<font color=yellow>A lone guard yells out at the people slowly but steadily scattering to hell and back, his voice rising above the din.</font>
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"YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR SECURITY CLEARANCES YET!!! WITHOUT THOSE, YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING!"</font>
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The guards pass out special data-chips to each person, except those who have already left. These data-chips include concealed-weapon permits and a 4-Aleph level security clearance. Incidentally, this clearance is fifteen levels too low to find out that your 3-Zeta level group exists ;) .

In the Armory, you find suits of blaster-resistant armor for most humanoid body-types, blaster pistols and rifles, and a small amount of heavier weaponry (one E-Web tripod-mounted fully automatic laser rifle, some light, shoulder mounted laser-cannons). There is an abundance of energy clips, and several generators for charging them, 2 of which are backpack sized.

OOC: Dron is right about the way that this would be handled, JJ...Eciel would make his way to a CDF outpost, station, or headquarters, and request that information. On a world of 4 trillion, that's the only hope you have of finding people. Incidentally, the headquarters has computer banks that link directly to CDF...but, your character has already left, before being told of them. That's okay, though, because you're roleplaying, and as such, sometimes you won't do what is most to your advantage.</font>

<font color=green> Joneth goes to the armory, fits himself with some easily concealable armor, and a blaster pistol. He then looks to Terassk to see if he is ready to move.</font>

Terassk gleefully straps on two blaster pistols and grabs some blaster resistant armor. He eyes the heavy weapons and states "I'm tempted to grab those, oh so tempted, but I don't think Senators like looking down the barrel of a rocket launcher... Hmm,"
Terassk grabs a launcher and sees if it can fold together like a Merr-Sonn Prototype launcher

The public transport glides over the planets traffic as it makes its way towards a landing platform in front of the CDF headquarters. Eceil, having been pressed up against a window of the ship by the mass of people, stands with his face pointed out a dusty rear window. His eyes had spent the entire trip transfixed on the churning metropolis around him. Eceil had forgotten why he left the city all those years ago. If the transports engine died right here he had no doubt they would fall for at least twenty minutes before hitting some man made surface.
The ship comes to a stop at the CDF station and Eceil pushes his way out of the vehicles crowd and onto the landing platform. He works his way up the buildings steps and into its glistening clean reception hall. Their he pauses, straightening up his worn flight jacket and doing what he can to untangle his graying hair. Patting the knife and blaster tucked away in his jacket with a reassured comfort, Eceil walks up to the receptionist while forcing himself to smile.
"Good morning, my name is Jeris Ma'Shedth, I'm with the Courescant Weekly. Were doing another segment on the terrorist bombing and I'd like to get a chance to interview some of the survivors. I need the contact information you have on them, if it's not too much to ask."

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<font color=white>"Very well, sir, please take a number and we'll get with you when we can," the receptionist says.</font>
<font color=yellow>Eciel is directed to a seat, where he sits for nearly an hour before a detective finally comes to meet him. The detective, a lieutenant, informs Eciel that his visit was unexpected, and that normally such things would have to be scheduled. Then he asks for his clearance, something required for talking with the survivors, and commonly issued to the associated press.

Bakilas, Joneth, and Terrask continue to look through the stock of weapons, finding also a small assortment of conventional melee weapons. Unfortunately for Terrask, those heavier weapons are rigid, and can't really be compacted in any way. Worse yet, it's common knowlegde that even with a permit for such things on Coruscant (which are relatively rare), to have them on one's person legally, the power clips must be removed, as well as any rockets or other projectiles that heavier weapons may use. On top of this, the weapons must have a barrel-plug fitted to them at all times.</font>

Bakilas smiles, "Ah melee weapons, now we are talking my language."
First he grabs some blaster resistant armor which he wears under his normal clothes, he also tucks a blaster pistol into his shoulder holster.


OOC: What sort of melee weapons are we talking here?

Eceil shifts his head to the side and reaches into his jacket in a fake effort to look for his press card.
"Boss didn't say anything about this. Why do you need clearance to talk to the survivors?

<font color=white>"It's for their protection, Mr. Ma'Shedth...we can't just allow anyone to see them, as they are victims---we have a duty to protect them until they are genuinely safe...that is, the criminals have been aprehended and tried."</font>
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Bakilas finds vibro- and stun- everything.</font>

<font color=lightgreen>Looking to Terassk,</font>
<font color=green>"Are you ready? If so, we should really be going, we have a lot of work to do."
<font color=lightgreen>Turning to the guards,</font> <font color=green>"Do we have airspeeders available, yet?"</font>

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<font color=white>"There's only three right now; we've been having supply problems with the airspeeders, but expect more later this week"</font>

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<font color=lightgreen>Joneth walks over to one of the speeders, getting into the passenger side, and putting his blaster under the seat. (Weapons are not allowed in the place he plans on going.) He opens his datapad, and begins typing furiously.</font>

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Terassk looks at the speeder, then says "Well, I guess I could hit up the local cantinas, I need a drink anyway," with that he looks for some sort of... Public transportation

Bakilas grabs a vibro-blade and smiles. He then looks at Terassk, "I was about to head out to a few cantinas, shall we travel together or should we split them up between the two of us?"

<font color=yellow>A human male, one of the squad, walks up to Joneth's speeder.</font>
<font color=white>"Need a driver? I was listening in back there, figured I'd go along with you. The name's Barrick Gren."</font>

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<font color=lightgreen>Scowling at Terassk, Joneth turns to the guard,</font> <font color=green>"Sure, Barrick, glad to have you along."</font>
<font color=lightgreen>With a final scowl back at his Trandoshan companion, Joneth turns back around, and returns to typing away at his datapad.</font>

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OCC: At this point Eceil still thinks the only way to get the information he needs is to do a little shady work. He doesn’t know that Republic has given any clearance to this unsanctioned work.

Grinning at the receptionist he pulls his hands out of his jacket, obviously lacking his press card. The man had given Eceil what could become a lead without intending to do so, but even with this hint he still didn’t have the contact information he came for.
Eceil could see now that the last ten years of his life far away from the core worlds had put a dent in his skills. The old Eceil would have never got himself in a stupid position like this.
Stupid position or not, though, he wasn’t going home empty handed. With a sickening moment of clarity he realizes that his “talents” could perhaps save him an embarrassment today.

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<font color=white>"Yes, sir, we have that happen all the time," he says. "All I have to do is check with your employer to make sure that you're working for them...I'll just send a query their way."</font>
<font color=yellow>Eceil fidgits uncomfortably, knowing that he hasn't attempted anything like this in years, and still kind of bitter about the circumstances around his education in The Way. None of that mattered now, though. Here he was, in need of a certain result, with the means to produce it. He takes the chance, coercing their mind into believing they saw the confirmation that they did not. Eceil, successful but still disappointed in himself, is led to the detective's office, where he is given the information he sought.</font>

With a list of survivors on his datapad he exits the police office, taking note of the security cameras that had watched the reception room silently. Any concern their presence could have given him was over powered by the wave of nausea he was feeling. It had been a while since he had tasted the skills of his past and having dragged that slithering worm of a talent to the surface of his mind had disturbed him more then he thought it would of. It was going to take a lot of drinks tonight to rid himself of it again.
Eceil decides to try and reach a few of the survivors by himself. He forwards a copy of the contact list back to the hideout though incase any of the others want to take a look at it.

OOC: Everyone has a datapad, now synchronized with the central computer bank. Thus, everyone gets a copy of this list.

Terassk returns Joneths scowl with a glare and a mutter of "What the hells did I do?" he then turns to Bakilas "I think we should stick together, I don't want either of us to end up dead in an alley."

<font color=yellow>Terrask and Bakilas have the option of taking one of the airspeeders, though neither is a outstanding pilot---Terrask is better than Bakilas, and probably even has flown this type of craft before, though Bakilas just has a solid education in the basics, without a lot of flight time. Alternately, they can just walk around the local places.

Barrick turns to Joneth, asking him if his friends are coming along, or if he want's to go someplace else.

Around this time, Eciel is taking an Air Taxi to go see one of the survivors, Yulo Ont, a Twi'lek businessman who happened to be one of the lucky survivors with a personal airspeeder. He had fled the scene, leaving behind his family to their certain deaths, and the CDF database says that he has committed numerous slowly escalating crimes since the incident.
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<font color=green> "Yes, just drive, they still have no idea what I'm talking about."</font>

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As the elevator comes to a stop Eceil finds himself in a silent hallway.
Yulo Ont, for someone who use to work in the Farraldy Tower the Twi’lek had sure fallen pretty far. Eceil found the businessman’s home on the hundredth floor of an old apartment complex well bellow the twilight line. Something inside Eceil told him the man deserved his new fate, he had left his family to die after all.
Approaching Yulo’s door Eceil pats his jacket to ensure once again it still holds his pistol. Convinced its still lying close to his chest he ignores the doors com screen and instead decides to try and reach Yulo the old fashion way. Slamming his fist against the door Eceil shouts:
“Mr. Ont, I’d like to have word with you. Do me a favor and open up.”

"Well I feel like a good walk, unless you object Terrask?"

<font color=yellow>In front of Eciel, the door opens normally, though the scene behind it hardly is. Eciel is greeted rather harshly with a blaster barrage from behind an over-turned couch across the doorway. It is only years of combat experience that allow Eciel to instinctively dive out of the way, though still recieving a minor wound (3 HP). The Twi'lek obviously is crazed, perhaps desperate; he shouts something that sounds nearly bestial in his native tongue of Twi'leki, and unleashes another barrage into the hallway as the doorway shuts. Eciel sighs. This is going to be a long day.

Back at the base, Barrick asks Joneth where to go, figuring that the other two aren't coming.</font>

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Backing up against the hallway Eceil draws his plaster pistol with a quiet swear. He awaits he next salvo of blaster shots to end to rolls back into the doorway and aims his pistol for a disabling shot one of the aliens limbs.

<font color=yellow>Eciel, jabbing the door control before he rolls ( ;) ), waits out a blaster salvo and then rolls in firing with battle-honed prowess, taking the Twi'lek in the blaster-arm, and knocking him backward, onto the floor. Quick to capitalize on the situation, Eciel enters, kicking the blaster away and putting a foot on Yulo's chest to keep him from moving. Only then does he spare the glance to rest of the apartment, noticing that the man has been living in his own trash for what seems to be the past three months, if the amount is indicative. The room is only furnished with a couch, a holoprojector, and a food-preparation machine. Off to one side, a single door leds to a refresher, while on the other side, a door stands open to reveal a closet.

Glancing down, he sees that the Twi'lek's wound is not that serious---not bleeding, no arterial damage apparent. Just some skin and muscle tissue.</font>

Terassk states "We can walk... I dont want to try my piloting skills this early in the day,"

"Fair enough". With that Bakilas starts a brisk walk to the nearest cantina.

A wave of euphoria flows through Eceil. This was the way he liked to work, this was the Republic had trained him to operate. None of this sneaking around the CDF station or falling back on the force crap, for the first time in a very long while Eceil found himself doing things the right way.
Eceil takes a quick look at the mess of a room then turns with a grin to the wounded Twi’lek.
“We got off to a bad start, but I’m a nice guy so I’ll let us try that again. My names Eceil, I’ll be your interrogator today.”
Without waiting for a response he presses his pistol against Yulo’s skull. Eceils voice carries a new colder tone to it.
“Please tell me theirs no one else here I need to worry about. Answer me or I’ll shoot.”

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<font color=white>"No, no one here except for you, stinking dog!" Yulo spits at you through the pain.</font>
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Bakilas and Terassk walk out of the building, careful to stick to streets and alleys that are partly lit, so as to both not draw attention to themselves and to avoid possible detection. After wandering for nearly an hour, they finally make it into a seedy cantina called "The Bottom Feeder," populated with the scroungiest low-lifes that one could imagine. Most didn't really even resemble the species that they were---humans sported tumors, or surgically implanted horns. Several cyborgs, modified for combat, roam about the bar; even a few Jawas can be seen in the crowd. There are Sabacc and a few Dejarik games going on, though every so often, they get unruly.

Barrick fires up the airspeeder's repulsorlift, and steers it out, angling sharply upward. In all honesty, he flies kind of recklessly, zipping in and out of spaces that he shouldn't have even been near as he flies upward, Joneth flopping back and forth against his restraints through the higher g turns. Finally, they get up to relatively free airspace, and angle off toward the Senate.</font>

Bakilas decides to seperate himself from Terassk while in the cantina, he makes his way to the bar to see what he can overhear.

“Stinking dog? Fair enough, call me what you will but your still going to answer my questions. Now then, any particular reason you decided to start shooting at me?”

<font color=white>"DOES IT MATTER? I shot at you! You are still in a position of self defense. I will shoot at you again when you leave! Shoot me now, or I'll kill you!"</font><font color=yellow> Yulo shouts at Eciel, his head-tails twitching violently.

Bakilas slightly regrets going over to the bar; nothing but exceptionally gruesome stories are being told, the criminals laughing at their heinous acts. After a few minutes, and a couple of drinks, Bakilas happens to hear some mutterings about 'someone or something moving into the old Carracks Incorporated Manufacturing Center.' That conversation spreads like wildfire, until at least fifteen people are discussing it. Many theories are exchanged, though thankfully, the truth is still the most absurd.

After a little while, and some conversations praising the Hutts over the 'Sithspitting Bothans,' the incident at Ferraldy Tower is mentioned, the patron saying he wouldn't be surprised a bit if the Bothans had perpetrated that.</font>

Eceil pauses, looking the Twi’lek in the eyes for a long moment before grabbing him by the throat and pulling him into a chock hold.
“I’m not here to end this miserable little existence of yours, Mr. Ont, but you’re making that very hard for me. I was already in a bad mood before you started shooting at me -and I want to make this very clear now- I have an entire list of other witness to go to if you don’t want to help me out. So here’s the way were going to do this. I’m gona ask you a question, your going to answer it if you don’t want to be screaming in pain. Now then, why did you just try to kill me?”

<font color=white>"I wanted you to kill me,"</font><font color=yellow> Yulo sobs, his lekku limp. <font color=white>"I tried to kill you to provoke a reaction, so that you'd kill me. Now why are you here?"</font>

Eceil’s little adventure with the force earlier that day still carried its reverberations. Even now the thing hung over his thoughts, like a thick fog he couldn’t rid himself of. It spoke to him about his surroundings and told him that Yulo was in misery, that he had been in misery for a while and that his spirit itself was burned. It gave Eceil a moment of weakness, a pause where his mind could do nothing but focus on the creature writhing in front of him.
He had a feeling Yulo had just lied to him, but it wasn't worth arguing over yet. He lets go of the Twi’lek, allowing the alien to back up into a corner where it sputters and gasps for breath. Eceil still points the pistol at him, but his voice no longer carries the aggressive tone it use to. “I’m here to avenge your wife and kids. I’m here because I think you can help me find the people that killed them.”

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Bakilas slides from the bar and moves over to the patron who mentioned the bombing, "Hey there friend, let me buy you a drink."

ooc:you said to feel free to join and say you've been silent this whole time, so if you have any objections on me joining I'll delete this post.


<font color=red>With all this Keal keeps thinking to himsself about solutions to this whole mess,"Where would they hit next?" He figures would be the best way to stop the enemy. "What kind of building was that place(ooc:com'on help me out here), what kind of people worked there? Hmmm... I'd better ask around" Keal thinks as he walks to the armoury."I'll need a disguise to get around, these places have gotta be guarded. I'll bet they won't let anyone in unless they have direct orders or permission from the senate, and since we're supposed to be secrative." he thinks as he grabs the armor and a couple guns and takes a speeder to an appartment building where one of the victems are supposed to be living.

When he gets there he walks up to a guard outside and says,"I'm to check and see how he's doing," hoping the guards will fall for the disguise and let him in.</font>

OCC: Welcome aboard. Good to see another joining us. Heres to a thousand more.