Coruscant
Thel had initially been unsure about trying to take on the contract when he heard about it. But the number of credits was too tempting to turn down. Fortunately, no one else seemed to have taken up the opportunity.
The contract involved obtaining a rather strange object from a wealthy collector on Coruscant. He wasn’t sure why someone would want it, based off the description of it, but then people do say that art is subjective…
It had taken some work to prepare the heist. First, he had managed to secure the cooperation of a disgruntled security officer working in the building that contained the object. His name was Dyspen Sybul. He had the perfect combination of gullibility and greed. Thel had tempted him by promising a large share of the 100,000 on offer. It was a promise that Thel had no intention of honouring.
The inside man wasn’t enough. The other important factor was hiring a mercenary who could help with completing the heist. He had been somewhat vague in the job description he placed, but he did make it clear that the job would involve stealing an object of considerable value. He also made it clear that there would be a reward of 50,000 upon successful completion of the job. Unlike with Dyspen, Thel had no intention of double-crossing the mercenary he hired. They would get paid. He hadn’t given any clear indicators as to his identity, except that he was called Xeros. Contact was soon made with someone by the name of Aska Ryun and they eventually agreed to take on the job.
Ryun was instructed to meet at an address in a rather rundown part of the lower levels on Coruscant. A small shabby apartment belonging to Dyspen. Completely different to the grand tower on the upper level, which housed the object they were after. Thel stood waiting by the window. He was dressed in his black robes, cloak and leather boots. His lightsaber was concealed by his cloak. Dyspen was sat on a couch, near the door.
“So, when is the other one turning up then? Thought you hired a professional.” All Dyspen seemed to do was complain. “They’ll be here soon. Don’t worry.”
@Tulos