The streets and skyways of Corellia hummed with activity as commuters hurried their way home, to dinner, or to evening shift positions. Glittering lines of airspeeders filled the dimming evening sky like a golden lattice of blinking lights. Darius was not here to sightsee or be a tourist. No, like millions of people he was here on Corellia for business. Unlike millions of people he was here on Syndicate business. Technically speaking, that is. This little plan of his was the beginnings of a pet project, and if played right could land himself and higher ups in the Zaa Fenn quite a bit of cash.
One particular Corellian was headed home soon - a Kel Dor. Darius wanted words with this particular Kel Dor, and to secure that he'd invited a bounty hunter droid along on this little trip to the planet that tried to be Coruscant yet somehow failed in every way. It had taken a tremendous amount of work to find a suitable...candidate. He wanted a target that worked in a certain field, a target that had a weakness they could exploit. This one had a gambling problem, it turned out. A few holocalls were made, a friend of a friend who knew someone looked into it and wouldn't you know it? The poor sod was in debt to one of those backroom place. Darius had gone through a list of employees of the target corporation - Blackwell Automata - weeding out those who were either too low on the ladder to have access to anything other than the water cooler, those too well compensated, or those that, judging by their social media presence, were all around corporate dickwads that wouldn't cooperate without the application of torture.
So here they sat in a landspeeder parked around behind the Kel Dor's condo unit. Darius was in the guise of a Duros he'd encountered a few times at some bar - one of the regulars. Nowhere on this planet. He tapped for a few seconds on the screen of his datapad, running the remote port scanner functionality built in. This guy had a guest holonet connection set up, one that wasn't password protected. He shook his head - what an idiot. Very shortly he would be able to invade the entirety of the home network, see if the condo had an alarm system and, if so, disable it from the comfort of the speeder.
While that program was running, he turned his pale purple, red-eyed head to look at IG-55. "This isn't strictly a bounty, but you'll be paid regardless," he explained. "What we're really doing is an interrogation. I want you for muscle, intimidation, and physically controlling him if needed. The target's name is Dbo Karath, and he's indebted to Harkiss Taran, a local...crime...figure. You and I are going to play the part of his enforcers. I highly doubt this guy will have the credits to satisfy his debt, so we'll be asking a lot of very detailed questions about everything he does at Blackwell." And by a lot, Darius expected to be there all weekend, which was why he decided to get this going at the end of the work week rather than in the middle of it. They would have plenty of time to make sure everything was ready to go for the heist. To be entirely fair, it was hardly a heist. Darius didn't have anything quite so elaborate planned. "It's important that you get as much of his speech as you can on recording. After we get what we need from him, I'll let you know when to terminate him. I don't want any loose ends suddenly developing a strong sense of corporate loyalty. And I'll need you as a getaway driver in a few days. Any questions?"
@Charles
One particular Corellian was headed home soon - a Kel Dor. Darius wanted words with this particular Kel Dor, and to secure that he'd invited a bounty hunter droid along on this little trip to the planet that tried to be Coruscant yet somehow failed in every way. It had taken a tremendous amount of work to find a suitable...candidate. He wanted a target that worked in a certain field, a target that had a weakness they could exploit. This one had a gambling problem, it turned out. A few holocalls were made, a friend of a friend who knew someone looked into it and wouldn't you know it? The poor sod was in debt to one of those backroom place. Darius had gone through a list of employees of the target corporation - Blackwell Automata - weeding out those who were either too low on the ladder to have access to anything other than the water cooler, those too well compensated, or those that, judging by their social media presence, were all around corporate dickwads that wouldn't cooperate without the application of torture.
So here they sat in a landspeeder parked around behind the Kel Dor's condo unit. Darius was in the guise of a Duros he'd encountered a few times at some bar - one of the regulars. Nowhere on this planet. He tapped for a few seconds on the screen of his datapad, running the remote port scanner functionality built in. This guy had a guest holonet connection set up, one that wasn't password protected. He shook his head - what an idiot. Very shortly he would be able to invade the entirety of the home network, see if the condo had an alarm system and, if so, disable it from the comfort of the speeder.
While that program was running, he turned his pale purple, red-eyed head to look at IG-55. "This isn't strictly a bounty, but you'll be paid regardless," he explained. "What we're really doing is an interrogation. I want you for muscle, intimidation, and physically controlling him if needed. The target's name is Dbo Karath, and he's indebted to Harkiss Taran, a local...crime...figure. You and I are going to play the part of his enforcers. I highly doubt this guy will have the credits to satisfy his debt, so we'll be asking a lot of very detailed questions about everything he does at Blackwell." And by a lot, Darius expected to be there all weekend, which was why he decided to get this going at the end of the work week rather than in the middle of it. They would have plenty of time to make sure everything was ready to go for the heist. To be entirely fair, it was hardly a heist. Darius didn't have anything quite so elaborate planned. "It's important that you get as much of his speech as you can on recording. After we get what we need from him, I'll let you know when to terminate him. I don't want any loose ends suddenly developing a strong sense of corporate loyalty. And I'll need you as a getaway driver in a few days. Any questions?"
@Charles