Private The chip

[Shot Sutaz]

It was a simple job, relatively. At least, it would be from what she calculated. Some girl reached out to her about a chip. Why her instead of the million other code crackers around? She didn't know. Perhaps they had failed and she was the final option. Maybe the lass figured a millionaire would have the resources. To be honest, she was slightly wary. Whoever this was insisted on meeting in person, as she wasn't able to just send the code over. It was a reason to be wary, but not enough to refuse the work, She knew the rest of the galaxy wasn't as advanced as Denon, so just sending over code might not have been possible with the tech her contact had. Either way, she was more than happy to have something to do. There was nothing her current client could offer her that she couldn't get herself, she was mostly taking the job to keep her skills sharp. But who knows? It could lead to a useful connection, which was something she would need in the times to come.

The purple skinned nautolan was currently in her fine leather chair, leaned back casually with one leg crossed over the other while those long tendrils, made prehensile by the cybernetics, typed on the keyboard for her. It was nothing too protective, just watching various five second videos on the holonet, most of them of a comedic nature. She often did this when plotting or scheming. What was her next step? What was best for her business? What was best to bring down corpsec? All these thoughts run through her mind as she takes a deathstick from the package on the coffee table by her chair. She places it between her lips, one of those tendrils pulling back from the keyboard and opening at the tip to ignite a blowtorch which sets the stick ablaze. The tip of the tendril then closes, moving back to the keyboard to continue typing. She takes a drag before blowing the smoke into the air. A little spherical gadget she invented for herself that's attached to the ceiling activates, a tube leaving it to suck out the smoke. She smiles slightly, content with it's performance. A nice little tool she made in order to keep the stink of smoking out of her home.

She'd caused quite the stir setting up that deal with Locke, and filling up his ear with the crimes committed by Corpsec. She'd had to lay low since then, but so far, the job this client had for her checked out. It's then that the alarm for her door goes off. She looks at her wristpad, which projects a holographic screen. Someone was at the door, it seemed. "Hm." She mutters. She stands up from her chair, rolling up her sleeves. Her ack arches as she reaches her arms up in a stretch. As she stretches, the lines along her arms open up to reveal machinery, and pressurized air begins spraying out of the gaps. She had to do this on occasion to prevent overheating. With that done, she rolls her sleeves down. In terms of attire, she was wearing her usual. A black bodysuit that, while clinging pleasantly to her curves, covered all the mechanical lines that crisscrossed her body that she hated acknowledging. She takes her white leather jacket off of the chair and slips it on as she heads to the dark room's exit. Before she does so, she slips on a simple pair of black leather boots to complete her outfit, and flicks a switch to turn on all the lights in her home.

Exiting the room, she makes her way into the living room area, giving her punching bag a playful whack as she passes by it. Finally, she opens the front door, leaning on the doorframe with her arms crossed as those pitch black nautolan eyes look her visitor up and down. "You were waiting for me, correct?" She questions, her hairless brow arching.

Tae'l Vizsla

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

C O R U S C A N T
House of Shot Sutaz ​

Tag: Shot Sutaz

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Tayl stopped at the door to the Slicer's home, Looking up at the large building for a moment. The place was much cleaner than anywhere she'd ever lived, Something she should have figured by entering the core worlds in the first place. But of all the new experiences and unknowns she'd decided to gambit with, Meeting some rich woman to make a deal was probably the safest as of late.

So she hesitantly pushed in the button to alert the Slicer to her presence and waited.

They weren't long though, And she was met with a Nautolan girl, Close to age in fact. Well, Biologically speaking anyway. The girl was purple, Much like herself, With black eyes much like the very flattering bodysuit she wore beneath that leather jacket.

The girl looked Tayl up and down, And only then did Tayl realize that she'd likely been caught doing the same. It simply wouldn't do for a common mercenary to look that way at some rich girl. Not a mandalorian dressed in a dusty flight suit, Star-spurs and weapons all leather bound over Beskar-steel, painted in dull greys and whites turned cream by the desert sun.

"You were waiting for me, correct?"

"Yes ma'am," Tayl nods "But not long. Mind if I drop in an' we discuss business? Or would you prefer we handle the uh, Formalities, First?"
She slid one of her violet lekku over her shoulder just then, Trying to think of ways to make herself look more presentable in the face of a potential asset.

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[Shot Sutaz]

"Blegh." She waves a dismissive hand. "Don't call me ma'am. Makes me feel like nobility. Name's Shot Sutaz." Her body language, her attire, none of it screamed rich or wealthy. Yet it's true, this Nautolan was a millionaire. Not that she was too keen on rubbing it in peoples faces. Did she enjoy showing off her new fancy car? Perhaps. But that was different from wealth. That was just sharing a mutual love for cool stuff more than anything, at least in her mind. She smiles slightly, observing the shine of the beskar. "Mandalorian hm? I've always liked a girl in uniform. A twi'lek uniform too! I've heard your sort exist, I could never get my head around how you'd wear a helmet." She takes a handfull of the tendrils on her head, holding them up. "Helmets aren't an option for me at all. Then again." Her hand moves away from the tendrils to knock on her own forehead, causing a metallic dinging noise. "I don't really need one these days." She giggles with a shrug.

"Oh, right. You don't need to tell me formalities. You are...." She looks at her wristpad that pulls up a holographic screen once again when she looks at it. "Tayl Vizla, daughter of Aloy Vizla....who is currently missi-" She suddenly takes a sharp intake of breath, stopping herself from finishing her words. She chuckles in a nervous manner, trying her best at a comforting smile. "Why don't you just come on in and take a seat, yeah? Tell me about this chip of yours. You eaten yet? I picked up a new brand of microwavable breakfast. It's supposedly really good. I can heat up a box for you." She steps aside, Allowing Tayl to step into the apartment. It was a nice place. Nothing extremely wealthy looking, but definitely higher end. The Nautolan had done well for herself. The room was pleasant enough to be in, with the morning Coruscant sun shining through the blinds. The flat screen television on the wall was idly running some sort of comedy livestreamer from Denon on the TV, playing one of the latest video game releases from the looks of it.

Tae'l Vizsla

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

Tag: Shot Sutaz

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Tayl nodded again, Her smile revealing a tiny fang as she looked up at Shot. "Right, Shot it is than"
She'd maintain that fanged smirk as Shot went on, Talking about things such as "A girl in uniform" and Questions about her helmet, Which admittedly she was pleased to show off if the girl asked, Leaving her grin to spread just a little wider.

At the sound of metal in the nautolan's head however, Tayl would tilt her head to the side out of curiosity, Only to find that the Slicer had curiosities of her own. Curiosities which she had already fed prior to this conversation.

"Tayl Vizla, daughter of Aloy Vizla....who is currently missi-"

It was at that point her smile disappeared entirely, And the young Twi'lek's expression quickly returned to it's more neutral and businesslike state.
"I see you've uh, Done your research. That's fair I suppose, I attempted some digging myself" She said while glancing off to the side and gripping her sleeve.

When Sutaz beckoned her inside she was hesitant to follow at first, Looking over her shoulder and back again before stepping inside, Spurs jingling with each heavy step as glanced around the room.
"I'll take you up on that. Seems like a relaxing place to eat compared to... Well, I'm famished, Actually" She hummed

"As for that chip though..."

"Judging by the look of it and uhm... Bodily placement, I reckon it's experience chip of sorts. It looks familiar but I can't quite determine the model or maker. Probably been modified. I just need access to whatever's on it"

She stopped to look at the TV before passing "... Chit, That looks like fun"

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[Shot Sutaz]

"That's what most people call me. " She confirms, tapping on her wristpad so that the hologram goes away while she waits for the twi'lek to step inside. "Huh, didn't know twi'leks had fangs. Then again, there aren't many aliens back on Denon. It's a mostly human place. Ever notice that humans tend to make things all cold and corporate?" She scratches the top of her head. "Wait...that sounds racist. Uh...disregard that." She waves a dismissive hand. "Anyways, where were we? Oh, right. I always do my research. Keeps me alive, and I much like being alive. You did some digging as well? Find anything? Well, anything other than that I do jobs. Cause if there's more than that, I'll need you to tell me where you found it so I can erase it." She's quite keen on staying on the downlow for a millionaire. Though it's common knowledge she got the money from a tech patent with John Locke, but it's obvious there's more going on than that.

She provides no answers for the metal ringing that came from her head. She doesn't like to talk about her cybernetics unless she absolutely has to. Though, Tayl would easily notice them now that she was within closer range to the nautolan. Lines, showing the seam between metal and flesh, or metal and more metal in some cases, crisscrossing throughout her head of tendril hair. Occasionally, blue lights can be seen flickering between them, like circuit boards transferring data or power. How much of this nautolan was machine, and why was she so? Quite the puzzling purple cephalopod.

"Compared to a messhall? That's where mandalorians eat, right?" She questions as she arrives at the kitchen and opens her fridge. "Must be loud in there, probably smelly. I wouldn't be able to survive that. Don't get me wrong, muscular women are the fuckin bomb, but not enough to make me sit in a room crammed shoulder to shoulder on a bench with....uh...I don't know what mandalorians eat, but you get the idea. Mythosaur paste maybe?" She shrugs as she pulls a black box out of the fridge. She shakes it up a but before putting it into the microwave and setting it to run for two minutes. She leans on the counter, waiting for the meal to finish cooking. "Experience chip? So you found it after you blew his brains out, yeah? Lucky it wasn't destroyed. Real lucky. So, what will I be looking for on this chip?"

The sudden change of topic to the stream causes her to chuckle slightly. "Oh, that? Yeah. I always watch her play it to decide whether or not I should get the game. Isn't she the cutest mikkian? Anyways, I think I'll be picking up that game in a few days or so when I have time to play." She grins widely.

Tae'l Vizsla

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

Tag: Shot Sutaz

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"Haven't heard much, Don't worry. Just that you were the one to talk to" Tayl was distracted for but a brief moment by the stream before Shot continued, But as the conversation progressed, The Twi'lek's focus shifted completely to the slicer. Being this close and listening to the conversation said a lot more about her too; Her cybernetics were much more apparent now, But so was her skills and experience with them, Judging by her reaction to the chip.

"Acquired postmortem, And not by accident" She says in a business-like tone, Raising a single leather-clad finger.

"You're lookin' for names, Visual recordings or locations on level 1313"



"Anything, Really..." Her voice would fade into murmuring as her arms crossed tighter across her chest.

Isn't she the cutest mikkian? Anyways, I think I'll be picking up that game in a few days or so when I have time to play."

"Hm?" She glanced from Shot to the mikkian, And back after a short pause. Then that little fanged smile crept back up
"Mhmm. You got taste, Slicer. I'll give you that"



"Just not in mandalorian food, It seems" She chuckled, Remembering the earlier comments.

"Just like our uh, Women... It's spicy. Usually got some meat on the bones, And well marinated once it reaches the table"

"Though my clan at least, Does a little better than a mess-hall. Mother actually has a tea room for us" She smiles before remembering something that saw it fade slowly "I can't have that back till we get this chip sorted"

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[Shot Sutaz]

"Hm, probably heard that thanks to my old Denon street rep. I did a lot of work with darkwire over that way. Sadly, Darkwire's gone sorta silent lately. Couldn't hold out against the corporate machine I suppose." She herself? She was still fighting. She would get her revenge, someday. Making friends with a mandalorian clan would certainly be helpful in that regard. Another reason why she agreed to do this. Plus, though she had never had a mother herself, being an orphan was not something she'd wish upon anyone.

The deathstick she had earlier was sitting in an ash tray on the coffee table by her couch, smoke. The microwave beeps, and the nautolan takes the food package out and makes her way over to the couch. She sets the food down on the coffee table in front of Tayl before picking up her deathstick and sitting in the leather recliner across from her visitor, one leg crossed over the other. "Hm, then it was a good shot. Though it's to be expected from someone of your...." She gestures to Tayl with the cigarette between her fingers. "Culture." She then pauses, placing the cigarette between her teeth to take a drag of smoke. "For most this would be unhealthy, the organs that this would effect are long gone. I suppose that's an advantage....in a twisted way." She shrugs. "Visual recordings...1313...I'm gonna search deeper than that. Anything and everything, don't you worry." She nods in agreement to Tayl's mumbling. This was a serious matter after all.

Sutaz grins widely, showing off her own sharp teeth. "Of course I have taste. Isn't part of being a millionaire knowing what aesthetic to go for?" She raises a hairless brow before winking playfully. It's odd seeing a nautolan blink, they don't do it often mostly because they don't need to, but the eyelids can be used to convey emotions and expressions that other non nautolan sentients would have issues understanding otherwise.

She leans over to tap her death stick on the rim of the ash tray, causing the ashes at the tip to sprinkle into the tin. "I prefer meat myself. Though it's mostly fish. My species is most acclimated to water after all, and cephalopods are one of the natural preys of most fish. I'm partial to Alderaanian salmon. Has a nice texture to it." With ashes now in the tray, she leans back in her seat. She smiles warmly in regards to the statement about the tea room. "Then let's get that chip sorted, yea? You'll have your mom back before you know it."

Tae'l Vizsla

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

Tag: Shot Sutaz

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"Darkwire? Name sounds familiar, Yeah" She takes a seat on the couch as Sutaz moves to the recliner across from her, Setting her helmet aside and leaning back with one arm over the back while she waits for the food to cool. Her gaze seems entirely focused on the slicer the entire time, Having already scanned her surroundings upon entry.

There would be little in response except the occasional nods here and there while they discussed business, Though a more appreciative nod was reserved for Shot's compliments toward's her aim.
Though it seemed like her shooting wasn't the only thing the slicer appreciated.

"Of course I have taste. Isn't part of being a millionaire knowing what aesthetic to go for?" She raises a hairless brow before winking playfully.

It took a moment, But she began to recline in her seat as she put two and two together, That subtle but mischievous smile making it's return,
Albeit outmatched by the nuatolan's own serrated grin.

"I prefer meat myself. Though it's mostly fish. My species is most acclimated to water after all, and cephalopods are one of the natural preys of most fish. I'm partial to Alderaanian salmon. Has a nice texture to it."

"With that smile of full o' blades like that, I should have guessed" She said, Taking another glance at those little blades "Never knew Nautolans had teeth like that either. It's uh, Quite aesthetic in of itself" She winked in poor imitation of her host.

When it came time to fork over the chip however, She was quick to focus on the task at hand as usual, Pulling a small metal case out of her belt pouch and starring into it for a moment. It was a very protective looking case made from durasteel and plated in some kind of black finished. Within of course was the modified experience chip, Neatly packed away in the padded interior.

She found herself looking at her own reflections as she slid her thumb across the surface. Funny to think of the gambit she was playing at; This little black box would either lead to her mother's freedom, Or turn into another dead end.

"Whatever you need in exchange, I'll get it taken care of. Somehow" She leaned forward and tossed it haphazardly to Sutaz before moving on to the food, Checking to see if it had cooled yet.

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[Shot Sutaz]

"Prominent hacker gang on Denon. Did some work with them for a while." She states. That was really all she had to say on the matter, or perhaps what she wanted to say. It was hard to tell. Those deep black eyes made Nautolans hard creatures to read. Sutaz had used this to win more than her share of poker games. "Used to have a girl I liked over in darkwire, well, sorta. Either way, it's the past. Didn't work out." She shrugs.

"If I'm being honest, I'm still getting used to this millionaire thing. It's a....recent development. Not even sure what to do with this much credits, Though, it's certainly a welcome change from being a street urchin." She pauses to take yet another drag from her deathstick. "Maybe I'll start a crime syndicate. That could be interesting."

She chuckles slightly, leaning her head back in her chair as she blows smoke up into the air. Yet again, one of those small machines sucks the smoke up so that none of it would end up in Tayl's face. "We are a cephalopod species at home in the water. I'm glad we're meat eaters. What do we have to eat otherwise....kelp?" She shrugs. "Seaweed? Sounds fuckin gross in my opinion. I hear people wrap stuff in seaweed. Why? Then again, I suppose I've never had to worry about being diet friendly."

Sutaz leans forward as she starts to get out the chip, those deep black eyes of hers following the metal case, though it's hard to exactly tell due to the lack of pupils. It was obvious that whatever this was, it was precious. Sutaz would be sure to be careful with it, and to get all the info she could. This might be the Vizla's only hope of finding their Alor after all.

"Ah yes, what I want in exchange. I think you'll find what I have in mind to be...quite fun. Your whole house in fact." She catches the case without even looking away from Tayl while she speaks. "Basically. I crack this chip and find mommy Vizla...and well. There's a corporate child slavery ring on Denon that needs shutting down, along with the corporation that runs it. I'm making plans, calling favors, getting things into place. Having a mandalorian house behind me when the time comes would be quite the help." She grins. "But I need some assurance that you'll be behind me when the time comes, and I know you don't exactly have the authority to make that choice. So, can you take me to who can? I'll get us first class tickets on a luxury cruiser to wherever, and I'll crack the chip along the way. I promise." She offers her hand to shake.

Tae'l Vizsla

 

[Tae'l Vizsla]

Tag: Shot Sutaz

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So rich girl hand't been rich girl for long. In fact, This seemed to be the beginning of the young entrepreneur's rise to power. Possibly a future employer? Someone that didn't hurt to be in their good graces at the very least.
She didn't like the idea of being in debt of course, But it was a debt she figured would be easily paid.

Tayl leaned forward, Nodding slowly as she grasped the nautolan's hand firmly.

"You have my word as a warrior of the old way. I will bring you to the clan meeting in a few rotations, And if they aren't feeling as negotiable, Well..." She gazed firmly into the nautolan's deep black eyes "I promise you that I will fight under your banner when the time comes."

After decrying her oath, The smaller Vizsla leaned back in her seat with crossed arms.

"Our house won't abide Slavery. Certainly not if... When Aloy returns. I hear she had some kinda score to settle with slavers"

There was a distant look in her eye as she glanced away at nothing in particular. But of course, The smell of her food she'd left unattended brought her attention back to the table, Sliding her food closer and beginning to take little bites here and there.
"You know, I was born on an ocean world myself. My instructors taught me to spear fish to survive down there, So I reckon we've similar tastes. Though I admit, I've never had anything with seaweed that wasn't part of a ration bar"

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