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[Drogh]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Drogh hated Kessel, more then he did most planets, this wasn't even a planet, it was some forsaken rock with spice in it. Drogh thought by now all the spice would of been dried up, apparently not. Yet Drogh needed credits, he was simply trying to get by. Drogh was doing this job for the Pit Bosses, he didn't much know who they were and he didn't much care. He was tasked with getting a man that goes by the name of Nathaniel, he didn't know who this person was and Drogh didn't much care. He was far to indulged in his own little world to care much outside of it, but he still had to keep enough spacial awareness to make his way to the casino.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Drogh opened the door and he was charged with fumes of exotic smells, perfumes and plants which he had never seen giving off a scent that inflamed his nose, it was truly toxic. The smell was venomous, toxins these people call perfumes made Drogh feel sick, it gave a deep haze that was nauseating. Drogh then saw the Twi'lek dancers, prancing about in their costumes, Drogh had a small pity for these creatures, diminished by the galaxy to nothing more then whores of the galaxy, the fear and depression wasn't hard to see, their fake smiles was as see though as glass. A few odd glances were coming his way as he began to take in the environment, as he was standing by the door a bit longer then normal. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Drogh began to walk down a small slope of stairs, he was overwhelmed by the sound of games, the cries of anger and frustration and the cries of joy all mixing into one, becoming just a background noise. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]As Drogh walked forward he wanted to find the VIP section of the casino, he began to walk deeper into the casino and with every step more eyes were beginning to turn on him, Drogh wished he could cut out those watchful eyes. Drogh carried on walking, the smells became more intense, the sounds more emotional, everything felt more overwhelming with every step, and the security only got heavier. Drogh finally came across a small room, a red cloth blocked him outside from the VIP room and a rather tall Trandoshan came up towards him, his slimy silvering tongue poking out ever so often. He stood with a black uniform, looking down to Drogh, he was quite tall and bulky to say the least. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Drogh rolled back his shoulders, letting out a slow sigh. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"The Pit Bosses have sent me, where's Nathaniel?" [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]The Trandoshan looked at Drogh for a few seconds, fiery yellow eyes burning down at him, yet he simply said "Follow me."[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Drogh followed, going though the red cloth, he was hit by the thick stench of alcohol, it was raw and pure, it was almost sickening. There were small huddles of people, all sorts of species, girls cuddling up to rather strange creatures, or a group of men talking in a dark tone, whispering about this and that. I finally confronted the man, the guard said who sent me and walked off. "The money." Drogh said firmly but quietly, looming over Nathaniel, Drogh had a ghost appearance as he stared down at the man, he was oddly by him self, empty glasses lay scattered on his table, he had the drunk desperate look in him. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"The money." [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Drogh repeated, slightly louder. Nathaniel got up in a drunken swagger, he spat out clumsy words that melted off his tongue. "Kark off." He said dismissively. Drogh was slient for a few seconds, before taking a DL-18 blaster and pointing it towards his temple. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]"The money!" [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Drogh said, loosing his patience.[/SIZE]
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[HK-36]

[member="Miss Blonde"],

Well the stake-out team had their chance.


Behind their speeder a pair of glowing crimson photoreceptors would flicker to light as if out of thin air before a tall slender being covered in grey chameleon cloak phased into reality along with them, dropping his invisibility field silently.

Perhaps a scream would be heard over their commlinks and swiftly snuffed out, perhaps the machine was quick enough to deal with them before they contacted their higher-ups again, either way contact with them should be lost as they were so far focused on the compound itself rather their surroundings. Whether they were heard over their communication devices or not, it would be fairly clear what happened to them as their speeder would actually return to its last previous location, set on an autopilot, be it a dealership or rent-a-speeder place or some sort of barracks or command center used by the Syndicate, whatever place the speeder visited before coming to its stake-out position.

Underneath the vehicle, between its repulsorlifts there was caking of dust attached to it, although to be fair this was Kessel, dust was everywhere and the underbelly of the machine was probably covered in more mundane versions of it as well.

Either way, the whereabouts of their bodies were probably unknown as the speeder would return on the autopilot empty. They were within the main compound distillery area.

 

[Sal Katarn]

No surprises on the short flight, which in and of itself Sal supposed came as a surprise. Usually things went straight to the karker the moment the landing struts retracted. Not so in this case. The Runner presumably found out that Katarn's middle name included no variant of "Chatty." So they spent the ride in blissful near-silence.

Sal took a good long perusal of the make and model of the ship, the transponder codes, and pretty much anything that would stand out. He also took a trip to the refresher and slipped an unactivated beacon underneath the crapper.

Afterward, he returned to the co-pilot's seat and pretended to get some shut-eye.

Barely slept a wink since Ka got taken. Musta been all the stress transferred through the bond.

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Katarn stalked off the ramp of the shuttle and made his way toward the Ends. He skirted the main doors of the casino and made his way toward a service entrance. He passed a few people, but this was Kessel. Not as bad as Nar Shaddaa, but staring at the wrong person could get you killed easy enough. Silvers might have stopped the killing bit, but the rest was still ingrained in the Spice Mines. Didn't just go from being a fate parents threatened their children with and something even the most hardened smuggler feared to a place of love and peace overnight.

Fishing out a pack of fresh ones from his breast pocket, Sal lit up a smoke and leaned all casual-like against the wall, close to the door. Soon enough, a waiter walked out to take his smoke break. Katarn caught the door with his foot before it closed, then slipped in while the waiter wasn't lookin' his way. Easy enough, even if the waiter had seen him. Why would he care? Katarn put out the smoke on the wall and tossed it in a garbage bin as he passed.

Rounding the corner, he nearly bumped into another waiter.

"Oh sorry... sir, you're not supposed to be back here."

"Mm. Got turned around lookin' for the refresher," Sal rasped. "Point me back to the VIP room?"

"Of course, sir. Down the hall and to the right. You'll see signs for it."

"Mk."

Down the hall and to the right took him out of the service area and to the floor of the casino itself. Immediately, a light haze of smoke engulfed Sal. He could hear the ringing of slots and the sound of voices. A sign up ahead told him the VIP room lay just around the bend. Sal sniffed the air.

Trandoshan.

Even through the nicotine haze he could smell the reptile. They had a distinctive odor to Sal's more-than-human senses.

He rounded the corner and came face to face with a black-garbed Trandoshan standing in front of a room walled off by red cloth.

Underneath his shirt, Sal's bronzium amulet took on an icy chill against his skin. Katarn frowned, head cocking slightly as he eyed the Trandoshan.

Him?

No. Had to be someone inside the VIP lounge. His fingers twitched at his side. Things just got a lot more complicated.

"Need to see Nathaniel."

"You too?" hissed the guard.

Too? Stang.

Quick as a blink, Sal palmed his knife and jammed the blade up between the Trandoshan's legs. The reptile doubled over in pure agony. Hot blood gushed over Sal's fingers. He jerked the blade out, then thrust up and into the T'doshok's neck. He depressed the switch activating the knife's vibrator. The quivering edge sawed through the guard's vocal chords like butter. Sal shoved the dying beast over. It lay on the floor, gargling out its last words.

Katarn stooped, grabbed the guard's commlink, and activated it.

"There's a fire on the main floor," he said into the channel, then stepped over to the wall, shattered the glass casing with his elbow, and pulled the fire alarm.

A siren began to wail. Red lights flashed. Sprinklers came on, dousing everything.

Katarn stayed near the wall, cleaned his knife, slid it back into the sheathe, then pulled out his slug thrower and waited.

[member="James Justice"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Drogh"] | [member="Miss Blonde"]