Santiagos Slavers Inc - A Family Company ;)

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Jaster of Clan Awaud"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] [member="Doctor Azure"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]


Charros IV. It was a neutral planet with easy access from different parts of the Galaxy, run by various governments. Not a lot of activity had happened there as of late, as far as Kay knew. She had requested a meeting, having placed out there a decoded message that only certain types of people would be able to understand. Meaning that they had to be looking for it.

Kay was against slavery. Everyone knew that, especially the Hutt Cartel. And it was getting tougher to thwart the slave trade. Politically, she had to do what she could to keep under the radar. It was bad enough that there was a chance that she could be arrested for treason. At least she had a lawyer on hand.

She sat at the designated meeting place, a small cafe that had been closed due to 'illness'. But there Kay was at one of the tables, a cup of Sapir tea cradled in her hands, biscuits on a plate in front of her. A single light that was on inside illuminated her for the others to see. Perhaps no one would show up? Who knows? Regardless she had some of the details sorted out and if she had to, she would handle the rest of it on her own as well. Although help was always welcome.

 

[Onrai]

A man wearing a duster and a cap would slowly ease the door open, stepping silently to the table that the woman was enjoying her drink at. He would soon step silently towards her, slowly taking a seat across from her as he shrugged off the duster, a nondescript grey shirt being what he wore to appear rather bland and enigmatic on this vague trip.

He was still hardly used to performing business deals.

[member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[SIZE=12pt]Breann had made it to the planet Charros IV having left behind her two children in the care of Tia. A doting Aunt who let them do almost anything, and for the moment with [member="Jericho"] off doing what it was that the Ghost did best she saw no harm in venturing out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It had been months since her capture by [member="Cryax Bane"] and then his selling her to one of the huts, fortunately she had been rescued after a few months. It would have been sooner but it had taken an expert slicer to get through the records and find her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She moved her pink skin chilled under the night sky. Her crystal clear blue eyes scanned ahead, moving around to the back door she entered quietly. She could feel the weight of the blaster in her pocket just in case.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She wouldn’t be taken again, and she wasn’t afraid to shoot, not anymore she could see the soft glow of the solitary light lit the face of the woman who Breann believed she was to meet, “[member="Lady Kay"] I presume” Bree moved slowly nodding to the man seated with her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Breanna did not recognize him, “I’m Breanna” She smiled and took a seat.[/SIZE]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"]


Kay sipped her tea as the first to arrive, Vitor, stepped in the cafe and sat across from her. Guess that she wasn't going to have to worry about no one showing up. "Thank you for coming, sir. I really app-"

She stopped as soon as Breanna stepped in from behind and joined them. Kay smiled and nodded as she sat down. "Yes, I am. Pleasure to meet you." She looked to them both as she continued with her earlier statement. "Thank you for coming. I really appreciate it. As you may have heard in various circles, I am not a huge fan of slavery. And lately it has become harder for me to rescue the slaves due to the fact that it is expected of me all the time. So I have an idea that may help with that. But let us first wait and see if anyone else is going to arrive. In the meantime, would any of you like a drink that this cafe is capable of providing?"

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Valkren stepped into the small complex with a piece of cloth pulled up to the bridge of his nose to cover the lower half of his face. His outfit consisted of civilian clothing. A form of jeans, a tight fitting performance shirt with the Republic logo barely hidden on the dead center of it. The only thing covering the logo was his thick jacket that he wore over his boring clothing. He scanned the building and located the only occupied table, approaching it. As he grew closer to the group, it would be clear that he had a blaster strapped to his right side underneath his jacket. He also had a large duffle-type bag over his shoulder, the clanking of several items that came from within the bag insisted that it was a type of armor or equipment, possibly weapons?

He set down the duffle bag after pulling it from his shoulder, letting it hit the ground with a thump. He nodded to the participants of this so called 'meeting' as he took his own seat. Some would assume he wore the cloth to cover his features due to the 'illness,' but that was infact not the case. He wore this so he could not be associated with the individuals he sat amongst. He wanted no connection to this meeting until he knew exactly what it was that had happened. As far as he knew, [member="Lady Kay"] was the only one that knew of his identity.

"You call, Ma'am?"

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lady Kay"]

"No thank you." He shook his head slightly, giving a soft smile as he did so, looking down to keep his eyes concealed. The last thing he wanted to do was be identified in the event that this went south. Other individuals seemed fine with regards to behavior and attitude, but the feeling of suspicion was still subliminally there, filling out every corner of his senses.

After all, he was unsure whether he really wanted this sort of power.

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

Breanna hesitated it had been with a drink that Cryax had fooled her, "I'll pass for now thank you" She looked to those who had joined the table faces she did not know. "You could run some of them through the underground railroad and send them to me. I've established some contacts that help to relocate them' Breanna watched the eyes of those around her, it was known she ran the railroad.

But not knowing everyone here very well, she hoped that none were spies for the Hutts, or the Sith. She took a deep breath to settle herself down this kind of work required peace of mind.

 

[Doctor Azure]

"Coffee, Miss Kay, and at least partial pay in advance."​

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Lorane wasn't stupid. He'd scouted out this little cafe several hours ago. Hiding his identity would've been an exercise in futility, unless he'd managed to find some way to completely disguise his skin, hair, and clothing without too much hassle. As it was, he was comfortably perched on the top of a nearby booth, wearing his beloved beskar armor and jacket. He took a last look around the room, fingers wrapping around the butt of his pistol.​

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When Lor spoke again, it was quietly enough that the people at the table would barely hear him.​

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"It might also interest you all to know that somebody tailed one of us here. I intend to shoot him sometime in the next two minutes. Your input decides whether that shot will be to his leg or his head."​

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[member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Lady Kay"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] [member="Doctor Azure"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]


Kay smiled as Valkren showed up. That was a relief. She sipped her tea as Vitor and Breanna both didn't want anything. Not a problem. Nobody knew anyone at the table and their only connection was herself. It was clear that there was a high amount of caution being taken amongst all parties.

Breanna's offer to take some of the rescued slaved was welcomed to be sure. "Wonderful. You seemed to have anticipated my whim a bit. I can't keep bringing them all to Commenor, especially some that don't wish to be in that kind of environment. Your offer is greatly appreciated."

As Lorane spoke Kay raised a brow. One of them was being tailed? She excused herself from the table and began preparing his coffee. "You know....I've always been the ask first, shoot second kind of person. But that's just me. It may be a bit naive, but I like to know who my enemy is. Anyone else feel the same way?" For all she knew, the person tailing one of them could just be a bodyguard.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Breanna Volsh | Vitor Imperieuse | Doctor Azure | [member="Lady Kay"]

The Sergeant looked between all of the party members, unsure of what they were being called todo exactly. He simply sat back in his chair, keeping his muscles relaxed. The commando usually didn't have time to relax while on missions, but I guess it was because he wasn't exactly on the mission yet. Valkren remained quiet as Lady Kay asked her question, not to be edgy, he simply did not want to voice his opinion until he knew the matter at hand. If this happened to be a botched call and he was on a job that he didn't feel comfortable doing, he'd need to slip away with ease.

Although, it was strange how he was reached for this. The decoded message for Calderon was sitting amongst his own files, almost impossible to find. If it wasn't for his specialty with technology then he wouldn't of known to even look for it. But it was not where it was that disturbed him, it was how Lady Kay got it there. His files were only accessible to a few family friends and Republic officials; so either she had the best slicers in the game, or she just knew someone high up.

He finally decided to speak up, his voice slightly muffled behind the black cloth. "In this case I'd say ask first.." He attempted to keep his voice monotone for the moment as he did when he approached the group. Usually he wouldn't have to worry about things such as his voice due to the vocoder that ran over it when he sported his helmet.

He hoped this straggler wasn't one of his team members who decided todo some snooping on him.

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] [member="Doctor Azure"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

"Now as I said earlier, I've been looking for different ways that I can disrupt the slave trade." She slid her out datapad from her satchel and turned it on, placing it up on the table so that others could see the image that she showed on it. Displayed her the photos of six men, their faces looking like they were burned and some of them with white eyes like Arkanians. "These are the men that I've hired to go into the slave auctions and buy up whatever slaves they can. They are some of the finest actors that Commenor has." Yup, they were actors. The burns and scars were just make-up. The white eyes were contacts.

Kay sipped her tea. "I need a bit of help with securing a ship that they could use for transport without showing any links to me. I need fake holonews articles made of them and the so-called company that they work for which is called Santiagos Slavers Inc. They need to have a history. As for the money that they'll use to buy the slaves, I can handle their first auction. Later I'd like the the money used to be stolen back, in installments from the slavers accounts. With interest, of course." She leaned back, cradling her cup in her hands. "Most of the money returned would be used to buy the next group of slaves, and so on."

In her mind it was an almost perfect plan. But that's where the input of others came in.

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lady Kay"]

"If you need a vessel, I suppose I could offer up a Marder corvette, damaged and reported stolen from an Emeritus inventory yard. It would not be the first time we've had such an instance. If you want the ship to be previous, I suppose I could successfully sell you a Marder and list the transaction as having occurred under Subach's name."

Such conniving things were outside his normal realm - perhaps it was the other side of him.

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] [member="Doctor Azure"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]


She looked to Vitor and considered both of his offers. Each one had their pros and cons when it came to her plan. Yet she had to choose the one that would fit along with the characters of the slavers the most. Kay sipped her tea as she pondered, weighing out her options.

"I think that the stolen corvette should work. I can have it fixed up on Commenor and at least it would seem as my crew just take what they want. That could add to their image. Thank you."

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Breanna Volsh Vitor Imperieuse Doctor Azure [member="Lady Kay"]

Valkren adjusted his position in his seat as two of his companions spoke to each other. After they were finished, he'd reach out with a gloved hand and spin the datapad to face himself. Clearing his throat, the soldier would speak up.

"I can handle the credit transfers..And if needed, the fake holonet articles aswell. For the transfers I'll just need to have access to a console close enough to pick up the account."

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] [member="Doctor Azure"]


Kay smiled and nodded in appreciation. "How close would you need to be? In orbit of the planet, or on it? Either way, I have the contacts to get you there. Also, do you require any equipment?" She had contacts for a lot of things. It was how she even reached them in the first place.

The Senator glanced over to the Chiss and waited for him to let them know which one of them was being tailed and by whom.

 

[Doctor Azure]

Lor smirked as Lady Kay looked at him again. For somebody so used to underground deals, she wasn't very good at hiding her visual cues from people. The man who he'd identified as a tail of some kind or another got up, holding something that looked like a shattergun, not unlike the one Rawnie often used. This clearly wasn't the Chiss' fiancee, though.​

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Forsaking any sort of stealthy interception, Lor pushed off his chair and activated his boot jets, dodging a poorly aimed shot at his head. By the time the Chiss reached his target, he'd drawn one of his throwing razors and reached out to slice the man's hand open, just avoiding a fatal cut to the artery in his wrist. The gun fell to the ground, and Lor's face curled into a somewhat evil grin. Adding to the fear of the facial expression and his red eyes, he spoke in a very low tone.​

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"How about you tell us who you were tailing, and I decide whether or not to break some bones?"​

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The man shuddered, and silently followed the Chiss with the grip on his wrist.​

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"Anybody recognize this guy? Subach? Mister Mask?"​

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[member="Lady Kay"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] [member="Breanna Volsh"]​

 

[Breanna Volsh]

Ways to disrupt the slavers. Bree’s people were busy rescuing the escaped, and breaking out those that they could. She reached over a single finger touched the data pad.
“It’s like chasing bugs, kill 10, 100 should up” A deep sigh escaped as she thought carefully about it. She could see how this group could make it through…

She then had a thought, “You know you said someone was following I wonder if it’s [member="Miles Varden"] he’s usually with me everywhere. If it is him he might be of help.” She smiled she paid him enough she hoped that maybe he would, but then again she was the one he was making sure lived another day.

She didn’t know any of them and she could end up back in a cage tomorrow, so if that was Miles it would be better for him to come in side.

When the Chiss came back it was not MIles, thank goodness. She nodded, "no" She looked to the other faces.



[member="Doctor Azure"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"] [member="Doctor Azure"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]


Kay was slightly alarmed by Lor's aggression. It reminded her a lot of Thraxis. Their constant battle of wills would probably never end until one of them dies. She slowly shook her head as she looked to the would-be assassin. "I don't know him." Her eyes then turned to the others and wondered if they knew. Or perhaps the intruder was after Lor?

 

[Onrai]

[member="Lady Kay"]

"I have no idea who he is, or who he was after." Vitor crossed his arms. "Perhaps the best thing to do would be to turn him in to the local authorities. I suppose. What do you think?" He turned to the head of the meeting, admittedly curious what she thought. Perhaps something could be figured out in due time. Perhaps, who knew.

He looked at the others, wondering what they would say.

 

[Miles Varden]

[member="Breanna Volsh"] [member="Vitor Imperieuse"]

Miles had come in, late but with reason of a bad hyperdrive. Dressed in his civilian clothes, his Guard Gear*.

"Bre, excuse my tardiness." He nodded to each of the others, while noting the old comrade Vitor. A face he had not seen in a long time. One he wasn't sure he could still trust.

Miles took his place behind Bre, arms crossed and ready for anything that could happen.


[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Doctor Azure"]