Ask Tatooine An Offer He Can't Refuse

[Tyr'din Selm]

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Mission Briefing:

A very wealthy casino owner from Naboo is looking to expand his business into other parts of the galaxy. He is already discussing the creation of a franchise on Tattooine with a local mayor. Convince him to do business on Hypori instead! Either take out the competition, or give him a kriffing good offer.

Objective: Secure Casino Owner for Hypori.

Side Objective: Resolve it peacefully.

Things proceeded as expected, with the first few bumps out of the Road it was time to make certain that Hypori also received the flow of Business it needed, and not the legal kind, if Intel served right their Target would be meeting with a local Mayor on Tatooine in a offshore location outside from the prying eyes of Society.

Tyr'din was already boots on the ground, this being his Home Planet he found navigating it to be second nature yet he had been assigned an additional able bodied Mercenary one he had met on their previous scuffle already, a Chiss one that made a good impression on him, he didn't feel pretentious and from what he knew Chiss could handle their weapons, atleast those he had met in his past.

He had been waiting for his "Accomplice" inside of a offshoot alley in Mos Espa which he tracked their Targets residence to, he had been shadowing their Target for two days now and studied their behaviour Patterns, alot of frequenting the local Cantina and some more... exotic expeditions that Tyr'din didn't bother to investigate, intercourse isn't something he was keen to watch.

Crackling over the Commlink between the two was Tyr'dins voice: "Raanil. Our Window is closing. How far are you?"

Whilst he waited for the Reply he fired up his Swoop-Bike and let it run warm so that there would be no uneven power Distribution when he needed it most, dipping down to make some adjustments alongside the main control group aswell as a power coupler he had ways to keep himself occupied, however something didn't sit with him right, he wondered if Raanil was able to keep this peaceful or if they had to resort to intimidation tactics, either way aslong as it gets the job done he would worry naught.

A final check-up he did on his gear before then looking over the large camtono that Grace had given him, it was a offer, how much was in it he didn't check mainly because he knew discretion but considering that it was heavy... he expected that it was an Offer... not easily refused.

@Tenia


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[Raanil 'Nuz 'Vez' Chal]

The binary suns of Tatooine beated down on him, fiercely biting his flesh.
Raanil had still to find a world worthy of his appreciation in the wider galaxy beyond Csilla.
He and @Tyr'din Selm had arrived on the desertic planet a week prior, and in that time, in the coolness of their lousy lodging, the chiss got to know better his accomplice.
Turned out his associate was not really a mandalorian, but merely wore their armor and used their weapons. The difference wasn't all that clear to Raanil, until Tyr'din told him about the creed and customs of the warrior people. The chiss found the tales fascinating, and maybe worth further research.
In contrary to his usual behaviour, Raanil liked his partner, for once. He knew much not only about this galaxy's tech, but also about its people and customs. Plus, the chiss skin and Tyr'din hair meant they had something in common: they were outcasts in the eyes of most.

The beeping of his comlink broke Raanil's flow of toughts. Tyr'din was asking about his whereabouts.
< I'll be right there. This isn't my home planet, you know. it isn't even my farking galaxy! >
Of course, the geography wasn't really the main problem, but his recent wounds were: no more than two weeks earlier the merc have had a spectacular crash on top of a pirate camp, and was limping since.
Admitting he wasn't still fit for duty would have meant he would be ousted from the job by Grace, heir to the Zann consortium. Besides, Raanil was too proud to back down.

After a bit more time then what was necessary, the chiss turned up in the objective alley.
He found Tyr'din tinkering with his swoop-bike, in full assault gear and plain view.
< What are you doing!? we're supposed to make contact with this guy, not mow down his household! >
Tyr'din shrugged.
< listen. We go in, armed only for safety, and take it from there. Way i see it, this guy doesn't even know which end of a blaster is the shooty one: in two days we followed him he just drank and reproduced.
Just be cool, eh? >

@Bread

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

Looking down at himself Tyr'din didn't see a particular problem, surely he looked like well... a Mandalorian but this was Tatooine, his Homeplanet and arguably the Homeplanet of Crime aswell, it was true however, Tyr'din was no true Mandalorian infact he knew little aside from that which you heard being told about them yet they always intrigued him something about them rung true with him though he knew not exactly how to place it.

Fumbling his Fusioncutter that he used to sear shut a small gap inbetween delicate circuitry he caught it just afore it could hit the ground, twisting it inbetween his fingers giving it a thorough twirl before shuffling it back onto his belt he finally turned to address the Chiss proper, hooking his thumbs into his Belt he snickered beneath that helmet shaking his head briefly.

"First time on Tatooine? Trust me, people wouldn't look at you wrong even if you carried a Disruptor with you around here."

He asked the Chiss as he pointed down an Alley where one could see a Slave running away from their owner only to brought back into the Household by force, this was the day to day life, and some of the residents here didn't care all too much how much Heat you were packing aslong as you could handle it in a good fight, it was good however that Tyr'din wore the Armor, it meant people wouldn't recognize him.

"I grew up on these Streets, Grace picked me up in the local Cantina after I had to step in to save her skin. Speaking of which, hows the ship?"

He then gestured ahead as he slowly began walking, it was mostly just to round the corner towards... the very same Cantina that Grace and Tyr'din met in, it was a strange sense of Deja Vu but he shook it slowly afterwards though he tried to remember why exactly he stuck with Grace in the first place, he had his reasons but... he rarely talked about them, some made their assumptions but those that asked usually only got defensive answers from him.

"Grace owns a Casino here, liberated it from my old Employer, or rather one of my Employers, our Contact doesn't have to know that but assuming you are going to be the one talking it should be good for you to know how to argument."

Holding the Camtono that Grace supplied them with in his right hand he judged its weight... it was heavier than his Rifle yet lighter than his Jetpack, whatever was inside must either be exotic or very light.

"If you have questions, now is the time."

@Tenia

 

[Raanil 'Nuz 'Vez' Chal]

Tyr'din reassured his colleague about the carefree policy of tatooine about firearms, violence and crime in general. This didn't really strike Raanil as a good thing: sure, they could stroll around in a tank without anyone batting an eye, but the same was true for any eventual opponent. The chiss hoped their target wouldn't take advantage of the planet policy and welcome them in his home, repeating blaster in his hand. The guy looked like a businessman who enjoyed life and didn't spend a minute amongst common folks, however, for this very reason, he could hire a little army of mercenaries for his protection: credits didn't seem to be a problem with this one.
The hired guns duo didn't notice any bodyguard while following their target, but it could simply mean he didn't want his eventual mercs to leave the fort.

Tyr'din asked Raanil if he needed any more information, however this didn't seem the best time. Plus, if he meant to talk more about his home planet, they weren't really there for a tour; if he meant the job, the "mandalorian" didn't have any secret insights, did he. Did he?
Nevermind. after all, there was only one entrance to the compound, not considering the inner courtyard, of course, but an aerial assault seemed a bit premature.
Only one question worth asking.
< break trough the door or ask nicely, what do you think? >
Raanil caressed the disruptor pistol in his holster, waiting.

@Bread

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

A chuckle came from beneath that Helmet, it was a simple question one that warranted not much thinking, shaking his head lightly he just gestured forwards giving Raanil the Stage so to say, before commenting:

"We are here to bargain, not to shoot, im just your fancy Tin Man."

He would say as he knocked his knuckles along the Helmet he wore it resounded pleasantly as he did so, though as they did come up on their Objectives Location... a small very remote accomodation, and without a hesitation Tyr'din just knocked on the first sight of a Door he found.

A minute passed, then two, before a small compartment opened at the side of the Door and a long camera was extended out regarding them both, Tyr'din was used to this type of Technology and it was pretty standard on Tatooine but he wasn't sure if Raanil was familiar with it.

A long moment of silent occured as the Camera observed them before finally after a long moment of someone searching a Microphone of sorts a Human voice crackled through a speaker at the side of the bulbous Camera.

<"Who are you? I didn't remember ordering food.">

Another long pause came from the Man inside before his grunting and shuffling could be heard over the intercom, he let out a deep sigh as if he didn't really care that someone was waiting before then regarding them once more.

<"Ah who cares. What do you want? I don't have much time my favourite Dancer is coming soon.">

Tyr'din gave a look to Raanil, this was his time to shine and show that he had the charm to make a impression, putting him in the spotlight like this amused Tyr'din knowing full well that Raanil likely had a very small comfort zone when it came to things like this.

@Tenia

 

[Raanil 'Nuz 'Vez' Chal]

The eye-looking camera took Raanil by surprise. Not so much for the contraption per se, but more for the secrecy and distrust that every Tatooine inhabitants showed.
The chiss took a step closer to the camera, under the red tent that stood above the entrance of the compound, all while moving forward his poncho to conceal his weapons. He then proceeded to remove his armored hat, to show both his face and an humble attitude.
< Ahem. Bright suns to you, mister. i'm Raanil of house Chal, and this is my partner Tyr'din Selm, once a proud inhabitant of this fine city >
Raanil silently thanked his upbringing for teaching him the basics of etiquette. He also thanked his good star for the decision of not drinking that morning.
< Yeah, so what? i'm not gonna buy anything >
It seemed high society wasn't as sophisticated as on Csilla, here. The chiss swallowed his growing irritation and came back smoothly.
< Oh, but mister, we're not here to sell. No, we're here to buy your attention and guide you in a massive opportunity for your already impressive business > a pause < And for you > Raanil winked rather boldly, unfortunately winking with only one eye it's a pretty complicated effort.
From the intercom a crackling signaled a chuckle from their objective.
< Well, at least your pitch isn't as sloppy as the usual > another crackle.
Raanil looked at Tyr'din, which shrugged, both of them waiting for a verdict. After a second the chiss cautiously rushed their interlocutor.
< So, sir, can we come in? >
< Yeah Yeah, just make it quick. I have other urges other than to make credits >
The door slided into the compound wall, revealing a dimly lit corridor, at the end of which a larger room could be barely seen.
The chiss turned toward his partner < Charming >
he then crossed the threshold into the dark.

@Bread

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

"You really ha-"

He muttered to himself, Raanil really elected to just flat use his Name, not the greatest Idea in Mos Espa, people knew him, and it wasn't exactly long ago that he went to work locally here, not to mention having blown up a residential building, albeit his own it was still well... it wasn't the best publicity.

Listening along whilst playing the obligatory Bodyguard wasn't hard for Tyr'din considering that was his main job around Grace though at times he was thankful for not being pulled from one shootout to the other, for once they migh actually be fine, and whilst he phrased that in his head he already knew... NOW it definently wouldn't go their way, but they could be proven wrong.

"Well... went better than expected."

He shrugged to Raanil as the Camera slid back inside and the door opened up by sliding to the side with a hiss, as soon as that door opened up though they found themselves in a very... musky corridor that just felt like the air stood still in it, yeah this guy was not clean.

"I can smell it... through the helmet, whatever he does- actually I dont want to know."

The moist smell of water dripping from the ceiling could be heard as they pressed forwards and just at the end of the Corridor flanked by two very ornate faulds of red curtain was their destination, gesturing for Raanil to go first before entering right after him.

"Ladies first."

He added, before they both made their way inside and one thing was certain... the room they entered did not lack a spectrum of pink, it looked like its own little paradise of sexual desires one that was... poorly cleaned, a large luxurious bed stood in the very corner of the Room, curtains obscuring it whilst the main room was occupied by neon lights, a lounge lowered into the floor that seemed more expensive than what both of them wore at once, lounging inside said lounge on a elongated couch was their Target.

A Human from Naboo going by the name of Crosik Fenda, or in other circles: "The Wheeler Dealer" a notorious casino owner ever looking to expand his territory of both lust and games of luck, his slicked back hair almost completely consisted of grease, and the suit he wore was atleast two days old.

Looking to Raanil, Tyr'din raised singular eyebrow beneath his Helmet but before either of them could say something the Businessman opened up by leaning forwards.

<"Is that... a real Mandalorian?">

@Tenia

 

[Raanil 'Nuz 'Vez' Chal]

The first thing Raanil thought when he saw their target, who had identified himself as Crosik Fenda, was to wonder what such a wealthy individual was doing sitting alone in the middle of his own filth.
The room, though dirty and dark, was richly decorated, with expensive-looking art objects crammed against every wall.
Crosik sat alone like an idiot in the center of the room.
In alarm, the chiss ran his gaze along the dark corners of the room, looking for bodyguards concealed by shadows. The mercenary's fingers stroked the handle of the blaster beneath his poncho, but relaxed as he noted that the businessman was indeed alone.
However, half-hidden by curtains, one could make out several closed doors on different sides of the boudoir, which could easily conceal threats.
Raanil and Tyr'din exchanged a meaningful glance: evidently the partner had also inspected the room and had come to the same conclusions.

The silence was finally broken by the landlord
< Is that... a real Mandalorian? >
he gestured with a chubby hand in the direction of Tyr'din.
Seeing that his colleague didn't answer, Raanil intervened
< If you are referring to my good friend here, he is not actually a follower of The Way, but he is still as valiant a warrior as the natives of Mandalore >
The chiss felt that the truth was the best option, even as far as their names were concerned: in a complicated negotiation such as this, keeping lies and subterfuge in mind would be an unnecessary complication.
Besides, Crosik was not a fighter; even knowing of their name, what could he have done? Call the Hutts? The slugs were smart enough not to hinder the plans of Grace, their potential ally.
Raanil's thoughts were again interrupted by the nubian.
< It could have been Mand'Alor himself, I couldn't care less >
his piggy little eyes became slits
< I'm interested in the armor. Is it authentic? Beskar? >
The chiss turned a glance to his companion, who remained mute and indecipherable under the helmet
<You wanted to do business, didn't you? My price is the armor >

@Bread

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

Silence was the main portion that existed after the Nubian had spoke his final demand, Tyr'din played with the idea in his head, he let it go over and over but eventually came to a conclusion which he didn't know if Raanil would agree with it, stepping slightly to the Side he looked to Raanil first before then to Crosik directly and whilst his voice was normally not the most threatening it crackled forth with a preternatural dread this time around as he spoke a singular powerful word.

"No."

He then slowly strode forwards and placed the Camtono he was carrying with him on the Table infront of the Nubian, he reached another hand up to input the code to open it which he shortly afterwards did, releasing his hands on the Camtono shortly afterwards to give a solemn step back.

<"No? What do you mean no? Thats my price. Would be a shame for your employer to find out that you are not able to part.">

His chubby frame came lurching forwards, his attempt at sitting up failed three times in a row before it succeeded but as he sat up the Camtono revealed what was inside... one hundred thousand Credits neatly placed one over the other in a solemn symmetrical pile ontop of which something the Nubian set his eyes on rested, a small box, ornate and woven through with golden threads of metal.

<"Give me that.">

He gestured like a little kid to the Box looking to both of them as if they were his slaves, Tyr'din tilted his head at Raanil before obliging the opulent man in his request, reaching into the Camtono he exchanged the Box from his hands to the pudgy ones.

<"Oho... Whats inside?">

He asked before already diving a hand up to slowly open the Box, it was filled to the brim with Spice, something that Tyr'din had a very distinct distate and philosophy on but he didn't know the contents of the Camtono nevertheless it would mean that he and Grace would likely talk about this one day.

<"I like the box... its so ornate... so beautiful so... rustic.">

Tyr'din exchanged a glance towards Raanil as if he couldn't believe that this small opulent man was getting so... beguiled by a box with golden stripes on it.

@Tenia

 

[Raanil 'Nuz 'Vez' Chal]

Much like a child who has discovered a new toy, Crosik seemed to have completely forgotten about his request from moments before.
It was clear that the nubian was interested in the artistic value of Tyr'din's armor, rather than its destructive potential.
His obsession now was what its plump hands clutched.
Flighty, childish, and bloated with credits. dangerous combination.
< Mr. Fenda, are we to interpret your reaction as assent? >
The businessman's ecstatic expression quickly turned to stone. The twinkle in his eyes gave way to an icy stare.
< Easy there, one-eyed man. I don't even know what we're bargaining for, nor the identity of who's sending you >
Crosik wasn't so clueless after all. After all, you can't build an economic empire without some kind of cunning.
< Besides, the box is a valuable object, but it's not enough to buy me >
Tyr'din and Raanil significantly ogled the mountain of credits in plain sight on the filthy lounge.
< Credits? >
Crosik burst into a giggle.
< My good sir, I make as many credits in a week. Either your boss is stupid, or you two drank up a chunk of the initial offer >
Raanil had a huff of annoyance. Not that he wouldn't have been able to drink that kind of capital, with Tyr'din's help or not, but not with Grace's money.
the chiss had ended up respecting crimelord, and he considered himself loyal.
At least, as long as Grace was paying.
< And, the spice? >
Crosik raised an eyebrow, then passed the small box from one hand to the other and turned it upside down.
The spice fell to the floor in a long golden stream and raised a dust that filled the room.
And the nostrils of those present. Not good.
< Didn't you hear the credits part, one-eyed man? >
The characteristic numbness produced by the spice began to cloud Raanil's brain.
The latter, after squinting a few times, fought the effects of the narcotic enough to formulate a sensible response.
< What sort of goods might you be interested in, Mr. Fenda? >
The Nubian gave a slimy smile.
< Entertainment, dear boys! a rare item, a dancer from the farthest recesses of the galaxy, seeing a tusken without those rags on its face. Use your imagination >

@Bread

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

"Enough."

Tyr'din spoke with a thrum in his voice, The games the slimebag of a walking ball on legs was enough for him to resort to violence but he contained himself enough, he wanted things to be exotic, very well, he would make things memorable for him.

"You want a one of a kind thing? Very well."

He reached up to his Helmet, and as much as he didn't like removing it, he had no choice, something deep inside him rebelled against it but for the briefest of times that Raanil saw him under his Helmet... he knew that meeting a man like Tyr'din was a special occassion to say the least that and a Chiss in tow, even moreso.

Lifting the Helmet by pressing both his hands on either side of it he slowly took it off, his snowish white hair cutting through the dimly lit room like as if it was out of place which... it very much was, his deep crimson eyes settled on their quarry... Crosik and holding the Helmet beneath one of his arms he regarded him with a gaze of pragmatic indifference.

<"Now now...">

The pudgy man began as he held the box in his hand, idly carressing and petting it like a cat though his eyes cut through the musky air of the chamber settling on Raanils Partner, his look switched from bemusement to intrigue.

<"This is a sight I don't often see.">

Tyr'din looked to Raanil with a look on his face that spoke a thousand words, he really didn't feel like stripping down and he hoped he wouldn't have to, but just afore either of them could exchange words Crosik dropped to his feet and actually scuttled over to them eyeing up Tyr'din in particular.

<"Mmh... you can't be a simple errand boy. Who was your Boss again? I would so love to know afterall they seem to have taste.">

He asked Raanil as he finished once walking around his Partner, they had his attention, and this time without jesting, for Tyr'din this was incredibly awkward, he felt like he was at a auction... and he was the item, he just hoped Raanil wouldn't have any hard feelings from it.

@Tenia

 

[Raanil 'Nuz 'Vez' Chal]

The hair on the back of Raanil's neck stood up when, for the second time in a row, Tyr'din flatly refused Crosik's requests.
Granted, those were absurd demands of a spoiled child, but whether they liked it or not, they had to humor the Nubian, at least partially.
Tyr'din was dangerously precluding any room for maneuver for the chiss attempts at diplomacy.
Raanil began to break out in a cold sweat, his brain increasingly confused by the spice, but calmed down a bit when his colleague granted Crosik the required entertainment.
Tyr'din had indeed removed his helmet and this had caught the businessman's attention. Raanil's slowed down thoughts didn't prevent him from noticing that it wasn't exactly a great display: after all, his partner wasn't a follower of The Way, and Crosik knew that perfectly well.
All this, however, did not seem to cross the mind of their target, who now circled around the "mandalorian" like a predator looking forward to his conquest.

the chiss clutched his temples between thumb and forefinger, in an attempt to counteract the effects of the spice.
< Mr. Fenda, we're here on behalf of G- >
A dizziness momentarily interrupted him. Raanil wondered if Tyr'din, now without the filters of his helmet, was also under the influence of the narcotic.
< On behalf of Grace Zann, heir to Tyber Zann and mistress of the reformed Consortium >
Crosik took his eyes off Tyr'din for a moment and looked with sincere curiosity at his interlocutor.
< The Zann Consortium? Reformed? >
< Exactly- >
A cough interrupted Raanil again.
< Exactly, Mr. Fenda. The consortium is back in business, and ready to defend your own >
< Spare me the rigmarole, one-eyed man. The news is certainly interesting, however... >
Crosik stopped walking around Tyr'din and turned his back on his guests, thinking to himself.
< All right, let's talk seriously, then >
As suspected, this confirmed that until then the Nubian had only played with the two, probably out of boredom.
< What does this Zann want from me, this Grace? >
Again, the question came slowly, digging into the molasses produced by the spice in the chiss' brain.
The latter, abandoning all etiquette, staggered over to the couch and sat down there, legs slack.
< We Ehr - >
< Speak up, one-eyed man >
< Grace Zann would like to convince you to open your new casino on Hypori, on a much more favorable trade route than Tatooine >
< Mpf. Favorable to pirates and cutthroats >
< Ah- ehr - exactly. Pirates full of credits and nowhere to invest them >
Crosik burst out in another giggle, then turned to Tyr'din in a friendly manner
< Your friend is clever with words, eh? even with his brain half burned >
The nubian's smile remained on his mouth but disappeared from his eyes.
< Besides words I guess you are also skilled with the blasters you hide >
Raanil gasped, searching for an answer. If Crosik had wanted to kill them now, he would have had no difficulty.
But the businessman had something else in mind.
< I suppose Zann could lend me two of her men for a job, if it meant a successful negotiation, yes? >

@Bread

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

Raanil had a significant difficulty with the Spice, Tyrdin on the other hand had been holding his breath solemnly until he had to speak, it was not the first time he had been under subject of this substance, his former employer clouded his entire room in the stuff and it was always a pain to walk in and out of it, however even whilst holding their breath, Tyr'din was not immune.

"He will be fine."

Tyr'din gave a short retort, mainly because that meant he didnt have to open his extremities to subject himself to the drug, this was dangerous, if Raanil fainted and he followed suit, theyd surely end up as slaves, he cant allow that.

"You will get one Job, One. Free of charge. Just leave the Chiss out of this."

Crosik pranced around amusedly first coming around to look upon Raanil more closely before snapping back to Tyr'din a large grin on his face, he knew the albino haired man, that is why they had been given such a hard time, more specifically... he had know his employer.

<"Oh so delightful... you see my boy...">

He reached a pudgy hand up to place on the side of Tyr'dins shoulder as he looked and gestured towards Raanil.

<"I said two... and I will get two. For one Job.">

He wouldn't budge... Crosik was a meticulous man and the fact that he always got what he wanted was something that Tyr'din couldn't shake, reluctant but knowing he must, Tyr'din agreed to it... what could it be that could be this hard to complete for the two of them.

"Fine. Consider the Camtono a token of appreciation from the Consortium."

<"Oh I will, now off you go, both of you, I will need to prepare a migration to Hypori afterall, just remember... you two owe me a Job now.">

As soon as Crosik said that Tyr'din rushed to Raanil's side trying to help him up as good as he could, and unless the Chiss protested he would get them the hell out of this drug ridden room so that they could think proper, surely... Tyr'din wasn't the best negotiator, but he isn't cheap either and neither was Raanil so this deal was acceptable, atleast in his eyes aslong as Crosik doesn't prepare a impossible task for them.

Whispering to his Partner, Tyr'din lowered his voice: "Dont breathe any more of it until we are out, you'll turn into a lifeless sack."

@Tenia

 

[Raanil 'Nuz 'Vez' Chal]

The two, holding on to each other, staggered down the dark corridor.
Raanil's head spun, confusing top and bottom and making it impossible for him to walk straight.
Nevertheless, the mercenaries reached the exit door. From the way Tyr'din's hands trembled nervously as he typed in the commands to open it, the chiss sensed that his partner had also inhaled a not inconsiderable amount of the drug.
Finally, the door opened with a hiss and the light of the twin suns invaded Raanil's retina.
The mercenary, struck by the glow as if by a punch to the stomach, let go of his companion and fell to his knees, vomiting on the sand before him.
Panting, he then sat with his back against the wall of the alley and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Tyr'din was in front of him, sitting and panting but less conspicuously so.

< Well, it could have been worse >
the "mandalorian" gave him a tired smile.
< We'll just have to wait and see what kind of assignment we'll have to do for that nerf-herder >
The chiss coughed and closed his eyes. The clean, though hot, air was slowly mitigating the effects of the spice, but it would take hours for a full recovery.
< ... Or, we can go back in there and beat the crap out of that creep >
The idea was meant to be a joke, but seeing his colleague's expression, Raanil realized it was a real possibility. They'd just have to wait for the spice dust to settle, then smash through the door and punch Crosik's pig-face to a pulp.
The nubian did not seem intimidated by physical threats, but perhaps with a few less incisors the air of superiority would melt away like snow under the planet's suns.

Slowly, Raanil pulled himself up, slithering his back against the wall behind him. With a grunt, he then reached upright position and offered a hand to his colleague.
< Thanks for the help, by the way >
The chiss then put his armored hat on his head.
< In any case, we have a couple of hours to kill. Let's go for a drink >

@Bread

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

It was only when they exited that Tyr'dins cold... contained manner broke, he had been under severe influence of that drug inside of that room for way too long, he broke out into a heavy coughing fit and almost collapsed, this is why he hated Spice, it killed people and he wasn't exactly thrilled that he would be someone that would end up smuggling it.

"Who enjoys... that..."

He said as he found the nearest wall, pressed his back up against it and then just slid down until he sat propping his arms up on his knees letting the helmet rest in his lap, he shook his head profusely, it was a deal... atleast, though this could mean that Crosik could call upon them whenever he wanted or... a epithamy struck him.

Once Crosik set up on Hypori... Grace could just take over, why bother having him handle the Casino when she could just let him build it up... and then just snatch it, as much as he didn't like it... he began thinking like a Pirate.

"No no... leave him... im not staining my Armor in whatever he ate prior."

He slowly shuffled to his feet, wobbly at first but firmer with every pass of the moment, he was concerned for Raanil, he seemed as if he was hit the worst by the devils dust, looking the Chiss over he smacked his lips shaking his head once more.

"Dont mention it, once on a job together we are brothers. I scratch your back, you mine."

He then pondered the proposition, as much as he liked the idea of getting a drink, he also was not sure what people he knew would think when they made the conclusion he wore Mandalorian Armor, at the same time... he didn't care so he simply just nodded in response accepting the offer with a pat of the Chiss's shoulder.

"Yeah, you look like you need it. First two are on me. Just don't get shifty eyes when people recognize me."

@Tenia

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