A Deal on the Cloud City ((invite))

[lordember]

[comm] "Prepare my ship, Commander."

.:.The Bendu Priest strode down the halls of the Bendu flagship, Ashla's Light, heading towards the hangar which held his specialized fighter. Lance's footsteps slightly echoed on the ship's flooring, sending a light, soothing melody through the cooridor. He ran a large hand through his long, light-brown hair, thinking about the deal he was about to make. Everyone had a duty, and he knew people were counting on him during this holy war. He made a sharp turn, entering the hangar. He bowed to the commander as he saw him making final speculations for safety on his ship.:.

"Thank you for your efforts, Commander. I will be back shortly."

.:.In moments Lance had his ship into the dry darkness of space, and began typing in the coordinates for the Cloud City on the gas planet of Bespin. They were supposed to meet in Hangar A14 in Hangar Bay A. Hopefully, everything would go as planned.:.

 

[Matt]

*Farlan and a group from his squad stood along in the hanger...Bespin...Not a pleasant world at all...the gasses swirling and the smells...It was not what he wanted ot be doing but it was an oder form mandalore...somethinkg to do with a sect of jedi or somethinkg who were having there own little war...Farlan did as he was told and waited for this Man to arrive,...and arrive he would hoopefully...Farlan was early but for an obvious reason,,,He had everythinkg Mandalore told him to get*

 

[lordember]

.:.Lance's fighter lightly touched down into his hangar. His ice eyes looked closely at the surroundings in the hangar... afterall, this could be a trap. He brought his hands up to his shoulders, letting the black hood of his cloak fall over his long hair. He checked for his lightsabers, which were in place just in case anything would go wrong... but he didn't think anything bad would happen; the Mandalorians were honorable people. His footsteps softly echoed on the hangar bay cooridor, and his ice eyes locked upon the specific hangar: Hangar A14. He reached into the force, searching for possible threats... he estimated a small squad inside, along with their commander... the one he would be doing the deal with. He checked the briefcase in his left hand, and made sure it had all of the correct credits. He then reached out with his right hand, opening the hangar door. Lance strode in, making honorable eye contact with their leader, whom he presumed was Farlan. He sat the briefcase on a table, and peered out from under his hood with his ice eyes. The black hood acted like a convienient, airy mask. After setting down the briefcase, the Bendu priest spoke.:.

"I presume you are Farlan?"

 

[Matt]

*Farlan crossed his arms and look directly inot the eyes of this Bendu He never enjoyed being in the company of these jedi or sith or whatever this group is...He looked back at his mandalorians and nodded at them all...they pulled back out of the room so it was just Farlan and this Bendu*

"Yes...I am farlan...Your the jedi...or benda or something"

 

[lordember]

"Bendu, please."

.:.The Bendu priest almost snickered, his ice eyes looking at the mandalorian from under the shield of his dark hood. The priest did not want to be considered an incompetant Jedi. Lance motioned towards the table, and laid a hand upon the briefcase. With a delicate hand, he opened it, his eyes staring in wonder at all the credits which resided inside. The Bendu made sure the mandalorian saw before he gently shut the case. Lance made a jesture with his arms, and brushed off his cloak... the hangars were a bit dusty.:.

"Do you have the exlposives?"

 

[Matt]

*Farlan learnt from Mandalore to always try and belittle someone straight of...even n a subtle way...Mandalore said thta you learn what a person is like in several ways but one to learn is though seeing how they react to being insulted*

"Meh close enough"

*Farlan kept his eyes on the Bendu as his hands went into his cloak*

"I may have the explosives...It depends on whether you have what you and your people agreed with Mandalore"

 

[lordember]

.:.The Bendu's right arm generously motioned towards the briefcase.:.

"I do have what we agreed on- all the credits are in that case... nothing less."

.:.His ice blue eyes stared at the mandalorian from under the hood of his dark cloak; the unseen tone of the Bendu's voice was cool and collective. Lance folded his arms across his chest, letting the force rush through him like a pulsing waterfall, refreshing his every pore. He needed something to do as he awaited.:.

 

[Matt]

*Farlan looked at the credits for a moment then shaked his head...How he and his people hated credits...Mandalore did to....but sadly credits helped the galaxy run...Mandalore said he woudln't use the credits for the mandalorians...He would use them in an emergency,,,Mandalore was always thinking...some thought he did to much thinking but...who knows*

"Ugh...Credits...the disgusting thing that makes this little galaxy go round..How many are there?..I don't really feel like counting"

 

[lordember]

.:.The Bendu slightly grunted.:.

"There are 500,000 credits within the case, Mandalorian."

.:.Lance ran a hand through his hair, anxiously awaiting a sight at the explosives.:.

"The exact amount I discussed with Mandalore. Now where are the explosives, please?"

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"Wait in the lobby sir."

*Archangel sighed. He detested anyone making him wait, he wasnt usually the type that was allowed great time periods of inactivity. Though he wasnt currently under contract so he took his seat carefully. He checked his coat pockets, ensureing that his weaponry was still there. He thought it insane that they would ask him to remove his arms. especially in the presence of a Sith. However it was supposed to be just a meeting. a supply deal, he had the supplies. Though unless This Sith could provide the money he would hang on to his breifcase*

"Damn, whats taking so long"

 

[Matt]

"I have the explosives that Mandalore gave to me..."

*Farlan smiles for a moment...He was merely trying to keep things calm and such but it probbaly came over a little odd to the Bendu...Oh well*

"However Mandalore told me to do two things....Firstly we get the credits first then you receive the explosives and then....What are you using them for?"

 

[lordember]

.:.The Bendu let the force rush through him, its lightness enlightening his very breath. With a movement of his hand, Lance levitated the brief case, and laid it infront of the Mandalorian's feet. The Bendu's ice eyes looked cooly towards Farlan.:.

"That would be my business, not yours."

.:.Lance slightly raised his head, pantiently awaiting the explosives... of course, if this was a trick, he would just destroy the credits with the force... or take them back.:.

 

[Matt]

"Ah...See I have this problem with my tone sometimes....In situaitons such as this I find it hard to get across what I am trying to say in the way I want to...."

*He coughs ever so slightly then repeats*

"Tell me what these exlosives are for....I believe mandalore's exact words if this arose were....tell us or you arn't getting them"

 

[lordember]

"They are for the holy war..."

.:.The Bendu simply replied.:.

 

[Matt]

*Farlan glaed at the man for a moment...not in any poarticular hate or anything..It was more in annoyance then anything...He knew they were for this stupid little war that was going on but he wanted specifics...So he uttered back something simple*

"specifics"

 

[lordember]

.:.The bendu grunted in shear annoyance... why would the Mandalorian be so interested? Well, a little information couldn't hurt, thought the Bendu priest. Lance folded his arms across his chest, and lightly spoke... unintimidated.:.

"The explosives, of course will be used as an act against he jedi. Specifically, they will be used to destroy some major jedi works or locations... as a message to the Jedi Order. That is all I can tell you without betraying my order."

.:.Lance spoke honestly... he knew the mandalorian would at least respect honor.:.

 

[Matt]

"Oh do not worry....We would never tell the jedi of any attack against them...And mandalorians do not lie when it comes to such matters...Mandalore wanted ot know because despite our best effforts....A very good technician could find a mandalorian energy signal on these exlosives but as it's agianst the jedi....We don't really care"

*Farlan nods at the jedi and picks up the money in the briefcase...Ugh..How he hated money....though mandalore did say that farklan could throw it out the window for all he cared so maybe he would*

 

[lordember]

"The explosives..."

.:.The Bendu dropped his arms his sides, awaiting the package.:.

 

[Matt]

"Pathience is a virtue...A pathiet man is a man who has his wits about him...an unpatient man is someone who doesn't...not that you don't have your wit's about you...But you do seem a but dull....anyway yes there here"

*Farlan calls in several mandalorians with heavy cases in there hands...He walks over to the bendu and drops them by his feet before leaving from where they come*