Job gone wrong

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Xin Boa"] | [member="Khthul the Elder"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] | [member="Alisha'ven"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Sal Katarn"]



[ NOW ]

Distantly she heard blaster fire from the group she had just left behind. Probably a mutiny of some sorts. The group had dissolved very quickly and it was a shame to say she wasn't surprised by any of the actions. Amateurs. Take Brown Hair for example, Force knew where that kid had ran off to. If she had just shown a bit of boob they wouldn't have been in this situation. Or Brown Hair in whatever situation she was in. Just had to hang out at the gambling tables. Idiot.


Rungs of a ladder glinted in the dim light. Confidently she grabbed ahold, a little shaky to climb such a thing in heels. It was best not to second guess at this point. Some touch-and-go points but soon the wet redhead was poking through to the surface. She waited a second before fully emerging onto a city street. Delila had no idea where she was, not that would make a difference.


First order of business : double back to the event and shake down some drunk rich people for clues.



[ THEN ]


"I can't say this event is the best I've been too. You can tell the coordinators tried." A small chuckle. "Doesn't seem to stop the people from betting does it?"


Delila was playing the part of clueless arm candy idiot and it was grating against every fiber in her being. No one was going to talk to war horse Delila, the one not afraid to physically pull information out of someone if needed. A mental sigh as her conversation 'partner' nodded.


"A bit dull. However..." A sip of his whiskey. "Rumor has it a criminal ring organized this entire event. Bored housewife talk though. Jealous bitties who wished they had been pulled onto the committee to organize this first of its kind event."

 

[Alisha'ven]

[member="Delila Castillon"] | Xin Boa | [member="Khthul the Elder"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] | @Alisha'ven | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Sal Katarn"]​

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[ NOW ]​

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Oh praise Aatrox, was there ever some sweet, sweet, satisfaction at seeing the now writhing body of [member="Nej Tane"] puking his guts out. Bare cerulean legs managed to duck out of the way of the liquid projectile, some of it splashing in a chunky mess amidst the pools of still water beside him.

At [member="Xin Boa"]'s panicked shake of his blaster, Alisha'ven narrowed her lavender eyes. Managing to nab someone to vent out her frustrations took the bulk of her anger out of the Twi'ek, calming her enough to get a good stock of the situation. Not enough to stop the heaving boobs. Anger did things to people. Especially when they were soaking wet, cold, and pissed.

Not to mention having a blaster waved at your face.

"Go on. Shoot away. Ain't me whose gonna get their asses pounded for ruining this event." the ends of her lekku gave a twitch and a shake, her mouth pursing into a tight bud.

"See how well Miz Danger Arceneau takes to you taking a pot shot to an Arceneau Trade Rep. Bet a few folks remember what happened when the Galactic Republic did more than that on Brentaal V."

With that, she dropped the bomb on who she was exactly.

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Now it wouldn't just be dealing with a particular criminal sect, but Arceneau Trade as well. This is what happens with Xin Boa gets his inside girls all mixed up and flirts up the wrong female.

A rather brash one at that.

"So what's it going to be?" never say Alisha didn't put into consideration exactly where it would put her if they found her unconscious body out here. It could very well go a number of ways. Some of them bad. Some of them worse. Yet nothing would compare to what Danger Arceneau would do if she heard Alisha had been harmed.

Shapely legs covered ground as if to dare Xin to pull that trigger.

"You owe me." she flatly said, her exotic face angling up towards the Nautolan. "You not only ruined this event, but also might have started a gang war. People are going to die. Innocent people. For what? For some schutta's prized gems?"

She shook her head as if utterly disgusted by the Nautolan and his crew.

A cluck of her tongue continued, the stark contrast of the nearly naked Twilek in the damp dress talking up an angry storm enough to get anyone confused.

"Oh, but I bet you only think that to be karking collateral damage."

Beside them, Nej continued to groan as if punctuating the entire act.

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[ THEN ]​

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The Quarren was already rubbing Alisha the right way. Went straight to the point. A broad grin spread across her face, enhancing her exotic features as she went leaning against the bartop. Those girls came to delectable sight as she pandered around for just what she would want.

"Cassandra Sunrise." she would purr out, lekku lightly quivering in pleasure. If this whole speel was to go off with a good start, she needed at least something hard to get her through. She would be able to handle the liquor. What she likely wouldn't be able to handle outright would be dealing with Wyn Tourne and his crew to try and convince him that it would be better to leave the slave trade and pursue other matters. Handling things here as the neutral party had its benefits, but she wasn't too keen on having to work with Tourne and his kind.

Not to let her pensive thoughts reveal themselves, the buxom Twi'lek shone a full lipped smile at [member="Khthul the Elder"], "So.. you reckon any of these boys saddle up for a good time? Looking for someone to keep this boring bit interesting. Figured you might already know who might be a good spot?"

She played her role well, but Alisha also wanted to have some fun before the main event began. Talk a bit. Flirt. Get some information going. There was already a commotion with one of the wives and whomever she was making eyes at.

Schuttas should know better.

 

[Formorta]

Now:

Miss piss blue was now very angry, kicking a guy in the crotch was something that defiantly hurt, she contemplate putting the Twi'lek into a full nelson,or simple knocking her out, but opted to make sure her victim was okay. He'd live, but would need some help walking, she slung the man over her shoulder, pulling him up of the ground.

The woman's reveal was surprising but not really intimidating in any way to the veteran sniper. "I couldn't give a shit who you are, I've killed more important people before, besides like you'd care about innocent people any ways, if you did you wouldn't be in this business". True she was an assassin, but never said anything hypocritical, unlike certain rich and well brought up people Formorta was forced to live this life from a young age.

Then:

She had watched the exchange between [member="Nej Tane"] and the Twi'lek woman, he was drawing a some attention, which was not good when wanting to stay unnoticed. Thankfully [member="Xin Boa"] had dragged him away fro the woman, and the other man present, and proceed to give her a nod, looks like she'd be playing baby sitter for a bit.

Finishing her drink Formorta walked over to Tane, "We are on a job remember, try not to flirt with to many people, especially the really high class looking ones, we don't want to cause any trouble". She pointed her finger at him in a berating fashion, trying to make it seem to onlookers that they were a couple having some sort of quarrel, something people usually stood clear of, giving them some space.

She was not sure what Boa was doing, but perhaps that woman was their contact, seemed strange she went up to Tane, and if the Twi'lek was the contact they could not afford to slip up.

 

[Nej Tane]

Nowskis

She was right. Nej was not quick with his feet at all. Nej's face puckered, and he fell over, holding onto the family jewels that the woman didn't want to steal, but rather to injure, maim, and or otherwise hurt. He fell on the ground, holding onto them- and trying not to squeal in pain. Nej rolled into a ball, then got up to his feet, nauseous as he was.

"queen!"

He said, holding his hands on his knees. He prevented his friend from getting hit, but not himself.

Thenskis

He smirked as the woman went away, leaving a small napkin with a room number and a time written on it. He'd enjoy that later, a lot. Several times. With breaks included. He turned and smirked at [member="Formorta"], and picked up his drink.

Nowsies

Nej then remembered when he should've made better choices.

Thensies

"Less flirting and more like an agreement for fornication. I'm just that good, lady."

Then, [member="Sal Katarn"] came. He was right, her dance card was up. But not her sex card. He was going to punch one of those in, and if he got five- he shook his head, getting himself off the long tangent of a joke within his own mind. His voice was coarse, like an old road. Nej wordlessly slipped away. He pulled on Formorta's hand slightly, to gesture her along. They had to get a little further into the party. That, and Nej was going to visit a certain lady later, do the deed, and then rob her husband blind. And all of his friends.

 

[Xin Boa]

Now

Xins eyes didn't even leave the twilek to acknowledge Nej's outcry. He was breathing hard, the pistol faintly trembling in his grip from everything that has just transpired. The fight, the fall, the swim. Everything coursed through his veins. There was a rush of adrenaline, primal anger and now fear at the name she had dropped. No small amount of arousal at the sight before him either.

Kark it all, but ATC? That was trouble he couldn't afford. The pistol was snapped away and Xin started to discard the heavy robes that had been dragging him down in the water. A lesser swimmer would have drowned in this outfit. He would have taken a slinky dress over the colourful robes nobles preferred. Xin didn't take his angry eyes off the twi'lek until he the sodden thing was thrown back into the water. The pistol was rather precariously tucked into the sash around his waste, but at least he just had a plain sleeveless tunic under that.

He held out an open palm towards formata.

"We're not going to shoot you." Every word was clearly enunciated with a pause and barely a hint of his usual accent. "But we've got to get to the surface and that means you need to stop hitting people.

"Am not a thief." He shrugged. "Not usually a thief. Sorry yuh got caught up in this." Those gangs were hurting thousands of innocents every single day. He admittedly hadn't considered wider repercussions but the Fleet was desperate and this crowd deserved everything bad that was coming their way.

Xin gave an emphatic nod and moved to walk past the fuming twilek and after Dells. He hoped he wasn't going to catch the hook he'd narrowly avoided earlier.

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Then

Xin left Nej and Formarta and made his way up the stairs onto the upper floor of the split-level hall. He ignored the offer of a drink from a passing waiter and headed for a table. He turned to watch squid the elder at the bar. Was he arranging details with the contact now?

Dells and Kinsey were clearly in some pain playing their parts. It was comforting to be sharing the unpleasantness with the rest of the crew. At least he got to play a wealthy brat instead of wall decoration for the gangsters.

Xin quietly found a window from which his wide eyes could pretend to follow the match whilst also tracking Tourne and his competitors. They were all there now, finishing their introductions. Two armed men had taken up position either side of a staff exit. That would be where the goods came from then.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Now
[member="Khthul the Elder"]

Flick. Snick.

Pain like a wasp's sting joined the slow-burning agony of the gut shot. Katarn grunted. His head slid forward, eyes snapping to the sabacc card embedded in his shoulder. The card's skull motif grinned back at him.

"Ow."

Sal thought about reaching for a gun, then grimaced and spat a wad of bloody spittle onto the ground. Rather get shot square than carved up like a Dantooine turkey with a sabacc deck. Edged cards. Somebody's idea of a bad joke.

"In the sink."

Then

The man shrugged off Sal's grip and moved on without a word. Hm. Funny. Usually fellas like that put up more of a fight. Katarn watched him go, some other woman met up with him. Odd pair.

Walking back over to Giles, he jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Gonna tail those two for a bit," he rasped.

The Trandoshan chortled. "Why? You fancy the girl?"

Sal stared flatly at the lizard. "No. Keep an eye on the principal."

"Hmm, I'll keep two. Toodlesss."

[member="Nej Tane"] | [member="Formorta"]

 

[Formorta]

Now

[member="Nej Tane"] did not appear to be walking on his own anytime soon, but they needed to move, lest get into a fire fight with the gang members that may be reckless enough to jump in after them. "Were mercenaries, guns for hire, we get paid, and do a job, like you we are the middle people, though more in for profit, but don't think your so perfect or innocent".

"Fight now we have to catch up to [member="Delila Castillon"], it seems as though she has found a way out, judging from the light rays over their and all". She haled Tane to his feet and started to make her way down the water tunnel, sitting around arguing was not getting them anywhere.

Then

Formorta gave a blank stare to Tane a blank stare, ".......... I'm not going to ask", she gave a slight sight before being pulled along and away from the bar, leaving [member="Xin Boa"] to meet with the contact. He had the rouged harden look about him, a man that most high class ladies probable dreamed about getting with, the handsome scoundrel to wisp them away on some epic adventure.

"Where are you taking me", though it was fairly obvious she was trying to continue small talk, not wanting to act [SIZE=12pt]suspicious, especially with the new person tailing them. The same person who butted in to Tane's conversation, 'he looks like trouble, gotta keep an eye on him'.[/SIZE]

 

[Nadir]

NOW

“Good lad.”

He flicked his wrist backward. The card flew into his grip, and the quarren slammed the door into his face.

With two strides, he was at the sinks, claws wrapping lovingly around Cthahy. Red eyes flitted over to the cabin. Not so briefly, he entertained putting a few holes through the bastard.

Nah.

If you were stupid enough to try and drown a quarren, that was punishment enough. Waste of bullets.

He chucked a cigarette pack over the door instead, then limped out of the toilets. Time to find that damned brunette.

THEN

Not staring became considerably more difficult as the twi’lek leaned forward. Khthul, tactically, disappeared under the counter to retrieve the exotic ingredients.

“Ye know yer stuff, huh?” came his muted voice from below. “Haven’t mixed a Cassandra in… huh. Well, it’s been a couple, for sure.”

He emerged again with a bottle in each hand, two more wrapped by tentacles, and the long stem of a rose clutched between his fangs. He arched a single green brow as he began pouring the liquor into a shaker, never once looking down – and hit the perfect amounts nonetheless.

“Ah wouldn’t rightly know, missus,” he muttered past the flower, “not much for ridin’ boys, meself.” With a dirty wink, he grasped the shaker with a tentacle and began counting. With his hands now free, the quarren began slicing up the Mandalorian oranges, arranging them around the lip of the tall glass.

“But, if ye don’t mind me rootin’ for the homeboy,” he pinched the rose from his lips and threaded it through the line of orange slices, “that tall green lad over there? Didna catch his name, but I can always recommend a fellow swimmer.”

He handed her the drink, yellow spilling into red in a downwards gradient. “Us lot know a thing or two about gettin’ wet.”

“Enjoy yer Sunrise, miss. For a lady like you, it’s on the house.”

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Now

Fingers scrambled, finding the emergency speeder kit wedged somewhere beneath her right hip. Ugh, this stupid dress keeps getting in the way. What she'd do to have her toolbelt instead of these blasted heels! How did girls wear this stuff all the karking time?!

Something else bulky and square wedged into her lower back. Squirming, fingers dug it out. Dark-brows shot-up on alabaster brow as she realized what it was. [member="Khthul the Elder"]'s lighter?

Pop topped off and thumb went down the mechanism, bringing the flame to life in her small, dark space.

Then

Blues flickered up, watching the redhead play her part. Seemed Delila hated this chit as much as she did. Sexist roles. Gaze panned casually around the room as she spotted [member="Xin Boa"] and the others making their moves before attention went back to her own game.

"Well, well, looks like another win for me."

The other patrons at he sabaac table grumbled slightly and threw down their cards on the felt-line table. Reaching forward, hands scooped up the winnings. Looked like she was about to get invited to the high-stakes back room for some upper tier gambling. Good. Just as planned.

And reaching for the winnings, [member="Delila Castillon"] would be happy to see a bit more of the young girl's cleavage showing. Hazards of low-cut dress wearing.

 

[Alisha'ven]

[member="Delila Castillon"] | [member="Xin Boa"] | [member="Khthul the Elder"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] | @Alisha'ven | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Sal Katarn"]​

[ NOW ]​

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If there had ever been two pairs of angry eyes lashing at each other it would have been the stare down that the Nautolan and the Twi'lek engaged in. All during his deliberate, frustrated actions Alisha was jutting her her chin up in defiance, nostrils flaring as the show down continued until the aquatic humanoid was free of his sodden robes.

Course, the had the gall to say he wasn't any thief went almost certainly him and his motley crew had been here to do exactly that.

"Don't you karking walk away from me!" came her yell, followed by a slight stumble in the heels she had left. It prompted a savage curse, something that one wouldn't have expected to fall from the lips of such a well-dressed individual. It was likely this was why Xin Boa had confused her as his inside girl; Alisha looked the part of a well-maintained mistress.

"E'chuta!" came the half snarl, the ends of her lekku curling and falling as she bent down, scrambling to take off one heel and then the next. The fething things could damn well come off. She needed some traction to be able to reach the Nautolan again.

"Sorry don't cut it!" came her lash, finally able to walk properly without falling flat on her face. Bare feet now stepped on a wet floor, and she distinctively made a semi circle to avoid Nej's stomach contents currently splattered across a puddle.

"You're gonna make this right!" be it with his skin or some other manner. He had to.

Lives were at stake.

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[ THEN ]


"Well now, Old timer, you sure do know a way to a girl's heart." Alisha gave a coo, flashing the Quarren a flirty wink in gratitude. This was the sort of banter she enjoyed. It cooled the nerves and allowed her to get a better measure of herself. The dirty wink he had afforded her on the mention of mounting preferences broadened her grin from ear to ear.

Cassandra served, skillfully might she add, the Twi'lek was well on her way to having a good night. She took the first sip. The mixed drink hit her with the ferocity of getting her power coil charged up. "Mmm.... Just how I like it."

Turning towards the direction that good, ol nimble tentacles nodded towards, Alisha took a full gander at the Nautolan. Dark tattoos ran down the length of his Lekku. Likely went down further. His jacket wasn't quality made, but it suited him. Again, Alisha vacillated between what it would be worth to take on the advice of the barkeep or go find herself some better options. It was only the thought that perhaps this guy wasn't so high up the chain that she might get some good information that sealed the deal.

"Well, reckon bite or two won't harm." there was a knowing grin in those lavender eyes, followed by another wink at [member="Khthul the Elder"]. "Alright. let's see if he's up to snuff." grateful for the drink, she gave the Quarren a small toast.

"I"ll be comin' on yonder from time to time. Get you some more folk to come tip you kindly." the more work she could give him, the better the tips.

Swinging from her barstool, shapely legs took to a slow, hip swaying amble. Drink in hand, Alisha'ven unknowingly made her way towards a series of events that would toss everyone out of a loop.

 

[Xin Boa]

Xin had already discarded his footwear in the tumble down the chute. It had been a choice between that and the robe to lose and he'd chosen to get his long feet free to kicking against the flow of the water. Two sets of bare fleet slapped against the duracrete. That drumbeat accompanied by the staccato pattern of droplets.

Xin gave an exasperated sigh. He stopped to place one hand on the ring of the ladder that Dells must have taken up and turned to face Alisha. Her chest heaved, likely still short of breath from the swim, compounded by anger. Xin imagined that being carried down the flow of the overflow current was probably quite unpleasant for anyone who couldn't breathe underwater. She was furious. He was confused, embarrassed, frustrated and het up.

He leaned closer, matching her defiant glare. In that instant he was as likely to kiss her as he was to argue.

"How?" He asked bluntly. "Right now I've got tow friends unaccounted for and I've got to go find them." He started up the ladder, sparing her the indignity of taking those shapely legs up ahead of him.

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Then

Xin could keep his wide eyes on almost everything at once. A gift and a curse. It had saved his green hide in any number of occasions but was also the reason his life had taken a turn down a bad path. He'd spent years as a lookout for Yulon's gang and their bold heists. Rounded hips seemed to carry that slinky number across the floor towards him.

He kept watching the scene through the window. On the artificial lake several powerful engines lit up the smooth surface of the water. It was disturbed by the craft racing across it. One of the racers lost control, spinning end over end and throwing up plumes of water. There was an appreciative murmur from those around them and a few courses from gamblers who had just lost out.

"Evening seems to be livening up," Xin asked as the twilek approached. That was the exchange phrase he'd been given right?

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Xin Boa"] | [member="Alisha'ven"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] | [member="Khthul the Elder"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Sal Katarn"] | [member="Nej Tane"]



[ Now ]


Delila had priorities. Priority number one caused her double back to her ship and change. Running around in heels and a cleavage baring dress wasn't going to help her with any investigations. Looking more or less like her normal self, supplies were grabbed for phase two of her plan to find Brown Hair. She was moving down the ramp, buckling on her hip holster and slipping a small leather wallet into her back pocket.


[ Then ]


Chatter between herself and her companion, apparently named Jak, continued as the first of the races began. There was some commotion as one of the competitors crashed or lost control. There was a 'hmm' from herself as her drink was downed. Jak was growing a little tipsy as she grew increasingly bored. Amusing thought formed in her mind to break the boredom of playing airhead arm candy.


"Jak" Yeah, put on the idiotic sweet voice Dells. Half-glazed over eyes came to look at her, or well, parts of her. Bingo. "Don't you think its a bit....crowded here?"


When dealing with men of this caliber, one had to stroke their ego, make it seem like everything was their idea. It was nauseating to her. It took a minute for Jak to register what she was saying. Once he did Delila could literally see the lightbulb light up inside his head. Pathetic.


"Oh." Glass was set down on a servers tray. "Yes. Very crowded, I think I know a place."


[ Now ]


Confident stride, Delila had arrived back at the event. Or what was left of it. Folks were milling outside and there was a hint of chaos in the air. Perfect for what she was about to do. Hand reached in her back pocket, pulling out a thin leather wallet. Inside was her old CorSec officer badge. While she hadn't used the relic in ages, Delila knew most people wouldn't be looking twice, not in this situation.


First victim. Badge flashed quickly.


"Investigator Castillon, sorry we had to meet under these circumstances Miss...?"


"Flewic. " The elderly woman pulled her shawl closer to her,over her shoulders. "Did you catch the hoodlums that did this Investigator? In this day and age....robbery, kidnapping....heavens knows what else.I can't believe someone smuggled blasters into this event!"


"That's what we're working on Miss Flewic." Delila flashed a reassuring smile as she smoothly lied. "Officers are already out in the streets, can you tell me what you saw?"


[ Then ]


Manicured finger came to fix the lipstick at the corner of her mouth as she stepped over the unconscious body of one Jak. The man was face down on the bathroom floor, pockets turned inside out. Delila had gotten his wallet and a few other pieces of goods. She wasn't sure what for exactly, perhaps Xin could use the identity or credits that once belonged to Jak.


"A bathroom, really?Classy.Sorry Jak, I'm just not that kind of girl. You understand."


Delila had no problem emerging from the mens room, ignoring a look she had gotten from a Duros as she did so. Returning to the ballroom floor, eyes sought out Squidly. He wasn't incredibly hard to find. Striding over to him she kept quiet, noticing the Twi'lek woman. Subtly she slipped Jak's wallet into Xin's pocket as she strode by, barely pausing as she did so.

 

[Nadir]

NOW

He tipped his hat forward, observing the abandoned hall. Without the expensive clothes and jewelry an’ people, it was downright calmin’. After the first shots rang, people started clearing out like mad. Folks were trampled for sure.

Not that this crowd’d care.

He near-on slipped on the blood pooled on the stairs. Red. That bastard in the toilet, then. Wonder if he was still kicking? Bolt to the gut. Nasty business – slow death.

Didn’t envy the man.

Then again – he didn’t envy the man who’d made away with [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]. Beatin’ and kickin’ and screamin’, the little spitfire. Prob’ly bit someone’s throat out.

He grinned.

THEN

“Take care o’ yerself, missus. This Old timer’ll getcha a refill whenever ya like,” Khthul answered right back, smooth as the drink sliding down her throat.

...not a bad image, that.

The quarren blinked, dragging his gaze away from her swaying blue ass with some effort. Lucky green bastard. But if anyone of the young’uns was scoring tonight with that, best it was a fellow swimmer. The groundsider lot were hopeless when it came to treatin’ a woman right.

Oh, to be young again…

He sighed, clicking his tongue. “Listen, Bert—”

“Uh, my name’s Geo—”

“Yeah, yeah. I gotta pick up some supplies, lady just ran me dry on Corellian spiced rum an’ Kro Var Firewater. Can I trust ya to hold the bar on yer own for five minutes? Good.”

Khthul couldn’t, honestly. But if a massive crowd got backed up by the counter, well… wouldn’t exactly hurt their plan.

NOW

Never again.

Not for all the high-class hookers on Zeltros. With the emergency protocol, the building was on lockdown. That meant no turbolifts. And that meant lots an’ lots an’ lots… of stairs.

Man at his age shouldn’t be doin’ so much standing – his back was killing him.

But awright.

One quarren vs. one underground speeder garage. How hard could this be?

Tits on a jellyfish, did he need a cigarette.

[member="Delila Castillon"]

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Khthul the Elder"]

Now:

With a wrench and a pop, the hydrospanner from the speeder kitt was jammed into the trunk's locking mechanism. Back squeaked open. Blues blinked rapidly to the fluorescent lights of the garage. Sitting up, she looked around, ready to jam the hydrospanner into anyone's neck who tried to stop her from getting out.

Hopefully [member="Xin Boa"] was having a better time than she was.

Then:

Probably not the best idea to get separated from the group. But she was being invited to the high stakes gambling room! Wasn't her fault she was so good at sabaac. Still. Tried to catch Grandpa Khthul's eye as she was escorted with the others to a glass-paneled lift.

Immediately, she and the others were offered a set of those drinks with the fancy umbrellas in them.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Khthul the Elder"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]


[ Now ]


Delila took several notes from the elderly patrons gathered. It was becoming clear some had seen a green-skinned Quarren or similar aquatic species in the area at the time of commotion. Now it could be clear hate for non-humaniod species. Or the old bat could have a lead on her hands. Either way Delila would have to follow up on the lead.


One issue : building was on lockdown. Delila excused herself from the elderly patrons and worked her way through the crowds. She was going to find the easiest route in : find a point of chaos and squeeze her way through.


[ Then ]


Squidly didn't seem to register the fact she slipped something in his pocket. Probably too busy staring at the Twi'lek's boobs. Poor kid, one track mind. He was only in prison for two years. The Nautolan was going to have to learn to pace himself.

 

[Nadir]

[member="Delila Castillon"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

NOW

Heard the creak of metal right before the pop. Near-on dropped the cig from his mouth – put it in there like you give the pacifier to a baby.

Helped with the nerves a bit.

Cthahy wasn’t shaking none though, when the quarren aimed between three rows of speeders in the dark garage.

Nothin’. Pure dead silence.

His skin crawled. Maybe he needed a spritz of salt water again? His dearest perfume. Khthul frowned, narrowing beady red eyes at the movement of a thin silhouette.

“That you, Kins?”

Anyone else, and they were getting so many holes you couldn’t tell them apart from emmenthaler.

THEN

The supplies turned out to be firearms instead of firewater. Who knew what kinda fun stuff you could smuggle into the kitchens when everyone forgot you even existed?

His chest shook with a creaky, hacking laugh of pure glee. His hands were full of a crate, and the crate was full of… toys.

“You got new alc in there?” Geoff. Georg? Didn’t matter.
“Uh-huh. Yeah. Had to order in bulk, ya know how these rich cats get.”
“Piss-drunk?”
“That’s the one, Georgy-boy. Now hop on back there for those tiny umbrellas, would ya? Some lady in the backroom’s been going through ‘em like a sarlacc through Mandalorians.”

The zit-face rolled his eyes, but headed out back anyways. Good.

Didn’t need no innocents getting caught in the crossfire. (Even if that shirt with those pants was a gods-damned fashion crime if he’d ever seen one.)

 

[Alisha'ven]

[member="Xin Boa"]​

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NOW​

What could he do?

"Well you'll find out," Alisha'ven replied, jutting her chin up in defiance just after the Nautolan went climbing the ladder well. There was fire in those lavender eyes, and sure enough that well of emotion fed the woman most fierce as she followed right up after Xin.

By the time the rest had made their choices to follow this lead, Alisha had already woven the first strings of her plans.

First off she had to figure just what she was dealing with in the aftermath. Take stock. She already got a look at who straight up was to blame for this fiasco, and that internal datasplint in her head did plenty for storing information.

Like that the Nautolan's name was Xin, and there were a Kinsey and Kthul from what they spoke down below. And that the other woman's name was Dells. Didn't take much to realize this had been a heist gone wrong.

Sorry pack of ner do wells and swindlers if they were that keen on dropping their names. Oh, could very well be fake, but with a mental image saved and something to start off with, then if need be, bounties could be implemented.

A glance around took stock of her situation and Alisha gathered her bearings. Not too far off she could see the ship. Now how to get back there? A bridge and then another path that could lead her back to the event.

Without another word, one shapely blue arse ended up moving away from the group. Furious strides only serving to enhance Alisha's better attributes for any passerby.

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THEN​

With a coy smile, Alisha'ven drew closer to the Nautolan. Upon closer inspection, he was a rather curious breed. He had inky black tattoos that ran the length of his olive skin. Much like Twi'leks, headtresses had similar roles for Nautolans as Lekku for Twi'leks. They were utilized not only for communication but stored a large part of their neural matter.

Not to mention were considered to be a secondary sexual characteristic for her kind. Tips slightly twitching in mild amusement and intrigue, the woman came to a pause beside [member="Xin Boa"].

"Could liven up even more, I reckon, with the right company." humor shone in those lavender eyes, her voice a syrupy drawl that hung above the belt. With a gentle rock of her wrist, Alisha gave her Cassandra Sunrise a swirl. Hmm, she mused to herself, appraising the broad shoulders, the doublet, and the Nautolan's height.

Maybe the evening could be entertaining afterall, she mused to herself, crimson lips broadening into a smile.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Khthul the Elder"]

Now:

Fist shook out. Her knuckles were bloodied and bruised. But not recently. From before. Toe nudged a body knocked out halfway under the speeder. Looked like she'd gotten a hit in before the chump managed to close her in. Knock her out and close her in? Then passed out himself?

Huh.

"Chit, Kay. Put that down. Don't trust your reflexes at your age." Roguish grin was plastered over her face as she came into the fluorescent light of the garage. Frowning, she looked down at her slightly torn dress. What a useless piece of wardrobe. Why did girls wear these again?

So not functional.

"So, you know where anyone else is? And you got an extra blaster on yah?"

Then:

Umbrella drinks were flowing in like the abundant water outside. And they weren't taking no for an answer. To the point where refusing had been awkward so she'd finally had to just take a blasted drink. Lips cradled the straw as she took a sip.

Yuck. Syrupy sweet. Couldn't believe she used to get wasted off this stuff.

Sitting back down to the gambling tables with her back firmly to the waterworld outside, she focused on the game. Only. Just now she noticed that everyone else in the room were young and distinctly female like her. And the one sip of that drink wasn't sitting so well.

Mother karker.

She stood as black spots danced in front of her eyes.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Alisha'ven"] [member="Khthul the Elder"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Delila Castillon"]

Now

Watching the twi'lek leave he could only reflect on how things had ended up going wrong. He realised he was reflecting too much, eyes followed her path away from the group. Damnit Xin, he silently chastised himself. An airspeeder pulled up alongside him and Formarta. This was about to get worse.

"What happened?" hissed a voice as a window rolled down. Another lieutenant from the Dragoons, a young Rodian called Hyup, hissed in his own language.

"Job's a bust," Xin replied. "Mostly..." he added with a lopsided smile. The Twi'lek was well out of sight now so he drew a small case from his pocket. Fortunately it had stayed with him through the swim. Within the small metal case was a datacard containing one hundred thousand credits in untraceable crypto currency. It was one-eighth of what they had come here to steal, but it was better than nothing. Couldnt have carried anything else when the shooting started. "I've lost two people."

"Take this, don't get caught." He was thrown a dry jacket and the car drove off. They were on their own now. Xin slipped it on. There was a holdout in one pocket. He headed off after Dells.


Then

Xin barely felt Dells dropping off the wallet of one of the security guards. She had a deft touch, but he knew that already. This all seemed to be coming together well. The woman who was rather shamelessly appraising him was obviously their contact. He had the key code and everyone was in place. Now they just had to wait for the prize fund kitty to be taken away to be secured by the neutral party. As soon as that started he would follow the group. Dells would find Khthul and get the weapons and they would make the ambush. Good went down the chute into the waterway and they left out the back exit.

"And how do yuh tend to judge dat?" he asked, mirroring her smile. The code exchange had been right hadn't it? There was a little voice of concern at the back of his mind. It was drowned out by the one that was deciding if this flirtation was part of the cover or a little bonus that he could pursue.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Xin Boa"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] | [member="Alisha'ven"] | [member="Khthul the Elder"]


[ NOW ]


Breaking into the building again hadn't been easy. It had required a bit of lying once again and pushing herself through a low window. In the distance she could hear various radios of police departments and security. Delila wouldn't be surprised if it was members of their group. She could have heard something about a male in a bathroom as well.


First stop : the lower level garage level. She had seen enough security down there to know no one was getting in or out currently. Or at least not getting in or out without being creative.