The Devil Makes Three

[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Savareen
11:37 Planetary Time
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Wyatt was not fond of the recent need to travel beyond his normal comfortable region of space, but the loss of the majority of his buying clientele the fence needed to recoup a book of business before his smugglers decided to work with a new middle man.

Having docked in the small port nestled between a pair of jutting spires of rock. Wyatt disembarked the galactic travel ship with a roll of his shoulders before retrieving his equipment from the overhead compartment and holstering his weapons. Sliding his pack on and shouldering his carbine he quickly produced his data-pad to check the conversation with a new prospective buyer in the market for some hard to find medical items and potentially some other items.

Knowing the new client might have company was fine on Wyatt's account, as they are far enough outside of Imperial or Sith space that if a few bodies turn up in the streets of a dust bowl smugglers den; no one would bat an eye. It wasn't uncommon for people to bring extra muscle or backup to these things, but Wyatt's appearance always seemed to calm down antsy buyers for one reason or another.

Moving through the tight streets and keeping tabs on those he passed. Wyatt was almost astonished at the fact he had finally made it on to the planet he had heard so much about over the years from his sellers that commonly frequented this rock. Producing the data pad once more he tapped away sending a short message.

"On planet, and in town. Where are we meeting?"

Continuing on down the pathway and taking note of the various street vendors Wyatt also kept an eye on his datapad awaiting a response and meeting location.
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[Cora Senith]

Under the cover of a canopy, Cora had an excellent view of the port town's plaza. The rooftop of the Crimson Cantina served as an excellent vantage point, and with enough canvas to hide a bantha blanketing the entire structure, it worked well for what her group needed. They'd be able to see anyone out of place well before the rebels could be spotted. Of course, that only mattered if they were looking; Cora was not.

"We'll run out of inventory before we even get off the ground, at this rate." She frowned at her datapad, scrolling to the side as she scanned over the files. "We have no kolto, barely enough gauze for a week, and we're near out of antiseptics and narcotics."

She placed the datapad on the table,placing her head in her hands before releasing a deep sigh. Starting up the infirmary had been a nightmare from the beginning. There'd been no supplies to salvage from Dantooine, and operating in the Outer Rim made supplies scarce at best. Early stockpiles had allowed them to operate for the first month, but donations only went so far. Now, Cora was in a rough position; the last month of contacting possible leads was only just now reaching near the goal, but the infirmary was almost out of time. This Mandalorian was the first lead, and it needed to work out. She didn't want it to be the last.

Her train of thought was broken as the table seemed to vibrate, and it took a bit for her to register that it was the data-pad. Peering through her fingers, Cora stared blankly at the screen, then reached out to activate the notification.

"He's here." Picking up the screen, she typed up a similarly short response, informing him of their location, then putting away the data-pad. "I really hope this works." She turned to give Devrim and Valerie a weak smile, while her foot tapped nervously at the floor. She'd asked for the pair to tag along just in case things went poorly, but she was optimistic that it wouldn't. Her intel showed that Solus needed business; shooting people was bad for business.

Still, she couldn't be sure.

 

[Valerie Tagge]

Valerie had spent the past few days ambling the streets of Saraveen without much purpose. The Alliance was in bad shape and the higher command had become nervous to make any moves against the empire after Dantooine. If there was one thing that Valerie had distaste for, it was staying in one place for too long. It was because of this that she jumped at the opportunity provided to her by one of her comrades to reequip the medical centers here on Savareen. Valerie had seen firsthand the aftermath of Sith encounters and without a proper facility to treat the injured, she couldn't imagine the rebellion having much of a future.

V sat leisurely on a sole pillow under the shade of the rooftop canopy, fiddling with one of her blasters. Its condition was shoddy at best but she was extremely apathetic in keeping them clean and functioning. It was apparent that her job was just to protect Cora from her contact, a Mandalorian fence. "Let's keep our fingers crossed." She mutter in reply to Cora's words. Valerie was all on board with the motive of the plan however the plan itself was sketchy. Mandalorians were probably third on her list of people most likely to cheat you in a deal, Imperials and hutts being at the top of the list. Nevertheless she would go along with it, hoping that her comrade knew what she was doing. Valerie looked over the other member of their small group, Devrim Wolfe. According to some rumours he had been a part of a rebel cell on Dxun but she knew little of him otherwise. In all honesty Valerie was more nervous about him than anyone else involved with this operation.

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[Devrim Wolfe]

Listening to Cora list off the dire situation they were in for medical supplies, Devrim mentally kicked himself for not bringing over any of the Kolto he'd lifted on Onderon a few months prior. Unforunately, the Dxun group needed those supplies as much as they did here on Savareen — especially due to the constant threat of deadly predators wandering the demon moon of Onderon. The Galactic Alliance presence here on Savareen was much larger than Devrim initially expected, however. It made sense, in hindsight, especially since they were much farther from the core and had much more security under the cover of a smuggler's haven. The rebels would put this to good use though, as they'd contacted a few individuals in the area to set up supply lines for a much-needed medical facility. Cora was taking the lead on that front — Devrim wasn't quite as skilled with numbers and the like. He was a man of action and more than willing to back her up where brute force was needed.

"So he's a Mandalorian, you say?" Devrim spoke, trying to make conversation while the three rebels waited. The only experience he'd had with the Mandalorians until now was actually an odd one. In one of the last hits he ran on Onderon, Devrim helped one or multiple ones in red and black armour blow up a communications tower. Using the explosion as a distraction, he was able to lift some old equipment and credits from a nearby safe house that once belonged to the rebel cell before they were told to back out. Devrim nodded upon hearing Valerie's comment. The black-haired girl was another rebel he'd heard little of — she'd just joined them to help out with gathering supplies for the medical center. Giving her a small smile and a nod, Devrim turned back to look out beyond the canopy. In the distance, he could see the Mandalorian in question approaching their location.

He could tell it was a Mandalorian mostly because of the armour. It was unique and unmistakable, although not unusual as this haven brought plenty of people from all cultures to its arms. "There he is. Let's keep this as amiable as we can, I'm sure he wants this deal as much as we do." Devrim specifically noted the colour of the Mandalorian's armour. He didn't know much about their culture, but he seemed to recall somewhere that the colours meant something special. Regardless, he slung his rifle behind his black cloak and prepared for the meeting.

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[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Crimson Cantina, what a cliche name but not the worst he had heard in his brief time traveling the galaxy. In all reality it was probably for the best that the young and relatively sheltered Mandalorian was out and about in the universe. A fence doing this sort of work was out of character but any renown he may have had was left with his clients on Medriaas so it was time to get out there and remedy this situation. The information he could gather on the person in which he was meeting, some implied rebellious behavior and connections but nothing telling of nefarious activities; so far it is just a do-gooder.

Passing into the bar and moving to the roof top Wyatt took stock of the types of people present with a mildly well to do attitude, although rough around the edges. Arriving on the rooftop to a trio of faces, and giving an over the shoulder glance each way Wyatt spoke up.

"So which one of you was looking for kolto again?"

Questioningly giving the three their own once over to garner some info, and coming to a longer look at the man. He carried a familiar feeling and stance but Wyatt couldn't exactly place it. While waiting for one of the three to answer his question, Wyatt moved to the edge of the roofs railing and leaned on it to get a little relief from the swelter within his armor just from the walk over. The only thing on his mind right this second is the flight off this barren planet.

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[Cora Senith]

"Let's keep our fingers crossed."

Biting her lower lip, Cora nodded ever so slightly, eyes downcast as butterflies danced in her stomach. She wasn't nervous about the contact being a Mandolorian; there was a lot that depended on this deal, and Cora had never been big on discussions. Her mother had handled that back on Dantooine, but that wasn't an option now. Like it or not, she had to handle this.

"That's what I was told." Cora's eyes turned to focus on Devrim as she answered his question, her hand reaching up to fiddle with her scarf. "Everything I know about him is secondhand, but apparently he used to operate off of Medriaas." She paused, a pregnant silence hanging in the air as she seemed to trail off. It was likely Valerie and Devrim knew what had happened on Medriaas. Cora didn't exactly want to bring it up; it felt too similar and... close to home.

"Anyway, he needs new clients, and we need a source of supplies and credits." Her gaze shifted again to her lap, and she began to subconsciously straighten her clothes. It only lasted for a second before Devrim again broke the silence.

"There he is."

Cora immediately perked up, turning to see where her colleague was facing, and relieved to see him looking out into the streets.

"Agreed. I'd rather not deal with the idea of this falling through, much less have to worry about being shot." Her nervous glance bounced between both Valerie and Devrim before she leaned back against the ledge, focusing her gaze on the stairway leading to them. She wanted to make sure to seem professional and in control. Talking to people wasn't her forte, but there weren't many alternatives available. She'd have to do. Clasping her hands together in her lap, a gentle smile lifted the corners of her mouth just moments before the Mandalorian appeared.

"That would be me." Her eyes followed Wyatt as he moved to the railing. She waited a moment before continuing on. "Actually, I was told you'd be a good source for several things we need, and I'm hoping we can come to an agreement on proper compensation for both the services and goods you can provide."


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[Valerie Tagge]

Valerie let out a hefty yawn before lounging back on her resting spot. The long wait had turned her interest into impatience. She would much rather enjoy a mid day siesta than wait around all day however she agreed to the plan and she had to stick with it. Luckily her boredom was interrupted by Devrim announcing the arrival of the mysterious Mandalorian contact. Valerie sprung up to her feet and brought her lazy eyes to attention. He wasn't hard to notice from afar, the trademark armor being a dead giveaway. Valerie had never bothered to learn the colors of each clan, to her they were all the same. Some killed for money, some killed for fun others killed for honor, glory, revenge and everything else under the sun. That was besides the point though. They were here to make a deal and there should be no cause for violence.

Valerie's eyes tracked the armored individual as he posed his initial question and moved towards the balcony. Her eyes caught multiple forms of weaponry however that was to be expected. In some regards she admired the impressive arsenal that many mandalorians sported however this one in particular was not anything special. Cora did mention that he was hitting hard times since medriaas eh, she thought to herself, I guess that holds true of us all. Valerie decided that she would remain silent for the dealings, she was never one to negotiate. Her stubborn personality didn't rub people up the right way most of the time. She watched as Cora initiated the conversation. Look at that, Cora is holding her own, Valerie thought with a smile. Her tone had changed drastically since but a few minutes prior. This may not be such a foolish plan after all.

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[Devrim Wolfe]

If you've been to enough places in the Galaxy, then eventually you'll see repeating cantina and bar names everywhere. At least this was the only Crimson Cantina in this sector — Devrim wouldn't be able to say the same in any part of Imperial Hutta space. Cora's comment elicited a response from him though. "Off of Medriaas? No wonder he's looking for new business." However, he refrained from making any further statements. Though the rebels didn't have any assets there like they did on Dantooine, it was still unforgivable that the Empire would turn an entire agricultural planet into molten slag on a whim. If anything, it was another good reason to overthrow the Drast dynasty for good — if anyone needed more incentives anyway.

Devrim nodded in acknowledgement of the Mandalorian smuggler who approached their seating space under the rooftop canopy. Devrim stayed silent upon hearing the smuggler's question, knowing Cora would be the one to speak up. The rebel was simply there for the support anyway — it wasn't his medical center being funded or supplied for. But he wouldn't have passed up any opportunity to allow the Alliance's assets to grow. Devrim did not miss the lingering gaze the Mandalorian gave him, but decided to ignore it. Although wearing the same colours as the Mandalorian that Devrim had helped on Onderon a few weeks prior, he certainly didn't sound like the same man. And as far as the rebel knew, there had only been one man setting charges to blow up the communications tower — he hadn't seen the two others keeping an eye on Rami and Devrim while ensuring an extraction route that day.

Cora was straight and to the point, and Devrim liked that. No beating around the bush, meaningless pleasantries and small talk. They were here to barter a business deal and that was that. The ball was in the Mandalorian's playing field — did he have the supplies they needed, or would they need to look elsewhere?

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[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

Wyatt took a moment to listen to the woman's response and offered a helmeted nod as he leaned out looking down at the street. Clasping gloved hands together to remove and store them in a pocket, he righted his posture and removed his helmet placing it on the table beside him. Taking a hand and running it through his hair to fix the helmet head, and looking the three over without a helmet now, exposing the banded neck tattoo that reads Remember Medriaas.

"Wyatt Blue. Well Wyatt Solus still getting used to the clan name, but now that we're face to face I like to know who I'm dealing with."

His tone was sincere but dry, and he continued as he took a seat at the table and gestured for the others who wished to sit, to grab a stool and join him.

"So beyond Kolto and other medical supplies what is your cell in need of? ... You're at the very least helping rebels if not part of the growing rebellion yourselves."

His brow was high, his words were telling because what rough and tumble trio would meet this far in the outer rim. On a dust bowl that has the farthest thing from a connection to law and order. But none of that concerned Wyatt anymore because in a past life he sold to those on both sides of the law, he didn't care what the end were with the things he sold. But since the Imperials made themselves the enemy that could no longer be ignored, Wyatt took steps to ensure he wasn't ever supplying those connected with Sith or Imperials even if they begged.

"I've gotten the name Medriaas Marauder for a reason."

He said while giving a long look to the three, hoping the forthrightness wouldn't be taken as probing for information but rather a way to diffuse tensions.
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[Cora Senith]

Cell... Solus had used that word very intentionally, and it caused Cora's heart to lurch. Solus either knew who they were, or had made an educated guess. Neither were good indicators; messages from the Galactic Alliance had strictly indicated to keep a low profile, for fear of the events on Dantooine repeating. Cora couldn't imagine enduring that again here on Savareen, and a bubble of apprehension took shape in her chest. While Solus' observation had gotten under her skin, she didn't show it, keeping up the pleasant facade she'd adopted.

"Our company is in a fledgling position, and needs a variety of resources to expand its operation. The medical supplies are necessary to operate our humanitarian effort here in the Outer Rim; we chose Savareen specifically because of its role as a... transportation hub." Cora looked to her fellow rebels and the Mandalorian, trying to read their responses to her cover-up. While Solus had been very direct about his perspective, there was still an ounce of hope that he might doubt his guess if persuaded otherwise. Even if that wasn't the case, who knew what other ears might be out there.

"The medical supplies you have will help us continue operating, but depending on a variety of independent agents isn't sustainable. We need something more stable. I'm hoping to discuss setting up a partnership with you. The specifics are up for discussion, but the goal is an agreement that earns us credits, supplies, and the necessary transportation for equipment to reach the planet." Cora moved a strand of hair away from her eyes. She could feel everyone's eyes on her; she was the center of attention right now, and loathed it. "What we need to do in return is up to you."

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[Valerie Tagge]

Valerie's ears pricked up as the Mandalorian mentioned the word Rebellion. In mere moments her mind went from cool calm and collected to frantic. The mere fact that he knew who and what they were made him extremely dangerous, and now he had seen their faces. While maintaining her relaxed stance her eyes tracked Cora. Had she been so foolish as to impart such sensitive information to a Mandalorian of all people? Valerie was highly unimpressed and disappointed in her partner. There was no amount of supplies that would ever be worth exposure, she should have known this.

Cora's response befuddled her. It was as if she attempted to cover up against the claims of the Mandalorian. Wait, she didn't tell him? Valerie thought, Exactly how was it that he knew then? Her eyes snapped back to the Mandalorian then to Devrim. She let out a hysteric laugh. "You hear that Devvy? Apparently we're rebels now." She said with amusement, accentuating the word rebels as if it was some foreign concept. It wasn't much but it was all Valerie could think of on the spot. She usually never got herself into a situation such as this. The stakes of this deal had gone up dramatically. If this Mandalorian would not be dissuading from the fact that they were rebels, protocol called for more... Drastic measures.

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[Devrim Wolfe]

For the time being, Devrim remained silent and allowed the others to speak first. He took the time to observe the Mandalorian's appearance without his helmet. The broad-shouldered rebel, arms folded as he leaned against the wall, took special note of the tattoo emblazoned across the neck of this "Wyatt Blue". Or Solus, as he corrected himself. ⋮⋮ Interesting, ⋮⋮ Devrim mused. ⋮⋮ So it was Clan Solus that was hitting Iziz. I wonder if they got what they were after. ⋮⋮ Despite being offered a seat and his companions taking them, Devrim waved a hand to politely decline. Upon getting to business, he was mildly surprised to hear Wyatt mentioning a rebel cell. None of the members present had mentioned anything of the sort to the Mandalorian — therefore he was making assumptions or perhaps throwing claims to get a reaction from them all. Remaining deadpan, Devrim let Cora correct Wyatt before continuing to answer his next question.

"Supplies are cheaper and easier to acquire here on Savareen," he added. "The Empire imposes too many regulations on what equipment and supplies medical centers can and can't use — often underfunding hospitals in favour of their military." He chuckled in tandem with Valerie's comment, though said nothing else on the subject. In the end, it wasn't really the Mandalorian's business what his buyers used the supplies for.

"The Medriaas Marauder you say?" Devrim commented offhandedly, maintaining his cool demeanor. "I suppose that title carries a reputation for success. We need someone who will deliver. Consistently." He may have unintentionally come off as rude, but this was the heart of business. In the end, they had clear mutually aligned interests. "Let's steer clear of politics and motives here. You're here to give us supplies, and we're here to pay you in return." Hopefully they could end these negotiations with a positive outcome. That's what everyone really wanted in the end anyway.

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[Wyatt Kebiin-Solus]

'Whatever your company is or the company you keep is truly none of my business, I simply wanted to make sure you three aren't third party buyers for the Sith... The circles you talk in are far too elaborate for that."

Wyatt said, content he had learned enough to make more educated guesses in the future. He leaned in on the table and pulled out a data-pad, opened an application and scrolled for a minute before turning it round and offering it forward.

"This is the current stock I have, all of it is for sale and not all of it is medical supplies. Things come and go regularly but there is a core handful of items that will traditionally always be in stock. You said you needed medical supplies and a variety of them, now I can provide those consistently no problem. But moving them to a planet isn't enough to go on folks."

Wyatt said while looking the three over and giving a solid nod of reassurance to 'Devvy' when he spoke about dependability, and returned his gaze to the woman leading negotiations from her end.

"I can tell you that if you let me know what you're looking to get your hands on to start, medical supplies and whatever else you might need to compensate for that imperial military budget. I can run the long-term venture by my contacts and see if I can find a pilot with a big enough ship to get things to you; I can set up the meeting but working out those details is on you. Oh and my prices are also on the sheet there, you'll have to negotiate goods transportation costs with whomever I can dig up once you give me an idea of volume."

This situation was turning out to be more lucrative than some little cell looking for some blasters and kolto or a collector looking for outlawed species, this was an actual business deal and Wyatt hoped he hadn't over promised anything yet... Most of his smugglers didn't own larger ships but he might know one. He said this sliding the data-pad toward the group and getting up, it had all the contact info needed to get in touch with him if they decided to.

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