A Wet Debt

[Olympia Argead]

Ahto City
Manaan
Inner Rim
12:49 Local Time
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Depending on the weather the Ocean world of Manaan could either be a thing of beauty or a nightmare. Luckily for Olympia it was the former today and the clear waters of the planet were calm, the sun glistened off the slowly rolling waves far off into the distance. A number of local flying animals circled around the great floating city of Ahto. Their calls, blurring into the sounds of the sea, space traffic and hustle and bustle of the city around her. Olympia was not far from the main space port at the designated location for her to meet her fellow Sith Accomplice in todays matter.

After the disaster of the civil war and subsequent attacks from the Mandalorians and the rising Rebel presence across the outer rim, the Empire had been pushed into the corner and now needed assistance from outside organisations, one of these was the Intergalactic Banking Clan. The apex financial power in the galaxy, finances won wars, so having their support would be advance the empire on all fronts. The call down from the top was to assist the IGBC to help secure their support for the Empire.

This was the reason for Olympia's visit to the Ocean Planet, a rather high profile individual owed the clan a lot of money and had not seen fit to pay it back. As such the IGBC had put out a call to any willing participant's to help secure either payment of the funds or the Individuals personal ship, which they had deemed equal in value.

Unsure on how long her colleague would take to arrive, Olympia rested her elbows on railing overlooking the vast ocean and waited.

@KinkyPrawn

 

[Mid Samekh]

The giant ironclad figure of Mid Samekh walked alongside a railing overlooking the ocean surrounding the city of Ahto. His helmet was under his right arm while his left rested on the pommel of one of his lightsabers. He had a small smile on his lips, enjoying the spray of the sea on his face. He was still enraged with the loss of his home world, but the caressing of the mist and wind on his cheeks were doing a remarkable job of calming him.

He had arrived the day before, figuring some information on the ground would be quite useful...and it was. He learned a good deal of their target as well as the very luxurious Maelstrom yacht in the man's private hangar. He also read up on his partner for this mission. She seemed to be quite versed in diplomacy which was perfect for the Pureblood. He could be very charismatic when he wanted to be, Randon proved that, but he was no master of negotiation. No, he would be the muscle for this job if the target didn't listen to reason.

In the distance he noticed the woman he was supposed to meet staring out at the sea. He picked up his pace a little and finally reached her. "Planet certainly is beautiful. Might actually come here for my next break." he spoke calmly as he came to stand next to the woman. He looked down at her and his glowing golden eyes studied her. She was tiny, a dwarf compared to him, and their appearances couldn't be more opposite than this. His duraplast armour, Lanvarok and various other weapons held the typical image of the Sith Empire, while she looked refined and formal like a true diplomat. "Apologies, where are my manners? Mid Samekh." he continued and gave a nod to her.

@Braden Drake

 

[Olympia Argead]

Sith were often, clad in armour, enhancing their apparent prowess with big pieces of metal and dark foreboding colours. She smiled at her colleagues appearance when he greeted her. It would work well with her preferred approach to matters, she would be the calm and polite one whilst this Mid, stood in the back looking angry. She gave a light chuckle at the thought. The red skinned Sith, stood with his hand on his saber, another boasting tactic common with both her Sith companions and any other form of male she had met.

In contrast to the hulking behemoth, Olympia was dressed in more civil attire, a pair of beige trousers and black boots with a long cream jacket with full length loose sleeves. Her hair hung down her back, blown free from her face by the sea breeze. Her saber was concealed within her jacket out of view but within easy reach if needed. "I didn't think Sith had breaks." She replied to the man as he stood next to her. "Well only the lazy ones." She finished with a smile.

Turning to face the man, the wind caught the side of her trying to blow her hair into her face, she pushed back away from her face and gave him a small curtsey. "Olympia Argead, it is a pleasure." Looking up at him she peered into the golden eyes, shots of the dark side peering through them. 'He would do nicely.'
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@KinkyPrawn

 

[Mid Samekh]

Mid chuckled at the girl's comment and turned to face her fully as she introduced herself. "Well Sith don't. You just say you're going then you go." he explained jokingly. He motioned for her to follow and started to walk off towards the target with a relaxed pace. "I take it you know what we need to do?" he asked as he walked, though she didn't strike him as the type to not be prepared. "I've read up a bit on the man. He's stubborn as a mule and he has a really arrogant chip on his shoulder. I figured since you're pretty well versed in the arts of diplomacy you can try and convince him to pay up, though he'll no doubt refuse and most likely chase us off. When that happens we simply walk around to his hangar and steal that luxurious yacht of his." he explained his plan for the mission. It was simple and easy to work with. "Are you fine with that or did you have a different approach in mind?" he asked her, throwing her a quick glance before looking ahead of him again.

After a few minutes' walk they arrived at an estate. A large mansion hid behind a walled off property. This guy clearly wasn't doing bad for himself, so that meant he was just stupid to try and avoid the IGBC. A guard at the gate was standing at attention, watching the two sith as they approached. Mid folded his arms across his chest and took a look around, deciding on how to approach. "Alright, time to play nice. Hopefully it doesn't stay that way." he commented and approached the guard, slipping his helmet on and resting the black hood over it to complete his imposing look.

The man held his hand out to stop Mid, who came to a halt a few feet away from him. "That's close enough. This is private property. State your business or leave at once." the man sternly spoke to Mid who didn't budge one bit. His breathing sounded deep and processed through his helmet's ventilation system as he stared down at the man. "We're representatives from the IGBC. We'd like to talk to your employer." Mid stated calmly. The man eyed the Pureblood and Olympia. "You don't look like-" he spoke but was cut off as Mid held a hand out in front of his face. "You will let us in and tell your boss the IGBC is here for their debt." he ordered, focusing the force and drilling into the man's head. "...I'll let you in and tell my boss the IGBC is here to collect their debt." the man echoed lazily and turned to walk back into his gatehouse.

The large gate slid out of the way for the two Sith. Mid took a step to the side and held an arm out towards the mansion. "Your turn, Acolyte. Ladies first." he said jokingly. As soon as she took point he would fall in and follow behind her like a bodyguard or enforcer of sorts.

@Braden Drake

 

[Olympia Argead]

"I would rather avoid the theft side of the situation as, like you said this would be a nice place to return to. And having that reported back, even though we would be within our rights would make a few people a little frosty on our return." Olympia replied to the armour clad Sith. She walked half a step behind the warrior and to his right, her eyes scanned the scene around them as they walked, she watched as eyes were drawn towards the pair, it was clear they were from the Sith. The fact her colleague was one of the race their order was named after gave most of it away, but then the outwards sign of Mid's lightsaber left little to doubt.

They walked away from the sea outlook and into the residential districts of Ahto City, they were widely spaced, with large green spaces between them, a true sign of luxury and power. She smiled at a couple of young humans who looked her way making the younger of the pair blush in response. Further and further in they walked and the open spaces began to be filled with walls, first only at knee height, then chest and finally well overhead so not even the tallest of Wookiee's could see over. Olympia gave a simple nod at the Sith's comment when they finally reached the correct house.

The simple guard approached the pair and within a moment, Mid done what any Sith normally would and overreact. Lashing out with aggressive force. She hung her head as Mid forced the man to open the gates, before turning to allow her to enter ahead of him. As she passed she turned to face the Sith. "How do you expect a diplomatic end to this if the first thing you do is aggressive. Really you Sith are all the same." She scoffed at the last comment as she stepped through the door. "Also, do not call me Acoylte, use my name or nothing else." She said with vigor.

As they stepped through the gate, they were greeted with the lush green landscaped gardens she would expect from a man with the amount of financial weight behind him as his file had dictated. The house was set off to the left, up a winding path, a large landing pad sat on the opposite side, with the previously mentioned starship sat upon it. "At least we didn't have to go looking for it." Taking the lead up the path, she talked as she walked. "Act the mute. Keep your head straight forward, but take in everything around you. Trust me silence gives a desperate man more fear than any threat. A hand on your saber wouldn't go amiss either." She finished as the pair reached the door to the residence.

There was no doorbell or knocker, anyone who had gotten passed the guard would have been expected to head straight up here or meet their host outside. Stepping through the threshold she spotted a guard coming around the side of the house. "Hey, no one is expected today." Olympia paid him no attention and continued walking, hoping that Mid was doing the same. The ground floor of the house was open plan, a depressed sitting area in the middle surrounded a large holo-table, there sat their target. "Marshall Flair Wallace, I presume? The Intergalactic Banking Clan sends its regards." She said in a polite and upbeat tone. The man jumped in his seat, turning slowly to face the pair. Olympia continued walking and made her way to the sofa opposite. Taking a seat and crossing one leg over the other. "I believe we have a loan to discuss."

 

[Mid Samekh]

To Mid's surprise the woman disapproved of his idea. He eyed her as she walked past and shrugged. "I'd hardly rate a mind trick as aggressive. The last time a guard stopped me I hurled him into a ceiling to knock him out." he confessed. Technically that was a lie. That was the second last guard, the last one was impaled on a wall by his lightsaber. But she didn't have to know that. What surprised him more was her demanding him to call her by her name. This girl was brave to say the least. Few people had the guts to speak up against him, and the few that did had an arrogant streak a mile long. She was a curious Sith to say the least.

He walked a few feet behind her, looking around ans scanning the perimeter. The ship was standing proudly on the landing pad which made their job infinitely easier. She gave him his job and told him to just play 'tough guy', a role that came rather easy to him. He chuckled at her comment and loaded a blade into the rail of his Lanvarok. His hands then rested on his lightsabers' hilts as if he were ready to draw them at any moment.

A guard by the door tried to stop them but they simply walked past like they owned the place. They entered the beautiful mansion and quickly found the owner. Olympia started the 'negotiation' which only added to his confusion. Mid came to stand next to her as she sat down, staring down the little man. Mister Wallace's eyes shot between the two of them, growing more and more nervous by the second. "I-I told them that they would get their money when I have it for them." he fired back with a bit of a stutter. "And I don't know what Sith are doing, working for those greedy pigs, but I don't see any reason to tolerate your presence any longer than this." he spoke more sternly, pressing a button to summon security. A unit of 4 troopers marched in and stood ready to escort the two Sith out.

A low growl rumbled from the Pureblood's throat, more akin to an animal than a person. His head turned to eye the troopers as his grip on his lightsabers tightened. The troopers noticed this and their weapons primed, thinking he might attack. He wanted to force push them into the wall to create some privacy, but that might not go down so smoothly. He gave Olympia a quick glance to see what she wanted to do. Try and negotiate further or switch to plan B...

"I don't take kindly to being threatened in my own home, now get out." the little man added as he eyed Olympia

@Braden Drake

 

[Olympia Argead]

"There is no need for violence Mr Wallace. We are Sith, do you really think you can outfight us? I would rather not shed innocent blood if we could, now if I may." She replied as the armed guards appeared from the corners of the room. She pulled a Holo-tablet from the folds of her dress and placed it down on the table between them, the movement nearly caused a firefight as the twitchy guards raised the blasters. But she held up her other hand to signal that she was not pulling a weapon. She tapped the button to the side of the tablet which brought up a signed document. "Mr Wallace, this is the document you signed with the Banking Clan, confirming your borrow of two hundred and forty five thousand credits, as collateral you held your ship, and the payment terms included a fifty six thousand credit fee, and a repayment period of three galactic years." She pressed another button which projected the image above the tablet and table allowing everyone in the room to see this, including the guards spread around the room.

"As you can see, this was signed almost four galactic years ago, you have paid little more than one hundred thousand credits, back to the clan." Another button pressed and a dozen more documents appeared on the projection. "This is every one of the Clan's attempts to contact you about payment, yet these have all been ignored, with your last contact and payment, almost two years ago." Pressing another button the projection ceased and she picked up the tablet again. Turning to the guards, "Your master here, not only owes a lot of money, but has refused to pay it. Firstly I ask do you think he will be paying you if he cannot his own words pay the Intergalactic Banking Clan? Secondly, do you believe you can fight and take down two Sith, without at least some of you getting hurt? And finally, do you really think that if by taking us 'out', that the Clan will simply lay down this almost two hundred thousand credit debt? Or that the Empire will take kindly to two of its members being killed? I would advise you all to take a step back and allow your master to pay up."

Turning her back to the guards, to give them the impression she already knew their answer she faced Flair Wallace and smiled, "Now would you like to pay the credits, or we can take your ship. Your choice."


@KinkyPrawn

 

[Mid Samekh]

Mister Wallace was furious, but Mid could sense the fear underneath the mask. Olympia tried to talk him down by stating quite bluntly what he and his men knew. They weren't a match for two Sith.

She pulled a datapad from her pocket which caused the troopers to be a bit on edge as their rifles powered up with a hiss-and-click. Mid took a step closer just in case they tried anything. Olympia proceeded to explain Wallace's issue...and with every point she mentioned he sank. His arrogance melted away, his anger simmered down and his shoulders sagged. A few beads of sweat formed on his brow and he tugged at his collar as his troopers looked at him. His little empire was quickly shattering before his eyes. "I-I don't have the money, alright!?" he practically shouted in a pathetic voice. He clutched at his head and fell back into his seat. "I can't pay it back because I don't have it!" he explained to her, looking to a very interesting spot on the floor. His excuse was slightly ironic since there was a brand new yacht parked on his front lawn.

Mid chuckled, enjoying the sight of a fraud falling to pieces. "So since you don't have the money, you won't mind if we take your ship?" he said in an amused tone. The little man looked up at him then looked to Olympia with wide eyes. "No, please! I-I'll have the money next year for them, I promise!" he pleaded. He hesitated for a second before standing up and walking towards her then fell to his knees. "Please give me another chance!" he begged. Mid raised an eyebrow and looked to Olympia, curious to see her reaction.

@Braden Drake

 

[Olympia Argead]

Olympia smiled as the man cracked, it was a beautiful sight, to see a man broken by words instead of physical power. As he crawled towards her she hesitated, not because she felt guilt for the man, but because she wondered how best she could use him to her own ends. Perhaps gain a little more money off the top for herself perhaps? Funds were always good when it came to gaining further power in the galaxy. There was an outwards pause as she thought everything over, watching as the beads of sweat rolled down the mans forehead Olympia made her decision.

"The Clan will not wait, and Sith are not found of it either. No your ship will be the price. Mr Wallace." As much as the extra credits she could possibly bleed from the man would be great, it would not outweigh the displeasure of the Clan. She looked up at Mid and gave him a nod. Now was the time for him to take the lead.

 

[Mid Samekh]

Mid stood tall, watching the man grovel at Olympia's feet and he could sense the pleasure she was getting from it. He couldn't argue, it was rather satisfying watching him like this. Finally she spoke. She told him his time was up and the ship was coming with them. The man tried to say something but he was out of ideas and cheap words. Olympia looked to Mid and Mid nodded. "Thank you for your time, Mister Wallace. I hope that the clan will be getting all their money back on time in future ventures...if they'll allow such ventures in the first place." he said coldly and motioned for Olympia to follow. He waited by the door for her to catch up before walking off towards the ship.

A guard was standing by it, reaching to light a cigarette, when the two Sith arrived. He tried to stop them, pressing a hand against Mid's chest, but in a second he was on the floor with a broken wrist and clenching his gut in pain. "Next time you lose that hand." he said flatly and pressed the button to open the yacht up. "After you." he said politely and waited for Olympia to board. On board he took a few seconds to orient himself with the layout. The 'new ship smell' was still fresh in the lounging area. Mid chuckled as he made his way towards the cockpit of the ship and sat in the pilot's seat.

He took his helmet off and looked around a bit before flipping switches and starting up the ship. He saw mister Wallace come running out, waving his arms to try and stop them in a last ditch effort. He was screaming at them but Mid couldn't hear a thing through the top-tier insulation of the ship. In no time at all the ship was in the air and Mid steered to the sky to exit the atmosphere. "I'd say this counts as a successful mission. Now, let's see what this luxury ship can do..." he commented as he opened up the throttle and blasted off into the sky.

/End Thread

@Braden Drake