LF Pilot

[Spectre (Old)]

Nar Shaddaa​

With Spectre having recruited tech specialists for his mobile slicer ship project which he is working on, it's time to shift to phase two of the project, acquiring the aforementioned ship and recruiting people to fly the thing. Sure, he could just post a wanted ad in the classified section on the HoloNet, but he doesn't want to do that, not only does he want to details of his job in the dark as much as possible, he also just doesn't want just anyone, he wants people who are experienced and know what they are doing. To that end, in a datapad in Spectre's hand right now, he would be looking at the dossier of a Pantoran female named Erri Pescer, going over it one more time. Erri is a free lance smuggler who is looking for work, expert pilot, and has done her fair share of jobs. What Spectre is doing isn't exactly smuggling, but someone who is reliable would still be nice, and it's a much more permanent job that pays good and has other benefits, so even if she needs a bit of convincing, it should work out for all parties involved.

Dressed in his normal dapper attire with all his usual gear on, he would be standing at the edge of the building, with the main entrance to his left, he is looking at all the patrons of Truong's, a popular, colorful cantina establishment that caters towards spacers. With Nar Shaddaa being dubbed the Smuggler's Moon, there are quite a bit of smugglers who frequent the establishment while in between jobs to drink, party, or as a meet place to take new jobs. The place is also located close to a spaceport, which makes it more of a tempting place to go..

Accompanying him here is a newly minted Cartel Vigo, Blythe, the owner of the popular Toasted Twi'lek, who has been expanding her gig at a fast rate, having acquired a casino and now runs a proper gang. Back when Spectre was a basadi, he worked worked for her, and now both of the two stand as Vigos. Back with the young slicer had longer hair and wore glasses, he still remembers shooting a defective protocol droid that was slapping security guards. The other person coming with the Vigo is a slicer such as Spectre himself known as 'LAZARUS'. Spectre has never met him personally, but he seems to be working for the up and coming Nem'ro the Hutt. Spectre is early as usual, he would be waiting for the others to appear, which shouldn't be long.



@Dread @Korvo

 

[“LAZARUS”]

Ah, the spectacular brilliance of unabashed decadence and extravagant indulgance. A cityscape of glimmering holoprojections and venues of entertainment to satiate desires of every kind, both subtle and gross. As far as Lazarus was concerned, this_was how life was meant to be lived. Borderline-anarchy, so long as everyone paid their dues and their pleasures such did not exceed a certain threshold to draw the ire of the powers-that-be. But then again, what system was perfect, anyways?

But chief of his perspectives―at least as he'd still come to define them, of the time being―was his independence. For some, being a freelancer was limiting; you lacked the perks, power and protection that came with being partisan of a true enterprise, legal or otherwise, but in compensence, he was free from the baggage that came with fealty to a grandiose figure or 'empire'. Even so, Lazarus had constantly found himself being drawn to the service and offers from the Hutt Cartel. They were well-planned, suited to his skills, and most of all, lucrative. This case was no different. Well, almost_no different.

The world of slicers and information brokers was an exclusive one, which got more and more rigid the deeper in one went. But sometimes, one would come across a name―or rather, an alias―of a figure of particular renown or repute. And when an offer came to Lazarus, the name of the sender stood out like a blaster-wielding Kowakian monkey-lizard; Spectre. Real name? Lazarus didn't know, and frankly, it didn't matter, either. He knew who the sender was; a rising Vigo of the Hutt Cartel. Lazarus wasn't officially one of them, but he'd ingratiated himself enough within the community to recognize the names of prominent-enough individuals.

Lazarus never pegged himself as much of a recruiter. Typically, he was the one that got_recruited by others for jobs that needed a third-party, an independent proxy of a larger backer. But when the offer came, it was too tempting to ignore. Lazarus had made deliberate plans to arrive early. In his experience, scoping out the prospective meeting places ahead of time on worlds with 'flexibly'-defined law enforcement tended to be of more benefit than walking in blind. The slicer had interconnected with signal interceptor with his datapad, picking up various databurst flows from the surrounding surveillance feeds. The feed quality was low and the readings were brief, but it would suffice to give him what he needed with minimal risk of setting off alarm or suspicion. At least, that was his experience with SurvNet, CorSec's surveillance network back on Corellia.

Cutting the electronic ties, Lazarus mounted his gear again, making his way toward the rendezvous point. It was to his surprise that Spectre was already there, a detail he'd picked up back when he was observing the area. Maybe it was a slicer thing?

"You know, for a Vigo", Lazarus said as he finally approached the Cartel slicer, "You really don't stand out in a crowd. It might just make you hard to find, what with two people that've never officially met."

 

[The Storyteller]

Erri was done with this week. It had been one thing after another. She almost ignored the message from the mysterious Cartel Agent about a possible long-term gig. She wanted nothing more than to get outrageously drunk and then sleep for about a week.

She had been hiding from one of the countless gangs that roamed the streets of Nar Shadda. She had managed to piss off some wanna be gangster after a job went sideways. She had really tired to make it up to guy, but when he decided to be bullheaded she may or may not have had choice words about his mother. After that he had decided he wanted her dead. So she spent the last few days hiding out. They had her ship under surveillance and she had yet figure out how to sneak in without getting herself killed.

She walked in the bar, quickly scanning the room before making her way to the bar. If she was going to die, she was going to die drunk. “I'll have three of your strongest” she said to the bartender. Seconds later he placed three shot glasses in front of her. Instantly, she picked one up and slammed it back. She could hold her drink, but this was poison. It burned and tasted like ship fuel. Gaining control of her facial muscles again she turned back towards the room.

Who was she looking for again? Spider? That's it...She was sure his name was Spider...

 

[Spectre (Old)]

Spectre doesn't stand out in a crowd, that's a new one for him. He wears a more formal suit almost everywhere he goes, even on places like Ord Mantell, Nar Shaddaa, Nal Hutta .etc. It's his signature. The Hutt Cartel Vigo then replies to Lazarus, but not before shooting a a confident smile and quiet chuckle. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lazarus" he nodded his head as he said from one slicer to another, getting the pleasantries out of the way. "Shall we begin?" he would point towards the entrance to the spacer's bar, inviting him come follow behind him as they are here to carry out their task of getting in touch with Erri Pescer. The sooner they get started the sooner the pieces of the puzzle will all come together. If Lazarus elects to follow behind him, Spectre would be going through the door after there is a pause in patrons going in and out.

They would then go into the fine establishment, it smells of alcohol that's for sure. That and spice, it's almost offensive to the sense. Spectre would be walking around, looking in all sorts of different directions. This person they are here to meet is rather distinct, it's a female Pantoran, so she would have blue skin which should make her easier to find (and as he has looked at her dossier, he knows what she looks like). Eventually, the Vigo saw her as she was turning to look back getting a good view of her face. That's her.. He would go over towards her, taking his place in an empty stool to her left. There would be a another empty stool to the right of where Spectre would take his place, and the left of where Erri was. Lazarus could sit where ever he wants, although it might be less awkward if he sat next to the Cartel Vigo. He would then take his seat, and then call the bartender over. "Corellian brandy, if you would" Spectre's drink of course of course. Lazarus could probably opt for a drink as well at this point. While the bartender would be tending to that, Spectre would then turn his head over slightly towards the woman, not making full eye-contact just yet, and then ask. "Erri Perser, right?" He knows its her, though.

@Korvo!

 

[“LAZARUS”]

Ah, so that's how it's gonna go, Lazarus contemplated to himself. He was curious as to what Spectre's personality would be like. Formal and proper, casual and blunt, or some mixture inbetween. Hell, it was really anyone's guess as to whether he spoke Basic or Huttese, and he really couldn't have been surprised at either one.

"Ooohhh, can't wait", Lazarus replied dryly, almost comically so, but it was every bit the truth.

The impressions he'd once fostered, however, began to shift as the Vigo led the way into a bar. The alcoholic fumes hit Lazarus like the breath of a grizzled krayt dragon, actually making his briefly pause in his steps and blink several times. Well... no question what goes on here, the slicer mused internally. There was much more_than just booze on the air, that was for sure. But all those distractions fell by the wayside as Lazarus laid eyes on Erri Pescer. The slicer felt his pulse race as the woman turned about, revealing the same face that appeared in their dossier. Some guys liked the Twi'lek girls, other were suckers for Zeltrons. Lazarus' weakness were Pantoran girls―what could he say?

After making sure his jaw wasn't drooping and that he wasn't so distracted that he'd end up walking into a column or something, Lazarus made his way to sit next to Spectre.

"Just give me something that'll kill the nerves, okay?", he said irascibly. The hood and shaders only concealed so much and he didn't want to be seen as off-kilter. Grabbing the glass in his hand, which was some slightly luminescent reddish-orange liquid, Lazarus downed the shot as Spectre finally spoke out to the woman. Well, this was it.

 

[The Storyteller]

Erri looked over as the finely dressed man sat beside. This bar, like many of the bars on Nar Shadaa, was not the place you expected to see someone wearing a suit. She was sure they were late as she looked down at her chrono, but they were exactly on time. That annoyed the Pantoran woman as she threw back the second of her three shots. "You must be spider. Yeah I'm Erri." she said, nodding the man.

She looked past him, spotting the man that had seemed to accompany him. The two looked like complete opposites. While the second man looked like he belonged here, she never met a man she liked who wore sunglasses at night...inside.

Turning back to Spider she spoke "What can I do for you fine gentlemen this evening." she said, adding what she thought was a more sophisticated accent with only had a small hint of slurring before she quickly drank the third of shots.

 

[Spectre (Old)]

Spectre chuckled slightly as the Cartel Vigo heard her address him as 'Spider'. He had to admit that was pretty sort-a hillarious, he still had his smile on him. Then the dapper dressed slicer would then sincerely correct the Pantoran woman. It's not a big deal after all. "Spectre. My name is Spectre" he would nod his head in approval of his own words followed with the usual pleasantries that come with meeting a person in-the-flesh for the first time. If she sticks around in Hutt Space for a significant amount of time, she should know the name and know that he is a Vigo running with the Hutt Cartel and a darn good slicer at that. Well, now onto business, he would then transition his smile into a stern expression. He just has to make a proposal to her in regards about a job, sell it, and then he can plan out the rest of his day. Shouldn't be too hard, unless the woman that appears to be drinking a lot is having that affect her judgement at least "Going to cut right to the chase. I'm a Vigo with the Cartel. I'm in the process of obtaining a T2 Thresher Freighter. It's going to be a mobile base for slicers. It will be carrying specialists who are experts in their fields. And I need people who can fly the ship, capable ones. Not just any ones. Someone such as your self. It's a long term deal, it pays good, has benefits and off-time if needed." his dominant right hand would be gripping his glass of Corellian brandy that was prepared, Spectre would then take a sip giving some time for Erri to ponder as he takes a sip. When he is does that "Sound like something you might be interested in?" he asked.

@Korvo

 

[“LAZARUS”]

Lazarus discretely snapped his finger at the bartender as he glanced toward him, signaling him to provide another drink. That drink he'd been given before was enough for him now, it was some strong_Fierfek... which was literally the name of the drink. In retrospect, that alone should have given him pause. Anything strong enough for those in Hutt space to call it "poison" was probably a liver-killer.

A new drink came, which appeared to be some kind of quality beer or ale, but with a sweet aroma, like a mead. The slicer grabbed the drink, taking sips to check the taste as he began drinking it more casually. After all, it was just the introductions taking place. All that ended when Lazarus heard woman mistake Spectre as 'spider', however. It really wasn't that_funny, but maybe the booze had already gotten to work on him, because it made Lazarus gag on his drink with stifled laughter.

Playing it off as the drink 'just going down the wrong tube', as it were, Lazarus brought his full attention to the conversation. Spectre said he'd cut to the chase, and cut to the chase, he did. This bluntness, it must have been a Hutt thing; Nem'ro was the same damn way. But then everyone involved with the Hutts were business-minded, above all else. Maybe this was just a characteristic of that. Downing another few gulps, Lazarus placed his drinking container on the the counter. It was good to him, for sure, but this was where the negotiations would begin, and he needed as little distractions as possible.

 

[The Storyteller]

Her face flushed a little, though it was probably hard to tell for someone not used Pantoran facial expressions. She had never worked for the Cartel before, so she didn't know the well-dressed man in front of her and it seemed he was not used to going unrecognized. She glanced over at the man as he struggled to recover from a briefly choking bit, no doubt waiting for this Cartel boss to put a bolt in her head for being rude.

She recovered quickly, the booze giving her courage she normally wouldn't of had. "Spectre huh." she asked fidgeting with the empty glass in front of her. "That's a way better name than spider." she said nodding before he went into a job offer.

She picked up the shot glass containing the last of her three drinks. She was interested, really interested. This is what she had been working towards! A job with the Cartel and now here one was and she was stuck in this mess with some stupid wannabe gangster. "Look." she said looking down at the table. "I'm your girl for this but..." she said finally pausing to think if she should admit her problems to two strangers she was trying to convince them of her competency. The booze won and she continued. "I have a bit of...unfinished business with some thug who has been making my life hell for the last week" she said finally throwing back the last of her drinks. "You help me take care of him and I'll fly whatever you need me to." she said.

 

[Spectre (Old)]

A catch. There is always a catch. Well, everything in life can't be too easy. So, the blue-skinned lady has some unfinished business that needs to be settled before she can commit to Spectre's project. That's fair enough. If that's what it takes to get someone of Erri's skill, that's fine with him "I see. Those terms are acceptable" he would nod his head in approval of Erri's terms of agreement. "So, just 'some thug' right?" That doesn't seem like it would be very hard to deal with. After all, Spectre is an very capable Cartel operative and his associate Lazarus has done at least one job for Nem'ro the Hutt so he should be capable in his own right. After taking a sip of his brandy, he would sit it on the counter and then inquire onto this thug. "Me and my subordinate will take care of your problem." he would glance over to his partner and gesture to towards him. Now with his eyes back on the blue-skinned woman. "You able to point me in the right direction? And anything else I should know about this person" he asked. Once they get the details, they can find/conform whoever this person is an deal with them as needed. It doesn't seem like she particularly wants the person dead, just out of her hair, forever.

 

[“LAZARUS”]

The conversation progressed and the rigidity began to ease. It wasn't obvious—not at first, at least—but Lazarus had watched enough Pantoran-based "entertainment" to recognize when a change in the tone of her facial skin had taken place. It was just too adorable.

Oh, I don't know. He does kind of remind you a spider, doesn't he?, Lazarus 'said', only to almost choke on air as he realized the words, luckily, didn't actually leave his mouth. Ah, that's the Fierfek working, I guess...

To the slicer's surprise, however, Erri Pescer seemed to no inhibitions on the offer. Of course, he didn't either, but Lazarus always figured himself to be a special case; he certainly didn't lack for self-confidence. But then the caveat came, and suddenly the galaxy was back to normal. Lazarus didn't know the circumstances regarding whatever the situation was that Pescer had found herself in, but if someone was causing her as much trouble as she was implying, he doubted it was 'just' some thug. And besides that, this was_Nar Shaddaa—they ran a whole different breed of lowlives on the Smuggler's Moon anyway.

"Yeah, like what he's after? Is he connected with someone a lot worse than a 'thug'?", Lazarus said impulsively, before glancing to Spectre. He meant to keep that in his head, but for better or worse, his inhibitions were loosening more and more. "Just sayin', blowback can be a ruthless schutta. Better to know the all the players before you s'down at the sabacc table."

 

[The Storyteller]

"I hate Sabacc." she stated. It was a weird thing to say even when she knew what the man meant, but she did hate Sabacc. She looked back towards Spectre "Well person is a bit too elevated of a term from this scum sucking nerd herder." she continued, alcohol helping stoke the fire of her anger as she remembered the events of the last week.

"His name is...well...I don't know his name. They call him eight fingers because uhhh" she lifted up a hand with her pinky and ring finger retracted, acting as if they had been removed. "A particular nasty Wookie who runs some underground fighting ring not far from here. He had contracted someone to fly in supplies from off world but when I arrived he accused me of stealing some of the shipment and told me that I had to pay him what he owed me." she said, clinching her fist. "Naturally I had few choice words about his mother being uhhh...It isn't important but that's where we are at now."

She went to stand and gestured towards the door. "I hear he is afraid of the Hutts, something about not cutting them into his action. I am sure you two can handle him no problem." she said as she thought to herself"Or he will tear your arms off and eat them..."

 

[Spectre (Old)]

A wookie huh? Named Eight Fingers? Interesting. That might make things a little tricky, he would glance at his partner as she is talking before turning his eyes back to her. He would nod as he is following along with what she is saying. So, Eight Fingers, a wookie is running a fight club has beef with her and in order to get Erri on board, he needs to be dealt with. Spectre is a professional, it will be done in order to get her on the job he wants. Spectre then responds to Erri as she finishes speaking "Alright, lets do it" he would then stand up. The dapper Cartel Vigo isn't afraid of the wookie. He's stood down the business end of a tank on Ord Mantel. Not to mention, he also has Lazarus on his partner as well. He is a slicer just like Spectre, although not as well known, he is probably a very good shot with a blaster as well. Probably not a poet with one like Spectre is, but still probably a good shot nonetheless. "Yeah, I'm sure will we be able to handle it." he lightly chuckled in confidence. No time on the itinerary. "Right?" he would look at his partner, making sure he is on board. Expecting nothing but an affirmative, he would look back at Erri after giving the non-dapper slicer some time to respond, after he would, assuming it's a yes, he would then address the blue-skinned woman again "Alright, mind showing us this fighting ring he's at?" Then the physical work can begin.

@Korvo!

 

[“LAZARUS”]

A Wookiee. No, in truth it was even one better; a motherkriffing Wookiee... mobster.

"Look, if I wanted to lose my arms, I'd have gone and thrown myself in that big frackking Jedi war that's going on—"

Lazarus' words were cut abruptly short as Spectre affirmed they would be able to handle the job she offered to them, cutting a look to him to be in agreement.

"...right...", he replied, a bit more weakly than before. This was not_something he thought he was signing up for. They came here to find a pilot, he thought, not fight a Wookiee gladiator.

Sure, let's see the place. Always wanted to know where I would die; in a fighting ring with a maimed Wookiee, my final thoughts being of a sexy Pantoran girl whose words of confidence were about as pleasant as a Hutt's lap dance.

 

[The Storyteller]

Erri led them into a rather shady warehouse district, even for Nar Shaddaa. They ended up at a run-down abandoned factory, that had a sizable crowd outside. Even from outside the building, they could hear the cheers of the fight pit inside.

A guard stopped them just outside. "Boss has been looking for you." he said shaking his head in mock shame. He put a hand on his blaster as he eyes the two others. "You better hope you, friends, here brought a lot of credits if you expect to walk out of here alive." he said motioning for them to stop. Several men approached and began patting down the three newcomers, taking any weapons they may not have had hidden. He then motioned for them to follow him.

Once inside they were led down to a raised platform above a cage ring sunk down into the floor. Two men fought below as they were lead to a stack of crates that had been made into a makeshift throne of sorts. The Wookie sitting on the stack, growled as the woman approached. Huuguughghg huuguughghg uggguh raaaaaahhgh wrrhwrwwhw huuguughghg uughghhhgh he said, eyes narrowing on the woman. Uughghhhgh wuuh uugggh aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg aaahnruh aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg huurh wrrhwrwwhw huurh huurh uggguh uughghhhgh he continued, ignoring the other two until this point. Some of his lackeys chuckled as the Wookie growled again.

 

[Spectre (Old)]

The Vigo would shoot Lazarus a nod, assuring him that everything will be fine and thanking him for volunteering to go with. Erri then took them where they needed to go, towards the warehouse. Even as they welcoming party were just being thugs. It was obvious what the other people were going to do pat them for weapons. Spectre would save them a little bit of work by just taking out his pistol from his inside shoulder holster and his collapsible vibrosword which was in a sheath. They would pat him down as normal, finding nothing else aside from a datapad and a datavault on him. Meh. What they didn't seem to do was check his arms for anything that might be literally up his sleeves, because they didn't notice his wrist mounted tri-blaster that is underneath his jacket sleeve. Oops. Oh well. Once Lazarus would be attended to, they would be taken before the wookie himself. Spectre can understand Shyriiwook just fine, so he can make out what he is saying to Erri. What a brute.

There would be eight meters between the Cartel group and the Wookie. Spectre would take a step forward and then address the wookie himself. "Excuse me. I'm Spectre, you should know my name." given that Spectre is known through Hutt Space and the other factions know the name, this guy should unless he doesn't get HoloNet. As he would speak, he would be clasping his hands together in front of him. "You should know that I'm a Hutt Cartel Vigo, and I know a lot of powerful people. The Wook, Nem'ro the Hutt, Comilla the Hutt, Blythe. The list goes on. It just so happens that Erri now is under my employ. So, we came here hoping that you two are able to resolve your differences peacefully and forgive any her of any wrong doing she might have commited. I have a fairly large bank account, I am more than likely able to compensate momentarily you for any missing goods you say she might have taken." Whats a few credits to him after all. He is hoping that the Wookie will be able to see reason, if not he has a Plan B, although he would perfer if it didn't go to that. Spectre would glance over towards Lazarus.

 

[“LAZARUS”]

"This is so kriffing stupid, this is so kriffing stupid, this is so kriffing stupid...", Lazarus mumbled quietly to himself. Oh no, this wasn't a thing he could internally just hand-wave away. Lazarus didn't consider himself a coward, but he'd be the first to openly profess his intimate love_for staying alive. He was fully aware that sometimes when you brave the outdoors, you'd come across a rancor. But as far as he was concerned, you do not_go looking_for one in its own Force-damned den. Even so, he kept his complaining to himself... mostly. His mumbling was quiet enough that Spectre wouldn't hear, and Lazarus got the benefit of venting before going to see a Wookiee gangster.

Lazarus' experiences with Nem'ro the Hutt, and particularly with Faison Kelborn, started him on the path to properly holding his own in a fight. He still kept the SP-20 Faison gave him, and now he'd never been more thankful for the damned thing. If this was going to turn ugly—as so many, many things on Nar Shaddaa did—then he wasn't about to have as his epathath 'died like a little schutta'... aaand then, discount-the Wook's thugs searched him and took his blaster. Because of course_they took the karking blaster. Lazarus made an inaudible groan, but made an effort to be seen, all the same. Most people saw his gadgets and thought nothing of it. Appearing harmless had actually been one of Lazarus' strengths with most brutes, assuming they weren't looking to outright rob him. Glancing over to Spectre, Lazarus appreciated that he probably had the Vigo to thank for that less-than-basic courtesy.

With little-to-no attention placed on him, due to Erri Pescer no doubt, Lazarus went about discretely slipping thin connector wires from one pocket to the next, clicking a few into place. Discount-the Wook picked up on Pescer's presence right off the bat. Didn't even make eye contact with Lazarus, which was no problem to the slicer. Anonymity was always a bonus to him, and as Spectre introduced himself—seemingly more as token mannerisms, there's no way anyone on Nar Shaddaa wouldn't recognize his face, given a few moments—Lazarus went onto his datapad, making it appear as if he was disinterested in what was happening and checking out random entertainment feeds on the HoloNet.

In truth, however, the slicer had inter-connected his circuit disrupter and DSD to begin a quiet slice into the local power distrubution feeds and relays. He had no idea how these 'talks' were going to go, but he wasn't about to bank on the Wookiee brute taking creds with a wave goodbye. That'd be too easy and sensible. Lazarus kept multiple windows on his datapad logged into various casual feeds, running his true programs in the background. Even with this rundown place, it would take a moment. But by the time all was said and done, he would make sure to be ready and_find a way to pass it along to Spectre.

Lazarus was about as faithless as they came, but even he had to thank the Force under his breathe as Spectre glanced his way. Pulling his shaders down, Lazarus made a quick and discrete shooting glance toward the lights overhead. It was a basic idea, but killing the lights almost always provided a crucial shock of surprise that tilted the odds. Getting in the system to create an algorithmic 'blip' in the power nodes during the mitigation cycle would cause a temporary outage in the energy distrubution. Coupling his gesture with the fact that his datapad was out and had wires connected into it, Lazarus hoped Spectre would come to the realization of what was being planned in case things went south. Lazarus could quickly seize his blaster back—he wasn't about to let that_one go—but so too would Spectre be able to hit fast and hard in the duration. All the same... Laz hoped it wouldn't come to that.

 

[The Storyteller]

The Wookies eyes narrowed on Spectre as he spoke. He growled but paused ever so slightly as he introduced himself. He knew the man by reputation and he was tied to sort he didn't want to get tangled up in.

He quickly recovered, leaning back in a somewhat forced relaxed posed. "Wuuh raaaaaahhgh aarrragghuuhw wrrhwrwwhw uughguughhhghghghhhgh raaaaaahhgh uughghhhgh aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg huuguughghg'

"What?!" Errie shouted, raising anger evident in her tone. "That's FOUR times the worth of anything in the that shipment!" she continued.

The Wookie waved a dismissive three fingered hand. He was done dealing with her, instead his attention fixed on Spectre.

 

[Spectre (Old)]

The Hutt Cartel Vigo knew what Lazarus was up to, and kept it in mind as he would shift his attention to the wookie. Good on Lazarus for showing initiative, such a valuable trait to find in employee. It's so lacking these days. Spectre would then hear the Wookie's offer out, so for what he understands, twenty thousand credits is what he is wanting in order for him to get Erri's back. Erri sounded kinda irritated, but he would calm her down to let her know it's alright. "It's alright Erri" before turning his eyes to the wookie with less fingers than he should have. "Twenty thousand credits? That's it?" he had a slight chuckle. "Well, like I said, I'm not strapped for credits. I believe we can make this work." He would raise a smile. Spectre doesn't really blow through his credits account on unnecessary things, he uses them only as needed. Spectre still has left over credits from lightsaber bounties, still has credits from his jobs done even as a basadi, heck he got awarded a bounty from Queen Lucille herself and Spectre has been having trouble finding something to spend it on, even after hiring fees for his project. Twenty thousand credits to him is really a paltry sum, and anything he loses, he has a big job offer from Nem'ro the Hutt as well that would compensate him for any losses negotiating with the Wookie here. Sure he could have maybe haggled, maybe try to kill the wookie, but this can work as well. "So your offer is acceptable, do we have a deal, nor no?" he would raise an eyebrow in anticipation of the wookie's answer. This wookie better not get any bright ideas either, crossing the Hutt Cartel doesn't tend to work out well for people who do it, just ask what happen to a guy named Suu.

@Raydo
@Korvo

 

[“LAZARUS”]

Even his own shaders couldn't conceal the scowling glare Lazarus shot aimlessly at the outrageous estimate from 'Eight Fingers'... spacer's balls, that was stupid name of his. The only thing that outmatched it was his egregious demand. Twenty-thousand credits? Unless Errie brought down a building or crashed a yacht into an asteriod, there's no way she'd be those kinds of damages.

Well, so much for negoti-frakking-ations..., Lazarus thought to himself, preparing to engage the program. This was straight-up extortion, and the damned walking carpet wasn't even trying to hide it. The fact of it made Lazarus all the more astonished at Spectre's response.

"Aw, you have got_to be kidding me, right?", Lazarus spoke in a deeply hushed tone, so quiet that he could scarcely hear himself say it. But this just seemed too... unbelievable. Even if Spectre had the creds for it—which frankly, he probably had in spades considering plenty of Vigos showed off their wealth all the time—this was almost more an insult_than a demand.

Well, shavit... not kidding then, the Corellian slicer internally relented. Even if it wasn't his own creds, this was leaving a foul taste in his mouth. Lazarus wouldn't drop his guard—any crook worth their own boots knew better than that—but by all accounts that he could tell, it was really going down this way. Maybe this was for the best, all things considered. He might have been willing_to fight if he had to, but knowing that he wouldn't_have to? Well, he wasn't about to complain about it, regardless of the means they arrived to it. But then, this all would come down to how 'Eight Fingers' would respond, wouldn't it?