Let's Keep This Quiet

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Frida's Spaceport Cantina
Nar Shaddaa

Inside one of the buildings domed portions, Frida kept the offices of Sigourney and Lysle. Lysle had addressed an individual who offered his services across the Holonet, inviting him privately through an encrypted message to his office. It was hinted at what the briefing would discuss; that it involved espionage, but any more was left to the imagination.

Lysle sat behind his desk, tantalising neon lights scattered across the room that held a window viewing onto the lower floor. Cerulean and pink danced along the walls, inviting dancers and drunkards to gather. Lysle had little time for those things, finalising arrangements as the Red Ravens began to emerge onto the galactic scene. He awaited for the ominous agent to arrive.

[member="Cloud Utada"]

 

[Grand Moff Helranth]

Cloud knelt in an abandoned room in a building directly parallel to the club. He knew crime lords and crime organizations loved to use clubs as covers, but this posed the question of if they all did it, would it be a good cover? While Cloud was kneeling he was looking down the barrel through the sights of a high powered rifle. In his cross hairs was a man known as Lysle. Cloud was due to have a meeting with the man in ten minutes, but Cloud had been in this building for 30 minutes as his life had taught him to trust no one. Working with criminal organizations was normal, but so was betrayal. His cross hairs moved to the club as he slowly moved the gun around the floor doing a last look over. During his time up in the abandoned room he had successfully located the members of the criminal organization known as Red Robin which would become his employer for this mission. Satisfied with his recon work and on the Intel he had gathered he began to pack up.

He tore down the sniper rifle and it was specially made that all the lose parts fit into the main body so that if he was on mission he could store it easily on his back. He instead placed it in a normal looking brief case that was locked by finger print and voice recognition set to one word. He left the building through the back and made his way the long way since he had time and headed to the club. He was wearing a black suit and in this suit was a silencer gun in case things went south. He reached in his pocket before entering and pulled out some glasses. He didn't need the glasses, but glasses made people feel more trusting of the person and comfortable and also made them believe someone's words more. It also hid his identity a bit as most people looked very different without glasses.

He entered the building and made his way to a door marked, "Private, Staff Only." On ether sides of the door stood two bodyguards who stopped the smaller Cloud. "I am here for a meeting with Lysle." "Password?" "Black Bird." The bodygaurd nodded and let Agent in. He made his way up the stairs and knocked on the door of the office and entered upon request.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Shargon'Ta was requested for business, Finally a job to take. Hopefully it would be lasting and keep Shargon Occupied. Nar Shaddaa was a Shady place but it was not different then working at tatooine. Shargon stepped off a Transport dressed in a his Black Body Suit , Grey Trench Coat of a lightweight with Various light daggers inside, Lightweight pants, shoes & A Black Fedora that covered his blank black face. Classy. Shargon was Contacted and was to meet at a Cantina, How very Relaxing if only Shargon did not despise Cantina meetings. Shargon entered the Cantina and Looked around, under the suit he was not happy. But sure enough Shargon Made his way to the Staff only door, which was guarded as always. Shargon stepped up and said in a Whisper of a voice " Lysle Requests me, Password is Black Birr..." The Bodyguard raised a hand and opened the door. Interesting. Shargon made his way up stairs barely seeing anothe body enter the room they were to speak in. No Solo Work I guess.

Now being infront of the door Shargon lifted a hand to knock but looked at his Black gloved hand an kicked the door twice lightly. It was better this way. Entering the Room Shargon nodded and lowered his Fedora more staring at the People inside.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
[member="Cloud Utada"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

There came a knock upon the door. Lysle opened a draw, scraping his arm across a wide variety of folders that sprawled across his desk and swept them into the opening. He closed it shut. Lysle firmly planted his feet against the ground and pushed back, the chair scraping in protest with a shrill cry. He stood, adjusting his tie and collar.

Lysle converged on the door, entering four digits into the pin pad and thumbing the ignition. The door slid aside, welcoming the odd duo. A shiver crawled its way down his spine at the appearance of Shargon. "Welcome," Lysle announced, motioning them inwards towards two pulled out chairs. The five foot ten Corellian spun on his heels, retreating behind his table and pulling himself in.

He drew out the second drawer down, taking out folders that had been separated from the majority. He tossed one to Cloud, indicated by a #1 and the second to Shargon, indicated by #2. "They're private, keep the information to yourselves. You're to work independently of one another, but report to myself using encrypted messages across the holonet. If you see one another on the field, it's the first time you've met. I hope that is understood."

"Payment will be regular. The more accurate information I get, the bigger the pay check. Your loyalty will be returned in credits. Specialised jobs will pay higher, and the more difficult the job the better the pay," Lysle further explained. He offered them to open the files to see what the mission foretold. "Questions?" asked Lysle.

((What is contained in the folder will be sent via PM))

@[member="Shargon'Ta"]
@[member="Cloud Utada"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Taking the Folder Shargon Held it lightly and sat down, His cloths folded flat kinda as he leaned back. Odd. Reading it over Shargon looked up at [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] as if he was staring at him through his black blank suit. " Is this all?" He asked in whisper of a Voice, but the sound managed to travel and echo to the ears.

[member="Cloud Utada"]

 

[Grand Moff Helranth]

Cloud took the folder and looked it over. He then nodded as the mission was straight forward to him. He took the folder and tossed it in the fire place near him so his mission didn't fall in the wrong hands. He nodded to the employer and took his leave to complete the mission.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
[member="Shargon'Ta"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Lysle glanced towards Cloud, throwing the folder into the fireplace. He felt like this cantina was the only building on the planet that still had the outdated fireplace. After all, it was a dangerous hazard. Nonetheless, Lysle turned to Shargon to answer, "That is all, lest you have questions." He rose, pushing his chair out, "I'll take you to do the door." Lysle moved across the room, passing the two. He held one hand cupped over the other as he entered the pin, keeping its knowledge a secrecy. The door slid open for him. Lysle motioned to the exit, "I hope we can talk again, and with the credits you're due. The first quarter of payment you will find wired to your account as of tomorrow."

@[member="Cloud Utada"]
@[member="Shargon'Ta"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Getting up Shargon tucked the Folder in his Trench coat and nodded at [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] Leaving the Room to Head back to his Ship.

 

[Manidark Zail]

From another topic just some back story


Manidark Zail rocketed in via jetpack, and braced for impact, he done it over it seemed a million times.

Contact broke "knees did't break good, one of these days.."

With all the firing that broke out, and currently shots were being boomed and blasted around him, everything was in a dusty fog upon Dark peering into the docking bay. Without a thought, he turned on his thermal vision to see if indeed anything existed inside, but the horror he saw. It was worse then looking through the eyes of his android, the smell... ash, smoke, flesh and a hint of fumes from the flamethrower BOD used. Dead bodies pilled over each other, I am going to remove that weapon Zail thought, he'd only had the thing for a couple months, the killer manic robot and Zail wanted to see what its original personality was like before reprogramming it, well.. he promised to find that killswitch, before asking a few questions.

"Ok, report". Manidark Zail spoke

"Sir, all is dead I believe..ship is fine as I stated before only three minutes earlier". The droid did a 360 spin around the room, spotting nothing.

"When I say report I do not mean for you to be a karking smart ass about it, so report".

"Nothing here, sir"

Dark, walked further in only to find he was being fired at. One of the shots left a scar on his right solder from attempting to dodge the shots.

"What the hell, nothing here?" Zail screamed while sliding from over and firing his own shots. An Automatic message popped up on his overhead display, ship integrity at 97 percent. Meaning he had shot his own ship, Zail was pissed and enraged.. had my own droid fired on me? Zail asked himself.

"BOD, just what the hell.....!" Static broke out with a ear piercing shot into his head.

The droid had indeed shot at him, aiming to kill, it seemed the droid he bought perhaps had a contact on his own life surely.

"Ok!, Alright this is going to end back for you, who hired the likes of you, you dumb queen"

This time a response did boom out, but not over the speaker system in his helm "Guess.. your nightmare" the death android returned. Another shot, this time at his ship.

This situation was over pretty fast, yet to Dark it felt like hours. Switching his vision to detect robots, moving over and using his jetpack to strafe a bit to the left, aimed two pistols and started to fire, hitting a dead corpse further decaying it as it exploded, another ship that was on fire, and the rifle out of his ex droids arm, the limb or maniacal arm if you will the rifle was in blasted in half. The droid screamed and started to blow inferno his way, knowing it could not reach him, yet firing none the less. Dark ducked, span and shot the droid in the chest five times, displaying melted metal and some organic tissue, it seemed it was part something.. human maybe, Zail only knew it was done for.

Walking up to his ship to give it a dander, saw a couple blaster marks and a quick attempt to cut out one of his engines. Looked down in time to see the droid coughed up oil mixed in with blood, and fire came bursting out.. hitting his armor, and with a quick move back shot another limb off while moving backwards. It howled and laughed at the same time, knowing it was karked. Zail walked back over to the droid and ripped its head off, twisting it off, had vital information.

Without bothering to glance around, he stepped into his ship, checked the systems and departed for... for what? Revenge, he knew it had to be him.. the man who killed his family.

Incoming message_code:File 00251

The Red Ravens, wish to invite you to join us, we may help, we know of you from various sources to be extremely.. deadly. Accept?

Manidark Zail had heard rumors about this band.. why not.

"I accept".

Set_Course_Hyperdrive: Red Ravens location




The jump was rocky, Zail had never been to this planet and still the thought of that droid lingering inside, looking at his ex droids head a thought came to mind.. just who sold me this, it had been months, but Zail had so much on his mind he could not pinpoint the aliens name or even its race. Other matters to attend to, this message from Red Ravens and to meet the man who sent it.

After setting The Dark Vesicular down into the spaceport and paying what credits he had, he needed creds badly to secure better weapons. Twin revolver-D89 pistols did the job, but he needed a proper sniper rifle.

Zail had left taken off his helmet, always beveling its not proper to meet a potential employer with your face hidden, still he carried it and his pistols on both sides of his hip. Walking down a strange ally, he saw a lot of drugging, sex, and the lost, and doomed being tortured. At one point, Dark saw an weird looking alien poking a Jawa with a electric prod, so Zail took his pistol out and placed it behind the aliens head.

"I would stop that now, I have no problem with killing another alien who wants to pick on Jawas". Manidark suggested

"What business is it of yours? Who do you think you are?". The accent twisted and sickening to Dark, the alien attempted to turn around and prod Zail.

Fired exploded, as the bullet blasted the aliens head clean apart leaving brain and bone fragments on his armor. The Jawa looked up, said something Zail could not understand, but it seemed like gratitude and wanting to walk with him. Dark, thought hmm why not he could help with repairs on my ship.

[NPC] Rodrici Jawa unarmed.

"So, you may understand me and if you wish to tag along you better listen, you do repairs to my ship and guard it I will pay you ok little friend?"

"Oooohhh woooooga!!! Yessss, I doo happennn to unnndersand my name is Rodrici, I have been arounddd humanns awhile onnn thiiss plannet". The Jawa responded.

So, now with another partner in crime, a jawa Zail walked down this dark ally attempting to find this man named [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"].