Was it the best disguise the smuggler had ever used? Probably not, but as the second guitar of the Furry Fantastics he didn't need to do that much to hide his real identity. Not here, not on a backward planet like G'wenee. The locals even thought it was very attentive to local customs and culture when the band decided to visit the Museum of Lay Pa-Sidian. No one knew ofcourse that said second guitar had heard about a particularly lucrative job that an contact of his was outsourcing. A job that not coincidentally was centered around a piece of art in this very museum. A fresco, to be precise.
"This museum would be the perfect spot for our HoloNet-clip of our latest single," Davik said as he looked around and pointed to various imposing art pieces that anyone would agree was the best backdrop of the poppy rock song the band had written. The museum's director was close-by and he smelled profit just as much as the band did, "Great idea, mister-" he hesitated. The Furry Fantastics didn't play his kind of music. He found it a lucrative deal because he knew that his teenage daughter, bit of a rebel, did adore the lead singer and well, the things one did for family. That didn't mean he'd know the name of the human that played the second guitar, though. "Dorso," the guitar player smiled at him, "Lavik Dorso."
The name sounded slightly familiar, but then in a galaxy of trillions you were bound to find humans with similar sounding names. Looking at the guitar player, his New Alderaan-styled summer clothes, his short dyed hair and short dark beard, one wouldn't necessarily think he was the one their fans came to see.
Regardless, that HoloNet-clip filmed in the museum would be a great idea.
HK-24 had to admit this was one of the stranger assignments his master has sent him on. From what he could tell it was his job to watch some two-bit smuggler walk around a museum, and, so he HK-24 had been informed, assist them in collecting an item of theirs. The droid had never understood the obsession organics had for ‘art’, and he doubted he ever would.
Dorso, Lavik Dorso.
If he could have, the droid would have let out a sad, depressed sigh at the nickname. However, it would have been deeply hypocritical for him to do so, given his name for the date was KH-74. He had even got himself repainted for the occasion, into a beautiful chromium sheen.
He was KH-74, one of the best protocol units you could buy for under three hundred credits.
Not a well-programmed and hyper-talented killing machine, no-no! He stared at Dorso. Dorso starred at him. The mission began.
Once again the sentient love for music proved to clear a lot of obstacles that normally would stay firmly in place. To accomodate the band's tight schedule, the museum had cleared all permits and that very night the place was filled with entourage, camera's and.. ofcourse.. Lavik Dorso's newest protocol droid KH-74. After the first take Davik feigned a cramp in his hand and had pretended to think -in the spur of the moment- that smashing his the electric piano and dousing a microphone in champagne had been a good idea. Filming was then stopped and delayed for thirty minutes, upon which the bad boy of the Furry Fantastics shared a look with his protocol droid.
The game was afoot.
"Keh!" he called his droid over, "give me a cigarette." but a representative from the museum quickly interjected, "No, no, mister Dorso. You can't smoke inside the museum!" Davik pretended like that was a surprise to him and gave the poor man a truly offended look, "What do you expect me to do? Not smoke?" the tone alone made sure that wasn't an option at all. The museum rep hesitated for a moment, his lower lip quivering from stress. "The roof, but-" Davik couldn't believe his luck, that was exactly where he wanted to go, "but what," at this point he took the cigarette from his droid and made the signal for a light so he could start smoking inside anyway.
"-but I would have to escort you as it passes exposition from the Arandu Temple and," he turned his head slightly towards the chaos behind him, to which the rest of the band contributed by suddenly making a fuss about all kinds of things like lukewarm drinks, wet towels, air quality and acoustics. All issues the museum employees started looking at the representative for, for he was the highest in rank right now.. until the director, who was picking up his daughter to meet her hero, returned later that night.
"The droid knows the way, right Keh?" Davik clapped his hands and rose to his feet as if to say that it was decided, "Don't worry so much and try to enjoy the show, eh? Just wait until Mera starts bending over in the second quarter." There was a reason she was famous for performing Catharese Love-knots, after all.
Caragarr Elekobaak sees this new planet as utter garbage, not understanding any of the art. But then as he waltzed right into a building his rebuilt B2 Super Battle droid stopped him. "What is it now B2?" The droid slowly lowered his arm from in front of him, then pointed towards the HK droid. "HAHA! Look at that droid, guess not just killers like me and B2 are here, other killers are here, so B2 why don't you hang out with him" HK spoke "That droid is on a mission sir, he literally just got called a protocol droid." Caragarr said "Who would be so stupid to fall for that, anyways lets go talk with this "protocol" droid, I'm bored and want some conversation." He strides over towards @Eccles and @HK 24 "Hello, did I just hear one of the greatest killing machines get called a protocol droid, errm, I mean did my droid hear that. Because nobody is falling for it." He throws some credits at the droid. "Stop following humanoids around unless they are your friends, have some sapience dammit, you should know droids aren't humanoids playthings right? Anyways I just wanted some conversation, so how about lets just talk for a bit eh?"
Just as Lavik and KH-74 were about to depart for their smoke a lost member of Tatooine's Sand People showed up inside the museum and started talking in its native language. At first it seemed as if it was addressing the protocol droid, but that didn't make any sense now did it? Soon museum security showed up, looking just as confused as the band did watching the clearly unstable Tusken making strange sounds and arm gestures.
"Eh, sir? Why are you dressed like a Tusken Raider?" the chief of security asked once he arrived at the scene. Apparently he thought a local Gwe'nee citizen had gone crazy and thought he was one of the sand people known for rarely, if ever, leaving their sand dunes on the desert world of Tatooine. The Museum representative who was in charge until the director arrived looked a bit scared, though, for he, unlike the others, knew they had very culturally significant and valuable Tusken artefacts in storage waiting for the 'Tusken Exposition' next month.
At this point everyone was so distracted that Davik just left the room 'for his smoke' and made a signal to HK-47 to follow. No use sticking around when you had a priceless fresco to steal. He quickened his pace once they were out of sight and hurried up the stairs, following the map of the museum he had downloaded to his Personav.
There it was, the 'Arandu Temple Exposition'. It didn't take long for Davik to find the security panel, but as he opened it he realized it had a slightly more advanced than he had expected from a planet like Gwe'nee. "HK, scan the Fresco." he stared at the panel, not immediately seeing how to slice into it so he did the next best thing that his contact had given him and connected a security spike into it. The KnowOnes made dataplague that was now inserted would crack the panel given some time, giving them time to work ahead.
Looking at his personav again, Davik turned around "There's a restoration area nearby. If we can use that holograph tech on something of similar size we can probably fool the museum into thinking the Fresco is still there." Well, for as long as there's battery life in the holographic emitter. Thirty-two hours at most.
Security Spike will take 2 rounds of posting to crack the panel @Stormtrooper I've written what seems like the most IC sense to go along with your post. HK droids often did disguise themselves as protocol droids and a Tusken tribal chief randomly walking into a closed museum is gonna raise a fuss with security.
Brifly, HK-24 KH-74 yearned for his blaster. The sweet succour of violence, the ringing song of war the droid, had he possessed tear ducts, could have been moved to weep. But alas; the master had been clear, vaporisation was not within the parameters of this mission - even if there was a perfidious Tusken in their path. However, he was ever alert to the mission’s requirements, so KH-74 followed his instructions to the letter and proceeded after Lavik Dorso, up the stairs and to the target.
"HK, scan the Fresco."
A droid of my talents? Scanning paintings? The humiliation. he lamented, as he carried out his mundane task with a degree of enthusiasm one would expect from a world-class assassin droid being relegated to scan duty.
”I can confirm the item is genuine Master Lavik.” came the monotonous and deeply bored voice of KH-74. He’d almost hoped it wasn’t genuine, then this torturous lack of violence could be brought hastily to an end. Turning back to face the door which allowed entrance to the room they were in, KG-74 stared in silence and awaited his next command secretly praying to whatever god would listen that it would be a violent one.
Xol chuckled a bit as he watched the two began operating on what he had planned on doing himself earlier that evening. It seemed he was slower than usual, but that was okay, Xol could use these two blokes to get what he needed. His Amban Phase Pulse Blaster was back on Calypso II but his droid arm and dual DE-10s were all hidden underneath his trench coat. Of course, he dropped in from the top, using his ID-21 droid, Buddy, to disarm a few of the security cameras and protocols along the way to allow him to glide down to the roof of the building with his jetboots unnoticed.
He had finally gotten to the grand Arandu Temple panel unnoticed, except by the guitar artist and his droid of course. Buddy hovered over Xol's left shoulder as they both examined the two while they approached. What were these two doing, anyway? Were they breaking in? Or were they seriously lost and trying to find a way...in to the temple? Soon enough, Xol would know so he could deal with the two appropriately.
"Bo shuda, beesga an droida. Dobra Xol, Hatkocanh see Crymorah."Xol moved his right hand up and brushed his trench coat out of the way of his thigh so he could put his hand on the butt of his DE-10, which was now visible for the duo to see. "Doth jeejee puna puna du pin? Mo doth Jee puna puna du cay ka kee?" Xol liked the threat, right now these two seemed to be unarmed, which gave him the advantage if things went south from here.
Davik was on the move to the restoration area when he suddenly found a man blocking his way (@Charles). Davik's Huttese was imperfect to say the least, but he picked up some words as he recently did some work in close proximity to a Hutt ringleader. "Will of Crymorah?" he asked as he turned to look at HK-24, "I thought Zaa Fenn were still the leading family in the Crymorah," the smuggler was just a hired gun, ofcourse, but when a job came from the headquarters of the Zaa Fenn Crime Family, one expected not be find another Crymorah trying to compete. "Guess one of the other families is making a move against your master," he left it with an ominous silence.
Surely an assassin droid working directly for one of the Zaa Fenn ringleaders wouldn't take too lightly to other families trying to move in on their rackets.
Without making much more of a fuss, Davik walked passed the man from the other Crymorah family, leaving the droid to take care of him if he decided to try and stop him walking away from the fresco.
OOC: 2/2 - next round security is sliced
Impassively, with the characteristic nonchalance of a droid without moving face parts, the well-programmed assassination machine stared at the newcomer, as they garbled in Huttese. Briefly, the droid considered translating it into basic for the benefit of his erstwhile comrade, but decided it would be a waste of his considerable talents to debase himself any further - and so chose not to.
Of course, the suggestion that the Zaa Fenn and Cymorah were having some sort of dispute was one that filled his servos with soporific delight. What a joy it would be to extinguish the Cymorah off the map in service to his mistress should it be true that their ramshackle gang was making moves against her.
Please, maker, let it be true!
As Davik walked on to continue their mission, the droid planted himself firmly in the way of the newcomer, his hands twitching ever so slightly at the prospect of impending violence. ”Good evening, meat bag.” HK began, his steely monotone cutting through the air ”It would be most improper for you to attempt to interfere in this,” HK made air quotation marks as he said ”...routine inspection.”
"Maha Beesga, Dobra ZaaFenn. Tytung bla da kaee coo mamhayanh bu Woceuea doth bu Hatkocanh see Crymorah. Mee droida yoiit bai gee paupe uhobaw douuot bai canta baua."<King Fool, I am Zaa Fenn. All know that anyone who represents the Family is the Will of Crymorah. Your droid would have to have some screws loose to think otherwise.> Xol called to Davik with a chuckle. When He proceeded forward, however, the droid stepped in his way blocking his path.
"Yoieu kee baatu baatu, Calah Echuta. Dobra wata bai yauma- whao uba kankahuesa mee doth ZaaFenn bacaka mi, kuna kee tee nai kachu wa mea cay wa pohii woceuea kacdy, hatkocanh uba?" <Get out of my way, Scrap Shit. I'm here to assist- if you really are Zaa Fenn like me, you won't cause a ruckus with a fellow family member, will you?> The Tognath challenged, Buddy staring the opposing droid down from just behind his shoulder. He kept his hands on both of the handles of his DE-10s, ready to quick draw and knock the robot bugger off it's feet if it came down to it. Xol honestly didn't want a fire fight with a fellow Crymorah member, but this droid was getting on his nerves.
"Nobata dayan bai dokoi, Calah Echuta. Jeejee caiot joday pin, yoieu bu hotpaka woy, an hee winba kloonkee baueuapee." <No need to fight, Scrap Shit. We can work together, get the job done, and then butt heads elsewhere.>
Davik picked up some of the conversation happening behind him as he walked away and couldn't quite resist not to make a comment. "Make yourself useful then," he laughed, but stifled it quickly as he realized the consequences of failing and the fresco ending up under lock and key. "That ringleader will scrap all of us if we fail." When Kara Lok outsourced jobs like these, she wasn't just testing you, but she was probably also busy doing her usual stick of assassination planetary leaders, scamming the Sith Empire out of millions or kidnapping corporate executives right out of their secure penthouses in the Corporate Sector. Davik didn't want to find out what happens when someone that operated on that level had to punish a lowly smuggler like him for failing to do a simple museum theft.
Suddenly feeling the pressure and adrenaline kick in, the smuggler made his way to that restoration room just a little bit faster. Once there he found a large enough slab of thin stone and waited for HK-24, the newcomer or both to follow him in. "Help me get this to the Arandu Temple wing, we'll use it to replace the fresco with."
Meanwhile back with the Furry Fantastics the museum staff was still too distracted with the armed Tusken Chieftain to notice Davik's rather long absence. "Who knows Tusken?" the chief of security asked, first to his own men, then to other staff and even the band. Only after a long awkward moment did the museum representative tentatively raise his hand, "I-I do."
Approaching the Tusken (@Stormtrooper), he started motioning wildly and growling in a weirdly low pitch. The four men security looked on very confused. None of them knew the representative, also lead-archeologist for the Tusken Exposition next month, to be this well versed in their language.
After having the staff and security stop him in his tracks he almost reached for his Gaffi Stick, but refrained from doing so after hearing the Representative speak to him in his language. The Tusken thought quickly, knowing he could not get caught or it would obviously end the mission of thievery, he quickly made up a lie. He motioned crazily and spoke in his strange tongue. (I am only here to see this great museum's display, would you please let me through, I mean you no harm, and neither does my free thinking droid friend here, B2.)
The large metallic B2 Super Battle droid waved at the Representative in a friendly manner. Caragarr had hoped he would come up with a good lie, but it seemed to him that his made up story of why he is here wasn't such a great lie. The Tusken Raider and the Droid waited silently for a response.
The droid continued to stare at the Cymorrah operative. He was somewhat perplexed, after all, his owner, Mistress Lok, was a member of the Zaa Fenn Crime Family, and one of considerably greater importance than this ‘Xol’ who now stood before him. Deciding that the organic was clearly having some sort of episode, the Droid did as it normally did - and stared.
That was until the man spoke again.
Scrap-shit? the Droid had never heard such a phrase, and briefly wondered if it was even common parlance? No matter, though the assassination unit, as he considered dismantling the organic and reassembling him into an item of furniture.
Alas, Davik had different - and arguably less interesting - plans.
Following his instructions, the Droid assisted Davik with the task at hand, doing his uttermost to blend in as a servile droid, and not a well-programmed killing machine.