A day in the slums. [Krest]

[Vykon Halke]

Vykon stepped off the ship with four heavily armed guards. This place was disgusting, like all Hutt worlds. He walked out of the hanger. All of his guard carried briefcases, rifles strapped to their backs, and wearing armor underneath their disguises. One of the briefcases had a large sum of money, all had top of the line locks. Not even the guards knew which case had the ingots. They exited the hanger walking out into the filthy streets. He looked around in disguist before heading north.

Vykon glanced around nervously. He hated crowds. He saw the cantina ahead to the right. Approaching it, he swiftly crossed the street entering. He had made arrangments for the mercenary to meet him inside. He sat down in a booth in the corner to wait. He noticed the guards moving in. One sat a couple booths behind him, a couple others at a table across the room and one at the bar. Vykon held his concealed pistol in hand as he waited anxiously.

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest leaned on the bar, drinking idly from a glass. He was alone by the looks of it, wearing what could be passed off as basic merc garb. The occasional metal plating, dark colors. Dues remained on his side, flanked by a pistol. He was here waiting for a contact. A person who was to pay him. He idly sipped at his glass before he noticed the man. @[member="Vykon Halke"] stood out like a sore thumb here in the cantina. He let the man find his seat and sit for a while before finally moving over.

The Zabrak plopped down opposite of Vykon, his hands empty now that he's abandoned his drink. There he rested his elbows on the wooden surface of the table, clasping his hands together. He spoke in a calm tone, neither pressuring or annoyed.

"You took your time getting here. But that cannot be helped. What is it you need of me?" His blue gaze kept on the Representative, cold and serious. He doubted this would be a protection job.

 

[Vykon Halke]

"I'm planning something huge, I'll need aid and I'm willing to pay handsomely for it. I need capable mercenaries who are up to the challenge." Vykon replied. He was unwilling to play all of his cards yet. He needed to be able to trust this man first. Going around telling everyone that you were planning to commit treason wasn't necessarily the wisest thing, especially when dealing with mercenary scum.

Vykon glanced around the room, confirming that his guards were still there. He didn't linger on them though, afraid he might give them away. He turned back to the zabrak, sliding his pistol inside his cloak for now. The odds of him defeating the zabrak were slim at this range. He felt insecure here, but he did hold leverage. Nobody was getting paid if he was dead. He ran his finger along the rough edge of the table, he despised this place.

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest watched @[member="Vykon Halke"] closely, a frown on his face. So the man was trying to do something big. And needed mercs, no capable mercs to do it. He slide back in his seat, moving his hands behind his head. He suspected there were guards in the room. There was no way a man of this stature would come to a place like this without them. As to where they were.. The Zabrak had no idea. Hopefully though he wouldn't need to see them.

He sat there for a moment or two, going over his options in his head. Who ever this man was, 'something huge' might as well be world shaking. But he was being vague, hiding. Krest couldn't get a job done with vagueness.

"Alright. What is it you need me to do then? I don't exactly have all day to listen to you beating around the bush."

 

[Vykon Halke]

Vykon set a device onto the table. He pressed the button. The faces of three people appeared, two jedi and a politician. Beneath the faces, a list of details appeared, it read:

Carn Dista --- Antares Windu --- Yusan Fenn
Master of the --- Jedi Knight ------ Vice Chair of the
Jedi Order ----------------------Supreme Chancellor
20 million ----- 2 million ------------ 5 million​

It was a list of bounties. That was all Vykon was willing to tell at this time. There was no reason to tell him anything he didn't have to know. "They can be dead or alive. Any details can be worked out, once you have agreed to aid me. I trust that you are a capable assassin. But regardless, all payments are delivered upon capture and delivery or proof of death. I'll even throw in a bonus million if they're alive." He took his pistol into hand, prepared to kill the man if there were any problems. Any.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest nodded his head slow. So @[member="Vykon Halke"] was after a power play in the Republic. He tilted his head back, pondering. At this point not taking the offer would prove bad for him, and he had never met any of these particular Jedi. Carn Dista stood out the most though. Jedi Master, 20 mil. Good hefty payment. Then there was a Jedi Knight. He seemed way out of place with the other two targets.

"Very well. I'll see which of them I can get alive. Though tell me, why is the Knight in there? He seems.. Under classed by the other targets."

@[member="Vykon Halke"]

 

[Vykon Halke]

"Because he needs to be taught a lesson. And another thing, 500k additional credits for each jedi or senator killed. Provided that they are not allied myself." Vykon wanted everyone dead he could possibly get, of course he had his specific targets. Anyone who was not with him would die. He would make sure of it. He kept the pistol in hand, just in case.

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest held up his hands, smirking. This guy was on a personal vendetta, but it wasn't the Zabrak's style. "Wo wo man. My methods aren't busting into the Jedi Temple or something and burning the whole thing down to get your targets. Don't expect any extra senators or Jedi to be killed, at least by me." He smiled disarmingly. He'd do the job for @[member="Vykon Halke"], but he wouldn't kill anyone. He wouldn't have to.

 

[Vykon Halke]

"Of course. But you always have the option." Vykon replied. So it seemed he had gotten another mercenary on board. The Rebellion was taking off and with some well timed assassinations and attacks. They could bring the Republic to it's knees.

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"I'll start with the VC. Got any information on him for me? Wives, kids, guards, favorite animal?" Any information would help the Zabrak complete his contract. What ever would make it easier would certianly be worth his while. He watched @[member="Vykon Halke"], a frown on his face. Man this guy was weird.

 

[Vykon Halke]

"One person: Carliah Dakrone. Unfortunately not much is known about her, but I would expect to find her around him. Perhaps a hostage situation could work." Vykon's spies hadn't gotten much info on the vice chair's personal life and what little they had was about her. They were thought to be 'close'.

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest nodded slowly, standing up. "Alright, that works for me." The Zabrak stretches out before holding out a hand to @[member="Vykon Halke"]. "You have yourself a merc."

 

[Vykon Halke]

Vykon tucked the pistol into his cloak, then stood. He stood up, only too eager to get out of this place. He shook the Zabrak's hand. "I'm glad we could do business." He handed the zabrak a card containing his contact information to collect the payment or whatever the need be.

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest took the card, already moving back to the drink he had left behind. This was going to be an interesting week.

@[member="Vykon Halke"]

 

[Vykon Halke]

Vykon left the cantina, headed back to the spaceport to get his ship and get off this rock as fast as possible. He only hoped the mercenary could follow through.

@[member="Krest"]