Smuggler's Seduction (IC) (Ask)

[Saint]

Tiberius hadn't been with the Hutts for that long. His hatred for the Jedi fueling his decision to enlist his services into the assassins' arm of the Hutt Empire's military. Certainly though, his knowledge of Teräs Käsi and his status as a firedancer helped his entrance into the ranks, being a prize fighter before that.

He probably would've joined up with the Republic had it not been for the slaying of his wife. Instead though, he found himself serving in the ranks of the Hutts. They would afford him the opportunity to train properly for the slaying of Jedi, the ones who had robbed him of his love.

His detachable Echani ritual brand sheathed upon his back, the Epicanthix corrected the thought. They actually had belong to his lover, his Echani bride. The one who had taught him the ways of the firedancer. He carried the blades in her honour and remembrance, looking forward to the day when he would drive them deep into the heart of the Jedi who had slain his wife.

Murderers. At least that's how he viewed them. His love for his dead wife clearly giving his view a dark tint of bias, however, Tiberius refused to see it that way. In his eyes, she was a thing of beauty, of love, and of relative innocence. There was no reason for her death, yet a Jedi had done it. He didn't know the exact story, but he felt he knew enough.

His white Bha'lir, Shadow, jumped up into his lap as he sat in his sloop, awaiting his partners arrival patiently. While the droid readied the ship for departure, Tiberius ran through the mission in his mind. A smuggler had 'kidnapped' one of the Hutt's favorite Twi'lek dancers. The mission was two-fold.

First, return the Hutt's property to him unharmed and unmolested, mostly. It was likely that she would put up a fight. Second, return the smuggler to face the music. The Hutt would most likely make an example of him. Tiberius wasn't sure how stupid you had to be to steal from a Hutt, but the Twi'lek's womanly wiles probably had something to do with it.

This would be an interesting mission.

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[TheAccidentof1994]

Grazo from afar spotted the man, he looked elegant or atleast elegant compared to most of the Hutt's Military, was this really his partener in this mission? He looked him self up and down and bore witness to his scrubby clothes, rusted steal cap boots and his old weaponary. The other man wore Echani armour and carried a sword across his back.

Grazo loved the thrill of combat, the pain he inflicted, the pain he received, the rush of disorientation and expecially the aftermath.

Grazo was certain that if he was hanging with someone like this, he was going to see a whole lot of those aspects today. He walked up to the man, rather speedily due to his excitement.

"I'm Grazo"

He paused to look the man up and down, to make sure his earlier assumptions were correct, they were.

"I see we're still one short. Let's wait shall we?"

((EDITED))

 

[Saint]

Tiberius put Shadow down, his pet white Bha'lir. Walking out of the back of his ship, the Dark Honour, he soon spotted, and was spotted by, a rather rough-looking Twi'lek. Wasn't there supposed to be somebody else? The male made his way quickly over towards the ship, greeting Tiberius.

"I'm Grazo" -pause- "I see we're still one short. Let's wait shall we?"

'Well met Grazo. Certainly we'll wait. Name's Tiberius. Tiberius Kopeli. You may call me TK if'n you like.' He had given Grazo a good once-over during his trot of an approach. He certainly had the look of a capable mercenary, but then again, looks weren't everything. Maybe for this Twi'lek dancer they were after, but not when it came to physical combat.

He broke the brief silence. 'So Grazo, what's your specialty? It'd be good to know what we bring to the table before we get into the mix of it.' Tiberius stood there with the Twi'lek, awaiting the third party. It probably wouldn't be too long, and even if it was, Tiberius was a patient Epicanthix.

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

Grazo looked up at his new accquaintance, well he certainly seemed like a likeable fellow he gave Grazo a kind greeting.. which was more he could say for most people. He pulled out both his sword and his blaster pistol, and showed the Echanix the aged weaponary


"I think.. Tiberius will be fine"

He let out a throat hacking cough which laster for several moments, before returning to the conversation at hand.

"I suppose you could call my specialty battle. I'm good at all sorts of fighting, the thrill of a fight is just to much. But if I had to pick one, I'd probably choose my sword over here"

He twirled the blade several times upon revealing his preffered fighting style and then proceeded to tap the metal covering his empty eye socket.

"One eye makes it a challenge to fire with a blaster after all. But don't worry... I can still score a headshot"

 

[Saint]

Tiberius smiled broadly as he watched the Twi'lek, Grazo. Bobbing his head, he studied what little of his form and fighting style that he had shown. It was impossible to show everything in a few moments. Well, unless you knew very little, which was highly unlikely with this rough-looking Hutt mercenary.

He clapped the Twi'lek on the shoulder with his right hand, 'Well, hopefully we won't be getting into too big of a battle, but I'll be happy to have you by my side if'n we find ourselves in such a predicament.' Moving his hand from Grazo's shoulder to his own twin blades sheathed across his back, he added, 'We'll have to get in a session or two if'n we find the time, eh?'

Tiberius then nodded towards his Punworcca 116-class interstellar sloop. 'I have some Arkanian sweet milk on-board, if that suits your tastes.' Bringing his hand to his chin, he stroked it thoughtfully, 'Still working on nailing that mix for a Double-Dip Outer Rim Rumdrop though, so perhaps we can experiment with that later.' He quirked a curious eyebrow as he eyed the Twi'lek.

 

[Azazel]

Simous viewed the two men from afar through his scope, Camera scope that is. He really didn't do much then just take their photo's. Dressed in his normal all black fashion made up of a long tailed coat on top of a slug proof vest warped in leather straps and buckles. His simple black pants and shoes gave a sort of elegance that his face didn't match. Covered in white make up as if a clown with black make up near his eyes and black lipstick that was dragged from cheek to cheek. Simous placed the camera into the messenger bag hanging to his right side and ajusting the backpack on his back, Simous appeared to the right of the rugged Feeorin, Grazo.

"Hmm, and you are? "

The question was directed to both men thou he was looking at Grazo with a awkward smile and invading his personal space.

 

[Saint]

"Hmm, and you are?"

A black and white painted-face human seemed to just appear next to Grazo, the mercenary Twi'lek. The Epicanthix gave him a once over, nodding his head approvingly. 'Nice cover. I like it. Traveling tourist suits you, though the paint evades me, I do believe it adds to your profile.'

Tiberius continued on, gesturing towards himself, then the Twi'lek, 'I'm Tiberius Kopeli, TK for short, and this is Grazo. Twi'lek man of war as it were.' The briefest moments of silence passed. 'Come then, let's be underway.' He gestured towards the ramp leading onto his ship and began to make his way.

'I've some Arkanian sweet milk aboard. While the droid preps for departure, we can study our target.' He spotted some sort of weapon on the human's left arm. 'Nice weapon. What exactly is it?' From what he understood, this man was the slicer for the group. Probably should've expected someone a bit eccentric. Weren't most slicers a bit... odd?

 

[Azazel]

Simous was still looking at Grazo to close then normal people like another person to be. His eyes shifted to the man named Tiberius Kopeli. They both seemed the dangerous type. Why wouldn't you seem the type they work for the hutts after all. Stepping away from Grazo he started to clap his hands at Tiberius.

"Wonderful. The make up works well actually, I tell people its a fashion statement but others have seen far stranger these days. The Names Simous Strange, nice to have you shooting at someone else and not me..."

It wasn't the most heartfelt of introductions but its the thought that counts. Turning to Grazo Simous gave a slight wave wit his left hand before turning on his heels towards the boarding ramp the tail of his coat almost seemed alive trailing behind him.

"Ah sweet milk... Don't mind if I do... " *Pointing to his wrist luncher* "Oh this old thing, a Rocket Luncher plus Flame-thrower... Simple reply it makes other things go Boom!"

Walking towards TK's Ship Simous had a unusually happy smile that made it seem as if he hadn't ever killed a person at all.

 

[Saint]

'Makes things go boom. I like that,' replied Tiberius as he entered the interstellar sloop. A beep came over the ship's intercom system, signifying a new message. Moving towards the front, his fingers danced over the controls as he pulled up the digital communique.

...Humanoid pilot suggested, selected, and sent...

Humanoid pilot? While the Epicanthix had every confidence in his droid pilot, he was aware that there were some circumstances where a humanoid would be significantly more appropriate. Apparently this was one of those times, or at least, it was deemed so by someone higher up the food chain than himself.

Having only attained the rank of Hunter, the list of his highers was substantially longer than those of his equal rank and recruits. That was fine. He'd accept another passenger, though with too many more, they might have to take another vessel, as this one was getting crowded already.

Through the glass-like dome of the cockpit, he saw a feminine figure making her ways across the hangar bay. This was probably her. She carried a large blaster rifle and a belt full of data cards. Interesting. He turned towards the other two and announced, 'Seems we'll be joined by a real pilot.' He offered them both a smile as the woman approached.

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

Grazo observed the new man silently as he made his introduction and greetings. He seemed strong enough, although the make up did make him wonder abit, but who really wants a 'normal' companion anyway?

The three made their way onto to the ship, it was cosy Grazo liked it. He could get used to travelling in this, he almost hoped the journey was prolonger so he could stay for longer.

"Seems we'll be joined by a real pilot."

As he heard the man say this he turned to the entrance and noticed a human female as she entered the ship. He rolled his eyes, oh great a woman was she going to start making useless orders and getting grumpy at them all? Would she start taking charge and trying to lead this mission. Grazo did not like this newly acquired companion and hoped she would be dealt with by the enemy as soon as possible, he might even do it himself "accidently"

But if she proved herself to be worthy of living and not an annoying bitch, Grazo would be content with the current situation. But that was a big if.

EDITED.

 

[Isis Kun]

Niriel enters the ship in the docking hangar since seeing no one outside, assumed someone must be inside. Angry at the droid supplier for not giving her the usual creds for her last assignment. She had needed those creds to get new power cords for the ship's generator. Niriel cursed herself for buying a new jacket even though she had desperatly needed one, as she wasn't yet used to the cold of dead space.

She sees everyone already aboard and getting comfortable in ship, a human (she assumed was Tiberius) carrying some pretty fancy swords on his back, an old twi'lek that looked like he'd already seen his last battle, though the grin on his face suggested otherwise, and a very odd human with strange facepaint. She didn't trust people that hid their faces, and this guy was no exception.

"Well I see everyone's here, my only two rules are don't touch anything on my ship, and don't tell me how to fly. Shall we?"
"Oh, and you can call me Niri"
"I didn't get much info on this mission as I was in a hurry, where are we headed?" Directing the question at the old twi'lek figuring age made him the senor on this.

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

"I didn't get much info on this mission as I was in a hurry, where are we headed?"

Grazo turned his head at the woman, she had just barged onto the ship and started ranting about her rules and regulations and all sorts of crap Grazo tuned out for, and then she demands of Grazo to tell her the situation. What the kriff was she thinking, she had no position of authority here.

"Well that's too bad for you isn't it, maybe next time you should listen better to the weezing slugs" He replied coldly, and added a look of disgust.

He made a 'tch' sound and waved her away from him. She could go ask someone else who enjoyed being ordered around by women.

 

[Isis Kun]

Slightly suprised by the twi'lek's attitude, she remembered that many people didn't take kindly to female pilots. She was "inferior" to men and it had cost her more than one job in the past.
"I'd keep that tone to yourself, or you just might find yourself forcefuly ejected on the wrong planet."
Her statement would only anger the man she knew, but she was the pilot and he wasn't so she didn't mind giving him a reason to use manners.

 

[Saint]

Tiberius just shook his head as the only female around boarded and began to give orders. He chuckled. 'First off Niri, this is my ship, and second, I'm Tiberius.' He laid a hand over his chest, then proceeded to introduce the other two with him. Gesturing towards the one with the painted face, he stated, 'This is Simous with the camera and the thing on his arm that makes things go boom.'

He smirked as he gave Simous a sly wink. As he lowered his hand, he nodded towards the Twi'lek, 'And you've already met Grazo.' Offering a simple smile, he moved to the back to close up the ramp. 'Nobody's ejecting anyone anywhere. At least not this early in the mission.' He chuckled again as he made his way up to the cockpit, where it seemed Niri was already getting comfortable.

Looking back over his shoulder after seating himself at the communications and sensors array console, he called back, 'Might wanna strap yourselves in gents.' His fingers flew over the controls as he pulled up some data on the planet Mon Gazza. A floating hologram of the planet began to rotate as coordinates populated the screen.

'Mon Gazza,' he stated, loud enough for everyone on board to hear him. 'Spice and Speedways. If I were a crafty little smuggler, I wouldn't be headin' towards any Hutt-controlled planets. Not with that little piece of...' He glanced over at the female pilot before continuing his sentence, '...cargo.'

He cleared his voice as he resumed. 'From what I understand, he wasn't able to get the spice load he wanted as we just sent out quite a large shipment, and perhaps he thinks he can get in one more stop before he smuggles his little Twi'lek trophy away.' He shrugged his shoulders as he sat back. The intel wasn't solid, but it was the best that they had.

He pursed his lips thoughtfully for a few moments. 'Any of you into podracing?'

 

[Isis Kun]

Niriel groaned,
"Podracing? Unless one of you is more than he seems I don't think we have a chance. I'm guessing Simuos has excellent eyes, and I have decent pilot reflexes, but i doubt it's good enough for podracing."

 

[Azazel]

Simous seemed to eye the entirety of the small ship, not like his "Little missy" but was bearable. As Tiberius mentioned the arrival of a new member he just seemed to slide his right hand in his bag activating a small recorder. It wasn't till the women's foot steps echoing along the boarding ramp that Simous got a good look at her... Niriel. She looked good enough but could use a smile. ~Grazo wasn't helping in that department at all. Taking a seat he pulled a Camera out and just listened to Tiberius. His smile seemed to match his make up as he looked to Niriel.

"Naw, i'm more of a Swoop Racer... By the way..."
Chuckling to himself as he snapped a picture of Niriel with a large flash and placed it back in the bag on his right.

"Thats a coast if you want that picture erased haha... now, Mon Gazza seems like a nice place for a visit. "

 

[Saint]

Tiberius glanced back at Simous as the interstellar sloop began to depart the hangar bay. 'Swoop bikes eh?' Like he was surprised. Who knows though. A skill like that could definitely pay-off in an undercover mission. Just one more tool for the toolbox as it were. Tiberius didn't have much of a toolbox for cover and disguises. Just an ****-load of combat training.

Not like the Echani arts and Teräs Käsi were just hobbies that people picked up and mastered in their own spare time. Everyone had their talents, tricks, and trades though. To each his own. Though the man with the painted face seemed a bit odd, TK was certain he had his own place in the galaxy. A place where he fit perfectly, and in this line of business, it seemed they hit those places a lot. A lot.

He shook his head lightly, 'Nah, not for racing. I meant betting. Any of ya gamblers? We might have some time to kill while we're planet-side.' As they departed, the Epicanthix pulled up some additional information, this about the smuggler himself. Those in the back had data viewers as well which displayed the information.

Target: Doran Clawwe
Species: Human
Trade: Smuggler
Affiliation: Independent
Ship: NovaDrive 3-Z light freighter, some modifications

Some notes below mentioned that he didn't have much for a crew, though there wasn't a specific number given for how many there were, nor of the armament or weaponry. The image of him was somewhat sketchy at best. Nice.

 

[Isis Kun]

Niriel blinked as the flash of Simous' camera hit her full on. Definitely one to watch out for. She had known him for less than 5 minutes and he had already dazed her.

'Nah, not for racing. I meant betting. Any of ya gamblers? We might have some time to kill while we're planet-side.'

Regaining her senses quickly, she recognized Tiberius as the speaker.

"I have the kind of luck that's useful for winning things we don't need, but i tend to be lucky for others that gamble"

Niriel then saw information appearing on the data screen next to her.
Target: Doran Clawwe
Species: Human
Trade: Smuggler
Affiliation: Independent
Ship: NovaDrive 3-Z light freighter, some modifications

"It better have some good modifications, I might want to nab a few of them for myself".

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

Grazo studied the information on screen as he tried to block out the chatter about podracing. Grazo assumed by this information they would go in get the smuggler and get out. But for some reason when working with the Hutts the information was always wrong, or a mission was never what it seemed. Those slugs were very tricky, and had tricked Grazo many a time but he was going to be careful this time and make sure to take better care of his remaining eye.

As Grazo came to a final decision about the mission the gothic clown thought it would be funny to take yet another snap shot with his camera, Grazo watched the man as he laughed at his own joke. Wonderful, another idiot. Grazo had come in this mission with high hopes, and when he met Tiberius it seemed like it was going to be a hell of a good day. And then these other two pop up, and go ahead and wreck his good day.

He growled at the man who was taking photo's and walked off into the corner where he found his seat, he sat exhaling a long sigh as he did. This was just peachy.

 

[Saint]

Tiberius chuckled lightly at Niri's reponse. 'Lucky for others, eh?' He quirked an inquisitive eyebrow as he glanced over at the pilot and grinned. After giving her a playful wink, he returned his attention back to the data screen as once again, his fingers flew over the controls. Niri further went on to comment about the ship's modifications.

'It better have some good modifications, I might want to nab a few of them for myself.'

The Hunter's fingers continued to type away as he responded, 'I'm certain he'll have some decent upgrades, but our main focus here is the two of them, him and the Twi'lek... and speaking of Twi'lek...' He finished punching in a few more keys, then depressed the execute button. Another hologram flashed up, this one of the Twi'lek dancer/slave they were recovering.

On the screen, there were a few images of her in color. Not that the color mattered so much as she was scantily-clad. Her attire, if you could call it that, certainly did not conceal much, if any, of her modesty. The Epicanthix sat back in his chair and whistled appreciatively at her shapely form, her skin appearing smooth and blemish-free.

For as slender and tone as she was, this Twi'lek was certainly... blessed, in other aspects. TK looked back over his shoulder towards the other two males in the back. 'So, worth the effort?' He offered a sly wink as he grinned again, a mischievous look in his eye. 'I imagine you'll be taking a good number of photos of this one, eh?' He chuckled as he turned his attention back to the rotating hologram. She certainly was a looker.