Saram Kote
Strill Securities Al'verde
- 'Davaab' Vuhyr'yaliyr Ramikade Squad
- Ran Netra, 2IC (Rifleman)
- Jaing Nihut'tyr, Technician
Shan Pavond
- Equipment
Nar Shaddaa. Easily one of her least favorite worlds to conduct operations on. The company had numerous contacts on the world and so they had to be very delicate if they didn't want to upset the fine balance that kept their web of savory or in this case very unsavory contacts providing information happily and without the thought of double dealing in a way that would shab with company operations. It was for that reason that they were here, in fact. Well, that in and of itself was a symptom of another problem; a Jedi.
Said Jetii was on world tugging on every lead he could find. What was more, said Jetii was also not on assignment for the council. A Jetii getting killed, or causing a stir on Nar Shaddaa was an shit show that they could ill afford, especially when they were trying to make nice with the Alliance. She left the negotiating to those whose unfortunate job that was. Hers was to make sure that once the major decision making had been done, she and hers could achieve what needed to be achieved as quietly as was possible.
Even though the company was trying to play nice with the Alliance, she was initially less than enthused to go and try to deal with a Jetii trying to get himself killed by conducting an off the books investigation. Oddly enough, almost none of their contacts were willing to mention what it was that the Jetii was looking for. It took some careful digging, persuasion, coercion and only two bodies before one of the company's contacts, a slimy Devaronian going by "Hohk Dren" coughed up the information. The Jetii was looking for his buir.
His buir had apparently been pinched by one of the local slavers, who that was she hadn't gotten Hohk to cough up yet, even though he'd coughed up a lot more. Hohk had however managed to give them a general location to look. Tracking a Jetii when you had life form scanners and force sensitive detecting equipment built into your kit and a search radius was not a particularly arduous task, especially when said Jetii was the opposite of subtle apparently. Then again, were it her buir, she might be tempted to crack every skull her and solving the problem too.
"Got him, approaching the back entrance of The Crazy Nuna," said Ran over comms from his perch under the restaurant's flashy sign, a neon outlined cartoon nuna that looked all too happy to be flash-fried and served with flash fried protatoes. The back entrance was in an alley, a space shared between the Crazy Nuna and the clothing store next door. The alley was easily wide enough to permit a speeder truck to back into to drop off stock, 'fresh' produce and the like.
Saram glanced down the alleyway from atop the opposite building and saw the Jetii making his way toward it. If Hohk was to be believed, The Crazy Nuna was where a for-hire accounting service for criminals. Normally Saram would be inclined to think that criminals wouldn't trust a group like that to handle their money, but apparently their results were just that good. The money was laundered and legitimized faster and more efficiently than had apparently been seen before. Probably because the long arm of the Hutts was back to being the short flabby arm of the Hutts.
"I'll go see if I can't talk some sense into him before he kicks over the strill's nest," said Saram, taking a breath as she did a quick check around for obvious hostiles. "Alright, vode, remember, we're not trying to leave anyone or anything that can give anything more than the vaguest description." Jaing and Ran didn't need to be told twice, the anti-security blades in all three of their armors went live, tuning out the security devices in the alley, both the ones that were too cleverly disguised to immediately pick up as well as those that weren't.
"Remember, vod, he's not a thawed out Clone Trooper, you'll have to try harder," joked Jaing over comms. Saram, knowing who he was talking about, tried to ignore her usually quiet, grumpy technical specialist as she prepared to leap into the alley below. She'd told him to stay off the topic,
Then came Ran's laugh and her attempt was rendered moot. "Jaing, I will shabla stab you, you hear me?" she snapped at him, only half-joking, as she leapt off the building, sound-dampened rocket-repulsor pack slowing her descent to almost nothing. With her sound dampened boots and armor stealth systems still active, she made almost no noise. Rifle in hand, she made her way quietly up the alley.
"Loud and clear, alor," said Jaing over the comms following a husky chuckle. She didn't need to be able to see his in-helmet feed to be able to picture the cheeky grin plastered across his face.
She glanced at the Jedi ahead, she wasn't sure if he'd picked them up. Their armor did have that Taozin nodule liner, but she knew that some Jetii were sensitive enough to pick them up even with it. Once she was about ten meters away, she deactivated her armor's camouflage suite. The device flickered off asymmetrically, likely likewise revealing her armored form as would be seen without it active. "Just stop a moment before you swing that lightsaber. You're Shan Pavond, right? Strill Securities. we know what you're here for, we're here to help," she said as quietly as was possible to still be audible, with her Verpine Shatter rifle held by its fore-end in her left hand, barrel facing the sky.
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