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AGE: 43
SPECIES: Rodian
FACTION: Independent
OCCUPATION: Seeker
RANK: Founder and owner of the Bureau for Missing Persons
HEIGHT: 5' 6''
WEIGHT: 170lbs
SKIN COLOR: Green
EYE COLOR: Black
FORCE: No
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"Need to find a runaway child? Delinquent debtor? Escaped convict? Have a crime scene but no suspect? Don't let worry overwhelm your life. Contact the Bureau for Missing Persons today." - Ad for the Bureau for Missing Persons
"Before we begin, it's worth clearing something up: Siero Bomai never was, he ain't, and he never will be a legally appointed agent of any governmental body in this galaxy or any other. His 'bureau' is in no way representative of any persons or organizations in the former or any future government of the Republic.
"Okay, now that that's out of the way...
"Siero Bomai is a patriot. Yeah that's right, a patriot. The guy loved the Republic. Okay yeah maybe not for the reasons you folks are thinking of, but he still loved it. Did he contract with the Republic to perform certain unspecified jobs? I don't know, maybe, maybe not. You didn't hear it from me. But that's got nothing to do with it anyway. It was a place of... opportunity.
"No, really, just think about it. Here you've got some dirt poor kid from Rodia, right? Kid's got no mommy, daddy got shot, but he's still got 2 younger sisters to feed. As if that ain't enough, the kid's dumber than a dewback! No not dumb like stupid, shut up, I know you were thinking it. I mean he couldn't speak. Still can't. Got some deformity of his vocal cords, courtesy of his mom and pop.
"Anyway, this kid's got to put food on the table, so what's he do? Oh, I forgot to mention, he was real good at hide-and-seek. So this kid goes 'man, I'm real good at finding people, maybe people would pay me for that.' He starts out just finding odds and ends people've misplaced. Yknow, you forgot your datapad in the park, your pet ran away, whatever. And he was good! Advertised himself as a 'seeker' or something. Word started to get around. So a few years go by and the kid found himself getting called in by these Republic transplant types, y'know, the bored coreworld elites who foot it to the outer edges for adventure or to start a business or whatever. It's fluff jobs at first, 'find my son, he ran off with his girlfriend,' or 'find my speeder, I got so drunk I left it somewhere.' And he delivers. Soon enough, some wealthy executive figures 'hey, he's good at finding stuff, let's send him after that deadbeat crook who stole from us.' What's that sound like? Don't answer that. I'm gonna add here that Siero has never knowingly attempted to circumvent bounty hunting regulations and any attempts by his clients to defraud any agencies of their proper dues was entirely out of his control.
"Where was I? Oh yeah. Next thing he knew, Siero was running around the galaxy for these bigshot Republic guys. Making a name for himself. Earning big creds. That's opportunity. A nobody kid from Rodia making it big. What would he have done if the Sith had been in charge? 'Oh yeah sir I'll find that briefcase for you. Whoops, turns out it was snagged by your evil student Darth Murderdeath, make sure my funeral is nice.'
"So yeah, the Republic was good to Siero. He even expanded the business! Hired that linguist, Aurin whatshername, just pulled her from a university in the core and gave her a job. She translates for him, because - get this - he still only uses Rodian sign language. The dude knows basic sign language! He could even afford a droid voice or text to speech or something. Personally I think he just finds it funny. Plus, he's taken a liking to the girl. She's a good kid. Treats her like a daughter.
"...I think that's it. You need anything else, you know where to find me."
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"What the fierfek is this? I paid for a discrete meetin'. What're you, his babysitter?"
"His translator, sir."
"Translator? You tellin' me I'm payin' for an investigator that doesn't even speak basic?"
"That is correct, sir."
"What kinda worthless inbred alie-"
"He can still hear you, sir."
"Wha-?"
"I never said he could not understand basic. He can. He can hear perfectly well. He just can't speak."
"Oh, uh, well..."
"He uses Rodian sign language to communicate. I translate his words for others to hear."
"I uh... I 'pologize 'bout that... what's that? What did he just do?"
"He says he will forgive you when you pay him."
"That's mighty generous of-... wait. He hasn't even told me what I wanted to know yet. Why would I - what's that?"
"He said he already has."
"Already what? Like hell he has, he can't even talk without you-"
"He says you wanted it just between the two of you, and that he would be breaching contract by telling me so I could translate for you."
"Oh, uh, yeah, I 'spose that's true. But then where-"
"Check your datapad."
"...huh. I'll be damned."
"Hi, are you...?"
"Miss Ma'vena? Yes, we contacted you. This is Siero Bomai, I am Aurin Dystra. Before we get started, are you still offering the reward?"
"Reward? For my boy? Yes, of course! Have you heard something? Do you know where he is?!"
"Siero says you should sit down."
"What? O-okay..."
"I'll be right back, Miss. Stay there."
"So... what's this all about? Did you find him? I never gave up hope, even after all this time... please, say something. Anyth-"
"Mommy!"
"Jallo! I can't believe it! Jallo! Oh my beautiful boy. Are you alright? Is he alright? Where did you find him?"
"Siero says that's not important. What's important is that he's home safe now."
"Oh your father won't believe his eyes. Thank you again, thank you, thank you."
"Miss Ma'vena?"
"Yes?"
"Siero says you can't take the boy."
"...what kind of sick game are you playing? YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? I WO-"
"Miss, calm down. You need to pay the reward before you can take the boy."
"So, you killed him? I mean, he killed him?"
"No, he didn't."
"No? What do you mean no?"
"That's okay Siero, I can handle it. Sir, your contract, legally speaking, only called for the location of this 'rat-ass ithorian.' No terms were laid out for an extra-judicial killing."
"You twos are bounty hunters right? I thought that was like, complicit or something."
"Implicit."
"What?"
"Siero says you used the wrong word. It's implicit. Complicit means you're helping to commit a crime, implicit means 'implied.'"
"Isn't murder a crime?"
"What? Look, nevermind. Siero just wants the money owed for the job."
"I'm not payin' if he didn't whack the dude... whoa, WHOA BACK OFF BUG-FACE."
"Siero says pay for the job right now or he 'whacks' you instead."
"Okay okay okay just get him off me!"
"Siero begs your apology, but he will be abandoning the case."
"Abandoning it? I thought he was the best! My brother's been dead for a week and you're already dropping the case?"
"Siero says it would be best for all involved."
"Like hell it would be!"
"Siero apologizes sincerely. He says if your brother had been murdered a decade ago he would never have dropped it."
"If he-... what's that got to do with anything?"
"Siero says things were much easier when the Republic ran the show. When the Sith are in charge you've got a fair to good chance for any murders or disappearances to lead back to some psychotic with a red lightsaber... he says he enjoys having his head securely attached."
"...my brother was killed by a Sith?"
"He declines any further comment."
"Then I want my money back."
"Of course. Minus expenses."
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"You're saying a rodian did that to you? Big tough guy like you, beaten up by a rodian? Y'know what, never mind, just describe the assailant. No, hold on: Ryn, you recording this? Good. Okay, go ahead."
"I was having a drink wi-"
"Hey, did I ask for your life story? No? Then just describe the guy."
"Damn man, fine. A rodian, like 5 foot 5 or something. Hey! It's not funny!"
"I'm sorry, that was unprofessional of me. Continue."
"Rodian, 5' 5"... fierfek man I don't know, all rodians look the same. He was real green. Like, his skin. And he was built! Dude was like a gundark, I swear."
"Uh huh."
"And he had this real thick, heavy armor piled up in the corner by his table, and a real massive gun. I don't know how he was allowed into the bar with it. Oh, and he had a lady with him. Human, maybe 20s. Real fine, y'knowha'Imean? Brown hair, had that kind of exotic dangerous look..."
"Great. Thanks. So what'd you do to get your ass beat?"
"I don't know man, I was just chatting up that girl, I didn't know she was his, and I was just sayin' all the stuff I'd do to, er, for a girl like her, get me?"
"No, I don't think I do. Okay, we'll look into it. You can go...
"...Alright, He's gone? Trash the recording, Ryn. And tell Siero he owes me another 100 creds."
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● ACR 4-26
● B-8R Medium Blaster Pistol
● Caltrop grenade
● Smack down grenade
● 'Hazard' Environmental Combat Armor
● Aggressor attack craft -
Finding Iokath (Part One) — Siero signs up with an assassin droid and a ragtag team to find a mysterious planet. (Ongoing)
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