Private Hand in the Cookie Jar

[Shai Maji]

Bastion/Ravelin​

Afternoon/Sunny​

"I should have you shot for this."

The words earned a giggle from the Shistavanen as she stood across the officer in charge of the depot. There was likely not a redeeming hair on his head, but the Imps had good stuff and she found a crack in that wall of durasteel and plastoid. This guy was rotten and no matter what issues he ran into, she could coax her way around to get her hands on those snazzy weapons. "Yeah but you're itching too much for that payment aren't ya?" She teased casually with a nudge against his shoulder. The man looked absolutely defeated, like he knew what he was doing was wrong and dangerous, but like a junkie itching for his next hit, he nodded slowly and gave the signal for the other troopers to continue loading the weapons into her freighter's cargo hold.

"Oh don't worry, Max, this is gonna be great! You know how much creds I can get for these weapons? Market's itching for that Imperial quality stuff. Just think, by next week you'll wake up and sip at your morning caf, then you got a notification that you received a donation clocking into the tens of thousands." She reassured him. It was sad chumps like these that made her the most money. "Yeah and who's gonna get the most crap if you're not careful with your end of the deal?" He asked her coldly, giving her a hard glare. Shai waved him off and placed a handful of credits into his palm. "Well me, of course. I'm the one that's gonna end up in a ditch somewhere. Now go do something useful with that payment." She looked over to the soldiers loading the crates in, noticing him staring at the credits for a few long moments. She really hoped he didn't have...

"Hundred more right now and it's any issues resolved on the spot." He spoke up. "Plus I wanna take my kid to the amusement park this weekend. Gotta at least put this dirty money to good use." Yep, he did have. In all fairness, Shai didn't have an issue if that was the reason. He looked like the type with an unassuming family that had no clue where the bonuses were coming from. With a smirk she handed him the extra creds and flashed a wink. "Tell her I hope she enjoys the creds." She teased. She couldn't resist making him squirm.

Ghalric Rau

 

[Ghalric Rau]

B L I T Z H U N D
SPECTRE
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
RAVELIN | BASTION
Shai Maji

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"Sir, we have an irregular spike in heart rate and blood pressure on TK-5047." The monitor turned in his chair to look at Blitz who, coincidentally, had decided to drop in to check on the progress of the Biocom Network that had been implemented to monitor their forces.
"Location?" Blitz asked as he approached the screen to get a better view.
"Downtown depot, seems like."
"Send me the coordinates. I'll see to this myself." Blitz said before turning to leave the office.

With all that had happened lately, everyone was more than a little paranoid. Tavlar's death at the hands of the Perished that had somehow infiltrated the Assembly, had sparked a tightening of security and the narrow monitoring of organic vitals - especially those that have not been deployed.

Out in the street, Blitz wasted no time. The jetpack roared to life and the Spectre took to the air like a dark hawk. It was not an uncommon sight within the city to see the dark-armoured operative zipping around, as the Greyhound did not conform to the norm of Imperial life if he could help it.

About a block from the depot, he touched down again to approach the last bit on foot to not spook who or whatever was doing something wrong. At least he did not need to muscle his way through the depot gate - his passcode and tell-tale armour was enough to let him through along with a salute.

What Blitz did not expect, however, was the conversation that could be heard around the corner at the docking bay as he approached the coordinates displayed on his HUD.

"Oh don't worry, Max, this is gonna be great! You know how much creds I can get for these weapons? Market's itching for that Imperial quality stuff. Just think, by next week you'll wake up and sip at your morning caf, then you got a notification that you received a donation clocking into the tens of thousands."

Confusion furrowed the Spectre's brow as he rounded the corner.
"That would be all, Private, thank you. Please report to your commanding officer for the rest of the shift." Blitz said formally as he walked up to the group around a freighter.
The depot officer's back stiffened as if a jolt of electricity shot through him before he slowly turned to face Blitz.
"Sir, this isn't...." he started but trailed off when he saw the modified T-Visor Helm motioning toward the gate.
The man's shoulders slumped as he resigned to his fate and started to walk toward the entrance. As he passed Blitz, however, he was stopped by the Dar'manda's outstretched hand.
"That last hundred - hand it over." Blitz said, motioning his fingers towards his palm, his no-nonsense tone projecting well enough through the helmet.
"Yes, sir." the Private sighed as he handed over the dirty money before heading off. The only reason he was still alive to do so, was that it was quite refreshing for Blitz to deal with a mere gunrun instead of the supernatural for a change.

The Troopers that had been ordered to load up the freighter, were halted with the motion of a hand. The Spectre then turned his visor toward the Shistavanen smuggler.
"Now, lass, where are you planning to pawn these arms and who are you working for?" he asked her, as he rested his hands on his hips. The fact that she was able to bypass capital defences in this time of turmoil was no easy feat. The Spectre was more impressed than anything else, but until he knew more, the canine would not be going anywhere.

 

[Shai Maji]

She had no idea what was heading their way. When the voice spoke up she tensed as well. Looked like she was going to have to work her smooth-talking magic extra hard with this one. He didn't exactly sound like a casual drill sergeant or something. She turned to look at the new figured and froze in place for a few seconds as she regarded his armour. That was Mandalorian armour. Through the modifications and everything, he was a Mandalorian. This guy just got a whole lot more interesting.

With the reassurance that she might have an easier time with this commander, she turned to look at Max with a parsec-long grin. "Oh snap! Oh kriff!" She cackled away as she stepped out of the armoured figure's way. "You got caught with your hand in the cookie jar, man!" She teased with a slap over her knee. Might have been smarter not to use the hand made of durasteel for that but she could hold back the urge to rub at her knee. She actually felt sorry for the poor troopers as the new arrival took the money from him and sent him packing. Knowing the NIO, he was going to be in a bit of trouble. Though now his attention turned to her and she gave an innocent smile.

"I work for myself, man!" She reassured. "Name's Shai. Seeing as you're here right now, might just spill the beans." She glanced to the crates for a moment. She really hoped that she could get off this planet with her life and the weapons. Otherwise she was going to have to dip into the company savings again for the fuel. That made her think of another aspect. Hopefully her company wasn't so popular that he knew who she was. "These weapons don't have a buyer yet. I wanted to go check out those pirates tearin' up the joint or something, but they look like hot garbage. Don't worry though, it won't be goin' to the Maw or those stiffs. They can go fly into a star." She explained as she pulled out a nervestick and casually took a puff.

She looked at the handful of credits and then to the shipment. "So uh... you taking the guns back or can I go ahead and finish loading them in? Can I at least get my creds back?" She asked with a bright smile, figuring she could at least try her luck with the guy. She didn't want to pull the 'oya booga booga I'm Mando' card with this guy. There was definitely a reason why he was an officer in the Empire. "Or you know what, you can keep the creds. Got a wife or anything? Date night can be on me." She gave him a gentle tap on the shoulder with a snicker... and immediately regretted her decision on flapping her jaw further.

Ghalric Rau

 

[Ghalric Rau]

B L I T Z H U N D
SPECTRE
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
RAVELIN | BASTION
Shai Maji

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A brow lofted behind the helmet.

This young smuggling pup sure had a mouth on her. And he was fairly certain she had bigger stones than any male he had come across of late. There was, however, one comment of hers that had his mind churning. He might be straying from his direct self appointed directive of spending time among the Iron Youth, but in the end it might be worth it. Reports have been filtering in from COMPNOR operatives that there were still Sith remnants on old Sith Imperial planets who have not fled after the fall of their Empire. New Imperial Forces were spread thin while cleaning up their own space, making it nigh impossible to keep a firm Iron hand on planets not yet under their control completely.

"Tell you what. You can get your creds back in full plus interest if you do something for me, and I won't lock you up for the rest of your miserable life. How good are you at smuggling organic beings onto a hot planet?" he asked. It was a tall order. He had other ways of getting onto Dromund Kaas, but a smuggler was much more incognito and might be able to get in quicker. It might not be the most orthodox Imperial way of doing things, but no one has ever accused him of being orthodox.

Not that he would let the Shistavanen off the hook that easily. Lifting a hand from a holster once more, he motioned for the Troopers to circle around, just to bring about a point that she was still a criminal. "Refuse, and you'll find yourself shoveling snow on Lorrd alongside the Sith prisoners and their ilk." he added for more incentive.

He would very much like to find out for himself how dire the circumstances were on the old Sith capital. It could pose a considerable threat to both the New Imperial Order as well as their allies of the Ashlan Crusade. It would also be interesting to see if there was any info missed in the hasty retreat of the dwindling Sith.

 

[Shai Maji]

Shai's grin disappeared at his question, replaced instead with a frown and a raised eyebrow as she eyed him for a moment. "Depends on what you mean with smuggling organic beings." She spoke up with her hands on her hips. She looked at the soldiers around her as a smirk appeared once more. Her eyes drifted back to the armoured figure as she folded her arms. "In all honesty, I think you'll end up with a lot less sith prisoners and a lot more vacancies if you shove me in there." She teased.

With a wave of her hand she turned to walk to her ship. "I can smuggle people, yeah. Easy peasy. Former slaves, criminals, as long as it's not an actual slaver wanting my help to move their cargo, I can get anyone anywhere they wanna go." She reassured him as she stopped by a trooper in front of her. "I must ask, though." She asked as she turned to face him again. "Will I be able to keep your guns too? I mean... you'll be getting a hell of a smuggler on your list of contacts. You'll be making up for those guns in no time at all... or you'll just shoot the people who end up with them. Either way." She shrugged.

Turning back to face the trooper, she motioned for him to move out of the way. "Okay, so when do ya wanna roll out? Right now or should I camp out in my ship for the night?" She asked casually as she continued to stare at the soldier. Shai had to admit that the Imperials did a fine job of intimidating their enemies. She was sure that this group of troopers were certainly not of the same calibre as the excuses for soldiers the Sith used when they were still around.

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