Last Lights of Phindar

[Krajin]

Phindar - Hotel Room - 0930

Khalen had settled down in the main living space of the hotel room where he was strapping on his boots. With him was a senator from Anaxes ( @Nor'baal ) whom was staying in the same suite. They were here for a meeting with a group of 'concerned' parties whom may be willing to make a deal with the Republic to be free of the Sith. They had a meeting to go to in two hours and it was supposed to be a nice, simple event of two men sitting down to eat lunch and discuss simple matters with the Trianii sitting as overwatch from a nearby rooftop. Sitting on the table infront of him next to his kit was a new P-30 Sniper Rifle, a weapon he could wield with ease in comparison to other smaller, weaker species such as humans. The Trianii looked out towards the window, smiling at the bright blue sky and the various buildings that dotted the landscape. One of the few things that made travelling with Senators tolerable was the accommodations they always rented. Fantastic food, liquor and whatever else that was needed, was provided through nice sized bank accounts. "Hey! You ready yet? We got two hours and I'd like a little time to go over the plan with you in terms of escape in case it goes tits up. Not to mention the traffic if we're not careful." They didn't have a senatorial vehicle or anything similarly obvious, otherwise they'd of been picked out Sith or other gangsters almost instantly.

He'd then stand up, testing the fit of the repulsor boots and moved over to grab his jacket. A nice sized long coat made from more expensive materials, with shimmering dark red colouration and gold coloured thread inlay that fit well over the armour he wore.​

 

[Dran Mardel]

Drab, was really the only fair way to describe the Hotel room in which the Senator for Anaxes had the dubious honor of staying. It was painfully obvious that his office had not been the ones responsible for booking him in; had they been, a high graded room would have been a certainty, not a chance. Dran had not bothered to read up on the man who would be providing overwatch for the day's events, writing him off already as ’just another service grunt’.


An unfair assessment, as he no doubt would discover the further through the negotiation they went; but one that was already made. Nodding to the man, Trianii he thought he had heard him say, Dran put on his jacket with the assistance of his aide, who even now began to barrage him with facts and figures for the forthcoming lunch.


Dran was simply adorned, an armorweave suit, and a shirt with no tie; pin badge of the Anaxian Senatorial Office attached. Unsurprisingly, he was unarmed - wandering into a negotiation carrying a rifle was often viewed as bad protocol. Walking out of the Hotel room, he spoke quickly to the man with him ’’Good luck.’’ his statement followed off my an awkward smile, unsure as he was of what else to say.


Joining his security detail, four strong - men in armour weave suits, with pistols and communications devices, standard detail given the location and situation. He walked down to a room at the end of the corridor, and stepped inside with his men.


Now, this may seem odd - all that formality one would expect with such a talk, seemingly out of place with what we are about to do.


He took off his jacket, and placed on a long brown coat, topping it off with a set of VR glasses, providing a HUD. The four men with him did likewise, one removing his jacket and swapping it out for something more casual; the remainder changing into more civilian clothes. Dran shook his head, a shame as it was to waste such a good jacket - but, for all his years in security and intelligence, sometimes cover was more valuable that class.


’’We good?’’ he asked Trianii, after all, a second opinion on whether or not it was glaringly obvious who they actually were, was always helpful

 

[Krajin]

His statement and question having been ignored Khalen rolled his eyes as the pompous man came out and didn't even acknowledge the statement in question. Just a Good luck and waltzing out like he was the owner of this place. The Trianii withheld any statement that was going to come just in case the bloke could understand either his or some other languages the Trianii knew and get all bent out of shape at the comments in question. He stood, stuck the rifle into the large bag and adjusted his coat so he looked as elegant as ever even with a massive bag slung over a shoulder and headed for the door after the Senator and his goon squad.

"Everything is fine." He replied in a more.. gentler and calmer tone than what he wanted. Digging out a Flask he openly took a swig of the liquor in it and then tucked the titanium container away into his jacket and did it up. "Out we go!" Concealing his gear beneath the wonderful coat Khalen felt quite happy now and didn't seem to care to much that a drink on the job in front of a senator would cause issues. He'd head out the door and with his armoured tail flicking about slowly "Come on kids! We got a ride to catch and you don't want to be laaaaaate!" He'd chime out, oddly the large bag and its contents seemed to suit him incredibly well! Out into the hallway Khalen walked with a confidant strut and whistle, there was even a certain rogue-like swagger to his walk that oozed confidence and if you had no idea his profession you'd never guess he was a soldier. More a scoundrel of some sort or a rich swindler that did it for kicks.

Into the lift he'd go and wait for the rest. After all, he was their escort and so Khalen leaned against the side of the Lift, taking another drink probably to test just how much patience this senator had.

@Nor'baal

 

[Dran Mardel]

Already the Senator was finding himself increasingly more irate than he should be. Khalen seemed to be out to deliberately antagonise him, willingly or otherwise (the senator expected the former to be true). Despite his frustrations with the man however, he would still be required to work with him; such was the way when working in the military.


Watching in despair as he rushed toward the nearest lift, the Senator just shook his head, before playing along (as presumably his accomplice desired). Noisy oik, he cursed to himself, joining the man in the lift; eyes widening with shock as he helped himself to yet another drink. ’’Save the revelry until after we are done perhaps?’’ he asked, his patience wearing worryingly thin.

 

[Krajin]

Khalen couldn't help but grin lazily as he leaned against the back of the elevator, the large bag leaning next to him like the two were best friends and partners in crime. With the Senator looking visibly shocked at the sight and enquiring about his revelry Khalen couldn't help but put on a lazy, yet charming grin. "My man, when you live a life like mine where every day could be your last. You tend to enjoy the little things in life. Good liquor, a good freak in the sheets, a good meal and sometimes.. a good rush." He said with a light chuckle, another swig of the canteen. "Besides, this is amazing bootleg Accargm. Not as good as the real thing but still carries a right kick." He added. "Don't look so frightened! I am nowhere even near being tipsy." He would assure the senator in question as his tail flicked up and hit the button to take them to the ground floor. "Relax a little. Have some trust, we all know faith is a useless thing to have and relies on the unknown. I am a trained professional and find it fascinating that you of all people would be.. unhappy about this. Considering the amount of liquor, food and whatever else gets consumed and partied away during your summits." he grinned, turning those tables on the Senator.

@Nor'baal

 

[Dran Mardel]

The kid does have a point, Dran thought o himself, hiding his belief from his face as he simply took the bottle from the boy, and uncorked it. Taking a swig himself, he lightened up, and smiled at the man. ’’Sod it. No harm I suppose?’’ he added with a laugh. Just as well get on with him, may rely on his support in good time he added to his earlier thought, as the elevator started to make its move down to the scape below.