Tarrie Prolek- Human pilot "under contract" to fly the Pretio, and drive the Piscopo. Brother of potential terrorist, rebel Latorna Savvn. His climbing skills are suspect, but his dance moves are above par. Edging a dangerous lifestyle of drugs, booze, and loose women.
En route back to Takodana, Ne'vet checked some messages.
First off were was a long rambling holo-vid of a drunk Abel Norrum. He and his *new crew* were busy on some planet sending rich idiots on a safari for bush runners. He was looking for some extra help, but there was only a 48 hour turnaround, and that was four days ago.
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Second was a message from the office of Mark Holt-Oberlates. The message stated that he would like them to do another job. Ne'vets could only remember an instance where they had gotten his kid a pet for Life Day...
And finally a Quarren named Dallin from the outer rim was on the lookout for a Tree Kraken and quoted the acceptable rate.
Tarrie teamed up with R2-H8(r) for repairs on the Pretio, leaving Frokazza out of the routine maintenance.
Tarrie also saw Dr P3PP3R to get patched up before heading into town to find his beloved Roslyn.
Duk’k wandered off to work on his personal shack, then took some time to teach some more Sipsk'ud wrestling moves to Tarrie. Frokazza saw the pair getting along fine, and went off to sulk....
Finishing the wrestling lesson, the shirtless duo, walked back into the main ranch homestead. Sitting in the trophy room, in the largest chair, which was still too small for him, was a sullen Frokazza. Standing near him were the ranch's two hands, Rumo and Poonk and Dr P3PP3R. The medical droid sounded as concerned as he had been programmed.
"Greetings Duk’k we were inquiring, have you seen Evus?"
"He was here when we left!""I can not find him anywhere for his required physical, neither could Rumo... or Poonk."
Checking Evus' room on the second floor, it was completely cleared out.
Checking the sensors, he had left days before on his own free will on some form of repulsorlift tractor and headed towards Mazz's Castle, with a duffle bag and his combat gear.
When alerted, Ne'vets was non-plussed about the Twi'lek's unknown departure, "Can we remove him from the ownership roster for the Pretio?"
Being a bit more concerned, Tarrie and Duk'k jumped in a speeder and headed to Mazz's Castle.
Looking out the window, with a light rain hitting the pane, was a forlorn Frokazza.
At Mazz's Castle, Tarrie abandoned the Sipsk'ud for a drink, letting him wander the confines alone.
Everything went quiet, until, "Duk'k, you are Frokazza's friend, tell me, where's my boyfriend? Sit down." There was Mazz, no need to hunt her out.
"I haven't seen a Star Destroyer here in like three months, your boss is behaving."
"I don't know what happened to ensure that, but that's not something I want to know, or need to know, but it's good to know," Duk'k replied.
"Why are you back here?"
"Have you seen our friend, Evus, the Twi'lek?"
"You have a Twi'lek in your group? Never noticed." Mazz was willing to look into things, the Twi'lek hadn't asked a handout from her.
Tarrie wandered around the grounds of the castle with a bottle of Spotchka, looking for the repulsor-tractor Evus had left the ranch on. Duk'k caught up to him, and they found a portion of the powder blue chassis, hiding in the weeds next to the castle.
Coming back inside, Mazz motioned them over.
"Your boy left here with some fella named Blaine Hansen, on his ship "The Hojo". Something about gallivanting the galaxy together!" With a lead, they returned to the ranch.
Coming back, Ne'vets was all prepped for the next missions.
They couldn't help Abel anymore, but Bush Runners were peaceful, herbivore, herd dinos that the idle rich hunted for fun. He was pretty certain Abel would give them another offer down the road,
The messages to the office of Mark Holt-Oberlates all returned unanswered. Further research reminded Ne'vets that he owned some minor shipping company. Nothing exciting to proceed.
The Tree Kraken was a whole different scenario. Located on the planet Rena. No source he had in his records to could detail the size of the creature, which made the other piece of data even more terrifying: The Kraken were the equivalent of cephalopod Drop Bears, climbing trees and overwhelming their quarry.
"The money's right, but who the hell wants one of these things?"
GM Notes: Steve, "I'm sort of like Hitch, let me contact all three and figure out what's the best course of action."
Also, "I won him in a card game, I can win another."
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