A Lethal Favor for a Lethal Friend

[Saint]

Zyber Tann had had it up to HERE with the Black Sun moving in on his turf, stealing and thwarting his operations. He wanted to make a statement. Let them know that he wasn't a Quarren to screw with. He had allies too. He could pull strings. He could phone a friend. Yeah... That's just what he was going to do. So far, most of the conflict was between himself and Deacon Nash, some two-bit thug-gangster wanna-be who thought he could wear big-boy panties because of his affiliation with Black Sun.

Well, Zyber would show him different. How to do it was the tricky part... Deacon was either unavailable off-planet, on some kind of operation, or at the Outlander's Club. Zyber would have to figure out a way to get to him. There was no way he would be able to do it directly. Direct confrontation would not do... no.. too much risk involved. Plus, he'd heard that Deacon wasn't too shabby at close combat; something Zyber didn't really practice. He'd have to get someone else to do it. The question was who...

While he pondered the dilemma, Zyber walked into his small and grungy kitchenette. His apartment was tiny. Too tiny. But operations had been going poorly of late. He needed a break. Black Sun was muscling in on him. His minions had either seen the writing on the wall and defected, or ended up disappearing, be that in jail after a bust, or just flat out gone. Least that's how it seemed. Maybe they just ran too... he didn't know. One thing was certain, Deacon Nash had to go. Perhaps if he could eliminate him, then he could make his case to Black Sun and take Nash's place?

It was a longshot, but right now, it looked like his only shot. If you can't beat 'em; join 'em. The coffee maker sounded, alerting him that it was now ready for consumption. Splendid!! Of late, his coffee maker had been a bit on the fritz, but Zyber hadn't made the time to replace. Not yet. He had bigger things on his mind than that. Krath damn Deacon Nash... he'd show that bantha-lover. Again, he just needed someone to execute the man for him. Someone who wouldn't squeal or talk. Someone nobody really knew... at least not on Coruscant. Damn, he was having a hard time thinking of anyone. *sigh*

 

[Dread]

Traveling..it was something he did constantly. Always on a mission, ready to do whatever was needed in order to secure what he desired. Today was certainly not that far out of the ordinary, but there was something special he had planned.

He had come to visit an old friend who he last knew as a fairly predominate criminal figure, one whom knew his way around the streets: Zyber. The only thing was, Zyber wasn't making that coffee expecting company. Radzkie had invited himself into Zyber's obviously unsecure home, through a window that wasn't sealed properly. It had only taken one quick push to move the glass, and a few awkward positions to slip through the smaller-then-average window. Luckily, Radzkie was so slender that he made it through the small space with only a few scraps and profanities. His black cloak getting caught perhaps once...maybe twice.

Creeping up from behind, he tenderly placed his hand atop of Zyber's left shoulder, giving a crooked smirk before he spoke up, "It's been so long since our last meeting, my old friend..."

 

[Saint]

Zyber nearly shat himself as the hand of an old.. friend?.. acquaintance?.. laid to rest upon his shoulder. "Holy Heartattack," he half-shouted as he spun about, eyes wide as his facial tentacles threatened to swing out against anyone who drew too close, like within kissing distance. It took Zyber a few moments to recognize just who was speaking to him, but when he did, the shock and fear redoubled inside him, nearly choking him.

Nervously daring to glance past Radzkie's slender frame, Zyber inquired as he tried to see if anyone else had chosen to reveal themselves. "Radzkie... heh... it's uh... good to see you. Yeah... it's been awhile." His hands gripped the stove behind him, the smell of burnt coffee filling the air. Krath damn his luck!! Stupid maker -was- on the fritz. Damn... Trying to calm himself, Zyber attempted to catch his own breath.

Blinking his eyes a few times as he looked down and about, still trying to recover from the shock of it all, Zyber inquired, "So uh... what can I do you for... ol' friend?" Friends didn't typically break into your place and wait for you to show up only to scare the crap out of you. Then again, Radzkie wasn't your typical friend. Holy Fate!! Maybe HE was the -friend- that Zyber needed to deal with his.... problem. Huh...

 

[Dread]

Radzkie didn't move as Zyber flipped out. He simply stood with the same expression across his face. Once Zyber calmed down, at least enough to talk, Radzkie reached into a pocket in his belt and pulled out a data-chip, which was a copy of the original save for a few things missing. The data-chip included a large amount of information on s13 from a rogue s13 agent.

"Are you still in the business of 'delivering packages' through other means?" Radzkie brought the data-chip to the tip of his fingers, between the middle and pointer finger. He held it out for Zyber to take. "This needs to get to the Jedi. You'll get your credits worth for this work."

 

[Saint]

Zyber nearly inquired why Radzkie didn't take it himself, but soon thought better of it as he accepted the small chip. Perhaps this little deal would be enough to draw him some well-earned respect and interest. Hopefully enough to steal away some resources from that arrogant-ass of a man, Deacon Nash. Krath how he hated him!! Low-down, black-hearted thievin', deceptively manipulative piece of bantha poop. Once this was done, he'd breach the subject with Radzkie on... helping him... with this little problem.

Turning the chip over in his own fingers a few times, Tyber replied before looking up at Radzkie, "Yeah uh... -tsk- yeah, I mean, of course. I'm still in the business." He quirked a crooked grin towards his friend, "Jedi eh? Didn't think you had much love for them..." That statement was a little bold of him, but he was hoping to somehow assure himself that Radzkie was actually his friend. Tyber wasn't one known for personal courage, but right now, he could just as easily be dead.