Sector 1458's Black Hole

[Zyin Frost]

[member="Kur"] and his company

It only got worse the further one went down in the depths of Coruscant, and one could only imagine: how far did it go down? Far enough, actually, that it took the crew of the Marcat a week just to finally get to the very thing they were looking for. A box with a special marking on it similar to that of a sun exploding, so old that dust was layered upon layers of many other nasty stuff that the captain didn't even want to think about. Captain Kar was a man older than his line of work liked, but he only got here because he didn't play stupid, and always had a back up plan for his back up plan that also had a back up plan. All of his missions were a success, never was he late, or early, all requirements were met, and the Marcat Crew was the best that any crime lord could as for.

Kar watched as Benil got his position set up next to the docking bay, they were waiting for Fobi and Jackson to get back with the safe to keep this loot nice and cozy as they were prepping for the return to unknown moon base waiting for the exploding sun marked box. At the hatch of the Marcat was Destiny, the only pilot for the Marcat.

"Cap'n, I gotta refuel the kitty kitty, it'll take a little bit. Looks like someone was messing with the tanks." Destiny said.

"Watcha mean? Like the docking bay workers?" Kar replied.

Destiny shook her head yes with a mad look on her face.

Kar put his foot up on the box that waited by the Marcat's hatch.

"They here yet, Benil?"

The man at the next to he docking bay doors looked back at his captain.

"Nah boss, just got a message saying they finally got the safety container for our loot. On their way now."

Kar shook his head, for the first time it seemed like maybe, just maybe his luck and brains was slowing down.

No, of course not. It's just Coruscant's lower levels. We have plenty of time to get back to the moon base. In fact, we have time for lunch if we wanted.

 

[thatlazybrit]

Coruscant. He remembered it all too well. The bright lights, the tall towers of politics and money and the lower levels of scum and villainy, he knew it all. Having lived and worked here for a time, he knew what he was getting himself and his fellow crewmates into. When he read up on the contract at hand, he thought "Easy. Get in, kill a few, get out." He was pretty settled in by now even if the people he worked with were, well, unsocial.

As they exited out of hyperspace, his companion Twi'lek Ket sat next to him in his HWK-290 speaking about how, in the probably likely event that they will be caught, there was support nearby if that instance was to happen. As they conversed lightly. He looked behind him in the hallway. Neither the Chiss nor the Umbaran were in sight. Shaking his head, and feeling good about himself he announced. "It's time to go boys." No answer. He tried again: "Let's get out here time to go."

As neither of the two came out, he ignored it and assumed that they'd come out on their own time. Approaching the ship docks, he heard over the ship "Welcome to Courscant, please state business and reason for travel here today."


[member="Hlim'izun'sittur"] [member="Ivor Eyes Inquaart"]

 

[grammaticus]

Izun turned his head slightly, listening as the comm in his quarters began to go off. He didn't bother answering, instead turning back the the small table he was hunched over. Set out on it was a series of blades, and several containers of different colored liquid. He slowly poured the various liquids over the blades, coating every inch and delicately wiping off the excess back into the jars.

Once he was satisfied, he stepped away from the table and began to slide the blades into the various sheathes hidden across his clothing. Finally, he clipped the two small gauntlets to his wrists, checking and ensuring the power cells were fully charged. Only when this was complete did Izun exit his quarters. He made his way to the bridge, entering silently and standing to the side of the pilot.

"Do not rush me." The words were spoken neutrally, though a slight sense of annoyance was also present.

[member="Ravaj Jaricck"] [member="Ivor Eyes Inquaart"]

 

[Zyin Frost]

[member="Ivor Eyes Inquaart"] [member="Hlim'izun'sittur"] @Ravaj Jaricck

Destiny began to hook up large tubes to the Marcat's fuel tanks, from her readings, the ship was almost completely empty and it would at most an hour to finish filling it. Kar started to read on his database, checking to make sure there were no news reports on navy battles going on in the direction they needed to go. The Galactic Alliance, and First Order were not known to be friends, ever.

Benil continued to watch out, every once in a while he would yawn, then smack himself to keep his attention acute to the little traffic that did flow in their direction. Slung on his shoulder was a repeater locked and loaded, while Kar and Destiny only had blaster pistols holstered to their hips. Minutes passed as Fobi and Jackson finally appeared on the horizon coming towards the docking bay.

"Ey boss, they coming. That safety box is huge too.."

Kar's eyes looked up. Did he say huge.

"How big?" He asked.

"Like I bet we could fit a bantha in it." Benil replied.

Kar sighed loudly, no way would it fit in the opened hatch of the Marcat, which meant it would take longer to get it prepped, and placed into the belly of the ship. While the tubes pumped fuel, Destiny came up behind the captain, scratching the back of her neck.

"Cap'n, I kinda forgot to tell ya the bay doors to the cargo hold are....broken."

Kar's face became red, and redder as it appeared even the force was working against him today,

 

[thatlazybrit]

He hated both of them. Sorry, but no really. They were both of the ones where when on first meeting the crew he could realize they would be the "fun" ones. Now, true, both had their talents and he didn't mind that. But they could've at least have been a little more social.

​As they descended upon to the docking bays of Coruscant, he could feel the annoyance of the Chiss and the cold stare of the Umbaran. It did not affect him, but maybe a little off his back would be nice. He began to look for docking bay 0023 in sector 1458 so they could finally go ahead with the mission. He then asked up, looking behind his shoulder. "You need me on the ground for this one?" eyeing the small compartment that held a weapon that had not been touched in so long.

[member="Hlim'izun'sittur"] [member="Ivor Eyes Inquaart"] [member="Zyin Frost"]

 

[grammaticus]

Izun smirked briefly at the Umbaran's words. Nprmally he would have reacted to someone trying to get that close to him, but he had sensed him coming and knew rhere was no threat. That kind of talk was normal, and didn't affect him much. Ad the shuttle began its final descent towards their destination, Izun looked down at Ravaj. "I don't believe we will be needing your support on this task. Might be best for you to keep the ship ready to go. We might not be getting out quietly."

As he spoke, Izun casually ran his thumb along the gauntlets around his wrists, his mind already thinking through the countless possibilities and outcomes. He hadn't been given enough time to plan this operation out fully, and some of this was going to be improvised. He could do it, but the simple fact it had to happen like this irked him.

"I believe I should head out first, gather a bit of Intel and make sure everything is as it should be."

[member="Ravaj Jaricck"] [member="Zyin Frost"] [member="Ivor Eyes Inquaart"]

 

[Lanta Rosa]

It seemed like there was a rather unusual amount of traffic in sector 1458; not many starships dared to come down this deep, and it was even more unusual for the two starships Lanta had seen land in the last half hour. None of the individuals looked like Spice traders; they were packing far too much heat and speaking with too many syllables. But one thing was for certain; you don't come this far down without greed driving you.

Lanta made his way away from the docking bay, looking at the buildings around him; he would need some height to get a really good view at what was going on, and who exactly was involved; it could pay to know this information after all. Spotting one of the lower buildings in the sector, he ran up to it, grabbing for ledges and throwing his body up each bit, as agile as one had to be to live down here, his leathers muffling many of his movements as he pulls himself over the lip of the top of the building. He would stand out if anybody looked up around now, so he crouched down slightly, hood over his face as he watched the movements of those within through the openings in the roof that allowed ships to leave, keeping an equally keen eye upon the entrance to the docking bay, watching and waiting.