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Post by berserker on Feb 27, 2012 20:22:37 GMT -5
“How does 400000 credits sound?” These words hit Ress’s head like a speeder as top speed. Four-hundred thousand was more than enough to get him started all over again. Maybe this time, he’ll get better luck than what he’s had so far; Hutt-free in other words.
Not a bad night, considering not too long ago that he has been sulking in the darkest corner of the cantina drinking something that tasted like Bantha piss. He immediately looked at his droid for any reaction, but it was just floating there, quiet. Cad seems to be just as dumbstruck as he was, her optics focused on the Mandalorian, possibly still processing what he just said.
“Bloody hell, count me in!” Ress said after he recovered from his euphoria. It was still too early for it. He momentarily has forgotten that they had to take down a Hutt first to earn the credits. Not an easy task, to be sure, but with three of them, things would definitely be a lot easier. With a well thought-of plan, they can go in, kill the Hutt and get out before anyone else would notice them. This was what he was built for, as a gun for hire, a soldier of fortune.
It took a while for Ress to remember, but the Mando mentioned five people. Including him, perhaps? He turns towards Zett and asked, “We have others? Who’s coming with us?”
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 27, 2012 20:34:20 GMT -5
A deep bass voice with a metallic quality spoke up from behind the assembled conspirators, seemingly coming out of nowhere. It was a rather flat voice without much intonation, but a curious inflection. It was somehow less human than the typical sounds of voice through a speaker or a comm link, because it wasn't human. It was the synthetic voice of a Kel Dor speaking through a breathing mask.
"Conspiracies are not a matter for loud voices," Tez Hakur said as he stepped out of a shadow, clad in black Mandalorian armor and blending in with the shadows. His oversized helmet was on, obscuring his alien features. In fact he was the very picture of anonymity. "And you seem to lack a plan. Your spirit of cooperation is all fine and well, but without planning and the right knowledge, you will never penetrate a Hutt's security."
The Kel Dor let his words sink in before he slid into a seat next to the Echani, the other man in armor, and the third one. He removed his helmet and placed it onto the counter, revealing his scaly, golden-brown skin. Then he looked at them alien features inscrutable and hidden behind his breath mask and goggles. He was summing them up.
He'd listened to their conversation for long minutes, hearing out their full intentions. And he'd been evaluating their chance of success. Low, but not impossible. He'd had a mental battle between a desire to intervene and the pursuit of easier jobs. On the one hand, he could hurt the Hutts this way, and hard. When he claimed responsibility for the attack it would bring the name of the Dha Werda Verda back into the limelight, proof that his long-dead terrorist organization still had a long reach. His battle of one for the glory of Kad Ha'rangir could regain a newfound power.
That would make it worthwhile.
"However, I could be persuaded to help you. For the cost of my expenses, plus a little additional charge for my trouble."
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Feb 29, 2012 0:50:59 GMT -5
Post by Rugs on Feb 29, 2012 0:50:59 GMT -5
Three thousand credits was a much better starting price. Still a pittance, for all the risks of going after a Hutt, but Zett would be shelling out a lot of money, if the crew of the Bohemian got involved. Asyr figured that wasn't his problem, so long as the man paid.
If he didn't, well, they'd just take his stuff until they had equal value. Or kill him.
The bounty on the Hutt, however. "Four hundred thousand, eh?" Asyr gave a low whistle. A good price. A very good price, even. With that much money, they could buy what they wanted and upgrade anything that might need it on the Bohemian.
Hell, at that rate, they could buy another ship if they felt like it.
"Sounds good to me," he said, gesturing at a passing waiter with his empty glass. It was soon replaced by a full one.
"Now slow down," he said when Zett announced that he'd find them someone. "We gotta figure out what kinda people we need if we're gonna do this." Asyr was no stranger to planning. His father, being the highly-respected general that he was, had seen to it that he had a military upbringing as a child, including some basic lessons on strategies. They'd only gotten more involved as he got older. He'd detested them, and many things his father tried to shove down his throat. He'd even rebelled against them, but he hadn't forgotten them.
His later work as a smuggler, and eventually, pirate had only increased his proficiency with working and planning with small groups.
"But before we can get to doin' any of that, we-"
A deep voice cut in, drawing Asyr's eyes to the source. An armored figure stepped out of the shadows. Armored like a Mandalorian. Asyr bit back an annoyed sigh as the stranger decided he was going to be joining them.
It wasn't getting help. It was another Mandalorian.
"Have you people just been multiplying while I wasn't looking?" he asked snidely. He took another drink of his fresh ale and sighed. "Well, you want pay, you can talk to that guy."
A pointed finger indicated Zett.
"He's the one with the money."
That wasn't a whole truth--Asyr had plenty of money. But he was in to make money for himself, not to go paying people for it.
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Feb 29, 2012 19:42:21 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Feb 29, 2012 19:42:21 GMT -5
Zett was about to defend himself from the words about planing. But he had done planing from thin air before this would be easy he lived with the Hutts in the past he knew them.
But before he could speak a armored figure came from the shadows wearing armor of the Mandos just as Zett did. Then he got accused of having all the money he did have money.
He looked to Asyr then To Ress. That make four of us. Asyr that leaves one member from your crew. I'm assuming that you can get one crazy enough to fallow us?
Zett then turned his attention to the new comer. 3,000 Credits now 400,000 When the job is done. You in?
Zett hoped for only one more member of Asyrs crew for he can't pay more then that and the price at the end would need to be lowered.
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Post by berserker on Mar 5, 2012 4:10:11 GMT -5
Ress looked up at the figure that emerged from the shifting lights of the cantina. It was a Mandalorian, in his full-body Beskar armor. His voice painted a strange color to the already strange sounds that danced in Ress’s ears.
“More of them?” He thought, as he stole a glance at the Echani, who seemed to react to the newcomer’s sudden appearance with mild displeasure and a sarcastic remark. Ress was still aware of the rivalry between Echani and Mandos, and the last thing he needed was his chance of getting paid for a lifetime be sent down the drain because of some brawl breaking out in the cantina.
He pointed at the other Mandalorian once the newcomer confronted them about joining their little plot. Ress felt himself sigh. Another person in on the plan would mean fewer credits for him. But between earning more and having a better chance of survival-
“Survival it is.” He told himself. He then looked on towards the others, then to Caddi. This unlikely group of people, who didn’t necessarily have the cleanest records out there, would take on the challenge of killing a crime lord. Their chances was most certainly laughably low, yet Ress can’t help but let himself trust these men with his life, despite just having met them fairly recently. He had to trust them.
“So.” He began. “We need a plan. A bloody good one, gents. And by good one, I mean…” He reached under his table and revealed his excessively long sniper rifle. “…me at the back providing cover fire.” He added jokingly.
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Mar 5, 2012 14:31:32 GMT -5
"Deal," Tez answered maybe a second after hearing the offer. It was a fair price, which would cover his supplies and offset further operations. And there would always be another attack, until the day he died and went to paradise.
He glanced at all the others, summing them all up. The Echani seemed to be a typical Echani is his view of Mandalorians. And he could only presume the other man in Mandalorian armor was a Mandalorian. Or at least one of the fools who called themselves Mandalorians despite not following the true path. He didn't underestimate either of those two, and he was quite sure they were both capable.
And then there was the remaining human, who, judging by the weapon he produced, was a sniper.
His analytical mind was already at work, devising plans.
They key was evading security long enough to get everything in place. On the surface it might have seemed daft to attack the palace itself, but complacency would work in their favor. The trick was an inside man. Maybe the other Mandalorian or the Echani.
And the means itself? With a few weeks to work in and the right materials he could build another neutron bomb. He'd reduce one of those Hutt palaces to radioactive slag that would take years to cool off. A lasting legacy.
"I may have a plan."
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Post by Rugs on Mar 8, 2012 0:05:19 GMT -5
"Simplest way to go about business would be findin' a way to sneak inside," Asyr said casually, lazily swirling his drink around in his mug. "Through detailed deception or good ol' fashion stealth, we'd probably have a few options.
"Would be best to take some time to see what we can of the layout of the place, from the outside if nothin' else. Not like it's like there's gonna be a map just layin' around for us to pick up." He looked at Flitch, one brow raised slightly.
The droid shook his head. "I didn't come across any layouts of the compounds for Boga or Hebba, no."
"Didn't think so. Say, where is the place, anyway?" He shot a quick glance to Ress.
"Anyway, I have a few ideas on what we might be able to do. Either way, our cover's gonna get blow eventually, so we might as well make what cover we can get count."
One particularly daring plan came to mind. Occasionally, the crew would make sell-offs to Hutts after particularly rich raids. Many layers of false alibis were used, since even if they were the ones making money, they weren't fond of getting caught up with Hutts, but he had a bit of experience dealing with them.
It was possible to come in like they were setting up a deal. It would give a wonderful path straight to the Hutt. The hard part--and coincidentally the most important--would be carrying everything out and getting out alive. Only an idiot would kick a hornet nest while his hand is stuck in it.
Asyr glanced over to the Kel'Dor, figuring he might be of some use. He'd professed to having a plan of his own. "What've you got in mind?"
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Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Mar 8, 2012 18:36:33 GMT -5
((OOC---Zett has nothing to say or do at this time continue))
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Post by berserker on Mar 8, 2012 19:11:30 GMT -5
(OOC: Yeah, I was already thinking of what to post next. XD)
"...where is the place, anyway?" Asked the Echani. Ress placed his rifle next to him as he racked his brains of Boga's residence.
"Well, the last time I saw the bugger was when we... did business." Ress began. "It's an office building up at New Vertica. Bloody tall, really." He said as he made an animated pose demonstrating the building's impressive height. He offered his hand to his droid, who in turn, spat out a pen from one of her compartments. After thanking the Caddi, he began drawing on the Cantina's table, much to whoever's going to clean up later's inevitable dismay.
"I never had enough time to actually poke around, but..." Ress said as he drew a large, tower-like structure. It wasn't the prettiest drawing, but it was sufficient for someone there to get the idea. "...I did managed to get the basics of it." He said as he finished his little drawing.
"The top floor is where he does business." Ress said, as he pointed it out with his pen. "Way I heard it, he makes his residence up at a penthouse on the same floor. He has a landing pad there, too. A single turbolift connects it to the first floor, though I heard his slaves and maintenance workers have their own turbolift somewhere." He said as he began to draw a square figure under the tower.
"There's a huge parking space up front. Full of speeders and guards with guns, and all that." He made a small circle on the tower somewhere under the topmost floor, directly under the Hutt's residence. "I remember this floor being out of commission. A slave girl told me it was under re-construction. It should still be the same by today."
Ress then leaned back on his chair, folding his arms behind his head. "That's all I know, for what sodding good it does. Bloody impenetrable, that building. State of the art security, military-grade armed guards and who knows what else." He said as he gazed back at the other men, looking for any signs of despair.
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Mar 9, 2012 18:42:10 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Mar 9, 2012 18:42:10 GMT -5
Tez listened intently to the description of the building in question, his analytical mind searching for all the possible ways to attack. Height brought security to the table in one way, but it added new opportunities as well. With a controlled demolition he could topple the whole building, and with a ship he could rig it to crash directly into it. Those were both good options, though not any better than his existing plan of a neutron bomb.
When his turn to speak came, he gestured to the drawing the human had made with his four-fingered hand. He pointed directly to the parking lot.
"This is the first of four options that I see. We can seize control of the parking lot or infiltrate it, and plant a bomb there large enough to bring the whole structure down. I could construct one inside a week without distractions. I've done it before and remember how."
He tapped the base of the tower next, eying the second target.
"If we gain access to the lower levels or the basement, I can plant four charges at the base to implode the structure. It would be a controlled demolition."
Next he tapped the top of the tower, his deep and metallic voice expressing absolutely no emotion over the elaborate murder plots he was concocting.
"We could rig a ship with a remote control interface and crash it directly into his throne room. That would be even better if the ship was filled with an explosive or a substance such as tibanna gas. The advantage would be that we don't have to infiltrate their security or overpower them. However it would also be expensive."
The Mandalorian terrorist withdrew his hand and let it hang by his side, idly looking around the room to see if anyone was expressing a little too much interest. As near as he could tell, the answer was no. No one seemed to be in earshot, and if anyone was they didn't seem to care. That was fortunate, but it was still a less secure location for planning than he would have liked.
"And finally we could infiltrate the building and seal off the top floor. Then we could deposit a chemical agent into the vents and flood the throne room with it. That would effectively eliminate your Hutt, and then we would leave, theoretically undetected. All of these plans are, in my opinion, plausible. None of them are easy."
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Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Mar 11, 2012 22:09:40 GMT -5
Zett liked the last option but remembered that there was little toxins or poisons that could kill a Hutt. Zett made a sigh.
What toxin you got in mine for plan #four? I happen to know not that many work on Hutts. Zett liked this guy already, and with the two of them working out a plan this would get a Little easier.
((OOC---I have a post planed that is longer then this but it requires Zett knowing what toxin/plan it going to be carried out.))
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Post by berserker on Mar 12, 2012 5:49:13 GMT -5
Ress listened intently as the Kel Dor began formulating his plans on killing Boga. But the more he listened, the more he was convinced that the Mandalorian, clad in ominous-black armor, was insane. Shivers went up his spine as the Mando spoke of destroying an entire building, or even crashing a rigged ship into it, despite it being filled with numerous civilians, to kill just one individual. What made Ress even more troubled was the fact that the Kel Dor spoke of it so nonchalantly.
While Ress never had any love for those working for Hutts, he was not the type of person who would kill slaves or unarmed people indiscriminately. Killing innocents just wasn’t something he was willing to do, unless there were no other options. As the other Mando asked of the details of the proposed poison gas to be released into the vents, Ress ended up scratching his brow.
“Okay, there’s that.” He said, careful not to provoke the Kel Dor. Ress may not approve of his methods, but if the Mando was indeed insane, he wasn’t willing to risk the Kel Dor’s ire. “How about we just focus on blowing up the Hutt and not the entire bloody building? The chemical plan would seem good, so long as it won’t travel into the ducts.” Ress said as he attempted to make a compromise. That’s what he was good at.
“Why don’t we just blow up the floor below the Hutt?” Ress offered. He knew that the barracks for Boga’s bodyguards was on the same floor, more or less, as the last time he was there, the amount of slaves lessened as he went up the building. “With a few men, we can pose as construction workers or mercenaries and deploy the chem agent or a small bomb.”
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Post by Rugs on Mar 22, 2012 15:02:18 GMT -5
Asyr tapped the table thoughtfully as the discussion progressed. "Gotta agree with Ress here," he said after a few pondering moments. "Let's try to keep things as contained as we can here."
His powdery eyes met Ress' for a moment, and then Asyr turned to look evenly at the dull, emotionless mask the Kel'Dor wore. Collateral damage was something that came with fighting, as his father had told him. Often, for large or intense operations, especially on a world as thick with life as Nar Shadaa, it was very difficult to avoid it. That was a truth that Asyr could accept, and though he made a living preying on the innocent, he wasn't exactly comfortable with the idea of causing such a huge amount of destruction, and for one Hutt at that.
"The chemical agent idea's a good one, s'long as it doesn't backfire on us. Problem is, like our friend pointed out here," he motioned casually with head at Zett, "Hutts can be tricky to deal with. Have to find something that would work on 'im."
Asyr looked at Flitch. The droid returned his gaze silently, tilting his head slightly. "There is... Synox," he said, responding to the unspoken question. "While I am not, at the moment, immediately aware of its effects on Hutts, it is a very powerful toxin."
"Synox..." Asyr muttered. He'd heard of the stuff, of course, heard tales of its use. The stories weren't pretty. "Nasty stuff. Potent. If nothing else, if we could get our hands on some, we could be sure that the guards would be taken care of." And there was no telling how hard finding some of the powerful poison would be.
Still, he wasn't sure. They would have researching to do, and a great deal of further planning.
"Need something that we know would work. We've probably only got one shot at this." Once more, his attention turned to the Kel'Dor, with a snowy brow slightly arched. "What else are you familiar with?"
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Mar 25, 2012 17:06:22 GMT -5
Tez watched stoically as his plans obviously disconcerted the others. They failed to realize one very simple truth. The less collateral damage there was, the harder the operation was to complete and the more dangerous it was for them to carry out. Blowing the whole building was by far the easiest way to kill the Hutt.
Some people didn't have the stomach to do it.
The counter-proposal was also lacking, despite the Echani's agreement.
"It would take a large bomb to travel through two reinforced stories, and there would be no way to disguise it properly. We'd be easily discovered that way. You've succeeded in picking the hardest possible way to carry out this attack."
For other sentients the statement might have come across as angry or annoyed. Tez's bass voice was purely neutral, and flat, mechanical as ever. He was providing nothing but the facts.
"But not impossible. Synox is a possibility, but there are other chemical agents, or radiological agents if you prefer. I can prepare them given a week or two and the right equipment. Nerve gas could affect Hutts, and even simple blistering agents are deadly inside the lungs. As strange as it may sound, the typical sentient being is laughably vulnerable. Hutts included. And once inside their security, they don't plan for chemical attacks. They like to delude themselves into thinking walls and armed guards can save them, despite their lack of breath masks and proper safety equipment. No is ever prepared, which makes it all so easy."
Easy to bring glory to Kad Ha'rangir.
If Tez Hakur could have smiled at that thought, he would have.
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Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Mar 31, 2012 19:13:59 GMT -5
Zett Rem then looked to a mirror to see a few of the local enforcers. Zett Let them pass and just his luck they sat at the table behind him, Oh great, He said under his own breath. Then he looked at the others nodded to the door, Stood and said, Hope you boys enjoyed the meal, He left a Written note on the table telling the grupe to meet him outside and asking Tez to be specific on the items needed for the Bomb, He also placed 1,000 credits for Asyr For his starting price then mentioned on the note he would get the rest once he could get back to the ship.
He walked to the door and slid his helmet over his head, nodded to the barkeep and tossed a credit chip bearing the number 75 on it.
He waited outside for a while before bearing witness to a mugging. Blast my good conscience he mumbled half closing his eyes. He steeped over to the goons that where doing the mugging. HEY,PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE! He shouted. "Oh look someone in armor who wants to do a good deed. betcha he can't use the armor." Don't tempt me, I've had a long day i was kinda thinking i could let you run now but if you would rather make insults then... He waited tell the man being mugged was able to run before continuing. "Ahh look we just lost however much money he had Now you're going to have to give us a little repayment."
Sorry but last i checked i don't have to pay you unless i owe you, and that was not yours so i owe nothing. Two, is Repaiment even a real word? Zett said with a snide response.
They drew out there knifes and prepared to attack. Sorry friends, but. it looks like... He grabbed his pistols shaking his head, You, just brought knives to a gun fight. Two of them pulled away and began to run the other four didn't. I would have fallowed there example. He shot one of the three as the charged him on the first try with a stun shot, then sent a whip cord tieing one of the others then starting his Jet Pack flying right over and landing behind the closest hitting him as well with a stun shot. Then the last one jumped on Zett's Back attempting to tackle him. WHAT IN BLAZES, ARE YOU CRAZY?!?! Zett tried to shake him off his back but he was on to tight. Get.......Off..... Zett grunted pulling and tugging on one of his arms. Then he started up his Jet pack again but on a lower setting that did not lift the two off the ground but instead lit the Mans pants on fire.
He let go and went running trying to put out the flames. Stop drop and roll you idiot, are you brainless? He shook his head to see that the other had been standing watching and he had just made a complete fool of himself, for the last two Minuit's of the fight that was.
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Post by berserker on Apr 1, 2012 5:57:19 GMT -5
Ress listened intently as both the Echani and the emotionless Mandalorian discussed what chemical agent was to be used to assassinate Boga. He was glad that the conversation went in that particular direction. If a gas was to be used, at least they might be able to control where it was going, as opposed to simply vaporizing the entire building along with everyone else.
Ress leaned forward and addressed the rest of the men. “Weight really isn’t a problem, gents. I’ve got my own ship. Worn out thing, but reliable as hell. We can stuff her to capacity with all the nerve agents, Synox, whatever. Fifty tonnes, mates.” He said as he spread out all his fingers in his right hand for them to see. He then pointed at the upper area of the drawing. “As I’ve said earlier, there’s a landing pad near where Boga lives. We secure that, we not only block off probably the only viable escape route for the slimeball, we may also be able to get close enough for the kill before they even realize what’s going on.”
It was at that moment that Ress noticed Zett suddenly tensed, the Mando’s attention was somewhere behind him. It was also at that particular moment when a few men entered the cantina. Whether it was coincidence or otherwise, Ress was unsure. Whatever was happening, he felt it wasn’t his problem, so he continued.
“We’ll probably need to secure the landing zone, though. But since my ship has her own guns, I ca-“ Ress wasn’t able to finish when Zett suddenly stood and left a note on the table. He was obviously overwrought about something, as he was in a hurry, as if the room suddenly was filled with some sort of gas itself. Ress took a small whiff of the air, only to have a strange, malodorous smell assault his nose. It reeked, but it wasn’t lethal.
“Bullocks, what was that about?” He asked the men who were left. Ress pointed at the note Zett left them across the table from him. “What does it say?” He asked the others.
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Post by Rugs on Apr 13, 2012 19:43:29 GMT -5
{It's been a while since I posted, so might be kinda supbar. But idgaf D<}
Asyr shrugged a little. "Don't think any of us thought this would be easy, friend. But we're capable people, right?" He looked at them each in turn, from Tez to Ress to Zett, weighing them all with experienced eyes. "Well, mostly, anyway." Asyr's attention returned to Tez from Zett, even as Ress began to speak.
It made sense to move the material in on a ship that wasn't The Bohemian, if possible--mostly so that Lordura and the crew could be off getting money from Boga in other ways. And it seemed that it was, with Ress offering his own ship for the job. The storage space was modest for a freighter, but far more than they'd need to carry out their task to a successful completion.
"Easy there, skipper," he cut in, eyeing a few enforcement personnel casually as they came into the bar, "don't need to go crazy. But the space sounds more than sufficient."
The Echani noticed then, perhaps a bit before the others at the table, that Zett was suddenly on edge. It was hard to see the raw tensing of a body when it was hidden by armor, but for Asyr, the signs were clear. Slight tightening of the jaw, subtle changes in the way he sat.
Asyr looked at the man for a moment while Ress kept talking. Is it those people? His eyes flicked briefly to the men in uniform. They were sitting close to them, but for the most part, minding their own business.
With Nar Shadaa being the corruption-ridden pit that it was, they were likely in the employ of some crime lord. Just who, Asyr couldn't say, but the possibility existed that they worked for Boga. Best to just play it cool and move along somewhere else, he thought, eyes flicking to Zett as the man suddenly stood up. A phony excuse, more glaring tension in his body language to the Echani's eyes, and he left, leaving a note in his absence.
Asyr sincerely hoped the man never became a fugitive.
A few moments later, the sound of some terrible racket came filtering in from outside, and Asyr fought the urge to sigh and put his head in his hands.
"Are we sure we want this guy?" he asked half-jokingly as he picked the note up.
"Meet me outside," was scrawled inside in hasty handwriting, along with the first installment of Asyr's payment.
"It's nothing important." Ignoring the ongoing frackas outside, Asyr tucked the note cleanly into a pocket on the side of his coat and looked companionably to Tez, and then Ress. "Well, Ress, how about you show us this beauty you've been talkin' about eh? Don't wanna waste the whole night in this clogged up place anyway." It was a simple thing to say for other ears that might have been trying to listen in through the veil of music and the dull buzz of conversation; especially those of the men Zett had worried so much about. As long as it got them outside and to Zett, it didn't matter.
He slapped his hands on the table, pushed his chair back and stood in one fluid motion. "How about it, gents?"
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Apr 21, 2012 0:03:12 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Apr 21, 2012 0:03:12 GMT -5
"Sleight of hand," Tez said abruptly as he rose from the table. "The answer is to show them what they want to see, and slip quietly by while their attention is diverted."
It was a bit of a non-sequitur, but in his mind they had yet to establish a plan. They had perhaps a quarter of one, the rudimentary concept that was the skeleton, but no organs and no flesh. They merely had four people and a goal, with a general idea of how to achieve that goal. Tez had been around long enough to know that wasn't enough.
However, he could tell his timing could have been better. They were all just about to leave, which meant that they also had time to think, even if they didn't want to take advantage of that. However, he was used to being the one who did the thinking. That had been his job for a long time.
"Something to think about," Tez qualified his statement as he waited for the others to leave, at which point he had every intention of following along behind.
Already the wheels in his mind were turning again. The trick was just what he'd said, to make their security look in one direction as they attacked in the other. Perhaps a diversionary attack against their main entrance... Yes. Target that one strong spot, perhaps detonating a speeder bomb, and draw their attention there. Then send in a group through the landing pad while the Hutt's guards were dealing with the first crisis.
Of course there were risks too. The first attack would alert all elements, which meant another, more vulnerable, weakness would be needed. Perhaps they could gain floor plans or some other valuable aid.
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Apr 23, 2012 11:45:14 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Apr 23, 2012 11:45:14 GMT -5
Zett Rem stood waiting on the others while waiting however he was using his HUD to try and access the cameras of the Cantina. After about 10 minuets of trying he gained access to one of the cameras and saw the table that he was at a little bit ago then went back to when the four where talking about the bomb and played the footage hoping he would not hear the words spoken.
When he played it he got only bad news on the camera he could hear the conversation clearly, which means the cops might be too. He logged out of the camera then began to think to himself, If those cops heard us talking about the bomb they wont be happy, they'll think it's for there own city.
Zett could only hope the others came out without the cops fallowing.
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Apr 29, 2012 20:09:08 GMT -5
Post by berserker on Apr 29, 2012 20:09:08 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry for taking so long, I had a block and had lots other things to do.)
"Well, Ress, how about you show us this beauty you've been talkin' about eh? Don't wanna waste the whole night in this clogged up place anyway." Said Asyr. This made Ress chuckle. The old Rose was reliable, sure. But a beauty? Hardly.
“Well, I dunno about beauty, mate.” He said as he stood up. He made a motion to smudge the plans he has drawn up. He was more or less successful. At least whoever would see the drawing would think it was just a horribly made graffiti. “She hasn’t had any maintenance for a while.” He said as he slung his rifle around his right shoulder, over the Mandalorian pauldron he wears as a trophy.
“I added her to the pot since she’s pretty small, small enough to slip by without drawing too much attention.” Ress added as he skirted around the table, his disk-shaped droid followed suit. “Anyway, who would assume that old piece of Bantha Poodoo would amount to killing a Hutt?” He said jokingly.
Ress made his way towards the exit, to meet Zett. On his way there, he caught a glimpse of the people who seemed to have made the Mando nervous, sitting just a few tables away from them. Law Enforcers. The thought left a bad taste in his mouth. Was there even such a thing as law on Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler’s Moon? If there was, and these people were tasked to enforce it, they were pretty stupid to stay in this part of the city, where most of the scum choose to hang out. Or they were both bad cops, looking for small fish to fry. Either way, Ress had nothing but contempt for them.
As Ress reached the cantina’s entrance, he began to scout the area for Zett.
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