Private Leggo of My Beskar!

[Hilal Vizsla]

Casual Clothing

Location: Nar Shaada


Hilal sipped on some Jawa Juice as she scrolled through her Holoprojector, there was some news going around Kesti about a group stealing a large amount of Beskar from the mines. The Mandalorian miner put out a bounty for the death or arrest of these assailants with the bags of Beskar they've stolen as payment. Given that Beskar was just as rare as seeing a Sith Lord wielding a Lightsaber blade that wasn't red, Hilal pounced on the contract. Despite her relative inexperience and the fact that she was a small, scrawny girl in the eyes of clients, Hilal was determined to prove her worth. Besides, she needed the rest of the Beskar to serve as reserve just in case her armor starts to decay.

Through the use of slicing and asking around forums in the underground. Hilal managed to track down the thief's location, Nar Shadaa the home of Smugglers. After hopping on the freighter, Hilal found herself on the planet a hive full of scum and rot. Hilal took another sip of Jawa Juice looking around the Cantina. Santon's Bar was it? It was a favorite hangout of the gang, according to patrons around 2 pm the group would enter the place and start drinking and acting rowdy. That was good, alcohol creates loose lips and hopefully they can spill where they hid that Beskar. She checked her projector specifically looking at the time. 1:40.

"Almost there," Hilal mumbled drinking the more juice.

Aktur Seii

 

[Varm Nul]

SANTON'S BAR
NAR SHADDAA

The planet of Nar Shaddaa didn't stop. It had a reputation for a reason, and one would be hard-pressed to argue if it could be considered anything other than one, big underworld of criminality. There were decent people on the planet, probably, but where Varm Nul had found himself, those individuals were not present. The cantina, Santon's Bar, drew in a range of clientele from various vocations, and each one was as dangerous as the last... which was why the Duros found it very interesting to see a young humanoid seated in such an establishment, dressed so casually, at such a late time of night.

Not something you see often.

Many years of experience in the Bounty Hunting and mercenary trade had given Varm a good eye for catching things that weren't quite right, but that young sentient stood out like a flare in a cave. Nonetheless, the Duros only hesitated for a moment in the doorway to the bar, before he continued with a slow, deliberate saunter. Varm was dressed in his usual outfit, his durable clothing and trenchcoat, along with his assortment of equipment and weaponry. He was on the job, after all, the open contract for some local beskar thieves having been brought to the hunter's attention.

It seemed like a good offer.

It usually involved big credits for beskar.

"Whiskey," Varm said in a low voice, which sounded like gravel on duracrete. "Low shelf. Not looking to break bank tonight."

The Duros had walked over to the bar, where he sat down and spoke to the server. While he waited, Varm glanced toward the young humanoid, large glowing red eyes somewhat intrigued, but otherwise the hunter was content to remain in solitude. There had been a rumor that the beskar thieves frequented the bar at around 2 AM, which wasn't far off, so Varm had some time to kill with some - undoubtedly - watered down whiskey... and when the dirty glass was placed in front of him, Varm grimaced, but otherwise took it in his long fingers and downed it with a gulp.

"Another."

And with a pointed glance, the Duros turned on his seat and angled himself to watch the front entry...

Hilal Vizsla​

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Casual Clothing

"Five more minutes," Hilal normally would be in her armor but she needed to be incognito in order to not spook the thieves. No doubt with a valuable metal such as Beskar would be conducted in a private place. Though a Cantina is far from a private, Hilal suspected that the thieves could've rented a room.

Taking a deep breath, Hilal continued to sip on her Jawa Juice trying to remain calm and keeping her chocolate brown eyes peeled. Just then a couple of men two humans entered the Cantina brushing past the young woman. Hilal's watch began beeping indicating that those were the suspects according to the contract. "Lights, camera, action." Hilal chuckled to herself recusing herself and followed them keeping a safe distance.

She hardly noticed the Duros who was asking for two bottles of Whiskey.

Varm Nul

 

[Varm Nul]

SANTON'S BAR
NAR SHADDAA

The whiskey was terrible.

With a grimace, Varm gulped the second glass of liquid fully. It barely even burned on the way down. The alien licked at his lip, to be rid of the taste that remained there, and considered as he absently tapped the empty glass. Granted, he couldn't really complain, he had asked for low shelf, but still he hadn't expected the bottles on the proverbial floor. Yet, mid-thought about getting another glass, two humans walked into the establishment, which caused Varm to glance away and focus his bright red eyes on something else entirely.

Looks like them, Varm thought, as he looked behind the bar, and caught the reflection of the pair of new arrivals. He watched them - indirectly - walk through the bar, and even saw them brush past the young female, before continuing on their way. Better keep a safe distance, follo--

Varm paused, red eyes narrowed, as he saw that same young human female begin to follow the pair. She kept a good distance, her action probably even went unnoticed by most in the bar, but Varm had planned to do the exact same... which got the Duros wondering if maybe he had some competition for the open contract. It could explain the young female's casual presence in such a dive, he supposed. Still, it made no sense to jump to conclusions, not until something a little more evident was presented.

I'll watch all three, for now.

So, from his seat, Varm remained seated for a little while longer. He simply pretended to be occupied with something else, as he kept that glowing red stare on their reflections, but as soon as the targets - and the other guest - were about to leave his eyesight, Varm would move...

Hilal Vizsla​

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Casual Clothing


Hilal kept her distance trying to blend in with the crowd as she kept her eyes on the two men. That bag that one of them was carrying had to be the Beskar. The nerve of those idiots to actually to place something as sacred as Beskar inside a burlap sack. It was infuriating to Hilal the amount of disrespect that they've placed on such a precious alloy is nothing sacred to these outsiders?! Hilal placed her disgust aside continuing to follow the men. They've taken a hard right opening a metal door and slowly closing it behind them. Hilal frowned seeing their silhouettes underneath the crack of the door.

Taking a deep breath, Hilal began to open the door making sure to close it silently. As she was closing it, she could see the Duros staring at her. Her heart racing, Hilal quickly shut it before scurrying behind some boxes. "Who the hell was that?!" Hilal breathed shaking her head. "Gotta focus probably means nothing."

Hilal took a brief peek as the men seemed to be talking on the Holoprojector. The young woman reached for her bag and grabbed her headset and aimed her watch to pick up a signal the headset would pick it up and amplify the voices back to Hilal. "Is the Beskar there?" a voice said from the Holoprojector.

"Yeah," the man said. "We're almost to the meeting point boss, what are you going to do with this?"

"We're gonna sell this on the market to the Mandalorians at double the price!" The mysterious figure laughed. "These fools are always desperate for their precious metal. Well, we got a treasure trove waiting for them!"

"A treasure trove?!" Hilal whispered. "You mean they have more of the Beskar?!"

"Pretty smart boss!" The man said. "We're about to enter."

"Excellent!" The mysterious figure said. "Can't wait to see it!"

"I have to stop them!" Hilal came out from her hiding place putting her stuff away and continued to sneak down the corridor.

Varm Nul

 

[Varm Nul]

SANTON'S BAR
NAR SHADDAA

Ahead, the trio rounded a corner to the right, which made Varm Nul stand and follow. He let his trenchcoat drape around himself, to better conceal the numerous items on his person, and put both hands into deep coat pockets. The addition of another, the human female, made things convoluted but not any real trouble. The Duros just had to deal with three of them, that was all, simple enough...

Since the human female is keeping rear guard, Varm Nul thought to himself, as he reached the corner. He paused, peeked around, and saw the metal door as it closed. I'll take her out first, quiet-like. And then take down the other two.

The Duros moved down the hallway to the door, opened it slowly, and slipped through like a shadow. His lithe form wasn't just aesthetic, after all. Ahead, the scene was recognized quickly - the pair with the bag ahead, mid-conversation, and the girl hanging back near some boxes. With a grim expression, as Varm Nul didn't like to kill necessarily, he raised his right fist and popped the concealed gauntlet blade from its housing. He would stab the humanoid female, get it done quick, then move for the pair with blasters. So, with silent steps, the Duros reached for the girl--

Huh?

--but hesitated, as he heard her mutter something about 'stopping them'. That implied the humanoid female wasn't part of the group. That changed things. So, instead of slicing her throat from behind, Varm Nul slipped into a crouch behind the same boxes and reached out to tap the young sentient on the shoulder.

"Shh." Varm Nul sounded in a low voice, as he held up his other hand to his mouth, index finger over his lips. He motioned to the pair ahead, with his head, as he added in an equally soft voice. "Who are these sentients to you?"

Even as Varm Nul waited for the reply, he still had his gauntlet vibroblade out, at his side, ready to strike in an instant if his gauge of the situation proved wrong...

Hilal Vizsla​

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Casual Clothing


Reaching into her bag, Hilal grabbed her pistol holding it tightly. She couldn't take any chances; without her armor she was just a girl who could barely take a punch. She just needed to find a way to steal back beskar and be on her way. It was tough to get a layout of the Cantina due to interference and Hilal couldn't just go in blasting in her armor. She'll just have to improvise it was a trait that served the Mandalorians well throughout their history. It was something Hilal definitely had over physical strength. The young woman was ready to move until she bumped into the same Duros who locked eyes with her.

"What the fuck?!" Hilal bounced off of the Duros landed on her rump. She quickly raised her weapon towards the Duros face before he..... told her to be quiet? Wait..... so he wasn't working with those two men?

Hilal remained silent when the Duros asked about why she was tracking down the men. "They're thieves," Hilal slowly lowered her blaster. She didn't want to elaborate further. If she told him it was Beskar, the Duros would kill her and take the Beskar for himself. No, no one is going to get their hands on her people's metal.

"Who the hell are you?" Hilal asked in a hoarse whisper. "You haven't killed or captured me so you're not working for them and judging by your looks, you're a fellow Bounty Hunter?"

She adjusted her hat. "Who are they to you?" She repeated question right back at the Duros curious of his answer.

Varm Nul

 

[Varm Nul]

SANTON'S BAR
NAR SHADDAA

The human female did well to keep the surprise to a minimum, Varm Nul had to admit, which was good as it kept the pair concealed from the targets ahead. The confirmation that the two were thieves wasn't needed, the Duros knew full well, though now he knew that the human also knew and that meant they were probably after the same thing. Whether that meant some kind of arrangement or not remained to be seen...

"Varm Nul," The Duros said in a low whisper, voice like nails on metal. "And you got it in one, well done. I'm a Bounty Hunter."

That took care of some of the initial confusion, at least. Varm Nul suspected the human female was another hunter, probably on the same job, which meant the client had doubled up on the task. Maybe that indicated how important it was to complete.

"I'm working for a client, local miner," Varm Nul muttered, as he clenched his fist at his side, where the deadly gauntlet blade was still concealed from the human's view. If things went bad with the girl, the Duros was ready. "Got some belongings stolen. Wants 'em back. Here I am."

Varm Nul raised an eye-ridge.

"And you?"

Hilal Vizsla​

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Casual Clothing

This Varm Nul guy had that aura around him.

It was an aura of uneasiness as if Varm was a person who should not be trifled with. A person who would look one in the eye and can already discern what you were going to do before you would even do it. It was a Bounty Hunter's confidence, one that Hilal hoped to attain one day. Though she didn't know what she needed to do to get that confidence, maybe complete more jobs she guessed.

"Well, this is just great," Hilal whispered looking at the men who were getting further away from them. "They took stuff from my people and I'm gonna get it back. I'm a Bounty Hunter myself you know: Hilal of Clan Vizsla."

The young woman was rather eager to get going, she didn't have time for idle chit chat. Her people's metal was in the hands of these simple mind assholes. "I love to stay and talk but I gotta get moving," Hilal adjusted the strap on her bag slowly following the men's trail. "Are you coming?" She whispered."

Varm Nul

 

[Varm Nul]

NEAR SANTON'S BAR
NAR SHADDAA

Definitely seemed the pair had doubled up on the job. That was fine, the human female seemed amicable even with that realization, so Varm Nul could only assume that meant she was fine with completing the task together. Sometimes all it took was some mutual understanding to get along, and the Duros wasn't opposed to sharing some reward, since part was better than none. And if the hunters decided to take one another down, the thieves would likely spook and run, disappearing into the underworld before the fight was done.

"Hilal of Clan Vizsla," Varm Nul repeated, with a nod. It explained the outfit. "Prominent Mando clan you're in... I expect to be impressed from this point on."

When Hilal mentioned getting a move on, the Duros grunted with a smirk and stood up. He stepped out into the narrow passage and began to walk casually, with the thieves ahead now further away. It was probably far enough to avoid alerting them to being followed, if the hunters managed to keep things low-key...

"All right, let's go," Varm Nul muttered as he pulled his long coat around himself more, to hide his weapons and form. He also retracted the gauntlet blade. "Just so we're clear, I'm here for the reward. Don't care none about anythin' stolen, but if this is about rightin' some wrong for you, more than happy to take your share if you don't want it... otherwise, fifty-fifty split. Deal?"

If that was a problem, Varm Nul would handle it later.

"So, your plan? How were you hopin' to approach this?"

Hilal Vizsla​