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Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jun 18, 2009 18:47:34 GMT -5
Strae smiled. She turned to the slug, and said, "You know I just might do that!" Her hand slapped her forearm hard enough to make a loud thwack noise. As she did so, she had made sure to position her arm to aim at the Gammorean guard. Her sleeve suddenly billowed upward, as a small device, attached to her arm, launched a dart. It soared through the air, slamming hard into the pig creatures ugly snout. The thing started to sputter in rage and charge, but fell forward as the deadly poison on the dart went right to its thick skull, a couple of twitches, and the thing fell to the ground, four hundred pounds of fat and fury hitting so hard the entire room could hear it. The Gammorean began to snore very loud. Strae frowned, tucking her sleeve back into place, and quietly reloading the projectile on her arm, this time with a poison dart that kills... "Oh, well, he's not in right now. Sleeping on the job. That's the difference between my group and your group, Scarat...Discipline." She replied, feigning disappointment, "I don't know if you know just how frustrated we are, dear Scarat." Her Retinue tensed up, and Strae herself wasn't sure if the Slug was going to lick his lips and laugh, or have them all killed. Either way, she suspected it to be quite a profitable turnout. ( Upezza Keeza's private motto: We don't fuck around here! LOL
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Jun 19, 2009 16:56:42 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Jun 19, 2009 16:56:42 GMT -5
Scarat laughed.
The sound reverberated through the room, harsh and gutteral, like a rusty bay door refusing to open. It was not a nervous laugh, no, nor was it a half-hearted chuckle. No one in current presence had ever heard Scarat laugh quite so hard.
When he had finally calmed himself, the Hutt spoke. "Ah! You spies are so very entertaining! Enough to amuse a Hutt for a good long while. Quite the showman you are, Strae. Quite unlike some of your predecessors." Scarat chuckled again. His race was a long-lived one, no doubt he was remembering some long-dead leader of an ancient network. "I had hoped to be greeted by such. You've put me in a generous mood! 20,000 credits for you trouble; double the signed price; for I thing you've a new associate. One that I hired has not returned; and she would never be caught dead on Felucia. In fact, she's probably here somewhere; sneakier than a Wamp-Rat. I do hope Upezza is satisfied with this arrangement, young Strae." Scarat judged age by Hutt standard, which made pretty much everyone under the age of 80 standard years young and naive in his opinion. "I have been at this game much longer than you. If you are wise, you will accept my generosity before I repeal it. There will be no further haggling." Scarat's tone had gained an edge. "Now, I have other business to attend to. Good day, Strae Arhst, and enjoy your credits."
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Grizzelda rolled her eyes. Scarat really was predictable. And he seemed to have remembered her reputation, which was flattering. She glanced at the downed Gammorean and suppressed a chuckle. She doubted putting on a show would impress many other business partners, but Strae certainly had struck a cord with Scarat. She'd just have to remind Strae not to try such things again. Attempted intimidation had a tendency to offend the recipient... unless, of course, Strae had been counting on Scarat's personality. Grizzelda hadn't quite nailed Strae's tendencies, and that was bothering her. Strae was a hard bird to read... Grizz would get to the bottom of it, though. She always did.
Now all that remained was to collect, and Jet... unless, of course, that fool Sinvrick felt it necessary to do something drastic. Grizzelda wasn't sure she wanted to loose the source of income that was Scarat... But there would be time to act decisively later. For now, she waited to see if Strae would do the sensible thing and accept the Hutt's offer. Honor, or reason? Grizz was very, very curious...
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Jun 20, 2009 5:38:18 GMT -5
Post by Sinvrick on Jun 20, 2009 5:38:18 GMT -5
Sinvrick rolled his eyes. The whole idea of lingering around now waiting for the others to do something, actually interesting, unlike putting an over large green walking pig to sleep. Sinvrick chuckled a bit, he was thinking that she needed to give the pig a blaket to go with its nap. Anyways, a little skirmish with the same crew again, how boring, he could find more entertainment fighting in the war. He left with out paying for his drink. When the bartender asked, Sinvrick simple flashed his gun not even looking in the direction of the bar, whilst walking up the stairs to leave. Walking down the halls to the outside once again, Sinvrick waved looking towards the ground, with the thought of never seeing those people ever again. Why hang around people who think your a fool, sure his mind wasn't all there, but being forced to kill people for many years against your will, and bieng tortured before that takes an effect on people.
Sinvrick walked outside and took a deep breath, his pack slung over one shoulder his helmet in one hand and his credits in the other, he was ready, ready for something new. Least he wouldn't have to deal with spies and such for awhile, or atleast he hoped. They are always more directed to sneaking around, thats not a fight, getting close and ripping each others guts out, is much more enjoyable these days. Sinvrick spoke under his breath, "Lets have some real fun now." Which put a smile on his face, one he hasn't had there for awhile now.
With his tenthousand credits he managed to buy himself a computer hud, one that can manage all sorts of data, with a large amount of memory space to boot. Twin laser cannons, extendable that go right into his for arm armour. Finally a tracking system, that could locate any particular item within a two houndred mile radius with out being up in the air. All this cost him most of his credits. He didn't know quite what to do next so he wondered the streets keeping a watchful eye for anything new and exciting.
OOC: L8er peeps
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Jun 20, 2009 20:08:40 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jun 20, 2009 20:08:40 GMT -5
Strae looked at the Hutt, seeming as if in contemplation. To be honest, their was no question about the money. It was about whether or not she still wanted to kill the slime ball. She shrugged, Scarat could still be a reliable income. And if he did something stupid like this again, he'd be dead for sure. "Alrighty, then, accepted." She replied, deciding it best to give him another chance. Just one more chance. Except, she took careful note to remind herself that she would not personally go on the next mission he gave her, "Just remember, Upezza Keeza is the best at what we do. Their is, and never will be, a need to send multiple groups. Even spies and Hutt's need to have a certain level of trust in order to work together."
She began to walk toward the Rodian, signaling to her retinue to put their weapons away. She noticed that Sinvrick had left, and so she didn't need to jump to the Slug's defense. Which she was kind of disappointed at. While holding nothing against the man, she figured that it might put some good light on Strae for Scarat, which might mean more business in the future. Its all about the profit, and with Strae, profit might come from siding with the enemy and turning on the ally, leaving altogether, or, if she was cocky enough, killing both sides and taking the massive spoils.
She remembered once that there had been a fight in a group of stupid Gammoreans on Tattooine, and Strae's group, of course, saw the prize they were fighting for, muchos credits. They felt inclined to join the losing side and even out the odds. Of course, since they were evening things out, once their side got the edge, they'd have to switch over. The pigs even fell for it for two cycles, and eventually figured it out. By then, as the two groups united against her small band, it was too late for the morons.
Strae smiled, remembering the thought, again saddened at Sinvrick's leaving. She arrived in front of the Rodian, and leaned on the thing, throwing her arms over its shoulder like a good ol' pal, "Whatchya got fer me, buddy?" She asked, putting on a fake street accent to follow through with the joke, and flashing a grin. Somehow, whenever she was in a Hutt's house, she felt more at home their than outside. Perhaps it was because most everyone in these places were so predictable, and she couldn't help but use that against 'em to tease.
Her eyes turned over to the location that Grizzelda was in, and she winked. Her bodyguard, who had exceptional night vision, had pointed Grizz out earlier, very quietly, of course. Strae had been wondering what the girl was doing, slipping into the maintenance and servants corridors. Again, the enigmatic one reminded Strae of herself, when she was young, and just a henchman of her parents, not the leader of a spy network. Not having to deal upfront. A grin spread across her face, and she turned back to the Rodian.
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Jun 24, 2009 17:43:13 GMT -5
Post by Kella on Jun 24, 2009 17:43:13 GMT -5
Grizz spared Strae a salute; She'd been curious to see how long it would take Strae's retinue to find her. The shadows seemed to cling to her as she slipped past the Arkanian. However, she stopped suddenly and turned as she felt a hand upon her shoulder. For the first time, she heard the man speak, and realized there was something familiar about his stone-grind voice.
"Drisdae sends his greetings."
Drisdae? She hadn't thought about him in... in years... it was like a flash mine had gone off, her mind was blank and blinded. Drisdae... he was alive? Not his real name, of course... she knew his real name... But the present came back like a splash of icy water, and Grizzelda managed to nodd at the Arkanian before diving for the solitude of a servant's entrance. Drisdae... the name kept repeating itself in her mind; but it was only a code-name. Only an illusion... But could the Arkanian be trusted? Did he really... but then Grizzelda remembered where she knew him from, and the memory sent a chill down her spine. Why did the past have to be so damned persistent?
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The Rodian looked at Strae uncomfortably; he didn't like powerful people. Powerful people didn't tip. They stepped on his toes. And they didn't care. He just worked for the Hutt to pay the bills... there wasn't much money in his business; revenge. But that didn't matter as he handed over the 20,000 credits, and muttered 'Thank you for your patronage, please come again' in his Rodian tongue. He didn't like Scarat's mood any more than the other 'employees'. It usually meant he'd be firing someone later that night...
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Ten minutes later, Grizzelda was loitering in front of the Hutt's abode, her expression betraying none of her inner turmoil. That's how things were with Grizzelda. Being alone had its cons at times... another thought to be shoved away, at least for the moment. Why couldn't she have remembered the Arkanian was some manipulative liar? But he wasn't, he was trustworthy. Too trustworthy. And it was just like him to be working for a Hutt... Dammit, thought Grizzelda, but her face was clear. Strae's exit would be sure to distract her for a good time, and to that, she looked forward.
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ooc// It's been great having you, Sinvrick. ;D I wish you wonderful adventures ahead. Though, to accompany my parting words, I doubt Sinvrick would have been able to get that much for only 10,000 credits... Some of the high-end implants and gloves run that high, so I doubt he could get a HUD, and cannons, and a tracker. Might want to pick one. But that's just a suggestion, I'm no trade-authority. xD roffle. Hope to see you 'round.
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Jun 25, 2009 20:03:46 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jun 25, 2009 20:03:46 GMT -5
( I'm sure they're alot cheaper if you deal the way Sinvrick does! )
Strae walked out of the main building, satisfied. It had gone smoother than predicted. A bit dissapointed, but nonetheless with a skip in her step, she pocketed the credits after a quick count and moved straight for Grizzelda, "Wasn't sure if you had my back or his for a moment!" She joked, her retinue disbanding into the large crowd, becominh virtually invisible. Strae didn't quite catch the emotional turmoil, yet, she didn't know enough about Grizzelda to be able to do that. However, she did see that Grizzelda was a lot less...Animated.
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Post by Kella on Jun 26, 2009 14:25:11 GMT -5
ooc// xD I stand corrected! //
Grizz's smirk was quick to return. "Who said I had anyone's back? I was watching your front; you spy-types are notoriously near-sighted." Grizzelda winked, easily slipping back into old masks. The usual hustle and bustle continued on around, and the air buzzed with a cacophony of voices. Wookies and Trandoshans, Duros and Twi'leks, but most plentiful the numb humm of basic, native tongue of humans.
//adventurous, lighthearted music begins to play.//
"Speaking of which, now what? We've our credits. You have some other adventure in mind, or am I going to have to get us in a spot of trouble to stave off the boredom?" Grizzelda's smirk was present as ever, her eyes twinkling bright green. Thank the Force for distractions.
ooc// I do so despise short posts.. *sigh* Anyway, if you'd like, I can set up a plot discussion thread for Upezza Keeza dealings, if you don't already have one. Now we just need Zeth to post before we close this one out...
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Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jun 26, 2009 18:16:13 GMT -5
Strae thought for a moment, "I have to work out a deal with a high end mercenary group, but other than that...I've nothing else that I need personally to attend." ( If you want, we can have Griz tag along to 'distract' her from bigger things. And when she does do those bigger things, I've nothing else to distract me, and can full well help her out.
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Post by Mr.Bøbert on Jul 2, 2009 15:06:39 GMT -5
((ooc: Well, I'm not quite sure what I can really do at this point... lol))
Zeth walked out of the building, counting the credits before putting them in one of his belt pockets. It was a relatively good way to end the day... Just then, his helmet comm beeped, signaling he had a message. Scowling, he read it. He was to report to Concord Dawn. I thought I had the weekend off! he thought to himself. Oh, well. He started walking into the crowd, walked around a huge four-armed Besalkisk, and nearly ran into Grizzelda and Strae. "Ah, there you are. Well, I've got to run. Got an assignment. So much for weekend breaks. So... not to pry, but before I go, how do you plan on spending it?"
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Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jul 2, 2009 22:08:52 GMT -5
Strae looked at him and laughed, "What do I plan on buying? " She formed her arms to make a big circle and then a gun shape and said, "A really big gun in case I ever run into a Mando Commando. Good day, and if ever I meet again, I should hope they would be on profitable terms! Really, I would hope!" She said, just a bit of tease in her voice.
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Post by Kella on Jul 4, 2009 22:24:54 GMT -5
Grizzelda chuckled silently at Strae's response, then leaned conspiratorially toward Zeth, her tone smooth as silk. "Bonbons and Chardonnay, my dear Zeth." She winked lightly, then turned to follow Strae, her step sultry.
I do so love my job.
Nothing better than leaving mysteries unsolved. "If you'll have me," Grizzelda said to Strae as they walked away, "I think I shall be tagging along. I've nothing better to do, and I'm not keen on hanging around Nar Shadaa until Adventure comes along. Besides, I might as well actually become acquainted with my employers." It was so automatic, Grizzelda didn't even have to think about not uttering Upezza Keeza's name aloud. It wasn't the first time she'd been involved with a secret organization. And it wouldn't be the last, either. Not if Grizzelda had her way, at any rate.
While awaiting Strae's response, Grizzelda observed the traffic passing by. Various sorts and species, each looking less trustworthy than the last. At times it was hard to tell the garbage from the patronage. Good ol' Nar Shadaa.
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Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jul 5, 2009 14:52:40 GMT -5
Strae suddenly stopped, listening intently on her ear piece. "Damn." She muttered, "Trouble at the old mill." Turning to Grizelda with a frown, "We won't be staying here. I said I had business here, but plans have changed. It is to the ship we go, and while we're there, you can meet a few of the crew members. I'll explain once we get into more...Private quarters. Better yet, I'll show you the problem once we get to the ship." She reached into a pocket and pressed the button of a small red device. A few seconds later her retinue changed moving direction. They were all headed back to the ship.
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Post by Kella on Jul 6, 2009 0:29:16 GMT -5
Grizzelda was pleased at the ease with which the Upezza Keeza changed course. Like a well-oiled machine.
She tilted her head upward, watching the bellies of transports whirr ahead, every size and shape. They reminded her of Koi-fish. Grizzelda shifted her attention back to Strae.
"Splendid. I've got to start earning my reputation sometime." Her tone was both wry and confident.
Even so, she endeavered to let nothing of interest escape her notice. Grizzelda noticed a young Squib who had the distinct air of a pick-pocket. He wasn't looking directly at her, yet... All it took was for Grizzelda to subtly undo the band which secured her blaster to its thigh-holster. The youth disappeared into the crowd. Like so many faceless others.
And yet the bulk of Grizzelda's attention remained on following Strae. She silently began to run through possibilities, waiting for further direction, each idea making a bit more sense than the last.
ooc// Any errors/dullness in the above post I blame on my current state of exhaustion... I'll let you know if I come through and revise it later, when I'm awake. X) //
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Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jul 6, 2009 3:11:01 GMT -5
Strae followed Griz's gaze and almost chuckled, "Teasing the locals? Who knows, kid may be a little mini-Zelda in the making!" She hushed for a moment, "We're getting closer to the hangar." She replied, "So, make it quick."
( I'm not in the mood for detail right now, just want to use dialogue and push this thing forward. )
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Post by Kella on Jul 6, 2009 14:23:15 GMT -5
Grizzelda chuckled at Strae's comment. The woman was right. It wasn't all that long ago that she herself had been slinking around Corellian streets, picking pockets to support her fascination with blasters. Not so long, and yet so very far away.
Grizzelda quickened her step to match Strae's. Her hazel eyes locked upon the now-visible hangar entrance. Answers were only fifty yards away, on the left. Sixty paces later, Grizzelda was offering a mock-salute to the security camera, which resulted in the door hissing open with that familiar, pneumatic sound. Strae's retinue surely wouldn't be far behind, if they weren't already there.
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Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jul 6, 2009 21:03:28 GMT -5
It was only a few moments later that the rest of the group were tailing them, and even walking into the hangar bay. Strae looked at the two ships, then said, "The Ark has a landing bay. How about we put your ship in there until we've concluded our business and met the crew. I'll ride with you and my men will take our ship, if that is alright with you." She smirked, walking toward the ship, "She is reliable, right?"
Her retinue, after giving a few concerned looks about Grizzelda's ship, walked over to the gunship, preparing it. The Kaleesh, most uncomfortable, clicked her toes.
"Oh, I'll be fine." Strae waved them away. She leaned up against the wall and casually waved her arms at them, "Sheesh, what a bunch 'o worry warts." She said, but really, she was comforted inside. Their worry was genuine, she could tell, which meant this group, her most trusted of spies, were still broken. Still loyal. Still useful.
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Post by Kella on Jul 6, 2009 22:09:22 GMT -5
Grizzelda cocked a trademark half-smile. "Depends on your definition of 'reliable'." Walking up to the ship, she ran a hand along a gleaming chrome racing stripe. "The Slipstream has been through more abuse than your average war-tank. Heavily modified from the original Razorback blueprints, lovingly pieced together by yours truly. Held together by nothing more than blood, sweat and tears." Grizzelda's tone was one of a salesman. She was obviously proud of her ship.
"Fast as a bullet when she wants to be, stubborn as a mule the rest of the time. If ever there was a sentient ship, the Slipstream would be it." Grizzelda winked. "You're welcome aboard, though I'm afraid it isn't the roomiest of vessels."
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Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jul 6, 2009 22:24:32 GMT -5
Strae shrugged, "If its as you say, we should have no problems." She said, removing her hat. She took one last look at the ship, then shrugged again and moved in, holding her hat in her fingers. "Where may I put this?" She asked, observing the interior quickly.
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Post by Kella on Jul 7, 2009 13:13:28 GMT -5
Grizzelda leaned back against the wing of her ship, watching as Strae boarded. "Wherever it'll fit. I don't know what you're accustomed to, but I have no need for a luxury cruiser." Grizzelda chuckled to herself, presumably at some long-ago memory. Strae wouldn't need direction to find her way into the rear in-line seat. Usually, the Razorback model was made for only one, but Grizzelda had, of course, modified that too. Back when she'd actually had someone else to carry around. A gentle sense of sadness swept over her countenance as she reminisced.
However, as usual, the present was much more demanding of her attentions. After making sure Strae was secure, Grizzelda vaulted into the cockpit via the wing. Who needed boarding platforms? She smiled smugly to herself. The cockpit closed with a familiar hiss, click, and Grizzelda performed the control strokes which would bring the ship's computer online. Much to Grizzelda's pleasure, it whirred to life on the first try. It seemed the Slipstream was keen to show off for her new passenger.
Grizzelda performed the rest of the pre-flight checks, the movements so ingrained into her conscious that she hardly had to think about them, save for resolving a small issue with the re-routing of coolant. Grizzelda began to feed information to the nav computer, and without looking up, she posed a question.
"Where to?"
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Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jul 8, 2009 0:23:32 GMT -5
"Kuat. We'll be meeting the Ark over there." She said, affirmatively, "But before we go onto the planet, we have to board the Ark, so I can change and gather the needed supplies." As she spoke, she removed her hat, and her gaudy clothing, keeping on her black undershirt and pants. The cling of devices and such rang loudly as she placed her attire, folded, very carefully beneath her and strapped it down. After all, she didn't want anything exploding right beneath her.
( Really makes you wander just what EXACTLY she has hidden in there that may explode so whilly nilly. >.> Anyways, I'll make a topic in the Roleplay Requests and Kuat in, eh, a day or so? I can't right now, but I'll get on it soon. )
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