Orange Haze
Okay, so there is gang activity on Eriadu. These 'Orange Haze' guys shoot orange smoke from their speeders and ruin visibility in all the speederlanes to Downtown. Local security forces can't seem to get a grip on them, but we don't drive their standard-issue speeders. Let's ingratiate ourselves with the Eriadu City Council and get rid of this problem for them.
Julia Hipori didn't enjoy 'field missions', yet they where an essential part of the job, and more often than not, could not be trusted to others. Shooting through the night sky, Julia sat back in the passenger lounge of her shuttle and idly checked through the briefing that had been prepared for this mission. Today was some sort of partnership job, Blackwell was in cahoots with some local outfit, clearly, a front for some sort of criminal venture - not that she cared - and today was all about schmoozing the local political class to get them on the right side.
For whatever reason, gang activity was on the rise across the city, playing havoc with the local speederlanes. Fortunately for Blackwell and their erstwhile compatriots in this little venture, local security couldn't handle it.
She closed down the holopad and rose from her chair as the shuttle came into a sweeping landing down on the reserved bay near the council chambers. Picking up a small chromium stim container, she took one out and turned to face a hired gun, bought and paid for by their partner in today's mission - Reiel Mal Crowholde she had been told their name was. The unlit stim idling in her hand, Julia eyed Reiel up and down, a Mandolorian and no mistaking it. About ahead shorter than the two Blackwell Security Guards, but she more than made up for it with her armour and weapons, stouty compared to her compatriot's pistol, rifle and standard-issue body armour. Probably rather good to have around, she thought to herself, looking away from the Mandolorian as the tell-tale sound of the landing ramp touching the ground clinked through the room.
Politeness never hurt anyone, she scolded herself, turning back to the Mandolorian and extending her free hand "Julia," she smiled "Vice-President, Blackwell Security."