Ask Traitor Joe's Warehouse

[Lom Tolsite]

Traitor Joe's Warehouse​

We need a private area to produce our spice. The back of a cantina won't work. We don't have the resources to set up a mobile lab yet. This station is a mess of warehouses and entire districts of workshops. There's an old Pyke who owns a warehouse here on Kafrene but he abandoned the Pyke cause after Kessel. He's unwilling to work with us and has even threatened to turn us into the authorities if we don't leave. Take him out and we can assume ownership from those who can't tell Pyke apart. He knows we're here and will likely have security or even law enforcement on standby.​

"What are you looking at sleemo?" Lom spat at a passing Rodian merchant, who was doing his best to not look at the gang of Pykes loitering on the street corner. Since the gang had started upping their activities on the world, downtown Kafrene had become a rough place. "I'm talking to you grey-skin." he stepped forward, blocking the Rodian from walking any further, his hand dropped to a knife on his belt.

"What'ya go there, you moving food through Pyke streets?" he snarled, pulling back the cover the Rodians cart, to reveal a crate of Jogan Fruit. "That'll be fifty credits for a day pass." he sneered behind his mask, as the Rodian huffed and handed the money over. Lom let the man pass, before stepping back to lean on the wall with the rest of his cronies, as he waited for his colleagues to arrive, and commence today's mission.

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

Traitors. Tysjor couldn’t stand them.

In his mind, a Pyke was a Pyke. It was something to be proud of, so why try to be anyone else? It was true that as of late, the Pykes had been struggling. The loss of Kessel had been a harsh blow to the syndicate, but it was certainly not enough to knock it out of the game. Now, things were changing for the better, and the Pyke they were looking for today refused to see it.

The traitor had refused to give them access to his warehouse to set up a mobile lab, turning himself into an enemy of the syndicate. Naturally, he would have to be taken out, and Tysjor was part of the mission to do it. And he would do it gladly.

As he approached the meeting point, he noticed that Lom was already there, looking as if he were talking to a Rodian. Things didn’t seem to be going in the latter’s favor, and soon credits had been given to the Pyke. Just as it should be. This was their land, and even if it wasn’t it would be soon.

“Lom.” Tysjor gave the other Pyke a nod in greeting and came to stand at his side. They would be waiting for another, who would surely be arriving soon. And soon afterwards, that warehouse would be theirs.

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[Kist Ke'kolu]

Credits. The sole reason Kist found himself on Kafrene. Why else would he have come to such a seedy place. The whispers of a power struggle had made their way to his elongated ears and when such a struggle exists...bring weapons. That is exactly what Kist had done on his latest smuggling run that landed him on this very station. With the "goods" successfully past security and sold off to the highest bidder it was now time to look for further opportunities or get the hell off this rock. However, the air was brimming with tension now that the Pykes were looking for a new stronghold. While most might look at this as sign of impending chaos, Kist only saw opportunity.

It wasn't really his style to take on mercenary work, but the Pykes were paying well and Kist needed the introduction. If this syndicate was to be the new power here he wanted to be on "friendly" terms. The target: another Pyke that had abandoned the cause and was holding out on much needed warehouse space. His contacts: a couple of scoundrels by the name of Lom and Tysjor. With a grace and ease Kist made his way through the crowded street like water flowing through rocks. Had any of these poor dregs had anything worth taking he might have even picked a pocket or two, but it was best to stay focused on the mission at hand.

A slight commotion would draw his attention to the Pykes he was scheduled to meet. Apparently he was not the only one looking to squeeze a few extra credits out of the day as one of them shook down a passing Rodian. Something he would have considered himself if he had the physical presence or the muscle to do so. All in due time. "Greetings." Kist said with a nod to the other two. "How shall we proceed?" He cut right to the chase. No need to waste time on pleasantries. Slowly, as to not spook his newfound partners, he opened the front of his trench coat to reveal a utility belt full of options.

There was a holster that carried his Blurgg-1120 Blaster. A loud approach he did not favor, but would oblige if need be. Also visible was his Port Scanner for slicing locks or cutting power supplies, which made his CZ-MF Headset for low light operations and covert communications pretty handy. To finish off his kit there was also a P-0-TC Surveillance Droid if they wanted a little recon first. "We've got options." He offered to the other two.

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[Lom Tolsite]

"Tysjor " Lom nodded as the first Pyke approached, and again at the second. "We have many options certainly, direct force is my preferred route." he replied to the second of the new arrivals. That being said, he certainly looked like he knew what he was doing, and so the Pyke indulged him. "What course of action would you suggest we take?" he asked of both of them.

 

[Tysjor Maspat]

Tysjor gave a curt nod to the newcomer at his greeting, and noted the various pieces of equipment he had brought with him. Having options would do them well, and the Pyke would be content with whatever plan that would bring about the traitor’s death. As long as the warehouse ended up in their hands, he didn’t care how they did it.

Tysjor nodded at Lom’s statement about a direct takeover. “I agree. He has had plenty of time to change his mind, and he still has not. It is time we show him what the Pykes are capable of.” He curled his fingers into a fist. “However, we should know what we are up against first.” Looking over at Kist, the Pyke’s attention was drawn to the surveillance droid.

“You think you could get us an inside look of the place? See how many guards there are? We know he is expecting us.”

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[Kist Ke'kolu]

A shame that this Pyke in question had to die. No no. There was no moral objection from Kist, it was just always easier to bleed someone of credits when they could actually still earn them, but that's the way things went. There would always be some that would refuse to see the way things were. To pick the losing side based off some ridiculous sense of values or just plain stubbornness. What a waste of earning potential. If this Pyke had any brains in that long head of his he would have just accepted this syndicate's rule and laid in wait. Plotting, planning, and twisting the situation to benefit himself. To put a plan into action and consolidate power over time. Then, with precise execution and a masters stroke, make your move and take it all for yourself! Some just simply had no vision. Kist blinked away the thought as it threatened to get carried away. There was a Pyke that needed killing.

Kist understood the move. An example needed to be made for them to move their syndicate's agenda along and he needed the credits for his own, but it made him slightly uncomfortable to go in guns blazing. Lom and Tysjor may be willing to die for the cause, but this Bothan still had plans that very much required living. At least his partners seemed open to a little recon first. "Understood." Kist let the other two he knew what needed to be done. "And yes, the droid can provide surveillance before we make our move." A warehouse like this was sure to have a ventilation shaft of some kind. Kist removed the droid from his belt a let it float silently up into the air. Then he pulled his data pad to assure the connection was viable. With another nod to his partners he confirmed he was ready. "Droid, infiltrate and scan the facility."

The droid was efficient and it wouldn't take long for it to find its way into the warehouse, clinging to the ceiling to avoid detection but providing a clear video feed of what the trio was soon to face. Lom and Tysjor could easily lean in to see for themselves, but Kist would narrate nonetheless. "The building is pretty straight forward." This meant no sectioned off or roomed areas except for an office in the back of the facility. There were plenty of crates, metal boxes and pallets full of goods to provide cover which would lend well to a tactical assault. "One rear exit." A potential escape route that would have to be dealt with. "A group of three, small arms only, near the entrance." That being one standard sized door as well as a cargo bay with a blast door. "Two more half way back, blaster rifles. One armored, heavy blaster near the office. Looks like the mark is holed up inside the office. Droid, standby." They had as much info as they could gain. Now, time for a plan of action.

"I can slice either one of the entrance doors." Kist offered. "And I can have the droid fry the lock on the rear exit to prevent escape. I can handle a blaster, but the two of you should take point if that's agreeable." The Bothan could handle surveillance and tech, but he would have to lean on his partners for how best to execute the assault. Not to mention it gave him a much better chance of bailing if the situation soured.

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