A Quest of Odd Parameter [open]

[Sinvrick]

Sitting in the shade, looking up at the sky, a knew idea poped in Sinvrick's head, instead of bikering with the others and them denying every thing he says, like the fact that he had no choice but to kill or be killed, untill the manner of his escape. "I have a plan, and before you find a way to try and kill me, hear me out. Now its obvious that the hutt is going to kill rather than pay, a free root is more profitable, so hows about we all go, and kill every last hutt, and those who serve them." The words spoke could almost sound peaceful. His eyes dazed into space, thinking about every face he knew that met an end at his hands. Revenge was the only thing he wanted.

Sinvrick stood up and looked over to the others. "Lets take this to a whole new level, because lets face it, we can make a pretty awesome team when we don't fight amongst ourselves," He said that as he looked over at Strea with a excuse me type of tone and look in his face.

Sinvrick went over plans of attack in his mind for storming palaces. He knew that they would of corse have to recruit others, the hutts, allthough weak in brains, strong in numbers. This would bring some excitment to his life, killing things for a purpose, at last.

[Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice*]

"Is he insane?" Strae remarked. A war on all Hutt's? Those were her primary source of income he was talking about, mostly because they were easy to manipulate; especially if they thought they were manipulating you into the deal. Immediately she thought that it would be unprofitable. And if it wasn't profitable, it wasn't enjoyable. However, she needed to handle this situation delicately. Slowly, a plan came into her head. "Just one. I will only help you deal with this one Hutt." Strae replied. Strae had already thought up of a reason to kill this Hutt. In hiring more than one group he had underminded the authority and ability of Upezza Keeza, and also put Strae herself in danger. With this group of spies, that was cardinal mistake number one and three. The second one be a double cross or pay refusal. Upezza Keeza made examples out of those who break such trust; for future business encounters it would prove that you did not double cross them.

"I'll make an even better deal, we all get paid the amount we got our jobs for, and then you guys work for me in destroying the slug, and I'll pay you an extra fee of three times the number he did. You'll all be up 40,000 Republic credits, and you, Sinvrick will be closer to your goals. None of us have to die; and we all go our separate ways after the destruction of Scarat and his men..." She told them, putting her arms in the air, "Of course, I'd understand if none of you want to do it, that's fine; but right now I see a potentially beneficial situation for all of us."

( And yes, Upezza Keeza does have that kind of money to spare. Plus she plans on delving into the slug's 'private bank account' ( Safe ) after their done with him. Also, you made a mistake in spelling popped, and it looked like Poped, as in Pope of Catholic church, and I was like, "Oh my god, the Pope lives in Sinvrick's head!" XD )

[Kella]

Grizzelda was about to answer Strae, when Sinvrick spoke again. Lowly, she whispered, 'Gimme a shout on the comm-unit, if you do still feel like extending the offer. Encrypt your freq, and I'll know it's the arc. But use your time wisely, eh?'

She then turned to listen to Sinvrick. "... You really are nuts, aren't you? I had hopes for you, Sinvrick, hopes. Killing a Hutt only gets you two things; a helluva-lotta slime, and enemies. I'm not keen on gaining either. Seriously, who would be dense enough to believe the elixir actually works? Not Scarat and not you nor I, simply his clients. I've dealt with this Hutt before, and I'm still around." She shrugged, matter-of-fact. "Go have your fun, go kill the Hutt and all his little friends. Though, in my most humble opinion, killing an old bat like Scarat would be more trouble than it's worth. I However, am going to get there first, I am going to collect my credits, and then I am going to leave. Simple, crisp, clean, and exactly the way I like it. I doubt you will join me though." She sighed with mock regret. "Pity, I'd've thought you would want to die for a less fool-hardy cause." She shrugged, obviously apathetic, and continued ducking through the forest.
Such was the way of Grizzelda.

Finally, she came upon the clearing where the Slipstream lay in waiting. "And now, I bid you fare-well. Perhaps." She bowed eloquently, then reached and grabbed a clump of moss. Except, it wasn't just a clump of moss, for as she pulled, the whole massive web of plant matter came falling to the ground, revealing Grizzelda's beloved Razorback class, banged and scratched but clean as ever. She saluted the others and leapt aboard, quickly closing the door behind her.
Silence.
Instantly, the constant chatter of Felucia died. The avians, the brooks, the winds, the moaning fungus; all but the loudest sounds no longer found her ears.

"Let's get off this damned planet," Grizzelda remarked aloud. It was beautiful, in a way... it was beautiful like the beam of a shock-stick. It danced and mesmerized, almost tricking one into forgetting its danger. Almost. But just like the shock stick, one got the distinct feeling that Felucia's beauty was not to be trusted. It was like the tempting light on the end of a Deep-Sea creature's glowing bob; deadly appealing. Yet never enough to overcome the knowledge of the danger.

And so, Grizzelda skillfully guided the Slipstream up and out of Felucia's thick atmosphere. The gentle, unassuming stars of open space greeted her weary eyes, crystals among the ocean of velvet black.
Velvet Crimson.
"Not again...." The warning light flashed, and Grizzelda spared an exasperated look as she slammed a panel next to her with a fist. The light flickered, then died. 'Is it a bad sign when the warning light malfunctions more than the actual hardware?' she wondered aloud.
Non-catastrophic non-averted, Grizzelda pressed her ship out of the grasping atmosphere, leaving Felucia's seductive whims behind.

ooc// Ack, Deceit posted just before me. X) Though, I think the above still works... somewhat.... hruh.

[Sinvrick]

As Grizzelda flew of into space, Sinvrick wispered, "Insnae? You can say so, but in the long run you'll see, you missed out, I hope we meet again, so I can prove to you, that this will work, and the profit will be that much better." He then turned to Strea, "I understand you will only help me on this one, I gladly accept, but I disagree that we should get paid for returning the root, for one reason, when we kill him, think about it, we can just take all of his money and credits, which could and most likely will be in the millions, a much larger profit, and if its just going to be me, you and your two men, I think we might need more assistance, which is why I was hopeing Grizzelda wouldn't of left, she has a great shot."

"Now, we will need a plan of attack, any ideas?" Sinvrick asked.

[Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice*]

Strae laughed as Sinvrick spoke the words, "You've obviously never heard of Upezza Keeza beyond today. Our resources far out class yours." She told him. As Grizzelda revealed the ship, beautiful, sleek, and reliable, as proven by the various 'wounds' inflicted upon its exterior, Strae almost cooed out her approval. It was evident on her eyes, which she allowed to be unshaded. She always enjoyed getting new, sophisticated weapons and devices. She'd love to have that ship, but thought it best not to steal it. After all, Grizzelda and her ship could be used without requiring ownership of them. The thought made the back of her neck tingle.

From down here, watching the speck of a ship light up in a bright red as it escaped the atmosphere was like a fireworks display. Beautiful, elegant, but brief. All pleasures were. Quickly she tapped into her comm link, "Do not shoot the leaving vessel. Make a contact with it." She reported to the Shadow Ark, which was only a couple thousand miles away from Grizzelda's exit point, being able to see her perfectly. Because of the way the sun glinted off the surface, one might be able to see the ship, for it was massive, but otherwise it was practically invisible. Strae gave the radio frequency and ordered, "Encrypt it and get a stable connection. Tell her to be on standby, I'll be getting into the gunship soon, where is it?"

A few seconds and a voice patched back, "We're on it. Gunship is about three minutes North of here."

"Tal is dead." Strae reported, she did not mention anything about his lack of loyalty though. Turning to Sinvrick she cut the communication and said, "Well, my network of spies are much more than me and Will here." With a chuckle she added, "And as far as Scarat goes, he's nothing; my group could kill him without a noise or a whisper. In fact, he may roll over and die if he just heard he'd invoked the full wrath of Upezza Keeza. But this conversation is not for now. Not Felucia. See if you can get Zeth on board, I'm out" She took her hat off and gave a showy bow, sweeping her hat wide and showing her blonde hair. The brim of the hat slight grazed the ground. While down, Strae sneakily moved a hand to her boots and flicked a switch, enabling the noise maker. As she rose, she allowed her hand to graze a tiny, nearly invisible string along her outer wear, and removed a lock mechanism, causing the string to loosen and move into the attire, and in effect, made her amulets and trinkets that adorned her clothes become loose. As she lifted her hat she brushed her fingers against the soft plumage, placing it tightly on her head and strapping it with one, quick, practiced, fluid motion. Then she about faced, and walked off into the shadows, her boots clicking loudly, although she moved across soft dirt, and her trinkets dangling obnoxiously.

[Kella]

Grizzelda gently guided her ship into temporary orbit, waiting to find the right angle to break out of Felucia's gravity and jet off into hyperspace. The shadowy images of her HUD keep her updated to most everything, superimposed upon the space landscape. A symbol flashed in the upper right corner, alerting her to a Comm signal in range. Encrypted. Grizzelda smiled.

Her voice rang crisp and clear across the radio. "Slipstream to Shadow Ark, Anybody copy?"

ooc// Gaaaah... shortness.... //

[Sinvrick]

Dazed out into what was once was of himself, wondering that if he managed to pull this attack off at least and the Hutt that rose his hand to force Sinvrick to do what he had to than would that be enough? However enough was never enough, not in this life. The only thing he wanted now, was to be the one who slashed the throat of that slugs neck, it he is able to find it through all of the fat that is.

Sinvrick stood up and checked all his weapons, twirling his pistols and swords when in hand. Checking the scopes of his rifle, filling his torch with fuel from his jet pack and finally placing his helmet back on. This was no longer time for blissfully watching the time go by.

Sinvrick watched Strea get aboard he looked over at Zeth, wondering what was his plans where. "HEY ZETH! You joining in this little voyage, or are you heading back to your war?" Sinvrick asked.

[Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice*]

As Strae marched through the forest, alone, the humidity sunk into her. With no others around, and she knew Will was not currently watching, she allowed herself to slouch. The heat was unbearable, and she knew that the first thing she'd do would be to disrobe and take a shower. Roughly clearing the last piece of low hanging brush between her and a waiting Republic gunship, she sighed audibly. Will was already waiting and a small crew had cleaned up already, putting everything from their earlier campsite into the ship tightly. Strae walked up the ramp and saw the sides close, shuttering her into a darkness for a few moments. When the lights came on, she found a seat and thought things over. About the past, the present, and the future. About Grizzelda and Sinvrick. She also found her thoughts straying...To Graffion Maruhuey, the assassin that some slug had paid her to follow. Shadow Ark had contacted that they knew about him, and his whereabouts. They had yet to divulge the information.

~*~

The pilot sitting in the Comm desk at the Bridge of Shadow ark smiled as the message came through, he picked it up, "This is Shadow Ark, captains not on board, she should be in a few moments."

( Should we move this to <Insert Scarat's homebase planet> and make a topic? Or do you want to continue in space? )

[Kella]

ooc// As soon as Grizz jumps into hyperspace, I'll put up the new thread. People shall then post their last posts here, and come to Scarat's home base when they are so ready. ... wherever his home base is. I shall think on that. And get back too you. X) //

"Oh dear," Grizzelda said, "I s'pose that means I'll have to be patient, then." She let free a gentle sigh. Grizzelda decided Felucia looked much more attractive from space than She did from the surface. For a Gal raised on the inner-city streets of Corellia, she was more accostomed to the Urban Jungle than to life out-of-doors. Which wasn't to say she couldn't cope, of course. But it was not her forte, for certain.

Patience did not come naturally to Grizzelda. However, a long time ago, she'd decided that if stake-outs were going to be worth it, she'd have to learn to be patient. And so she had. Grizzelda used the precious spare moments to mull the events of the past 36 hours over in her head.

Firstly, there was Strae. An enigmatic woman, to be sure. However, Grizzelda got the feeling Strae was treading upon unfamiliar grounds, in certain respects. One can tell from the way another carries themselves.

And then there was Sinvrick... Psychopath he probably was. Human only in name. It was that sort of fate; not long, slow death, nor handicap... No, the worst was when the soul died and the body lived on. Grizzelda wouldn't wish that on the most vile of her enemies. ... Well, actually, that wasn't true. There were a couple Dark Jedi... and that guy who'd stolen her hyperdrive... And then there was her no-longer-romantic-interest, but that was a whole different sort of low.

Zeth, too. He talked so little she didn't have a good chance to read him... but he had a lightsaber, which was either a sign that he had great Luck, or great Skill, to have bested a Jedi.

Similar situations applied to Will, and no-longer-Tal. They talked, or had talked, so little, she hadn't been able to read them properly. They moved confidently, though, which Grizzelda was beginning to take as a trade-mark of Upezza Kezza.

And then Grizzelda shifted to programming in the coordinates for her next jump into hyperspace. It would bring her right onto Scarat's doorstep...

[Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice*]

( Can it be on Nar Shaddaa, because I've got business there with Strae right after. )

The ship stopped rocking after a moment, and Strae was finally able to open her eyes. She always hated atmospheric travel. No matter how smooth your ship, you were always in for a rough ride. Unless it was a large ship, like Shadow Ark or a Republic cruiser. Strae began entertaining thoughts of just bringing the whole ship down to Felucia next time she had business here. That thought was snatched away as a voice said, "Brace for landing."

They were obviously about to enter the shadow Ark. Strae was about to reach for the bar to hold onto, but realized that she was still gripping it, with a white knuckle nonetheless. She smirked, realizing how foolish she must seem. Strae always hated any kind of flight travel, especially space. She liked to be on the ground, where you weren't dependent on a pilot, or a machines mechanism. She liked to sneak right up to her enemies and stab it with a well made weapon; not anything that could malfunction like a blaster. With a scowl, she realized that any spy network had to be able to space travel, and she just had to deal with it now, as she always had.

The ship shook once more as it landed on the hangar floor. Strae jumped out immediately, shaking herself. "I suppose I'm needed at the bridge before I go to my private quarters." She mumbled.

As she left the small ship, a Rodian walked beside her, informing her of all the monotonous tasks and their progress that Upezza Keeza worked on. She listened with little interest, simply content that all of her agents were doing well. Luckily there was no bad reports. By the time the Rodian had finished, Strae was done pretending to care anyways. Luckily, they had reached the Bridge.

Walking into the captains chair, which was equal to that of a throne chair, she slouched across one of its arms and threw her feet on the front desk. "Punch in the Nar Shaddaa coordinates." She said lazily to her pilot, "And turn on the Comm's."

"Communications will be set in, Three, Two, one..."

Strae spoke through the comm, her voice not at all displaying her demeanor. "Shadow Ark to slipstream, captain Arhst Speaking." She said, "It is my belief that we have business to conduct, and this time in a more safer atmosphere." She thought for a moment, about the irony that they were technically not in any atmosphere.

[Kella]

ooc// Nar Shaddaa did indeed cross my mind, so that will be splendid. ;D Now I'll just have to do my proper research... X) I love you, Wookieepedia. //

Grizzelda cocked a smile, though she knew no-one on the Shadow Ark could see.
"Finally kicked your feet up, have you?" Her question was simply conversational; she had no idea how closely she'd indicated the Captain's whereabouts.

"Business indeed. Now, I have a root, and you do not, which obliges you to listen to me, at least for a moment. Knowing Scarat, for he is as most Hutts are, he will attempt to haggle down the price. We shall haggle it up. There were no specificiations as to how much root he wanted, which oblidges him to pay the both of us, nay? Whilst I was waiting for you to finish your pleasure-cruise, I figured I've a bit of dirt on our Dear Slug. I find Blackmailing pitiful and cowardly, and I do not resort to that sort of thing. I leave that to my clients. Scarat," she paused for effect, "does not know that. It's at least a wrench to throw if he is... less than generous." A shrug waved through the tone of her voice. "But we must make sure the Hutt does not feel intimidated. For then he will attempt to arrest us, and we will get no money. Though, we must work quickly, for we ought to get there before Sir Sinvrick the Prick." Grizzelda's tone wrinkled wry for a moment.

"Well, you now have your information. Figure out a plan, I'm all ears."

Grizzelda was happy to leave the planning to someone else. She was perfectly capable, when handling only herself. Though, she had no great command over people, and so when it came to groups, she generally let someone better-suited take charge. It was the most wise thing to do, in any case. She had played her part, and now the ball was in Strae's court.

Had Grizzelda been the only one, she simply would have made her delivery, demanded no more than 50% greater the original commision, and been on her way. However, this particular instance involved those other than herself. In any event, being on Upezza Keeza's good side, if the organization even had one, would be beneficial. Strae would make a good ally, and a good friend, if not a somewhat odd one. If she were invited, Grizzelda fancied she might do some work for the Upezza Keeza.

It had been a few months since she'd last gotten her fingers deep in some inter-galactic dirt... For some reason, she was running through a shortage of intelligence jobs. Grizzelda expected that was due to a Bounty Hunter she'd offended in Recent past, but it wasn't her fault she was a better shot than he was. Soon, the Animosity would fade into nothingness, and things would return to how they usually were, which was never even close to 'usual'.

Grizzelda waited for Strae's response to her information, tweaking the coordinates again. She had to ensure she came out on the proper side of Nar Shadaa... or she might end up one big pile of space-dust.
You seriously need to consider upgrading this dinosaur of a system, ol' gal...

[Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice*]

At first it struck her odd that Grizzelda could so accurately guess Strae's demeanor, then it made sense. Strae always conducted herself in a strict but lazy attitude, which showed through her body language. Of course it would be assumed that Strae would laze around in her own home. She suppressed an amused chuckle.

Strae thought about her encounters with the slug for a moment, and then said, "First things first, we need to let the slug know that he's got the ball in his court. We need to make him feel significant. Hutt's love that, its their personal high...If their not already literally high." Strae finished, "I suggest we do this by making it clear that we value his business and the income it brings. Following this, we punctuate that although we value his business, we did not enjoy walking into a death trap. Of course, as confident slugs always do, he'll laugh at us. If we're unlucky he'll agree with us, and up the price a little, which will force us into a bad position. If he winds up generous, any attempt of further bargaining with him will be gone, because he'll be offended, and will get angry. Angry Hutt's don't know whats good for them, in which case we'll have to intimidate him if we want any higher, mostly by pulling out the reputation of my particular...guild."

She sighed and said, "If we're lucky, he'll not want to bargain at first, and we can make it clear that we're angry. Then we can use many things; on top of which that the deal wasn't clear; for instance, he told us to get a small sample. He didn't say how many or how big, and we can charge him extra for the size of the thing. We can also make it clear that we wouldn't do anything else for him in the future. No more jobs. He'll listen to that." Strae chuckled with her last statement and then waved her hand, almost dismissing the entire thing, "But onto other things."

"Zelda, you seem like the right fit for Upezza Keeza...What would you say about working for us."

Hallian Grax, Strae's right hand Twi'Lek, turned a surprised stare. It had a mix of jealousy and slight anger in it. All of Upezza Keeza's members had to train for years and display an ultimate loyalty just to be CONSIDERED for joining. And now this person gets in after 32 hours? In his head, he was severely hoping that Grizzelda would say no. He was hoping even more that Strae would be outraged, and send him to kill this woman. Under normal circumstances, that is exactly what Strae might do, minus the outrage. He had no way of knowing that Strae was developing the first friend she'd ever had; a twisted sort of friendship, no doubt.

[Kella]

Hadn't she just been thinking on the very subject? Grizzelda chuckled to herself.

"I'm honored. A tempting offer, to be certain. " She paused, though it was not an uncertain one. "See, I'm a free-bird. Not fond of fetters." Her voice sounded almost regretful, but it was obvious she had more to say. "Which calls for a counter-offer, eh? How 'bout I contract. A business partner of sorts. Should you be in need of my services, I'll most likely make myself available. But I write my own calendar."

Grizzelda knew she was treading on shifting ground. Some took offence at her attitude of nonchalance. She found such things humerous, but they could be bad for the health. Even so, she was no puppy desperately begging for scraps at the table of Upezza Keeza. She'd been running her own enterprise for the past decade, and she could sure as Vahl keep it going. Upezza Keeza was just her speed, but she was ever and always a free spirit. She'd sooner tick them off from the get-go, then slip into the ranks, have her loyalty questioned, and end up like poor mutinous Tal.

And then there was the fact that Grizzelda got the feeling that Strae would be somewhat... lenient with entry requirements. You don't just gather bums off the street and expect loyalty to the death; Grizzelda guessed the average Joe went through a great deal of trouble to become a part of Upezza Keeza. And here it was, being handed to her on a silver platter.

Grizzelda didn't like silver platters.

And so, she consented to do what she always did; haggle. She might not have been a great leader, but she was certainly a business-woman.

Grizzelda once again found herself cursing the limits of Conversation via comm. She couldn't read the body language of whoever it was she was listening to. Kuune, an old Gotal friend, would have been able to tell Strae's precise mood in a heartbeat. It was impossible to lie to that particular Merchant. But Kuune was not around, and so Grizzelda was left to her own (somewhat) reliable devices, as she awaited Strae's response.

[Mr.Bøbert]

((ooc: Grah! I was unable to post for a few days..... ))

[Kella]

ooc// No worries. I'm sure you'll be able to catch up. ;D Zeth wasn't exactly the talkative type, in any event. X) //

[Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice*]

Somehow Strae wasn't surprised. She didn't know why at first, then it hit her. Strae liked Grizzelda because they had like traits. The response didn't trigger any surprise because that may well be exactly what she herself would have done. Simple as that. Then another thought struck her. If Grizzelda was like Strae, then perhaps allowing her to even be on the ship was a bit dangerous. After-all, Strae couldn't be entirely trusted by her own members. Pausing for a moment to think, Strae weighed the danger to the possible benefit; amusement. It was the only reason Grizzelda was actually still alive. Strae would have and possibly should have the Shadow Ark blow her up, then descend upon Zeth and Sinvrick, and have them destroyed...But circumstances were different today.

She saw Grax, entirely discombobulated by the ordeal, and thought for a moment about the implications. She also noticed that he was hopeful for something, and slowly she began to catch onto his jealous line of thinking. Brushing it aside, she smirked. Often times jealous underlings worked ever harder to accomplish their goals. Good, Strae was in for sure.

"Sounds fair. After all, you don't know anything about us. How about this, we'll send a small recon droid that you can keep on your ship. Through it, we can send instant transmission to you, and you to us." She smiled as she thought for a moment, "If ever we have need, we'll call. As an added bonus, since your officially unofficially working for us, you'll be under our protection. That means one distress signal and we'll send someone to help you out. But in exchange, you have to help us. We deal in information." Strae informed, allowing an exaggerated pause, as if it were suppose to be some big surprise, even though Strae figured Grizz as someone who would have figured it out by now, "If you happen to find any...Particularly controversial details, we'd appreciate it if you informed us. Anything that seems useful. Some things that don't seem useful can be useful. I'm not going to make you fill out a report like all my men...but still, anything that seems worth telling you should tell us. There's just one rule. Don't double cross us. Have you ever heard of the Harr'Aaat massacre?" She asked.

The Harr'Aaat massacre referred to an event on Tattoine where a group of weapons smugglers, a rather large one, at least sixty members in total, turned up dead; most of the members were killed with the element of surprise, and their bodies could be found throughout the city as if going about their daily lives when it happened...But the five leaders were found horribly tortured and publicly...Displayed. Nobody knew, but they had double crossed Upezza Keeza, which is what Strae was now implying. She really hoped Grizzelda had heard about it, otherwise it would be an idle threat. Tattoine Hutt's had kept it low profile, it barely made local news. But rumors about it had spread.

[Kella]

"Information is my specialty." Grizzelda's smile widened, though she knew those of the Shadow Ark could not see it. "I could live with that. Though, I would advise against putting bugs on that recon droid. My information is mine, and mine alone, unless I do decide to share it."

An odd expression flashed across Grizzelda's face at the mention of the Harr'Aaat Massacre. She had every rumor memorized, just as she did for any other Galactic trouble of interest.
So it was Upezza Keeza... Why am I not surprised. Fits the profile like a glove.
She wouldn't be double-crossing them anyway. She'd already decided that much.

Grizzelda was somewhat offended that Strae was mentioning that even the most insignificant of details can be useful. She knew that full well, and had a knack for knowing what was important, and what wasn't. Connections. Subterfuge. Her life-blood. Then again, Strae had no way of knowing that. She had no way of knowing that Grizzelda would probably play the situation much more to her advantage than anyone realized, and without Upezza Keeza knowing the difference. But that was her job. Professional Rogue.


ooc// The above is somewhat open-ended... with semi-good reason. I shall be out of town and Offline until about Tuesday. Until then, I bid you all fare-well! If you need to advance the plot, feel free, but this ought to be a good chance for Zeth to catch up. I'll make the Nar Shadaa thread as soon as I return. See ya later, guys! //

[Sinvrick]

The others had left him there. "No" Sinvrick thought, "they have simple said goodbye for now, they would see each other again soon enough."

Sinvrick stood finally and took a deep breath as he stretched his arms out and yawned slightly. There was no time no for squatting down waiting for some big creature to come by and devour him whole, although the excitement would be worth the wait. He readied his blaster and blade, and headed off towards the landing base that the freighter that took him here was bond to. With a loud boom, his jet pack fired and he was off. Sure enough with what seemed like seconds but what was really almost an hour, Sinvrick had the base in sight so he landed to plan a small one man attack out, and a theft of a ship to take him to the Hutt, cargo and all.

Sinvrick waited for hour to night fall, he then approached the walls, very stealth like. "For wrath!," He muttered to himself. He set his jet pack to silent mode and removed it, so when he pressed the return button on his arm's computer it would fly to him. He climbed the wall using his dagger and blade, this only took about five minutes to climb, being that it was almost a twenty foot wall. Once on the top he rolled to lay on his back as to avoid the spot light. At this point it began to rain. Laying on his back he muttered once again, "That was close." If the spot light had seen him, his whole operation would be for not.

Sinvrick rolled to lay on his stomach and began to crawl to a near by guards tower, which was unoccupied at the moment. He reached it with out being spotted. He got inside the tower with ease, using the same method as with the wall. Sinvrick was getting use to the root being at his side, so in its absence being that he left it attached to his jet pack to not harm it in the stealth operation, it seemed awkward to not have the extra weight. Inside the guard tower now, he lurked into the shadows. He previously in his planning scoped out the guard and managed to find out when the exchange of the guard took place, he manage to sneak himself into the tower without being noticed during the switch up. The next two guards came from the stairs into the tower, chatting about how it suddenly began to rain so quick, little did they now what was about to happen to them. When they looked out into the court yard Sinvrick sneaked up to stand directly behind them, he was actually quite larger than they were, which would make it easier for him. One blade to each spine with a quick jab, Sinvrick's favorite move, this was the first time he could do a double target with the move, which made him enjoy the thrill of a kill tenfold. He let the bodies slide down to the floor ever so gently.

Sinvrick saw a able ship just inside of the court yard that the tower over looked. Now was the moment, this tower was the only that could cause him problems. The others only looked outside of the walls. He leaped. He landed with his two feet firmly on the ship followed by a roll to deal with the force of the landing and his armors weight dragging him down as well. He pressed the return button and within seconds his jet pack was in his arms. Sinvrick then sneaked his way, around and into the ship, he was not seen. Once inside, the crew posed no threat mostly just slaves and a few guardsmen. He stowed away in the cargo hold until the ship was in orbit. Once the ship was ready, it would be Sinvrick's turn once again. Within minutes the ship was his, all the slaves and guards dead in pools of their own blood. Sinvrick made his way to the control deck, it was a faily sized vessel, crewed by roughly thirty men, able to hold an additional fifty on board, Sinvrick would have no problem manning it to the desert planet of the Hutts. He pushed a dead carcus of a guard off the panel and open the comm.
"Strea, Grizzelda, Zeth, are you there, I'm on my way to Scarat, I'll see you guys there, if your still around, Safe flight to you all."

[Kella]

ooc// Why anybody would put a base on Felucia, I do not know, but whatever works, I s'pose. ;D //

Grizzelda might have continued, when she heard Sinvrick's voice crackle over the radio. 'Brilliant', she muttered, almost too low for the comm to pick up, 'A 'safe flight' wish from the crack-pot. Why am I not comforted?'

"Well," she said, "I do prefer to make deals face-to-face." That way, she could tell if they were lying. Not that Strae would be easy to read... but cronies had a habit of giving things away. Another reason she preferred to work alone. "I bid you fare-well, and I shall see you at Nar Shadaa!"

Whatever parting words she recieved, the end result was the same. Grizzelda cast one last look at Felucia, enchanted by the way the colors swirled below clouds of lilac. Twice she'd escaped that fly-paper planet, and twice she was glad to leave it behind. Despite the way it beat with the Force-- no, because of it. Because of the way it beat with the Force, it was just as fickle as that invisible thread. Trecharous. Grizzelda didn't trust it. As if she trusted anything, or anyone, for that matter.

With a light heart, she eased her ship into hyperspace. There was little doubt she'd arrive first. Once she nursed the Slipstream into hyperspace, it was reliable as a Bantha. Before that, though... well, she was thankful there hadn't been any problems. At least her ship was fast.



ooc// Hyperspace Coordinates to Nar Shaddaa.

[Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice*]

Strae sat still, practically ignoring the call of Sinvrick. What a fool! And likely, Upezza Keeza would kill him in the future for a quiet bounty. So Strae thought it immediately best to spend as much time near him as possible, and get to know him. For a moment, she thought she may actually enjoy killing the boy. But then again, when had she ever earned a quick and easy profit, or a profit at all, and not enjoyed it? A smile ran across her seemingly delicate features, and she gave thought enough to Zelda's words, enough to know what she said and make a quick retort.

"I should we see you there." Strae said, her tone indicating that Grizzelda had less of a choice than the comment would illustrate. So it was when dealing with Upezza Keeza.

As the coordinates were put in, Strae sat and thought for a moment, "Barter for time before we deal with Scarat." Strae said to her lieutenants, "I should wish a quick, three hour rest and shower before going down to Nar Shaddaa. I will go personally down to the planet with a small guard contingent."

"Coordinated put in, checked, and double checked." The pilot assured.

"Then we go."