The Exchange: A Thorn in Our Side (Restart)

[DancingFox]

Another day at the Glorious Jewel, another day full of work for those not looking to relax here. While Nor'baal's palace still provided a great hideout for the members of the Exchange, where they were able to engage in unrestricted spice trade, relax and other numerous activities, not all was as well since the Hutt's retirement. Without Nor'baal's slimy... um, iron fist, problems arose, one after another. And where there were problems, only more problems piled up until someone solved them. And in here, that someone is the Exchange, once again. While some members still used their stay on the Glorious Jewel to relax and have fun, others found themselves to be here on duty. Even parts of the entire palace were changed into offices, as Nal'Hutta become more important for the Exchange to keep around. And today was especially busy day. Almost everyone seemed to be in hurry as they walked around the two newly-arrived men, a Trandoshian (@Professor pyg ) and the underboss of the Pact (@dblue095 ). However, as they stepped off their transport shuttle, they knew that they still needed to get a briefing of their mission. However, that didn't seem to be much of a problem, as a woman, probably a secretary, gestured at them to follow her.

 

[dblue095]

A dark skinned man with horns, matted hair, and a bag on his back followed the smaller secretary. He looked at his new comrade, a yellow Trandoshian. From his appearance David though the reptile would be aggressive, but he decided to make conversation. "My name's David," he said as he extended his right hand and gained a friendly smile upon his face.

 

[Professor pyg]

"Scarab" the bipedal reptile said, "you done anything like this before?" He asked as they were led into a small briefing room. He sat down in the nearest seat and looked through what he had on him, his rifle, electrostaff, vibroblade, Incendiary grenades instead of thermal detonators, and the bottom half of a Roggwart leg. He began tearing chunks out of the latter with his teeth, which were quickly turning red. He listened to the briefing as he ate (NPCer needed).

 

[DancingFox]

The short and solid looking woman, a Twi'lek in her late twenties, leads the pair up several upwards slanted passageways until they reach a balcony. From here, there's a beautiful view of the palace laid out beneath them... Well, relative beauty in any case. Dust blows across dull colored buildings, sending ripples through scattered foliage barely clinging on to life. The bleak landscape is a backdrop to a figure clad in drab robes of a pale grey. He stands what looks to be about two meters in height, and a large two handed vibroblade is slung across his back. From him emits a tapping noise, fingers rhythmically beating upon the worked rock that forms the railing of the terrace which he leans upon.

The Twi'lek clears her throat and the figure turns, revealing that beneath the raised hood and concealing robes is a full suit of armor, its helm worked into the likeness of some horned reptile, screaming defiance at the two figures. A heavily modulated voice emerges. "You are the pair sent to ignite the flame of terror beneath those who would defy?" His gaze seems to flick between the two, his scrutiny near palpable despite his eyes being concealed. "You are meant to be the face of discretion? I hope you are better than you look." The figure makes a gesture in the air, and a nearby table flickers with light, bringing up a three dimensional holographic display. It unmistakably shows a portion of the starport. "The hangar is labeled B-127, unsurprisingly, the one hundred and twenty seventh building on the second row of these structures. This places it near the outer perimeter."

The view zooms in on the building in question. "The outer perimeter is patrolled by Nal'Hutta guards, experienced veterans for the most part, and not easily intimidated. it's also protected by standard security defenses. The wall that surrounds the complex is smooth, but only about eight meters tall, though the coiled wire near the top is electrified. However, it's not out of the question for you to enter through the front gate, assuming you have citizenship identification, or credits to bribe with. Trandoshan, you luckily do not stick out like a sore thumb on this world. Your kind is well known here, otherwise I might have some concerns. Do not attract attention or reveal your intentions, or you'll have the misfortune of attracting my focused attention," the voice grates. "My personal attention is very unpleasant. Questions?"

 

[dblue095]

When David first laid eyes on the dark figure he felt uneasy, but once he showed revealed himself David felt more or less intimidated.

""You are the pair sent to ignite the flame of terror beneath those who would defy?"
In return David gave a he gave a charmly cocky smile and said,"if you're talking about making things go boom.""You are meant to be the face of discretion? I hope you are better than you look." "Yeah pretty much, I'm, I mean we are the best for this little job you have for us."

As the masked figure continued to talk David took mental notes about the mission, until he got bored; which was when the mask figure began talking to his yellow Conrad;, David began making flirtatious faces towards the Twi'lek secretary.

 

[Professor pyg]

Scarab didn't like this man. Usually, Scarab would be the most intimidating person in the room, it was not often that he would fear someone like he did now.
"Do not attract attention or reveal your intentions, or you'll have the misfortune of attracting my focused attention, my personal attention is very unpleasant." A shiver ran down the trandoshans spine, he scolded himself for such weakness and let out a low, guttural growl that he didn't think this person could hear. "Questions?" "When will we leave?" Scarab couldn't wait to start the mission and to get away from this person, maybe his intimidation had been purposeful, meant to scare the employed (like himself) into doing a better job, if that was the case, Scarab growled again, just as quietly as before.

 

[DancingFox]

The Twi'lek gives the hooded and cloaked figure a look as David attempts to attract her affections and then steps away from the terrace. She is quite lovely to look at it, with a dark blue slip of a dress offsetting her green hued skin pleasantly. Matching high heels and blue gems complete the ensemble. Unfortunately she soon disappears around the corner, giving a last glimpse of voluptuous hips.

The man gives no response to the growls that either Exchange member can discern. "Leave as you will, but know that the night shift is more alert, but likely easier to bribe. No one expects someone to be stupid enough to attempt to climb the wall in broad daylight. Please follow my assistant out of the building. Lodgings have been prepared for you at a hotel near the spaceport." The being's head cocks slightly. "Toodle-oo." His voice sounds mildly amused, even through the voice synthesizer.

 

[dblue095]

David face gained a small smile as a sign that he thinks he has a chance with the green Twi'lek in the blue dress. He noticed his friend's growl and he felt the tension in the room continue to rise. David thought his friend was either angry, or frightened.

"Leave as you will, but know that the night shift is more alert, but likely easier to bribe. No one expects someone to be stupid enough to attempt to climb the wall in broad daylight. Please follow my assistant out of the building. Lodgings have been prepared for you at a hotel near the spaceport." Crept out by the tilt of the head than any, David stood from his seat. Then he said,"will do," and he followed the assistant to the hall.

As they were being escorted David tried to make a move. With a charming smile upon his lips he said,"Any one ever tell you that a beautiful being like you shouldn't be work with people like," his right hand gestured towards the room they just left,"that guy."

 

[Professor pyg]

Scarab was glad to get away from the masked man in the other room. Unfortunately, it would appear that his partner on this mission was flirting with the twi'lek secretary, typical. The trandoshan realised that he was still holding the bloody limb of the Roggwart, he resumed consuming it, he began to forget how intimidating the person of unknown race was. As he finished pulverising the bone, Scarab entered the room that they had been led to.

 

[DancingFox]

After several further attempts by David to pry at her private affairs, the Twi'lek begins ignoring his advances, but as the man makes his final comment, her eyes flash dangerously, and her steps quicken. However, it seems she's too professional to reply with the fiery words that are on the tip of her tongue. It seems that the masked individual isn't so bad of an employer as to inspire disloyalty in his employees.

Rather than being led immediately to a room, the pair are led to a speeder that whisks them along to a motel. They're given room 103, a room which contains a window that faces upon the outer edge of the spaceport, giving them an opportunity to watch the movements of the patrols, if they so desire. The room itself is standard for one of those too quickly established and seedy businesses, seeking to make a profit from the masses that pour from all corners of the galaxy without regard for their customers' well being. The floor creaks like the souls of the damned as you walk, the bed has several lumps in it, the mirrors are cracked, the toilet won't flush, /but/, the table and chairs are quite sturdy.

This would be the time to plan, if planning was indeed on the menu.

 

[dblue095]

As soon as David opened the door, he was disappointed,"I expected a room that's not meant for a cheap date." David took a seat, sat his bag on the table, and pulled out a sandwich. "you should of saved that leg," he said in a casual tone to the Transdoshian.

"So our boss, he seems like a nerfherder," he took a bite of his sandwich and chewed. "You know what I mean. He just, he just makes me, I don't know I never liked having a boss." He took another bite.

"So how do you want to do this, we can bribe our way in, we can wait until night and climb the wall, or we can do both at the same time. Or do you have something in mind?" He asked his yellow companion.

 

[Professor pyg]

"How long are we going to have to stay here?" Scarab asked "if I could have carried more meat, I would have. But I can buy a Can-Cell or something on the way to the mission." Scarabs stomach rumbled as he watched his comrade eat. "You know what I mean. He just, makes me, I don't know I just never liked having a boss" the trandoshan nodded slowly, not really listening to what was being said, he just eyed the consumable hungrily. He looked up when he heard he had been asked a question, "oh, uh, i don't know, up to you" Scarab said, not having heard what he had been asked, he gave one more small glance at the item of food before looking away.

 

[dblue095]

David relied to the question about how long the stay will be," until night. We'll be able to get in easier." He continued to enjoy his sandwich until he finished it.

As He stood up and looked out of the window to observe what was going on outside, he asked for a second time,"so any ideas on how to approach this."

 

[dblue095]

The silence blank stare from his comrade made him realize they both had no clue how to approach this. "So I'll take it that we're just going to wing it," he said as he took a small glance back at his partner sitting in a seat.

A few hours go by and it's night.

David sat at the table preparing. He stuffed his bag with thermal charges, he cleaned his blasters and mask, and he threw on some fresh clothes. "Ready to finish this job," he asked his Transdoshian friends.

 

[Professor pyg]

"Ready to finish the job," "it's what I signed up for." The Trandoshan made sure he still had his incendiary grenades and slung his bag over his back. "Let's do this." They walked into the spaceport, Scarabs weapons were hidden,

They entered the second level of the building, and Scarab started looking for 127, it was a crowded place, many people walking around, doing whatever they thought necessary in their lives. 'People in general' Scarab thought 'are not very intelligent.' He continued to look for B-127.

 

[dblue095]

While David following behind his companion David asked, "hey, what's he name of the spaceport again?" In his vest was a lightsaber that David didn't have any training with, but he still knew basic moves with it. He clutched the helt as the continued to walk. "I never liked places that are over crowded, it's too much going on I can't control my surroundings."

 

[Professor pyg]

"hey, what's the name of the spaceport again?" "Well the hangar number is B-127, although I don't know the name of the building." Scarab continued to look around, finding the hangar labeled B-094 and soon after finding B-095. He decided to continue on this path. "I never liked places that are overcrowded, it's too much going on I can't control my surroundings." "It just so happens, that I was just thinking the same thing, I always hated people." He decided to at least try to come up with any kind of plan, "in which positions should we set the flames? I'm thinking the fuel tank would have to be one of them."

 

[dblue095]

"in which positions should we set the flames? I'm thinking the fuel tank would have to be one of them." David's response was a bit delayed before he said," I was thinking we could plant charges anywhere near their ships and tanks and we'll be done pretty fast."

As they walked David spotted the hangar B-127 and he alerted Scarab about it. David hands began to sweet since he' a bit nervous but he was ready. The handsome half human half zabrak approached the hangar

 

[Professor pyg]

(The NPCer is now required, how do I tag users?)

 

[Professor pyg]

@DancingFox