[HUTT BOUNTY] An Offer You Can't Refuse

[Bleed Me A River]

Being a frequent patron of the cantinas on Nar Shadaa had its perks. The latest gossip, chances to drink fools under the table and steal their stuff, all kinds of things. Being a part of the Cartel only expanded those horizons. He was told from a little fly on the wall that another frequent visitor to these cantinas was a smuggler that was able to get past Imperial borders with relative ease. The Cartel would want this asset for their own profit. After a few days of watching from afar, Adam decided he was going to need some persuasive reinforcement. A togrutan woman by the name of Chitsah had proven herself a reliable asset and her access to various toxins and poisons opened several options up for this to go over well. He invited her to Nar Shadaa to discuss their course of action. He waited for the woman with a gift sat between his feet for his new friend. He leaned against the table, casually sipping his flask of exotic alcohol. Today was a mixture of locally brewed rum, strengthened by Wookiee-wango. It was potent, and his buzz was a good one, but by no means was he impaired.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

She was dressed more appropriately for a night on the town than for collecting a bounty. She was very comfortable in her scarlet skin, and so loved to flaunt it whenever she got the chance. That was to say, she did it all the time. And women who dared to wear white on Nar Shaddaa always stood out from the grime-blackened backdrop of the buildings and the city's grime-blackened citizens. And few could wear white as well as a Togruta. The snowy crop top she wore only had one sleeve on right arm, which ran right to her wrist. The entirety of her left shoulder and arm were bared for appreciation, as was her midriff from the bottom of her bust down. Her favorite black, low-rise leather pants allowed her to flaunt her flawless hip bones, and had just the right amount of cling in just the right spots. But the beauty was far from harmless, even if she appeared unarmed. Down inside the tall, loose-fitting legs of her leather boots, her poisoned daggers were sheathed, and the black satin clutch in her left hand held more than just a wallet and some lipstick. Someone who dared to pay attention to more than just the miles of bare red skin would notice that there were firm, strong muscles underneath, ready to strike with the lightning speed of a viper.

"Well hello again, handsome," Chitsah hissed through her fanged smile. Her fingers traced the length of the man's stubbled jaw as she passed him. "Just couldn't stay away, could you Tyler?" She took the seat across from him, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. The air in the bar was sour with the dirt and body odors of a dozen different species, coupled with the stink of stale liquor. She had yet to figure it out, but for some reason, being in the same airspace as the handsome devil across from her just made her feel more alive, as if her skin were charged and ready to be electrified by the softest caress.

She opened her eyes again, fixing her dapper partner with her virulent green gaze. "So, how are you?"

 

[Bleed Me A River]

Adam looked up at the Togruta, as she caressed his jaw with a grin. He, too, was not seemingly dressed in what one would think a man looking for a bounty would dress in. He wore a jacket over his black long sleeve shirt, that fit over his form almost flawlessly. The man was built from training in various hand to hand combat styles. As well as his workout regiment which consists of toning exercises, making his muscles more defined, not necessarily larger. He was no hulking mass of muscle. He was built exactly the way he felt he should be. Before she sat down, Adam had looked her up in down, with obvious attraction to her. His favorite skin color was red. 'Red-skinned Zeltron's are the craziest' he remembered telling a tourist who asked his advice who to go after. Chitsah reminded him of how crazy Zeltron women used to be. He liked that about her. He enjoyed her skin almost as much as she did, seemingly, as he scanned every inch from behind his aviator glasses. "Like any addict to any drug, everyone comes back eventually, my dear." he said in a suave tone. "I'm sorry, this is hardly the place I'd choose for a date, but I would find meeting you on Zeltros a little more time consuming than a few blocks from my home." he joked, and added, "I'm fine. Can't say I'm doing bad, or good. And yourself? Steal any hearts lately?"

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

"Mmhmhm, you know just the words to make a girl melt," Chitsah chuckled, biting her lower lip coquettishly. "As for me, can't complain. And yes, I have been. Still breaking a new heart every other day. Broke a few hands just on my way over here." She laughed, as if it was no big deal to her at all. Truth be told, it wasn't. She didn't fear men.

Her eyes reluctantly left Tyler's well-chiseled face and her gaze swept around the bar, looking for their target. It didn't look like he was here yet, but Tyler's message suggested he was certain he'd be in this location again. For now though, she allowed herself to have a little fun. "Since you got started without me, I'm going to need something strong to catch up," she said, before flagging down a server. "Get me a double shot of whiskey, lad?" she said, giving him a smile and a wink that sent him stammering and rushing off to fetch her order. "See? Being a thief of hearts is just too easy. I hope you don't blame me."

 

[Bleed Me A River]

He grinned at her sheepishly and laughed coyly at her comment and what she did to get herself a drink. He shook his head and replied, "I have nothing against you. I've been told I'm a bit of a ladykiller myself." he said with a wolfish grin. He leaned forward onto his hand and lifted the other in the air, snapping twice. A few moments later a waitress appeared. "Yes, Tyler, how may I help you?" she said, with the usual fake, cheery waitress voice. The really high-pitched kind that you know is fake but ignore just to get your order down. "Yeah, can you bring me a plate of Fodu with the green fire sauce on the side?"

"Certainly." she said, jotting down the order. "Aaaand, how about you ma'am?" she says, extending a look of suppressed jealousy. Adam had noticed and struggled to stifle laughter, hiding his laugh in his flask.

 

[Neo Shark]

"Please please, do not let its outward appearance fool you. Despite its shabby appearance, the Rusty Blade is one of my favorite cantinas. I do a lot of business here, and am fairly well know among the patrons. You will like it, I am positive." The Garn named Khorrus walked into the cantina, gently pushing a human in front of him. Both the Garn and the human wore the typical uniform for smugglers. Loose fitting pants with lots of pockets, and a jacket that looked sturdy enough to take a few hits. "Look! My favorite booth is available, I've done a lot of business in that booth. Come come." Stepping around his associate, Khorrus lead the way to the booth he mentioned. The booth was located against the wall opposite the main entrance, and close to a door. Khorrus knew the door led to a rear exit, he had even used it a few times before. As the two walked across the cantina, the Garn's eyes surveyed the room with practiced ease.

His eyes slid around the room, seeing familiar and unfamiliar faces, with only one thing of note. A female Togruta was attempting to make some extra credits by selling herself. He could be mistaken, but her eye catching style of clothing, led him to believe otherwise. Not wanting to stare and be thought rude, his eyes continued their path around the room, failing to note anything other than her clothing. Her companion barely even registered in his mind, and was soon forgotten all together. Before reaching the booth, Khorrus made sure to catch the bartenders eye, and made a familiar gesture. The bartender grinned slyly in response, and began preparing two drinks. Sitting across from one another, Khorrus grinned confidently at his possible business partner. "So, what can this humble Garn do for you?" As Khorrus finished speaking, the bartender appeared with two drinks, as if it had been choreographed. Placing a drink in front of each person, he left them with a grin. "Ah, my favorite beverage from this fine establishment. Please enjoy, and you may call me Khor."

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

"The nerf sliders for me, with boontaspiced mustard," Chitsah answered, hardly paying the waitress any mind. Her jealousy was cute though. As she turned and stalked off, a human and a gran. She caught the gran looking at her, making the briefest eye contact with him as he passed. He didn't seem to be keeping his voice down at all about his 'business'. She watched the silent exchange between the Garn and the bartender, and listened attentively to the boisterous exchange and introduction. "That's our man. That's Khorrus," she said in a low whisper. "We should wait until he's wrapped up business with that human."

She leaned across the table and kept her voice low. "So, here's my idea. After the human leaves, we start arguing. Get rough, get angry. Make it convincing and storm out the front, then circle around to that back exit there. I'll try to lure him out with the damsel in distress card, and we can ambush him there. We're both bigger than he is, so roughing him up shouldn't be too much of a challenge. Just make sure to be quick, in case he tries to make a run for it."

The server returned with Chitsah's firewhiskey. She knocked back most of the liquor, leaving a small amount in bottom of the shot glass and setting it off to the side for later. The burning of the whiskey in her throat subsided into a pleasant warmth spreading through her chest to her face and to her fingers. As she leaned back in her seat, her foot knocked against something under the table. A look of curiosity and mild surprise appeared on her face as she peaked at the floor. "What's that?"

 

[Bleed Me A River]

Adam had noticed the Gran as soon as he entered, seeing as he was being less than discreet about his presence. After listening to Chitsah's idea, he moved his eyes back to the Gran. "Better idea. I'm gonna buy him a shot, here in a few. Before that, we're gonna move a little closer, so we're in the path of the waitress when she takes it to him. You have a knockout poison, that doesn't work right away? I want him to get up and walk away from the group before passing out." he asks, watching the Gran, from the corners of his eyes, as he conducts business, unaware of the possible beating he could receive if he refused.

After a moment, he realized what she asked about. "Oh, yeah, do you remember that really smooth whiskey I had outside of that small time drug dealer's house? I bought you a bottle." he said, with a grin.

 

[Neo Shark]

The sound of their conversation was soon drowned out by the ambient noise. Between the music playing in the background, and the conversation of the other occupants, made listening in on their conversation almost impossible. The two sat, talked, and drank for almost an hour in that booth. During that time, Khor had ordered several refills, and was visibly intoxicated. One could safely assume from his wild gesticulations that his words were slurred by now, and his balance would likely not survive his getting up from the booth.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

"Less violent approach, I like it."

Chitsah's face lit up and her mouth hung slightly agape when Tyler finally announced the gift he had brought her. "Oooh! That's ssooo ssweet of you!" she exclaimed, a real, genuine smile lifting across her face. Her sultry, half-lidded eyes were opened wide with excitement. "You didn't need to bring me this, Tyler! But it was so very thoughtful. I... Well, thank you, I mean." She looked a little abashed for breaking with her characteristic bearing, but it was very rare that someone gave her a gift just because. The last time that had happened was... Well, she couldn't even remember the last time.

Over the next hour, Chitsah continued flirting as they watched their target become increasingly intoxicated. "The rate he's going, I'm not sure we'll need to drug his drink to knock him out. The drink itself might be enough to do the trick," she said with a chuckle. She nonetheless opened up the clutch she had brought with her and withdrew a small glass vial. Emptying its contents into the double shot glass she had been saving since it was brought to her an hour ago. The drug only filled about a quarter of the glass. She cracked open the whiskey bottle, taking the first swig for herself before she topped up the glass, and filled up a second she had acquired in the hour they had . "Not waiting on any waitress. I'm moving now. Even with three eyes, I doubt he can see straight right now let alone care about what woman brings him a drink."

The way her hips rolled as she walked had become well-rehearsed over the years. She leaned over the table as she placed the two glasses on the table, with the drugged one in front of Khorrus. She wanted to make sure they could appreciate the goods. "Couple whiskeys on me, lads. If you're feeling lonely tonight, come find me later," she said in a breathy voice. She winked at the Gran before turning on her heel and strutting back to her booth, waiting for the inevitable.

 

[Bleed Me A River]

Adam smiled at her reaction to the whiskey. As much of a manwhore Adam tended to be, he was taken aback by seeing that side of Chitsah. He chuckled as she walked over, watching as any man would, to the three men of varying race. He saw the drunken patron's accompanying the target oggle his togrutan lady friend. He looked off after he saw the others take the shot, hoping they'd choke on their own spit. He didn't like other males. Very few men have the right to have Adam's respect, and most of them were either already dead or burnt out on Veltros. He looked at Chitsah with a cheekish grin as she sat back down, watching Khorrus out of his peripherals. He waits for him to take that final sip that would seal his deal.

 

[Neo Shark]

The Togruta's approach caught the appreciative eye of the human. His eyes traveled up and down her body, lust glowing in his eyes as his purpose was briefly forgotten. As she approached their table, lust quickly turned to suspicion. His eyes still focused, even after the amount of drinks he's had, give her a closer look. Looking past the the revealing clothing he notices that the approaching female is incredibly fit. His focus does not go unnoticed by Khor, who turns to see what has caught his partners attention. In his extremely intoxicated state, he is barely able to make sense of the figure approaching. As she stops at their table and places down two shot glaces, his eyes are able to focus briefly, and he can guess what has so caught the humans eye. A Togruta in such revealing clothing was sure to catch any humans eye, especially when she walks away. While Khor is busy ogling the withdrawing female, the human looks at the offered drinks with suspicion. Luckily, he doesn't have to worry, because as soon as Khor reaches for his drink he promptly knocks it over, spilling the contents all over the table.

A brief expression of elation crosses the humans face, before quickly becoming one of concern. "Alright, you've had enough to drink, look at yourself now. Let's get you out of here and sober you up some." Quickly getting up from his booth, he moved over to a mumbling Khor and started to help him up. "This is wrong. Why am I so drunk?" Putting one of Khor's arms over his shoulder, he began to help the intoxicated Gran up and towards the nearby exit. Walking through they began making their way down the hallway to the door that lead outside.

 

[Allu'rah Danan]

He was going for it. He was going to take the drink. Just another second and then-

"Dammit!" Chitsah hissed. "He knocked it over. He knocked the damn glass over." She looked across to her partner. "They already know my face. Go after them, I'll circle around back." She grabbed her clutch and her whisky, hurrying for the front door. She clipped her little purse onto one of her belt loops, but was at a loss for what to do with the liquor bottle.

"I really need to start carrying a bag," she grumbled to herself. She consigned herself to stuffing it awkwardly down the wide leg of one of her boots. It was far from comfortable or elegant. Hopefully, it wouldn't get shattered in the coming scuffle. She hadn't even had a chance to enjoy any of the whiskey yet.

Chitsah armed herself with her poisoned daggers, squeezing her slender body down the narrow alley between the two soaring buildings. She slowed her breaths, taking them slow and steady. She listened attentively. They'd be out any second. She just had to get to them, then strike hard and fast.

 

[Bleed Me A River]

Adam did all but curse out loud when he didn't drink the spiked drink. He got ready to get up after Chitsah left and walked out the door in time to see them turn a corner. He got to his bike and moved it in the way of Khorrus and his friends' vehicle. Around the time he got into position, they were behind him. He had his helmet on so he looked like any old speeder bike rider. The traffic was on his side as it stayed regularly steady so his cover was believable. He looked back at them and shrugged, pointing at the traffic. After which he turned away from them and quickly fitted a silencer to his PDW in case they decided to pull off, he would have no problems killing the driver and any extra passengers. He also notified Chitsah of where they are on his communicator to her that he had stopped them in the traffic.

 

[Neo Shark]

Spoiler: OOC, please read.

Aside from John, everyone is armed and armored the same. John has a pistol in a holster in his jacket. For the vehicle, it is a variant that does not include the weapon on top, but is armored. Click relevant links to see the equipment. Nothing fancy, just generic equipment without any special bells or whistles.

Moving one hand to his mouth, the human spoke into his wrist watch. "It's John, we're coming out." Lowering his hand, John reaches for the door handle and pushes it open. Waiting on the other side of the door, are several armed and armored men standing around a vehicle. John surveys the immediate area, making sure his team is all there. "Brian, help me with the package, he's heavier than he looks." One of the three men standing around the Humvee, attaches his weapon to a magnetic "holster", and helps John maneuver the drunken Garn into a sitting position against the wall.

As a mercenary, John wasn't too fond of kidnapping. However, when your criminal employer asks you to snatch a guy, it's kind of hard to say no. The Garn had some intel his boss wanted, and what the boss wants, the boss gets. So it was his job to go about it. Since he usually worked alone, he had to hire a few extra people for the job. After doing some research and greasing a few palms, a plan slowly emerged. It seemed one of the Garn's favorite negotiating tactics, was to take his mark to a cantina he favored, and order several weak tasting drinks. Unfortunately for the mark, their drinks were spiked. It was a fairly simple matter to insure that the Garn received the spiked drinks this time around, making the capture so much easier. All John needed to complete the plan was a driver, a vehicle, and some extra muscle should any of the Garn's friends be there.

As John searched for anything useful on the Garn, the rest of his team stood by. With the offer of potential employment with John's boss on the line, they were on their best behavior. Two men watched either end of the alley, while the third helps John sort through the items they found. The driver, a little less professional than the rest, was fiddling with a small handheld device in the driver seat.

 

[Bleed Me A River]

(Just going to finish this)

Adam and Chitsah manage to tag and tail the group, waiting for a moment to slip past them and ambush the vehicles with road spikes and several helpful Hutt foot soldiers taking out the opposition. They make away with their target and force him into servitude.