A song of steel, and a tiny phrik: Cira [Polis Massa]

[Cassus Akovin]

{Original Thread of Obtaining Sonsteel}

Polis Massa...

Triam Akovin was woken from a weak slumber as her ship chirped angrily at her, alerting her she was but moments from her destination. She was snoozing in her chair with her feet (bare) propped up on the dashboard. She promptly fell over with a tiny yelp. Her head popped back up to look at the map so she could remember where she was.

Perhaps her "weak" slumber was a bit of an exaggeration.

Polis Massa. If memory served correctly, she had two clients here that want her precious goods. 25 kilos of Songsteel, and 25 kilos of Phrik. Of course though, neither client wanted that much, and she was okay with this. One wanted 7 kilos Songsteel (a material that was useless to Triam, considering it was so difficult to smith) and the other wanted 5 kilos of each. That totaled up for her today as 470,000 credits. Hardly a fraction of the wealth she would gain from Popo. Still nice though.

She decided to meet them one at a time. She decided she'd meet the woman first, for no particular reason...

When off the ship and on the asteroid of the transaction location, Triam stuffed the 17 kilos of material in her pouch on her back. She made her way to the location the deal had specified where they would meet.

@[member="Cira"]

 

[Amadalia Vyrn]

@[member="Triam Akovin"]

The contact was indeed a woman, although no actual name had been disclosed, merely a password and point of contact.

The particular woman who would be waiting for @[member="Triam Akovin"] would be a rather statuesque blonde, clad in scarlet business attire that consisted of a sharp coat and pencil length skirt. Within her hand she held a datapad, along with a traceless encrypted datachip that would hold the exact amount of credits needed for this particular transaction.

She heard another approach, which prompted the blonde to turn her torso towards the sound from whence it came. A few moments passed, as she waited, until finally she spoke, "Welcome to Polis Massa."

 

[Cassus Akovin]

"Nice to meet you." Triam said through a masked face, the slit that allowed her vision showed the tiniest glint of her blue eyes making observations about the woman

Powerful. Was the first thought to race through her head. Her pistols rested at her thighs, concealed by a brown cloak she employed to hide her soft spots. Her first instinct was to arm herself, but knew better of it and controlled her impulse. Powerful also meant money, which was why she was here. There was no fear in the action, merely mental preparation, and bad habits. Something about the woman did through her off slightly though.

"Are you the client?" She asked simply, she pulled out a datapad of her own, but neglected to reveal the password to her just yet.

@[member="Amadalia Vyrn"]

 

[Amadalia Vyrn]

@[member="Triam Akovin"]

"For a Song of Steel?" came her counter, a faint smile lingering over her cherry lips. "Yes." she said in an affirmative.

"Do you have the product?" came her own follow up question, waiting to see the goods for confirmation. Within her fingers, the woman lightly began to play with the datachip, her fingers weaving it back and forth like a Hutt's peggat coin.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

@[member="Amadalia Vyrn"]

"Then I'll stop being such a tiny phrik." She flashed the password before stowing it away. She nodded her head, which signaled for the helmet to retract, revealing her own bob cut spiked golden locks. She reached pack into her back and snatch the container of Songsteel, and promptly hefted it into her hands. She smiled gingerly at the datachip.

"Thank you for doing business with Akovin Stock Co., that will be 210,000 credits." She held the container with one hand, while the other was opened for the exchange.

Something still wasn't right. She felt like she was being watched... the bad kind of watched... if ever there was a good kind. Perhaps her initial reaction for her pistol didn't resonate from the woman. Probably just nerves, and probably a fair amount of greediness at play. She had after all, spent her time to acquire this stuff, and credits though grand, were not of material value to her.

She'd get used to it.

 

[Amadalia Vyrn]

@[member="Triam Akovin"]

The sudden flipping of the datachip across her fingers came to a stop, the blonde palming the datachip as she gave a curt nod to the younger woman. Heels clicked a steady tattoo upon the ground as she drew closer, a critial eye inspecting the wares.

How interesting, that seven kilos of songsteel is contained within that container. A subtle smile danced at the corner of the blonde's mouth, and she gave a nod. Extending her hand she offered the datachip, while the other went to take the container of Songsteel from her.

"Two hundred and ten thousand credits," she repeated, confirming the price. "As agreed upon." she told her.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

@[member="Amadalia Vyrn"]

"Thanks a thousand. Pleasure doing business." She stated, though she was distracted. She nodded again which made her helmet swallow her face behind a shield of ultrachrome. This was done to hide her growing anxiety. Breaking down in front of a client was always a bad idea. She took a few steps backward, glanced at the datachip and pocketed it. She pointed at the woman.

"Don't be a stranger." She said before turning. But as she turned heel away from the client she couldn't control herself.

"Are you sure we were alone?"

Damn it! She thought immediately after. She decided it was only appropriate to face her now.

 

[Amadalia Vyrn]

@[member="Triam Akovin"]

The blonde had just finished inspecting the material and verifying it when the seller asked a lingering question. A single blond brow went arching high, and she gave a small blink. A courteous smile then came over her lips.

"There is no reason to suspect there is another here," she said simply, as she began to slip the songsteel into a reinforced cargo case at her side.

"There is no reason for there to be." She said, glancing at the spikey haired woman.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

"Yeah, yeah you're right. Sorry for that, guess I'm just a bit cautious that's all." She nodded finally and left the room with 210,000 credits she didn't have before.

She walked toward the cantina her next contact wanted to meet at, trying to shake the feeling she had. She didn't know what it was about, there was nothing threatening in the room, and they were the only ones at the exchange. It would be exceedingly difficult for someone to have intercepted any information pertaining to that woman, or the money that she had by an unknown source; and Triam wasn't that important a person to be targeted. She also wasn't a Jedi, with those hocus pocus "bad feelings about things".

Still though, she had to trust her instinct.

That's when it happened. The assassin squeezed three blaster shots into her chest. Luckily, she was armored, and the ultrachrome absorbed the impacts without effort. She was able to make out a form, and she didn't want to miss. She stretched and flexed her hand with her glove and five hooks sprung forth and made contact in many places around the shadow that she saw. A pained grunt was let out as at least one of them struck home. She flexed again, and the hooks electrified, tazering the poor sucker. She pulled her hand back and flexed one last time, and the hooks pulled back into her gauntlet. The shadow was dragged across the floor while the ones that struck the walls pulled a bit of ruble with them.

She picked the assassin up and saw that he was a lowlife that must have followed her.

"What the hell was that for?" She said angrily, though not yelling yet. The lowlife, in fear that a meat hook was still lodged in his chest with the potential of more electrocution... or worse, broke out in sobs.

"I just wanted your credits!" He breathed heavily. She shook her head and through him into the wall, and tazered him until he was unconscious. She left him where he was and continued on her day. Mission success.

@[member="Amadalia Vyrn"]

 

[Amadalia Vyrn]

@[member="Triam Akovin"]

With that, their transaction was over. There was an inkling that there was more to her words than would seemingly reveal, but it was clear that the younger woman was more than able to take care of herself.

Normally, she'd come to lend aid, however, there were some aspects in life, as she had learned the hard way, that one didn't interfere. Funny how things have changed, she mused to herself, before taking in hand the case with her shipment of songsteel.

This would come in handy for her next project.