Avolon Bisel
Jun 2nd, 2001, 03:56:55 AM
<font size=1>OOC - First I must give a thanks to my good friend, Kanon Krowe. He gave me permission to take artistic license to his character, etal. It's the story of how Avolon got of Tatooine after he left the New Republic, for he was stuck there. Kanon won't be posting here himself due to time restrictions and sheer lack of inspiration. Feel free to join in, but only if you have something to say. No "Looks on." If you want to post, mix it up, don't stand to the side. All OOC comments on the writing incouraged. I won't post another part unless I get one response saying to do so. Let the story begin...</font>
<hr><font color=yellow>Tatooine
Coordinates 1420, 60
Tatoo System
Arkanis Sector
Outer Rim</font><hr>
Hovering over the desert planet of Tatooine........
<font color=#708090>Asgard is refered to in Norse myth as the enternal resting place for those who parish in battle. The inhabitants of life are often less content then those long gone. In such a case a man's only solitude is Asgard.
Washing through the fabric of space. Wading through such a strange emptiness was more of a task then wading through a filled to the brim pool. The crew compliment was in excess of three hundred. Each had a responsibility, a station. Each one relied on the other. One could compare this monument of team effort to a hive, with worker bees making the honey day in and day out. Using this same example, there must be a queen bee. Someone that lords over the colony. Although this vessle had no queen, rather a king.
<hr>
The room was monumentous. The walls seemed to soar for enternity towards the high ceiling. The metallic door, serving for a threshold to the kind, was closed. Rather then have a crude locking mechinism there was a lock hidden in the room. By sliding this lever down, by use of the mind, the door would slide open. The desk was made of the finest wood based materials in the known galaxy. Crafted by hand for the wealthy owner.
There sat the king, apon his leather throne. He adorned something more fasionable then tights and cape, instead it was a fine tailored suit. Leaning back he sat his feet on the desk top. Hands cradleing his head, fingers locked, he was relaxed. The intercom chimed, and Kanon answered it in kind.
"Yes Dedrick?" Kanon inquired.
"A Avolon Bisel has arrived from Shuttle Bay Four." Dedrick replied.
Kanon pondered the name. Avolon Bisel. The words that rolled off of Dedrick's tounge sounded familar. "Ave-o-lawn Bye-sell" was the correct pronountiation, and Dedrick had pronounced in correctly.
"Send Mr. Bisel in. Follow him in tow." Kanon answered after a moment of thought.
The words "In tow" was a small code prase Kanon and Dedrick had. For them it meant "with blaster". This indicated defense measures would most likely be needed.
The door chimed shortly after. After throwing the hidden lever the door slid open with a metallic swoop. Entering through the doorway was Avolon Bisel. He was reasonable built, but not overly. Tall, but not overly. Yet he had a presence about him. Charming. But in the same way a snake can appear charming with enough effort. Following him was Dedrick Homiside. The phrase "In tow" did not slip Dedrick's mind. But as always he carried his blaster hidden, as Kanon always requested. As the two men made their way to the desk Kanon never kept his eye off the blaster holster hanging from Avolon waist, gently caressing his thigh as he walked. It was not empty as he hoped, but rather filled with it's normal inhabitant. A blaster, fully charged with ionized cryogenic cells. The cover was still buttoned, showing a subtle sign of peace. And also Kanon noted the blaster was set to a low output, niot lethal. Although the Blast and Smash Rifle hanging on his back offered great concern. Finally he arrived at guest chair, located across the desk from Kanon. A gestured head nod told Avolon to take a seat. After sinking into the chair for a few moments he finally felt relaxed. He slides the Blast and Smash Rifle to the front, for the pertruding shape dug at his back when rubbed against the chair's rough form. Dedrick stood behind him, hand ready to reveal his side arm. A genuine smile swept across Kanon's face.
"I am most pleased you could arrive on time."
"I wouldn't want to miss my meeting now would I?" Avolon replied.
His smile indicated a hint of a past event. It seems he has not always been on time.
"Your message was incripted Krowe. I'm not a Slicer as you know. It took me well over a hour to deciper the first sentence. Lucky for me it was only a two sentence letter." Avolon said with smirk.
Kanon hated saying too much in his letters. So it seemed ridiculous to say so little in such a well concealed code.
"Measures must be taken. I know you understand. Perhaps you should refer to Dedrick on his codes. He's the one who makes the letters."
The widened eyes indicated Avolon's suprise.
"That scrawny little punk?" Avolon said with a raised eyebrow.
Dedrick said nothing at the insult. In actuality Avolon was right. Dedrick was short, skinny, and had little to none muscle mass. He was though a brilliant mind. His Slicing abilities were only a small hint at his tremendous talent.
"It's always the nerds." Avolon said with a snort.
Kanon said nothing. He rather let Avolon talk himself out. What was he to say? There was nothing. He was after all speaking his mind. And insulting a guest was above him.
"May we change the subject?" Kanon asked with a hopeful smile.
Avolon stammered a bit. What was he thinking? Kanon was known to kill men for this behavior.
"Ye-yeah. Of course." Avolon replied with a small stutter.
"I am certain you wish to know why you were called here?"
A sigh echoed through Avolon's mind. He was joyful to overcome this moronic hurdle he made.
"Yeah, I am. Your letter was short. You really should increase your word count. Maybe you'd get more people to come to your parties."
Avolon was the solitary voice laughing at the pathetic attempt at humor. He didn't learn from his mistakes. After a few moments of silence Avolon decided to spark another sentence.
"So, you going to tell me or what?" Avolon asked.
His words in Kanon's presence never reflected his true intelligence. He felt like he was in the company of a Cat. Avolon was the Mouse.
"Is it not obvious Avolon? You do still peddle that hunter act, do you not?" Kanon said with a lop sided smile.
"Uh-huh, I still do that. Damn well too. Do you require my services?"
Avolon knew that Kanon didn't need him. He had ran jobs for him several times. In fact he was his most frequent client. But a man with Kanon's abilities did not need a man like him for his dirty work. But Kanon always used him. He never knew why.
"I do indeed. Are you aware of a Hutt by the name of Jabot?"
The name struck Avolon like a sharp needle in the brain.
"Jabot? Yeah, I know the guy. I owe the fatso a million credits."
Kanon smiled.
"Well, this is your chance to clear that debt."
Avolon smiled. Jabot had loaned him credits for ship repairs in the past. After asking again and again the amount became so large it was almost impossible to pay. Avolon was a Bounty Hunter, but not a successful one. Although he was quite good, and had connections, he never had the ship. His old junkpile never allowed him more then one planet hop at a time. And he never had enough credits to afford a worthy craft. It was the age old problem "It takes money to make money." Avolon wringed his hands vigorously. A chance to make it big. With this debt he could finally get off the dirt panet. Every spare credits he gained he gave to Jabot for he got many threats indicating that otherwise would result in his death. And of course Jabot wanted interest, 30% weekly, adding to the growing pot. He had no where to run either. If he was not on Tatooine to give Jabot a somewhat steady cash flow, he would be hunted down. On the other hand Jabot was paranoid, a guard followed him 23/7, the day on Tatooine being only 23 standard hours.
"How much?" Avolon asked with a shaky voice.
"Two million credits." Kanon said with a smile.
What?! Why did Kanon want him dead this bad? He had never got more then four hundred thousand for a job from Kanon. This Jabot must be more important then he thought.
"Of course there's one thing more. You must locate a ship of mine after the hit is carried out.... The Chariot."
Avolon fought hard to hold back his smile. The Chariot was Kanon's favorite ship. It was small, needed only needed ten crewmen, and could get by with 3 experianced ones. Yet it was Kanon's favorite, and he didn't appreciate someone stealing one of his possesions. This much Avolon knew.
"Is this acceptable?" Kanon inquired.
Avolon thought for a moment.
"Okay. I'll do it. But I'll need two more people to help me fly the ship. I have one person in mind. But he'll request five hundred thousand for his trouble."
A lie. His friend wouldn't need more then a hundred, but he intending to bilk all Kanon was worth.
"Agreed. Two million credits for you, five hundred for the other, and Dedrick will be your third."
Avolon smiled. He could use a Slicer on this.
"Good. I accept."
"Start immediantly. Dedrick will go with you on your vessle."
Avolon smiled.
"A pleasure doing business with you."
Avolon stood up. He felt compelled to shake Kanon's hand, as he did with anyone after closing a deal. But Kanon frowned on unwanted contact. So he simply turned and walked toward the door.
"Come on Ded, sattle up. We're going for a ride." Avolon said as he steped through the door.
Dedrick nodded once at Kanon, he returned it in kind. A admittance to leave his presence. Dedrick started towards the door, Avolon having a clear lead on him.
<hr>
Bisel walked briskly down the cooridoor. It wasn't a quick paced walk to him, but to others it seemed differant. His muscle mass allowed for quicker movement then the somewhat weakly Dedrick. And since Dedrick had farther delay then Avolon the gap was relativly daunting After speeding his tread to a run Homiside catches up.
"Sir, please, slow thy pace." Dedrick weezed.
Dedrick's voice indicated loss of breath. He bent over in a attempt ro gain his composture. Avolon came to a stop. He looked over, an anoyed look apon his face.
"Listen pal, if you're going to limp through this thing, you're nothing but dead weight." Avolon said with a snort of contempt.
Dedrick looked up from his bent back position, his hands resting on his knees.
"I do believe I can make it, sire." Dedrick said, his breath returning.
"You barely ran 60 paces. If you can't keep up, don't try."
"I am not in adequate physical condition, but I can make a controbution."
"Remind me to put you at 'Lookout'." Avolon said with a crooked smile.
Dedrick brushed off his jack as he stood up, pressing out any wrinkles added by his movements.
"Come on." Avolon said with a spring in his step.
Dedrick treaded being Avolon, his breath returned to full.
<hr>
The door slid halfway open, making a loud clank. Avolon's gives it a helpful push. The door slides open after effort. Dedrick followed behind Avolon as he boarded the ship Trigger.
"Welcome to my humble home away from home." Avolon said as he gave a bow.
The ship was the intersteller equal to a gas guzzler. Bags of snack food layed about amongst the other litter and grim.
"Take a seat. The ride is bumpy but the memories are priceless." Avolon said with a chuckle.
Dedrick reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a hankerchief. He gently brushed off crumbs from the co-pilot seat. The only seat avalible on the small craft. The adjoining room was filled with boxes of spice mixed with illegal weapontry. A dishonest living, but it paid Jabot's debt.
"Sir--"
"Call me Av. I don't fall for that sire crap." Avolon said with conviction, interrupting Dedrick.
"Yes si-- Av. What I was curious of was, who is this fellow you feel suitable for the job? Sir Krowe requires the best. Less would be unacceptable!"
Avolon smiled. He had no idea he was "the best" in Kanon's mind. Or maybe he just got the job done. In any event, this told him Kanon would need him for future transactions.
"He'll do. I've known him for awhile, so he'll do the job right."
Avolon looked over at the nervous Dedrick.
"Don't sweat it kid. I know old Krowe like an open Holonovel. He won't split you open. You're too valuble."
"You are too kind sir." Dedrick smiled.
Avolon sighed silently at Dedrick's short memory. He hated being called sir. It never fit him.
"Okay bud, buckle up."
Dedrick locked his buckle, keeping him in his seat. Avolon slid the speed up a few knots. They slowly rolled forward. The docking bay door slid open, revealing the stars' beauty. Avolon continued to increase the speed until they got to the end. The ship lifted off the floor just as it exited the docking bay. It rocketed out of [/i]Asgard[/i] and continued a desent to Tatooine. Avolon took the controls and began flying manually.
"Sir, why do you not put the vessle on auto pilot?" Dedrick inquired.
"Because this lousy peice of junk doesn't have one." Avolon said nonchalantly.
No auto pilot? No computer accuratly flying? Dedrick was not familar with flying manually. Where he had come from he was able to depend on the computer's navagation system to guide the flight. Monitering was the only task to be done.
"Uh... Dedrick, do me a favor. Look in that compartment over there."
Avolon gestured towards a rectangular slot near the co-pilot seat. Dedrick slid it out revealing a small Holopad.
"Dictate something for me."
<hr>
<font color=#ffffcc>Trigger landed roughly on the tatooine desert. It sid across the sandy earth until it came to a full stop.
"Are all your peices in the right spot?" Avolon asked with a cuckle.
".... I believe, sir, Avolon." Dedrick said with a pale face.
The door slid open with a metalilic clank. Avolon took a short hop to the ground, shortly followed by a queesy Dedrick.
Dedrick followed Avolon as he walked towards the only thing visible, Mos Espa. The loosely thrown together structures jutted out of the sandy earth. The color of the buildings blending in with the sand made it hard to make out, just how the inhabitants wanted it Avolon surmised. Dedrick still held the Holopad in his well manicured hands.
"Encode that would you?"
"Of course, sir, Avolon." Dedrick said proudly. He took his work very seriously.
Dedrick picked up his pace to catch up to the fast moving Avolon. He looked curiously at the datapad.
"Sir, if I may as, it says here this man will take a Sniper's role."
"Yeah?"
"Well sir, do you not believe in your ability to kill Jabot?"
Avolon stopped dead in his tracks.
"Wait and see."
With this Avolon continued on his tread towards the city.
<hr><font color=yellow>Tatooine
Coordinates 1420, 60
Tatoo System
Arkanis Sector
Outer Rim</font><hr>
Hovering over the desert planet of Tatooine........
<font color=#708090>Asgard is refered to in Norse myth as the enternal resting place for those who parish in battle. The inhabitants of life are often less content then those long gone. In such a case a man's only solitude is Asgard.
Washing through the fabric of space. Wading through such a strange emptiness was more of a task then wading through a filled to the brim pool. The crew compliment was in excess of three hundred. Each had a responsibility, a station. Each one relied on the other. One could compare this monument of team effort to a hive, with worker bees making the honey day in and day out. Using this same example, there must be a queen bee. Someone that lords over the colony. Although this vessle had no queen, rather a king.
<hr>
The room was monumentous. The walls seemed to soar for enternity towards the high ceiling. The metallic door, serving for a threshold to the kind, was closed. Rather then have a crude locking mechinism there was a lock hidden in the room. By sliding this lever down, by use of the mind, the door would slide open. The desk was made of the finest wood based materials in the known galaxy. Crafted by hand for the wealthy owner.
There sat the king, apon his leather throne. He adorned something more fasionable then tights and cape, instead it was a fine tailored suit. Leaning back he sat his feet on the desk top. Hands cradleing his head, fingers locked, he was relaxed. The intercom chimed, and Kanon answered it in kind.
"Yes Dedrick?" Kanon inquired.
"A Avolon Bisel has arrived from Shuttle Bay Four." Dedrick replied.
Kanon pondered the name. Avolon Bisel. The words that rolled off of Dedrick's tounge sounded familar. "Ave-o-lawn Bye-sell" was the correct pronountiation, and Dedrick had pronounced in correctly.
"Send Mr. Bisel in. Follow him in tow." Kanon answered after a moment of thought.
The words "In tow" was a small code prase Kanon and Dedrick had. For them it meant "with blaster". This indicated defense measures would most likely be needed.
The door chimed shortly after. After throwing the hidden lever the door slid open with a metallic swoop. Entering through the doorway was Avolon Bisel. He was reasonable built, but not overly. Tall, but not overly. Yet he had a presence about him. Charming. But in the same way a snake can appear charming with enough effort. Following him was Dedrick Homiside. The phrase "In tow" did not slip Dedrick's mind. But as always he carried his blaster hidden, as Kanon always requested. As the two men made their way to the desk Kanon never kept his eye off the blaster holster hanging from Avolon waist, gently caressing his thigh as he walked. It was not empty as he hoped, but rather filled with it's normal inhabitant. A blaster, fully charged with ionized cryogenic cells. The cover was still buttoned, showing a subtle sign of peace. And also Kanon noted the blaster was set to a low output, niot lethal. Although the Blast and Smash Rifle hanging on his back offered great concern. Finally he arrived at guest chair, located across the desk from Kanon. A gestured head nod told Avolon to take a seat. After sinking into the chair for a few moments he finally felt relaxed. He slides the Blast and Smash Rifle to the front, for the pertruding shape dug at his back when rubbed against the chair's rough form. Dedrick stood behind him, hand ready to reveal his side arm. A genuine smile swept across Kanon's face.
"I am most pleased you could arrive on time."
"I wouldn't want to miss my meeting now would I?" Avolon replied.
His smile indicated a hint of a past event. It seems he has not always been on time.
"Your message was incripted Krowe. I'm not a Slicer as you know. It took me well over a hour to deciper the first sentence. Lucky for me it was only a two sentence letter." Avolon said with smirk.
Kanon hated saying too much in his letters. So it seemed ridiculous to say so little in such a well concealed code.
"Measures must be taken. I know you understand. Perhaps you should refer to Dedrick on his codes. He's the one who makes the letters."
The widened eyes indicated Avolon's suprise.
"That scrawny little punk?" Avolon said with a raised eyebrow.
Dedrick said nothing at the insult. In actuality Avolon was right. Dedrick was short, skinny, and had little to none muscle mass. He was though a brilliant mind. His Slicing abilities were only a small hint at his tremendous talent.
"It's always the nerds." Avolon said with a snort.
Kanon said nothing. He rather let Avolon talk himself out. What was he to say? There was nothing. He was after all speaking his mind. And insulting a guest was above him.
"May we change the subject?" Kanon asked with a hopeful smile.
Avolon stammered a bit. What was he thinking? Kanon was known to kill men for this behavior.
"Ye-yeah. Of course." Avolon replied with a small stutter.
"I am certain you wish to know why you were called here?"
A sigh echoed through Avolon's mind. He was joyful to overcome this moronic hurdle he made.
"Yeah, I am. Your letter was short. You really should increase your word count. Maybe you'd get more people to come to your parties."
Avolon was the solitary voice laughing at the pathetic attempt at humor. He didn't learn from his mistakes. After a few moments of silence Avolon decided to spark another sentence.
"So, you going to tell me or what?" Avolon asked.
His words in Kanon's presence never reflected his true intelligence. He felt like he was in the company of a Cat. Avolon was the Mouse.
"Is it not obvious Avolon? You do still peddle that hunter act, do you not?" Kanon said with a lop sided smile.
"Uh-huh, I still do that. Damn well too. Do you require my services?"
Avolon knew that Kanon didn't need him. He had ran jobs for him several times. In fact he was his most frequent client. But a man with Kanon's abilities did not need a man like him for his dirty work. But Kanon always used him. He never knew why.
"I do indeed. Are you aware of a Hutt by the name of Jabot?"
The name struck Avolon like a sharp needle in the brain.
"Jabot? Yeah, I know the guy. I owe the fatso a million credits."
Kanon smiled.
"Well, this is your chance to clear that debt."
Avolon smiled. Jabot had loaned him credits for ship repairs in the past. After asking again and again the amount became so large it was almost impossible to pay. Avolon was a Bounty Hunter, but not a successful one. Although he was quite good, and had connections, he never had the ship. His old junkpile never allowed him more then one planet hop at a time. And he never had enough credits to afford a worthy craft. It was the age old problem "It takes money to make money." Avolon wringed his hands vigorously. A chance to make it big. With this debt he could finally get off the dirt panet. Every spare credits he gained he gave to Jabot for he got many threats indicating that otherwise would result in his death. And of course Jabot wanted interest, 30% weekly, adding to the growing pot. He had no where to run either. If he was not on Tatooine to give Jabot a somewhat steady cash flow, he would be hunted down. On the other hand Jabot was paranoid, a guard followed him 23/7, the day on Tatooine being only 23 standard hours.
"How much?" Avolon asked with a shaky voice.
"Two million credits." Kanon said with a smile.
What?! Why did Kanon want him dead this bad? He had never got more then four hundred thousand for a job from Kanon. This Jabot must be more important then he thought.
"Of course there's one thing more. You must locate a ship of mine after the hit is carried out.... The Chariot."
Avolon fought hard to hold back his smile. The Chariot was Kanon's favorite ship. It was small, needed only needed ten crewmen, and could get by with 3 experianced ones. Yet it was Kanon's favorite, and he didn't appreciate someone stealing one of his possesions. This much Avolon knew.
"Is this acceptable?" Kanon inquired.
Avolon thought for a moment.
"Okay. I'll do it. But I'll need two more people to help me fly the ship. I have one person in mind. But he'll request five hundred thousand for his trouble."
A lie. His friend wouldn't need more then a hundred, but he intending to bilk all Kanon was worth.
"Agreed. Two million credits for you, five hundred for the other, and Dedrick will be your third."
Avolon smiled. He could use a Slicer on this.
"Good. I accept."
"Start immediantly. Dedrick will go with you on your vessle."
Avolon smiled.
"A pleasure doing business with you."
Avolon stood up. He felt compelled to shake Kanon's hand, as he did with anyone after closing a deal. But Kanon frowned on unwanted contact. So he simply turned and walked toward the door.
"Come on Ded, sattle up. We're going for a ride." Avolon said as he steped through the door.
Dedrick nodded once at Kanon, he returned it in kind. A admittance to leave his presence. Dedrick started towards the door, Avolon having a clear lead on him.
<hr>
Bisel walked briskly down the cooridoor. It wasn't a quick paced walk to him, but to others it seemed differant. His muscle mass allowed for quicker movement then the somewhat weakly Dedrick. And since Dedrick had farther delay then Avolon the gap was relativly daunting After speeding his tread to a run Homiside catches up.
"Sir, please, slow thy pace." Dedrick weezed.
Dedrick's voice indicated loss of breath. He bent over in a attempt ro gain his composture. Avolon came to a stop. He looked over, an anoyed look apon his face.
"Listen pal, if you're going to limp through this thing, you're nothing but dead weight." Avolon said with a snort of contempt.
Dedrick looked up from his bent back position, his hands resting on his knees.
"I do believe I can make it, sire." Dedrick said, his breath returning.
"You barely ran 60 paces. If you can't keep up, don't try."
"I am not in adequate physical condition, but I can make a controbution."
"Remind me to put you at 'Lookout'." Avolon said with a crooked smile.
Dedrick brushed off his jack as he stood up, pressing out any wrinkles added by his movements.
"Come on." Avolon said with a spring in his step.
Dedrick treaded being Avolon, his breath returned to full.
<hr>
The door slid halfway open, making a loud clank. Avolon's gives it a helpful push. The door slides open after effort. Dedrick followed behind Avolon as he boarded the ship Trigger.
"Welcome to my humble home away from home." Avolon said as he gave a bow.
The ship was the intersteller equal to a gas guzzler. Bags of snack food layed about amongst the other litter and grim.
"Take a seat. The ride is bumpy but the memories are priceless." Avolon said with a chuckle.
Dedrick reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a hankerchief. He gently brushed off crumbs from the co-pilot seat. The only seat avalible on the small craft. The adjoining room was filled with boxes of spice mixed with illegal weapontry. A dishonest living, but it paid Jabot's debt.
"Sir--"
"Call me Av. I don't fall for that sire crap." Avolon said with conviction, interrupting Dedrick.
"Yes si-- Av. What I was curious of was, who is this fellow you feel suitable for the job? Sir Krowe requires the best. Less would be unacceptable!"
Avolon smiled. He had no idea he was "the best" in Kanon's mind. Or maybe he just got the job done. In any event, this told him Kanon would need him for future transactions.
"He'll do. I've known him for awhile, so he'll do the job right."
Avolon looked over at the nervous Dedrick.
"Don't sweat it kid. I know old Krowe like an open Holonovel. He won't split you open. You're too valuble."
"You are too kind sir." Dedrick smiled.
Avolon sighed silently at Dedrick's short memory. He hated being called sir. It never fit him.
"Okay bud, buckle up."
Dedrick locked his buckle, keeping him in his seat. Avolon slid the speed up a few knots. They slowly rolled forward. The docking bay door slid open, revealing the stars' beauty. Avolon continued to increase the speed until they got to the end. The ship lifted off the floor just as it exited the docking bay. It rocketed out of [/i]Asgard[/i] and continued a desent to Tatooine. Avolon took the controls and began flying manually.
"Sir, why do you not put the vessle on auto pilot?" Dedrick inquired.
"Because this lousy peice of junk doesn't have one." Avolon said nonchalantly.
No auto pilot? No computer accuratly flying? Dedrick was not familar with flying manually. Where he had come from he was able to depend on the computer's navagation system to guide the flight. Monitering was the only task to be done.
"Uh... Dedrick, do me a favor. Look in that compartment over there."
Avolon gestured towards a rectangular slot near the co-pilot seat. Dedrick slid it out revealing a small Holopad.
"Dictate something for me."
<hr>
<font color=#ffffcc>Trigger landed roughly on the tatooine desert. It sid across the sandy earth until it came to a full stop.
"Are all your peices in the right spot?" Avolon asked with a cuckle.
".... I believe, sir, Avolon." Dedrick said with a pale face.
The door slid open with a metalilic clank. Avolon took a short hop to the ground, shortly followed by a queesy Dedrick.
Dedrick followed Avolon as he walked towards the only thing visible, Mos Espa. The loosely thrown together structures jutted out of the sandy earth. The color of the buildings blending in with the sand made it hard to make out, just how the inhabitants wanted it Avolon surmised. Dedrick still held the Holopad in his well manicured hands.
"Encode that would you?"
"Of course, sir, Avolon." Dedrick said proudly. He took his work very seriously.
Dedrick picked up his pace to catch up to the fast moving Avolon. He looked curiously at the datapad.
"Sir, if I may as, it says here this man will take a Sniper's role."
"Yeah?"
"Well sir, do you not believe in your ability to kill Jabot?"
Avolon stopped dead in his tracks.
"Wait and see."
With this Avolon continued on his tread towards the city.