Year: 12731
Month: 4
Day: 13
When I am able to get signal to my datapadd, I have an email from a bounty hunter named Greelo.
To: Vanya Isadora
From: Greelo
Subject: Courtesy Call
Hey, I heard the Crimson Nova Clan have put a big bounty on you. Thinking of possibly trying to collect it. I did say I'd give you a heads up if I ever decided to hunt one of you guys so I'm shooting you this email.
Reply as soon as you can to let me know you got my notice and that the hunt can begin.
OH BOY.
How to respond ... how to respond ... hmm.
To: Greelo at BananaRepublic dot com
From: vy_pi at oldfolkshome dot allandor dot gov
Subject: Re: Courtesy Call
It's up to you, man, if you want to tag in on that one ... but Mr. Fett is in the process of collecting a bounty on me right now.
On Nar Shaddaa.
This might take a bit of time, you know?
I'm not going to be reachable at this address for a while, on account of not having a datapadd. You might check in with, hmm, sozen_al_saba at oldfolkshome dot allandor dot gov
Oh, and Boba'ika says you can collect the bounty SURE, so long as you are good with HIM collecting the bounty that will be issued on YOU for having jumped "his bounty".
TO be fair: he did have dibs.
Then he started saying something about "grown-up weapons" and "shoestring" and I'm not going to repeat that. You guys can settle that over a pint of beer or something.
Best!
V
Then I give Boba Fett my datapadd, my blaster, and my lightsabers (some of which I plan on getting back). I put the manacles back on.
This place is gross. Vondromas needs to NOT be here. I have a quiet but sincere conversation with Boba about giving Vondromas the chance to make his own choices.
Boba Fett turns me over, I get him paid, I hand him my cuffs, and I demand that Fen Whatshisname explain why I would want to meet with Grakkus. Because I am not buying in. He can explain while I am being scanned for weapons -- I am not getting naked for this guy.
Suddenly people from Clan Bareesh show up and start fighting over me. And then there is a HUTT with CYBERLEGS and he's NOT on the Dark Side. Aaand
uh
I have been looking for
Andan Jouric for
years! He's a Sector Ranger now, and he is in some serious medical mess. He also has a green kid who is a witness to a theft, and he needs to get the witness back to someplace, and FIRST he needs medical attention.
Grakor the
Hutt gets all of us out of here. He wants to know why Grakkus would want me
alive and for that matter, why did Boba Fett have a contract on
me (maybe for taking away a city full of slaves) but not on the rest of my team (many of whom took away a mine full of potential slaves and also screwed up the Nightsisters who were doing a lot of the enslaving)?
Ranger Jouric here, meanwhile, says that the theft was of some biological samples which were originally House Vormecetti property (yay?) from a planet they own called
Tor Ceti (YAY). Are we talking parasites, or larger? We are talking larger.
YAY.
I gotta scribble all this down on the ol' mental index cards, because I am going to at some point get hands on a datapadd and start updating some Holopedia entries in a hurry.
What else needs sorting? Let's find out!
Soooooooooooooo Plasma melee weapons are ILLEGAL on this planet, Grakor tells me. He feels that it would be wise for me to not wave them around.
Driver bangs on the divider to get Grakor's attention, which he directs to the breaking news over some kind of sportsball stream: now there is a five million credit bounty out on me. Yay.
I have been on this planet for twenty minutes so far. I might hate it. Pretty sure it hates me!
I reach out in the Force to prepare for more combat. A blaster shot hits the car. We are being fired on from above!
And someone is sneaking up on us from below in another aircar.
Why is Errol Vondromas here?
On a speeder bike.
Using his lightsaber to damage the enemy car.
I might as well point out to him that all the vehicles here will have built in ambulance right of way circuitry, so he can turn them down to 5 mph.
Once we get to Grakor's building, they take Andan and a lot of other people off to get medical attention. I have a brief conversation with Vondromas and then I settle down to try to find out what I am doing here.
No CTs in my range; I try Farseeing why it was that Grakkus wanted me here alive.
Some other hutt (maybe Grakkus), wearing a purple sash, is talking to Fen Whatshisname the Bothan while looking at holo images of us -- me, then
Vance Kerplocken, then Vance and Mayor Canter, several images of "the
Relentless herself! the famous ex-Medusa", then images of
So'Zen and images of
Davish ... Grakkus squints at the images as he tells Fen, "They are a problem. They have hurt my business. I
should have them killed! But ... I have a different idea. They are important to this new little government, this 'Freedworlds'. Word has it that even Vance Kerplocken has become more of a leader than a scoundrel or businessman. They say he is general of their armies. Well, well, well. And of course, the ex-Medusa -- I don't believe in such a thing. So where she is there, the Medusas will have their hand in it as well.
"There must be a weak link here."
(points at me) "That one. She was instrumental in doing many things, according to what my sources say from Rogga, in Tapani. I have the feeling that if I pull that string, it will bring the others. And if it brings the others, who defends," he does the Significant Pause of Portentiousness here, "...
Chalcedon? So! A bounty. Live. On the mistress
Jedi. She is valuable to many. There will be several who will want her back, in one trip. We bring her to Nar Shaddaa, it is a long trip. It will bring the others. And then we can do what we want to do."
Fen says "Yes, Master," and leaves.
The room is quiet.
Grakkus says, "You can come out."
A voice says, "And here I thought you were not one with the mystic energies of the galaxy."
Grakkus says, "We hutts are many things, but not that. We don't want to be."
The shadowy figure says, "I heard your plan. It is a good one! Very good. It will work. It is very sound."
Grakkus: "Good. I am glad you approve. Did I miss anything?"
A scarred Mentat walks out. The hair has been buzzcut short. But I can still make out the features of Almon de Joy. "No. No, Master. That is the one that, I can tell you from experience, that is the one that is the string to pull. After that, the rest of the cards will fall exactly as you want. The mathematics are too perfect or this. The logic is not flawed at all."
I take a second to think over the things a smart but twerpy type like Almon would not consider.
Everyone I love, knows I love them. Or is not allowing themselves to know. That's already handled.
Everyone who loves me, knows that there are more important things in the galaxy than whether I'm secure. That's not the issue here. Some of them might come get me out of annoyance, because our To Do List is the size of a graduation-level course at Reena University and we cannot spare this time for some stupid domino game. That is the issue here; I need to get them the message that they should brace for a trap. Be inventive. I can try to tell Davish, I could try to tell the Roughnecks but they are probably further away, but it's always more reliable to send a powerful messenger outside the field of interference first.
We need someone to remain in a position to aid and defend the newborn Freedworlds government of Chalcedon System.
We need to get Andan Jouric some time to heal.
We need to prevent the nibbling death of a thousand little assaults on Grakor's neighborhood. Grakor believes that he can subvert that by means of a series of (yick!) arena combats staged for sportsball streaming. I am going to be peeling so many vegetables.
I need to slow down the pageant of events ... which I can probably do by adding more pageantry. Who's even more of a drama generator than my buddy Danar when he plays the part of "Young Vor Lord Danar"? That would be the only Lord Solicitor I ever met who styles his hair with glittery rubber cement!
and above all, I need to get Errol out of here so he can make some choices for himself, without the Dark Side ambiance and the surrounding bad habits on display making his choices for him.
The way we are going to handle this goes as follows:
- Vondromas will leave with Boba Fett. Vondromas will tell the party they are heading into a trap. Vondromas will tell Yeager Lexics to stay and defend Chalcedon.
- Grakor will arrange for "the Gamesman" to set up arena fights, me and Grakor vs challenger. Once per day, best 2 out of 3. Loser transfers property to winner.
- I will contact Lord Solicitor Londo Mollari via "the Gamesman" to come be the judge.
- young Pek Rondoon the witness will be in Grakor's arena audience box, with some of Grakor's people as guards.
And once that is in progress, I tell Grakor about Almon de Joy.