Stealing From a Thief is Okay, Right?

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Another hard day's work. Xel had just delivered a shipment of Spice and got a nice pay out of it. 10,000 credits wasn't too bad. The drop off had been at a cantina several parsecs from the planet that he was at now. He always traveled far from drops when they were done, especially when they were a little less than legal.

But all that was behind him at the moment as he sipped a warm liquid that he ordered at a small cantina on planet Csilla. He hadn't a clue what it was, or how to describe the taste. It was by no means bad though, it tasted just fine. He sat alone at a table near the middle of the cantina. He was wearing his usual black, long sleeved turtle-neck, black cargo pants, and matching black boots. Over that he wore a trench coat that he had recently purchased on Coruscant. He had his FRAB blaster rifle slung on his back on a strap, with his trusty BP01 blaster pistol in his right cargo pant pocket.

Xel enjoyed being on colder planets like Csilla, he really liked the cold. On this very planet however there was talk of a black market auction going on soon. A Trandoshan was speaking to a Gamorrean at the table behind Xel. "I heard that there will be quite ssssome toyssss at that auction... maybe I'll go and ssssee for mysssself..."

An auction? Likely less than legal, similar to Xel's earlier Spice trade-off. With some extra Credits on him, it wouldn't hurt to go, just in case.


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Zeff got around quite a bit, more than he probably should given his track record. He was a criminal, the scum of the galaxy, but one with taste and success. clad in black robes he heard the overt conversation between the swine like greenskinned non-human and the reptilian being that spoke to him...or maybe her. Zeff did not know really how to identify the differing of genders in many species. If it was a target for assassination it mattered maybe but in day to day he didn't care.

This was in fact his auction. In part it was his at least. Not all items shown were brought by him but he had procured a shipment of Talon blaster carbines as well as about a dozen SEAK MK IV suits from the Santhe corporation. He had acquired them from a third party just outside of Sith space who had stolen them in turn. Now it was Zeff's turn to profit off the theft of thieves.

The Nagai left the establishment and headed towards the auction area. There were some items he wanted to acquire from one of the other vendors for his own purposes. Keeping an eye out he knew how shady some people could be. While a smart person would recognize that it was a dangerous and difficult task to steal in the middle of an auction he knew that those present weren't the fastest drives in the space lanes in terms of wits.

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Xel chugged what was left of his mystery drink and set the cup on the table with a soft tack. He would have to find where this auction was. He stood from his seat and wandered out of the cantina. He looked around the underground area in front of the smal cantina and saw several groups of people traveling in one direction. More than likely towards the auction in question. He followed the groups, hoping his assumption was right.

Xel had his heart set on some new gear, but it was unlikely that he would be able to get anything. Stealing would be near impossible, considering he lacked a team, or any sort of information about the auction. Perhals with all 15,000 credits he had on him, he could get something half decent. If he had any luck, someone would still be delivering some merchandise, in which case he could... borrow it...

 

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The hunger for new toys was always at the forefront of these people's minds. This was one of the areas that Zeff knew he belonged. While he felt he was better than them he preferred it to the overly civilized world that the pompous republic had tried to achieve before its demise and what the sith were attempting to do now.

He soon found his way near an alley large enough to fit two speeder bikes side by side. Walking down it, some of the vents gave off steam and above icicles dangled from the constant freezing and thawing of the moisture. The damnable temperatures were not comfortable for Zeff and he wondered if he should have brought his wampa hide coat, one he had acquired through hunting multiples of the beast on Hoth. Entering through a side door he would find himself at the interior of a warehouse. already a dozen individuals were standing about, waiting for the auction to begin. some of them looked like they knew one another.

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As the other groups of people followed where Zeff had gone, Xel followed briskly. Once he entered the building he immediately stepped off to the side and began examing his surroundings. Lots of different types of people. Most of them were hard to look at, or be around due to their obvious lack of hygiene. He loooked over to the front of the warehouse where a makeshift stage was placed. Closer to the front was closer to the merchandise where he could see exactly what it looked like.

Xel started making his way towards the front, careful not to make any contact with those he slipped inbetween and passed by. Once he arrived to the front area, he could see the "stage" was just several crates stacked by one another. Not the most impressive area, but it was enough for a black market auction.

After a few moments of waiting, a Rodian in a thick grey coat stepped onto the stage from the side. All lights in the warehouse were shut off, except for one focused on the stage. He raised his hands to call attention to himself and once the warehouse had silenced itself, he spoke. "Thank you all for coming today. We'll be auctioning off quite some items here, so be prepared to pull out those Credit chips. And please, no fighting during the auction. Do whatever the hell you want afterwards."

The Rodian made a motion with his hand to someone off stage. Suddenly two Besalisk men hauled over a large crate onto the stage. They opened it up and set it on its side to show the audience. The contents were pressed on a cushion with a plastic cover so nothing would fall out. Then the Rodian spoke again. "SEAK Mark Four armor. We start the bid at 30,000 Credits."

 

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Zeff saw several more people enter the warehouse and eyed them with moderate curiousity just so he had an idea of who was present and what potential targets there would once the auction had ended. People tried to save squabbling and violence until much later, at least honoring the shared space somewhat though it wasn't off limits to cause a ruckus.

The first item brought up were several sets of the SEAK MK IV suits he had appropriated. the bid was 30,000 which was less than he wanted but he hopped they would go up. Now that he thought about it he actually wanted one to potentially infiltrate the sith empire later on and the Santhe Corporation as well. He debated in his mind whether he should try to buy back one of the suites at this point in time. One man with mutliple arm tattoos and tabac stick hanging off his lip grunted and raised an arm. Another man raised an arm a half second later, his posture leaning up against one of the walls, his long coat hiding the majority of any details about him.

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OOC: Just wondering if you'd like to skip around a bit at some points, like when Zeff's items aren't on display. Unless of course there is something you wanted to do with that time. I don't really mind either way, just wanted to know what you thought.


When the two Besalisks brought up the sets of armor, Xel eyed them enviously. He had heard about that type of armor before, and was a bit intrigued by how the Santhe Corporation kept it to themselves. Why wouldn't they want to sell such armor to other places for some nice profit? They likely had a good reason, but whatever it was kept Xel from getting this armor for way cheaper. Of course, he could always get it from someone else after the auction. Through asking nicely, or of course brute force.

The Rodian smiled a little when he saw the tattood arm get raised, then the man in the coat raised his. He looked from one to another, still searching through the crowd for more hands or other such appendages to be raised. "Alright we're at 40,000 credits. Going once...!"

 

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Zeff watched as one item went up and was purchased. Each came and went as time passed and they sold quickly for a sizable price. He grinned and nodded and even purchased a few items for himself. There were hard to come by items that were still legal in some parts whereas others were completely black market quality. This reminded him he needed to have a mechanic or engineer look at his ship so he could modify it somewhat for personal uses.

He looked around as the auction was nearing its end and only a hanful of items were left. He stayed nearby wondering if there was anything he would still want. He noticed one individual that stood out, looking hungry for gear while the others seemed to have left after getting their gear and others who left grumbling.

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sorry for the late reply. also idk what you meant by the OOC comment earlier. you can either say your character already got the gear he wanted but don't need to wait on zeff's account unless you want to do further business since he's a murderous handyman with numerous skills.

 

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OOC: I meant what you just did. Skipping through parts that wouldn't have all that much to elaborate on and could be summarized as you did.


Xel watched as item after item went up on stage and was sold. So many things he desperatly wanted. Nothing was needed, but it all looked so amazing. As the auction started dying down and the crowd got thinner and thinner, Xel looked around he people that were left. All the armor was sold, and the owners were probably long gone by now, so getting it from them would be difficult. He sighed slightly and began to make his way to the exit of the warehouse. He could hear the Rodian talking about something else that he had up on stage to sell. His hopes were now set on finding anyone that still had a case of that armor.

 

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There was still the case of Talon blaster carbines that he had appropriated as well. A case of a few drugs and even a grab bag of random weapons from some old crime lord's collection. The Nagai didn't question it but still purchased some of them as well. There was more armour coming up, it was just light body armour of pretty simple design but would do well to hide under clothes and maybe protect against a single blaster bolt. It was nothing Zeff was interested in. He had what he needed and was about ready to go.

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if there is something else you want don't leave it to me to present it to you. i thought you wanted the suits of armour but i guess not.

 

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OOC: Oh I'm gonna get the armor. And some things are probably gonna blow up in the process. Simply purchasing the armor would be far too bland.


As Xel exited the warehouse back into the cooler enviornment, he saw the same Trandoshan that was sitting behind him at the cantina. He was hauling a case that was the same size and shape of one of the cases of SEAK armor. Perhaps Xel would be getting something from this trip after all. And like his ship, he'd be getting it for free from its deceased owners. But this time, he would have to get it for himself. No lightsaber wielders were around to kill off his foes like when he obtained his PCHF-3 heavy freighter. Xel took a deep breath and started to follow the Trandoshan.

Eventually the Trandoshan got to where most ships landed on Csilla. Xel watched as the reptilian alien made his way to his ship amd started opening the door. He was about to start getting the case inside the ship. This was perhaps Xel's one and only chance to act. He unclipped his FRAB blaster rifle from the sash on his back and took aim. Many people started at Xel, others ran away. Xel fired and hit a direct headshot. The Trandoshan fell to the cold ground and Xel sprinted to get the crate that was on a small crate carrying device. ((You know the ones, they hover above the ground and have little handles. They show up quite a bit in the Clone Wars series.)) Someone let out a scream, and as if by magic, a firefight erupted. Xel never understood why it happened every time someone shot something. But it happened, and all the thugs and pirates in the area started shooting at others as they fled to their own ships.

 

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Leaving the warehouse he noticed a particularly shady individual from before. He had not purchased or even bid on anything whcih was peculiar whilst everyone else had. The Nagai had a duffle bag on one hand and his right was free. He had to follow the same path as the other man did to get back to his ship and reluctantly did so. After a few moments the man stopped and so did Zeff.

It was noitceable that he unslung his rifle and fired upon one of the beings that had purchased Zeff's smuggled items. Well he wondered if the man would hit him in one shot. Surprisingly he did just that. Now he had not taken into account all the on edge individuals in the area that already had grudges, PTSD, paranoida and any number of reasons to let bolts fly. Cursing Zeff went back into cover. "Guess I'll take the long way back." he drew one of his blasters and turned to go a different way. Even though he was leaving the area of the fight he didn't want to get caught unawares.

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Xel put his FRAB back on to his back and drew his BP01 from his cargo pant pocket. Xel began pulling the crate on its hauling device ((which I still don't know the name of... a trolley maybe...?)) over to where his ship was located. He fired at anyone that was going to fire upon him before they did so. He cared little whether or not he got a kill on anyone, he just wanted the cargo he was hauling. He had ducked down to use the crate as cover multiple times and eventually returned to his ship. He left the crate on the edge of the ramp leading up to the door and pressed a series of buttons on a panel by the closed door. It opened and Xel pulled the crate inside. He then shut the door by pressing a button on a panel on the inside beside the door. He fired repeatedly into the swarm of people and a blaster bolt grazed his shoulder. Once the door had fully closed, Xel pocketd his pistol.

He quickly brought the crate up to the bridge of his ship. He set it against the wall and slipped into his captain's chair. Xel strapped himself in and started up his engines. Once off the ground, he retracted his landing gear and the small blaster turret that was retracted on the roof of his PCHF-3 popped out and fired down on he ship that belonged to the deceased Trandoshan. After a few moments it blew into an enormous, blazing fire. Other ships near it were damaged by the explosion, as well as the debree of the ship. Once he had completed the task, Xel pulled up and made his way out of the caverns. He hit his engines to full throttle, which wasn't much for his ship, and started breaking through the atmosphere. Once in space, Xel checked that he was clear to make the jump to hyperspace, and then proceeded to make that jump.

Well, I certainly can't show up to Csilla anytime soon...