The Totally Very Legal Acquirement of a Ship (PM if you wish to join)

[The Crow]

Carwion sat waiting in a bar on Nar Kreeta in its capital city. He had made a deal with a somewhat unknown person to acquire a ship by almost legal means, he chuckled to himself, of course it wasn’t legal. Why else would he need his newly bought slicer equipment, Flex-armor, interface visor and two ear-comlinks. He was really looking forward to getting going but he was still waiting for his partner. His partner was not yet late of course because Cawrion had arrived early to get the layout of the place in case his new “friend” was not trustworthy, although he was not worried about it, he had gotten in contact with though good and reliable sources, sources he didn’t necessarily trust but knew they didn’t want to betray him.

Cawrion had found 4 ships that would be good for what he had in mind, but they all had different levels of security and therefore also different levels of usefulness. But this decision was not only up to him, he had after all a partner this time, and if all went well they would probably end up working together for some time. Not usually his style but he missed to be able to actually trust anyone, never truly knowing that at least one person had his back around him. He hoped that this person could be him. But this had to wait, first the ship, then he would find out his partner’s trustworthiness. Cawrion leaned back in his chair in the dark corner of the bar and held his casually on the silenced Death Hammer just in case the guy meeting him was trouble or that he himself or the other had other enemies around looking to kill him. He had decided that even though he didn’t yet know the guy, he would at least try to keep him alive if anyone were to try anything. For that was after all the best way of starting a friendship.

[member="Atin Vendet"]

 

[Atin Vendet]

Atin Vendet made his way into the agreed upon meeting zone, and found a wall to place his back to. People found on the more criminal aspects of the holo net were not to be trusted, but that's where somebody had to look if they lacked a certified license of the BHG. He looked unassuming, the best a mandalorian could (Which was not much). The man fiddled with his westar M-5, adjusting various settings, before tapping a mechanical chunk on his shoulder. "Oi. Deezee. Wake up.", he commands, the crimson eye of a small probe droid lifting from it's power save mode. "I need you to tag anybody in here you see with a blaster.", he says, the little droid lazily responding via an aknowledgement light in his HUD. A few individuals would pop up every now and then.

He was looking for a ship, and dead set on having a more stable life. Paying for public transport caused issues when bringing in cargo, or attempting to drop off the grid to interact with fellow 'watchers'. A voice spoke up from the counter. "Get that droid out of here!", a basilisk barked at him. A few short moments later, the probe droid moseyed out the door, providing an outside video feed, but ultimately diminishing it's capabilities inside a place like this. Atin groaned in annoyance, and looked around.

One fellow looked like the kind of man he was looking to team up with,[member="Cawrion Chyrox"] , and he plopped down in an apposing chair. Most criminal organizations had a code phrase for things. For an arms dealer, it was something along the lines of 'I'm looking to spend some credits. I've got some number between 400 to 600 to invest.' However, in this case, he spoke differently. "Looking to procure some transport out of here. Heard you were the right person to talk to.", the man says, through a voice filter. There was no reason to trust so easily, and that might be the biggest thing to hammer out in the plan. He sat one gloved hand on the table, as he leaned back to look relaxed. The other, however, sat lazily near his sidearm, under the table.

 

[The Crow]

Carwion saw the man enter at once, he smiled as the man came closer, he looked like someone who could handle himself. As the man said down and said his line Cawrion responded “That is correct sir, although acquiring the transportation may be a little challenge.” From one of his large inside coat pockets he took forth a small data pad, there was no need to beat around the bush, they both knew why they were and everyone in the bar were likely doing their own shady things and had no time paying attention to what was displayed on the data pad.

On the data pad were listed 4 ships with their functions, locations and the security around them, he had listed them from easiest to hardest to take.

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/23358-tachyon-class-light-freighter/
Solid ship, easily modified, hardly any protection

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/55450-ghtroc-8675-light-freighter/
Somewhat flexible, not very protected

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52544-t40-heavy-transport-freighter/?hl=freighter
Definitely the most flexible ship, but somewhat protected

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/20738-yx-1224-bearclaw/?hl=freighter#entry263555
This one only has a maximum crew of one, so any extra passengers or crew we may pick up and cargo may an issue

“So which one would you like to ride into the sunset?”

[member="Atin Vendet"]



As he waited for him to read it his comlink beeped, he saw there was a message from another mandalorian [member="Verd Skirata"] He wanted to join in, he thought for a second and thought that with one more person they may be able to get away with more than just one lonely ship, playing this right they could get away with two, first stealing one, flying to a second hangar and steal a second one, then bailing out and fleeing to another system where they could turn of any tracking and re-register them and selling one of them, it would give them a nice profit. He looked up at the mandalorian in front of him “hey, what do you think about making this even more interesting, I have a third man who just contacted me, he wants in. So I’m thinking, if we are already stealing one ship, why leave it at that. If we are three, we could steal one ship and fly it to another ship, you and me get off while the third flies the already stolen one for backup firepower, we steal ship number two. Then we have two ships and we can sell the one leaving each of us with a sizable amount of profit. What do you think?”

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd Skirata had already been on the planet for some time when through some less than legitimate sources had turned up across his path. They were talking about a man who was planning on stealing a ship and he did want a way off this planet, but his only other option was currently impounded for his failing to pay to park on a landing pad. He followed the men to where he could identify the man they were talking about. [member="Cawrion Chyrox"] who was sitting in a booth in a bar. Instead of just going up to the man and asking him if there really was a job to take on, he instead started using his hud and datapad in conjunction to narrow down comlink frequencies in his location. He had to play ot safe today. He still wanted to bail his ship out later so avoiding the law would be necessary. He then saw another man walk into the bar and immediately walk over to the booth and say something about a ship. This confirmed his suspicions and at that moment he managed to single out the comlink of the man. He quickly typed out "I heard you were the one to talk to about aquiring some transportation."

 

[NightSister]

Azalyn walked into the bar and sat down beside [member="Cawrion Chyrox"] and [member="Atin Vendet"] just as they began to discuss the plan.
"Make sure you don't leave me out," she said cheerfully, signalling the bartender. "Now, why don't we all get to know each other over drinks and then get down to business? I want the ship that can fetch the most money on the black market, but if that's taken we can negotiate. Thank you," she said as they were served. "Unless of course, you have a plan already. In that case, just brief me and we'll be off." She leaned back and sipped her drink.

 

[The Crow]

[SIZE=10.5pt]A little nervous at the sight of a women just sitting down at the table and saying she was here for the job. Pointing the gun at her under the table he said “Sure, we can get to know each other, but first I would like for you to tell me how it is you came about the information of this job and from who? I am not too fond of surprises, and it looks like we should move this meeting.” Looking around the bar he saw the man that had contacted him just a minute before, he assumed he had been close when he send the message “Why don’t you and the mandalorian over at the bar, “ [/SIZE][member="Verd Skirata"] [SIZE=10.5pt]“ [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]go fix a private room, check it for bugs and me and my business associate will join you as soon as we have come to an agreement, okey?”[/SIZE]


[member="Atin Vendet"]
[member="Azalyn Falconer"]

 

[NightSister]

Azalyn smiled. "I'm observant, that's all you need to know. Don't worry, I won't hurt you until I'm hired to do so - or if you try and hurt me. I'll go get that private room, shall I?" She stood up, towering over the others, and strode over to the Mandalorian. It didn't take long for her to be given what she wanted - persuasion was a talent she had learnt early in her career - and as soon as she was in the room, she sorted out her gadgets and weapons and began to scan the room. Spotting a small microphone behind the door hinge, she shot at it with her pistol and signaled from outside the door for the others to come in.

 

[Verd Skirata]

Verd saw the woman get up from the table, and within a few seconds had aqquired the use of one of the back rooms of the bar. And in less than a minute he heard a blaster shot and she stepped out motioning for him and the other man who seemed to be in charge of the transport op to come in.

He slowly stood up and keeping one hand near his two pistols he strode over in that direction. "What's up?" he asked straight to the point. He seemed to get the vibe that the woman, [member="Azalyn Falconer"] was the all business no play type. Walking into the room not worried too much about looking at the woman behind him as his helmet's hud allowed him to see 360 degrees, he saw the bug that had been shot and decided to do a scan for himself. Using his helmets electromagnetic scanners, he scanned the contents of the room, quickly locating one more bug in the wall. He punched his crush gauntlet through the wall grabing and disposing of the last bug his scanners could pick up in the room.

Looks like its time for an op breifing.

[member="Cawrion Chyrox"]

 

[NightSister]

"Whoops, think I missed that one," Azalyn said, smiling ruefully. She put her pistol back into her belt. "Must've been the champagne. We have the room for as long as we need it, so get the others in here and we can get the plan going."

 

[Atin Vendet]

Atin Vendet stared blankly, as he was about to speak, when [member="Azalyn Falconer"] walked up to the table. He remained quiet, until she left to obtain a room, his hand on the hilt of his pistol in case she chose to make the wrong sort of move. Blackmail was a thing, and so he recorded the ongoing conversation, sending the recording to his droid to upload to the authorities, should something happen to him, along with his video feed. Perhaps he'd have something on her later, as she'd been the only one to openly mention the black market. A gunshot erupted from the back room, maybe causing them trouble with the owner of the place later. For now, there were more important things to attend to. He added this information to a critical backlog of self assurances.

Another Mandalorian caught his eye, wisely silent, and wisely cautious. [member="Verd Skirata"] was proficient, and likely true to the objective. He made a mental note of him, unsure which side of the political spectrum he belonged. Atin figured that both members were proficient in their given jobs. Once both had left, he spoke up to the one who he had made contact with initially. He waited until both were out of earshot, or communications devices, before offering a private channel for encrypted communication to [member="Cawrion Chyrox"]

"Interesting crowd we've picked up. I'd suggest two per objective. The T40 Heavy Transport Freighter might sell for the most on the open market, having a wide variety of counter measures. We falsify the IFF, falsify the documents, and then sell it. Neither of these hot craft need to remain in our possession. We hock them on Nar, or some other backwater world, then pick ourselves up a legitimate craft.", he states. "The woman with the black market contacts would be a good backup, but we'll need to ensure she's not setting us up. Everybody has secrets, but that's the sort of confidence that baits somebody to ask. If she proves problematic, there are plenty of ditches between here and Nar...Her 'knowing' something and 'being observant' sounds like a veiled threat"

He paused.

"That said. Send them after the bear claw. We'll meet up with both, and see if you can get us some extra security, space side, for when both teams meet up. The T40 certainly can't trade blows with it, but is what we need in the long run. Afterwards, we get rid of BOTH, and find outself something a bit more capable", the man says. He returns to normal chat, and would get up from his seat, calling his droid to his shoulder. Deezee moved, and perched in his usual spot. The Mandalorian would move towards the back room, taking a seat in a far corner.

 

[The Crow]

Cawrion sat and thought through the other man’s suggestion, it was a good plan it would give them quite a lot of cash and it would be a perfect way of testing out all his new acquaintances. If they were trustworthy and as good as they looked or at least thought they were this could be a semi regular business, or maybe just the start of his own backup liners. Working with the black ties that one night and seeing how they are evolving, a group of mercenaries, thugs and drug dealers growing large and controlling from the back lines. Although he didn’t real fancy being a part of a big gang of people, he did like the way they didn’t advertise their presence, just lurking in the background. However, if he were to join them he wouldn’t want to be their gunman, he wanted to be among the top leaders and that required him to have his own men and women, his own operation. This could be the start of it, a wonderful start, if those among him now were willing and trustworthy that was.

Nodding to [member="Atin Vendet"] both went into the private room, Cawrion shutting and locking the room behind him. “Okey people listen up. You all apparently know why you are here; I didn’t try to advertise this OP but it seems that you all found your way here nonetheless. So the original plan was to get hold of a ship, taking care of its IFF, papers and other things and then to keep it as our own. However, us now being 4 instead of 2 gives us an opportunity and it gives you a personal opportunity.” He looked around at them, downed some of his drink and continued. “Tomorrow we are going to steal two ships, me and [member="Atin Vendet"] will steal a T40 Heavy Transport Freighter located at one of the space ports, shortly after you two” He pointet to [member="Verd Skirata"] and [member="Azalyn Falconer"] and sliding the datapad with the information over at them “While you take the Bear Claw, it’s located at a private hanger just outside the city limits. It belongs to a local politician; this means that there will be somewhat heavy security so don’t get cocky. The idea is that we all will depart at the same time, giving us a head start. That means is that when you two get to the ship we will be there as support fire in the likely case that there will be a rapid response unit designated to the private hanger”

Cawrion paused for a bit while he finished his drink “After you get your ship going we all fly away to some planet to fix the falsifications of the paperwork and all that, then we’ll find a place to sell them, it shouldn’t be hard especially with your contacts” He gestured towards [member="Azalyn Falconer"] "After we have sold the ships we split the profit equally, 25% each, no bullpoodoo about taking a bigger part because a set up the job. That was OUR opportunity, your opportunity comes now. I have some new contacts at the Black Ties, I’ll be putting together my own crew to eventually work under their flag, or at least that is the plan. If you work well tomorrow, you can become a part of that crew, stealing ships or doing other jobs of other profit. I’ll always be fair when it comes to sharing profit, always equally no matter who brings what, that will be my core. If you are interested, I’ll keep you at the top of my contact list and ake sure to call you first when anything else comes up. Everything sound good?”

He sat down, leaned back and put his feet on the table. “Also let’s make one thing sure, trust is earned just as credits. But know this, if you cross me in any way including but not limited to setting up a trap, taking the ship for yourself or TRYING to kill me, you will regret it and a good future of swimming in credits will disappear, so don’t be stupid and don’t be greedy, because that is all that can truly take your down" ​Then he grinned at them, looking forward to tomorrows action.

 

[NightSister]

"I'm about as trustworthy as anybody else in my profession, but as long as I get my quarter you'll have no trouble from me. I understand that some of you may have trouble believing that, but I honestly have no need to make more enemies and every reason to have some..." she paused, considering the right word,"...allies. As long as nobody tries to sell me out, we can all part as friends and maybe even do something like this again another time." Azalyn smiled in a way that said it would be extremely unwise to try and sell her out. "I'll see you all tomorrow, then."

 

[The Crow]

Cawrion sighed look at [member="Atin Vendet"] and turned to the women “Ey there spazzy, calm down, first of all we are not done here, you don’t know what planet we are going to for selling, you probably don’t have the correct slicer equipment, you don’t have any way of contacting any of us if anything goes wrong” He threw the comlink to the second [member="Verd Skirata"] “and last an absolutely not least, YOU don’t threaten ME!” And he slammed his Death Hammer on the table for emphasis. “Know that if you won’t play nice, you don’t play, if you are ready to act professionally and not like a backstreet thug you are welcome to stay, if not… I am afraid that I can’t permit you to leave this room” he gestured to the two Mandalorians “I am sure you know that Mandalorians are an honourable people that won’t turn on someone without a reason, and if I am not wrong, correct me if I’m wrong lads, they wouldn’t really mind if you stopped being a part of this mission, sure it would be harder, but on a mission like this some level of trust is important and your childish cockiness can get someone killed.”


[member="Azalyn Falconer"]

 

[Atin Vendet]

Atin Vendet stepped in front of the door, and held his westar M-5 at the low ready, upon Cawrion's orders. He flipped off the safety. "You walked in out of nowhere, and gave a veiled threat.", he pauses. "Being observant isn't all he needs to know. You're on his op, and his time. What we need is insurance.", he says, through his voice scrambler. "So. I'll paint this black and white. I'm going to get a DNA sample from you. You're right. You /ARE/ as trustworthy as some in your profession, which is not at all.", he adds.

The man taps his foot behind him, closing the door. "You'll get your ship. You'll get your pay. However, You pull a fast one, and not only do the authorities get your involvement, but a complete DNA Record of you.", he adds. "If something happens to me, or my contractor, the word goes out via automation.", he adds. The man motions over to the wall. "After this, we can all move with a level of certainty.", he remarks. He anticipates her trying to move for a weapon, and has the held action of opening fire near immediately, if she attempts to draw.

[member="Cawrion Chyrox"] | [member="Azalyn Falconer"] | [member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[NightSister]

"You seem to have misunderstood," Azalyn said calmly, barely acknowledging the tension in the air. "I can't understand why anyone would risk their reputation, their job and potentially their life when the alternative is a few friends and a heavier wallet. I take my job very seriously and simply wanted to make sure I wasn't cheated of my money. As for how much he needs to know - if I told everyone who hired me where I get my information, how far do you think I'd have gotten in this career?" She looked satisfied at the silence. "Not everyone in the business is as fair as you appear to be. I don't need you as my enemies, but at the same time I can hardly trust people I just met with my resources, can I? Now please, put the gun down and I'll take your DNA test."

 

[The Crow]

Grinning at [member="Azalyn Falconer"] he gave his gun a spin and put it back in its holster “just show some respect in the future, you are under my employment means that you don’t get betrayed, or at least find solace in that the one that betrays will not be let’s say liked very much. But as we have that cleared out. Do in fact know how to use a computer spike or something close to that for both getting into the hanger and the ship?” He was really happy that [member="Atin Vendet"] had been so quick on the uptake, this would do the good in the future.

[member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[Atin Vendet]

Atin Vendet shrugged. Nobody lived long in this profession with trust or kindness. Deception is a right, innocence is a luxury, and truth is a privilege. He allowed DeeZee to move forward, and his droid to collect the sample, as he watched the process. (If she permitted.) Afterwards, the sample would be uploaded to a secure database elsewhere via encryption from the droid. Only when secure, if she co-operated, would he lower his weapon.

"Now. We've all got our assurances. You know we're involved in this plot, and we've got links to your involvement as well. Everybody can go home a little richer.", he says through his voice scrambler. "We all go down in the burning ship together, if that's what it takes."

The man left her be. His role in that part was over. As far as he was concerned, she was no longer a liability to his well being. It paid to hold all the cards. His voice had not been heard, his face had not been seen, and he could repaint his armor and bug out of this, if things got Iffy. The Toothy visored Mandalorian leaned against a back wall, and switched to a secure channel, before handing out THAT information for team communications.

[member="Azalyn Falconer"] | [member="Verd Skirata"]

 

[NightSister]

Although she was relieved that the gun was down and the deal was still on, Azalyn gave no sign that anything had changed. "I have a basic knowledge of most mechanics and if we need equipment you can probably find it somewhere on my ship. Anything else?"

 

[The Crow]

“Then I’m good for now, I’ve got all I need, I just need to know that you do. Meet us in this bar again tomorrow morning and since you say you have black market contact, contact them so we can sell these ships quickly after we have them, just in case the owners choose to follow closely behind us and pick our trail up a little too quickly, the only thing I ask is to not say these things to your contacts, but then again I trust you are at the very least capable when it comes to contacting the worlds underbelly” He smiled and motioned to the door that if she had no more to say to him, he would see her at dawn, when it was ready for action.

[member="Azalyn Falconer"]
[member="Atin Vendet"]

 

[Atin Vendet]

With that, Atin had finished his business here. Each had a role to play. He left the room, after a court nod to his compatriots. Tonight he would be scouting out his designated target, and finding a good window of opportunity. The Death Watch soldier had I'll qualms about the amoral, but had no reason for unnecessary risk. He seemed confident that the team would do its part.[member="Cawrion Chyrox"][member="Azalyn Falconer"]