When a Doctor meets a Businessman ((Closed RP-Nuscian and Miles))

((The events from of this RP took place 6yrs ago to present time line. This is part of the past of both Nuscian and Miles))

Ord Mantel was ugly planet at best, scared and war torn and it was hive of criminals and scum. It had its good points. The rain beating down thundered on the metal shelters and walkways, few people would walks the streets openly usually and the heavy down pour had thinned that number more so many taking shelter in homes and cantinas. A lone figure stalked along one of the many walkway, the rain beating down upon him. The male figure was tall and striking, he wore immaculate shiny leather boots, a heavy high collared trench coat flutters about his legs. Slender fingers garbed in fine gloves adjusted the wide brim of the leather hat that’s cast a shadow of his features. The figure clasped an ebony cane by its silver top and made his way towards the outer rim of the city. Tonight was the pinnacle of his efforts, a plan that originated on Coruscant. A New republic officer had been selected to help “maintain” Ord Mantel’s republic interests. However their were interested parties that had now wish for this to go ahead, he doubted if was the sith far to simple not to mention their were sith gorillas here if they wanted to kill him they could easily do it themselves. Someone had a problem and Mandrayk had been employed to solve that problem. He glanced at a small device in his gloved hand. It was almost time. Everything had been carefully planned and would be carried out by him self and various parties. Now he had to wait for things to unfold. He retires to his apartment.

Miles sipped on his Corellian brandy studying the layovers on his route to Ord Mantell. A chime sounded and the stewardess anonunced they would be landing on Corellia in a few minutes. Miles gathered his things as the shuttle came in to land as soon as the all clear sounded he stood buttoning his suit and exited the ship. Walking down the ramp miles looked around at the night sky above Coronet City. Miles headed on over to Blue Sector to an apartment complex located near Treasure Ship Row. It amused Miles to spend some of Yorbas credits to relax a bit and after all it was said anything you wanted could be gotten in the Row. After checking into his room miles headed down to one of the cantinas for a drink and to play a little pazak tomorrow he would get down to business but tonight ... tonight miles intended to have some fun for the first time in years.

Voth over looked the data read out for the area he’d been transferred from Coruscant only a month previously. He was an officer under the command of the local area commander. Ord Mantel was a war zone plain and simple and his orders were to maintain his patch and protect at all cost republic interests. This had meant a number of duties, from patrolling certain areas to public relations and protection. Voth was part of one such patrol, the leading officer of his patrol unit. The blue holo image of the patrol route shone in front of him, he ha studied the route for weeks now making sure every possible point of interest was noted and assessed. He checked the time. He left the com room and gathered his men. This was nothing new, to be truthful their was little conflict any more in this region any way the occasional

“Lets go people” , as he moved through the barracks his men in joined him strapping the last of their equipment to their carapace armour. He checks over his own gear all was in order. It was hard to believe he was a fresh recruit, but then again that was part of the deal. His memories cast back to Coruscant and of Lilly. The thought was shattered as he remembered her father, senator Galith. He’d gone irate when he had discovered his daughter had fallen for some common grunt, as he put it. He had threatened to ruin him, and with his leverage, he could. But Voth knew something Galith wouldn’t like to be made public. So he’d been shipped out and for a couple of thousand credits he left Lilly behind. He hadn’t the heart to tell her him self, shed be devastated he knew. He pondered for a while as he walked to the exit, Galith had help him transfer pulled some strings and got him a good position on Ord mantel a officer no less. With the contacts open to him he’d make something for him self. But….Lilly. His face looked trouble, a trooper inquired if his officer was all right.

“Fine lad lets just get going shall we…FORM UP patrol positions lets keep this tight and efficient…just cos it be pissing it down don’t mean the gorillas wont be out their”

The sixman team marched out of the compound the cold unforgiving rain didn’t stop it continually hammered on the walk walks and buildings and dropped of their carapace. Ord Mantel was a ugly planet at best Voth thought.

Miles had been playing pazak for about a hour but wasnt having much fun as most of the players in this cantina were low rollers. Walking over to the bartender Miles inquired into where he could find some higher stakes games and was directed to the rougher side of town but warned he shouldnt go dressed as he was. Miles thanked the man and waved away his comment about the way he was dressed and headed for the dark side of the district.


Miles got out of the air speeder after paying the driver raising an eyebrow at the speed with which the fellow sped back to the other side of town. If the out side of the Drunken Mynock Cantina was any signs of the type of place it was inside Miles was glad we was armed with a grin Miles headed inside. The interior of the cantina was dark and smoky most of the people inside looked disreputable at best. Miles stood out like a sore thumb wearing his suit. Miles could feel the patrons eyes follow him as he went to the bar and got a corellian brandy. Leaning back against the bar he gazed around the room spotting the pazak area Miles headed inside to see what was going on.

Miles watched the action around the room for a time scoping out the highest credit games. Walking over to one table as a angry fellow stood to leave Miles smiled and spoke to the man as he sat down. "The names Kinkaide ive got credits to burn and im looking for a friendly no stakes game." The man siting at the table nodded unconciously licking his lips as he looked at Miles clothing seeing the credits he could fleece out of him. Several hands later the man had started to sweat as he realized Miles was a better player than he had given him credit for. Waiting till Miles wasnt looking the man signaled some accomplices of his who had been playing at another table. The two men immeadiatly started yelling at each other. As Miles glanced over at the commotion the an he was playing with switched out several cards in his deck before miles turned back to the game. Over the next hour Miles only won two hands the grin on the mans face had grown quite wide as the hour went by his eyes tracking Miles as he took another swig off a corellian brandy. There were several of the tumblers sitting on Miles side of the table.


Miles leaned back in his chair crossing his hands behind his head eyeing the man across the table. "Well youve about three thousand of my credits but at the rate you bet it willl take you the rest of the night to win all my credits even with those fixed cards youve been using. Or were you gonna have the three goons behind me jump me when i left the place? The man sputtered his eyes darting behind MIles at the same time as his hand dropped toward his leg. Miles whipped his hand forward the man toppling over unto the floor a thin vibro dagger jutting from his throat. By the time the man had crashed to the floor Miles was on his feet another blade in either hand hurtling them towards the startled men that had stood to come up behind him. One went down thrashing a blade in him the other one had activated a melee sheild when his boss had went down which deflected the knife Miles had flung at him as well. With a evil set of grins the two men moved towards Miles intent on doing a good deal of harm to the man in the suit.

“THIS IS OFFICER VOTH!! COME IN COMMAND”

Voth hid under cover as another salvo of shots were fired overhead. He reactivated him com.

“Man down I repeat man down were under attack at portside parole route 3 calling for immediate back up”

Nothing but static greeted his call. Damn it. They must have a jammer in the area it wasn’t unheard of. Command wouldn’t be wondering why they didn’t report for 15 minutes at least, not long but plenty of time to die. They’d been attacked on route back to the base; the weather had been of little hindrance till now. The contacts rain and wind making it hard to pinpoint targets. Holla had taken a sniper shot to the head as they crossed into warehouse district by the port. The rest, including him, immediately broke formation and dived for cover and know he couldn’t reach base. Things were looking bad. They couldn’t retreat with the sniper fire and now on coming fire from possible three targets. Their best bet was to locate where they were hiding and flush them out and kill them before they did the same to them.

“Ok first things first , were the Sith is that damn sniper!?”

Miles grunted as the two men advanced towards him knowing there was only one thing to do attack first. Miles dove into a side roll two more knives appearing in his hands before he hit the floor. Rolling past the unshielded fellow Miles neatly sliced through the mans hamstrings as the man begin to topple the other knife slashed across his neck. With a shove Miles tossed the dead man at the shielded one hoping to off balance him but alas luck wasnt with him. The man swung what appeared to be a simple club at miles head. Miles just managed to move but the blow landed on his shoulder with enough force that Miles heard his collar bone snap. Miles dove way from the man pain lancing through him from the broken bone. Coming up next to the table where the gambler lay dead miles noticed the mans blaster on the floor and snatched it up. Miles just had time to raise the weapon and fire before the man smashed it out of his hands with the club. Miles grinned the one shot had been enough to burn out the mans shield with his left arm hanging useless Miles lanced out with his foot catching the man behind the knee following it by slamming his head into the mans face. Miles darted around the man grabbing his dagger he had dropped when the club struck him. Expecting the man to still be stunned Miles barely had time to deflect the club away with the dagger as the man struck again. Miles knew he had to end this soon he waited for the man to ready another swing and then Miles did the last thing the man expected he stepped into the blow. Miles smiled as just before the darkness took him he felt as well as saw the dagger slam into the mans temple.


Some time later Miles awoke and winced when he moved to fast he was in a small apartment a bandage wrapped around his temple. A older man sat at a table near by smoking a pipe and looking at him. "I was wondering if you were going to wake up or not. Your knife works sloppy kid by rights you should be dead along side those thugs. Miles sat up slowly this time looking at the man. Thanks for the bandages whoever you are. The man smiled and walked over to Miles leaning down passing him a drink. Names grahm that be my cantina you made a mess in. Not that it was the first one made there mind you but first time i dint shot the scum what made the mess. I dunno something bout ya kid maybe it was the knives. Sloppy but with promise i tell you what while your getting on your feet and repaying me for the damages ill teach you how to use em proper. A smile appeared on the old mans face as a dagger appeared out of no where in his hand rolling across his fingers before it seemed to vanish. Miles stared at the man for a moment "agreed" Miles said as he shook hands with Grahm

Voth dived back in cover. They had entered the office building, thanks to a couple of smoke grenades for cover they’d gotten through with out losing any one else. They’d entered one of the neighbouring warehouses on the district. A quick blaster had made quick work of the simple lock. They’d been lucky this one had fallen into disrepair most warehouse had become miniature fortress for the limited resources for the war effort of Ord Mantel. Lucky. The word seemed to echo in his mind. There was a scream and Fallan took a salvo of shots to the chest. Voth instantly fixed his aim upon the shooter letting lose is own salvo of blaster shots catching the shoulder and head of the shooter who had materialised from behind some storage crates. He and what was left of his team darted for cover once more and other two other opened fire. He was down to four men, he heard of the gorilla’s using traps but this was just……..this was bad. He looked his squad….there was still a chance. He barked some orders his men sprang into action.

Mandrayk watched a shimmering monitor from his apartment in the warehouse district. All was going well, 5 minutes in and two of the squad were down. However if they wished to keep to schedule, the rest had to be dead in the next ten minutes. Many things depended on this eventuality. Mandrayk reclined in his chair and slowly activate a com in his ear.

“Its time for you to honour your contract my friend”

A smile spilt across his face. He had the fullest faith in his carefully chosen pawns however he had a far greater game piece to play.

As miles moved broken tables and chairs outside he realized he had been wrong about something. Grahm intended for Miles to fix the cantina himself not pay to have it fixed. Muttering to himself about making sure of the details Miles toiled on through the first day doing what the man instructed.


That evening the man kept his end of the bargain and began teaching Miles to Hone his skill with a blade. The man was a tough teacher but he did know what he was about. some hours later Miles lay on his bed massasging his arms and wrists. Grahm had kept him at it until he could hit the target from any number of odd positions.


The next morning Miles was up bright and early scrubbing dried blood off the floors and bringing in and placing new furniture. Again the evening found more knife practice. This patteren kept up over the next few days.

Blood. He could taste blood. His vision, he couldn’t see. His ears were ringing. The world was a blur he mind a mess. Where was he? Why? The reality of the moment struck him. The wound in his side ached, he felt a warmness spreading. He was bleeding out. The grenade. They had managed to take down another attacker, but something happened. Grath and Yallen to take his left flank and he and Haylen would take right, and then. And then. The shouts, the confusion, a bright flash? Grath had gone down Yallen rerouted to meet them. It was like they knew every moved they’d make. What happened the question racked his brain as with a moan he turned over and looked around. His version was clearing, in front of him he saw another trooper it was Haylen, he saw the obvious blaster shot clear on the back of his helmet it had ripped through the armour. He hadn’t stood chance. He let out a moan through gritted teeth. Something hard hit him the side sending his rolling back onto his back he let out a gargled shout. An armoured boot slammed on his right shoulder pinning him to the floor. The pain caused his vision to blur once more. The figure steadied his blaster rifle and with ice cold efficiency pulled the trigger ending a blaster bolt through Voth’s skull. The armour was torn open by the high powered setting. The figured step back his republic armour catching the light of the flickering lamps. Private Yallen checked the rest were dead Grath had been quick and had managed to take pot shot at him before he could kill him. He limp's towards a cleared space in the centre of the warehouse, he activated the speaker on his suit.

“There dead…lets get this over with”

As he entered the clearing two figures emerged one was also wounded and holding his right arm, incidentally they’d had a similar problem with Voth’s group. The wore figure wore civilian gear and held small compact blaster rifles in their hands. The uninjured figure was obviously the leader his standing and more obvious the low-grade chest plate he wore marking him out. Yallen warily approached the clearing his standard mark blaster file in hand.

“I’ll take my cut then I’m outer here…I did see you guys you didnt see me”

The leader let out a chuckle Yallen didn’t like his plus raced he flinched and made a motion to raise his rifle. He hand to be through all this to get shafted. He pitched backward a tremendous force had struck his chest he stumbled, the pain in his leg was gone he felt, cold. He fell back dead. A third figured emerges from further behind the two figures a long range sniper rifle in his hands a smirk on his face. The leader of the pack turned and grinned at the approaching figure

“You took you sweet ass time”

“You want it done right or quickly” he retorted

The second wounded figure rose from the floor were he had dived when the shot had rang out. He perked up the courage and in a weedy voice declared .

“So we get his share like you said Laz"

Laz looked down at him.

“Yes…we do”

With that he shot the wounded thug with his rifle. He slumped to the floor, the leader casually stepped over his and gestured for the third to follow. The third gazed the wreckage around them, they’d best get moving by now a new patrol had been sent to check in on this one, and he didn’t want to be within a mile of the place when they rolled in. They quickly made their way to the exit were a speeder bike was stowed. The third figure already began to think about what he could he do with his share of the credits with the other two dead they’d split it 50/50. Laz suddenly stooped as they reached the door his hugged the rifle to his chest and gestures to the sniper wielding figure. He spoke in whisper

“Shiz…someone’s out their…you take a look”

Shiz crept forward as Laz back off to give him a view through the door. As he leant to peeked through the gap in the door, he saw nothing and he dint see Laz level his rifle to his head. With a blast Shiz shot through the door his corpse landing a damp thunk upon the metal floor. Laz step over his ex-partner and quickly made his way to the small speeder bike they’d left parked behind the warehouse. Know he’d get everything every last credits it was all his. He could retire, get away from this rock set up some cantina some where he didn’t care where as long as he could get away from this crap. He leaped upon the speeder and activated it. The bike exploded in a ball of fire, sending shrapnel and what remained of its occupant around the area.

The rain beat down upon the warehouse the silence after the thrall of action deafening. A small recon droid, its operator chuckled to him self the game pieces had played their parts wonderfully, the knight was dead as too where the pawns, his own pieces had taken care of the rest. They had even ensured their own destruction. The droid zipped into the night. A few moments later a combat speeder pulled up and the occupants began the search for the patrol.

Miles had been with Grahm for almost a month now and was amazed at the knowledge the man had tucked inside his head. By now miles could produce a knife from apparent thin air make it dance across his fingers as graceful as the best dancer and vanish again as if by some hokey religious magic. The man had also taught him how to hide back up blades in some less obvious places than your common person hid them. The man also seemed to have an almost medical knowledge of the best places on a number of species bodies to wound maim or kill.

Miles had thanked the man and left him a surprise the next time he checked the cantinas accounts he imagined the mans eyes might pop out of his skull. heading down to the space port Miles purchased a ticket off world he had to see a man about a ship.

He notes the courier was dripping as he walked the weather hadn’t lessened these last few days, private courier probably. Since the war broke out most courier services had started to lessen their need to wear full uniform after all in a middle of disputed territory and a criminal presence wasn’t a good thing to advertise you are a carrier. The man knocked upon the apartment door and after a while entered. They had heard voices from the apartment, the target accepting the package no doubt. The currier left minus the case.

Now it was their turn, the 4-man team slowly made the way to the doorway. This was an unofficial mission, their commander in the area had ordered this raid, and they’d been told basics. Sith in this apartment, wait for delivery then move in and take it out plain and simple. They reached the doorway and took up standard breach and clear positions. 3.2.1. They charge in all took sweeping positions after a few moments they discover. Nothing. The room was empty, it look unlived in and plain, nothing but the suitcase the courier had left.

As the elevator descended Mandrayk slowly took out a small device and look at the time, he would give the 5 minutes to clear the space then he would finish what his employer had started. To be true what he had planed may be considered extreme but this was a matter of professionalism. He had to establish that such actions against would only result in negative repercussions. This would send a message. He had already gathered the case from the original courier earlier. It had not taken long to estimate which courier business in the area would be used, the employer lack of understanding in these matters, the current instability upon Ord Mantel and then there were limited number of freelance couriers that could be trusted with such a devilry. He adjusts his hat allowing the length of his hair to fall so that he can adjust it and pull it behind his ears. He then removes a pair of circular tinted lensed spectacles from his coat and places then with a swift motion upon his face. He places his hands behind his back and waits, the elevator descends he begins to walks into the street, Barnaby waits for him out side and joins the doctor as he leaves. This will send a message. He slid his hand into his jacket.

The apartment is torn apart. There is a pulse, the windows shattered as fire erupted from the windows in a horrific roar. Glass and twisted metal rained down upon the metal walkways. The crowd screamed and panicked. Being in the market district even I such times these streets were still packed with the various spacers and traders. Mandrayk waited a few seconds and the larger debris had landed the slipped through the panicking mass of people.

A few days had passed since the ‘incident’ and as he had expected his employer would turn on him. This had been a probability he had anticipated he would never underestimate an individual. They had raided the apartment in the ‘market’ district of which Mandrayk had ordered the other half of the payment to be left, naturally the senator had assumed this was his place of residence as any one unfamiliar with the working of such business would had taken this information for granted. They had spoken only once via an audio link and even so Mandrayk had used

He had never seen his employer and neither said he seen them. This worked in his favour as it made him fundamentally unidentifiable. No doubt he was responsible for the so very ‘anonymous’ suggested to raid his apposed room. But of course Mandrayk had anticipated this and had set up residence in the warehouse district that had work very well in his favour. He had managed to hire the necessary ‘pieces’ in the local area. Apart from the now deceased Shiz and Laz there lack of on world ties was a factor of some import. He turned left down a side street. Barnaby followed a Duffel bag over its shoulder. It did not contain the credits, no. It had already been spent it. He was indeed of supplies and equipment for his continuing research. He had used various aliases and numerous companies, this way he would go unnoticed he could continue in peace, which is all he wished. He would do what ever was necessary to make sure his work was funded and unhindered, these others were merely pieces in the far grander scheme of things. His work was all that mattered.

The crowd began to thin out as he went further into the western side of the warehouse district, speeds and transports blared past all rushing no doubt to what would be simply written off sith terrorist attack. He looked up briefly at the dark grey clouds as the first droplets of rain began to fall. Barnaby his protocol droid paused beside him. There was naturally a draw back to this course of action, heightened security. Mandrayk had arrived unofficial making use of a freighter captain to whom his employer owed a favour, this way he could minimise any chance of detection. He had no desirer to be identified, due to his background and works he thought it best that neither Sith nor Republic knew he was in existence let alone the nature of his studies. Alas of course passage off world as never going to come as his employer had evidently failed to arrange it thinking his plan to eliminate him would succeed. Passage off world would be difficult with the security heightened due to his “attack” and him with out official identity papers. He could of course given time obtain proper forgeries or indeed buy passage but time was one thing he didn’t have. His work would suffer as a result. He was in the middle of negotiations with an impartial group and he had a strict schedule to keep too. His work was everything. Mandrayk turned down another street, they had to get the warehouse district as soon as possible. He had once known a young smuggler, she was a impressive specimen of her breed talented she in return for a favour Mandrayk had help her out of a difficult situations. Know it was timed to call in that favour. Soon after meeting Mandrayk she had gone on to get married while he worked he had kept track other as best he could should the need arise for her aid. It was during this time he had noticed with interest she had left a ship in storage on Ord mantel. This was how he was going to leave planet and get back to his operation on Tatooine. He had planned ahead if such a need arose he had obtained enough false identification so that he might take the ship, they were of a god quality but would stand up to closer scrutiny to get off world passage not to mention the difficulty to find a ship that would be going directly to Tatooine. After a hour or so he approached the offices of warehouses 1-24/B. He had an appointment with man about a ship.