Fabula Caromed
Belle of the Brawl
Taris, Coral Sunrise business district, Block 47-D
For what had to be the nth time in recent memory, Jatie Graad was wandering into a swap meet alone, armed with nothing more than the reputation of Mandalorians to keep herself from harm. For the nth time, her "partner" had brought along thugs for backup. The Duros she was interacting with had no less than four miscreants armed with simple blaster pistols and slug rifles spread around the warehouse room in easy view of the door and with easier access to cover. Each could easily kick over a crate or drop behind a rack of hanging bags if the blasterfire started, and the Duros himself stood very confidently and impeccably dressed in the center of the room.
Jatie was glad that she'd attached the helmet of her wine-red aliit'gam before she decided to open that door, and that she only needed one hand to handle the case of untracked datapads she'd lifted from her cousin's supply stores. Absolutely nothing would make her happier than for her not to have to use her free hand to pull out her Ripper and start blowing holes in a high-rise skyscraper. However, her track record for this kind of swap wasn't exactly the best.
Her boots clicked against the floor as she strolled rather confidently into the center of the room, though the helmet conveniently hid her expression as she did. She carefully checked the room round her both with her HUD and with her own senses, keeping tabs on every movement that those goons managed to wander themselves into. Her armor would hold up to basic slugthrower fire, but she didn't want to chance it. Naturally, she kept her helmet on, too, and simply used her external speaker to communicate. "Su cuy'gar, Rind Orm. With this much of a display, I really hope I don't have to question that you've brought what I asked for. Seems like a lot of credits to spend on a little exchange."
Rind Orm's blue-skinned and pressed-suit form dipped into a low bow, and he spoke with incredibly smooth Basic and Mando'a for a Duros. A hint of a Kuati accent? "Su cuy'gar, Jatie Graad. You have nothing to worry about. I honor my arrangements to the letter. These noble gentlemen are simply here for security purposes."
Jatie rested a hand on her hip in a display of disbelief, coughing out a laugh from behind her helmet. "I'd argue that, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." Not a single one of those "gentlemen" looked the least bit noble. One of them was picking his nose with a shiv and another had two womens' names tattooed onto his forearm and scratched out. The only benefit of the doubt she'd give them was that they'd be decent enough shots not to hit Orm when they started firing. "I'm afraid this can't go any further until I see your goods. I've got mine right here." Her hand idly lifted the case.
Rind Orm gave a single nod and turned his back to Jatie, leaving the men in the room confused and Jatie completely emotionless behind her helmet. He turned back around with his own case, very similar to hers. Silver. Nondescript. He opened it, revealing a very complicated-looking pistol carefully contained within. "One sonic disruptor pistol, creatively modified to your specifications." Creatively in this instance meant illegally.
Jatie nodded, lifted her case, and opened it as he had, careful to keep an eye out for treachery while her hands were both occupied. "One dozen unregistered, untracked datapads. Normally we save these for...special occasions. Here's hoping Uchta doesn't miss them."
The Duros smiled again, and closed his case in unison with Jatie's. "Very well. Shall we?"
@[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]
For what had to be the nth time in recent memory, Jatie Graad was wandering into a swap meet alone, armed with nothing more than the reputation of Mandalorians to keep herself from harm. For the nth time, her "partner" had brought along thugs for backup. The Duros she was interacting with had no less than four miscreants armed with simple blaster pistols and slug rifles spread around the warehouse room in easy view of the door and with easier access to cover. Each could easily kick over a crate or drop behind a rack of hanging bags if the blasterfire started, and the Duros himself stood very confidently and impeccably dressed in the center of the room.
Jatie was glad that she'd attached the helmet of her wine-red aliit'gam before she decided to open that door, and that she only needed one hand to handle the case of untracked datapads she'd lifted from her cousin's supply stores. Absolutely nothing would make her happier than for her not to have to use her free hand to pull out her Ripper and start blowing holes in a high-rise skyscraper. However, her track record for this kind of swap wasn't exactly the best.
Her boots clicked against the floor as she strolled rather confidently into the center of the room, though the helmet conveniently hid her expression as she did. She carefully checked the room round her both with her HUD and with her own senses, keeping tabs on every movement that those goons managed to wander themselves into. Her armor would hold up to basic slugthrower fire, but she didn't want to chance it. Naturally, she kept her helmet on, too, and simply used her external speaker to communicate. "Su cuy'gar, Rind Orm. With this much of a display, I really hope I don't have to question that you've brought what I asked for. Seems like a lot of credits to spend on a little exchange."
Rind Orm's blue-skinned and pressed-suit form dipped into a low bow, and he spoke with incredibly smooth Basic and Mando'a for a Duros. A hint of a Kuati accent? "Su cuy'gar, Jatie Graad. You have nothing to worry about. I honor my arrangements to the letter. These noble gentlemen are simply here for security purposes."
Jatie rested a hand on her hip in a display of disbelief, coughing out a laugh from behind her helmet. "I'd argue that, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." Not a single one of those "gentlemen" looked the least bit noble. One of them was picking his nose with a shiv and another had two womens' names tattooed onto his forearm and scratched out. The only benefit of the doubt she'd give them was that they'd be decent enough shots not to hit Orm when they started firing. "I'm afraid this can't go any further until I see your goods. I've got mine right here." Her hand idly lifted the case.
Rind Orm gave a single nod and turned his back to Jatie, leaving the men in the room confused and Jatie completely emotionless behind her helmet. He turned back around with his own case, very similar to hers. Silver. Nondescript. He opened it, revealing a very complicated-looking pistol carefully contained within. "One sonic disruptor pistol, creatively modified to your specifications." Creatively in this instance meant illegally.
Jatie nodded, lifted her case, and opened it as he had, careful to keep an eye out for treachery while her hands were both occupied. "One dozen unregistered, untracked datapads. Normally we save these for...special occasions. Here's hoping Uchta doesn't miss them."
The Duros smiled again, and closed his case in unison with Jatie's. "Very well. Shall we?"
@[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]
