Corporate Espionage (Open)

[Desmond C'artyom]

Quendelton, Ringo Vinda...

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[SIZE=11pt]Desmond stared out of the apartment window at the bank below. He was half naked, but the shutters were semi closed so he wasn’t worried about being spotted. He held macrobinoculars to his eyes with one hand and a cigarra of spice in his other. The apartment was less than adequate, trash scattered everywhere, the furniture was rank, and to top it all off the ceiling looked as though it may collapse at any minute. The room was currently being lit by a shuttering light that flickered on and off constantly. Desmond cursed Imperial Intelligence for not affording him better accommodations, but he supposed it was probably the only thing overlooking the bank. So, he settled. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]But, he was not so sure his partner would be as reasonable… Desmond set the macrobinoculars down on the counter, taking another puff of his cigarra as he did so. He walked across the filthy floor to the lice ridden mattress and removed a briefcase from underneath it. He opened the case and inside was a black suit, a black tie, and a Verpine Shatter pistol. He set the cigarra on his night stand, and began to don the clothing. He stuck the small pistol within a jacket pocket and picked the cigarra out of the ash tray. The jacket was lined with Neuranium, so Desmond was not worried about sensors picking the weapon up. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]At the bottom of the case were two falsified identities and a pair of high level clearance badges for the bank below. Desmond grabbed his badge and hung it loosely around his neck. The identity datapad went into his trouser pocket. He closed the briefcase and awaited the knock on the door that would announce his partner had arrived. He hoped she wouldn't mind the smoke, he thought to himself as he took another drag of the spice... [/SIZE]

[member="Asheda Tyr"]

 

[Asheda Tyr]

The hotel was not a nice place, but she had experienced worse back in her old, 'occupation' and when attending certain meetings with clients. Still comapred to what she had become used to on Mustafar and at the Imperial palace this place really put her off. It was a good thing that she was just here to meet with a contact and not actually stay around. The hall wasy she was currently walking in looked like the back ally of some drug den, rubbish along the walls and ground, cracks dents, all sorts of thing that made the place look uninviting.

Soon Asheda reached the door, making sure no one was around before giving a few short knocks, in the predetermined code given to her by the Galactic Empire. It may have been odd to see a diplomat in this operation, but such an even would bring the First Order and Empire closer together on the political plane, a good card to have if war ever broke out again. She awaited the opening of the door, 'I have a feeling this will be fun'.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]Desmond heard a knock on the door as he finished his Cigarra. He looked into the shards of a shattered mirror and fixed his bow tie. He ran his hand through his hair and then made his way towards the door, briefcase in hand. As he opened the door he was slightly shocked to see a Torgruta of stunning nature. But, Desmond was quick to recover from his shock, he doubted the woman would even notice. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Should be more than fun if we play our cards right,” The Chiss said in his best impression of a Galactic Alliance citizen. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Devilish grin splayed across his face the Chiss grabbed hold of the Torgruta’s hand and attempted to guide her through the halls of the hotel. Whilst they walked through the empty halls he filled her in. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“You are a high ranking manager of the Inter Galactic Realty firm. I am your “bodyguard”,” The Chiss paused momentarily to hoist his brief case in the air than whispered “This contains your false identity and clearance badge,” He said as he handed the Torgruta the case. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]They would exit the hotel a block away from the bank, there they’d find a [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Queen Mason Airspeeder[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] parked. A luxury speeder, worthy of someone of Asheda’s supposed status. Desmond walked to the driver’s side and placed a palm to the door. The biometric lock came undone and both doors opened to allow admittance. Desmond took a seat at the wheel than patted the passenger seat [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Come in, I don’t bite,” He said merrily.[/SIZE]

[member="Asheda Tyr"]

 

[Asheda Tyr]

"Lets just hope we don't bite off more then we can chew", she allowed the Chiss to lead her away through the hall, mentally preparing herself for the upcoming operation, listening to the Chisses instruction as they went. "Playing the role of a important person, not much different from my regular job, seems like we make the perfect couple". Asheda opened the brief case and looked through the present documents, memorizing her fake name, profession, affiliation and other information, it may have been last second but she was good at remembering details.

Upon exiting the hotel she stood in awe at the speeder they were to use, very high class, "Imperial intelligence could afford us this, but set the staging room in that crummy hotel, I can see where most of their budget went"? She waited eagerly as the doors opened and the Chiss climbed in, despite her position in the First order, such well furnished transports were not something she had the chance of using on a regular basis.

"It is not the biting I am worried about, it your hands", Asheda quickly hopped in the expensive speeder, besides her new 'body guard', "To the bank driver, and be quick about it", trying her own version of a Coruscantian accent.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Ugohr Poof]

And so Ugohr would have to go all the way to Ringo Vinda from Malastare for something he feels could be done on holocomms because of that one project he has to head in the area, pertaining to Charros IV - apparently [member="Desmond C'artyom"] or the FOSB did the legwork and realized that the last sector manager whose jurisdiction extended over Ringo Vinda was, well, transferred to Lujo. So he was apparently informed that the person he has to report to, that is, whatever person the new sector manager was, operating under the fake identity [member="Asheda Tyr"] assumed. Which, unfortunately, he didn't know exactly who that was, just that the statement of scope of the next project said that the project was under that jurisdiction. Granted, the project hasn't started yet, so today the sector manager and the Gungan, who was officially an executive for special projects, was also taking a taxi to the Quendelton bank branch. On this desert planet, he couldn't help but notice that his skin is becoming much more scaly. Now that he is onboard the chaffeured luxury speeder...

"Where to, Gungan client?"

"Yousa will taken mesa to da IGR bank branch"