IC: Ewlla Iillor, Dak Trooper, Galactic City Location: Imperial Centre The maglev platform stretched to Iillor?s right, a further two hundred metres, and in keeping with it?s function, standing upon it, it did seem like it was floating in the air. Despite the red metal columns supporting the sloping shelter that was the same width of the ferrocrete platform on which she stood, there was little visible infrastructure from visible from up here, that said they were connected to the ground level where the bounty hunter had dropped her. There were a smattering of early morning commuters, standing among the columns, or occupying the four seat benches. At least one member of the red-armoured Coruscant Guard was up there also, keeping vigilant in the wake of the attack on the Imperial Senate. She allowed the cool morning breeze to massage her face, and ripple across the front of her Naval grey tunic, but was pre-occupied how best to get to Pantolomin. The place was only one system over, so getting transport there should not be too difficult, and news services that she had seen, when they had found a gap in their Senate coverage, had mentioned the blockade being lifted, so that visiting starships could land upon and leave the planet. She could perhaps lose herself on a larger transport? * * * * Senate Building Sensibly, Dak skirted the rubble-laden side of the partially destroyed structure, and headed round to the side that had the least damage, through the rounded sides were missing more than a few glased panes. Last time he had been here, touching down with the Inquisitor?s shuttle, so he in his groundspeeder, might not be so effective, or recognisable, and already, Frothy-plumed Blue Guards were unlimbering energy weapons from shoulder straps. The bounty hunter was feeling a bit daring as he leapt from his speeder, wanting to see how far this Inquisitorious authorisation took him; could he spout a line of guano, which, when paired with his new sponsorship, still afforded him entry? "Rick Deckard. Bladerunner. 4-65-64." He said to the first sentry, presenting his ID. "That?s not the name on here, Sir. Says, 'Dak Trooper'." "And what else does it say?" His raised eyebrows were lost under the TIE helmet. "OH!" Ah-ha! The guard saluted, and waved back his colleagues. "How can we assist the Inquisitorious, sir??"He handed back the ident chip. "Get me Corporal Billings. Urgent." "Right away, sir." During the short wait, Dak reflected that it wasn't the safest exercise in the world, but considering he was heading to another potential encounter with a jedi, an special-powered enemy of the Empire, it wasn't like his day would be massively improved by not taking the risk. "Oh great; you again." The weasel-faced non-com looked real delighted to see him. "After your last visit, Queen Amidala about threw her dolly out the pram." "Yeah, I came to return it. That, and I had a report that a jedi was seen coming through here." The Guard regarded the bounty hunter quizzically. ?Did I miss a repeal of Order 66?? "I'm serious!" Dak retorted sharply. "Fine, I'll call around, see if anyone has seen a jedi." Billings took out a small comlink, the same tone of dark blue as his armour and helm plumage. "Or," Dak interjected helpfully, "bits of Guard." He was thinking about lightsabres. Billings looked at him sharply, the look in his eyes, momentarily venomous. "Don't even joke about that; it?s been a bad day." "Oh, stang. Sorry." The clone was mortified. He hadn?t even thought; lots of the guards must have been caught up in the earlier attack. "I didn't think. Sorry." Billings activated his comlink, bringing it up to his thin lips. "This is Corporal Billings. Code Greel. We have a report of a jedi on the premises. Do not approach, but call me back with any sightings."He looked up into Dak’s emotionless black mask. “You taking this abo down yourself, or should I call in S.T.A.N.G.?” Bringing in the Special Tactics and ‘Nuff Guns elite of the Galactic City Police was the sensible option, but if he wanted the max bounty on this jedi... he would have to be licenced. And he wasn’t yet. He almost acquiesced to bringing in the police, right then, when he remembered that H was fully licenced. “I came in with a hoojib earlier, we’ll take him down together.” Billings chuckled. “Your funeral.” Tag: Open OOC: I will try to get up an addendum for H (the hoojib), tonight.