The things we do for money

[Jinan B]

Nar Shaddaa: Promenade​

Braedon Vallen hopped off the shuttle with a deft foot, already moving quickly towards his meeting place. Like most all of Nar Shaddaa's many promenades, this one was as busy as could be expected for a moon turned entirely over to an urban cityscape. Crowds flocked to and from their daily appointments, making it a simple matter for the thrysian to blend in among the masses, his stained travellers cloak drawing as much attention as anything else would that day; regardless, the man himself was not without a sense of purpose: an air of bubbling impatience.

The man had just received word from a contractor that a small group of imperial soldiers had landed on the Smugglers' Moon. To what end, Braedon was not informed, but it was clear to the man that they had already made themselves a nuisance to the men and women who truly held influence in the area. Whatever their purpose was, it had become Braedon's to drive them away from the world. Whether it was done through threats or outright murder was up to him, but it would be an understatement to say that the former Jedi vastly preferred the latter option. No matter how long it had been since his own time under the Sith Brotherhood, the man still felt his old rage rise whenever he heard mention of the group or their successors. He had left the Jedi because he wanted to get away from the Sith, and there was no way in hell that he was going to allow them back into his new life.

At the same time he was aware that he was not like to scare the group away on his lonesome, and so he had contacted 2 fellow associates to help him get the job done. He hadn't known either of them long, but he didn't need to. He had seen that Ners Ordo and Dravos Okme were willing to do what they needed to, and that was good enough for him.

The man would stop at the next corner on the promenade, not more than a few hundred meters from where the Imperials had supposedly landed on the moon, and wait for the other two men to make their way to him. He doubted it would take long; they were all professionals after all.

@Drav @Nor'baal

 

[Drav]

Drav has arrived just two hundred meters from the rendezvous point Braedon have given them. His flight reaffirmed his hate for public transportation on the Smugglers' Moon. He was happy to finally be off the shuttle, and breath fresh air again. The wind was cold, and fast, getting under his jacket, and sending a chill down his spine. He wished he could get on a street farther from the sky-walk, which would provide him protection from the wind, but their meeting point was not far from a landing pad. So he had to suck it up and keep moving. It was not hard to disappear in the never ending crowd that was always present on Nar Shaddaa.

All he knew about the job was that it payed well, and it involved some imperial soldiers. Drav guessed they were not hired to be a welcome party, at least not in the sense the group of soldiers would be hoping.

After turning a corner he could see Breadon standing by himself. At least he arrived earlier than Ners. He wanted to shout a greeting at him, but then changed his mind, instead waiting until he got closer.
"Hello, partner! I see our friendly bounty hunter is not here yet," he said, with a playful tone in his voice. He really enjoyed making smalltalk.
"Maybe he got scared and ditched us." Drav doubted that would be the case, but he had to keep his mouth running. He placed his right hand on his blaster, and stepped next to Breadon, leaning to the wall with hope that it would shield him from some of the cold wind.

 

[Nor'baal]

”Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!’’ the scream grew louder, accompanied by the thud of dozens of pounding feet as Ners Ordo sprinted around the corner, letting a few blaster shots trail off behind him carelessly fired without thought as to aim. Spotting the two men he was meant to meet, a smile briefly - very briefly - flashed across his face. ”Run!’’ he shouted, coming to a stop to catch his breath as the gang of heavily armed locals struggled through the crowd at the end of the alley.

”Long story, involving three Porgs and a Gauran the Knife,’’ he panted, mentioning the name of the local Gangland boss as though it was nothing. ”No time to explain, come on!’’ he added, spotting his pursuers breaking through the crowd. Setting back into his run, he shot a couple of blaster bolts from his DL-15p behind him again, and double checked his knife and stun baton.

Taking off his MCV vest and chucking it on the ground to lighten the load and allow him to run faster, he was left wearing a simple suit and a large jacket. He gestured to one of the nearby pleasure yachts ”We can lose them there?” he asked, sprinting off toward the boat, and dragging his two associates into the Gang related problem he was facing in the process.

 

[Jinan B]

"That doesn't seem very likely... Ners knows better than to ditch a contract." Braedon spoke softly and calmly to his associate, ignoring the cheery greeting altogether to instead focus on the task that was at hand. Even though he had only met the Mandalorian bounty hunter recently, that much was true, but he knew that no one survived long enough in such a profession without a modicum of care. It wasn't like he was off robbing their employer or anything equally ridiculous. After all, what kind of businessman would be dumb enough to do that?

”Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!’’

Braedon looked up just in time to see what was clearly the living embodiment of his crushed hopes sprinting towards them. I... What? the thrysian didn't exactly grasp what was happening immediately, but as soon as Ners brought up Gauren the knife the gears begin to turn within his mind, and seconds later he was sprinting at top speed to catch up with the mandalorian.

"Are you kriffing kidding me!?" He yelled at his associate as the man directed them towards the nearly yachts. Looking back Braedon could see that they had already lost sight of their pursuers, giving them at least some time to move forward through this frankly blasted situation. Even better for the three, the yacht that they were entering was one of the few in the area with an open door.

Braedon immediately closed his eyes once they were inside, focussing on the heightened senses that had come to him during his training as a force user. He heard his own hushed breathing, as well as that of the other two. More importantly, however, he heard the heavy footsteps of their adversaries as they reached the port. Arguing voices and slowed steps told the man all that he needed to know: they weren't sure where their targets had hid in the maze of luxury ships. Good news for them, at least.

"You bloody idiot! He said to Ners in a hushed tone. "Do you realize who took me on for this job? Gauren. The kriffing. Knife. If they see me helping you we can all damm well say goodbye to our pay for this, and I can say goodbye to the employment that I've been securing for the last 3 months, and... And who the hell steals porgs anyway!?" The man stopped to take a deep breath, pacing to the other end of the room so as to not end up punching his partner in the gut. He tried to console himself with the fact that he had been through worse before, far, far worse.

"Anyone who sees me has to die," he said finally. "But first we need to figure out a way to get out of here, and far away from them."

 

[Drav]

At least the bounty hunter was not late. Drav watched in awe as Ners approached them, and as the sizeable group of thugs followed him.
”Run," Drav heard shouted at him and Breadon, and so they did. All talk of the local leaders and porgs flew past him, he knew little about the gang they were talking about. They were soon led inside a yacht by Ners, and took a rest there.
While the Thyrsian was telling all his problems about Ners' little personal operation, Drav took a look around the place they were standing in, and the ship itself.

They were most likely in the lounge of the yacht, a fact that was given away by the holochess and the cushioned seating around it. Drav guessed that there would have to be an other entrance that leads to the cargo area. By having the ramp behind him, Drav was looking down a hallway, which most likely led to the cockpit. He could see some door on each sides of the hallway, and two more doors were leading somewhere from the lounge. The Duros just finished with the little sightseeing when Breadon ended what he had to say.

Drav had an idea. He turned to the other two.
"Can you actually tell two Duros apart, " he asked, then continued without waiting for an answer, "right, of course not." He might have looked a little too thrilled, considering their situation. "Now, what if that Duros you are trying to distinguish was running in front of you, though a crowd? You could even think he was a Pantoran."
Drav looked at the faces of his associates with anticipation, expecting them to share his excitement. "I'm proposing an idea. You too hide somewhere in the ship. I go outside and tell the thugs following you," at which point he looked at Ners, "that you two are trying to steal my ship. Once they come aboard, we strike."
Once he finished, he stood in front of the other with his hands held out, like he was about to receive some kind of reward. The smile on his face gave away the fact that he was excited about the plan.

 

[Nor'baal]

”Move!” Ners shouted, barging his way through the crowd and up the access ramp to the barge. Diving into the midst of the partying crowd, he didn’t hear his comrades cunning plans, and instead made his way to one of the back rooms - back against the wall the moment he got inside. Quickly, he slipped his commlink into his hand, and tabbed a message to Drav ’Currently on deck three. Will come out when nasty ppl gone.’

Simple, he sighed to himself, just wait for this to blow over? he thought, before sliding open the shutter to the side room a smidge and giving his two colleagues a thumbs up. ”You can do it!” he mouthed to them both, before ducking back below the window.