Taking Care of Business

[Keziah Quelin]

[member="Lynn Nantaris"] [member="Esme Galloway"] [member="Serenity Loveheart"]

[Nar Shaddaa Shipping Port]

The shipping port was quite busy, with ships carrying goods flying in and out every couple minutes. Nar Shaddaa's trading business was moderately rich, however instead of this income being used for useful purposes like maybe a school or a new building or something all of the income went straight into the local criminal organisations around Nar Shaddaa. Today, that was going to change. A tall, brooding man stood at the entrance of the port, scanning the buildings for the one he needed. He was stood straight, confident and was extremely out of place. It was disturbing. Port workers walking by, quickened their step when near this man. They quickly glanced, then turned back in fear. Quelin didn't like Nar Shaddaa much, ecumenopolis type planets were Quelin's peeve. Quelin spotted the foreman office, so he started slowly walking towards the office. As he walked through the port he towered over the workers around him. He was wearing all black in a sea of orange jumpsuits and yellow employee jackets. Everyone around him turned and stared at Quelin, some even stopping what they were doing.
When Quelin reached the door to the foreman office he turned around to look back at the employees. He was silent, and was looking at each individual looking at him.

"Leave."

Suddenly, all the workers nearby dropped their tools, crates, clipboards and other things and started to pour out the shipping port gate like water. After a couple more seconds the port was deserted, apart from the freighters docked inside. Quelin then turned back to the door and knocked on the door.

"Just a minute!" A nearby intercom said, situated near the door.

 

[Esme Galloway]

- [member="Keziah Quelin "]| [member="Lynn Nantaris"] | [member="Serenity Loveheart"] -​

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~ Nar Shadaa Shipping Port ~​

How do I always get pulled into these things? Esme asked herself for the third time as she pushed the empty hoversled back down the cargo ramp. She'd asked for more responsibility from the Masters, and sure she'd gotten it, but the young padawan felt sulking around trading docks was beneath her. The worst part was she wasn't even in charge of this mission. Instead they made her subordinate to Toph, her mothers former padawan, turned underworld slicer and sometimes contractor for the Jedi. Esme knew that the point of this mission was to find a concrete link between Nar Shadaa trading and the crime families, but the girl had no doubt that part of the work she was doing for the blind slicer was laying the ground work to to fatten her own bank account.

Esme had to suddenly veer the sled to the right at the bottom of the ramp when another worker stopped in his tracks. At least she thought it was a he. She couldn't tell Mon Calamari apart. She was about to yell at he/she for nearly causing an accident when Esme noticed the object of the distraction. A tall man dressed all in black was making his way across the port dock, aiming for the foreman's office. This was unusual, definitely not someone from one of the many organizations around here. They wouldn't be so arrogant as to draw that much attention to themselves. Esme raised a hand to her face and pushed the safety glasses higher on her nose with one finger. To anyone watching this would appear normal for a girl whose gear was clearly to big for her, but the pressure caused the glasses to take a quick snap shot of her field of vision. The back of her mind tingled with anticipation. Somehow she knew that something big was about to go down. This would be the best chance she had to actually do something. To bring down an entire criminal organization would be sure to lead to her elevation to knighthood.

"Leave."

The order was sudden and loud. Before she realized what she'd done Esme had released her grip on the sled and began to hurry to the exit with everyone else. Once she regained her senses Esme began to slow her pace, allowing the others to stream for the exit around her. In the back of the crowd the Jedi pressed the hidden button on the side of the glasses to send the image to Toph and spoke in a voice that was nearly inaudible, but would be picked up by the small mic. "Looks like trouble. This may be our chance to finish this."

Toph's lithe coruscanti accent broke through the murmuring of passerbyers. "Is everything in place?" Esme answered in the affirmative. "Then do nothing but leave with the rest. I have everything covered."

Esme had sure the connection was cut before giving a growl in frustration. Like hell was she about to allow the Miraluka to rob them blind and possibly ruin this chance for her. Making sure no one else was watching Esme ducked behind some crates before the exit. She quickly peeled the orange coveralls off and ditched the glasses before making her way around the far side of the dock behind the containers.

 

[Lynn Nantaris]

Lynn always hated the smell of Nar Shaddaa even when she was young and a prisoner to pirates a long time ago. She had No real business here and she wasn't hinting anything in perticular. She was just looking for something to pass the time.

She sat high up on the ledge over looking the shipping yard with her mask off and good back revealing her blonde hair as she sat there eating blue sea salt ice cream. Most people never heard of this ice cream, but she had made it when she accidenrly spilled sea salt into her homemade ice cream and discovered it actually tasted good.

She watched the people work and if She didn't have her neon blue headphones on this would probably be boring. She did notice some large brute enter the area looking for something. She saw him walking in and assumed he was just a late worker. It wasn't until he yelled something Lynn didn't hear over her music that people began to scatter. It appeared like they were running away on fear, but from her high angle she saw that only some were running away and the others were going to get their weapons and returned to the large brute with weapons leveled.

Lynn looked sadly at her ice cream for far too long, but finally she dropped it off the roof. Reaching into her sleeve she pulled out her white mask and put it on her face and then pulled up her hood. She sighed as the saddest part of all this was her ruined ice cream. She leaned forward and began falling from the ceiling, but then latched a line from her shooters to a near by crane and used the momentum to swing high into the air. In a free fall she sailed to the building the man was knocking on and with aid of the Force she landed silently on the roof and waited to see what would happen.

[member="Keziah Quelin "]| [member="Esme Galloway"]​

 

[Keziah Quelin]

[member="Lynn Nantaris"] [member="Esme Galloway"]
The door locking mechanism disengaged, and opened ajar. A hand grasped the door frame to attempt to open it completely. "I wasn't expecting anyone today but what is your......... Oh god its y........" said the foreman, before Quelin barged through, pushing the foreman down to the ground and locking the door behind him. The foreman was shuffling back, still on the ground in fear. "I've told you I can't do anything! They'll kill me before a single credit reaches your organisation" Quelin took off his top hat and placed it on a nearby desk. "You would not be alive if this was Underworld business. I'm here for something else Mr Skent."

"So why are you here?" Skent questioned, being a bit more comfortable knowing he wouldn't be killed. Quelin ruffled through his coat pockets and threw multiple documents down on the ground near Skent. The documents were financial statements of the port, with discrepancies circled in red. "2,500 credits sent to an unlisted business in Nar Shaddaa. 3,500 to another unlisted business. 2,000 sent to an nightclub near here. And the list goes on." Quelin said, as Skent picked up the documents which seemed to be taken from the office its self. Quelin walked over after he read them and put them back in his coat. "How did you get these? This office was sealed shut." Skent said, confused on how Quelin could of obtained the documents. "It doesn't matter, what does matter is what you will do for me." Quelin said, before placing a pen and a contract on a nearby desk. "Instead of sending all this money to the inbred local criminals, send them to someone more legitimate." Quelin opened the contract, which had a clear 'QUELIN TRADING' on the top of it. Quelin cracked his knuckles before gently standing Skent up. Quelin's job today wasn't just to stop the income from the port going to the local gangsters, but to make sure the income goes to the founding of his upcoming company. You see, Quelin legally is an entrepreneur, but the title is just to hide his criminal activities. Quelin's interest into trading was rather recent, but he had his full attention to it.

"They'd kill me if they knew the money was going to someone else." Skent said, fearful.

"What if I told you I could make sure they are non the wiser. I have a couple plans in place to.....limit your previous overlords actions towards here." Quelin said, giving the pen to Skent in which he took. "Why are you even bothering with Nar Shaddaa anyway?" Skent asked while eyeing the contract.

"This moon won't be bothered if I'm shaking things up. This is an practise. Plus, you did mention your discomfort of your employers to your wife didn't you?" Quelin said.
"How could you know that!" Skent was carefully reading the contract and its subsequent pages. Quelin didn't want to do a force ritual to gaze on innocent people, but he needed any edge to make this deal fast as possible.