Sneaking Through

[Argo Swan]

A junkyard on Circumtore
This was an unusual mission for Argo. He was out of uniform, and not in an imperial ship. There were vital supplies and two worker droids in the freighter's hold - just about hidden under some sacks of grain. They had just been making their final approach into Nar Shadda to help with the rebuilding effort, but the engine had started overheating. So close to their goal, they had had to make an emergency detour via a junkyard to get a new engine fan. Argo hoped that their rickety approach had not attracted the wrong sort of attention. Especially not this close to Nar Shadda, not this far from home, not while the holonet was down.

He opened up the hatch and jumped down. He walked towards what looked like a stall that might have the part they needed. He tried his best to look casual as he walked, but this was not his forte here.


@Brick

[no PvP tag - open to cat and mouse deception et c.]​

 

[Harrison Fletch]

Some days Harrison worked in his office or in the lab filing long reports, or examining pieces of evidence. Other days Harrison would be assigned to go to some backwater planet and investigate or provide assistance. Today was one of those "other days". He was sent to Circumtore along with another Imperial agent. However, this mission was not the normal of the "other days" instead of his striking officers uniform, he was wearing standard civilian clothing issued from one of the vast Intelligence closets. He was wearing an over sized coat, baggy pants, and fading boots. The whole outfit reminded him of his days being with his parents trading and bargaining. At the end of the mission, the whole attire would be returned and cleaned for the next person. If the clothes were terrible, they're ship was horrendous. It completely smelled and rotted, perfect for their undercover mission. Harrison could almost tell the supply officer was smirking. Their ship approached Nar Shadda, and Harrison remembered the days when he and his parents traveled here to trade with the bums.

The ship landed, and Harrison's companion opened the hatch. He followed, and jumped out of the ship, breathing the common bad air. The whole trip over, the two had not communicated with each other, and both seemed to keep it that way. he had been taught this way both from his parents, and his superiors at the Empire. He decided to break the ice, "So this is the place eh?" They approached the mysterious stall looking place in hopes of the part they needed.

@Ulysses

 

[Argo Swan]

"It's certainly a place," Argo responded. "We have as good a chance of finding what we need here as anywhere. Besides, attempting the run into Nar Shaddaa without it would have been suicide. It would only take a strange look from an insurgent fighter to make us blow."

He walked up to the stall, where he saw a hulking Gamorrean sleeping behind it on a deck chair that looked like it would collapse any minute under his bulk. He was snoring loudly.

Argo cleared his throat loudly.

The response did not come from the boar, but rather appeared to come from under the desk.

"Coming. Coming. Hmm!" There emerged what Argo could only describe as a green swamp elf. It was about 3 foot tall and climbed a stack of junk behind the desk and stood on top.

"Brings you to my shop what does? Something to trade you have? Something you like you have seen?" The shopkeeper had long pointy ears, though the left one had what looked like a bite mark out of it. Argo could also only make out 3 fingers on each hand, ending in wicked claws. Had they been... sharpened?

@Brick

 

[Harrison Fletch]

"Good point." The pair approached the stall where either a guard or the dealer himself was sleeping. He examined the guard and noticed the being was a gamorrean. When He was traveling with his parents, he had seen many different species, but never had he seen a gamorrean before. True most were enslaved or worked as guards, but his parents had never let He go into the bad parts of even Nar Shadda. He waited patiently while Argo made a sound. A creature then suddenly appeared from under a table. Harrison didn't get a close look at the figure, but now that he was face to face with him, he saw that he only had three fingers with oddly sharpened nails. A defense weapon possibly? "Uh, yeah, we're looking for a new engine fan, if you have one." "Yes, engine fan Bith has many. Engines here." The alien gestured first to himself, then to the two men to follow him. "I'm guessing Bith is the alien himself?" Harrison muttered before following the small, green elf. After passing several scrap piles, the alien led them into a small warehouse where apparently most of the nice objects were stored. He took a glance around the room, and noticed several antique blasters lined up on a shelf, there were also several new blasters arranged in the same way. In the corner was a box with some scribbles inscribed on it. "Fan you seek is here. Price are standard." The alien grunted before picking his wet nose. He turned to his companion and said "Treasure hunting time eh?" Harrison walked up to the box, rummaged through the stuff, and sorted out the newest to the oldest. At last, he found the right one. "Got it!" He walked up to the elf who was in the process of catching a bug. As He approached him, he snatched the poor bug, ripped it's wings off then ate it. He then licked his cracked, dry lips, and took the piece from he examining it, all the while a wing sticking out of his mouth. With a few grunts, and a burp, the deal was done.
@Ulysses

 

[Argo Swan]

"the fan, you like? Reasons, I think you have." He cleared his throat and the Gamorrean started to rouse from his slumber.

"Imperial your voices are. Worth a lot to the right people they are. Worth a lot to me. How much worth to you are they?"

It was blackmail, pure and simple.

Argo noticed that there were other traders around, and he didn't want to make a scene.

@Brick

[OOC: as no one has joined, dice thread started. Still open for anyone to intervene appropriately]​

 

[Harrison Fletch]

Harrison faked a cough, and his hand casually rested on his blaster. "Hey, you said the deal was done, I have the money, no questions asked. We need this fan, and we'll double the offer for no questions. We're just some traders who's ship needs a new fan. Now are you going to give us the kriffing fan, or are you going to lose a valuable customer?" Harrison glared at the elf. This mission could quickly go downhill if the elf found out they were Imperials. Harrison just wanted to get the part and get the kriff out of this joint. As little attention as possible was the best. If the elf kept asking questions, he would very soon find a vibro blade stuck in his neck. Harrison's patience was running on a very thin line.
@Ulysses