Winning! (Sin, Kaiven)

[Kuhblam]

(OOC: Weak starting post, sorry.)

He'd just landed the best job in the history of himself. Ever.

It was a ridiculously well-paying job to the point that it was unbelievable. Find this spice mogul on planet, kidnap him and take all the moolah from his vault, etc. There were numerous risks involved, but they were small in comparison to the borderline insane amount of riches he stood to gain from doing it.

He briefly wondered what he would do with all this money. Maybe buy himself Coruscant or the Galactic Republic. Perhaps he could purchase himself one of those Jedi Temples. As of late, his ship had been getting outdated. He'd need a new one of those to get around... actually, maybe a couple. Or a few dozen, to be exact. No, that was a little too ridiculous. Maybe nine or ten would suffice. But where would he put all these extra starships? Oh, decisions, decisions. All this money would be too much for him to bear! But then again, that was why his employer had assigned to him two others who were also going to be earning a share of the cut. That disappointed him; he could do the job himself and more efficiently since he would be on his own.

In truth, Dulgan didn't know much about who was going to join him on this job. The facts that had been presented to him thus far were paper-thin; one was a human female pilot, and the other was a Trianii bounty hunter of sorts. Information he had tried to elicit from his contacts had proved fruitless, and in that venture the only thing he had accomplished was some exercise by walking around to those few informants he had on Kuat. Regardless, it was all good. He would have all the time in the galaxy to spend out the various ways in which he would turn into a fat, rich old man. And if he didn't have enough time, he could always buy some more of it. Time did equate to money, after all. With this job, he'd be rolling in credits.

Waiting in the bar, he sat at a booth near the back by himself as he tampered with his lightsaber and inspected the brilliant sky blue Pontite crystal within. It was almost time now; his newly-found allies would be arriving very soon. He took another look at the crystal before setting it back in it's chamber and re-assembling the lightsaber under the dismal lighting that was being afforded to both him and the other patrons in the bar. Placing the hydrospanner disguised lightsaber back onto his utility belt, Dulgan kicked his feet up on the booth table as he crossed his arms and decided he would take a quick nap. It was probably wasn't the best idea to be sleeping in such a place, but he'd only be dozing off for a few minutes, right? Seconds later, the peaceful snoring of the joker could be heard wafting throughout the room.

[Bones]

She stared out the cockpit window as the Graceful Blade slowed from hyperspace. The bright blue lines disappeared and she found herself staring out over the world of Fondor. She smirked. Easy money coming up. All she had to do was fly, shoot, and look pretty. Breaking into a sealed vault and kidnapping a spice merchant would all come naturally to her if she did the rest. She was sure of it. The job itself, however, was the last thing on her mind. Early retirment in a chateau on Corellia. She smiled at the thought. That was definately a possibility now.

She guided the freighter into the spaceport, landing it in a docking bay off to it's own. She walked down the ramp, pulling on her jacket as she walked. She paid the fee and left, not doing anything out of the ordinary or bringing attention to herself.

Things out of the ordinary would have to come.

She walked into the bar that she had been told was their meet point. She had no idea about the others, only that she would meet them there. She ordered a drink at the bar before looking around, hoping to see someone in a similar situation to herself. It was then that she saw the man sleeping at the booth.

She slid onto the seat opposite him, crossing her legs as she sat watching. After a moment, she slammed her hand down on the table, making a loud bang. "Taylah Voss." She said simply.

[Othorious]

Fesnaan sighed under his airtight helmet, he'd just received a transmission over his wrist comm about another job, involving a spice merchant and a large vault full of the stuff, how interesting. At this moment however he was still completeing another job, which consisted of assassinating a high ranking member of a pirate guild, Captain Felonar. It seemed easy enough, and Fesnaan had enough creativity to do something quite out of the ordinary. He was ontop of the Pirate's freighter, he'd sliced into the hull and had placed a large explosive in the gap, which he primed and covered back up again. He'd detonate the bomb once he knew the good Captain was on board.

He'd returned to the hanger where his ship, a modified T-34 Kuat Starfighter, resided. He opened the cockpit, leaped inside, strapped himself in, and ignited the engines. He checked all the systems, everything seemed alright, so he pushed on the throttle, and the 'Warrior's fury' zoomed from the hanger. He quickly tapped in something on his wrist pad, which brought up a screen, which showed the cockpit of the pirate's ship, and to Fesnaans joy, the captain had returned to his ship, and was none the wiser about the tampering to his ship. Fesnaan smiled slyly, and pressed down on the activation trigger. He angled his ship just in time to catch a glimpse of the freighter being enveloped in a ball of flame, which spread to the dock it was attatched to. Fesnaan quickly turned around, thankfully he was in Fondor's atmosphere for the previous job, and this new job also required him to meet in a bar on one of the spaceports orbiting the planets.

Fesnaan quickly brought the ship around, and steered her towards the spaceport designated on his wrist comm, and nimbly landed her in the hanger bay. He quickly exited the ship, and navigated himself to the bar he was told to meet his companions at. Upon entering the bar he saw nothing out of the ordinary, except two odd figures sitting at the same booth. He could be wrong, but these seemed the most likely candidates. As hye approached, the females slammed her fist onto the table, in an attempt to wake the sleeping male, and quite flatly told her name. By then he'd arrived at the table, but remained standing, "Fesnaan, you two must be the companions I was informed to meet..."

[Kuhblam]

(OOC: I'm going to assume you meant to say Taylah, not Alycia. )

Snor... fifty-five... snor... Jedi Sith... snor... nerf burger...

His peaceful nap was interrupted by a loud bang, as if the planet had just decided to explode excluding the contents of the bar room. Whatever he had been dreaming about, it was no longer a concern as his body jerked to life and he shook his head about trying to get a grip on the present. How long had he been out? Days, probably. But who had decided to awaken him from his slumber? That was a good question. Actually, it wasn't; the reason was sitting right in front of him in the form of a slender woman in her twenties with all the trapping of a Corellian. Ah, Corellians. Hard drinkers and just as rebellious. Well, maybe she wasn't Corellian. But if she wasn't Corellian, then she wasn't Taylah Voss as she had just stated. Eh, he was rambling in his thoughts again. Might as well get back into the swing of things and start working again.

"Well good morning to you, too, m'lady."

A black gloved hand went to the back of his head to rub the aching that was now radiating through his cranium. His forehead throbbed, and he leaned forward rubbing it as an elbow propped him up on the booth table.

"Name's Dulgan, Dulgan Pryde."

To his left, a large feline warrior clad in armor approached them looking like he was about to pick Dulgan up and rip his head off. Thankfully, however, the only thing he did was greet them with a name. Dulgan nodded as he motioned for his second companion to take a seat. He surveyed both of them; the woman looked like she was handy with a pistol or rifle besides her piloting abilities, and the Cat's Pajamas definitely seemed like he'd be joining him in the up close and personal pleasantries once they stormed the compound.

"Welcome, my feline friend. Name's Dulgan, pleased to meet you."

As he spoke, he didn't pay any notice to a shadier group of thugs materializing at the far end of the bar from the front entrance. Each man blended seamlessly into the crowds around the large bar room and they otherwise drew no attention to themselves.

"It seems fate has brought us all together for this job. However, I know next to nothing about either of you and we need to do some planning first and foremost. Telling me a bit about yourselves will help in the grander scheme of things."

[Bones]

(( Sorry, not used to using Taylah Fixed now. ))

A smirk streteched across her face as she watched the man wake with a start. It was exactly the effect she had been looking for. She pushed her fringe away from her eyes, nodding as the man said his name. Dulgan. Dulgan Pryde. She had to admit to herself, it wasn't a name she had heard on her many adventures.

She then noticed the other presence, and looked up to see the large feline, who identified himself as Fesnaan. She smiled and moved over slightly for him to sit. "Great. I have to share my ship with two guys." She muttered, but before she could get grumpy over it, the thought of the credits was suddenly back in her head. It definately was a cheerful thought.

She looked at Dulgan as he started talking again. So he wanted to know Taylah's life story? Not a chance. "Oh, come on, Dulgan. A woman has to have her mysteries. All I'll say is I grew up flying ships, I'm one of the best pilots in the Corellian Sector and I have one of the fastest ships." She smirked evilly before saying, "The rest is there for you to find out."

She looked over at the bar tender, waved to him and signalled for three drinks before turning her attention back to the other two. "It's just good manners to share drinks with each other when you first meet." She said in a sly tone, before nudging Fesnaan, "So what about you? Where you from, and why you here?"

[Othorious]

Fesnaan took the offer, and slide in the booth next to the woman. Greetings Dulgan, and greetings to you as well Taylah He did take notice of the shady thugs entering the bar, but payed not much attention to it. All you need to know is that I have my own ship, so no need to share your ship with me Taylah, I'm also an expert with a sniper, and hand to hand combat is not unknown to me, and we all know why we're here. We're here to infiltrate some Spice Dealer's compound, and raid the Spice Vault, sounds easy no? He leaned back and proped his clawed feet ontop of the table, And to continue, I have a question for you Dulgan, what about you? What can you do?" He smiled slyly, things seemed to be going well, but he couldn't shake this ominous feeling he had...

[Kuhblam]

Dulgan listened to both of their short spiels. Both of them were smart; they weren't giving much away in the terms of information, and kept the definition of their skills to paper-thin.

Intelligent, these folks.

He mulled it over. Taylah was most likely going to be the one flying them in close to the compound. He was pretty hand behind the controls of a starship himself, but if she wanted to do all the hard work, who was he to deny her? Laughing inside his head, he thought of the feline. This Fesnaan could tango either at range or close combat; this was very good. Dulgan was willing to bet the cat wouldn't have any qualms about joining him up close in the pleasantries of knocking out said spice dealer's guards. With Taylah close behind doing the dirty work with a rifle, they would make mince meat of whatever mediocre unskilled thugs that guarded the compound in question.

When Fesnaan popped the question of what he could, Dulgan pondered for a moment behind his sunglasses. The Force was the first thing that popped up; should he talk about it? They no doubt by their current attitude had no idea about his past, and thus his ace in the hole if things went bad would be revealed and that they would plan for that. His eyes covered by his shades, he looked down towards his lightsaber, which was disguised as a hydrospanner, He was fairly confident that they wouldn't see through the cover-up, and he didn't even plan to use it until a blaster just wasn't cutting it. No, he'd keep that portion of his life under wraps for now.

"A jack of all trades at your service, friend."

He made a mock bow while seated and debated whether to say anything else.

"I like to think I'm pretty fast, and I'm handy with a sword. Not much to tell besides that, I'm afraid. "

Whether they felt if he was withholding something or not, he didn't know. However, he wasn't about to probe with the Force. As the bartender sat down a trio of drinks, Dulgan was picking up the one nearest him as the corner of his eyes caught wind of one of the men who had entered earlier watching them from a bar stool across the room. However, he didn't catch a few of the others drawing concealed blaster side arms. Taking a gulp from his drink, Dulgan spoke to them but acted as though he had not seen these newcomers. His voice was hushed down a bit, even though the noise of the bar already drowned out any regular volume speaking.

"My nine o'clock. Tenth bar stool down. Anybody see what I'm seeing?"

[Bones]

Taylah tilted her head at Fesnaan. So he wanted to fly solo? She smirked, "Fesnaan, I can appreciate that you have a ship of your own, but lets look at a few things before you jump straight to decisions. First off - I don't think they'll let a fighter land near a spice baron's compound. Second - I don't think a fighter can carry much spice. Third and final, bit hard to plan everything when you're on a different ship. No offense, but that's why I'm here. That's why my ship's here." She then turned her attention back to Dulgan.

"Skilled at everything, master of nothing." She said with a playful smirk, before listening to his directions. She saw a few blasters being drawn. Another thing she saw in a different direction was a group of Mandalorian-looking mercenaries. "I'm going to make us some friends before the fighting starts." She said with a wink.

She slide over the back of the booth, pulling her jacket off to reveal the form fitting singlet. She threw the jacket over the table before walking over to the group of mercenaries. She rang a finger along one's jaw as she walked past, before sitting amongst them. She winked at Dulgan and Fesnaan, knowing that when the fighting started they could have a slight edge.

[Othorious]

Fesnaan chuckled at the sly woman's ploy. She has her ways I guess He slowly moved his hand down towards the pistol he wore on his belt, it was rapid fire, and good in a pinch. It'd saved him tons of times in small fire fights like the one that he had no doubt in his mind was approaching. His muscles tensed, ready for anything. I hope you're ready Dulgan, we may have a good fight on our hands He nodded towards Dulgan to get ready for whenever the action happens.

He kept the girl on the edge of his sight, not trying to draw attention to the others by staring at her, that would be foolish. He sized the opposition up, they seemed like typical thugs, so this should be easy if Fesnaan acts quick, along with Dulgan. Hehe, I hope it's a good fight, I've been itchin for one for quite sometime He cracked his knuckles and prepared.

[Kuhblam]

Dulgan rubbed the back of his head one more time as Taylah threw her jacket over the table walked away towards their would-be allies.

"Yeah, she's got a great a--- personality, I mean."

The Mandalorians would definitely be good allies as they made their get-a-way. He'd always admired their culture, although he himself was one for speed and finesse as opposed to brute force and sheer power. Memories went backwards towards a fight he had had with one on Anx Minor, and instinctively his neck went cold and a gloved finger went to trace the scar tissue created from his old foe's blade so long ago. It reminded him that Mandalorians were not fun to fight, and so he was now more glad that they'd probably be helping his cause. However, the thugs were starting to get thicker around the bar room, and eclipsed those few brave souls Taylah was speaking with. Could he see all of them? No. But the smell of the Nerf manure was getting heavier, and so he associated with them by humorous intuition. He'd have to get a bit frisky when the fight started; there'd be so many blaster bolts flying around the bar's walls would turn a burned barbecue color when it was over.

"Yeah yeah, I'm ready. And believe me, the itch goes away after awhile."

Did he actually see the blaster bolt come his way? No. His eyes, concealed by the sunglasses worn perpetually everywhere he went, were turned towards the table and Fesnaan. It was the Living Force that brought his formerly concealed lightsaber hilt from his belt to his hand in half a second. It was instantaneous; one moment, he was sitting casually, and the next moment he was standing next to the table with a stark, icy blue blade in the air. He was trained in Ataru, which was not suited to defensive maneuvers, but it would work well enough. The blade flashed through the air, made contact with the bolt as he felt the energy float through the air. As expected, the shot made a direct u-turn and hit it's original owner square in the chest, sending him over his bar stool onto the floor with a thud! as the whole room erupted in chaos and just about everyone pulled a weapon regardless of alignment, even the waiter droids and the bartender. His head turned to Fesnaan for a moment.

"I should have mentioned that I spent a few years toying around in the Order."

[Bones]

Her eyes went wide as soon as she saw the blaster bolt move. The world seemed to slow down.... She felt stronger, quicker, more accurate. Her hand flicked to her blaster, strapped to her thigh. She raised it, aiming down the iron sights.

Her wrist flicked back momentarily as the bolt flew from the end of her blaster. It rocketed straight over Dulgan's shoulder, connecting one of the mercenaries in the face. It was then, as she watched her bolt, that the blue blade appeared. So, there was more to Dulgan than just his "jack of all trades" persona.

She looked around with a smirk. As she expected, her ploy had been effective. The Mandalorians had all picked up arms and were rushing into the fight. She hoped that perhaps they could be the turning point, or atleast provide a big enough distraction to cover their escape.

[Othorious]

You coulda told me sooner!? Fesnaan unholstered his heavy blaster pistol from his holster and opened fire on the assailents, hitting one right in the gun arm, sending his rifle flying to the floor. Fesnaan was pretty good in firefights, but his true masterful abilities lied within sniping from far distances, but with the help of the woman and the Ex Jedi this would be pretty easy. Fesnaan continued to lay down a surpressive line of bolts at the mercenries, using a kicked over table for cover. Dulgan! Think you could use your powers to slide be a blaster rifle? I think one of the hostiles dropped one! If he could get one of their rifles he could unleash real hell upon them.