Drugs, ships, and adventure. Part 1. (Open RP)

In the Weeping Wookie Cantina Yana enjoyed not only to have finished her mission, but now a member of the Galactic Trade Commission, now she hopes the next jobs will be wery well payed for her skills.
She was also very happy to have got out of those awefull bounty hunter armor. She sat with a very revealing top enchaning her female features in a dark red colour, brown right sitting pants and boots that almost came up to her knees. The kneecaps of her boots where hardned with durasteel that strethced down the front of the shins of her legs. They came in handy when some males came a little to close.

Ohh let me tell you a fun story...you know I like hang around in the cantinas to see what action there is when I am not out flying or fixing stuff.
I was playing casually pazak with my uncle Nathan when this very rude and drunk human came up to me, he grapped my arm and wristed me out to the cantina's...dancefloor. I say
Hey get your gruppy hands of me.
She drank the rest of ther drink and ordered yet another one.
Where was I...ahh yes.
He bagan to get a little close for my taste, I backed up ofcourse, and as we all know the cantina's of Nal Hutta, well the lesser established ones it can get a bit ruff. So what do a girl like me who just want to come in have a drink and play pazak. I gave him a hard kick to his...human male mating parts.
Later I heard he had operate some vital part away as it was gone useless.

She padded her knees. The hard dura steel shined in the dim light. She leaned back and placed her feet on the table. Her well formed legs crossed over as she sat comfterble in The Weeping Wookies's Cantina's lounge like seat.
With a casual look around the room she noticed more if the GTC members, some she has seen in the the misson office and some other around the base. She notice on dark figure sitting in the corner, he looked human to her, he was wearing a long black trenchcoat. He have ordered a fancy drink in a red colour same as blood, he didnt touch is, he was starring over at her or what she think he did, he was wearing pair of what seems blindfolds?. He leaned slowly farward and rested his elbows, he put his fingertips together and forms a triangle with his hands still having his eyes locked on Yana.
That man made her a bit uneasy starring at her like that.

(I hope you dont mind Doc , you are a very “Doctor”)

''hmmm that don't sound like a fun story to me'' meanwhile Gár takes one hand to his private area. cant imagine the pain that guy must have suffered.

''Any who, what made you leave Nal Hutta and come join up with us here at the GTC?''

She turned her gaze back to Gár,
Sorry what?...ohh…
She put her feet down and leaned with her albows on the table speaking in a low voice.

Its….rather private….
Only thing I can say is I need the credits for someone who is very dear to me…
A protocol enters the cantina and begins to question the custemors.
Exuse me are You Yana Benora?
The people waves it away or simple ignores it until it comes up to their table.

“Exuse me, are You Yana Benora? Its hallow voice beeped as it turned its head at Gár.

Eh..I am she. Yana said.

“She does not compute. Exuse me, are You Yana Benora.”
I am Yana Benora.

“Please confirm by letting me do a bios can” it again beeped

Yana Benora identified, I have a message to you stored in my memory, please let transfer the information to your datapad.
Again it stood and said nothing.
“Transfer complete, have a pleasant day” it said and left the cantina.
Yana read her datapad

“SAY WHAT!!!!! She got up as she read her datapad, her face turned from her carefree manner to a very surprised, but sadden state.
Ohh no my uncle.
She sat down again in the seat.

I watched the droid pass its message in carelessness. as Yana read her message and suddenly yelled out I downed my strong drink and raised my right eyebrow as I looked at her.

''What's up Yana, you sound surprised or worried for some reason.''

I then slammed my empty glass to the table.

Miles heard a startled cry followed by the sound of a glass hitting a table hard. Putting down his shipping reports Miles picked up his corellian brandy and walked over to his fellow smugglers. "is there something the matter?"

She got startled at the man standing infront of

"is there something the matter?" he said

Ehm...I ….I have a urgent message from back home, my friends back on Hutta tells me that my uncle has gone missing. I asked them to take care of him when I was away, but he has just vanished without a trace.
More weirder is they says they have found something in his apartment.


Yana blapped out, it was clear to see she was clearly distressed. Her eyes where about to burst, but held it back bravely not to burst out in tears.
She grapped her cup and drank the last of the contents that was in it...it relaxed her a bit, but her demeanor indicated her bottled up saddens.

I looked a bit hesitant at Yana. even though I was known as a ladies man around the galaxie I still couldn't cope with a woman crying, and I could see that it was getting close for Yana.
so I pushed myself out from the table so that the chair fell backwards.

''Well then what are we sitting here for. that certainly won't help your uncle. lets head over to Nal Hutta, we dont even need to take a ship we can just take a shuttle, we are after all not that far away since Nar Shaddaa is its moon.''

Volar walked in to the Cantina, barely watching where he was going as his mind was focused almost entirely on the data pad in his hands, tapping away at it as he walked.

When he looked up he saw a group of his fellow smugglers near the bar. There seemed to be an air of distress about them. Volar put down his data pad and walked over.

"Whats going on? What's wrong?"

I send a brief smile and a nod to Volar who was yet another fellow smuggler of the GTC and a good friend. I then looked at Yana who still looked quite sad and decided to spare her for retelling the story over and over again.

''Hi Rabbit, well it seems Yana's uncle has gone missing over on Nal Hutta so I was just suggesting we head over there and find out what has happened and hopefully find him as-well.''

Yet another smuggler came up to the table, she felt like a cathar hound puppy that is cornered and scared.

I …eh…I…

''Hi Rabbit, well it seems Yana's uncle has gone missing over on Nal Hutta so I was just suggesting we head over there and find out what has happened and hopefully find him as-well.''

Yana took a deep breath and nodded. She felt a bit more relaxed Gár taking a bit over the situation…she wanted to storm out of the cantina, but she is still shaken.
In truth she didnt tell them the whole story about her Uncle.
Her smuggling runs have been single to provide the credits for the expensive medicin, and thats why she took on the more hight risk jobs, they where dangerous even as she loved living on the edge she had much too loose.
The medicine he had to take has become highly addicted too, in a way she tried to reason with him to go see a real doctor, but the ”doctors” on Nal Hutta was not to trusted.
But she did not know why he has gone missing, and wondered what her friends have found. Some sort of coded records? Why would an old man have them?

She needed calm down for a bit before telling her new colleagues, she needed to know if she can trust them.

Miles ordered another of the drinks Yana had been drinking as the girl still looked shaken. Nodding to Volar and Grim Miles passed the drink to Yana. "Here drink this take a moment to calm your nerves then tell us how we can help my ship and what goods have been shipped in so far are at your service if needed."

She bagan feeling even more uncomfortable with 3 human males that had her surrounded. She accepted the drink from Miles without a word and tucked her legs up and rested her head on the knees.
It was unusual to see a any creature in this manner, and she was afraid. An easy target, she did fear that, and wondered how fast she could escape to the door.
The drink offered was thou welcomed in her eyes in the best intention as she gazed her eyes between the drink and 3 human males, and she did only knew Gár by name. And the one he refereed to as rabbit. Odd name.
With not paying much attention to what was said she drank her drink, it calmed her. Not long after she was able to speak again, yet still shaken.

”I ..thank you, but...”
She took yet another sip of her cup.
I mean, yes Nal Hutta is just a shuttle away, but I can not say what happen to my uncle. My friends told me to get to Nal Hutta as soon as I can. They didn't found him in the apartment nor in my ship located outside Bilbousa in the swamps. He has just...vanished.
With that said she bites her lower lips awaiting what the 3 males would say about that.

Miles smiled at the twilek sitting at the table moving around to the far side of it taking a seat. "You look a little better there now miss allow me to introduce my self the names Miles Kenko. Im a businessman for the GTC also a member of the same division as these fellows here as are you. Just thought i might lend a hand if theres trouble i get tired of being in the office all the time."

Davan had entered the cantina earlier, he noticed Gar but decided not to greet him. It had been a long day and Davan wanted to be left alone with his thoughts and have a few drinks. He could make himself quite invisible when he didn't want the attention.

He could hear what was going on at the table and the drama that was unfolding. It took a while for him to realise this wasn't just one of Gar's ladies it was the newest member of the Avaritia Consortium, Yana Benora. He had read her file and studying the pictures but did not recognize her as he came in due to the light in the cantina. He had not officially welcomed her to the Galactic Trade Commission yet and now probably wasn't the time. He continued to listen.

”Yana…Yana Benora” she nodded at Miles. True this cantina was the part time place for most of the GTC members as far her information goes. She eyes him up and down, he stand tall and secure between Gár and Rabbit, the suit he was wearing did look much like he wasn’t use to the heavy lifting like she did and working with engines.

My uncle Nathan, is missing on Nal Hutta, he old and doesn’t go much anywhere. He has just vanished without a trace. As I said before, I need go there and found out what happens…
She takes a deep breath.
He is the closest family I got apart from my father.

Davan had heard enough on the conversation. He took out his comm and sent a message saying he would probably be away for a few days. He placed his comm back into his pocket and then finished off his drink before raising from his seat at the bar.

He walked towards the table that contained a large chunk of his smugglers, he nodded to Gar, Volar and Miles before crouched down so his eyes were slightly below Yana's and looked up at her. "Yana Benora, I am sorry we have to meet at a time like this as you probably aren't focused on greetings currently. I am Vigo Davan Kelhur, head of the Avaritia Consortium and your new boss. As your boss I like to have a happy workforce which, by the looks of it, you aren't. Now I can have that, you have the resources of the GTC to have your uncle and I will help you anyway I can and I am sure these gentlemen would too. So what do you think? You can't help your uncle in a cantina"

She peered at the newcommer to their table. Her eyes widens up as he introduced himself has her boss. Ohh my...she felt very embarrassed..

Yes, sir...of course not sir, last I know I left him on Hutta before I came here. Its a long story why.
Still feeling embarrassed with her new boss crouching in front her like that.

You see, I applied as I need the credits to help pay for his medical bills. I heard that the GTC's pays it members very well so thats why I am here. And to get something to do, was borred on Hutta.

She shifted her legs back down from the seat to sit more straight up, making her appear respect for her boss.

I nodded back at Davan showing my respect for my superior. Then I once again turned to Yana.

''well Yana its a good thing you joined the GTC, Like the Chief said you got us at your disposal and we here at the GTC are experts at tracking people down, in fact as an Intelligence Agent I myself specialise in such things. I am sure we can provide some sort of aid in helping you find your uncle if you wish of course.''

Chief. Miles nodded to Davan as he came up and spoke to Yana. Then listened as Gar spoke and sat waiting to see what the woman would reply.

Ehm well..
She pondered over the offers given from her new colleagues, she didn’t really expect to be treated like this, and especially on the Smugglers Moon. All her life she has been use to take care of her own, but still remain the sanity to think what is wrong and right.
For now the situation and the offer, how could she say no to that.
She nodded at the surrounding smugglers.

”…I accept the offer” her voice was a bit still shaken, but tried to remain calm as possible.

On hearing that Yana had accepted the offer, Davan stood upright and clapped his hands together. "Right we need a plan, of course we head for Hutta. Who has their ship available, would probably be better with two? Volar, send out a message to the GTC members anyone who doesn't have a job currently and feels like a couple of days out tell them to meet us at the hanger."
Davan took a moment to decide what else needed to be done.
"Yana could you give Miles a description of your uncle or an image if you have one then Miles I want you to ask around the people we trust on Hutta, its unlikely they have heard anything but no harm in trying."

"Any questions or should we head for the hanger?"

Yes sir right away, I have a holocron in my quarters, I meet you down at the hangar bay when i get it.
She got up from her chair and strides out of the cantina and over too her private quarters in the GTC building. Only personal from the GTC where allowed to enter, the guard nodded at the identification that she is one of the residence and let her through.
Her heart was beating fast the adrenaline rushed through her as she entered her room and searched for the holocron. The holocron also had records of her father and her mother. She switched back and forth of the records and stopped at her mothers. She looked young, as she was now, and very similar looking with a seductive smile and a face of innocence. With one more switch she turned the holocron off.
She decided she might take on some other outfit due to the air on Hutta is polluted.

It looked much like a black body cat suit padded with extra protection, by the knees, elbows and shoulders. She liked it as it gave er some freedom to move, as well as work when crawling around the the outer haul of the ships when needed to. Only problem is that the suit it self didn’t have any pockets for her tools.
Over her shoulders to put on er a brownish vest, she but her datapad and holocron in the vests pockets and then trapped her weapons belt and put on her boots on again with the sheeted vibroblade inside.
She didn’t believe she needed anything more then her backpack with tools and stride down the hallway and through many corridors before reaching the turbo-lift down to the hangar bay.
They where waiting for her by one of the ships she could see, embarrassed that she was the last person to arrive.

"Sure thing Chief"

Volar pulled out his Holo-recorder from his pocket and turned it on.

"Oh, and if you require Ships, I recently patched up the Regal Star, should she be required.

Volar tuned the side to set it to the GTC HQ internal servers.

"Transmission to recipients: All Members of each Consortium. Message: All GTC members on site, we have a personal emergency for our newest member of the Avaritia Consortium, Yana Benora. All those who are able to provide assistance please make your way to the Hangar Bay."

Miles nodded at the Chiefs words Yes sir! My ship is down in the hanger fueled and good to go if we need it. Ill just go and grab a few things and everyone in the hanger. Miles downed ths last of the corellian brady in his glass and strode out of the cantina to his quarters he kept in the gtc building. Grabbing up his rifle off the mount by the door Miles snatched up one of his larger brief cases that he kept packed for quick departure. Stepping over to a wall safe Miles shoved his hand into the bio scanner opening it he took out a stack of credit chits in case they needed some non electronic money.
Opening up a closrt miles pulled out a duffle bag putting the riffle inside and stuffed a couple changes of clothes inside. Throwing the chits inside a poccket of the briefcase Miles dashed off to the hanger bay.

Mandrayk listened intensively to the conversation as it developed he found it…interesting. He glanced at the table from tie to time his blinder serving a doubly function of protection his sanative eyes and hiding his eyes so that he might observe without drawing attention to himself. He soon gathered the course of this little event being the disappearance of the Miss Benora’s uncle; he noted with further interest her distress when she began to curl as if like some cornered creature. He understood her distress the disappearance of a loved one was a frightful experience for many he had observed, and to be suddenly ‘mobbed’ by caring onlookers was no doubt to some degree unsettling. He marked with further interest her distress had resulted in the approach the Vigo of the Avaritia consortium. He was impressed, a women with influence he thought, and a fine example of the bond between groups at the GTC.

“As you boss I like to have a happy workforce which, by the looks of it, you aren't.”

Hmm. A fine example of the mentality of many in the GTC, we help our own sprang to mind. He grinned to himself and took another sip of the fine drink he had ordered. He had continued to listen but averted his gaze as they all rose from they seats, impressed by the request for others to join them for their little hunt. He thought of it after they had left. Not that Mandrayk thought much for his chances, one does not disappear on Hutta with out good reason. Mandrayk being a man of science weighed up the known facts. It was most likely he was dead, that was the most logical conclusion and no doubt one such conclusion was praying on Yana’s mind, why else would she fear for him so. If he was, dead then he would of course offer his condolences but one must prepare for grievousness in this line of work. But if he were alive well considering the company she had gathered around here just now. He chuckled to himself. If he were a live and his disappearance was not of his own doing well…he wished the party good hunting.