Chapter 1: Diplomacy on Kira II

[TAC]

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Kira II, which orbited the Kira sun of the Kira system in the Kira system, was, for the most, unremarkable.

Discovered only a few galactic standard years prior, the only habitable planet in the system was previously uninhabited, a group of settlers backed by some mining operations having aggressively set up shop near the world's equator. While the Expansion Region was constantly seeing this exercise in capitalist expansion, there had been some rumors about the mining operations of Kira II. Mysterious deaths, shady operations, and new technologies had been whispered about throughout the Region, miring Kira II in a mysterious and somewhat concerning reputation.

Normally, this would be of no concern to a certain Naboo Diplomat named Michael Trenton. The famed Naboo Diplomatic Corps diplomat had a wide range of choice in the assignments he took on, but the mysteries of Kira II were far outside of his purview. Nonetheless, having taken a week's vacation for "personal" reasons, the diplomat's personal spacecracft Gemma's Gem, a rusty Lethisk-class armed freighter, touched down in the open field that served as a public landing pad for one of the larger developments.

The diplomat had been in contact, anonymously, with a middle man that had set him up with some other concerned citizens. Several Naboo citizens, in addition to others, had been among those killed or missing under the mysterious circumstances of Kira II. The NDC had refused to do anything about it, since Kira II officials (controlled by the mining industry) had denied their request to investigate. These other concerned citizens, again anonymously, had agreed to meet on Kira II and investigate the ongoings there. They determined that once here they would find a local guide and see what they could do to discover the truth about what was happening to their friends, family, or associates of their patrons.

Surely, it was a little suspect. Michael, whose codename for their little rendezvous was Egan, had come well prepared - thin bodyarmor under his unassuming light grey tunic and trousers, a blaster and comlink strapped to his belt. A turban wrapped his face, further obscuring the somewhat recognizable figure. While he doubted anyone would recognize him on a planet like this, it paid to be safe, especially since he didn't have any more idea who his associates were than they did him. The backup might turn out to be a flop, but Michael had preferred to try, since this wasn't exactly a mission he could ask Naboo for support on.

There were about a dozen ships in the public access hanger, a giant field and a lot less nice than the paved private hanger the miners and their teams used. Michael walked through the field and into the settlement, Piccoliti, which consisted almost completely of miners, their families, and businesses tailored towards the minors. The town's cantina, Piccoliti Inn, was a rambunctious place - Mic could pick it out as soon as he walked into town.

Miners who risked their lives to achieve little more than a sustenance living took out their anger and stress in this little watering whole. A perfect place to meet discreetly and find some out some information.

Entering the Inn, Mic surveyed the rough place. It was quite large, most likely nearly 75 people in the open-style floor that dominated the drinking scene. Making his way towards the stairs as pre-determined, Michael caught a waitress: "Pitcher of draft, three glasses," he said roughly. The human woman looked taken a back at the stranger and obvious outsider, but then smiled and nodded. "Sure hun," she said, before continuing on her way. Michael took a seat at a table for six near the stairs, and when the pitcher came, he poured himself a glass. The other two he stacked and then flipped upside down, an indication to those who would be seeking him out.


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[wristclerk]

A routine expedition into the depths of Kiras mining facilities was all part of the process of finding good treasure. And a good treasure hunter needed contacts in all forms of jobs across the Galaxy. Although with a large portion of Kiras mining operations closed down after a deadly collision with a facility in the asteroid belt, a lot of information wasn't coming out of Kira II. However one piece that was sent through the chain was that a big dig in the north eastern sector of the planet was given a green light. And no mining company worth their dura-steel would waste any sort of time in the arctic. They found something huge. And Atlas would be the first to uncover it.

Public transportation in the Galaxy was, in all fairness, a joke. It took the better half of four days to arrive on Kira II, with only two scheduled stops along the way. When Atlas had finally made it to the planet, he cursed quite loudly that his ship was still grounded on Corellia, pending a large payout with the superintendent of the pound. By now they may have even scrapped the thing for parts. But if this dig was half of what it was rumored to be, he could buy his ship back and twenty others just like it. However, he first had to meet his contact in a local cantina, the Piccoliti Inn.

Walking into the place seemed to be a step down from the town he was in. But hey, it was a miners town, and he honestly didn't have the right to talk bad about it. Quickly seeing his contact by the bar he walked over and patted the right shoulder of his contact with his left hand and took a seat next to him. Atlas ordered a water and quietly sipped it while he listened to the details of the dig up north. Taking in the scenery of the place, and stewing in it for about an hour actually made Atlas like the rustic setting of the cantina. It was interesting to say the least. Atlas noticed a figured clad in what seemed to be pristine robes and a tunic walk in. He only noticed it because he was the only customer that had walked in within the past half hour. Atlas' gazed followed the man to the stairs and then as quickly as he had taken an interest he lost eyesight of the shrouded man, but then interest struck him once again in the story his contact was telling him. "Damn... long story" Atlas thought while he continued to listen to the crusty miner drone on and on about the dig site.

 

[Minuteman75]

[fancybox4="http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20061004184911/starwars/images/thumb/a/a4/L-Wing_1.jpg/500px-L-Wing_1.jpg"]Kira II.

Kira II, which orbited the Kira sun of the Kira system in the Kira system, was, for the most, unremarkable.

Discovered only a few galactic standard years prior, the only habitable planet in the system was previously uninhabited, a group of settlers backed by some mining operations having aggressively set up shop near the world's equator. While the Expansion Region was constantly seeing this exercise in capitalist expansion, there had been some rumors about the mining operations of Kira II. Mysterious deaths, shady operations, and new technologies had been whispered about throughout the Region, miring Kira II in a mysterious and somewhat concerning reputation.

Normally, this would be of no concern to a certain Naboo Diplomat named Michael Trenton. The famed Naboo Diplomatic Corps diplomat had a wide range of choice in the assignments he took on, but the mysteries of Kira II were far outside of his purview. Nonetheless, having taken a week's vacation for "personal" reasons, the diplomat's personal spacecracft Gemma's Gem, a rusty Lethisk-class armed freighter, touched down in the open field that served as a public landing pad for one of the larger developments.

The diplomat had been in contact, anonymously, with a middle man that had set him up with some other concerned citizens. Several Naboo citizens, in addition to others, had been among those killed or missing under the mysterious circumstances of Kira II. The NDC had refused to do anything about it, since Kira II officials (controlled by the mining industry) had denied their request to investigate. These other concerned citizens, again anonymously, had agreed to meet on Kira II and investigate the ongoings there. They determined that once here they would find a local guide and see what they could do to discover the truth about what was happening to their friends, family, or associates of their patrons.

Surely, it was a little suspect. Michael, whose codename for their little rendezvous was Egan, had come well prepared - thin bodyarmor under his unassuming light grey tunic and trousers, a blaster and comlink strapped to his belt. A turban wrapped his face, further obscuring the somewhat recognizable figure. While he doubted anyone would recognize him on a planet like this, it paid to be safe, especially since he didn't have any more idea who his associates were than they did him. The backup might turn out to be a flop, but Michael had preferred to try, since this wasn't exactly a mission he could ask Naboo for support on.

There were about a dozen ships in the public access hanger, a giant field and a lot less nice than the paved private hanger the miners and their teams used. Michael walked through the field and into the settlement, Piccoliti, which consisted almost completely of miners, their families, and businesses tailored towards the minors. The town's cantina, Piccoliti Inn, was a rambunctious place - Mic could pick it out as soon as he walked into town.

Miners who risked their lives to achieve little more than a sustenance living took out their anger and stress in this little watering whole. A perfect place to meet discreetly and find some out some information.

Entering the Inn, Mic surveyed the rough place. It was quite large, most likely nearly 75 people in the open-style floor that dominated the drinking scene. Making his way towards the stairs as pre-determined, Michael caught a waitress: "Pitcher of draft, three glasses," he said roughly. The human woman looked taken a back at the stranger and obvious outsider, but then smiled and nodded. "Sure hun," she said, before continuing on her way. Michael took a seat at a table for six near the stairs, and when the pitcher came, he poured himself a glass. The other two he stacked and then flipped upside down, an indication to those who would be seeking him out.


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@Beta12 @Minuteman75 @Soup @wristclerk

A routine expedition into the depths of Kiras mining facilities was all part of the process of finding good treasure. And a good treasure hunter needed contacts in all forms of jobs across the Galaxy. Although with a large portion of Kiras mining operations closed down after a deadly collision with a facility in the asteroid belt, a lot of information wasn't coming out of Kira II. However one piece that was sent through the chain was that a big dig in the north eastern sector of the planet was given a green light. And no mining company worth their dura-steel would waste any sort of time in the arctic. They found something huge. And Atlas would be the first to find it.

Public transportation in the Galaxy was, in all fairness, a joke. It took the better half of four days to arrive on Kira II, with only two scheduled stops along the way. When Atlas had finally made it to the planet, he cursed quite loudly that his ship was still grounded on Corellia, pending a large payout with the superintendent of the pound. By now they may have even scrapped the thing for parts. But if this dig was half of what it was rumored to be, he could buy his ship back and twenty others just like it. However, he first had to meet his contact in a local cantina, the Piccoliti Inn.

Walking into the place seemed to be a step down from the town he was in. But hey, it was a miners town, and he honestly didn't have the right to talk bad about it. Quickly seeing his contact by the bar he walked over and patted the right shoulder of his contact with his left hand and took a seat next to him. Atlas ordered a water and quietly sipped it while he listened to the details of the dig up north. Taking in the scenery of the place, and stewing in it for about an hour actually made Atlas like the rustic setting of the cantina. It was interesting to say the least. Atlas noticed a figured clad in what seemed to be pristine robes and a tunic walk in. He only noticed it because he was the only customer that had walked in within the past half hour. Atlas' gazed followed the man to the stairs and then as quickly as he had taken an interest he lost eyesight of the shrouded man, but then interest struck him once again in the story his contact was telling him. "Damn... long story" Atlas thought while he continued to listen to the crusty miner drone on and on about the dig site.

Rens wasn't the most patient of sorts, this moment was no expection. The Mon Cal stewed in an corner booth by himself holding a glass of half empty ale. An old miner by the name of Iren Oiz was supposed to be here by now. They were suppose to work a deal to smuggle out of some metal from the mine that Oiz worked at. Waiting half a day and going through a few drinks and an nerf sandwich for a snack Rens Ahim was starting to wonder if his would be business associate ever showed up. Something didn't sit right here on this little ball of a world, he felt and it was becoming quite aggraving to say the least.

Calm down Rens, Oiz probably just running late. Though if the recent stories are true...

Then the likelihood of getting a quick job here were slim to none he concluded. Rens maybe not a genius but he wasn't oblivious to notice something bad was up in the air. Perhaps it would be best cut his losses and fly out somewhere like Nar Shaddaa or Lok. Then the band stopped at the stage stopped and its leading singer, a pretty singer called out to the audience.

"Alright boys we're gonna spice things up right now. If anyone has any music talent please come on up and show us what ya got. In exchange for two hundred credits and an free drink on the house from yours truly, but it's got to be real talent, farts don't count. That's right Briggs I'm looking at you."

The singer pointed at the fat baldish man with huge yellow whiskers siting on the side who just shrugged off the comment while the crowd laughed in amusement. The Twi'lek focused back on the task at hand.

"So any vonlunteers?

Well Rens just got a reason to stay a little longer, with a bright smile he downed what's left of the drink and pulled out his new redwood fiddle in an container next to his feet He raised his left webbed hand in the air and shouted.

"I'm mighty handy with a fiddle, I'll give it a shot."

"Oh by all means come all on over. What's your name boy?" The singer asked while gesturing for the Mon Cal to approach. Some in the audience however were disgruntled at the choice, they preferred their local star not some alien that looked like cuisine.

"Rens Ahim"

He proudly proclaimed in spite of the some loud drunken protests. Everyone else just ignored the spectacle and went back to their business. Getting onstage with the singer and her band Rens looked at the crowd then added. "I have a song for ya folks to fit the occasion. It's an olddie but a good one, its called the Drunken Spacer."

Then Rens began to play working his magic as he would call it