Private Just a Taste

[Amber Blake]

The sputtering set of her jaw was a clear indication he had found the line where her pride lie.

"You flatter yourself." She grabbed the tablet, signed, and shoved it back into his chest. "Warehouse is around back."

 

[Drifter]

Her body language was screaming of rounded pride and embarrassment. Honestly, he figured she’d try to deck him first.

[ Great! —hey wait wait, what about my pay! ] he called out, suddenly anxious for the possibility of her quick disappearance.

[ — and an off loading droid! ] he cried, not wanting to strain his back for this gig.

 

[Amber Blake]

"Back warehouse!" She called over her shoulder, strutting off his ship with the confident gate of heavy boots. Bah! She didn't need him. She'd find another way to get the crate out of here.

...

It would have been a deliciously perfect cover though. She didn't allow herself to glance back, her lips pursed as she started for the bar to retrieve his payment. Unfortunately he'd be able to reach an off loading droid before she could reach her tablet and order it not to help him.

That did not mean she'd have to arrive quickly.

In fact, she didn't plan to.

Drifter

 

[Drifter]

[ Oh, come on! ] Drifter wailed out with an exasperated sigh. He’d found a loading droid and while now the goods were delivered, he had yet to get his pay. Nearly an half an hour of searching and still no dice.

Blondie was deliberately avoiding him.

[ Alright, Blondie.] he began, flipping his tablet, a narrowing of citrine eyes underneath his helm.

[ You want to play games. ] In His hand, he still held her novel, as she hasn’t successfully taken it back.

It was a personal item he could use to track the woman through the Force in conjunction with his Force Tracker talisman. All he needed was a an intimate object, and this novel was well loved. It was a methodology used much like the Witches of Dathomir Talisman of Finding and the Keetael method of perceiving visions of the past and of their distant target's surroundings, this focus allows Drifter to magnify his senses even further than normal, tracking his target like a bloodhound. It was one of the reasons he’d taken bounty hunting as work— one of the few ways he could use psychometry and force tracking to hunt down his target.

A deep breath, a sinking into the web of the Force, like a spider laying in wait for the subtlest of vibrations to detail the direction he should go. Twin orbs akin to the Tatooine suns flared under his helm, the Force churning within him.

It was time to hunt.

[ Let's play games.]

 

[Amber Blake]

Retribution was sweet. She left him sitting there, waiting, all the while the droid reassuring him that she'd be "back shortly" with his pay. Time moved slowly for her on the farm, and so she might have not noticed when she got side track by the arrival of a new ledger or two.

She could be found in the office two buildings over. To be fair, this was where the credits were kept. The rustic outside of the building did not match the high tech that secured the inside (even if it did appear to outdate itself by a decade, at least.) In here one could see the farm was clearly affluent. Affluent enough to justify key pads at every door and even a few retina scanners scattered about, if one pushed towards the back.

Amber sat pooled over her aunt's hand-written ledger, the warm afternoon sun spilling across the desk.

 

[Drifter]

It wasn't as if Drifter could break into Whyren's facilities. The place spanned several thousand hectares of farmland, not including the granaries, distillery, storage, and aging warehouses. This also included the family home along with the subsequent generations of Blakes, who were known to live in large communal farmhouses within the estate.

So, the question was, how to go about this. He could either A - decide to go full undercover using his skills and the enhancements in his armor to make him bend the light around himself, making him effectively invisible. Or B- just boldly walk around and get into places by stating that he needed to find Blonde to get paid.

He chose B because well, the last thing he needed was to get thrown into the brig for breaking and entering while undercover.

Using his Force Tracker talisman alongside with the book, Drifter used the Keetaal methods he'd learned in his childhood to get an image of just where Amber Blake would be.

It wasn't omniscient. As it was a recent event, he could pull up fleeting images of the young woman. An office, it looked like? Oh definitely some smirking. That only riled him up.

So, with care, he began to follow the slight trail that the Force was revealing to him, like a faint spider'sweb that he had to gently keep pulsing to find out what was at the end.

There were two guards between him and his prey. Alright, how to get past them?

 

[Corey's OOC]

Working security for the Whyren’s Distillery was a huge break from where Chaz started his career. The man, now wearing a black button up shirt, blue denim, a commanding hat, and a sidearm on his him, began his career as a bouncer for one of BrightStar Entertainment’s larger casinos. The people who came by to the Distillery were here because they were looking for a good time. Sure, some became rowdy after a few hours in the tasting room, but that was far and few between. At BrightStar? They lost credits. A lot of credits.

Those were the worst.

Besides, who would be trying to break into the vast distillery? Sure, there were credits here, but not so many that an army was going to show up. But there were a few protections placed on the compound.

But he was just watching the main office with the Duros. He was new, but Chaz couldn’t remember his name.

All he knew, was the other was very good at sabaac and Chaz was about to have to request an additional shift from Amber.

"Are ya sure yer not holdin' cards under th' table?" His hand thought about going to his blaster but the Duros was his team mate for work.

 

[Drifter]

Corey's OOC Amber Blake

So, we have meathead ( Chaz) and a Duros. It took all of three seconds before Drifter said, feth it, and went with option B.

Risk it for the biscuit. Be bold.

So without further ado, the man tucked his talisman away and went heading straight towards the pair playing Sabaac, and gave a wave.

[ Hey, Yoo-hoo! Sorry, don’t mean to interrupt, ] he wagged the holo novel in his hand and gesture with the other.

[ But have you’ve seen a blonde lady about yay high, ] he gestured to the approximate height for Amber, [ a bit high strung and owner of this trashy novel? I just made a deliver, got it signed, but I still need my pay and said lady is holding it hostage by disappearing. ]

Clearly guards could relate to getting paid late and having to nag at the ones in charge to pay them fairly. Maybe he can talk his way though this to get towards where the trace has led him.

 

[Corey's OOC]

He hadn’t been called a meathead since he was in primary school. The mean streets of Corellian Public School campus 119. Dodgeball champion of the second period physical fitness class. There was that kid who really liked Jedi adventure books. And he got him out of the game fast.

As he laid down some more cards, he looked up to a man who was approaching. They didn’t get any notice about anything nowadays. Looking up, Chaz squinted with the wave coming his way. And the way the being spoke.

Why was he carrying a book anyway? This wasn’t some caf shop. Serious business was done here. Booze and boozehounds. But since he didn’t receive anything from the front, and wanted to make sure her got his Life Day bonus (an extra bottle of Whyren’s), he stood up.

“Blonde? I mean, there is Miz Blake, she reads. They’re books. I don’t so don’t ask me. But whats with all the armor, partner?”

Drifter Amber Blake

 

[Drifter]

[ Is that her name? Fantastic. Miss Blake left this book behind, and I also need my payment for dropping off the cargo. ] It wasn't a lie. It was her book; she left it behind, and now that he had done his part of the haul, he needed his credits.

[ Armor? Oh, you mean my dress aesthetic? ] he pointed towards the black leather, song steel gear, and polarized helm. [ Got a ship and transport goods that require discretion and or ensuring I don't get extra holes in my hide. ]

With a casual shoulder roll, he gestured as if he wasn't sure why Ms. Blake took so long to pay what he was due.

[ You think you can call on her so I can get my payment? I've got to find my next job, and to prepare for that, I need to refuel my ship. ]

Corey's OOC Amber Blake