Bad Rep (Ols, all others ask :D)

[Solus]

Tourniquet sat in the hangar, head leaning against the docking foot of the small craft. It was chilly that time of year in Coruscant, which was why he was leaning on the docking foot - it was still warm from their trip. He was waiting for his partner in this mission to show up - they'd come separately to help hide their correlation. After all, this was a stealth mission. Kinda. At any rate, it wasn't advisable to be caught on any security cameras when the whole thing went down.

They were here for one specific purpose, and when that was done, they would leave.

Tourniquet took a sip of his caf, holding it with his tentacle arm to keep from burning himself.

Tch. He hated covert missions like this. Masquerading as Jedi?

That stank. Seriously.

That meant he couldn't use his tentacle arm - that would be too distinctive. He'd have to keep it under his clothes. But, whatever.

He knew this move would help later on, helping take away support from the Jedi would be nifty. But alas.

Not that they would be dressed as Jedi - a mad Jedi didn't kill things dressed exactly like what he was. But they had to pass for Jedi. That still meant annoyance.

Where is that guy?

 

[Ols]

Dark brown robes would suffice as his disguise. Not that he would have said he really needed one. Nescius was a master assassin. If he was a gambling man (and sometimes he was, so he's in a good position to let you know) he would bet that, other than perhaps one other, he was the best out and out assassin in the galaxy. Then again, with some of the crap out there, it was no huge achievement. He had not been on world that long, arriving the night before, then not in his Jedi disguise but instead masquerading as a typical scoundrel of the spaceport. Truth be told it had not been a bad night, he'd scouted the area he needed to, and met a very nice girl in one of the bars. Well, she seemed very nice, but if she treated every guy like she'd treated him then maybe she should invest in an "Approach with caution" sign. Not that he was worried about such things, or unwanted surprises. For Nescius, the force was all the protection and contraception he needed.

He walked over to the hanger door and fluttered a finger, causing it to open before it could even register who was entering, and whether they were authorised to be there. He was sure, as he passed from the corridor to the room to flutter his free hand once more (his other was occupied with a cigarette) to wash anything that might portray him other than a shadowy Jedi from the security cameras that covered every inch of the free capital of the free republic of free people. He approached his dark Jedi compatriot slowly, drawing deeply from the white stick between his fingers, and exhaling loudly enough for him to be heard, should the other not have felt his approach. Nescius, of course, had shadowed his prescence to seem like any old Jedi from across the stars, should any of the Coruscanti Jedi faithful become suspicious, but in the short walk from his 'borrowed' shuttle to this hangar, he had encountered no such issues. He stopped next to the other dark Jedi and extended his free hand, in which now rested a small white box.

"Cigarette?" he asked, politely.

 

[Solus]

Tourniquet grinned. This looked like his kind of Dark Jedi.

"If it's the strong stuff, I certainly don't mind if I do." He said, rising to his feet. He grabbed his caf cup in one hand as he buried his tentacle arm in his casual, thick clothing. He wanted pretty much to embody the stereotyped-Coruscant-dude look. Something that would pretty much fit in with everything.

With his other hand, he deftly removed a cigarra, though he suddenly came across the annoying situation in which both of his real hands were taking up. Now that he'd fully gone into "undercover mode," he didn't want to get into the habit of getting out his tentacle arm whenever he needed a third hand. Annoyed, he put down his cup of caf to get out his lighter. After lighting up and lifting his paper cup again, he breathed out a puff of smoke.

"Nice brand."

He looked around a bit before casually walking towards the door, throwing away his paper cup in the process. Store-bought caf just wasn't as good and the price was too high to have purchased very much of it at once.

"What'd'ja find?" He asked, nice and cryptically.

 

[Ols]

"Lots of buildings," Nescius replied, equally bland in actual meaning, "high buildings, with big windows and flat roofs. Buildings good for, say, base jumping. You know, jumping down towards things you want to land near. Or on."

He paused to take another deep draw, "And I wouldn't worry about finding anyone. Popular people are easy to spot."

As he spoke, he shed the brown robe. He had to keep up with the pretence that they were Jedi trying not to be recognised as Jedi and thought to be assassins. Under the brown robe he had on a dark outfit that would look at home on any member of the Coruscanti luxury criminals, particularly the Bounty Hunters. Nescius just had to take it as good fortune that it was relatively comfortable and dextrous without ripping (he hoped). And to complete the facade, aside from the few other weapons (the standard pistols, knives and darts, and a few other less than savoury pieces of kit) a silver cylinder. Of course, it was a lightsaber, but not Nescius' own, that was stored in his own ship, back in the temple. No it was one acquired by a quick build on the hyperspace journey to Coruscant, from a series of parts and crystals from Coruscant and Ossus. If he got captured, he did not want to have to try and explain his red blade. Not that he would get captured.

"I'm sure lots of interesting people will be about the upper promenades tonight. A wealthy criminal like myself can afford to eat and drink up there, shall we?"

 

[Solus]

"Isn't that nice," He replied, though his voice more resembled a snake's hiss than anything resembling what he was saying. Like his accomplice, his armament was not very Jedi-y. Mostly his only weapon was his slugthrower and his knife - both had served him well for a long time. His lightsaber, however, was hidden under his jacket. Unlike his accomplice, though, it was his very own lightsaber. He'd never bothered to upgrade it since when he'd taken it from the body of a Jedi some years ago so he didn't have to worry about its blade being red. He never used the thing - why make another one? At least this one was an authentic Jedi lightsaber. That helped things.

"A little bit of the...high life...eh? I could do with a bit of that," he said, slowly blowing out another puff of smoke.

 

[Ols]

"I'm sure they'll be some friends for us to play with up there. And it's not like the Coruscanti aren't used to some more unsavoury looking characters wandering about the upper cities. From what I've seen and heard, Coruscant attracts a richer criminal who's prepared to go for the life of the upper cities here. They just tend to have the unwritten rule that they do business away from the fancy places. Not that anything like unwritten rules bothers us?" He smirked taking a final drag on his cigarette and flicking the butt through the door that had opened to accommodate their exit.

He strode through into the corridor, not forgetting again to wipe the cameras of his facial features and specific identity. Again, he was just a spacer wandering down a corridor, with a boring face, carrying nothing of interest. Or at least that was what anybody monitoring the cameras would believe. He would guess they would not even notice his armaments. They walked along the hanger corridors to the city exit, the life of which could exit at any level. They entered and Nescius selected one of the higher exits.

"Any particular kind of food you want? I know some senators and celebrities like to eat on 23rd street over towards 500 Republica. I'm sure we'll find a friend there."

 

[Solus]

Tourniquet shrugged, then grinned. "Whatever's good with you. Besides, I'm sure they'll have whatever I'm looking for up there."

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"Nice place," Tourniquet said, looking around the fancy restaurant as they were seated - strategically. It seemed that the owners wanted the two of them in some nice dark far corner - at first. "The waitresses aren't too bad, either."

Ah. He allowed himself to feel comfortable in a place like this - before he joined the Dark Jedi, every once in a while he would eat at a place like this. Allowed him to relax. He also enjoyed the feel of the foreign-sounding entrees' names in his mouth. They were fun to pronounce - correctly, he might add.

When the waitress came to the table, he immediately said, "Whatever I'm having comes with red L'lahsh." He made sure to put that in before she even said anything to make sure that it was the first thing retrieved. In addition to being a drink he hadn't had in ages, it might help incriminate an Alderaanian Jedi. Lovely.

Meanwhile, he took a quick glance back down at the menu. "At the moment I don't want anything else. I'll get back to you if I do, though, love."

 

[Ols]

"A goldslick alibi," he said, simply, to the waitress. Not exactly his drink of choice, but that was not important. He wanted a memorable drink. The way he smirked at the waitress as she nodded, he wanted her to remember him. Well, he wanted her to remember the character he was playing. With the emotion he exuded in the force, his face may as well have been a blank space for all she would remember. She would be able to remember the person sitting there, the person Nescius was masquerading as, with ease. She brought the pair their drinks a moment later and Nescius was sure, as her eyes followed his hand to his pocket as he reached to find a credit chip to tip her, that his fingers brushed past his lightsaber. With the expression on her face, she certainly clocked the weapon. As he handed her the chip, she bustled off with a short thanks and a muttering of if they wanted anything else to give her a shout. Well they certainly wanted their prey to rear its ugly head, but somehow he doubted the waitress could bring it to their table.

Once gone he settled back into his chair and sipped the drink. He felt the golden flakes dig into his throat and the alcohol flood his blood. Nescius was hardly one not to be able to hold his drink, even without the force, but he wanted to make sure he was just the right amount of drunk. Enough so that the analysts on tomorrow's news would be commenting on the dangers of alcohol when mixed with the force, but not enough so there would be a report on Jedi binge drinkers. Controlling himself didn't even come into it. He did not have to consciously worry about that. He sipped the drink again. The barman here was certainly good, perhaps good enough to warrant the amount of credits the damn drink cost. He took his cigarettes from his pocked again and, after offering his companion, lit up once more. He did not have to ask for an ashtray, there was one sitting on the table. He flicked some ash into it.

"We may have a little wait on our hands," he said to Tourniquet, keen to make some kind of conversation, they wanted to attract the right sort of the wrong attention, and to do that they needed to talk normally. Suffice to say, he did not ask if he knew how to play 'I spy...'

 

[Solus]

Delicious.

Yes, this was very good l'lahsh. That made the next part considerably easier. It's much more difficult to get smashed when the drink doesn't go down very well. Well, he didn't need to be too drunk, just drunk enough to matter. The rest of it he could fake. Alcohol on the breath certainly helped. Especially when he planned to eventually get a little up close and personal with a few citizens.

"Don't mind if I do," Tourniquet said in response to the offer of a cigarra. At the next comment, Tourniquet just shrugged. "More time to possibly become fairly intoxicated," he said with a grin, downing another sip of the l'lahsh.

 

[FaMiLy]

OOC: Ols said to join, Solus if you want me to delete this since I didn't ask for your approval, please say so.

The senator Raiden KasMelan was in the same easy going place as the other two. He sat almost close enough to speak to. He was surrounded with a few others and a couple of guards. Nothing to serious or to heavy, his body was wrapped with a luxurious robing, a ring, and nothing more. He was a Zabrak, green was his color, and his eyes shown yellow.

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"Yes yes." I was laughing at the men that were around my table. "I heard all about that story!" The conversation held for a few moments it was the story of an unfortante trader. A tale more like it, the men around me were old friends. Nobody in the senate, the guards were obviously my lowly paid protection. I didn't approve of the pay rate. My assistant handled that, whom was sitting by me. His name was Joi, he was a Zabrak just like me.

"Excuse me," I glared to the waitress nearby, "Can you get me and my friends here some Juice? You know.." I nodded to the lady, she seemed to understand and trailed off to the counters.

"Oi Raiden! You are a good man!" Most of the men around the table said. I waited for the waitress to come back.

 

[Solus]

((No problem, Family. :) ))

Tourniquet downed one more drink of the l'lahsh, the last bit in the glass. Preparation. Preparation was always...very good.

His hands clenched in anticipation, waiting for the perfect moment. He watched as the waitress walked past him, carrying the tray of drinks...his moment had come.

The waitress gently placed each of the Iridonian's entourage's drinks in front of their respective owners, not noticing Tourniquet get up, making sure he was nice and tipsy, and clumsily make his way towards her.

Iridonians, I hear, have some sense of decency. And maybe, just maybe, this'll be the spark to start the fire a burnin'.

Speaking of burning...

"Hey, baby..." he said, slightly slurred, with a wide grin, grabbing her around the waist. "You don't wanna being hangin' around here. They ain't got nothin. Now me? I bot more power in my little finger than all these little people. Heheh...how about gettin' with a real man?" He said, trying to kiss her.

Man, that's a dumb line.

She obviously had had some experience with problems like this, and made a pretty good fight, but, of course, I'd used some of my powers to dull her reactions so I didn't get as hurt as I would normally.

"Get off me," she growled at me. She looked back over her shoulder as if to silently ask for help from one of the bodyguards surrounding the Senator.

He trusted Nescius would make sure few others noticed besides them.

Ha, so it begins!

 

[Ols]

Nescius did not need telling twice. A master assassin, as Tourniquet downed the dregs of his drink and made for the waitress, had only to excuse himself towards the toilets. And as he approached the shadowy corridor where they were, he opened the door and vanished. Not that anybody was watching the toilet door, and even if they were it would only look as if he had gone in.

Concentrating in the force on the camouflage that now encased his body, better than any bulky stealth field generator you could be from a shop, he doubled back away from the door, almost invisible to the naked eye, picking his path through the restaurant, keeping to the areas where the light favoured a camoflaged person, staying right out of the way of bustling waiters and patrons as he made his way, the long way, around the back of the restaurant.

He arrived, a few meters behind the senators table, standing in the shadows, maintaining his camouflage, in time to see Tourniquet grab the waitress' hind quarters. He couldn't blame him, even through clothes, it looked like she had a bit of back off going on. Perhaps he wasn't as great with alcohol as he thought. No matter, it definitely would not matter now. Standing, poised in the shadows, he carefully detached the built Jedi lightsaber from his belt and focused on his camouflage, waiting for the reaction to Tourniquet's advance.

 

[FaMiLy]

I turned to notice the man grabbing onto the waitress. She looked back at me despresately although I knew she was used to people grabbing her, I figured that this man this time was differently for her. I motioned one of my bodyguards to help her, there was plenty to spare.

Then I continued to talk, I didn't want to ruin the night for my friends.

(OOC: Sorry for short post, been very busy. ): Don't want to keep trailing though, sorry.)

 

[Solus]

((No prob. ;) ))

Tourniquet let the bodyguard start to pull him away from the girl, before he pushed him away with the Force. Not enough to send him flying, but enough to make him unsteady on his feet and let go.

"Hey, you got a problem?" he slurred before stumbling over to the Senator's table. "You got a habit of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, do ya? I'll show ya," he said, before wobbling a bit and falling on the table theatrically.

 

[FaMiLy]

I hadn't realized if the drunk was either talking to me or my bodyguard. I jumped from the table to stand to my feet once the drunken man fell onto the table. I realized he was a force user, I sensed it. I too used to be a shade knight. I turned to my peers. "Let's not mind this man and move on." I didn't respond to his answer.

I turned around and motioned myself and my others to another table. The guards surrounded me, but I knew if this man got upset. The guards and myself could possibly be in a lot of trouble.

(Are we going by order? Solus, Ols, Then me? If so I sortive messed that up, let me know.)

 

[Ols]

((I would have thought we were going to go by that order. Obviously you have messed that up, and missed out my character's reaction. No matter, new order is Family, me then Solus. Don't **** it up this time, kay?))

In the commotion as Tourniquet fell forwards onto the table and the Iridonian senator stood up, motioning for his guards to do likewise. And that was the moment Nescius had been waiting, his moment to strike. When KasMelan was momentarily separated from his guards. It was not a big window of opportunity, but Nescius was brilliant at his job, fortunately. He let his camoflage fall away and he materialised as if from thin air, standing mere meters behind KasMelan, on the other side from the table and his body guards. And he then thought about the force aura he allowed to resinate from his person, one as good, yet misguided as he could portray. Like a Jedi who had strayed and was about to do something very, very stupid. He flicked the button on the lightsaber in his hand and a clean blue blade burst forth as Nescius himself leaned forwards. In one fluid motion he drove his body forwards, the blade extended, to stab the senator in the back, a stab that would go clean through his chest without him seeing his killer until it was far too late. As he struck, now right behind his victim, he said, loudly enough for the patrons and the bodyguards to hear, but in a cold, clear voice, into his victom's very ear:

"The Jedi do not allow traitors to their cause to live, Senator."

 

[Solus]

Having fallen on the table, apparently unconscious, at first Tourniquet didn't move much, but when he felt his partner move into action, his eyes popped open and he looked up with a knowing grin. He tried to put a bit of sadness in it to seem Jedi-ish, but he didn't know if he pulled it off. He leapt on the table and drew out his lightsaber - clumsy as it was - a nice blue one, and flipped it on, extending it towards the senator, daring him to move until the deed was done. At the same time, just for good measure, and to help keep them from getting killed, he pushed all the bodyguards away with the Force - this time enough to send them a few feet away.

 

[FaMiLy]

(I asked nicely and also Ols if you read there are still guards with me. =l)

One of the guards moved into the way before the unknown Jedi could strike me. I ran, I noticed though the other so called drunken one trying to make his way to me. I heard the words of the one that was behind me and I really didn't know what I could say. I wasn't a Jedi for too long, I was something more. I took my time and managed to swing around a doorway and made myself to the exit. Most of my guards must of been up by now a war between the two saber-wielding men and my own personal guards were about to burst.

My guest all ran as the chaos spread. My personal assistant came to meet me, I didn't spare a moment. I ran to both my assistant and I's nearby transportation. Making sure I was secure from letting the two assassins kill me. I drove the vehicle fast and unbuckled meanwhile my assistant was calling the law enforcements and he buckled up. I wasn't going to get murdered, there was no cause on how this could happen.

In a flash my vehicle stopped immediately and I was sent through the windshield. Maybe the two assassins could spare my life. Yet I wondered my mind and should've realized that the force was telling me that this crash was going to happen. I stayed motionless. I knew my assistant made the call though, that left me with little hope.

 

[Ols]

((You asked nicely AFTER breaking the order.))

The bodyguard miraculously turned, saw the striking assailant and moved, with reflexes faster than any Jedi, between Nescius and the senator. If he wasn't now impaled upon Nescius' blade, he would certainly have earned his bonus this month. Nescius commended his bravery as he withdrew his blade and raced after the fleeing senator, leaping over his numerous guards and hot on his heels, striking down at the guard he leapt over in the hope he would at least take him out of the picture before continuing after his quarry. His leg muscles working hard, sprinting at full speed, faster than the senator could have run in his robe, Nescius was gaining on him.

Until the senator jumped into a vehicle, and sped upwards. His transport was in a car park, there were plenty of small vehicles. Without waiting to see if Tourniquet was in tow, knowing he was either killing lots of bodyguards and senators friends, or would be along with transport of his own shortly, Nescius jumped on a small, fast bike and hit the accelerator, flying after his cowardly prey. But then, something odd happened. The senator's speeder crashed, hard and the Iridonian was thrown from his seat onto the walkway ahead. Nescius steered his bike forwards and landed next to the downed senator.

"Answer for your actions, Senator, you have betrayed the Jedi in the Senate," Nescius said, coldly to the unmoving man on the floor before him.

 

[Solus]

Blast.

There was no way he could have done that!

Tourniquet snarled as the Senator made the impossible move to get away before pushing the bodyguards away again - he was no good with a lightsaber and if he drew out his slugthrower that might seem quite a bit fishy, so he had to deal with them this way.

He glanced over his shoulder to see the Senator and Nescius took off, before doing so himself, putting away his lightsaber in the process. He wasn't the fastest Dark Jedi around, but he still managed to halfway keep up, following his partner, knocking down tables to block the way of his pursuers - they didn't dare use their guns in such a crowded area as the restaurant.

Look at all the people! There's bound to be an awesome story on the news tomorrow. Haha. Lovely.

I followed Nescius outside as he spotted the crash of the senator's speeder, getting there not too long after he did, though I turned around to guard against pursuers while Nescius did the dirty work. Fortunately, the street was also fairly crowded, so he didn't have to worry too badly about the bodyguards' guns going off.