Private Friends In Low Places

[Annasari]

Location: The Coruscant underworld
Equipment: L-7 Service Pistol, Echani Accuracy Gloves, Dagger
Tags: Bronze

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Annasari made her way through the streets of the underworld, pulling her hood up as she walked. She hadn't been here before and didn't expect anyone to recognize her, but her recent affiliations gave cause for nervousness, given there were some who would see her killed, calling the Agents "warmongering terrorist". Word of a crime organization terrifying those of Coruscant had made it's way to the Unknown Region, and Annasari knew she needed to help. The credits or things of value she may be able to pick up after were just a plus. ​

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She heard the thumping of bass throughout the street and made her way towards it, feeling it reverberate her insides as she grew ever closer. Annasari wondered if the Mercenary she had found on the holonet would actually show up. He had great reviews, but working with anyone she didn't know made her uneasy, being as the could flip on her on a dime. She grimaced, then shook her head in an attempt to lose the uneasiness. For this mission, she would need the confidence she normally carried. As she made her way into the club, she beelined for the bar- with what lied in store for the near future, she could use a little liquid courage. ​

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"Your cheapest spirit," She yelled at the bartender over the music. He looked at her strangely, and she yelled it again, a little louder this time. He got the point and delivered her the drink quickly. She threw a few credits on the counter, making sure to leave a generous tip. Annasari turned and scanned the room. Most of the space was taken up by a large dance floor, with a colorful array of lights flashing overhead. On the sides, there were several booths accompanied by tables. She made a move for the nearest one and sat, downing her drink. ​

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After twenty minutes of waiting, Annasari let out a sigh of frustration. Patience was not her strong suit. She knew she couldn't do this job by herself though- all she could do was hope the Mercenary was running late.​

 

[Bronze]

Location: The Coruscant Underworld
Equipment: Jörmungandr Armor,
Tags: Annasari


Bronze rarely took solo missions, preferring to work with his squad or at the very least a large force of other members of the Iron Legion. However, he was in the neighborhood and he doubted some petty criminals from the lower levels were going to be that big of a challenge.. and they were close enough to Anaxes that if he needed help he could get it pretty quickly.

Subtlety was not his strong suit, and he became painfully aware of this fact as he drew too many glances from nervous bystanders as they noticed the fully armored man making his way through the crowded streets. He wasn't the only one, obviously, a Mandalorian bounty hunter asking too many questions at a bar, a police officer skulking in an alley waiting for trouble, but he was new and something they couldn't quite place especially with his unusual armor.

Striding into the bar and past the horde of gyrating bodies Bronze's helmet would alert him to Annasari's presence, highlighting her in the crowd of unfamiliar faces. "Annari?" He inquires upon his approach "Bronze, you asked to meet here?"

 

[Annasari]

Bronze


As the man approached her in full armor, Annasari couldn't help but feel under-dressed. She just donned a cloth shirt and pants along with a black cloak, preferring mobility to the protection armor offered. She shook off the feeling and looked up, smiling. The lights from the club danced across her face, lending her high cheekbones an eerie shadow.

"It's nice to meet you, Bronze. Thank you for coming. To tell the truth, I was worried you wouldn't."

She paused as she gestured to the other side of the booth, inviting him to join her.

"I know this is a bit of an unusual request, as many don't give a kark about petty crime lords. But I myself have learned just how they can ravage a community."

She pulled up her sleeve, revealing a brand that was given to her almost ten years ago. The time may have made it fade some, but the mental scars she had been left with from her time on Nar Shadda would stick for life. After she left and took time to heal, she vowed to herself she would be a champion of the people, always helping those who couldn't help themselves. Her gaze flickered from her wrist back to the man before her.

"I have heard rumors about the Chiss, the "pretend prince" of the undercity who rules with an iron fist. Those who both pay him and serve under him have no choice, lest they want to end up dead in an ally somewhere. I want to give the choice back to the people. I am no fool; I know the undercity was slimy before this man ever came along, and it will continue to be so after he is gone. But forcing your way to the top and keeping yourself there with tyranny does not fly with me." She paused, then realized the man probably didn't care about motivations. She abruptly ended the monologue before stating "The pay is 20,000 credits."

 

[Bronze]

Annasari

There'd be a pneumatic hiss as Bronze's armored gloves would reach up and remove his helmet, setting it down on the counter with a metallic clang. He'd run a hand through his beard, happy that it no longer pressed against his face so uncomfortably as the helmet forced it to do, oh what he sacrificed for style.

"The Iron Legion keeps its appointments Ms. Annasari." he would assure her as he slid into the booth, his brown eyes scanning the room as if expecting to find someone watching him before settling back on the woman before him. "Unlike the other merc companies, we practically consider a contract a sacred pact." He would muse, flashing her a small grin before he'd wave down whoever could get him drinks and order a hard ale. "Always good to start off with a stiff drink if ye' ask me."

He would pause as she would reveal her scar, a testament to her backstory that too many in this unfair galaxy shared. Many of his trainees had similar fates, the lost and dejected dregs of society taken advantage of by the criminal powerhouses of the galaxy. They had found a home within the Legion, a purpose, and he made sure that they found a family. As her eyes flicker back to him he'd receive his rum and raise it in a somber salute to her heroics before taking a swig and clanking the mug back on the table next to his helm.

"One less mob boss always makes te' world a better place. Too bad they breed like rats." He would fiddle with the mug, rotating it as he stares down at the dark brown liquid. "Aye.. 20,000 credits will do." He would take another swig, although a much smaller one before addressing her again "How many are we expectin' te' be workin' for 'im? Well geared? Scrapped stuff? Any sort o' vehicles or faux sith skulking in the background?"

 

[Annasari]

As the man ordered his drink, Annasari returned the smile. A man after her own heart, she thought. She nodded in agreeance before letting the smile fade slightly, to the point where only a ghost of it remained.

"Breed like rats they may, but I guess that's what keeps people like me in business" she said, letting out a hearty sigh after. She felt the weight of the galaxy upon her shoulders as her thoughts raced. The desire to keep people safe and unoppressed always fueled her, but recently that desire had grown, leading her to be more zealous in her actions.

As he asked his questions, she thought. She had only gotten limited information from her contacts, but she had done some investigating when she arrived. The people she spoke with had nothing pleasant to say about the group.

"I'm told the gang altogether is about a hundred and fifty, but they're sprawled out over a wide area. They have big guns, but not so much armor, attempting to avoid looking suspicious as they make their rounds. Their leader is named Kartr, and that's who I plan on striking against. Then we can see about who wants to come to power next, taking the group back to their humble roots. I've also heard Kartr is force dead, so any powers you may have won't work against him."

 

[Bronze]

Annasari

"Two person squad 'gainst a whole hundred and fifty?" he asks, raising his eyebrow skeptically before downing the rest of his ale. "Ye' sure that's a good idea?" Of course Bronze was nervous, one to seventy-five weren't great odds but.. he was a professional soldier and they were street thugs. Not to mention he had some pretty heavy armor.

This Kartr sounded like a real pain, especially if he was force dead. Bronze wasn't a Jedi or Sith, but he had honed his abilities to a light degree to be able to sense basic motives or get a vague idea of where living beings were if he concentrated hard enough. Weren't exactly useful in the field of battle but certainly helped on more stealth orientated missions. "We Smokin' this Kartr or takin' 'im for trial or.. what?" He'd hate to bust in, shoot the man, and miss out on his promised credits.. and he was just a bit curious as to how this Annasari operated.

 

[Annasari]

Annasari studied the man for a moment. He seemed more cautious than many of the mercenaries she was used to meeting. Normally, you laid credits on the line and they would shoot first and ask questions later. Bronze seemed to be different, a clearer head, and a better attitude.

"Like I said, the hundred and fifty are spread out. From the scouting I've done thus far, Kartr normally resides in his home, keeping 2 armed guards outside and 4 inside, within the various levels. We may not even have to hurt some of them. If they hear we're coming for their leader, they may give him up willingly, considering many are... not fans of his."

She paused, gesturing for the bartender to bring her another drink. She hadn't thought too much about what she going to do with the notorious leader after they had made their way to him. Giving him over to the peacekeepers would be the right thing to do, but Annasari had a sneaking suspicion he could buy his way out of it. She bit her lip, considering her options.

"I don't want to kill him. The threat of death too often hangs over us, and it loses it's meaning, even for a being that cannot be reunited with the force. No, I want him taken alive. He shall feel the pain and suffering he's caused so many others. I just need help getting him aboard my ship, then I can take it from there."

As she finished, a cruel smile spread over her lips. The bartender arrived, bringing her the drink, before scurrying back off. She tipped the glass, clearing it in two large gulps, then wiped her lips.

"Well then, I'd say it's time to embark on our long journey." She said as she rose from the booth.

 

[Bronze]

Annasari

"Let's hope we don't have to kill anyone then." He would raise his empty mug before sliding it to the end of the table for it to be picked up later. Bronze was not a huge fan of death, it was necessary on occasion but he tried to avoid it as much as possible. To end a life that may eventually flourish into something great? Who was he to decide that someone's time in this galaxy was over? "If they do offer resistance I'll be shootin' to kill, just to reassure you."

He pauses as she mentions torture, at least what he interprets as torture. Probably worst than death but she was his employer and he wasn't going to argue. The Iron Legion had plans and credits were in short supply right now. "Don't drink too much-" he'd tease as he'd watch her down her drink "Can't 'ave you goin' blurry eyed on me mid firefight." With that'd he'd slide out of the booth with her, dragging his helmet lazily off the table with him before sliding it up and over his head, a pneumatic hiss as it locks with the rest of his armor. Once again she'd become highlighted in his HUD, a blue outline to indicate an ally. The rest of those in the room highlighted a dull gray, the threat assessment systems in his helmet running overtime to pick any quick movements or visible weapons. It always helped to be prepared.

"Lead on." he would seep his arm towards the door, awaiting her lead.