Smuggler's Seduction (IC) (Ask)

[Azazel]

It was one of the very few moment Simous had a natural array of seriousness that showed over his head. A black shelled datapad appeared in his right hands as Simous overlooked the target specifications and run-through of all known ships matching the descriptions of this 'Smuggler Doran Clawwe's ship'. When the mention of betting was stated he started to whistle like he was a droid with random beeps and boops. It was Binary 'Droidspeak' but all he said was 'Where is that sweet milk?'.

"I'm a betting man, A High Roller... well I do rig the events from time to time, soooo" looking to the picture of the Twi'lek they where to rescue Simous wasn't one to look away from a beautiful female. "WHAo... Thats one nice piece of Art right their... " Eyes shifting towards Niriel as his eyebrows started to wiggle jokingly lustful. Grazo seemed to be fine if not a bit aggravated or tired...

The whole time Simous's Datapad screen was lit up like a Hyperdrive.

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

As the Twi'lek girl appeared on the screen the mood of the ship was suddenly turned up abit. Even Grazo had to admit, he was in a better mood after witnessing just what they were after. Certainly not a girl worth fighting for though, she was pretty and she may look innocent. But Grazo knew she wasn't, he had experienced many 'rendevous' with Hutt dancers there was nothing special about them. Most of the were all heffed up on spice, or god knows what and it wasn't like they didn't know their way around a bedroom. She was no different to the others, granted she may have been more attractive then most but she was nothing worth getting excited over.

"Right, we've all a good look at the girl. Let's get down to something that actually matters, the mission. Make the jump to hyperspeed"

He leaned back and lit up a cigar, ahh how Grazo loved cigars. There was just something about them, was it the taste? Or was it the sudden feeling of, numbness in his throat when he inhaled the wonderful smoke. Or maybe it was the fact that it pissed most people off, yeah it was probably that.

"Anything for some conflict eh Grazo" He thought to him self with a smile

 

[Saint]

Tiberius held up a single finger as he glanced back over his shoulder at Grazo, 'Hey now, no back seat driving.' He chuckled to himself as he turned back around to the console. 'We'll be landing at Miner's Town. From there, we'll split up and ask around a bit, see if we can get a good location on this guy.'

His fingers tapped across the console as he pulled up some information concerning the shadowport there on Mon Gazza. 'We should probably check around with the known spice-dealers. See if we can gather some intel on him from one of them since we know he's looking to fill his load.' TK's finger traced down some info concerning the smuggler.

'Says here that he usually hits the tables and gambles a bit while he's here. Might wanna hit the podraces while we're at it too.' He turned around in his seat, sorta facing all three. 'So, who wants what?' He didn't want to have to dictate out this mission. He laid out the info before them all on what needed to be done. Hopefully they could all work together without dictation.

He supposed that now would be the time he would really find out just who was into podracing and who was not. Actions spoke louder than words.

 

[Isis Kun]

Niri studied the hologram of the dancer closely. Even she could appreciate the fine figure, but looking good was never her forte, and in her line of work, it was more hinderance than help. Feeling the eyes of the men on her comparing her to the hologram, she felt a little jealous, but quickly crushed that feeling by remembering that she wasn't like this woman at all. The dancer, she was sure, probably couldn't think past her eyelashes, and though finely shaped, she wasn't built for anything else.

Niri ignored the smile and wink from Tiberius. He was friendly enough, and she probably trusted him more than the others, but you could never tell with some people and it was always best to be prepared.
Thinking for a second she said, "I'd probably serve best checking the tables. If i do find him, i can act normal enough to keep him occupied till you guys show up." laughs a little "Mabye if he wins we can get a little bonus".

 

[TheAccidentof1994]

The thought of taking the spice-dealers was very tempting to Grazo, he had exprienced the wonder spice brought but he had also experienced the pain. He had to stop himself from volunteering to take the scene, but he had stopped himself. If Grazo was so strong he could kill men without a second thought.. and he had. Then he was definetly strong enough to overcome some silly addiction that had taken ahold of him many years ago.

"I'll take the.. pod.. racing" Grazo, struggled to say it. He couldn't deny his lust for spice, but he did what he had too.

 

[Saint]

'I'd probably serve best checking the tables. If i do find him, i can act normal enough to keep him occupied till you guys show up. . . Mabye if he wins we can get a little bonus.'

Tiberius nodded towards Niri as he replied, 'Alright, your on tables, and...' Grazo spoke up. 'I'll take the.. pod.. racing.' TK nodded again, smiling as his head bobbed, 'Good. So will I.' He gestured towards the man with the painted face, 'Azazel, accompany Niri, and we'll get ourselves fast to work when we land.'

They went on to work out some further details, but soon the subject died. There really was only so much you could plan. Besides, most plans turned to poo-doo once an obstacle was encountered, and on this mission, there most certainly were obstacles to be encountered. Improvise, adapt, and overcome. A motto to live by.

The Epicanthix sat back in his seat as his gaze fell over his fellow passengers. 'So, what do you all plan do to with your share of the payout from this mission?' He paused for a moment, allowing his question to sink in and answers to formulate. He patted the wall next to him as he answered his own question, 'I'm saving up for sensor jammer myself. Could certainly come in handy on some of these missions.'

 

[Isis Kun]

Niriel thought about what she would buy for only a second. "A sensor jammer? My baby needs a new sensor, I was thinking, JD 2s long range phased tachyon array made by those guys on Alderaan."

 

[Azazel]

"Tables it is then, ... I have a few credits to loose" Simous's started to fumble about as his back pack started to ride up his back. TK started to make small talk to cure the 'awkward' silence. Simous fingers where going crazy hitting buttons on the touch screen of his datapad. So far the excitement caused him to start playing a game. "I have a full-spectrum distortion projector of my own design on my ship already... don't trust the manufactures these days. I'm just going to buy some jump servos or parts to get my clock up and running along .. haha"

He soon placed the Pad away looking around to his partner in crimes, This was the usual moment he began to annoy people but since it was a mission he swayed the urge.

 

[Saint]

Tiberius looked over at Simous, the man with the painted face. 'You do your own customizations eh? I'll have to have ya take a look at my ship sometime when we're in dock. Take a look at her, see what you can do.' And for what price, he didn't add, though credits was certainly an object. Some people had endless amounts of money. Not Tiberius. Not yet anyway. Perhaps someday. Someday.

'Where'd you pick up those talents?' He asked inquisitively. Not that TK had time to learn such talents. It took alot more than a weekend course at some community college to pick up such knowledge. Still though, he wouldn't mind trying to learn a trick or two. The Epicanthix looked over at the Twi'lek, Grazo, briefly. He was a little quiet.

 

[Isis Kun]

Niriel, didn't like the ides of pairing up with Simous, but he looked like he knew what he was doing, even if he was crazy. She liked the idea of pairing with Grazo even less, so she considered herself lucky. She shuffled herself into a more comfortable position.
It would still be a while before they got to Mon Gazza, and she was sure TK prefered to handle most of the piloting of his ship himself. She was wondering wether things would get bad enough that her flying skills would actualy be required.

 

[Azazel]

"Sure do, its a hassle at points but a fun experience. I'll take a look for a few favors" So far it has served Simous better to offer favors then credits when you might work with the person again. His eyes started to wander around the ship for anything out of place or easily strippable. After a moment he looked back to Tiberius. "I just can't forget what I see and its awesome. Random stuff is scrambled in my head and makes itself useful at time". Everyone seemed to be dealing with the pre-mission solace in their own way as Simous just removed his backpack placing it on his lap. It was a simple act as he checked the time on his Wrist Link.

 

[Saint]

The remainder of the flight to Mon Gazza was uneventful, the foursome getting to know each other in turn. Some laughing, joking, and team-building taking place. Arkanian sweet milk was passed around in abundance, and Tiberius was able to nail down the proper mixture for the Double-Dip Outer Rim Rumdrop.

Life was good.

Once they closed in on an hour's time outside of dropping out of hyperspace, they all began to make ready, suit up, and prepare themselves for the mission at hand. End goal, bring everyone home, and the cargo unscathed. Simple. Hopefully. ;)

They began their descent to land at Miner's Town. Tiberius looked out over the shadowport and had an idea. 'Niri, Simous, you two should check the other landing pads for Clawwe's 3-Z light freighter. With any luck, we'll be able to bag and tag this mission early. Whaddya think?'

He gave them both an inquisitive look as the ship touched down.

 

[Isis Kun]

Niriel loved arkanian sweet milk. She was fortunate enough that TK had some on board and was willing to share. A good man. As they approached Mon Gazza, Niriel gave TK a docking code she had gotten from the hutts. It was an old hutt slaver code that bypassed the dcking computers need for a fee. Saving them a few creds.
As they exited Tiberius suggested Niri and Simous look for the wanted's ship, a 3-Z light freighter. Niriel winked at TK, "You got it" before dragging Simous behind her down the line of docking bays to the control console, and a particularly ugly rodian.
She casualy walked up to the docking coordinater (as shown by the armband insignia) and dropped a few creds on the counter.
"Hey, were looking for a man who might have landed here, and who might have had a female twi'lek with him." She smiled at the rodian hoping that she and Simous didn't look like much of the sort to cause trouble.

 

[Saint]

Tiberius watched as Niriel and Simous went to speak with the port authorities. He wondered briefly if he shouldn't just have sent Niriel by herself, as Simous' personal appearance might counteract the reaction that Niriel would receive from the personnel if he weren't there. Regardless, he had to have faith in her abilities, in spite of her surroundings.

She had proven pretty useful so far, even saving them a few credits on port fees. Convenient. Depending on how this mission went, he might ask a few personnel to stay on as permanent party to his ship, the Dark Honour. Tiberius smiled at the prospect.

Turning to Grazo, he inquired as he gathered his utility belt and gave it a once over, doing a quick inventory, 'So Grazo, you ready for this?' He gave the Twi'lek an inquisitive look as he quirked an eyebrow.

 

[Isis Kun]

Niriel learned only that their target had docked here, and hadn't left yet. She returned to Tiberius and quickly reported her findings. "He's here, and hasn't left yet but the dockmaster doesnt know where he is or when he's leaving." She sighed in relief. They wouldn't be hunting through multiple planets.

 

[Saint]

Tiberius thought for a moment, then made a decision. 'Simous, you and Grazo stay here and patrol the docks. If you see them, let us know.' Turning to Niri he added, 'Niriel, you and I will hit the casino, then the races. Everyone clear?'

The Epicanthix looked over at Grazo and Simous briefly. The two of them looked more the part to stay and patrol the port anyway, and with Simous' different ways, it would probably serve them better to have him back near the ships.

'Also Simous, feel free to look over the ship. I'd be interested in knowing just what sort of upgrades you could offer me.' He gave the photographer a wink. Momentarily, him and Niriel would be heading off.

 

[Isis Kun]

Niriel nodded her aknowledgment to TK, "Lets do this" she said, ready to get the mission overwith and receive her hopefully large payout. She asked TK to carry her rifle so that she would seem less menacing and he more so, mabye even like a bodyguard. People might assume she was wealthy and that could work favorably or not. Her jacket was new after all.
As they approached the Casino, she lifted her chin and walked in what she hoped was an appeasing though highly uncomfortable manner.

 

[Saint]

With some reluctance, Tiberius accepted the rifle from Niriel. He wasn't overly fond of such weaponry, much preferring his Echani ritual blade. As they made their way towards the casino, the chit-chat was negligible, nigh non-existent.

He noted though that she had little difficulty taking on the role of a noble of sorts. Someone accustomed to power and authority, wealth and affluence. The Epicanthix kept a straight face as he followed along just behind her to her left, as a good bodyguard should.

Upon entering the casino, TK was asked to check the large weapon, which he did with a concealed eagerness. He still had his side-arm though, along with the blades, which in his mind, was more than enough.

The two wound their way through the casino, looking for their mark.

 

[Isis Kun]

Niriel glided through the front chance machines towards the tables. She noticed a large restaurant with a band playing what she hoped was expensive taste music since it sounded like a dying swamprat. She led Tiberius to one of the tables on the edge so that they could get a good view. She thought she spotted Someone who looked like their target dorjam or something, but she couldn't tell because he was hunched over a table peering at cards with his back turned.
This was as far as her whimsical plan brought her, she looked at TK, glanced at the potential target subtely she hoped and looked back at TK. If thats who I think it is then, I think we have time for a drink." She thought that she was far enough away that she could talk about their mission openly, but she hated assuming anything was this easy, and in her line of work it usualy payed off. She ordered a light drink, rich and sweet. Her drink preference might be the only thing she and noble's had in common.

 

[Saint]

Tiberius offered the slightest of nods towards Niriel as she subtly pointed out their target, Doran Clawwe. As she walked away to order a drink, TK took a few moments to gaze about the patrons gathered. He didn't see the Twi'lek.

Perhaps that was to be expected. Probably still had her locked up on ship or something. They'd have to question him later when they could.

Following Niriel's path to the bar, the Epicanthix walked up next to her as he continued to look over the restaurant area. 'I'll have an Alderaanian ale please,' he said to the human barkeep, who quickly retrieved it for him.

Tiberius accepted his drink with a polite thank-you as he gave a tip of his head, then turned his attention to Niriel. 'Wonder where she is?' He quirked a curious eyebrow as he took a sip of his drink. It was smooth and rich.