Ask Head in the Clouds

[Morgon]

Seeds of Influence

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The orders were simple. Take Bespin for the Sith while avoiding being noticed as a Sith. For most that would've been easy, but hiding the scars all over Morgon's body was difficult. So, he wore a love sleeve black button up shirt with black pants and boots to go with it. Now it was just his pale bald head engraved with similar Sith runes. A simple rebreather mask hid the bottom half of his face while a gray unmarked officer's had covered his head. If anyone asked, Morgon needed the breathing device or he would perish.

The Anzat waited patiently for his fellow Sith to meet him. There was one in particular that Morgon was interested in meeting- a fellow Nightbrother from Dathomir. Morgon didn't plan on speaking much, though he did want this endeavor to go without a hitch. Bespin would prove to be a vital planet for the Sith Order and Morgon wanted to prove he deserved his station as a Champion. The Inquisitorious only needed to know that Morgon was loyal to the Order, when in actuallity, his loyalty was only to Darth Raze. Tempest could kill herself for all Morgon cared, but these thoughts were held deeply and closely guarded in the Anzat's heart.

"Greetings brethren," Morgon greeted the new arrivals. "I hope you all left your memorabilia behind. We are mere business men today- Nothing else." It was a friendly reminder, but the other two Sith would clearly see the murderous and bloodthirsty look in Morgon's eyes. Failure would be rewarded with death. Whether it be delivered by Darth Tempest herself, or if Morgon ever decided that this mission was worth soloing. Perhaps these two would surprise him. Or perhaps not, mhm...

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[Drexus Brogroo]

Drexus would arrive to meet the other two Sith without his armor this time, but he had codename set for them to call him by to keep his identity as Draugr's son hidden. He was here to do his job, and progress in the Order. Surpassing his father while making a name for himself was all he cared about. The others wouldn't be a bother to him unless they failed miserably at their jobs, then matters will be taken into his own hands.

Preparing for this 'negotiation', Drexus had the codename Machka set up, as well as a bank account in the very name for the sake of the negotiations going their way. A legitimate and legal hold on this market would be ideal for the Sith and to keep the ties away it made the most sense. Of course, the situation will dictate the execution of the plan. His hari would be braided elegantly and his horns polished. The Nightbrother would be dressed in professional attire with a fine suit and dress shoes. Everything about Drexus, or Machka, was different for this mission. This was the first any Sith would see his face, and it was best they were kept out of the loop especially the one named Morgon.

"I only left my saber, if we need to take this place by force we'll need these," pulling out of his waist band would be two blaster pistols. An unlucky group had a run in with a masked figure before he came, and now this group of Sith would be able to take on the identities of bandits or pirates even. "Take these, I hope you two know how to use them. And we only use them when things go South." Drexus looked at the other two and then spoke a final time, "Understood?"

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[Vyktas Cabaal]

The man strode out of the Skyhopper and tugged the lapel of his jacket straight, eyeing the pair ahead that he had been assigned with as his brow already began to creep up in measured curiosity. Vyktas was used to being out of the comfort of his mask and armour when around the general populace, but it had been some time since he had done so around others of the Order. He had opted for a simple long black overcoat with a white tunic, deciding that he would adopt the persona of a businessman that was out to make a quick profit out of the chaos that was the Tibanna market currently. It also helped to conceal the holdout blaster holstered inside his right breast pocket.

"More than capable, but let us hope we have no need for them, mmm?" He took the offered blaster and tucked it into his left pocket this time, eyeing the crono at his wrist. His skillset had allowed him to spend some time within the local Cantina's and Bars recently, ensuring that each he frequented he remained fittingly discrete.

"I took the liberty of doing some research, and have come to a few options." He turned to regard the pair as he spoke, voice and eyes as hard as ever. "There is a minor criminal who has suddenly become a major player on world, a Rodian by the name of Dathos. Word is that he controls a few warehouses within the district and is stockpiling Tabanna, only selling to those who pay well beyond the odds or offer him service. He appears to control a supply that the others do not." He let the information hang a moment, allowing the pair to make their own assumptions on what could be done with that.

"There is another, a human by the name of Selam that apparently used to be one of Dathos' lieutenants. I say used to be, as from what I can tell they no longer run together. Someone like that could have information that would be useful." He nodded briefly, turning his gaze to the Anzat as he noticed the all-too-familiar thirst dance across his eyes. He would keep an eye on both of them, as his creed demanded. He would also keep his identity, beyond his name that they likely already knew, a closely guarded secret. You can never be too sure that any outing with Sith would not end with much fewer than had set off.

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[Morgon]

"Indubitably," Morgon bowed his head towards the Nightbrother after taking the blaster. The breathing apparatus gave his voice a bit more of a robotically sounding menace. His natural voice was just deep, guttural, and distorted already so using a voice scrambler would've had a more opposite effect. Vyktas seemed like he knew more than he was letting on- whether that was about the mission or something else entirely was up for debate. If the Sith Order was going to thrive once more, trust within it's ranks needed to be established.

"Find Selam," The Anzat gestured towards Vyktas. "And we find Dathos, yes? Lead the way." His blackened eyes lingered on the man, studying him like he would the cover of a book. The other Sith was the current outcast of the group in the Anzat's eyes. 'Machka' was a fellow Nightbrother, so naturally, Morgon would try to keep him alive first. But that was only if the Zabrak actually proved to be useful.

"We offer good business and if either decline the offer, we take over completely." Morgon hadn't ever known the feeling of having a slaves under his thumb. Perhaps that was what made Hutts so prideful- they were in charge of whether or not their subjects lived or died. That was a feeling Morgon would love to one day understand for himself.

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[Drexus Brogroo]

It seemed everyone knew the game plan going in. For tonight, they weren't Sith. Vyktas came in clutch with the information he had about Dathos and Selam. Something very useful to know going in, then Morgon was insistent on staying together with, who he knew as, Machka. It was a fine idea, though the group would have had to split anyway considering the mission at hand.

"I'm fine with this idea," Drexus turned to face Vyktas, "Make it quick and regroup. If he gives you trouble turn back and regroup, we can't risk the mission's failure upon the exposure of our identities." The Zabrak turned to the Anzat with him and nodded towards the direction they would be inevitably going, "Let's head out."

There needed to be a plan, and with the disguise Morgon chosen, Drexus had to come up with a plausible look. Quickly grabbing a set of sunglasses from a table of drunks he'd place them on and keep walking, knowing they were too focused on drinking to pay attention. "Tonight I'm your security, we have to look the part. Choose your words carefully, we gotta do this right.. for the Order." Looking to Morgon he'd make sure he understood this whole thing relied on what he said.

@Charles @Pendleton