To Kill a Marquis

[Saint]

It wasn't uncommon for the Outlander Club to have gladiatorial fights from time to time in the lower levels. Tonite was one of those nights. Deacon Nash had reserved a private club box for those he had contacted previously for a job. They would have an excellent view of the games, culminating in a match between an especially nasty Aqualish who had a reputation of exceptionally wicked cunning, and a brutal Trandoshan who was known to just physically beat the holy living piss out of her opponents, dominating them by sheer stength alone!

The club box had nice, padded theatre-style seating, two rows, that looked directly over the arena below through mirrored glass. It was also large enough to contain a decently-sized lounge area, where a few nerf-hide leather couches sat around a glowing crystal coffee table. A darkly-stained wooden table was opposite of the couches, large enough to seat eight comfortably around its square sides.

Against the wall where the entry was sat a kitchenette with a warmer, fridge, sink, cabinets and a full oven. Opposite the kitchenette was a self-serving bar. A number of local intoxicants had been set out and Deacon was enjoying a Galaxy Rush, a drink he had just been introduced to only weeks prior. Off to the side was a console where gamblers could place their bets on the games below as well as whatever racing games were on the holoscreens.

While nobody had yet arrived, Deacon went over the scheme of maneuver and concept of operations. Seemed he had contacted and selected a most capable lot of individuals. Soon would be the time that they would all be put to the test. He pursed his lips as his tongue clicked behind closed teeth. He had revealed himself to be the lead administrator for Red-Eye Dragon Contracting Inc. Hopefully with this mission, it would stir him up some more business along with a good reputation that ideally, would reach the ears of some higher ups.

Only time would tell on that one. Well, time and the success of this mission. Hopeful success that was. Nothing was ever too easy or guaranteed in this line of work.

 

[Saint]

When everyone had gathered, it seemed that they were all ready to talk business rather than socialize over drinks and watch the games below. That was fine with Deacon, though somewhat of a waste of credits in securing the box. He'd remember this for next time these folks gathered together for another mission. He had bouties on the Bogan as well, so depending on the success of this mission, he might call these same folks together to assist with that sometime in the future.

Gathering around the large coffee table, Deacon brought up the blue prints (in hologram format) of the 'palace', if you could call it that, where the Marquis made residence. Gesturing towards the hologram, he began, "Alright, so we all know what we're here for. The target is one Marquis Gabriel Djibril. As I understand the intel I've recovered, he'll be home around this time with no real events going on that would cause a beef-up in security."

Gesturing towards the pilots, Deacon went on, "Now our pilots here have a good route in an' out is what I'm told, so that part is solid." He turned towards those who would form the martial arm of this operation, gesturing towards the palace, he continued, "Seems we have a few different options regarding an avenue of approach, though I will say, that once we draw closer to the Marquis' personal chambers, they pretty much constrict us to these two entries."

With that, he gestured both towards the main door to the bedchamber and also a shaft that seemed to come in over the refresher, most likely so that moisture wouldn't build up in there. Either way though, they were sure to meet some resistance. One didn't just waltz into a Hutt palace and assassinate the boss-man without expecting some kind of interference. Turning back to face the small group, he inquired, "Any questions, comments, or concerns about the task at hand? I'm open to suggestion if you think of a slick way to get us in an' outta there all crafty-like."

 

[Demiurge]

As far as low level cantinas and bars went, the Outlander's Club was one of the less scum-infested places around. Oh, it had its smugglers, thieves, bounty hunters, out of work mercenaries, who could only be as bad as imagined, seeing as these were war times. But the greatest advantage for places for one to get lost in is that it provides an unassuming haven for those wishing not to be found, or to avoid attracting the attention of others.

This was one such time. EvE agents had been dispatched to deep Republic Space to meet with a courier, a transport to the Outer Rim Regions. Despite the beefed up security around the politicians, the Republic Core was easily one of the foremost choice areas to stay and remain concealed. Or for a place of meeting. And as luck would have it, it was so, on this day. Caelus was one of the EvE agents dispatched to take part in an independent operation, involved in targeting a Hutt Marquis.

A private box in the club was reserved for the invited participants. Of course, EvE dictates secrecy over all else, thus Caelus took on the pseudonym of 'Lex Valcon', and appeared disguised as the typical bounty hunter. He wore a long white hooded coat and robe, with the white hood barely revealing his lower face. He fashioned an ammunition strip belted diagonally across his torso, vambraces forged from lanthanide-duralium alloy, a utility belt, two songsteel katanas, and a SKB-19 Bellicus Heavy Cannon, which doubled as a heavy slugthrower and blaster rifle.

As 'Lex' entered the private room, ignoring the gladiatorial match commencing within his proximity, he took his place by a wall, deciding against sitting down, and carefully began to quickly examine everyone in attendance. Eventually, the apparent orchestrator, Deacon Nash, a gangster of sorts, began to speak the overview of his plan. Initially, Caelus didn't think much of most anyone in the room, but Deacon was different, strange. It was like his presence was slippery, foggy, like he was barely there... or that something was concealing him. If Caelus hadn't known he was there already and seen him, he may very well have escaped his notice altogether.

Caelus watched the palace blueprints and took mental notes of it as Deacon talked about the plan. Many Scryers had eidetic memories, if not naturally, then honed through training. "What of the resistance?" Caelus started, ''Is there any information on how many guards there are, or their patrol routes?"

 

[Saint]

"What of the resistance?" the one dressed in white named Lex inquired. ''Is there any information on how many guards there are, or their patrol routes?" Deacon's gaze was drawn to him as he spoke. He had an impressive look about him, like someone you really didn't want to mess with. Playing the part was just as important as executing it. This merc put off an aura that was sure to intimidate his opponent and put some fear into his mind.

Gesturing back towards the hologram, Deke began to expound on what intel he did have. "Mostly the guards are Gamorreans, Nikto, and Klatooinians. Some humans. As the Marquis is not a Hutt, there is a lack of Vodran protectorate, thus making our job a bit easier." Pointing towards a few open areas, he added, "An' don't forget about the Frog-Dogs. They look like pets, but they are adept spies an' assassins. So ensure you keep on yer guard if'n you see one."

With that, Deke's fingers alighted over a small datapad, bringing up a screen of info floating alongside the hologram of the palace. Waving a finger up and down along the data, Deacon went on, "The roaming guards are inconsistent at best in their rounds of the palace. Sure, they have set times where they should start huffing it around, but they get distracted easily with each other and aren't well disciplined. Their routes too, we have a general idea of what they should be, or close to it, but don't expect them to stick to that. I wouldn't bet my life on it."

Looking over the group, especially those of the martial arm, he continued, "But make no mistake, they are -quite- lethal in close combat. We're trespassing onto their turf here. They have the home field advantage. It's not like we're the first ones to try an' attempt an assassination on their boss-man 'ere." Fingering his way along a hallway within the hologram, Deacon added, "And we'll mostly be in tight quarters. Hard t'dodge their battle-axes in a hallway. Silence and surprise will be key."

Someone made an inquiry as to when they would be striking. Deke quirked a bit of a crooked grin as he replied, "We'll be making our move a couple, two-three hours b'fore dawn. Unlike Republic outposts, our contact says that these guys like to stay up -way- late into the night, usually calling it quits around two-three in the mornin', if not later. I endeavor to make our move an hour after they've turned in. Give 'em time to get into tha' good, deep sleep, then we should hav' less t'mess with, not t'mention, the guards'll be close to th' ends of their shifts. An' mos' of you know what yer like towards th' end of a shift, 'specially if you drew tha' first watch... Heh."

Glancing about the crew, he ended with, "Anyone hav' anything else? If not, we'll go 'head an' load up." Then, turning towards Lex Valcon, Deacon pointed with two fingers as he inquired, "Answer yer question good enough for ya Lex?" If anyone needed to be clear on what they were getting into, it would be the martial arm of the operation. That piece was the most critical. One screw-up there, and it could cost the mission... or a life, the wrong life.

 

[jacobburns]

jacob entered the cantina fully dressed in his armor. he walked in with a stern and intimidating stance. of course he didn't need to be scary but in this occupation one cannot afford to show even a slight measure of weakness. his walk stopped. he stood still with a calm demeanor. the whole bar pauses for a minute as they observed the legend enter.
"get back to your own business" jacob said. his voice echoed through the quit building. his voice crackled and deep due to his helmet. the people of the bar then began to ignore jacob moving back to whatever it is they were doing.
jacob walked over to the bar. he sat onto the glass stool and looked around as he was waiting for the tender. he looked over to the arena. he smiles behind his mask as he watches the mindless violence. "can i help you" the man behind the counter said
jacob looks over to the man and without saying a word the bartender knew what he was ther for. he pressed a button under the bar and walked jacob over to a secret room.
as jacob entered the door was closed behind him. he then walked up the stairs and into a room full of all kinds of people. all of them looking as cut throet as himself.
jacob sat down at one of the chairs and leaned back. relaxing his feet on a small table.


jacob listened with boredom. he hated this part of a mission. patience was never his strong suit. he got everything that was important and tried to memories it.
and then they were all asked if they had any questions.
"ha! you will find no questions here bud. you see all i do is shoot. you want a guy dead no problem" he leans forward. "cuss personally im just here to shoot things and cause damage"

ooc: i edited my charicter if you want to see the changes go here
http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?p=665380#post665380

 

[Hideous]

While everyone waited for the orchestrator of the operation to reveal his plan for how things should go down, Izumi chose to do so on one of the couches in the lounge. She'd opted to go with her stealth suit for this particular mission, which she was currently wearing minus the helmet, as she'd left it near the door along with most of her weapons. Sitting with one leg crossed over the other, she discreetly flipped through the pages of a trendy lifestyle magazine. Obviously, she was simultaneously observing everyone else in the room despite being very subtle about it, as she assumed most of the others were probably doing as well.

Nobody could put together a ragtag group of mercenaries without suspicion, egos and tempers running amok, so Izumi wanted to know as much about the people that she was dealing with as she could before things went sour, just in case they did. If things did happen to go downhill, at least she could theoretically count on Caelus to have her back. Even so, one could never be too certain.

Glancing up from her reading material every so often, Izumi saw a good deal of tough guy posturing going around, which was of course far from unexpected in such circumstances. Had there been some sort of gauge that could measure the amount of testosterone built up within the room, it would most certainly have exploded from the overload. She didn't really mind it though, since she actually preferred hanging with the guys rather than members of her own gender most of the time. Izumi chose to stay out of the flexing contest, though, as she was perfectly happy to prove herself when they actually got to the Marquis' palace and didn't feel the overwhelming need to do so before that.

Once Deacon activated the hologram projector which displayed the palace's blueprints, Izumi tossed her magazine on the nearby coffee table and got up to join the others. She'd seen countless similar building and defense plans before, so after spending a few seconds getting a feel for the general layout, she started looking for more subtle details while Deacon explained the obvious. She would have thought it to be unnecessary, but after hearing the brute in the black and red armor speak, she conceded that it was probably a good idea to cover some of the basics. The man's simpleton mentality made Izumi cringe a little bit on the inside, but she still reminded herself that somebody like him did have his uses and was not to be underestimated. She wouldn't be expecting any tactical genius from him either, so it was all about tempering her expectations.

"Good to go when you are," she responded to Deacon's question simply while her eyes continued to scan the hologram methodically. Planning was great and all, but there was only so much that could be done when guard routes and behaviors were sporadic and random. Circumstances like that required some real time thinking and strategizing, which Izumi happened to have a knack for, so she was actually looking forward to arriving on site and getting the ball rolling.

 

[Saint]

Deacon smirked at Jacob as he spoke. The heavily-armored mercenary seemed more like an armed thug than anything. Just the type of player Deke needed in an operation like this; someone who wasn't afraid to get in the mix and pull the trigger. If only he had about a dozen more like him... then he'd feel -much- better about the whole thing. Too many brains in an operation and things would get screwy.

The woman in the stealth suit made it clear that she was ready, and it seemed that Lex had his question suitably answered. That was it then!! Clapping his hands together, Deacon responded, "Alright then, if that's it, we'll go 'head an' load up an' head out." Nodding over towards the two Uhj Tehja pilots, Deacon continued, "Our pilots here a'ready have us a solid entry an' exit plan, as they have som' experience in the area."

He was being modest for their sake, not wanting to entirely flaunt their operation all over as that would most likely not be a welcome thing. They weren't exactly smugglers, but rather, wanted to keep their entire operation pretty secretive. That seemed to be a recurrent theme in these ops he had sub-contracted out to various groups. Like himself, he doubted anyone here was representing who they -truly- worked for... huh.

Gesturing towards the door, Deacon addressed the two operatives from Uhj Tehja, "Go 'head an' lead the way. We're good here an' ready t'move." Already, in his mind, Deke was pre-planning and pre-positioning who would do what and where. If anyone was to provide overwatch, or a guarding type position, he'd have it be the merc. As for Lex and the woman in white (whose name he didn't know as of yet), they would most likely be working together, perhaps with Deacon, as they trio snuck in and made the kill.

Deacon would -have- to make it into the Marquis' chambers at some point, as there was a message he intended to leave for the Hutts. They'd been mettling in Black Sun affairs too much of late, and now, a point would be made, not only for the Republic, but also for the Black Sun. Two birds; one stone. Deke enjoyed his line of work.

((Whoever posts next, feel free to have us board and take off))

 

[jacobburns]

jacob looked over to this assassin. jacob was surprised. he already acknowledged everyone in the room but he didnt notice her till now. as if she was never there at all. he looked at the girl across the room. in his experience jacob new that the more beautiful a women was. the more dangerous they turn out to be. if that's true she is the most dangerous person in the room. jacob barely heard deacon when he told them to follow the pilots. jacob got up slowly and was the last one out of the room. they walked back into the bar and in a group formation they enter another secret room that turned out to be a hanger bay. they all then entered the space craft that will take them in and out. hopefully without difficulty because jacob didnt feel like incinerating in a explosion or suffocating in the deep dark fringes of space. believe it or not but jacob never liked space travel. he was always paranoid about all the dangers of space travel.
they were all given a quick tour of the ship so that they wouldn't get lost. and then they took off. jacob was in the lounge drinking some kinda alcohol. he did not know what it was but didn't care. just as long as it keeps his anxiety down a notch and he doesn't affect the mission. he sat in a red stool in front of the bar. and just waited for something to do before they began there mission.

 

[Saint]

Once they were in hyperspace, Deacon decided to let them all in on exactly just what planet they were heading to. Even the pilots weren't made aware as of yet, their specialty being a path in and out of Hutt space undetected. From there, they would head to... "Kessel... that's where we're heading," Deacon addressed the would-be assassins as they flew in relative comfort on one of the Uhj Tahja's vessels. It wasn't the most luxurious of spacecrafts, but it was certainly mid-upper crust, heh. That made the space travel that much more bearable.

Looking over those about the small table, Deacon further added, "And we've arranged it so that our arrival coincides with a weekend of gladiatorial games at the Kessendra Stadium. This should prove beneficial to our cause I think, in that there's a better chance for security... faults and hiccups during such an event than normal operating conditions." Pulling up the hologram once again of the 'palace' as it was called, Deke began show the details of a plan to infiltrate. Quirking his one good eyebrow, he inquired, "Anyone have any suggestions on getting closer to the Marquis than just trying to sneak in and out? I'm open if there's a viable option out there."

He wondered briefly if someone would suggest trying to post as one of the Marquis' guards. That sort of thing typically just didn't work. Deacon had seen it tried time and again. A person didn't just -happen- to get assigned as a personal bodyguard or as part of a security detail for folks like the Marquis on a whim. No, they were typically hand-selected from Soldiers and grunts alike that had proven themselves loyal and faithful after years of devoted service. Shoot, the Hutts even had the Vodran race believing that they were gods... thus taking their dedication to their deity's safety to a whole new level!! It was impressive really. Impressive.

((If nobody wants to do any further character development from here, then after 36 hours from this post, go ahead and have us arriving at Kessel and commencing with the mission. I'll do so around 48 if nobody else does by then.))

 

[jacobburns]

jacob looked over the hollogram......"hmmm the plan does seem solid and full proof but what if the guards are not asleep. what if things go wronge? what then?"
ooc:sorry it aint all that long but it was only a question

 

[Saint]

Grunting humoredly, Deacon replied, "Uhhh... perhaps I haven't made myself clear. The guards won't be asleep. Well... unless we're extremely lucky, which is HIGHLY unlikely." Pointing down at different points on the hologram, Deke continued, "Make no mistake. There'll be resistance and most likely some combative encounters. The idea is to minimize and avoid those, slipping in and slipping out without too much notice."

Tapping the side of his fist against the top of the table, Deke added, "It'd be a -bad- thing if the entirety of their security forces were to be alerted to our presence and respond in full force. A -very- bad thing." Looking over fully at Jacob, Deacon went on, "This isn't just a hit-and-run type of mission here. No, this thing is going to take time. We may be there a few hours... maybe a few days. YOU need to be prepared mentally for either, just in case."

((If nobody wants to do any further character development from here, then after 20 hours from this post, go ahead and have us arriving at Kessel and commencing with the mission. I'll do so around 32 if nobody else does by then.))

 

[Hideous]

Having nothing better to do, and also since it could be rather useful, Izumi decided to join in on the continuation of the tactical discussion. Deacon had left the whole thing very open ended, not really coming up with any sort of concrete plan himself. She liked that, since it allowed the mercenaries to craft something that was well suited to them instead. The risk, as usual, was that if egos collided then the discussions would probably not yield excellent results. '

Izumi couldn't help but smirk slightly as their employer responded to Jacob, particularly because of what he said near the end. "Days, really? Are you planning a siege that we're unaware of? All kidding aside, though, we should aim to wrap things up sooner rather than later. Don't want to loiter around Hutt territory and end up with an entire military battalion dropping in on us or something, wouldn't you agree?" Having given her opinion on that matter, Izumi continued observing the hologram for a few more seconds before suggesting a strategy.

It was very bare bones stuff, having been concocted in less than a minute, but the group had time to refine it to their liking if they did indeed end up choosing it. "Let's keep this simple. We split up into two teams. Alpha team hits from the opposite end of the palace, making sure to be as loud and violent as possible. The more explosions, the better. I think we've got a few boys here who would do a very good job at sowing some chaos." Her gaze stopped on Jacob for a moment as the corners of her lips moved just barely enough to form a very slight smile.

"Once things start to go boom, most of the guards will flock towards the diversion while only a handful escort the Marquis to safety. Beta team cuts them off so we don't have to deal with them all at once after they're already entrenched, and then we get our man." Izumi's hands dexterously worked in tandem to move the holographic projection around, zoom in and out as well as point things out while she talked. "The boys at the diversionary battle will probably need help by then, so we go back through the building and hit the remaining guards from behind. We don't need to kill every last one of them, just keep them suppressed long enough to make our escape."

"So, you guys up for it?" she asked the group, though she didn't really expect anyone except perhaps Caelus - or Lex, rather - to offer any alternative plans. Speaking of which, it was about time that she came up with her own alias that the others could know her as. "Oh, and you can call me Hana, by the way." Izumi would have apologized for her manners, but she doubted that her current company cared much about such things to begin with.

 

[jacobburns]

"well hana i like the plan. ill be more then happy to lead a distraction team. hell id be better off. im not a very discrete person haha" "well any way it is nice to make your acquaintance hana. i am jacob" he said as he walked up to her and shook her hand.

 

[Saint]

Deacon listened to the other two for a moment, then sat up a bit straighter, looking first over his right shoulder behind him, then his left. Next he leaned forward against the table, looking straight to the right, then straight to the left. Perking his eyebrows, he lifted his chin to peer behind whoever was sitting opposite from him at the table. Furrowing his brow, he grunted to himself as he seemed to be staring through the hologram, focusing on nothing in particular.

After a few moments, he spoke up, "I'm not sure if you all have noticed this or not, but uh... we're the only four on this craft." Pausing only a moment, his gaze panned over the four before continuing, "In fact, we're the only four on this mission." Pointing down at the table top, he thumped the point of his finger against it for a bit of emphasis, again, attempting to meet the gaze of those who were looking at him.

Clearing his throat a bit, he went on, "Now you both talk about straight out engaging the guards, causing diversions and fighting through all that... well... I find that rather suicidal m'self." Shrugging his shoulders he looked over at Jacob first, "Now if you want to -be- the distraction team, and draw all that blaster fire and those Gamorrean battle axes to you, then great. I'll be sure to afford you the opportunity t'do that." Shaking his head, he continued, "But I'm not going to commit anyone to fight through the dozens of guards there will be to help rescue your ass."

Nodding over towards Hana, Deacon went on, "The whole goal of this is to slip in and out un-noticed." Shaking his head, he continued, "Meaning that ideally, we won't have to fight anyone, or at least as -FEW- as possible." He sat back as he went on to explain, "I said it -may- take days, and that was taking it to an extreme, but it very well could if we have to play out a certain role while we're there."

Gesturing down towards where the cockpit was, Deke stated, "With the pilots we have, we could very well be a smuggling crew looking to make some creds by sneaking spice from the mines of Kessel into Republic space." Turning his attention back to those about the table, he went on, "That'd give us some time to get a bit of an idea of exactly what we'd be dealing with. Let us do a little slick recon. It's not like we're wearing Republic military uniforms that they'll spot us right off."

Sitting back, he gestured towards the hologram and data, "With the games they have going on, I suggest we try to discreetly observe their security measures, get a better idea of what we're dealing with, then make our strike either the following morning, or even the next day after... depending on what we turn up and decide." Raising his hands partially up to either side, he went on, "Why would an entire military battalion drop in on us if we're just looking to negotiate a deal for some spice, load it up, and smuggle it on out? That's day t'day operations at Kessel, heh."

Pursing his lips, he added finally, gesturing towards Hana and Lex, "Hana and Lex, you two were selected to be the knife that slips into the back of the Marquis." Gesturing over towards Jacob, he went on, "Jacob, you'll keep by the ship, hopefully loading up spice but keeping close to your heavy weaponry in case we need to make a quick get away." Laying a hand over his chest, Deke finished with, "Myself, I was jus' gonna float a bit, be our eyes on the inside as the dagger slips in to cut the Marquis' throat." Quirking an eyebrow, he inquired, "That a solid enough plan for ya'll?"

He hoped that it would be. The idea of -any- type of direct assault, be it diversionary or whatnot, did not sit well with Deacon Nash. This was suppose to be an assassination. Slip in. Slip out. Slip away. Maybe get some spice outta the deal too, heh...

 

[jacobburns]

"hmm i see." jacob took off his helmet. he sat down and took a deep breath.
"that makes it all a bit difficult for me. but ah well beggars cant be choosers. i will just
have to try and make this plan work for me" "well if we are to blend in it will be a bit easier on me. i do have a bit of a reputation so they mite hire me in for a few days. but on the other hand we could allso attemt a stealthy move and sneak in. so we can ice this marquise. in the end it's a majority vote. and i vote for a stealth mission and not a long drawn out trust game to kill him"

 

[Saint]

Shaking his head, Deke replied to Jacob, "No Jacob, you wouldn't be working for THEM to load spice onto freighters. You'd be working for US... loading spice that WE buy onto this freighter." He gave the merc a quick wink, trying to reassure him. Continuing, he added as he gestured towards the ramp, "While Lex and Hana are sneaking in, makin' to kill the Marquis, you'll be playing your part, loading up spice onto this freighter. Spice that we've purchased from the Hutts to smuggle into Republic space."

Turning fully to look at Jacob, Deacon went on, clearing his throat a bit first, "So you'll be our back-up, sitting here loading spice, and if we come hauling ass out to the ship, you grab the biggest weapon you got, and just start shooting at anything that follows out after us. Clear?" He quirked an inquisitive eyebrow at the merc. Hopefully, Deke had explained his plan better this time. :D

 

[Demiurge]

Caelus chuckled aloud as he listened to the excessive planning some were suggesting. For a ragtag group, some of the ideas were uncharacteristically extravagant. Standing upright from leaning against the wall, Caelus began walking closer toward the group as he talked, "Alright, any schutta knows that no plan survives hard contact. The moment the firefight starts, almost any strategic plan goes to hell. The strategy need to be open ended enough to make room for constant adaption, otherwise half these karkers won't know what the kriff they're gonna do when something - anything - goes wrong... and trust me, something will."

Caelus then turned to look at some of the others in the room, "We need to focus on tactics. This isn't a war, it's an incursion. If there's going to be any kind of chance, it needs to be organized into two objectives. So far, we know our ultimate objective is the Marquis, and that's fine as it is. Our immediate objective is going to change as our situation changes - making traps, setting up explosives, splitting up, ambushes, or anything else the circumstances demand."

 

[jacobburns]

"ok as long as i get paid and we all get out alive ill follow you" jacob said to deke.
jaob thinks to himself for a second. this may work. but i hope i get to do something usefull. im beginning to feel like im just a stage hand. none the less whoever gets in there hopefully they get out alive. if they do ill just have to buy them a drink.

 

[Saint]

Nodding his head as he listened for a few moments, Deacon conceded, "Alright, yeah, we can place some smoke-screamers that may be triggered remotely." Pursing his lips, he went on, gesturing towards Jacob, "Jake an' I'll place 'em, while you an' Hana get into position." Glancing over at Jake, he quirked an inquisitive eyebrow as he went on, "If we don' need 'em at the end... then we don' need 'em and it's a small loss in comparison t'mission accomplishment and a -very- nice payday."

A soft tone of sorts began to sound, alerting those in the back that they would soon be dropping out of hyperspace. Once that happened, it would only be a short while before they had boots on ground. Hopefully nobody would try anything silly that would risk exposing their cover as potential spice smugglers. At least that part was an easy sell. Making their way into the palace and assassinating the Marquis... well, that would prove to be -much- more difficult. Much more.

((Next person feel free to post us arriving at Kessel, even having us dock and being registered as spice smugglers.))

 

[Hideous]

"My apologies, I went ahead and assumed that the pilots doubled as mercs as well, and that hiring such a large team meant you wanted to cause some damage. If it was just a quick in and out kill, you should have just hired me or Lex, would have saved you some credits too," Izumi winked playfully at Deacon. "But your plan suits me just fine, much more than my own did, funnily enough." As it turned out, she'd been overthinking the whole situation, which turned out to be nothing more than the most usual of jobs despite the unusual crew.

She wasn't quite sure why EvE had preferred to mingle with third parties for this assignment in particular rather than employing scryers only, but they probably had their reasons. In that case, she would either find out whenever they deemed it necessary or never at all, so there was no point stressing over it. Besides, the audible cues giving away their imminent arrival on Kessel caused Izumi's thoughts to shift back to the upcoming mission. Adrenaline was already starting to kick in, and she was excited to get started.

It wasn't long until the pilots landed the ship in one of Kessendra's spaceports, skillfully gliding it down without a hitch. As everyone got out and walked down the ramp, Izumi took a quick moment to take in the sight, not that there was very much to it. Then again, she wasn't expecting anything too esthetically pleasing after seeing what Kessel itself looked like from orbit. Everything was dull and drab, clearly designed with practicality and little else in mind, which made perfect sense considering the planet was basically only known for its prisons and its exploitation of spice mines. Not exactly the type of place that would attract tourists or settlers, all things considered. "We'll leave the talking to you," Izumi said while patting Deacon on the shoulder, noticing that port officials and their escorts were already on route towards them.