Working for the Hutts [ Yutan ]

[inactivechar01]

Never draw attention.

That's the first rule when smuggling something. Especially when it concerned the capital of the Galactic Republic.

On board the freighter with him was the pilot of the ship and a bucket head - [member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"]. Why would the damn Hutt hire a Mandalorian was beyond Augustus. Well, he had to make due with what was given to him. It was a well paying job, especially considering the risk. The outlaw had prepared himself with the necessary fake identity, not only by papers but visually dressed with a high street suit. Sunglasses covered his eyes, ready for the sun on Yutan.

"Remember, you are my bodyguard." He pointed at the Mandalorian, there was no other role he could play in Augustus' opinion. Mandalorians only knew how to fight. "And my name is Nethin Reyn. Mr. Reyn for you. We are here on a business trip."

The suit wearing criminal then turned towards the illuminator on which the planet Yutan appeared. Time to join in the traffic and obey the commands of flight control.

By the end of the day, Augustus planned on using well the cash on some entertainment.

 

[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Augustus Fel"]

" I am a trained sniper , mechanic, and I am the muscle of this operation, you can count on me to get this smuggling operation underway. To make things clear, we are partners on this mission, do not boss me around. Understood Mr.Reyn?" , the keshian was a well known success on the sand planet he came from, the farmer that became a successful mechanic, and warrior. He would be the muscle on this mission, the enforcer, his intimidating presence was enough to keep the wrong people out of the way. The mandalorian was wearing a muscle shirt , to show off his 200 pound athletic body, around his waist he carried his shotosaber , and heavy blaster pistol. He would not be wearing his beskaram , he did not want to attract attention when they came planet side. The planet Yutan would be the destination in which the goods would be smuggled, lovely , a republic controlled city planet, the mandalorian rather disliked the republic, considering the history between his people and them, it only seemed fair he get money screwing on old opponent .

 

[inactivechar01]

Augustus sighed. He was by far expecting such stubbornness from the Mandalorian, they were known for that trait. Yet, this Mandalorian either was new to the smuggling operations or had nails in his head. Eitherways, the heir of the Fel dynasty had to explain to him some basics when one is an outlaw.

"Look, you turn up in Galactic Republic Space looking like a trained sniper who is ready to obliterate their officials, it ain't gonna work nice for us. So listen up." He chewed his lip before he continued. " You are definitely going to be acting and introducing yourself as a bodyguard. Introducing yourself as a damn sniper ain't gonna work. The Pubs are paranoid and on high alert especially after their loses from the One Sith. You getting what I am saying ?"

The criminal wondered what parameters was the damn Hutt looking for when hiring people to do this crazy job. Within he knew that this would be a rather looong day ahead. Hopefully, all will work fine. He still got the trump card - a weird looking hat. If it came to verbal conflict with the Republic customs, Augustus had already planned his speech.

"We're almost in the range of being contacted by their flight control, boys." The pilot stated to Augustus and to the trained sniper.


[member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"]

 

[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Augustus Fel"]

The mandalorian nodded "You have a fair point arueliti , fine Ill be introduced as your bodyguard. " , the warrior may have pride, but he culd see to reason this man had obviously more experience. The pilot stated they were almost planet side , the bickering would stop at that, Bryanjar was serious, he always was when on the job. He was no nonsense, not long ago was he a farmhand , living pay check to pay check. While no longer living that life, one does not simply lose the working ethic he had, this quality was a quality worth keeping, its what made him a badass , one that could fight off tusken raiders alone to protect his elderly father that took him in . The on that made a life for himself after he died. It was money making time, and he certainly would do his part in the operation.

 

[inactivechar01]

Augustus was glad that his issue was sorted. Perhaps this job could run much more smoothly than the outlaw initially thought. The Mandalorian had understood the words of reason that the Fel heir had told him. At first, the criminal expected the Mandalorian to be by far more stubborn but thankfully that was not the case. From now on, they only had to deal with any possible Republic interventions. Otherwise, everything looked solid and perhaps the outlaw would certainly enjoy the company of a local missus tonight.

"Flight control's hailing. Opening up the line." The pilot announced and Augustus prepared to speak with the man on duty.

"This is Yutan Traffic Control. Freighter ID981XJHA, identify yourself and purpose of visit."

"Greetings, official of the Galactic Republic authorities. This is High Missionary Nethin Reyn, my purpose is of the business sphere. Aiming to introduce my religious wares to the humble sentients of Yutan."

Silence.

"Authorization to land granted. Sending flight path and coordinates of dock. Have a nice stay on Yutan." The communication channel was then cut and with a grin the pilot increased the thrust of the ship. Changing the trajectory to follow the flight path given by the traffic control.

"This was the easy part, fellas. Now onto the hard one." Augustus announced with a smirk. "Get yourself and your new identity ready, Mando." The criminal handed him forged documents of a very high quality level.

[member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"]

 

[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Augustus Fel"]

He smiled " The hard part Mr. Reyn ? I did not know you were the religious type . " , the athletic warrior chuckled briefly. Within a moments pause he was back to being serious, the blonde haired keshian could not believe he lost his seriousness. That usually never happened , whoever this charismatic individual was, he seemed very easy to work with. Perhaps the two could work together in the future, who knows? Aulfmaor's posture was perfect, " You seem like your experienced in this trade, glade to be working with someone competent, Looks like im blake ranieriz , never knew I looked like an alderanian low life....." , The fake identity was hilarious, a clearly low class alderanian name was give to a keshian , which while almost looking human, he clearly was not the sub species alderanian.

 

[inactivechar01]

"Yeah, quite the religious type." August chuckled as he prepared for what was to come next. A possible inspection of cargo was to be expected and he had to have his identity fraud on top notch. Republic customs were quite the annoying bunch to deal with. After the numerous recent victories claimed by the One Sith over the Galactic Republic, security would be a pain in the ass.

Well, a job's a job.

"Blake Ranieriz, the half-Keshian half-Alderani. You Keshians are too close to us humans for someone to bat an eye. Just leave the talking to me. If any blasting occurs, I will have to count on you." August shrugged. He had left his pistol behind on purpose. It was not something he liked at all but something that was necessary.

Hopefully the cargo would not be something that would attract rival criminals who would try and get it whatever the cost.

Not much to hope for.

--

The ramp opened up and the duo left the ship only to be greeted by two Republic customs employees. A dozen feet behind them were stationed two armed Republic guards. Certainly, Yutan had changed since his last visit. They might be expecting a terrorist attack or something along those lines. That might make this operation easier or harder.

"Hello, Mr. Reyn. We are required to go through your ship." One of them said.

"Just in case." The other one added.

"Ah but of course, the ship is all yours to check. Out of precaution my bodyguard and I would like to join your search." August said with a deep tone and a welcoming gesture.

--

Back on the ship.

"Whats in these boxes ?"

"Wait, I will open 'em up."

"HERESY!!" August's voice boomed halting the custom employees. "WHAT IS THIS INTRUSION UPON MY RELIGION?"

"We didn't mean-"

"I BELIEVED THE REPUBLIC WAS OF DEMOCRATIC NATURE, I BELIEVED THAT I MIGHT FIND A PLACE WHERE I WOULD NOT BE PERSECUTED OR DISCRIMINATED BECAUSE OF MY RELIGION."

"No, we didn'"

"DO YOU SEE THIS HAT, CITIZEN OF THE REPUBLIC?" August pointed at his hat, his voice was full of rage. "I AM A HIGH MISSIONARY OF THE KROTH CULT OF THE LIGHT." That last thing was such an imagination that August was close to laughing and breaking his disgusise.

"Alright, alright." The official stood up and then gestured to his collegue. "Let's go. Welcome to Yutan, Mr. Reyn. Enjoy your stay."

The two left with a whisper.

Lunatic.

[member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"]

 

[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Augustus Fel"]

The mandalorian barely kept a straight face , seeing the look on the guards was hilarious . As a "bodyguard" , he made sure to escort them out , and close the the door behind them . Once no one else was in sight , the keshian uncontrollably laughed " Hahaha now thats what I call some funny karkin arse licking humor. Kroth Kult of the light? Are these guys dikuta's or what? I doubt thats even a religion hahahahaha. I like you aruliti, I like you. " , the hulk of a keshian sat there, in the corn of the automated door hatch thing. This is an adventure alright.

 

[Qamaria Nasha]

The cantina was filled with a loud, boisterous air that beat down upon those within the confines of the building with the heat of a crowd of bodies; each one varying in size, structure and species. Drinks flowed as freely as the shouted conversations did, the odd confrontation emerging from beings that would knock into one another would arise here and there which would result in the odd fist being thrown before the fighters would be pulled away by those that accompanied them, their friends not being willing to risk being evicted from the premise. Music, loud and annoying with a constantly repeating beat that easily snuck into someone's mind, blared from hidden speakers but even then it was drowned under the cacophony of voices. The pungent scent of cocktails, strong alcohol, cigarette smoke and the body odor of a collection of species accompanied the heat of the building in oppressing those within the confines.

At the back of the cantina, situated in a corner where not many stood or sat and the glaring lights embedded within the high ceiling of the building barely reach, casting a gloom that did not match the illumination of the rest of the cantina, sat a large male, over six and a half feet in height when standing tall and unslouching, slumped over a table, his arms bared by the shirtless sleeve he wore revealing pale skin covered in numerous thin scars and bulging muscles that spoke of the strength the large from contained. His hair was an ashen grey which was pulled back to hang over his shoulders, though the odd strand fell across his face, and two horns curled up from the sides of his forehead. Two rings pierced through his left pointed ear and caught in the feint light, their glinting visible across the room. At his waist, a vibrosword was hung while a simple blaster pistol was holstered bellow on his thigh. Currently, his hands were wrapped around a meal which was being torn into, pale teeth easily seen as the male tore at his food viciously and without manners while a glass of warm wine was set before him.

Sighing as he finished his meal, and paying no mind to the looks his feasting had garnered, Akkest Yiun, a Nur Caprine who had left his past on his homeworld behind to explore the greater galaxy, leant back in his seat as he fingered the silver band that wrapped around his right index finger. His pale lavender eyes, seemingly grey without close inspection, flickered across the boisterous crowds as he waited for the men he was supposed to meet to arrive. His current job, a well paying one at that, required him to meet up with the men and help them protect the goods they were to deliver from any two bit thug that sought to steal them or any other being that might take an interest. He had told the men as to what he looked like and where to meet him, but he had already been waiting for the them for a good hour, going by Yutan time, and was growing bored, impatient and annoyed.

Although, Akkest had to admit, he could have been left waiting in a worse location. Unlike the majority of cantinas that Akkest had frequented, most of them cheap dives or holes in walls, this one was relatively clean and spacious, foregoing the near customary spice addicted and selling idiot sitting at the bar. Yes, it still had the translucent blue displays of dancing Twi'leks and Togrutas as well as neon advertisements and music of poor taste and quality, but it was still better.

Twisting in his seat at the clearing of a throat, Akkest rose one eyebrow at the two males that stood next to him, his gaze flickering across them both, identifying what weapons they carried as well as trying to find any weak points. Without his facial expression changing from the stoic mask it currently was, Akkest spoke, his voice rough, deep and sounding as if it was being dragged over gravel, just two words before returning to facing the table and taking a large gulp of wine.

"You're late."


[member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"] | [member="Augustus Fel"]

OOC Note:
Hope that this is fine.

 

[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Akkest Yiun"]

He recognized this to be a warrior, the lethal sniper and warrior , could respect one of his stature. The lean, and mean Bryanjar spoke , in a less noticable tone " These dikuta's are slow as canon fodder , we got here as safely as possibly, best to keep the shipment secret then have some stupid karking arueliti bastard expose us. " , pausing for a moment he decided to speak in code , "This is Mr.Reyn, and I am Mr. Rainer , I believe everything is according to plan? " , the warrior of the mandode waited for a response. He knew how to get the message across without anything seeming suspicious, it seemed the associate hopefully was give the true identities, so to make sure there was no double crossing, from the looks of it, the other being may have been bigger and athletic, but Bryanjar was a mandalorian, and an elite athlete that trained with the majority of his spare time, only doing other tasks like hooking up, and sleeping. The lean, muscular , blonde haired , weird glowing blue eyed keshian had perfect posture, he was just as serious to get this going.

 

[inactivechar01]

Quite the cantina.

Much more luxury than expected for a meeting that was going to occur in a moment. Augustus was surprised. Was it perhaps out of caution ? New arrivals that directly go to the dirtiest place on planet would certainly be eyed with suspicion. The heir of Fel believed that the Hutt had his good reasons of why the transit of goods would happen here. The Keshian and him proceeded through the crowded corridors of the establishment. A few naughty eyes from various females made the criminal smirk. He was definitely having some fun tonight. Just as long as this operation was sealed and he gets paid.

Their walk took them to where the supposed contact was to be - a two horned Humanoid. Quite similar to the Iktotch species but different for sure. Augustus did not believe that he had seen the male's species before in his travels. Well, there was a first for everything. Furthermore, what made Augustus regret his decision to leave his pistol behind for this operation was the fact that the horned humanoid was armed. August did not feel really safe without his weapons. None at all, to be exact.

The near-human's comment on timing was replied to by the sniper. Augustus was now sure that the man was a rookie in criminal activities. Words such as expose and shipment were not the best combination when forming sentences in a crowded place. Despite the music, some ears were better adjusted than others. The Fel felt a strange shiver down his spine and decided that it was time to get to action. The sooner this job was done, the better.

"Alright, fella, let's do the thing we're here for." Augustus said, coldness in his tone. He would've been much more composed and friendlier in such situations but the shiver that ran down his spine was chilling.

[member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"] [member="Akkest Yiun"]

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Somewhere on Yutan...

"Are you really sure that this is the place?"

Travot looked the dilapidated commercial district up and down. He knew that most large cities had their slummy areas, yet he was still surprised at how bad it could get. The speeder garage looked like it had at one time been a rather classy place. It certainly seemed that its durasteel and glass had been at one time polished to a gleam, even though now its beams were speckled with rust and its panes riddled with irregular holes. He could see a pair of landspeeders on the inside, but neither seemed particularly modern or in good shape. The jedi turned his eyes to Feti, but the older man's eyes were on a speeder bike passing by.

"Is it an usual model?" asked Ravenna.

"What? Hm...no...not really I guess. He did have an interesting aftermarket air-scope put on it though that looks like it feeds a booster of sort. Maybe something for racing."

"Or something more illicit," suggested Travot.

Travot couldn't help but wonder if they were about to accidentally wander into some local swoop gang's hideout. Yet he could feel that Feti was certain that this was the spot. Travot cleared his mind and closed his eyes. He didn't immediately feel any danger, which comforted the intellectual side of his mind. He reached through the Force in an attempt to feel the intentions of the others in the area. There only seemed to be a pair of individuals in the speeder shop, and neither seemed to have a particularly threatening aura. Yet the cantina next to it seemed to be far more numerous presences and a diverse of feelings. I'll have to keep an eye on them...and anything that happens there could easily spill out into the shop or the streets...He realized that Feti was already strolling over to enter the shop. I guess he can't wait without me...well, this is his thing...Travot quickly strode up to follow behind him.

[member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"] | [member="Augustus Fel"] | [member="Akkest Yiun"]

 

[Qamaria Nasha]

A snarl twisted across Akkest's features, hidden from view as it was from the pair that stood behind him.

"Great, you're late and one's new to the game. Just my luck." The last three words were hissed under his breath as he glared at the more armoured one of the duo out of the corner of his eye. It was the height of foolishness to speak so brazingly about a job in a crowded place, especially a job which put them all comfortable on the wrong side of the law. "Take a seat." His words were accompanied by a nonchalant wave of his hand as he declined to answer "Mr Rainer"'s question.

Uncaring as to whether or not the two decided to follow his suggestion, Akkest continued to speak, his voice carefully controlled so that only the pair standing so close to him would over hear. "A new pair immediately head to a dive of a cantina, they're trouble. But, if they go to a more upscale one? If they meet someone who's been planetside for a good while now? A few drinks are shared? Maybe they're friends meeting up. So, order yourself a drink and keep your voices down, hide by being a part of the crowd. I got a bad feeling and we're playing this careful like."

Leaning back in his seat to gaze at the blonde, considering his next words carefully before deciding to roll the dice and see what turned up, hopefully he would be able to understand Akkest's next words. So, momentarily ignoring the armoured figure, choosing to focus on the job at hand, Akkest nodded his head at the blonde, his voice now louder than it had previously been, allowing any decent eavesdropper to listen, but no loud enough that it seemed fake. "You wouldn't happen to have any cigarettes on you, would you? Not much in the way of pings, so my job's been relatively quite and I'm bloody gasping. By the way, why did you bring an alecake with you and not a jack? I would think Aunt or Uncle would find out?"


[member="Travot Ravenna"] | [member="Augustus Fel"] | [member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"]
OOC Note:
Sorry that this took so long to get done and that it's so short. Anyway, Akkest is speaking Smuggler's Cant in the lat bit.

 

[inactivechar01]

Augustus smirked at the two-horned humanoid's complaints. He would really love to blast his face off his head. But the heir to the Fel had learned over the course of his criminal life that most of the crooks you meet have such attitude. Perhaps even the Rolling Stone had the same one but did not realize it. Either ways, there was something lingering in the air that did not feel right and it was not the arrogant contact they had just met. Cautiously, Augustus sat down facing their contact.

Impatience grew more and more within Augustus, he wanted this job done as soon as possible and useless chatter was not helping their efforts. When the two-horned man turned to Smuggler Cant, the outlaw's attention focused. He had not used it for six months, that was the last time he had smuggled something that needed talking in the smuggler's code. Augustus caressed his stubble before he replied while tossing a pack of cigarettes the man's way:

"Look, there's no place for Jack on Yutan, he's just gonna bring us to Uncle's cellar." The Fel explained to the contact why he had no blaster with him. He didn't like it but the reason was good enough. "Now, where's that nice hill cause I wanna get a twenty on a hammock. I am sure you would love to as well."

The outlaw certainly wanted to get this job done, especially since he was getting this ugly feeling going through his spine. Was it the Force ? He did not want to know. Staying away from it kept him safe from prying eyes. Taking back his cigarettes from the contact, Augustus lit up a cigarette for himself and then offered it to his partner - the man who acted as bodyguard.


[member="Akkest Yiun"] [member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"] [member="Travot Ravenna"]

OOC:

That's a pretty neat thing - the Smuggler's Cant - I don't play SWTOR so I didn't know it lol. Makes RPing with smugglers by far much better and more special. Thanks!

 

[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Augustus Fel"]
[member="Travot Ravenna"]
[member="Akkest Yiun"]


The keshian usually never smoked, but considering the atmosphere, he took one and followed suit with his partner. Puffing out fumes extremely quickly, as if the mandalorian was inexperienced using a joint. It was a fathom sight, many would laugh at him if they were experienced smokers , it was just to funny to see. A weird individual walked into the area, "Look at the guy just entering, with funky colors like that, and from the looks of his friends, they dont look to be good for the operation. " , the warrior wanted to be the snarky attitude out of the horned individual, but this was not the time or place . It was true , he was quite an idiot when it came to criminal activities, but he needed a new sniper, a better sniper then what he had. Popo produced a military grade sniper that the republic military once used. One that was an actual blaster instead of a slug thrower , blasters were easier to take care of , and had a more abundance in ammo. The damage rate on this weapon and range? Was overpowered, something combined with his marksmanship would certainly devastate any getting in his way.

 

[Qamaria Nasha]

Grunting softly at "Mr Reyn"'s words, quickly running the translation through his mind as soon as the softly spoken words reached his ears so as not to fall behind in the conversation, Akkest accepted one of the cigarettes, leaving it hanging between thin, pale lips. One hand dropped to the hilt of his vibroblade while the other rubbed against his chin, eyes now fixed over the shoulders of the pair sat before him and on the beings entering the cantina.

"The hill is about a klick north of here, a bo cellar beneath an old warehouse. I assume that you've got some sort of transportation for the turkey, one that'll keep it quiet?" Akkest's voice as hushed as he spoke, his purple eyes never leaving the small, if boisterous, newcomers who, judging form their behaviour, had already spent the better half of their days deep into their cups and were currently looking for a fight.

Pushing himself to his feet, Akkest unholstered the blaster at his side and set it on the table next to "Mr Reyn", using his body to hide the action from the rest of the cantina. "Jack might end up with us in Uncle's cellar, but those newcomers, they're looking for trouble, trouble we don't want nor need, so keep Jack with you for now. We're going to try and avoid this, so keep your heads down and mouths shut, but I'm not loosing someone on a job as mundane as this. Understood?"

Akkest stared down at the pair, one eyebrow raised, at his last word for a few seconds, imploring them to follow what he said, before shuffling forwards into the thriving crowd, focused on leaving the cantina without any trouble and hoping that the two would see sense enough to follow after him. Though, he did not care as to whether or not "Mr Reyn" picked up the blaster he had left behind, it was one that he had been meaning to replace for a while and if it was lost on a table in some cantina, then so what.


[member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"] | [member="Augustus Fel"] | [member="Travot Ravenna"]
OOC Note: Bryanjar, I'm assuming that the "weird individual" you mentioned isn't Travot since he's entered the speeder garage next door to the cantina.

 

[inactivechar01]

Augustus did not like the man the minute he saw, neither did he like him now. Dictating around like he owned the place was something that genetically did not fit one of the Fel lineage. When the two-horned contact assumed that the duo had transportation for the goods, the outlaw nodded. He'd started with the religious act, he will go with it until this damn job was done. Hopefully, that would be quite soon. Get the goods, move 'em to that warehouse and then he could come back somewhere around to relax with the cash. Doesn't sound hard one bit at all but the bad feeling stuck in the back of his neck was still not leaving him.

While his partner was showing his dislike towards a newly entered patron of the establishment, the criminal had put his on head on wondering what had brought this odd feeling that was running down his spine. His eyes looked around but nothing hinted to him that it was the cause of it. Whatever it was, August hoped it would soon resolve itself.

As the men began to stand up to leave, August's eyes narrowed down to the blaster that was offered to him. With just a glimpse at the two-horned man while he was talking, August took the blaster quickly checking that it did have any ammo. Then, he tactfully put it on the back of his waist, hidden by his suit's blazer. The outlaw could not refuse being armed, not with that cursed feeling running down his spine.

"Let's just get to it already." August said sourly, tired of the contact's never endless lecture. He'd been a long time in the underworld, he just hoped the newer one would heed the words.

Without a word more, the blonde took forward in the steps of their contact headed towards the exit of the cantina. The cold feeling still strong at the back of his neck. Whatever it was, Augustus did not like it. He did not want to tap into the Force at all, especially not on Yutan.

[member="Akkest Yiun"] [member="Bryanjar Aulfmaor"] [member="Travot Ravenna"]

 

[Bryanjar Aulfmaor]

[member="Augustus Fel"]
[member="Akkest Yiun"]
[member="Travot Ravenna"]


OOC: Yes.

The mandalorian rose from his seat, the fact that those weird individuals were here was not good. Apparently , in order to enter the warehouse , the needed to stop by a swoop shop. Looking at the surroundings , it just did not seem right, as a sniper , he was trained to examine his surroundings, there were to many people, and now the group had to go by more people? The operation already was sensitive , and now they had to hurry and move the shipment without being seen, the keshian examined the swoop shot in the infrared spectrum, as many from his race could simply do at ease, it look like a jedi was there, inspecting the area, there was definitely a lightsaber amongst him, the keshian whispered to the blonde about to walk in , stoping him with his arm, "We have somone armed with a lightsaber in the swoop shop, how are we suppose to karken get past a jedi? What do we karken do? "