Crime and Piracy

[ToKola Bakari]

Location: Toydaria​

Time: Late Night​

Tags: [member="Andrai Willows"]​

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Toydaria. A world that sat on the edge of Hutt space but remained independent from the criminal law of the Hutt Cartel. It was the perfect staging world for a strike against the Hutts. Those fat slugs had taken everything from Marcellus, now it was his time to return the favor. The Toydarians had allowed him to use their world for his own means on two conditions. The first was the Hutt Cartel would not learn of their involvement and the second was they received a small "gratuity" for their trouble. A simple bargain, but one that would not strike back on either party. Especially if this pirate was capable of pulling off the heist.

"Hey Boss." A deep voice called out to Marcellus, pulling his mind from their next move. He looked over his shoulder to see Darow, a rather puny Besalisk who had been with Marc's gang since before the Thyrsian had been imprisoned by the Hutts. Even with no humans near him to be compared to, he was still obviously a runt of a Besalisk. He was even shorter than Marcellus, who had gone through a rather unconventional growth spurt in the last few months. "What?" Marcellus called out, his brown eyes closing in on the man with a subtle glare.

"We uh- we were wonderin'. Why didn't we just do this job ourselves?" The Besalisk had a shaky voice but it was obvious his curiosity had beaten out his fear of pissing Marcellus off.

"Didn't wanna use the manpower." Marcellus said, curtly. He had a small twig pressed between his lips but spit it out when Darow looked like he was going to ask another question.

"Look. This hit ain't about makin' money. It's about hittin' the Hutt's where it hurts. Their wallets." Marcellus looked to the trees that surrounded him. His starship, as well as the rest of his gang, were tucked beneath the cover of the foliage. Marcellus and Darow were the only ones who stood in the clearing, waiting for their guests to arrive.

"Uhm-" Darow began, but was quickly cut off by Marcellus.

"You ask a silly ass question and I'll break your neck." He warned. Darow's lips parted but Marcellus never heard a word. Instead the Besalisk just leaned against the large rock, not tempting Marcellus' anger a second time.

 

[Andrai Willows]

The heist had gone off rather thinly. Her crew had just barely listened to her for this particular job. They'd been uncomfortable going against the Hutts knowing damn well what would happen should they get caught but Andrai would have none of their complaining. This was a good deal and right now something they needed. The ship was falling apart almost more than her crew seemed to be.

Supplies and resources had been quite limited for a while now but if with them pulling this off it should suffice for a good head start in the work that needed to be done. The poor engine could use some TLC from it's owner and she wasn't one to fly around with a subpar ship. There were whispers of mutiny and she'd had to deal with a few savories before this heist. Weeding out the weak had left her with no more than 6 men.

They'd made it, though and hopefully this [member="Marcellus Decker"] would keep to his bargain. Her would be first mate wasn't one to bring her any job and she hoped this would pan out. If there was another fight to happen and a quick getaway Andy wasn't sure all of them would get away.

The dark haired woman thought it fitting that this be the time she came to meet her employer. Nodding toward the Besalisks.

"Let Marcellus know he has company."

Currently the cloak hung low over her feminine features to hide them, not wanting to deal with leering quite yet and these people hadn't quite gained her trust just yet. As she shifted to rest a hand on a hip the cloak would part to show the skin tight black leather pants and corsetted top. A slender digit running her fingertip over the smooth hilt of the blade that was strapped to her right thigh. Pale green hues making a note of those around her from the shadows of her hood.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Darow had been the first one to greet [member="Andrai Willows"] when her ship landed and she made her way to the group. He eyed her closely, making sure she was the exact woman who had been hired for the job. It was not unlike the Hutt's to send a changeling assassin to take down their enemies. As Darow was a rather keen eye he could discern an amateur imposter fairly well. Once he was sure the woman was who she claimed to be he would call out one single word.

"Boss."

Not so much as hiding from the woman as he had been taking a leak, Marcellus came from behind the boulder with a shallow smirk on his face. Loud, paced, claps echoed out from the palms of his hand. He was a tall man with an exceptional build. Each piece of fabric hugged his body as if he was threatening to burst out from it. In reality this was not something he had done on purpose. After being steered to the Dathomiri witches for their magicks he had grown a great deal and had not had the time to get new clothes since the transformation. His hair was in a matted mess of braids that were slung to one side, and it was easy to notice the Vibrospear strapped to his back.

"Well, well. The pirate can do her job." He spoke with a rather expectant tone yet there was something about the man that demanded attention. The way he had an almost soul-catching gaze or the faintest hue of jade that attempted to shine through his dark brown eyes. Every so often they would flash into a pure green before resting in their normal color.

He leaned back against the rock, sucking on his teeth as he glanced around. "Where's my spice?" He demanded, arching a brow at the woman. If she had made it back here in one piece it could only mean they were successful. In the trees around them the members of the Marc's Boys seemed to stand by impatiently as if their very presence here was a pain. Though many of the gang members would flash the woman lustful or lecherous looks. A few let out stray whistles or calls but Marcellus would give them a bored glance and soon they would be silent once again. "Well, where is it?" He asked, before approaching the woman with a certain swagger. He stood only a few inches from her before his tone lowered. "I don't ever ask a third time." His eyes scanned her form while also measuring her up.

 

[Andrai Willows]

As Darow spoke up she'd let her gaze leave him to settle on the man peeing behind a rock not far from where she was. Hands moving up to push the hood of her cloak back to reveal her face. Pale eyes unwavering as they took the tall man in. It had to be a handsome man. Of course it had to be and the expression on his face was one of confidence. Damn her weakness for the male gender.

Her gaze would remain locked and though she caught the jade glow of his eyes she was sure he'd notice she wasn't one that was easily shook when it came to taunting.

"And the Crime Lord has no manners, Andrai Willows. I may be a pirate but that is not my name-"

She'd pause at the whistles, her hues narrowing slightly while her fingers wrapped around the end of the hilt it had settled on.

"-Tell your men to show me some respect and I'll have the boys bring it down. I assure you a third time will not be needed but I won't hand over the goods to some whistling baboons who couldn't get the job done themselves."

There was a soft hiss in her tone as she'd finished her comment. Making it even more obvious, if it wasn't already, that she wasn't about to be toyed with or gawked at by a few hounds. And though her words had bite those eyes of hers drank him in even more when he closed the distance between them. She stood tall and straight, poised for a next move. Whatever that may be.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

It quickly became apparent the woman before him was no fool. She had some fire about her that Marcellus could appreciate. When the problem turned to his own men he had quickly silenced them as they were starting to agitate him as much as anyone else. "Darow. Go tell them the next man to open his mouth will leave this planet missing an essential piece of the male anatomy." The Besalik's reptilian form cringed softly at hearing the tone that his boss used. Marcellus didn't like it when things didn't go as planned, even if that meant a certain mood. The alien bowed his head before rushing over to the tree line. Marcellus turned his gaze back to the pirate as his men noticeably tensed up and the receipt of his order. "You're a fine little thing. Ain't you a little too cute to be knocking over Hutt freighters?" He asked, slowly stepping past the woman and strolling around her.

As his eyes peered down at her again, focusing, they would flash that shade of green once again before quickly turning back. He walked back over to the boulder he had been leaning on and placed himself once again. "You took all that spice with that small ass team right? Not bad, you must be a decent Captain."

"'Course....you would never have gotten past their fighter escorts and security measures without the codes I lifted." He noted, not wanting her to think her skills were all that impressive. "Maybe I'll use you for another job. Hell, once I take down the Hutt's I could use someone to keep my shipments safe." He smirked. A remark like taking down the Hutt's was something most people would say in a joke or even something that would be laughed at, but the way Marcellus said it was as if it was a fact that had already been assured.

"Andrai. I'll remember your name." He assured her.

[member="Andrai Willows"]

 

[Andrai Willows]

Pale gaze sparkled a bit mischievously as she heard the threat the Besalik was to hand out, pausing him for a second to finish it.

"By yours truly."

With that she'd wave her fingers as if to wave him away before settling on her employer once again, gaze staying ahead while he began to move around her, responding to his compliment.

"Almost as cute as you are too big for those clothes. Though I have to admit... It doesn't hurt the eyes."

A corner of her full lips pulled up into a crooked grin, glancing over her shoulder toward him until he moved back to his boulder.

"Six men. And true. Without those codes it would have been much harder, but the job still would have been done."

With that she looked toward the treeline beyond where the Crimelord's men were and whistled. Three of the six men huffing as they brought the shipment down from the ship. The heist was better than Marcellus anticipated. It'd been a damn lucky break but there was far more spice than he had given her information of.

"I'm sure you will."

The men would then step away but stay within sight. All looking worse for wear from hunger and exhaustion, shifting a bit on their feet. She didn't doubt Marcellus wanted to take the Hutt down and she'd already figured out this was one of the best ways to hit them where it hurt. The money hungry overgrown slugs cared only for profit.

"You got a place the boys can rest up and eat somethin'? Been a bit for 'em."

After asking this she brought a hand up to unfasten her cloak, the taller bald man stepped forward and took her cloak. Clearly being her first mate, Jonathon whom had made the deal in the first place. She gave him a nod of thanks, showing she wasn't without manners as he took it and stepped back to where he'd been. Revealing her outfit and testing to see just how well her employer's men listened. Her hourglass frame accentuated by the white chemise beneath the black corset top and leather pants. Black boots hugging her calves up to just below her knees. Her actions showing that if they had a place to settle down for a moment or not Andrai planned to find somewhere. Even if it was that accursed boulder.

[member="Marcellus Decker"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Six men. For them to knock over a Hutt freighter with such few numbers showed their skill if nothing else. When she spoke of his clothes he chuckled a bit before shrugging while leaning against the boulder. "Let's say I had a growth spurt." He said, before glancing over to his men. The lot had certainly settled down yet they kept their eyes peeled on the display before them. Most of his gang were human yet their was a large number of Twi'leks and Trandoshans among them.

The spice was brought before Marcellus and his eyes remained locked on the boxes. "Spice." He regarded, making his way over to the large crates. He kicked the top of one crate and examined its contents with a wry smirk. "That's it. All in all, probably about....Five-hundred Mil. Since it's lifted from the Hutt's it will only fetch about three hundred mil total." He explained. "Steal from the Hutt's and no one pays you street value. But with this much....doesn't even matter."

Andrai spoke of her men having somewhere to rest and then Marcellus took a step back, rubbing a hand on his chin. "Uh....Nah." He shook his head, scoffing. "Man, ya'll pirates ain't too bright, huh?"

A loud whistle echoed from Marcellus' lips as his men drew their blasters, finally emerging from their place in the forest. All in all there were about twenty members of Marc's gang who slowly encircled Andrai and her men. "So....why should I pay you again? Better convince me, sweetheart." He said, crossing his arms and holding his chin up in a motion of superiority.

[member="Andrai Willows"]

 

[Andrai Willows]

Her hand settled back on the hilt of her blade as her eyes flashed a dangerous green. Her nonchalant expression giving way to the tense annoyance she'd been feeling edging at her. Nodding her head to her men as they backed away from her a little bit more.

Andrai knew when she had no way out and at this moment was positive she'd no doubt be overrun and they'd have her way. Sure she could fight off quite a few but in the end she wouldn't win. That wasn't how she played the game. Either she won or she didn't play at all.

"Oh we're far more bright than you give us credit for, handsome. If only your brains were as pretty as your face. You didn't really think I'd have them bring it all here, did you?"

Gazing around briefly to see the men closing in and stepped up toward Marc, her voice growing a little bit softer as she let her eyes drink all of his muscles in slowly. Fingers sliding down the laces of her corset covered abs.

"Tell me, crime lord... Did everything get a growth spurt?"

A dark slender brow perked as she closed the gap between them, quietly counting in her head and watching him to see if he would take the bait. If he didn't she had a plan B though it wasn't the greatest.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

As the woman spoke Marcellus' hand dipped into his pocket. He arched a brow at the woman before holding a hand up to his men. "Hey. Sit." He ordered, commanding them to stop their advance. As she approached him he smirked while tilting his head at the woman. "Not that it was needed. So where is the rest of my spice? Tell you what. You tell me where it is and I might let ya'll go."

The members of Marcellus gang would approach Andrai's pirates, keeping their blasters aimed at the weary men. They had been through hell and back and now were faced off against Marc's gang members. They were not soldiers, far from it, but most knew their way around a blaster pistol. Marcellus didn't seem as interested in the others as he was the woman before him. He took in the sight of her and each curve that accentuated her body. When she approached he would move to meet him, pressing a hand to her waist once the distance between them was closed.

His eyes roamed over the woman while he leaned forward, speaking softly. "So where's the spice."

[member="Andrai Willows"]

 

[Andrai Willows]

She smirked as his men listened as though they were dogs. Eyes studying Marcellus', knowing for sure that he was full of it.

"Mm sorry to say but your credit is lacking just a little."

One of her hands comes up to run her fingertips along his jawline as they were now close and touching. Eyes shifting to look over her shoulder to the men before going back to Marc.

"I know damn well you're not going to let us all go. Let them go and I'll stay. They're going to have to leave to get it, anyway. And if they leave me stranded we're both out. Then we'll figure the rest out."

Leaning in toward him more so that their lips grazed against one anothers.

"Only they know where it is."

 

[ToKola Bakari]

It felt like Marcellus had gotten lost in the eyes of the woman before him. It was brief, and certainly something that could be missed, yet he let a small smile flash over his face. She could bargain her way out of a bad situation, at least, and she was smart enough to have a backup plan in case things went south. The Thyrsian glanced up from her to look at the expectant faces of his own gang. He cleared his throat before wrapping an arm around the woman possessively pulling her in to his hip while his voice called out to his men.

"You got two hours. If my spice isn't back here by then...." He looked down to the woman he was taking hostage and smiled. "I'll run my spear through her throat." The way he declared the threat was different than most, it was quite obvious that this was nothing more than a business deal, one he would see to the end one way or another. "Darow." Marcellus called out, searching the small crowd for the Besalisk.

Darow had been tucked away, out of sight behind a few larger members of the gang, yet his deep echo of a voice could still be heard. "Boss?" He asked, pushing his way to the front of the crowd.

"We got a guest man. Make somethin' to eat." Darow had been a personal chef for the Hutt Cartel before his own excursion. As far as Marc's Boys went he was the best cook among them. Of course Marcellus had a particular pallet that only made Darow receive a whole other level of rage. The Besalisk nodded and turned back into the crowd before his steps faltered. "Uhm, Boss I....I didn't bring anything to eat."

Marcellus nodded in mock understanding before he had a questioning gaze on his face. "Did I ask you that? I'm hungry, figure it out." The Besalisk knew better than to contradict his boss and turned back into the crowd. The Crime Lord's eyes fell on the group of pirates that were likely standing in awe of the recent events. "One hour, fifty-five minutes now. Man I hope that spice isn't too far away." He muttered, "For your sake." To Andrai as his hand patted her waist firmly. "Get lost!" He yelled, before turning back to the bolder and scratching into the mess of braids that sat on his head.

[member="Andrai Willows"]

 

[Andrai Willows]

Her eyes studied Marc's, a sparkle hidden within the pale green that showed the excitement in all of this. It'd been a while since she'd felt the rush of a good deal gone south... Not to mention a fellow play mate when it came to threat banter. The corner of her lips perking once again at the comment of his spear through her throat, more than likely thinking of something completely different than her life on the line.

The weary men stared for a moment at Andrai, waiting for her response as if she would have some other sort of plan hidden under that corset somewhere. But when they got nothing they simply nodded and moved back to the ship. It took an extra few moments to get the ship off the ground and back off into space.

Andy's eyes leaving her captor's to watch it take off, a flash of longing in her gaze before they steeled over again and settled back down to the here and now.

"Oh I'm sure I could get that spear of yours but it's not the one you're thinking of. Though I doubt that would be much of a challenge, either. Now... Are we attached at the hip or am I allowed to wander?"

She would have let her sharp tongue rest, though once he started scratching at the braids on his head a laugh couldn't be stopped from escaping into the air.

"Almighty Lord, you wouldn't happen to have bugs, now would you?"

She'd hoped he would be annoyed with her mouth enough to want a break. Then she could start devising the next course of action. At this point everything was being done on the fly. The uncertainty felt amazing.

[member="Marcellus Decker"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Marcellus watched as Andrai's pirates moved back to their ship, with an uncertain pace that only caused the dark skinned man to smirk at them. He glanced down to the woman who had been under his arm and arched a brow at her. "You know, they could bring the spice back in time and I still may kill you?" He didn't bother responding to her first comment as it honestly had no relevance in his mind, yet when she made her joke he snorted, pulling at the braids on his head. "Havn't been redone in a while, tend to itch when that happens." He said, before jumping up and sitting on the large rock formation.

All of his men seemed....unsure and merely watched the two with a scattered mix of curiosity and interest. "Scatter." He called out with a deeply rooted authority. Immediately the men cut their eye contact with his eyes or Andrai's backside and did just as he asked.

"Like I was sayin'..." He said, his eyes lingering on the men surrounding them until they finally died off into smaller groups, some heading into the woods. "Why should I keep you alive?" He asked, curiously tilting his head to the side while he peered down at the woman. "I mean, you did a good job, don't get me wrong. But you ain't nothin' special, sweetheart."

Marcellus could feel a cold sweat building up on the back of his neck. His eyes danced over to the containers of spice that were being hauled off by his men. He could really have used some to even out, but he never did when he was on business. "Better have something to offer. Something....substantial." He said, smiling smugly.

[member="Andrai Willows"]

 

[Andrai Willows]

Arms crossed beneath her full breasts as his men scattered, watching them move off with nothing more then a single word from him. He was obviously a force to be reckoned with but it didn't seem to phase Andrai. When he spoke she nodded her head.

"Oh I know you could try. You seem to think this is the first time someone's decided to take me hostage on a deal gone south or to try and get an upper hand... Is the ever faithful Darow not skilled with his hands?"

The question was directed toward his braids getting done and said with a grin. Her attentions fell back on the man, she could see the way his eyes watched the men carry away the oh so previous cargo. She knew that look, having seen it many times before. When you worked in the line she did it was a sight far too often and obvious.

"Oh I am very special, handsome. You already know it. Doesn't matter if you openly admit it or not."

She leaned her back against the boulder, resting her tired form. It'd been a long haul and if she was going to get out of this alive she'd need to conserve at least some of her energy. Besides, there was no use just standing like an idiot while they talked.

"I've a few things to offer. Though, it seems the only substantial thing you're looking for is being hauled off by your men or gathered by mine. So, crime lord, what is it you want from me besides my blood spilled?"

She'd shift only enough to let her eyes gaze up at him as he sat on his perch, curious of his response.

"A less itchy scalp?"

 

[ToKola Bakari]

"Your sure quick with your mouth." Was the first thing Marcellus said in response to the woman. She was a pirate, so it was to be expected, they were generally an unruly and tactless lot to begin with. Not that Marcellus had any sense of tact himself, his Thyrsian blood ran as hot as oil some days. When it became obvious Andrai had seen him eyeing the crates of spice he let out a shallow scoff. "Yea, maybe later." He didn't hide the fact he used spice, what point was there in such a useless lie? Marcellus had spent years in a Hutt spice mine and during that time developed a bad addiction to spice. The only thing he loved more than to lose himself in a vial of spice was money, money and revenge.

"Yea, you're not gonna let the scalp thing go, are you?" He arched a brow down at the woman before pressing his legs against the boulder. Kicking himself off, he landed down in front of Andrai and turned, pressing her against the rocky wall behind her.

"Pirate. Lame ass profession if you ask me. Run around stealing stuff for the rest of your life? Too much hassle. I prefer to make money that makes money. When I worked for the Hutt's I learned how to make one credit into an endless stream of cash." He smirked at the thought before his hand fell on the woman's shoulder, pushing her back into the wall. "Tell you what, why don't you give up the pirate stuff and come work for me?" He asked, an amused tone in his voice.

[member="Andrai Willows"]

 

[Andrai Willows]

Those eyes sparkled again at his words, though her brow perked again when he admitted to his addiction. Now that was something new. Most didn't really admit to it, especially when in a place of presumed power like he was.

"Would you if you had some big, bad hulk talking all threatening and then randomly itch his head? You going-"

Her words were cut short as he was suddenly in front and against her. The rock feeling cool as it pressed through the thin fabric of her top. Eyes locking with his.

"It's rough. I'll give you that. But I like the freedom. And staying in one place for too long doesn't settle well with me. I find a spear pointed at my throat."

She'd return his smirk, though the look in her eyes made it obvious that she was considering his offer. It was also clear that was searching his features to see if he was tossing around what had become their usual banter or if he was, indeed, serious.

"And what would you have me do for you? I'm not one to shiver or drop to my knees at a single word like these men of yours."

One of her hands came back to resting at the hilt of the blade on her thigh, ready for him to throw another chink in their possible business while the other came to settle against his abs. He was handsome and close. So why not give herself a little feel?

[member="Marcellus Decker"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Marcellus tilted his head in confusion as the pirate spoke. “Since I'm big and bad I can't scratch my damn head?” He questioned, arching a brow before ultimately waving his hand at the woman. He realized he wasn't going to get through this part of the conversation without debate so he decided to move it along. When she mentioned not liking to stay in one place Marcellus nodded silently, still showing a rather amused smirk on his face.

“I prefer to sit back and relax, I don't care for all that running around.” His hand rose to the woman's hair, taking a few of the strands and gazing at them before smiling at her. Marcellus felt the hand placed on his abs and took another shallow step forward. He spoke softly, yet the focus of his mind still seemed to be business.

“Casinos. That's my game. Ran one for the Hutt's before they locked me up. Now I'm looking to make the biggest one on this side of the galaxy. Could use a nice pirate like yourself to hit the competition, keep them from getting too much profit.” He explained while the hand on Andrai's shoulder fell to her waist. “What do you say? Wanna work for me?”
[member="Andrai Willows"]

 

[Andrai Willows]

Andrai's grin couldn't help but laugh at his response. Shaking her head a little bit.

"It's just something you don't typically see a man do when he's trying to be intimidating."

She'd let it go now as he came up closer and took a few strands of her dark hair. Pale green eyes looking up to stare into his dark ones.

"So you would look down on me for being a pirate but would still want me to do piracy for you? What do I get for it?"

A dark slender brow rose while her fingers slide over the fabric of his tight shirt, studying his gaze while she closed the gap between them completely, just as he had when he'd pulled her to him when taking her hostage.

"And how am I supposed to believe that you won't just kill me to do it?"

[member="Marcellus Decker"]

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Ah that was it. Andrai believed Marcellus was attempting to appear intimidating. The notion caused him to chuckle a bit before he placed a firm hand on the woman's cheek. "Yea, I can see that." That was all the man said before listening to her comment on the whole ordeal of piracy. "Consider it contract piracy. Stuff a lot like this. You're gonna be working with more information and resources, to the point where it's not even a heist anymore. It's a sure thing."

When she spoke of her life in his hands those dark eyes peered down at her with the faintest glint of amusement. She seemed to wonder about her fate in such a scenario and eve he was not quite sure how he'd go about dealing with her. However, if she could become an asset he had no need to dispose of her. Not that he had much of one to begin with, it was merely the flow of the business.

"Tell you what. You take twenty-five percent of the cut today. I'll leave you with a little something to remember me by. Long as you come back and work for me again. From now on I'll give you an even take and I'll keep my hands off of you." He said, both of his hands wrapping around her waist before he muttered, "metaphorically."

 

[Andrai Willows]

As he started to discuss more of furthering their business deal she was clearly thinking on it, the wheels within her head turning, formulating and running through all the different scenarios that could come before going through all those similar she'd already been in. The hand that had been on her blade slid it out and brought it up toward Marcellus' throat. Clearly not really wanting to slice into his neck but she wanted him to know she meant business and was capable of fighting her way out should she need to.

"Twenty-five is barely enough after all this. I'll take thirty of this cut and you let me work elsewhere as well. When there's a lull in your need for me and I'll come back to work for you often.. Other than that I'll stay where you like so I'm easily accessible.."

She'd pause a moment as both his arms were now around her, her free hand sliding up his chest to drape over his shoulder, fingertips playing with a few stray braids that had fallen.

"You don't need to keep your hands off of me... Just your men, guns, and spear away from my throat. Don't forget I am just as smart as you are big and handsome."

She'd lean up, her voice getting softer as she said those words. Full lips grazing against his by the time she was at the end of her last sentence.

[member="Marcellus Decker"]