Ask Tatooine New Talent

[Grace Zann]

It wasn't often that Grace ventured out to Tatooine, only showing up on rare occasion to visit the Hutt Cartel there. As it stood, she currently had a loose alliance with their syndicate, and a costly one at that. Without such an alliance however; she would never have been able to join the five syndicates. Of course, word of her ascension to power would spread from crime boss to crime boss. Eventually, an especially annoying trandoshan spice cartel leader would catch wind of the new up and commer.

He had never actually met Grace, but made all sorts of false claims about her. Calling her deceitful and dimwitted, even suggesting that the hutts shouldn't give her support. If the hound continued yapping, then who knew what that could do to the woman's reputation. She needed someone with a special set of skills. Someone who could do a job she couldn't. This was what brought her to the town of Mos Espa, having a couple drinks at the local cantina.

She was dressed in her usual robes, and sipped a glass of wine while eyeing various patrons of the building. No one looked like the mercenary type so far, and chances were most wouldn't have the skills to assist her anyhow. taking down a small time trandoshan crime boss wasn't exactly an easy task, but it needed to be done.

Among all the people in the building, she would spot a rodian who was sporting a heavy blaster rifle on a sling. He didn't have any insignia which was a perfect tell the man was a mercenary. Grace would stand up and approach soldier for hire... "That's quite the weapon you have there. Wouldn't happen to be looking for work would you?"

The green humanoid would respond in huttese, <"Hmmm, that depends. What's the job and what's the pay."> The woman would give him a nod before presenting a holodisk which displayed a tiny hologram of a well-dressed trandoshan. "I need someone to remove a local gangster from the premises if you catch my drift. His name is Sal'rik Elyor, crime boss of the trandoshan district--" before she would continue the rodian would shake his head furiously, <"I know who that is. That mark is far too dangerous. No amount of credits is worth my own life!">

@Bread

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

As vocals picked up and slowly but surely more eyes were drawn towards both the Rodian and Grace herself, some averted their eyes almost immedietly again in disinterest whilst others watched intently some more hardened patrons in particular, this kind of talk was familiar to the people of Tatooine and especially Mos Espa, though even then it was bold but only the boldest claimed the largest bounties.

Yet afore their Conversation continued people were turning towards one of the major entrances of the Cantina, more directly a Klatoonian practically spun on his seat to get a proper look closely flanked by a Nikto whispering to him, they looked directly at a Human or rather someone who cut through the normal blend.

Tyr'din stood there for a moment his deep crimson eyes scanning the Cantina like a Predator, when he wasn't home he was always on guard, some people didnt take too kindly to his work and it wouldn't be the first time he got into a scrap for simply existing.

Though even he eventually strode onwards almost directly to the nearest Bar he found though he stopped almost halfway there his gaze diverting to the side to look at the Rodian that Grace was speaking to, he hadn't acknowledged her yet but she noticed the more he looked at this Rodian the more his left hand gravitated to the heavy blaster snugly nestled at his hip, out of reach still but every person that saw someone preparing to draw before knew what was ready to transpire.

"Tyr'din! Good to see you! Listen, buddy, pal."

Afore anything violent could transpire another Human came in from behind stepping past him whilst placing a heavy gloved hand on his Shoulder and afore Tyr'din could even protest he was already almost shoulder to shoulder with his fellow Human, broken out of his train of thought, the Human ferried him over to the Bar which he had been planning to head over to either way and once out of earshot they conversed among another.

"Listen... I know you got alot on your hands but can you take a look at my Speeder-"

"Drink first."

"I- but, listen im short on-"

"Drink. First."

"Fine. Two of the usual."

The male human ordered two shots almost pressured by the white haired friend of his, yet even after the commotion had settled down... many people were still drawn into the direction of the Bar, they had keen tabs on the newcomer.

@Grace Zann

 

[Grace Zann]

The woman was quite disappointed that the rodian turned her down. He didn't even listen to how many credits she was about to put on the table. Just as she was about to take a seat back at the bar, the woman's eyes would notice tyr'din slowly reaching for his blaster. She had never seen a man quite like this, but he looked to be experienced. If his eyes were saying something was wrong, then she too knew something was about to go down...

After a couple moments, the rodian with the heavy blaster rifle would turn around and begin speaking slowly. <"Wait a moment... You seek the death of Sal'rik Elyor? You're a woman who's offering jobs to mercenaries like myself, and those robes! You're Grace Zann!"> The green alien would point directly at her, and various thugs around the room would being whispering to one another in an uproar. "And what if I am..." She would ask back with a scowl.

The alien would fully draw his blaster before saying, <"Then Sal'rik Elyor would pay well for your head!">. Grace would immediatly dive to the ground as the rodian would fire off a high powered blaster shot! Several of the other thugs would draw their blasters as well. It looked as if everyone in the building wanted a shot at Grace's bounty.

The bartender would begin flailing his arms and shouting "NO SHOOTING! EVERYONE CALM DOWN!" To absolutely no avail at all. The woman would draw her own blaster pistol from the ground, and would begin firing wildly toward the rodian. Several shots would miss, with one clipping the mercenary's shoulder.

The entire building would erupt into combat. "Whatever Sal'rik is paying for my head, I'll triple it for his!" The woman would shout.

@Bread

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

"Everytime..."

To him it slowly became a bad joke, just as soon as he went to down his drink he heard that Rodian exclaim loudly and shortly afterwards all hell broke loose, Mos Espa... as usual. Pushing the empty glass into his frightened Friend's hand he reached down to snatch something from his belt, a Flash Charge.

"Borrowing this."

"H-Hey! I just got that tod-"

Whilst her plea for order or rather a attempt at bargain rang through the Cantina some of the armed thugs were considering the offer, this wasn't the worst offer and some another few of them didnt care for Sal'rik in the slightest, they just drew out of force of habit and just for once the patrons of the Cantina let their eyes part from the white haired newcomer as the new hot spot was Grace, and this was not the best spot to be in.

As the scuffle continued Tyr'din pushed past his Friend his left shoulder pushed to the Side, the average patron would've likely lost his balance but he was zoned in, things happened in the fractions of seconds, Grace could see the Heavy Blaster Rifle of that Rodian whir back up to life, it was readying to fire another shot but right as it seemed just about ready a loud thrum resounded followed by a moment of Silence, that sound was unmistakeable, vintage and without a doubt a heavy blaster Pistol firing, a single shot one of a kind ripping itself along the features of the Rodian's surprised face who promptly afterwards fell the same direction the blaster shot ripped through.

"Enough! Anyone else that's looking for a similiar end take your pick now. This is a Cantina not the sands out there, where are your manners?!"

He turned to address the Patrons of the Cantina whilst slowly lowering his just freshly discharged Blaster the shine of its use still apparent on its barrel, a trademark to the type of Blaster he used, "Slingshine" was the term among those in the know and the statement that came with it was one usually taken with respect, though whilst he banked on people to think twice to pick a fight with him after this he held that Flash Charge behind his back just in view for Grace, it was not hard to put two and two together, he wasn't gambling, he had a backup plan.

"Now im going to take my Friend here and im going to walk out of that Door, whoever wants can help themselves to the belongings of the Rodian, aswell as the bounty on his head. And just so you know its more than Sal'rik would ever pay you."

He bluffed but he had the Pokerface of a Professional, he had to buy time and making them think was the easiest way to do so.

@Grace Zann

 

[Grace Zann]

Grace knew she was a horrible shot with a blaster, so missing the rodian in such a dire situation was no surprise. Due to the large crowd however, using her lightsaber would have been a terrible idea. As the conflicted ideas of what to do next floated through her head, the mercenary had already raise the heavy rifle at her. The woman would simply grimace in suspense for what would come next, only to be relived by a blaster shot with pinpoint accuracy.

The rodian would fall to the ground as the white-haired man she noticed earlier would make a statment to the crowd. His voice was stern, and the whole room respected what he had to say. Most of the cantina even went back to their drinks, while others flocked to what was left of the rodian. This was the kind of individual Grace needed on her side, for this job if nothing else.

She would stand up from the cantina floor and dust off the sand from her robes. Just as she did, the man was walking away with his friend, and the rest of the cantina continued on with their business as usual. Knowing well that this may be her only chance to talk with the man, Grace would approach the pair from behind once they were fully outside the establishment.

"I haven't seen anyone blast the face off a rodian and command a cantina like that before. I bet your talents go to waste far too often..."

@Bread

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

"Go, tell him its done. I wont be collecting."

"O-okay. But what about my Speeder?"

"Drop it off afterwards."

Tyr'din patted his Friend on the back as he sent him off tossing him back his Flash Charge afore he was out of reach, both exchanged a two fingered Salute before parting ways, immedietly afterwards Tyr'din slowly turned around, he had still been holding his Blaster in one hand which he slowly, meticulously spun into his Holster where it snugly rested, now that she was upclose she saw him in full detail, during the hectic Events it was hard to gauge him but most of her guesses struck true.

"Listen Lady with all due respect-"

He spoke whilst his eyes closed before they slowly opened now looking her over proper, he cut his words as he raised a single Eyebrow, a few things stuck out to him immedietly some of which he didn't comment on whilst others he will most likely cut at eventually, the way he scanned her however he did not hide he did so deliberately, curiousity more than plainly painted on his features.

"You need some better clothes." He said pointing to her exposed legs, it was hard to catch but it seemed more than clear to her now that few details escaped him. "Now consider it my bleeding heart but you're lucky that you still walk, Zann."

He spoke her Name as if it wasn't the first time he heard it, and indeed it wasn't, perhaps not Grace directly but the name Zann came up a few times be they stories, Syndicate Mercenaries speaking of the older days or just some drunkard going off about something, the name had fallen and it stuck.

"Not that I have interest in any of the numbers placed on your head. Dont shoot Women, atleast not the pretty ones."

He quipped with a smirk cradling his lips as he rested a idle gloved hand along his belt whilst the other came up to scratch his chops, he stood taller than her even despite her being already tall for her gender and his bulk suggested that whilst he didn't look like a brawler that he could handle himself, though his most striking feature must be his crimson eyes that kept her dialed in.

@Grace Zann

 

[Grace Zann]

Grace would chuckle a bit at the man's mention of her partially exposed legs. The robes she wore were not all that uncommon for the jedi or sith, but were somewhat revealing. She would simply shake her head with a shrug, "I don't get many mercenaries aiming for my legs. But I'd rather them shoot there than my head," she would remark. Frankly that was all too true, most opponents never even thought to look at her exposed legs or arms. Most thugs with blasters shot towards the head or chest region.

She would take a look into the man's odd red eyes as he stated his intentions and morals. It was odd he didn't shoot women, as there were plenty of female trouble makers around in the galaxy. It was no doubt a cultural belief of Tatooine locals, past on from generation to generation.

As the man finished speaking, Grace would respond "You may not have an interest in my bounty, but I have an interest in you... It's clear you have skill. Maybe folks around here refuse to acknowledge it, but it's true... Take up the offer I made in the cantina. Sixty thousand credits to take down Sal'rik, I'll even help you."

The woman would activate the same holodisk from before, and attempt to place it in the man's hand. He seemed a little rough around the edges, but where there were rough edges, there was opportunity.

@Bread

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

"What's your angle?"

He would ask plainly, this was probably the most common phrase to be heard by a Professional convinced there was more behind the curtain than just a simple job, he smelled this wasn't a one off and with what he did today he already signed himself more trouble than he already had on his heels.

He gazed down contemplative, calculative, there had to be more to her words... he felt it, this wasn't the usual thing and whilst he appreciated her not trying to sway him with other ways he also wasn't sure if he could trust it. Slowly reaching down he pressed the Holodisk back towards her, a firm, confident hand press, one from a Man that had made up his mind.

"The things I do..."

He exclaimed to himself as he let out a deep sigh, Sal'rik had been a thorn in many a side and He had been asked before with a similiarly high offer, the only difference being, he couldn't take out his main source of income. Looking up for a extended moment he let it play through his mind... before then his gaze returned to her newfound determination in his gaze.

"I dont normally work as a team of two, but ill make an exception... for you."

He then let go off the Holodisk looking around him in a wide arc whilst throwing his arms out ever so slightly, seems like he would finally get off Tatooine once and for all and not too soon either.

"Listen, with me playing valiant Protector rumors will either be that you have me wrapped around your finger or the other way around so im as good as dead if I stay here either way."

He spoke whilst tapping along the leather of his belt before then turning back to her to give her his full attention once more.

"Guess you're stuck with me for now. Consider that payment."

@Grace Zann

 

[Grace Zann]

Tyr'din was right to be suspicious, as Grace did indeed have an angle to play here. As it stood, she saw more potential in him becoming a regular of her organization than this just being a one-off mission. The Consortium needed people like this one, especially since it was in it's infancy. "You're smart to be skeptical, but you'll quickly come to find that I treat those under my employ quiet well."

She would then listen to him explain he usually worked alone, but would allow her help in this instance. In all honesty, that was the standard mercenary practice. Often times, Grace would be able to simply pay someone and wait for the job to be done. Other times, she would have to lend a hand herself. Such was how business went in the syndicates.

The woman couldn't help but smirk as Tyr'din explained that he was stuck with her. In honesty, her plan came full circle in that moment. "I've been well paid then." The woman would jest.

With the man now onboard, it was time to figure out how they were going to take on the crime boss. Looking back down to the holodisk that was returned to her, she would chance the hologram of the trandoshan to that of a large casino building. "On the South side of town Sal'rik owns a local gambling spot. No doubt you've seen it around here. Everything points to him being there right now, but there will be guards. I'm no local, so you would know the area a lot better than me. Have any ideas?"

The woman really hoped this guy had a plan, as she hadn't initially expected to come along for the ride on this one.

@Tyr'din Selm

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

"Sal'rik has two potential outposts here on Tatooine."

He would state as he gestured her along, if he was to work he needed more than just his Pistol and thankfully he had Speeder parked not too far from here. Whilst he walked they passed multiple buildings and stalls, now blending effectively into the day to day life of the lively Capital of Tatooine.

"But you are right, he was one of my most frequent Employers, though whilst he valued discretion he met his hires personally."

As they walked, Grace noticed how used Tyr'din was to this he shuffled past people and moved in such a manner it was sometimes hard to keep up with him but eventually mirroring him would prove to be a very viable and almost insightful way of cutting through crowds for people not used to it.

"He has a taste for good Women and spends most of his time in his Private Rooms, what happens in them noone knows, what I do know however is that the fool he is, he chose to have them built on the highest peak of the Casino, two windows aswell as a Balcony because he likes looking down on people."

He then cut into a straight right leading down a narrow alleyway between two large two-story sandstone buildings, he then cut another direct right after three more buildings pushing past a Twi'leki Prospector that gave him a short wave. It was paramount for Grace to focus to not lose him in the bustle of this City because he was moving a route he knew very precisely.

He then came to a halt infront of what seemed to be a small bulbous sandstone building more akin to a kind of backalley garage, reaching down to place a hand along the shutter that kept the garage shut he then pulled the shutter up revealing the insides of what seemed to be his personal Workshop.

"While I have no doubt that you treat your People well, you ofcourse know that having met you today is a big factor in my skepticism. This isn't love on first sight, Lady."

He spoke strict as he strode inside though regarded her not with a gaze yet, he was focused, his tone changed and it was clear that he focused on doing this job with great care, both for her sake with motives she could not discern as of yet, but it was curious that he showed her so much courtesy and trust out of simply his gut feeling, it raised questions but he didn't speak on it.

Though for her this Garage was completely new and therefore required some introductions. As she followed him inside she saw a Legacy Type Speeder stand at the ready in the very middle taking up most of the space of the overall already spacious garage.

Along the leftern most side she saw a advanced techworking bench mostly cut to working on Weapons and Armor whilst there was a small mattress just simply thrown into a Corner next to which was a neatly nestled elongated Case, there was little living space in these "Quarters" but shelves lined the walls and crates were most of the furniture that and a very rugged couch at the very other end of the Garage, the only place anyone that visited really could take refuge.

"Dont get me wrong, you've got guts." he reinforced his words but something seemed off in his tone, he wasn't telling her everything. "Lets get this over with. Then get out of here first."

He spoke whilst kneeling afore the elongated Case which he flipped open after inputting a 6 digit code into its locking mechanism, inside of the Case was his Rifle which he promptly checked over in terms of functionality and readiness, shuffling three spare energy packs for the Rifle into his rigging before inspecting the Scope of his Rifle making sure it had no abnormalities in it, shuffling a Vibroblade onto his Belt aswell which he retrieved from the Case aswell as a Security Spike and a Fusioncutter.

He then finally looked over to her whilst kneeling afore his case, he gestured to his Speeder he seemed to be planning already inside of his head.

"How likely is it he knows you on first sight?"

@Grace Zann

 

[Grace Zann]

Grace would quickly take note of Sal'rik being one of the man's past employers. Maybe that was why he accepted her job, get some revenge against a boss who wronged him? She could never be certain without directly asking him, but she was far from ready to do that. As it stood, he barely wanted to accept the job, and it would probably be best to let sleeping dogs lie for now.

As the pair began to walk through the crowded Tatooine town, Grace would quickly notice the sprawling population it sported. The streets were busy, and if it weren't for the man's distinct way of moving she may have lost him. All the while she would listen to Tyr'din explain things she never knew about the trandoshian, though it all seemed to add up. "I suppose women and superiority are fairly common things that drive crime lords. This one's no exception."

Eventually, the pair would begin rounding corners she had never seen before. It was clear that Tyr'din knew his way around, and knew it well. Before long, they would eventually reach a garage with an old speeder inside. It was a fairly standard workshop, but there were a few interesting pieces here and there. She would gaze over to the mattress however with a concerned frown for but a moment, quickly returning to her neutral look.

As the man would retrieve his much larger blaster, she too would pat her left side. Concealed in a leather holster was her double bladed lightsaber pike. She was wary about using it however, as most people in the galaxy hated force sensitives right now. That was not the kind of attention she needed here, though some already knew of her abilities. "Very well, to killing him and getting off this rock then."

He would then ask her curious question, the trandoshan had never actually seen Grace in person before. he had only heard of her. "Actually... You may be on to something. He has never met me before."

@Tyr'din Selm

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

"Well there is two ways, the way of indignity. Or the way of Infamy."

He would say as he slowly rose to his feet, the more and more he was in his routine the more comfortable he became it was curious to watch his features relax, it was as if he was in a zone, as if he just had that knack for this kind of work. Leaning his Arms over the Speeder practically leaning against it he gestured with his left hand predominantly when he spoke, a mannerism she would quickly pick up from him, he fired with his left, gestured with his left, and balanced on his left side almost exclusively.

"Indignity being you going in and "presenting" yourself to him. Ofcourse nothing serious, all I would need for you is to get him out into the open, a Window, or even the Balcony would suffice, then-" He mimicked a blaster with his gloved right hand pulling the trigger as he made the motion of shooting. "Bang. Down goes the Bird. You leap off the second Story, take the Speeder whilst I make sure anyone that follows you end up with a face full of sand."

He patted the Speeder as he spoke about the plan, it was a Swoop Style bike, fast but clunky in inexperienced hands it very much relied on instinct and finesse to Pilot so he had to make sure she was able to ride it or the Plan might go up in flames.

"Infamy is simpler. I bring you in alive. Then when the time is right disengage your bindings and all hell breaks loose, a higher possibility of dying that way, but if you want to make a name for yourself thats one way to get Zann written on every board for not taking anything from anyone."

He then moved over to his Workbench and pulled open a Compartment once more locked behind a different six digit code which contained blueprints of Major Buildings, he just so happened to have one of the Casino, atleast its common floor and outskirts. He came around to squat down infront of her and lay it down on the Floor for her to observe alongside him, he also rolled out a Map of Mos Espa.

They were already in the more central southern part of Mos Espa as of current which he marked out for her before then making her aware of the location of the Casino.

"The Casino is located near the Slave Quarters, to be direct if you follow the Espa Way way west and then south from the Slave Quarters it will come up on your immediete right, you cant miss it. It has two Entrances, one on its north side another on its south, the approximate personnel count I would guess to be six on the civillian floor and one personal guard for Sal'rik himself who stays with him in his room."

He encircled the Casino on their map with a piece of gray chalk."once the Target is eliminated we have only two escape routes and they both lead South, one out to the West and another out to the central East."

He then slowly got up and went back straight as he looked at his Speeder in quiet contemplation, if she drove aswell as she fired a Blaster it wasn't going to be Sal'riks Henchmen that will cause her death.

"Can you ride?" He knew full well the double endendre of such a statement but was too focused to notice or even acknowledge it.

@Grace Zann

 

[Grace Zann]

Grace would listen carefully to the man's two plans. One was a pretty standard assassination, plain and simple. The other option was far more daring and dangerous. If she could get a better name for herself, then that was always the best option. Besides, she still had a secret weapon on her side, the force. If a fight did break out, she felt confident she could keep them both alive.

Looking over the structure as Tyr'din continued, she would carefully study the entry and exit points of the building. Chances were they would be heavily guarded, or at least heavily watched. Even still, they weren't exactly going for subtly with the infamy strategy. Especially since this man seemed to already have the crime lord's trust.

She would eye the speeder as the man ask after her piloting skills. The woman was no ace, but had some experience. "I can, pilot as well as the next gal." giving a simple nod.

"Of the options you mentioned, I'm more keen on theatrics. You can take me in as a catch and we'll fight our way out. I may not look like it, but I'm pretty handy in a fight. What you saw back at the cantina was... nothing." She was a bit embarrassed, but knew she would make up for it in due time.

"I'll let you lead the way Tyr'din."

@Tyr'din Selm

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

"I figured you'd pick that option. Normally needless danger would double my Price but." He looked her over and grimaced. "I cant exactly let you go in there by yourself either."

While he let it go through his head he made some final Adjustements to his Speeder just to make sure it wouldn't have any unfortunate breakdowns when they most needed it. Scooping under it a toolbox next to him he felt this was a time he could ask questions.

"Whats your plan then? When this blows over?"

He cursed briefly a small valve gave him more trouble than it should but he would manage eventually albeit at the cost of getting dirtier than he wanted, a small grunt followed by a satisfying grind were evidence enough that he was doing fine, reaching into his Toolbox for a wrench of kinds which he exchanged for a smaller one... then another smaller one that then finally fit the way it was supposed to.

"Ive heard about your Father, you are his Daughter right? Im not going to earn a slap for that right? I was meant to join the Guild a long time ago referred to by a known Hunter but I disagreed to join, while I would've likely made the money I needed I couldn't keep it off my conscience to go out and kill without a conscience. I pick my Targets and study their background before I shoot and the one you hired me to kill today, well he has more than just dirt on his heels. You could say he is halfway drowning in it."

He came to a rise and briefly sat on the Speeder patting it with his hand, it was old and served him for along time before then looking over to her, he seemed ready more than ever but nontheless he was curious which was not usual for him, he was a strict no questions asked worker normally but she left an impression or so she could guess.

@Grace Zann

 

[Grace Zann]

Grace figured the man would say something of the tune to doubling his price for the theatrics. It was only fair. Strangely enough, he would forgo asking for credits, and state that he would stand by her regardless. That was a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.

It was then that the white-haired man asked about her plans. What would she do next? Where would she go? All good questions. Especially if the two of them would be working together in the future. Grace would explain, "After the trandoshan is silenced... I'll probably go to Ryloth, or maybe even Nal Hutta. I'm trying to expand my business ventures into as many worlds as possible. My outfit specializes in arms dealing. Of course, we also charge protection money to local merchants, and occasionally rob starships when we've fallen on tough times. A life of crime is no easy life, but it's profitable." She felt as though this was the easiest way to explain exactly what she did. At the end of the day, the Zann Consortium was a heavily armed business, one of many who were a part of the syndicates.

He would then mention the woman's father, someone she would much rather prefer to forget. Grace always viewed the man as a lazy and greedy bastard who pawned off his daughter to the jedi. She was not proud of him, and that was why she killed him, though few people knew that.

"Heh. My father drove the family business into the ground. He gambled away the consortium's profits and put us into debt. It took me to get us out of that debt..." She would then listen to the man's tale, the story of someone who should have become a bounty hunter. The difference was that this man wanted to choose his own targets. It was noble, but not a trait a crime lord looked for in hired muscle. Even still, the man's skill may prove to be unmatched enough to where she simply had to hire him.

As the man finished working on the speeder, Grace would make her way over to the bike, she would give Tyr'din as smirk before asking "Shall we?"

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

He nodded slowly to it as he listened and whilst she spoke began to slowly fire up the Speeder, he gestured to the back of the Bike, there was more than enough space for two.

"This thing is faster than your usuals and accelerates sporadically, just try not to rip into my stomach or anything."

He remembered someone that nearly pulled him off the Speeder because they got so frightened when he accelerated and he didn't feel like dying in a ditch on Tatooine, he then gave the Speeder a little more juice once she had taken her place on it so that they hovered proper, he would ride them out infront of his hideout and stopped there for a moment.

He went through everything in his head a final time before looking over his shoulder, he played with the idea of betraying her for the faintest of a moment before another thought completely kicked it out of the window, his gaze grew soft, remorseful almost before looking to the Hideout as he punched a code sequence into a device on his hip. A faint... very faint beeping resounded within the Hideout and she could swear that it wasn't a turret. He had made his choice.

"Ears."

He spoke holding out something she could cover her ears with, normal earplugs still freshly sealed therefore sterile, it was ultimately her choice but it was a courtesy he would provide it, he himself... he didn't care so much. If she obliged he immedietly kicked the Speeder into full gear and within a fraction they were off, and not at a cruise speed either. As he rode more questions would present themselves for Grace as Tyr'dins angle became more and more skewed and obscure.

"30 Seconds. We will come up soon on the Casino. I will not bind you because thats not my style. People will question me, they don't see me with Woman-folk and especially not with bounties. Keep it low and civilized until we are inside at the very least even if they mess with me. Let me take the blows, that way you dont get hurt, understand?"

To Tyr'din this became too much like something he knew and doubt slowly crept up in him, he pressed his lips together things were going to be bumpy once they are inside but more importantly he couldn't guarantee her Safety and whilst he trusted her to defend herself thats still not something his inner Code was all too happy about.

Reaching into a compartment and emptied its contents while they rode over the side, much of it just were old documents but there must've been physical pictures among them there aswell.

@Grace Zann

 

[Grace Zann]

Grace would give the man a nod as he warned her about the faulty side of his speeder. It wouldn't be the first time she rode a speeder with similar properties. Wasting no time, she would take a seat behind Tyr'din and clutch the vehicle's sides with her legs. Stability here would be key, so thankfully she would just be the passenger this time.

"I wouldn't worry about me too much, I can keep balance, and I won't crush you. Heh." She would wrap her arms around his waist, and prepare herself as the pair took off down the street. She knew they would be soon coming up on the casino, as the building wasn't too far from where they were.

As the man stated 'ears' Grace would accept the simple plugs and put them on. She didn't know where he was going with that, but followed his orders regardless. "Ears? Okay, I guess this works." Suddenly, she would be met with an explosive burst of speed which would have blown most people back. Using the force she would manage to telekinetically keep herself grounded. "Woah."

While the pair grew ever closer to the casino, Tyr'din would explain his plan and ideals a bit further. Showing up without her in cuffs would certainly raise suspicions, but if the man had a previous history of doing such things... "If you want to play things out that way, then we can do things your way. I wouldn't worry about my safety however; I'm far more capable than I let on... You'll see."

The woman would give him a confused look as documents flew from a compartment. She hoped those weren't important... "We almost there now? I'll follow your lead for now."

@Tyr'din

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

Now that she held onto him she could feel it beneath his Jacket, he wasn't just wearing a generic Jacket both the material felt... off to her aswell as the stiff material beneath it, it felt similiar to generic Armor but more maneuverable, it was hard to discern what type or what exactly was beneath that Jacket without her tracing the outlines of the Armor and that... would be questionable as he would more than likely take note of that.

"We have a Window of Five Minutes. I detonated the Workshop to draw those that saw us in the Cantina there first. Believe it or not they would've come one way or another, before they piece things together we will... hopefully be done here."

He explained with a wave of his hand as the Ear Protection had served its purpose now and can be safely discarded, he leaned forwards just a bit more and as soon as he did the entiree Speeder responded to the motion it was curious how the smallest movement influenced their Travel but at the same time she was used to it.

As she stated that she would be more than capable on her own he grimaced briefly. "I know you are..." He would love to believe those words but history likes to repeat itself and it gnawed at him from the very beginning of their Partnership, its not that he didnt like her Company or to work with another Person, its the fact that whenever he worked with Women alongside him more often than not they got hurt and he remembers that more vividly than most things.

"Eyes up, we are making our Entrance."

As he said that, they cut a sharp corner and as soon as they did, their Target Building came into view, his eyes glinted briefly as he scanned the immediete outskirts of the main entrance as they ever more vividly closed in on it, grimacing as he saw two auxillary Guards, this was not in their plan but if all goes well they wont have to bother with them only difference being they knew him.

"I hope you trust me."

He muttered to himself, whilst this was spoken more softly and easily missed under the noise around them he gave the entire Vehicle a very sharp yank to a point where he turned it completely sideways in full throttle as he fully turned off the Engine, they catapulted forwards just enough to skid to a halt infront of the Casino... literally a few inches infront of a burly looking Gamorrean, one of the Auxillary Guards who had looked both Tyr'din and his "Company" up and down as they came to a halt.

"Yeah its nice to see you too. Hands off though, She is mine. Im here to see the Boss and preferably without an escort, I know the way."

With a twist on the spot he swiveled off the Speeder first turning to Grace, his eyes spoke a thousand words, he needed her to trust him and hoped she did before then his hands roughly thrust forth to try and grab her by the Waist and pull her to the Sands, were she to give no resistance he began to play his part of the Captor and push her to the Entrance, he tried to make it look convincing but he didn't like doing this to someone who didn't deserve it.

"Alright lets move, Sunshine. No funny business or ill take a closer look at those robes."

@Grace Zann

 

[Grace Zann]

The man's chest and stomach region would indeed feel strange to the touch. Grace had felt many materials in her time, but was unfamiliar with this one in particular. It looked like her new hire had some sort of protective armor on, despite looking like he was wearing common clothes.

Further to her surprise, she would take a look back and realize that the man detonated his entire garage! That would get the attention of plenty head hunters, but they would indeed be long gone. "Hoooleeey kriff." she would whisper to herself. It had been some time since she saw someone pull of a maneuver like that.

She listened to Tyr'din's reasoning however, and it was sound to a point. She had in fact made the same conclusion moments ago. Grace would take note of the man blowing off her claim of capabilities. She wasn't mad or upset, as she figured the man must have had some bad experiences in the past. This time would be much different... Not all women had lightsabers after all.

As Tyr'din mentioned the casino coming up, she would raise her head to see a massive building for gambling of all kinds. The building was made of sandstone like many others around, but it's outer walls were plastered with windows and neon signs. Various rectangular-shaped rooms made up the facility with one especially tall one leading to Sal'rik's aforementioned balcony.

Grace would brace herself as the pair mad a rough stop next to the gamorren guards. Tyr'din again asked for her trust, and so she would indeed give it. "I will." she plainly stated.

Without much of a fight, she would exit the speeder as the mercenary escorted her out. The guards of the casino would be quick to indulge the man's request, they everyone knew their boss was looking for Grace. In just a few seconds, a trandoshan guard would come to the front door of the building, beckoning the pair to follow him with a hiss.

Should they follow, the trandoshan escort would lead them across a green carpeted floor in a large room surrounded by sabacc tables and roulette wheels. Some distance away was an open bar, while directly at the end of the room was an elevator to other floors of the building. That was where they were headed, a relatively large elevator.

On their walk, the trandoshan guard would ask in huttese <"I must ask, how did you catch this one Tyr'din?">

@Tyr'din

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

As Tyr'din pushed Grace forwards he tossed the Gamorrean a physical Mon Calamari Flan, a single one before adding. "Get yourself some Food. Take the other one too." The Flan would more than cover the meal for the two, infact likely two meals which... if one knew Gamorreans would be indeed something they liked to do.

Catching the Flan with both his hands outstretched, clumsy yet... he made it, the Gamorrean bit down on it at first as if to check its legitimacy which was smart for someone of his Species whilst the other Gamorrean came rushing over to look upon it aswell, surely enough they were swayed to get some food.

"Didn't I just say I dont need an Escort?"

He spoke directly to the Trandoshan rolling his eyes, his arms going wide in a gesture as if he was exclaiming his bewilderment, shaking his head in futility he pushed Grace forwards and slowly began walking, following the Trandoshan he knew as Phrak notorious for his curiousity whenever Tyr'din came in.

Whilst Tyr'dins Huttese wasn't the brightest he managed to reply albeit with after a long exasperation and ample time of thinking about his words to not make them sound weirder than they already were.

"Didn't catch. She came to me." He said as he pretentiously straightened his Hair back with his free hand, probably the most macho thing you've seen from him yet but he was acting so it made sense. "Dont blame her for not choosing you, I just know what the ladies like."

Cheesy, very cheesy but she would have to endure through it, something inside her knew that he was not being serious especially after the next statement. It wasn't hard what type of story Tyr'din is spinning together here but with Grace's reputation saying he bested her in Combat would be met with more doubts than the current web he is spinning.

"Purrs like a cat, but you know how it is, always speak about themselves after the action. Just so happens im faster on the draw than their realization of the blunder. Oh come on Phrak, jealous? I know, serious piece of hardware this one."

He reached down and smacked but this he did with precision, he wanted to make it look like he smacked her rump but aimed higher just about her lower back, he had manners whilst he just hoped she would play it off like the actual intent.

As they strode however they passed a table of Pazaak where a heated exchange of Words were had with a Dealer Droid and two Nikto who accused the Droid of tampering with the Cards, whilst on the left was a booth occupied with a Klatoonian assailed by two Twi'leki Slave Girls, they were ready to get every Credit out of his pocket as he practically drowned in their sultry suggestions.

In the Background soft music played, fitting to a foray of Gambling, choices of colours were curious in this establishment, alot of neon was involved in most of the marking on the walls followed by rich carpets of varying size and design, though the Bar was more than likely the most exotic of the entire building.

It had two Levels, a lower level staffed by two Droids, lower class presumably whilst two flanking poles lead up to two cages inside of which Slave Dancer's loosely clothed entertained the upper class which was reached via a spiral staircase around the poles holding up the cages on either side.

Elevated up the Bar Counter itself was simple and staffing it was a exotic clothed dark skinned Human with an Afro who could be seen tossing bottle after another from hand to hand as he crafted the most exotic of drinks for his even more exotic clientele.

Though sightseeing was short lived as they soon arrived at the Elevator, one thing can be said about this Place, the Owner might be questionable but denying to have a good time here is hard.

@Grace Zann