Yalara Heist

[Desmond C'artyom]

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Desmond C’artyom wandered through the back alleys of Nar Shaddaa. A glamorous world known for its vices. Desmond was to meet his crew at one of the many seedy bar’s here. As he made his way through the dimly lit trash strewn alley he approached a durasteel door. He knocked three times and beady eyes peered out at him through a peep hole. The sentient studied him for a moment then the Gamorrean opened the door for him.​

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It took a moment for Des’s eyes to adjust as the light within the bar contrasted with the dimly lit alley. He walked into the tavern and observed the bar that was the Twisted Rancor. tables lay astrewn, men were passed out on the floor, nut shells covered everything, sticky liquids stuck to his boots and the tables looked as though they hadn’t been cleaned in a century. The place was a Dive with a capitol D. Des picked a rather secluded booth in the corner.​

As he began to sit a Trandoshan approached the booth. He thrust a gun against Des's side and they both sat in the booth.​

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“Lookie lookie a little Chiss far from home,” The lizard hissed. Desmond eyed the Trandoshan carefully. Crossk was his name and he worked for Causstik Rahn. A slaver whom Desmond owed a great deal of money.​

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“Now, now Crossk. I’ll have the money soon! All right! Trust me pateesa, here comes my crew now!”​

Desmond cried as his heist team began to trickle in.​

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"I got big money coming in! Trust je!" Des spoke in his bastardized Huttese.​

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[member="Lark"], [member="Jen"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"], [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]​

 

[Jen]

Outside the dingy bar, the metallic sounds of engine roar would be heard as Jennifer drove down the alley and towards the cantina in which she would meet the rest of the team that had been hired for the heist. Soon, she reached the Twisted Rancor and slowly the metallic thumping lowered in pace.

Parking the Sterling -her speeder- besides the bar provoked quite a lot of glances from crowd that constantly streamed down the passageway. Some was simply irritated by the noise that had reverberated powerfully through the alley until the speeder was turned off, while others were scared by the sight of a speeder that judging from its tons of illegal modifications had to be gang related.

Not seeming to mind the looks, Jennifer lazily returned the gazes while she took off her brain bucket and hung it over the handlebars of her bike, her amber eyes scanning the moving stream of blurred faces for a second before she unsaddled her bike. She was in her mid-twenties, her face gaunt and nose sharp. Stretching up her long neck, several tattoos were visible, the sight of them only obscured by her stark white hair that hung to a mid-neck length.

While Jen was her real name, she to her contractor and all involved in the heist would be known as Phoenix. A slicer handle that had quite a reputation on the darker parts of the HoloNet.

After having been given entry by the cautious Gamorrean, Jennifer approached the table at which Desmond and the disgruntled Trandoshan was seated, her hands in the pockets of her drop crotch trousers. She eyed the pair for a moment before she spoke, her voice oddly melodic, yet judging from her accent it was obvious that she had lived in depths of Nar Shaddaa for quite a while.

“Yo, I heard you got something you want stolen?”

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] :: [member="Lark"] :: [member="Thraxis"] :: [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"] :: [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]​

 

[Kat'Lariah Syphex]

The loud rumbling of a speeder reverberated through the ally, so intense that kat actually winced a little. He piercing grey eyes followed the silver speeder as it pulled in front of Kat's destination. The Twisted Rancor. The rider dismounted her speeder and took off her helmet, revealing white hair and a face heavily adorned with piercings. Kat followed the woman into the bar.

Oddly enough it seemed the woman was heading to the same table as Kat was, one occupied by a Chiss and a Trandoshan. Slightly suspicious she put her hand on the blaster pistol on her thigh.

"Yo, I heard you got something you want stolen." so this one was to be part of the team...but the Trandoshan on the other hand.

"And that you need a pilot" Kat said, standing next to the other woman.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Lark"], [member="Thraxis"], @Autumn A. Soverign

 

[Thraxis]

A black figure trotted along, his face and skin hidden beneath a scarred visage of blackened steel, his movement stiff and agitated as he made his approach. As his hand came to a bang the Gammorean had already slid open the small opening, his gargantuan eyes looking the man up and down as Thraxis met his gaze, his arms pulled back into a half hug as he came to recognize the brute, "Brutus? Is that you?" his gravely voice rung, the door swinging open as the Gammorean opened his arm's wide, embracing the Zeltron with a hug.

"Boss, haven't seen you in a while. What are you doing here?" the Gammorean grunted, his grip tightening around the Zeltron as he let out a short-lived moan, the grip intensifying one last time before finally being released.

"Oh, you know, just came down to help out a friend with a job that's all." he said with a shrug before sliding past the hulking frame, "Hey, after this job I'll come back, ya can tell me how life has been with the misses." he whispered with a hardy slap on the back as he made his entrance. A soft limp stunted his movement as he made his way through towards the Blue man he couldn't help but have his attention drawn to the stiff drinks sitting there, ice-cold droplets rolling down the metal bottles, each one challenging their respective drinkers to take just one more sip.

With each footstep came a groan, the wooden panels beneath giving way to the heavy form and the staining liquids that stained in substantial blotches. He looked back and forth, his eyes drawing a blank as he looked over the tables, Jeez... There are a lot.... Oh no there he is. the words dawdled through his head as he spotted the blue shape. A large towering Trandoshan standing overhead, either a sneer or a smile wrapped around his face, though it was always hard to tell the difference when it came to a Trandoshan. Always on the prowl for something or someone their bestial grins always left him wondering what would happen if he was put on their list.

Finally, he made his way to the table, taking a seat next to [member="Desmond C'artyom"] as [member="Jen"] and [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] had just arrived, relaxing a little into the chair as he put his hands behind his head. Normally he wouldn't pry into his job, normally just do what he is told but considering how the last job went he figured it was best to get more then, I have a Job. "So, Desmond. Two real quick questions. What is the job, being the first." he said with a chuckle before an air of malice ran over him, his words twisting and contorting as the next words left his breath, "And where is my booze from the last." his arms unfurled from behind his head the fingers slowly interlocking as his hands pressed against the stained table, his head bent to the side as he stared him down with an acute glare.

 

[Lark]

"Who are you," the quivering voice asked. "What do you want with me?"

The man was Muk Plambu, a Sullustan Drug Lord. Lark had slowly been dismantling his operation, taking and selling his drugs for money. Of course Muk didn't know Lark was the one doing it, not until now at least. "You want some Spice? I can give you as much as you want! Or money, I can give you money too!"

​How disappointing. Whispers in the Underground always spoke of Muk being a fearsome, uncompromising man, and instead he was a dribbling coward who squirmed at the first sign of a gun. Lark pointed his gun at the man, and fired straight into his head. His head shot back, and lay slumped against the back of his chair.

Gun smoking, he stepped out into the grey alleyway, which was wet with a slight drizzle. There was a woman who held her knees close to her chest, sobbing into her hands. She looked up in fear as Lark approached, gasping in fright at the sight of his drawn weapon. With kind eyes, Lark knelt in front of her and drew out a flower that he had picked from an indoor garden inside the Drug Lord's house. He offered it to her softly, and gave her a comforting smile. She reached out with dirt-covered hands and took it hesitantly. Finally, he placed the gun beside her.

He stood and left right after, and the woman looked after him, and then gazed back at the house where she thought she might have heard a gunshot. She didn't chase after him, instead she took the gun and hid it inside her coat. Whatever she was upset about, Lark had given her the means to spread more chaos.

He walked towards the bar that [member="Desmond C'artyom"] had told him to meet at, the Twisted Rancor it was called. He walked straight past the Gammorean, who blew a blast of hot air from his nose at his back. He spotted Desmond alongside a few others, and gave the Trandoshan thug a pleasant yet at the same time sinister smile, before proceeding to sit down beside the others.

[member="Thraxis"] [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] @Jen

 

[Autumn A. Sovereign]

Autumn winced at the sound of a speeder accelerating down the alley, it's near ear-splitting roar of an engine, like that of an rancor, rebounding outwards across the alley. Her amber colored eyes chased the speeder before it stopped at the same bar she was heading to, the Twisted Rancor. Her gaze followed the woman who dismounted the bike, noticing the many piercings that were on her face and what appeard to be black tattoos along her neck. Though, it was hard to identify what it exactly was at this distance. Autumns feet continued on their path towards the bar just like that of the woman from the speeder, with purpose and naivety in every step.

Autumns opened the door with the swish of her hand on the door, her eyes momentarily ablaze with everything that was happening within the bar. The air was thick with spice, alcohol, smoke, you name it. It was filled with whatever a bar was typically filled with. Drunken people lying unconscious in chairs, their heads slumped on the tables with beer still in hand. Autumn walked tentatively through the bar, her gaze switching every few seconds to the drunks and whatever else was happening. When she finally looked up, she beheld a booth with a remarkably familiar Chiss, [member="Desmond C'artyom"]. Which was when it hit her that this was the guy that called the heist and everything.

She stood off to one side near the booth, her back pressed against the hard wall. She looked towards her right, only to see [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] and [member="Jen"] along with[member="Thraxis"] sitting down within the booth. At the head of the table a stood [member="Lark"], his red hair laying down his face in a delicate yet slightly demented matter. None of these people came to Autumn as to who they were, though she assumed at the very least that they were the 'team.' Her gaze shifted to the Trandoshian for a minute or two, slightly marveling at seeing a Trandoshian for the first time before she began to speak. She was using her false name instead of her real one, Cinder, as it was less suspicious plus it was the one name Autumn still rememberd that she had been called while on her homeworld.

"I'm your face man, or woman…or whatever. It's C-cinder, by the way."

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond watched as his team slowly piled into the bar. As their numbers increased he noticed the Trandoshan growing increasingly nervous "I'll be back," He growled at Desmond then left. Desmond gave the woman who he supposed was the slicer a careful eye. He dabbled in the idea, but compared to this "Phoenix" woman he was nothing. He somehow expected more of her. She was... Shorter then he thought she'd be. Regardless he thought he noticed a few swoop gang tattoos on her and decided to cover his own a little bit more. He didn't want any beef. Then came the girl with the red highlights. She wore a rough looking jacket and her face spoke of having been in her fair share of scraps. She was a rough looking spacer; the kind Desmond had come to enjoy. He appreciated the company of people who had seen the stars and didn't mind telling a tale or two.

"Yo, I heard you got something you want stolen."

"And that you need a pilot"

"Right you are miss...” He gave the women a once over “Phoenix and Kat'Lariah. But we should wait for the rest of the team before we get down to business," Desmond stated.

A few moments later he noticed Thraxis speaking with the Gamorrean guard. They seemed to be having some sort of reunion. Their was a slight limp in Thraxis's step, but Des was assured the man could get the job done. He'd seen the man survive worse than Artisia. The Zeltron was as rough as they came. The heavy-duty trench coat he wore was torn and muddy. Small red stains that either could've been booze or blood adorned his coat. The man was a warrior tried and true.

"So, Desmond. Two real quick questions. What is the job, being the first." Thraxis paused "And where is my booze from the last."

Desmond held up a small bottle of Tarisian Ale. The last in existence as far as Des knew and gave it to the man begrudgingly. The booze inside was hundreds of years old. Worth a small fortune. And Des hadn't even got a taste.

Just as Des was about to speak Lark entered the room. The red haired man had a cold gaze to his stare. That bit about soulless gingers could be believed if one met Lark. He was detached, methodical, and best of all silent. If he came after you, you wouldn't even know what hit you. He was a prime candidate for the burglar bit or an assassin…

“Glad you made it Lark! Now we’re just waiting for one more…”

Then the woman entered the bar. She was a timid red head who seemed to have her head in the clouds. Des began to wonder if he picked the right person to represent this operation… I should’ve gone with… No, she’ll do. Des thought to himself. She appeared finely dressed. A good thing for this job. Those FO snobs did love their luxuries…

“Glad you could join us Cinder!” He gave the woman his best winning smile. “Now! First of all, payment. Everyone will be getting 10,000 credits. Half now. Half after the job,” Desmond would pull out a small briefcase. “It’s all in cash. Now before you accept you wanna know what you’re getting into,” Des smirked a little. Then began quietly “Cinder will be disguised as a representative from the Croatoa company. She’ll be trying to pitch a weapon to the First order command. Meetings already been set up. Thraxis will be playing as her body guard. Kat will fly the weapon to the base. Now what they don’t know is that Lark, phoenix, and I will be hidden aboard the ship with the Face woman's prototype gun. When they unload it, we sneak off. We will be disguised as First order personnel. The base is mostly barracks and sensor arrays, but our target is an old armory. The slicer must hack the droids to register us as friendlies. On top of that she must find a way to scramble the sensors. When that’s done, we make our way to the armory. When we’re there our burglar,” Des nods to lark “Must sneak into the armory and swipe the keys from the quarter master. Once that’s done the burglar will enter room 204 B it should have the processor to an old Stealth field generator. The slicer will walk the burglar through bypassing its firewall then downloading its content. Then we’re done. If we fail at any point and time we resort to plan B. The Face woman’s gun is rigged with an undetectable neutronium explosive. We activate that, face woman pretends like it was a malfunction and we dip during the resulting chaos,”

[member="Lark"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] [member="Jen"] [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"]

 

[Jen]

Hearing the sounds of footsteps approaching her, Jennifer turned her gaze to look towards the woman, Kat, who had shown up just after Jen herself had spoken. She examined the supposed pilot for a second before she found a seat of her own, leaning back and placing her feet, a pair of dilapidated sneakers, on top of the table the group was gathering around.

Slowly, the rest of the crew appeared, trickling in to offer their own short introductions and questions. While Jennifer did offer them all a short glance when they approached, she used the time to light a deathstick, grabbing a pack from an inner pocket in her leather jacket and placing one of the cylinders it contained between her lips. When lit, she took a drag and exhaled a cloud of cyan smoke into the already foggy room, seeming considerable more approachable all of a sudden.

Jennifer remained quiet until Des was done introducing them to the plan, stretching in her seat before she talked. Hour-long rides on Speeders were tiring, that much was certain. “Not a problem dude, as long as the burglar is competent, we’re golden.” She looked towards Lark briefly, a slight smile forming on her pale face as she took another drag from the deathstick, her other tattooed hand placed behind her neck for support.

It seemed that with a team like this, the job at hand was bound to be interesting..

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] :: [member="Lark"] :: [member="Thraxis"] :: [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"] :: [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]​

 

[Kat'Lariah Syphex]

As newcomers slowly approached the table and made their introductions, the shady Trandoshan's face changed from an arrogant smirk to nervous fear. "I'll be back." Sure you will sleemo...sure you will.[/color]. Kat took his seat.

The next to arrive, a Zeltron made some sarcastic joke about alcohol before Desmond handed over a bottle of some of the really, really good stuff. Kat was almost envious.

And then she saw a familiar face. Another redhead sat down in the booth, one who seemed like little more than an empty shell. Kat lnew better. The last time she'd seen [member="Lark"] was escaping [member="Causstik Rahn"]'s Bone City. Kat knew the only sensation he ever expierenced was whatever it was he felt spreading chaos. She gave a friendly nod to the man in greeting.

Then came in what Kat could only assume was the bait. Or as she had said, "face woman". She certainly looked the part.

Kat leaned back into the booth as her new client explained the plan. Sounded easy enough if everyone did their part. No crazy, nausea inducing, life saving maneuvers seemed to be necessary...she just needed to fly.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Jen"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thaxis quickly snatched the bottle away, placing it down on the table as his fingers encroached onto his mask, digging between the crevices of skin and Phrik he twisted it with a hiss, slowly taking it off to reveal a well-worn face, more bruised then pink as deep indents scaled along every ridge of his face, a gaping smile taking over as he looked it over with envious eyes. "Ahahaha.... Makes getting my legs blown up all worth it..." he groaned as he snatched it up, his fingers coiling around the now warm bottle as he continued to look it over his eyes glistening with intent as his nostrils hovered over, smelling the bottle for all of its glory, though since it was unopened, it was nothing more than a whiff of pungent air that had infested every nook and cranny the Twisted Rancor had to offer.

As he looked it over he quickly turned to Desmond, a smile still crossing his face as he bobbed up and down, elation filling his bones as he contained his excitement, he realized how much Desmond had planned if he had managed to get a hold of Neutronium. "Keep Autumn from dying. Got it." he said as his fingers shifted to pistols, his thumb cocking back before smashing down onto his hand, letting loose a quick click as he scanned who he was working with. Quickly looking her up and down, he jotted down a few mental notes, before clasping his hands together.

"Well then. Let us all have a drink to cement this alliance. On me." he declared as he pushed himself back, the seat falling onto the ground as he trotted along the bar, his hands coiling around a stack of six cups as he began the dance of balance, his leg still stunted by a limp as he slowly moved back and fourth, the cups hanging haphazardly in the misty atmosphere. After a few precarious minutes, he dotted them against the table, spreading them thin as his hands coiled around his new ale. With a hiss and a fizz he cracked it apart, the lid flipping off and twisting and turning on the table for a few seconds before coming to a halt. His hand hovered the drink over each cup, a small dark brown liquid dripped out, a little bit over a few inches of booze filling each cup at a steady pace as he made sure not a single drop was wasted against the wooden floor. As he filled up his cup he quickly snatched back the lid, twisting it back onto the Tarisian Ale to savor for later. "Drink up." he said with a gleam as he picked his own up, shaking the cup ever so slightly as he looked at the dark liquid, the aroma invigorating before finally indulging in the fruity taste that came with the fermentation.
[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]
[member="Jen"] [member="Lark"] [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"]

 

[Lark]

Lark returned [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]'s greeting with a kind smile. Besides [member="Desmond C'artyom"] she was the only one of the group he was familiar with, the two of them alongside a few others escaped from a Trandoshan Warlord some time back. [member="Thraxis"] had an air of familiarity to him as well, but if the two of them had ever spoken it must have been brief.

Lark listened closely to his role in the plan. "Sounds simple enough," he said smoothly. He raised the cup that Thraxis had given him, he didn't normally drink, but this time he'd make an exception. He gazed into the dark, swishing liquid, and took a small sip. He didn't know if it was good or not, he couldn't taste it.

[member="Jen"] [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"]

 

[Autumn A. Sovereign]

Autumns amber eyes scanned every person at the table while [member="Desmond C'artyom"] explained the plan to them. It sounded as if he had run through it a thousand times in his head and out loud, checking for any errors or holes where something could go wrong. To Autumn, it sounded full-proof, with a few holes here or there, though they wouldn't really be necessary to compensate for. Besides the plan, there were still the people. All of which, both looked and sounded like they knew what they had to do for the job. Autumns eyes shifted from [member="Lark"], [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"], and [member="Jen"] as they began talking about the job

"Distract them, sounds simple enough. Along with a full-proof plan, I like your style."

Autumns eyes continuously scanned those around her, before finally coming to rest upon [member="Thraxis"] as he was the one currently talking. Her eyes looked idly upon Thraxis, zoomed in upon him like a pair of binoculars yet idle enough to appear as if she were listening to anybody talk that she didn't know. Autumns eyes shot up slightly once Thraxis actually mentioned her name, her real one. Her eyebrows raised in a questioning and curious manner though before she could ask Thraxis how he knew it, she cut herself off in annoyance at herself. Autumns attention remained fixated upon Tharxis for a moment before she quickly looked down. This isn't the time to act weird, Autumn. Stop distracting yourself on every little thing. Autumns thoughts circled through her head for a minute before looking upwards.

Thraxis had begun pouring what appeard to be beer into the cups that seemed to have magically appeard on the spot. Though, in truth, Autumn just hasn't been paying proper attention when the cups had been handed around the table. Autumn normally wouldn't drink beer, she never really drank bear to be honest. Heck, she had never drunk bear before, they didn't have it back home and she had no interest in it. Though, she had to admit she was curious. Autumn brought the drink up to her lips before tentatively taking a sip of it. It went burning down her throat, making her feel as if it were burning her throat it's self. Though, that was just the initial feeling. It brought on a warm and tingling feeling in her stomach and throat which was soothing and slightly relaxing. Okay, she had to admit, beer or whatever it was, was way better than she had originally anticipated.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Phew. Thought Thraxis was gonna leave me dry. The fact that he knew Autumn’s real name was unsurprising. He was part of the Hutt Cartel. It was their business to know. He grabbed his cup hoisted it high into the air and said “Boska!” His Huttese was a little rusty, but he believed he said cheers. Or something about their mother and a Tusken chief... Regardless he brought the drink to his lips and downed the ale.

It was the best three seconds of his life. He melted into his chair as the alcohol took hold. A bottle that has been fermenting for a millennium was bound to be damn strong. When he gave the ale to the man he half expected Thraxis’s nose to melt off, but it didn’t. “Now Kat, when we land I want you to back Thraxis and Autumn,” He wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “And Thraxis when we get to Yalara, no real names,” Des said as he looked too the man.

I think I’m seeing double. He thought as the gang seemed to multiply. “I have a freighter all loaded up with the “Test weapon”. Uniforms are in there too,” He said between a burp. “Now the weapon is a ship based cannon. Just make something special up about it,” As for the rest he was pretty sure they understood their job. “All right guys, the coordinates to the ship are on these data pads,” Desmond handed out 8 maybe 5 data pads…

[member="Jen"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Lark"], [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"], [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"]

 

[Kat'Lariah Syphex]

Kat knocked the drink back at Desmond's butchered Huttese. She'd never tasted ale as good as that. A ship mounted cannon? "Do I get to shoot this cannon? And what am I flying?" she asked.

Best she knew the capabilities of the ship she needed before hand. If things went south...better to know your ship then.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"], [member="Jen"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"]

 

[Jen]

Expensive alcohol -such as the kind the group had just shared- reminded Jennifer of times past. Times were credits was of no concern, a time when companies were bought for entertainments sake. But it was a while ago, she lived another life now, and with an almost indistinguishable sigh, Jennifer inhaled another dose of smoke from her deathstick to savor the taste even further.

When the datapads were given out, Jennifer grabbed one of her own, taking a look at it. She grumbled at the brand as she turned it on. Well at least it did that properly, had they bought from Coronet Technologies, even such a simple task would have been difficult. There was a reason low-quality was cheap.

With a smile and a deathstick hanging from her lips, Jennifer started to go through the depths of the datapad to see if any spyware or other programs or data were hidden on it, her fingers moving with expertise on the devices’ surface. You never knew, sometimes even the Hardware Markets of the Undercity loaded up their products with all kinds of poodooware. Security was key. Especially if they did not want the First Order to go tracing them in the future.

“What the red head said.” Jennifer said somewhat absentmindedly as she continued to scrutinize the datapad: “What ship are we using?”

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] :: [member="Lark"] :: [member="Thraxis"] :: [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"] :: [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]​

 

[Thraxis]

(OOC: If I call someone by their actual name again and you don't want that, ignore it. Slip of the fingers that's all.)

Thraxis eyes widened as he realized his mistake, a hand raised to his mouth as he let loose a heavy cough, "I uh. Don't know what you mean Desmond." he responded, a rushed wave as he quickly started to go over his datapad. As his fingers brushed along his mouth grew agape, a finger in the air before lowering it, his mouth closing as he listened to Kat and Phoenix reiterate the question he had intended on asking, though his would have been who's rather than what.

"Now then. As Desmond said, we can't use real names. So everyone, let us figure out our code names." he said as he took the stage, hoping he could alleviate the pain of causing such a rookie mistake, "That uh.... That goes twice for you Cinder, Phoneix." a single hand holding him steady on the table as he felt a sharp ring of pain run the length of his leg, bashing into the lower half of his spine before vanishing into a mass of electric shockwaves for the rest of its journey. The other arm raised high, two digits forming the shape of a V as he pointed to Cinder and Phoneix, "Your names stick out like sore thumbs." he said, his head turning back as he let loose another cough, a wave of worry rushing over as he realized all too soon that they had already picked up on his falsified hope.

"I shall personally take the title of...." he looked around the bar, his eyes a flutter with worry as he quickly looked around trying to figure out a name from anything around him, his eye quickly taking note of the booze the Barkeep had sent towards them. "John Smith?" he paused for a moment, an obvious sight as his masked form head cocked to the side, mad mumblings under his breath as he went through ideas hoping for something at least a little less Generic. "Yep. John Smith. Generic Bodyguard for hire." he said with a smash of the hand, the wood beneath creaking as a small indent was made from his fist as he took his seat, Hopefully, I embarrassed myself enough that they have forgotten that little hiccup. he thought to himself as he scanned the rest of the table.
[member="Jen"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Lark"]
[member="Autumn A. Sovereign"] [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond stared round at his crew. He watched Thraxis fumble and it seemed to embarrass the man. He would never understand how the man could go from mass murder to blushing in the corner next. Regardless he was good at what he did. He addressed Kat Lariah and Jen with a wicked drunken grin "You'll be flying an old YT-1300 freighter I picked up and you bet your shebs you get to fire that gun!" He stood from the table "Now if their are no more questions.."

Desmond walked out of the bar and made his way through a few alleys to the docking port. He made it around another corner when he saw three Trandoshan thugs waiting in front of the ship he had rented. Desmond back tracked into the alley. He climbed the length of the shanty house to his left and ran roof top to roof top. He dropped down onto the docking platform and snuck into his ship. The ship had no weapons, but the Trandoshans didn't know that. He raced through the trash strewn heap and made it to the cockpit. He activated the loud speakers then said with a distinct Imperial accent "Trespassers retreat or you will be fired upon!" The Trandoshans looked to each other, one shrugged and they walked away.


[member="Thraxis"], [member="Jen"], [member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"], [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"], [member="Lark"],

 

[Kat'Lariah Syphex]

Kat grinned at the mention of the YT-1300. She'd hesrd stories about such vessels before. Well one in particular...but still, the sentiment existed and she could not have been more excited to take the old gorl for a spin.

Kat watched as [member="Desmond C'artyom"] saw the Trandoshans and suddenly backtrack. For a moment she debated whether or not tonfollow, especially with the freighter right in front of them. But as she watched the man climb onto a roof she decided against it. She leaned against a wall and waited for him to do...whatever it was he was doing. "Trespassers retreat or you will be fired up.". As the green skinned bipedal lizards left, Kat boarded the vessel. "You got annissue with the Trandoshans or what?"

[member="Thraxis"], [member="Jen"], [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"], [member="Lark"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis straightened up, watching as Desmond took his leave of the fine establisment, with a flick of an imaginary collar and a twirl on a single step as he made his way to the bar. With a sharp swipe he took a drink from a nearby table, one where the inhabitants where all but unconciouss. For a few minutes he sat there, making idle chatter with the lot of knocked out drunkards as slowly he swiped their drinks, one at a time before leaving with a curtious nod and a skip as he left the bar.

He wadded through the empty crowds of the alley, taking note of the speeder as he shrugged along, his body lengthwise as he slid along the walls. In his mind he had already become a spy, getting into the role as he done a barrel role through the alleyway before straightening up as he took note of the Trandoshans. With caution thrown to the wind he wrapped an arm around one, feigning a drunken step as he walked and talked. For a few moments he got away with it, listening to their hisses become more vile and aggresive before they scurried away with a hurry before turning to the machine with a huff. "Damnit... I was going to invite them to Dar'manda." he said with a grumble as he made his approach, walking into the bowles of the ship, his hand running the length of the steel container with a subtle rattle as his fingers danced and bashed along the wall.
[member="Kat'Lariah Syphex"] [member="Jen"] [member="Autumn A. Sovereign"]
[member="Lark"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]