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[Nakoa Singh]

Bakura was a place far removed from most of the greater galaxy's troubles, too distant for the war, ISC politics, or really much else. The only outside thing that truly affected it in any way was trade, the endless march of capitalist endeavors. All for the best, really, since it had problems all to itself. Of course, Nakoa didn't care about most of that stuff. Bakura mattered less to him than what he'd heard was on it.

Dressed in local clothes mixed in with his own things, Nakoa stood out a little but not so much as to be trouble. Mostly he was ignored, merely another foreign tourist or trader not inhuman enough to trigger the local xenophobia. Worked fine for so far as he was concerned. Slipping through the door of a cheap dive bar in a seedier part of the planet's capital city, he looked around for the merc he was after.

Didn't take long. Matias stood out against the mostly Kurtzen patrons. Nakoa walked over to the table the other man found and sat directly across. "What's good here?" was the first question out of his mouth, thumbing vaguely toward the bar. Matias was meant to be some combination of guide and triggerman, hired for a job with the promise of crowns, so the Wrean figured he might know.

"You find the warehouse?" The second question was a continuation of their holonet conversation. A specific warehouse was their first clue toward payday, an abandoned one due for demolition in the next year that was used for smuggling and the like in the meantime.

@Orbit

 

[Matias Vale]

Matias sat at the table by himself and the reason was apparent, beside him saving a seat for someone else. Not only did bruises and marks cover his face but his clothes were dirtied too, scuff marks and other small damage splattered across them. There were enough credits in his account now that he could buy a whole closet if he wanted to but yet his still remained mainly empty except for the essentials. Old habits died hard, he guessed, as he was too accommodated to home-repair from his previous life instead of spending money for new shit.

While waiting for this new arrival, he simply stared down at his glass as he took a drag of his smoke, letting the hazy clouds escape from his mouth and form their own sort of walls around his head, offering him privacy from the others. His body hurt and the rush of nicotine was his first choice in supplement to counteract that pain.

The peace he had conjured himself would be shattered as a man sat across from him and asked what was good at the bar. Matias finally lifted his gaze to the man, both of their golden gazes clashing with an intensity that matched the sun. The only difference really between them was that his was fierier compared to his new arrival's cool amber.

When it came to the two questions, Matias answered the second one first by reaching into his jacket and pulling out a data shard. He placed it on the table before sliding it over to the Firerreo in one flick. The contents on it contained footage of the facility and its location of it on the map. There felt no need to explain as he would just discover that once he slotted it into his comm-pad.

As for the first question, Matias flicked his gaze over to the bar in thought for a moment before drawing back to Nakoa, answering nonchalantly and with a shrug, "Pineapple juice." It could have just been his personal preference.

 

[Nakoa Singh]

Nakoa wordlessly plucked up the data shard and inserted it into a bulky-looking 'pad that looked a lot like someone had taken a standard older model and modified the everloving hell out of it until it more resembled a metal book than a datapad. Letting the 'pad compile the shard's information, Nakoa looked at Matias and gave him a flat look. The other man was pretty damn banged up already, a condition Nakoa attributed to his answer. Who the hell just drank straight pineapple juice?

"HETAP," he called when the surly-looking bartender glanced their way. Everyone had HETAP. If anything could be said of HETAP, it's that it was one of the beers of all time. Pulling a brown-paper cigarra from somewhere, he lit it with a cheap, star-print plastic lighter. Then he turned back to his 'pad, swiping around to look at the gathered footage.

He idly clicked his tongue. "You have broken ribs under that jacket?" Nakoa asked, curious. Matias looked like he'd spent the last two weeks getting into fights. Which was just fine so long as he could keep doing that.

@Orbit

 

[Matias Vale]

As Nakoa ordered his own drink, Matias followed the Firrerreo's gaze to the bartender and simply just gave an upward nod. The man gave a downward in return, the order being the same every time, no matter the circumstances.

As his client swiped through the footage, Matias would stretch out both his arms across the spine of the booth and settle into it. He stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds as he tracked the fan that spun there before his eyes eventually closed. It was a window of rest that he greedily took without hesitation. After what happened at the club, his body practically screamed at him to rest but to usually no avail.

When he was asked if he had broken ribs, he gave a simple cock of his head without deviating from his spot, "You let me worry about that. If I'm here, I'm good." To be quite honest, it was most likely cracked ribs but he wouldn't be surprised if a few were broken. The last time he checked, the right half of his torso was purple from when he crashed into a mob of people and then into a dumpster. While that night was most likely the culprit, multiple weeks of bounties and jobs were taking their toll.

The bartender would eventually arrive with their drinks, the beer for Nakoa and what appeared to be a mix of pineapple juice and something else. It would show why the juice had been his answer, preferring a good mixer to whatever else he was having. "You just worry about the guards. There are four inside unaccounted for in the footage too." So far, it all seemed rather straightforward.

Matias wasn't the lead on this job, only the guide on how to get there. "So, what's the play?" All he understand so far was him being cover for whatever Nakoa wanted in that warehouse.

 

[Nakoa Singh]

Apparently giving the gun-for-hire's physical well-being no further mind, Nakoa uttered a simple, "Just so," and moved right along. When the drinks arrived he popped his beer's tab top open and gave the thoroughly mediocre but ice-cold beer a sip, enjoying the familiarity of the taste more than anything else. Whatever'd been added to Matias' drink didn't make the juice smell any better in the Wrean's opinion. He just didn't like pineapple juice.

"Need to reach the main office." Nakoa pulled a pair of tortoise-shell glasses from his jacket and flicked them open, placing them on his nose to get a better look at the datapad images' finer details. "Best to avoid the front door," he added with a tone that vaguely implied he regretted that fact. "Ladder." The Wrean turned the datapad around toward Matias and tapped the image. There was a deployable fire escape bolted to the warehouse's west side. No doors on that side, and the information suggested it wasn't patrolled with much vigilance as a result. The ladder led to the upper floors, at least once it was lowered. It was also the kind of thing that deployed very loudly.

"Need a distraction, hmm... Ah." Leaning forward slightly, another image of the front was brought up. Among other things, there was an especially fancy red-painted speeder parked in front of the warehouse. Probably the boss' ride. "That sure is nice. Shame if something were to happen to it." Nakoa grinned.

@Orbit

 

[Matias Vale]

Even though he gave off the appearance he was peacefully sitting there, the discomfort he felt from his side was maddening. When the drinks were placed down, Matias kept his eyes closed and still aimed at the ceiling, doing his best to compartmentalize the pain. Even though each payment he received was basically split for two, he swore he was going to save up enough to actually buy some protection for himself.

Matias listened to Nakoa's breakdown, only opening his golden gaze when he heard the tapping of a screen. Peeking where he indicated, a simple and short nod was given before he returned to his original position. Being the one that took the pictures, the compound was still fresh in his mind and he only needed a quick reminder.

But when it came to a distraction, that's when his full attention was earned as he sat up with a quiet grunt, his eyes immediately scanning the screen until he located the bike as well. "Like it no longer being in his ownership," murmured out suggestively, each part of the bike being scanned even through the tiny screen. If there was one weakness he had, it would be the allure to make each sexy bike personally his.

A half-smirk cracked across his lips for the first time before claiming his role, "I'll be your distraction. You'll recognize when it happens." That would be a way to put it. Matias would ensure the entire building emptied for the man. Picking up his glass, he raised it to his lips before just downing the entire thing completely. The ice-cold and spectacular mix helped wash away the pain for a brief moment as he stood up and the glass went back down on the table. "We should get moving. Boss won't stay there all night." In this city, it was always best to be on the move.