A Visit to the Doctor

[Darth Malos]

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Mood
The Toasted Twi'lek, 2100 Local Time​

Electronic music blared from the speakers as Malthazar sat in a booth by the window. He'd be able to see the Doctor and her slave arrive, and they, too, would see him. That way, they would be able to make a beeline for his table and sit down without any delay. Time was not necessarily of the essence, but Malthazar did not like to have any avoidable delays.

He looked around at the bustling cantina as a waitress made her way over. The Toasted Twi'lek had gone a long way since its inception, when it was simply just another cantina for seedy bounty hunters and other criminals. Malthazar remembered when it had first opened as an insignificant bar. Nowadays, it was always active, and the credits were rolling in, no doubt. The Exile had never met the owners, but he'd seen them around, partying and smoking, always a woman at their side. It seemed to be a careless life, but one that lacked any substance. The Templar enjoyed his own life, despite the rollercoaster it was. Today, he was climbing up in said rollercoaster, the drop being somewhere in his future.

"One Corellian ale, please." The scantily clad waitress nodded and glided away, notepad in hand. Malthazar could see a patron reaching his hand out to touch her more intimate areas, but the Exile focused the Force on the man's hand and snapped his index finger backwards, breaking it and causing the creep to double over in pain. The other men at his table looked around confusedly, but settled back on their cigarras soon enough. The waitress did not even notice what had just happened.

Malthazar looked out the window at the neon lights, his eyes scanning the street for the two guests he was expecting.

@TheBrokenMadMan @Immortal Cyan

 

[The Doctor]

The Toasted Twi'lek had been making quite the reputation for itself lately: Spice, Girls, Drinks, Drugging Customers and stealing their pants, and there were even rumors floating around that they were intending to get into the Arms trade as well. The Doctor had to admit, speaking as a woman trying to build her own little enterprise, she was impressed with how quickly it was achieved. In truth, she had wanted to visit the place for some time now, buuut she was a little wary for fear of her nether regions. Still, the opportunity had presented itself nicely when she received a call from a recent, um...let's not say friend just yet, acquaintance is better for now: Malthazar Dreadheart. The former General had wanted to discuss a sensitive matter with her as quickly as possible, and in tandem with her current goals, taking him up on his summons seemed the smart thing to do.

::Keep an eye out for ruffians Zaana, they have a bad habit of drugging customers and stealing their pants here:: She mentally informed her newest bodyguard, sparing a sideways glance at her. She wasn't armored yet, she was still working on her new and improved Slave Trooper Armor, so for now she simply followed in plain clothes, as did The Doctor, clad in simple, yet easily distinguishable colors. Now, there were many things that took The Doctor by surprise, and even fewer things that she let sweep her off her feet...today she encountered one such thing.

As the doors to the bar parted open, her ears were gently caressed and massaged by this beautiful cacophony of tones and melodies that formed one of the best songs she had ever heard. On impulse, for around 10 seconds, on the spot, she found herself dancing along to the tune, completely tuned out to the world in front of her. It was only after Zaana cleared her throat that she was brought back to reality and continued onwards, cleared her own throat out of a small sense of embarrassment. Malthazar himself was easy enough to spot, being the tall, broad, and generally brooding figure that he was, placed perfectly so that the two could beeline right toward him.

"Been a little while Malthazar, you miss me already?" She teased playfully.

@The Matt @Immortal Cyan

 

[Zaana Ni]

The electronic music blaring from the speakers in the cantina was quite novel and alien to the diminutive Togruta woman following intently behind The Doctor. Although in the past few days and weeks, novel sensations and sights had become the norm for Zaana, who had never been exposed to the greater galactic community even through the holonet for her entire life, up until now. Upon finding out that there existed cities that covered entire planets, even with pictures and videos, Zaana still failed to visualize such places for herself. The novelty of Nar Shaddaa was certainly enough to induce fear and uncertainty within Zaana, to the point where she slinked behind her mistress, wanting to keep the only familiar aspect of her life close to her in the midst of so much foreign activity.

Her mistress had also informed her of the rampant crime that on Nar Shaddaa as well, which only gave Zaana another reason to stay close to the woman, as if she were a life vest in an ocean. However, before long, through some mild encouragement and insistence, Zaana seemed to gain her footing, to the point where her expression did not appear disquieted or tense, as it had when she had first landed.

By the time the pair stepped inside of The Toasted Twi'lek, Zaana was holding herself up reasonably well. Upon receiving the mental message from her mistress, Zaana rubbed her hands on the sides of her hips, an unconscious reflex to ensure that her lower garments were still there. While her mistress danced, Zaana simply stood adjacent to the woman, feeling somewhat self-conscious as The Doctor descended into her own world of dance and song, for what seemed to be an eternity. Finally, Zaana spotted the acquaintance that they were scheduled to meet, and with a mental prod through the connection between herself and the mistress, she pointed out the tall and white-haired man to her.

When her mistress was directly in front of the broad-shoulder man, Zaana positioned herself adjacent to her, maintaining an impassive and deferential expression on her face as she greeted him.

 

[Darth Malos]

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Malthazar watched as the woman entered and began dancing, trailing off into some unknown world for a few seconds before being brought back down by Zaana, who looked as uncomfortable as if she was sitting there naked. In this time, Malthazar's drink had arrived, and he was passively sipping on the ale as they sat down across from him, the two squeezing into the booth together. He nodded in greeting to Zaana, then moved to say hello to his fellow Exile. The Doctor asked if he had missed her, causing the ghost of a smile to graze his lips and an equally snarky answer to be handed out.

"Like a Mandalorian misses peace." He visually sized her up. "My, have you put on weight?" he asked the other Exile jokingly. Malthazar would chuckle at her response and take another drink of his ale before they got down to business.

"As much as I enjoy the company of you two, I called you down to this hellhole because I have a rather strange situation you may take interest in. You see, a den of criminals seems to have just sprung up overnight about a month ago, which is by no means uncommon around here. However, they've become quite a pest, and I am getting a bit tired of seeing thugs walking up and down the street in front of my apartment. So, I was thinking you can come with me as we size up their safehouse and formulate a plan to...exterminate them." He said the last part tentatively, fishing around for the proper word for a bit.

This was the truth in its purest form. Malthazar had been offered spice and other wonders too many times for his liking, not mentioning the other gang business the criminals ran right in his backyard. The Exile was not one to serve as a vigilante or even care about his working-class neighbors, but it had begun irking him, and there was quite a simple solution that would stop this.

 

[The Doctor]

The Doctor chuckled a little at Malthazar's little rebukes, mentally checking off two little inside jokes of hers as he spoke, one of which she hadn't thought of in a long time. After all, his comment about Mandalorians not missing peace kind of fell a little flat when you considered that there existed Mandalorians whom were Jedi, the very opposite of blood-hungry war dogs. Also, technically, she couldn't change her mass, but she could make herself look a little more portly around the chest, at the cost of some muscle mass. As he began to outline his problem, The Doctor felt a slight vibration around her right leg, and after a little manual searching (I.e: feeling things out with her foot), she noticed Zaana shaking her foot up and down.

She had to admit, as good a purchase as Zaana was, it was easy to forget that she had little interaction with the world beyond the confines of a Slave's life which, technically, she still lived within, her cage was just much bigger now. Under the table, her hand came up and warmly slid up her leg, resting gently on her thigh in an attempt to reassure her new and fearful pet. Now on to more pressing concerns, it seemed like Malthazar wanted Hitmen (women) to help him do a little spring cleaning around the neighborhood. Normally, this was the kind of thing The Doctor would leave to someone else, but given how precariously positioned this precious relationship was right now, she had no reason to tip it off the edge, so it was for the best that he be helped. Besides, who doesn't like slashing up a bunch of thugs that didn't know what was going on?

"Sounds like a bad roach problem, you should call pest control, maybe a small organization, cheap, staffed by two handsome young ladies even?" She crooned, smirking his way, "We'll do it, I've been aching for a little workout today anyway."

 

[Darth Malos]

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Malthazar noticed Zaana's movements underneath the table. He was exceptional at reading the subtle movements that made up body language, a skill he had learned--like all others--while traveling with his father. He'd attended countless galas and other similar events, and this skill made them much more bearable. It was like people watching, but more discrete.

He nodded to the Doctor as she spoke, his hand gripping the glass and lifting it up to his mouth. He took a sip in the silence that followed, and let the ale wash down his throat. "Very well," the Templar replied. "These pests have been acting openly, making their safe house obvious to all around, likely because they expect clients to show up at their doorstep. Tonight, I only want us to stake it out, but in a fortnight we may delve in undercover and wipe it out from the inside out."

Zaana would be able to pretend she was a slave they were bringing in (she was a slave anyway), and the two could act as if they were criminals. With a bit of Force-assisted persuasion, they would make their way in and set the place on fire. It was a simple job.

 

[The Doctor]

The Doctor felt a little unnerved by the fact that Zaana had gone quiet, but she was hoping that was just her slave instincts kicking in, and that she was just observing and listening for any threats. Malthazar's plan certainly had merit, watching and waiting to gather intel before striking, surgically removing the problem with a minimum of fuss and collateral damage. I twas very military, and she loved those kind of plans, pragmatism would most certainly win the day when it finally came down to serious business, something people usually didn't associate with her. There was just a slight problem, but less for her and more for him. "Hang on, how are we staking this out? Myself and Zaana are fine, but you're 6 feet tall and just have one of those faces Mal, no offense. Even without factoring in your fashion choices, you still stand out pretty well," She explained. It was true, The Doctor was a skin shifter, and Zaana could blend in, but Malthazar was famous among exiles (or getting there anyway), and his physical appearance, coupled with his style, made him stick out like a sore thumb. If they were anywhere near the warehouse, he would get made pretty quickly.

As she was laying this out for him, she called over a waitress and ordered some food, she didn't like to plan on an empty stomach (of course, she offered Malthazar food too if he wanted it). She leaned back in her back, letting the hardwood crick and crack her back as she thought a little deeper. If they were to stake this place out, it would be better to do it at a distance, in a secluded area, that way the three of them wouldn't draw attention and they could freely discuss options. However, that also lent itself to the risk of discovery, but The Doctor figured it would be less of a risk, they could just bisect whoever came across them. "Would it not be better to watch from afar, somewhere more secluded like a rooftop, where we can freely discuss open options?"

@The Matt @Immortal Cyan

 

[Darth Malos]

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Malthazar waved away offerings of food, a grin forming at his lips when mention of his appearance came up. It was nighttime though, and a cloak usually tended to do the trick when hiding in the darkness, but he humored her nevertheless.

"Well, if you insist, we can stake them out from a rooftop if you'd like. There is one right across the street, and scaling the building should not be too hard." The building in question was an abandoned warehouse, one of the many others scattered throughout Nar Shaddaa. It was a safe space for junkies and the like, but they should not be too hard to scare off. Either way, it was better than just waltzing over and blatantly looking around.

 

[The Doctor]

So he clearly didn't think that a 6 foot tall blonde guy with big broad shoulders and a prosthetic arm was very noteworthy...she knew there was a reason he wasn't made General. It was true, staking things out from a rooftop was highly stereotypical, and more than likely completely unnecessary considering this was Nar Shadda, where the head honchos were giant talking slugs. On the other hand though, considering they were staking out drug dealers, it was probably best not to attract any attention from the people who were probably strung out on their own product. "Hey, see it from my point of view, strung out druggies see everything as a threat you know?" She explained, shrugging casually.

It was true that she and Mal were probably two of the strongest beings on Nar Shadda, but she still didn't want to tangle with the mobs out there, she might end up losing something, and she had no intention of losing an arm or a leg to a strung out junkie. She rose from the table, beckoning Malthazar to follow. "Shall we?"

 

[Darth Malos]

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Before Malthazar could say that, to the junkies, the two Exiles were indeed a threat, the Doctor rose from her seat, Zaana following her. The Templar followed, taking one last look at the unfinished glass of Corellian ale he left behind.

The trio walked out of the cantina, the cold night air greeting them, although it felt refreshing after the stuffy air of the bar. Malthazar breathed it in, then turned to his right, leading the way. They weaved through the streets, turning a corner here, crossing a pathway there, until he stopped. A small drizzle had begun by then, but it rained so often on Nar Shaddaa he didn't even notice.

He pointed at a dark warehouse. "That is the hide-out." Then, he pointed to another dark warehouse, this one across the street. "And that is the building I suggested." He would wait for her and then they would walk over there.

 

[The Doctor]

After the somewhat stuffy humidity of the club they had compacted themselves into, The Doctor was pretty damn grateful for the chance to stretch her legs. She was even more thankful for the sudden gust of air that massaged her face as she stepped outside, breathing in deeply and savoring the sweet chill that traveled down her nostrils. Tonight was a good night for her, and Nar Shadda too thinking on it. She hadn't known Malthazar too long now, but she was quite happy that he saw fit to bring her in on this, it showed a certain modicum of trust building there, slowly but surely. She couldn't help but wonder if this little mission was going to be the beginning of something greater, she certainly hoped so, he seemed like a pleasant enough guy, maybe even the kind open to making friends and not just allies.

This would all need to play out on it's own, for now, the warehouses were coming into view. Simply stealing a glance at thedrug house told The Doctor he was right to ask for her help. Even with the Force by his side, Malthazar was not going to be able to hack and slash this amount of armed trigger fingers without taking damage, not unless he had backup. The overlooking warehouse was your typical Nar Shadda building; greyed,, rusted paint, full of death and feces, and remarkably well built. Say what you want about the place, but most of these buildings were built to last, and that was something she could appreciate. The Doctor took a few strides forward and steppe into the crackhouse, casually swiping through them and avoiding their clawing hands as she walked past them, moving toward the stairs.

 

[Darth Malos]

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Malthazar followed the Doctor in, glancing at the junkies at his sides every few steps. The three wandered around the warehouse, eventually finding a set of rickety stairs at the back of the room. They were rusty, and shook when he stepped on them, but Malthazar made his way up without giving it much of a thought.

They reached the roof quickly, standing at about 3 stories up. The Templar stepped to the edge and took a look at the warehouse across the street before turning to the Doctor. "Remember, Doctor, this is a stake out. We will not yet be attacking, so don't get your hopes up."

A guard came out of the safehouse, holding a blaster. It did not look like it fired stun bolts, which Malthazar made sure to note. The man was wearing a simple over-the-head vest for armor, likely made out of duraplast or armorweave and leather.

 

[The Doctor]

The Doctor was glad to get through the crackhouse and up to the roof, it was like walking through a Zombie Apocalypse in that building, every single one of those junkies just sitting in corners with their dull eyes blank and looking into the middle distance. It honestly felt like one of them was going to leap out and bite her. Thankfully, the roof was clear of any potential annoyances, and Malthazar was all too happy to start the watch.

The Doctor came up besides him and put the binoculars to her eyes, starting to scan the building for their prey. All in all, it was quite a well defended establishment, heavily armed lethal guards, not a single stun blaster in sight. The guards themselves looked a little tightly wound, always on guard, but this was Nar Shadda, so it was to be expected half the time. "Looks pretty heavily defended" she said softly.