Public Coruscant Capers

[Sabetha]

"Sab?"

"Yeah?"

"What're you doing?"

Sabetha looked up from her datapad, staring Ryll down as best she could. He couldn't help being such a wet blanket, but she didn't have to like it. The Rodian's huge eyes stared back, trying to beat her into submission through sheer feebleness. She wouldn't let him.

"Oh y'know, just baking a cake."

"Wait, really?"

"No, genius, the hell d'you think I'm doing?" she yelled, resisting the urge to smack him. Why was he coming to cause a scene now of all times? They were stood at the side of the busiest walkway on the level. It was far enough down to limit the amount of security activity... but far enough up to still have some non-criminal reasons to visit. Sprenwoow had promised her that this store in particular was filled with stuff to steal. Enough for a hundred paydays, young Red, he'd told her. He was probably drunk outta his tiny Ithorian mind when he said it though.

"Are you sure you can-" Ryll started to ask, before Sab glared at him.

"I can get in anywhere," she snarled, nodding to the main street, "You stand watch. And try not to pee your pants." With that, she returned to the datapad, tapping along to run the rest of her code. A couple of wires, jury-rigged to the store's shutters, fizzed in reaction.

Just a couple more minutes 'til payday.

OOC: Character introduction. Come thwart a devilish crime... or not. Let's have fun.

 

[BB-G4]

Too deep for the undercity police to properly conduct law and order. But not deep enough for a freelancer like BB-G4 to fill in the gaps some. The rugged astromech droid rolled around the shop’s back rooms. Having been hired for a temporary gig to fill in as after hour security, since the primary security guard was away on holiday.

After some time though he figured it was safe to sentry in the corner of the main room and power down some. Passively on standby for any suspicious activity. A little while after something did happen. The shutters seemed a little off. The duteous little droid didn’t see anyone yet though.

Coming out of their mild slumber G4 rolled back further into the store. So as if someone intruded on the property he could likely quickly spring into action and catch any would be thieves off guard and at a possible disadvantage.

Sabetha

 

[Toby Russen]

Coruscant
Tags: Sabetha, BB-G4 ​

"Don't worry Mum. I'll be home before supper. Love you too."

Mr. Nine shoved his holocommunicator into his right pocket, his attention fixed on a box he had clutched in his other hand. He looked at it giddily, like a child who had just received an unhealthy amount of sugar.

"Alright," Nine began with a toothy grin, "Let's take a look at ya."

Mr. Nine opened the case, revealing a plain looking knife. Of course, Nine knew better than to assume such a thing. This knife was special. Some might even say explosive. Had it been worth dueling five arms dealers for the thing? You bet your ass it was. The Umbaran was growing ever closer to being able to cross "killing a monster with an exploding knife" off his bucket list, right up there with the likes of "backflip through an explosion" and "beat a Wookie at Dejarik." Nine was an thrill seeker, after all. He had his priorities, albeit oddly specific.

"Blimey," he muttered, "I'm glad I nicked you. We're gonna have a blast, you and I..."

Mr. Nine paused. A strange feeling had washed over him, one he couldn't explain. Of course, he had felt this before. It happened whenever he met some strange individual or found himself in particular situations. Lady Luck was at it again, whispering in the sharpshooter's ear. Sure enough, off in the distance, the Umbaran could make out a red-haired girl and a Rodian. Nine knew a heist when he saw one. He had been in many, after all. The Rodian seemed to be getting cold feet, but the red head clearly had her head in it. From the datapad alone, Nine figured she was a slicer of some kind.

"What have we here?" Nine mused to himself. "Looks like I'm not going home just yet."

 

[Sabetha]

Ryll paced around, peeking nervously at everyone and everything nearby. The way he was awkwardly staring at them was inviting more attention than it should've done. You didn't need to be a cop or in security to see that he looked very in over his head. Sab just peered out from her datapad, shaking her head some more. How he'd ever managed to survive down there for this long, she'd never figure out.

What she could figure out was this third-rate, ramshackle circuitry pattern that made up the shutter work. Whoever owned this place hadn't updated their security in years and they were gonna pay the price for it. The grid downloaded onto her datapad and she just tapped a couple of places, sending a couple of jolts of carefully chosen voltages to the grid and...

Crrreeeeeeeaaaakkk

Something fizzed in the nearby box as the shutters rolled up, opening up the store to everyone. And by everyone, she meant herself first. Stepping towards the entrance, she froze just before heading inside to stare at the goods hidden inside. Boxes and boxes and boxes of datapads and communicators, all looking fairly new. That, or the owner'd bought them off a tech syndicate. Either coulda been true on this level.

"Guess Spren's not a total liar then," Sab whispered to herself, smiling as she was already pricing up what she was about to steal. "Pst. Ryll! C'mere!" she called out, nodding towards the store. "Get your butt in there and start hauling boxes. See how many we can get before someone notices."

"What... me?"

"No, the other Ryll I'm looking at right now. Yes, you!" Sab hissed, looking around. "Get in there and start moving, or else I'm cutting you out of the haul."

Looking dejected, poor Ryll stepped inside the darkened store to reach out and grab one of the boxes, as Sabetha knelt down to detach her ramshackle bypass kit away. Had to look after your own kit first, obviously.

BB-G4 Toby Russen

 

[Aaran Tafo]

How long had it been since he'd been on Coruscant? It would have been a few years at least since he decided to depart and wander the outer reaches of the Galaxy, places where the Jedi Orders held less prominence, lending aid to those who needed it most, for those who would fall beneath the cracks of the more benevolent powers of the galaxy.

Hell, as dark as the New Imperial Order, now rechristened simply as The Empire was getting, they still took care of their citizens. But there were many worlds that needed aid, and so he needed to lend aid where he could and inspire others to do the same, culminating in a domino effect of compassion that aided many others.

Coruscant however was a different beast. Aaran imagined that it was down to a simple issue of population density. Coruscant was the most densely populated planet in the galaxy, and while the benefits of the comparatively liberal Galactic Alliance was that people were free to make their own destiny, it also meant that many could fall through the cracks.

He could do what Dagon does, spend time cracking down on gangs and criminals. But that was merely treating a symptom, not the disease itself. For every criminal he reported to the local constabulary, three more would pop up. And each of them in turn people turning to crime out of desperation. Criminal acts simply being a side-effect of an imperfect society.

Granted, no society was perfect, and that mostly boiled down to people not being perfect and the fact that perfection was more an ideal than anything objectively possible. But so long as people kept trying to be better, Aaran would keep faith with them and lend aid where he could.

Lending aid like what he was doing right now, observing a crime in progress but being oddly silent about it. He could get in contact with the local authorities. Report this and move on, but such an act would ultimately solve nothing. All it would do was throw some people in prison where any resentment they held towards society would grow and they'd miss out on opportunities to improve themselves.

So the Jedi pondered for a moment on the correct course of action. Before deciding that as usual, the best action was to be direct, no need to worry about what could be. He did usually handle things best when he got his hands dirty.

So striding out of the crowd, a figure clad in the leather jacket of the New Jedi Order, wraparound sunglasses obscuring their eyes, dark hair tied back in a ponytail moved with grace that seemed almost eerie on a figure so large. Moving with utter silence to crouch next to Sabetha as she worked on detaching her gear while her compatriot began the looting process.

"Need a hand?" He offered, his tone rather friendly as he smiled pleasantly at her. As if she was having trouble carrying groceries and not committing larceny.

BB-G4 Toby Russen