A New Oasis

[Kurt Meyer]

Allecto City

Kurt had never been to Allecto City, a place that had for all intense and purposes sprung up out of the middle of nowhere.

The idea of it wasn't too foreign in the galaxy, and in a way the city itself made perfect sense for Tatooine. Generally there were two things that attracted people to his homeworld. The first was anonymity. Unlike on Coruscant, Corellia, or even Nar Shaddaa no one gave a flying kark about who you were on Tatooine. There was no real government, no real oversight, and nothing that was looking for you.

It was why most people came here in the first.

The second reason wasn't too dissimilar from the first, in fact Kurt would have told anyone they were related. It was the black market, the ability to buy practically anything you could dream of...as long as you knew the right person.

Allecto City was no different in either of those aspects. The ancient crashed Star Destroyer had been transformed into a thriving hub of unknown criminals and black marketeers practically over night. It was amazing in it's own way, and as Kurt wandered down the 'streets' of the city he couldn't help but recognize some of the same people that he had seen growing up in the rungs of Mos Espa.

It was odd, but good.

Tatooine was growing in it's own little way, and somehow the people managed to survive.

"I need the dockmaster...the guy who owns the hangar bays over there." He doubted that Allecto actually had anything similar to a Dock Master, but someone had to own the space. The Toydarian that he had asked stared at him for a moment, grumbled something under his breath and then pointed towards a Cantina right across the street from the hangar. "Thanks."

Kurt said with a wave, smiling and heading into the small establishment.

 

[Culver Yardley]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

Culver had just finished raiding some moister farms, about 300 miles away from his position. He sold everything he stole and decided to rest at a cantina near the black market.

At the time Culver came, he was still wearing his recently bought personal armor. After a couple of drinks in the cantina, Culver walked over to a booth in the corner and took out a holo-projector. He was scrolling through multiple missions and rewards nearby. Time is money and money is life. Culver hoped he can find something interesting to do before he left Tatooine.

 

[Vereshin]

(OOC: I've never joined an open thread before and have no idea what I'm doing. I hope we can have some fun!)

The travels of a wayward intellectual were seldom expected.

Light between shades flickered above windows, drawing Vereshin's eyes to their discrete motion as they concealed the faces within establishments of ill-repute. Brushing back his sleeve, he looked at the time on his comlink and expected the arrival of his pilot. A briefcase hung in his grasp and grew heavy amidst the heat, the contents of which remained a mystery to his contact who had pressured him for answers. He bit the end of his cigarra and paced, exchanging eye contact with individuals of every species and profession he could imagine.

Vereshin looked at the time again. The pilot who had arranged to escort him off-world was already late. Discarding the cigarra beneath his shoe, he peeled his eyes for Laita and walked swiftly through the crowd. A crashed star destroyer, fashioned into a cantina stood above passing rogues with Vereshin among them. He kept to the wall of the massive ship and caught a pair of yellow lekku disappearing into a crevice behind the cantina door. He quickened his feet as he followed the sway of Laita's head appendage and caught her in a tunnel around the corner of the door.

She stood with her blaster pointed to Vereshin's face.

"Drop the BS, Sith. Hand over the weapons." The yellow Twi'lek threatened. A bead of sweat escaped behind her goggles as her brow furrowed in apparent anger. The gun trembled in her grasp as she clicked the trigger.

"I am not a Sith." Vereshin stood unmoved. The line of his mouth remained fixed in a cold glare as he flexed his fingers in preparation.

"You're a karking liar!" Laita cried beneath her breath.

"I didn't say I wasn't one of those." As Vereshin cooed, Laita pulled the trigger. A shot rang above above head as he fell to his knees in the sand. The briefcase dropped and she made a move for the handle beneath the dust.

As he leaped to his feet, Vereshin gripped the space between Laita and himself, freezing her where she stood and holding her entire body in the Force. He watched her twitch with fruitless hope, struggling amidst the imminent regret towards defying him. He cough, shaking the dust from his head and concentrating. He crushed her windpipe as blood erupted from her mouth. The woman slumped against the wall, falling lifeless into the sand. With a frustrated sigh, Vereshin retrieved her weapon and made away with the briefcase in hand.

He was in need of a new pilot and a dealer interested in explosives imbued with the Force.

Gripping the edge of the tunnel, Vereshin turned around the corner and entered the door of the cantina. The trail of jazz music accompanied the swish of his long, trench coat as he looked around for anybody he could trust. There was an armored man at the bar, with whom he exchanged a glance and sat beside. Hailing the bartender, he ordered a shot and rested a hand on his fist. Sweat gathered between his palm and the case full of weapon, which he rested by his feet.

[member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Culver Yardley"]

 

[Kurt Meyer]

(No problem man, just wing it!)
[member="Vereshin"] | [member="Culver Yardley"]

The cantina was about as murky as it could get, but that wasn't all that uncommon when it came to places like this on Tatooine. Smoke, the scent of booze, and even a little bit of spice clung to the air as Kurt stepped into the bar. His nose wrinkled slightly, but it was not in disgust or distaste, rather as if he was taking on an oddly familiar scent.

Though Allecto had only recently sprung into life, Cantinas like this one were all too common in both Mos Eisley and Mos Espa. Just from looking around the room Kurt could recognize all the different type of folk that hung around here, pirates, smugglers, and...an odd man in armor. The former Courier frowned slightly as he saw the other man, though shrugged. Bounty Hunters and the like weren't uncommon on Tatooine either, and he figured the man was one of them.

Made sense after all.

With no hesitation Kurt made his way to the bar, standing next to the man that had just come in. The former Courier flashed him a smile, but didn't say anything. Instead he flagged down the bar-tender, a rough looking Twi'lek with a large scar across his cheek. "I'm looking for a woman, Allena, she said she'd be here?"

The bar keeper frowned for a moment, as if not understanding the question.

"She owns one of the hangars around here..." Recognition dawned on the mans face.

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"Not been here a while, usually pops in around evening though."​

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Allecto City​

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Fiolette knew places like this, like Allecto City.

They were a great way to get lost, and a great way to get into trouble.

Of course, it always depended on how you presented yourself. The Galidraani thought about taking on a disguise or even using a fake name but in the end, she decided to come as she was. She dressed down into desert combat fatigues her hair had been dyed. No longer was she a blonde but now a redhead with dog tags that hung around her neck attached to a loose chain as she rolled out the cigarello against the counter of the cantina. One of the great things about this place, no one cared who you were and that was all part of the allure. Fiolette wanted to get away and hide from the galaxy, she lit the brown stick and brought it to her lips and inhaled the sin of its scent. Allowed the smoke to brush strokes of black across her lungs as she exhaled, she overheard [member="Kurt Meyer"] asking for someone who owned a hangar.

It only gave her an idea.

Allecto would make for a great hideaway for more than just a former grand admiral of the First Order.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Vereshin"] | [member="Culver Yardley"]

Poodoo.

Well that was sort of unfortunate. He hadn't expected to be here past sunset, but now it seemed like he would have to be. A frown settled on his lips for a moment, and slowly Kurt glanced down at the chrono setting on his wrist. He mused for a second. "Alright, Tatooine Sunset, please."

He would just have to wait here.

The idea wasn't exactly ideal. Ever since childhood Kurt had tried to stay out of the cities of Tatooine over night. It was a mix of superstition and knowing exactly how his homeworld could get. Night time on Tatooine was cold, rough, and filled with bad ideas. That was what happened when criminals and scoundrels of all sorts gathered around one another, drinking and trying to forget past and current worries. Perhaps Allecto was different, but Kurt doubted it.

A sigh escaped him.

He shifted slightly, glancing down the row of seats besides him.

Again he recognized no one at the bar, though a few of them looked somewhat...out of place. One man was rather sweaty, and there was a woman who seemed far too composed for a place like Tatooine. The former Courier mused for a second, eyeing them before the barkeep came back and placed his drink in front of him.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Allecto City​

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Fiolette let the smooth crisp tobacco slip down and coat her lungs, and as she exhaled the woman felt the relief that it brought. She held the cigarillo in one hand her elbow on the table while the smoke from it wafted into the air dissipated without a second thought. In her other hand, she held a small glass of Shimia Whiskey, aged in an all natural wooden barrel for at least forty years. The two rocks in the center clinked against the glass as she swirled it. Fiolette brought the glass to her lips and drank the burn of the golden-hued liquid sailed down the back of her throat. She brought her lips together and then exhaled again, the Galidraani set her whiskey on the counter and took another drag.

The former grand admiral took a look at her surroundings, she noted the sweaty man and a younger man but the rest seemed to fade from her view. Turning her gaze away she went back to focus on the bottles of alcohol behind the barkeep. The type of jazz that played reminded her of the old womp rat holes she and her fellow sailors back in the Atrisian Empire would scuttle too. Pub after pub they went, drinking until they could no more remember their names than they could what it was they drank. Ah, but life is wasted on the youth, Fiolette was fond of those days and as she took another swig of whiskey the woman wanted no part of those days. Not any longer, no, now she would settle for a peaceful evening and a little corporate scheming but nothing more.

[member="Kurt Meyer"] | [member="Vereshin"] | [member="Culver Yardley"]

 

[Culver Yardley]

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Kurt Meyer"] | [member="Vereshin"]

After some heavy drinking and being bored, an idiotic plan came to Culver's head. His head was still completely buzzed so Culver was having a hard time getting up from his seat. Eventually, he was able to get up but took 3 minutes. Culver then whispered to his suit...

"Begin load..loading the... Cough ..weapon systems."

Chink! Chink! Chink! Chink! Vrom!

Culver walked outside the cantina in an ungraceful form. The twin suns beat down upon him in his armor, luckily the armor was equipped with an automatic cooling system. He took the side double rockets on his right wrist and aimed it at a building across the cantina. Anyone can see how stupid it is, but this is what Culver was thinking...

"If I destroy that building, I will make money! I like money! Then I can spend it on more drinks!"

Boom! Pfffssshh!

The building was on fire and part of it had already come down. Culver took the side double rockets on his left wrist and fired them too at the building.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Culver Yardley"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Vereshin"]

"What the hell?" The words came out of Kurt's mouth as the entire Cantina suddenly shook, his drink half spilling as it rocked against the counter top. His eyes bugged for a moment and he looked around the room.

Half of the patrons inside were attempting to ignore whatever had caused the ruckus, as was usual for Tatooine, but the other half were more than a little curious. A frown settled on the former Courier's lips for a moment, and he thought about remaining in the former group. Eventually however curiosity got the better of him and with a loud sigh he grabbed his drink and finished it. He had time to kill anyway before his contact got here, and maybe this would turn out to be interesting.

He turned on his heel, heading towards the door only to be met with a blast of heat.

"Wh-" Kurt found the words dying in his throat as flames suddenly bounded through the doorway, the fire having already jumped from one building to the next. "Kark!"

The courier yelled as he bounced back on his heels.

Whether the armored man had intended it or not, this section of Allecto was mostly constructed out of synthetic materials. That meant the place was more than a little flammable, worse, there had been no building codes or anything of the sort. The fire would spread quickly, sure it would stop once it reached the city proper but out here? Out here there would be chaos.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Allecto City​

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Admittedly, Fiolette had been one of those patrons.

As an officer within the Atrisian Empire, you learned to roll with these sort of things. As a civilian who watched her glass of whiskey stutter across the counter and then smash against the floor of the cantina. it meant getting to her feet and investigating. She strode past some of the other patrons in the cantina who continued to go about their business as if it was a regular occurrence, this - letting a madman wreck the city. Fiolette reached the door just where the young man stood and where destruction greeted her just the same. She had to concur with him, kark was certainly one of the words caught in her throat and at once while some panicked and wanted for an end to the madness. She saw it as an opportunity, of course, even an investment would only be worth so much.

"Excuse me," she said with a soft tone, squeezing by [member="Kurt Meyer"] to head in the opposite direction of the blaze.

[member="Culver Yardley"] | [member="Vereshin"]

 

[Sebastian Thel]

From the corner of the cantina, Sebastian watched in silence as Vereshin strode and rested the case of Force-imbued explosives beside the bar stool. Shifting in discomfort, he peered through the crowd of beings, diverse by every race and mechanical design. His search for the depraved physicist had brought him to the edge of nowhere. Sebsatian was well out of his midst.

Sipping a glass of water, which he was sure contained grains of sand, Sebastian rose from his seat and began the arduous task of finding a path through the crowd. At the bar, he saw a face which he had hardly expected to find, somebody familiar in a place so strange. Seated beside Vereshin was Kurt, one of the students from Sebastian's university.

"We've met before." Sebastian whispered to Kurt as he sat between himself and Vereshin. "The man sitting beside me is a Sith Lord." He leaned in and spoke quietly, trying not to attract any attention.

As Sebastian spoke, he felt the stool he sat on shake. Glasses clattered against each other and alcohol was spilled over the tables as the entire building surged with a ferocious impact. Sebastian held his breath for as long as he could, then released. Was the building under attacked by some idiotic mercenary? In his state of panic, he turned around and grabbed the case by Vereshin's feet.

When Sebastian wrapped his fingers around the handle, a pallid, skeletal hand was placed upon his fingers, the skin cold as ice. He looked into the glowing, green eyes of Vereshin, who stared him down with malicious intent.

"You don't want to do that, Thel." The Sith Lord hissed. Sebastian's entire body quivered with a fear projected from an otherworldly realm. Vereshin gripped his very essence and caused an unbridled state of dread, causing him to reel backwards and release his hand from the case. Before the Sith could harm him further, flames erupted from the front of the cantina.

Both of them were thrown off their seats with the force of the explosion. Sebastian fell to his knees and ducked, grabbing his head as debris was flung over the patrons. Before his eyes, Vereshin rose to his feet with the case in hand and apparated into a cloud of opaque energy, crashing through the front of the building and soaring into space. Sebastian stood with his eyes wide. He had never seen such magic. With Vereshin and the weapons out of his reach, his only intention was survival.

Sebastian met Kurt with another woman at the doorway. As she brushed by, she did not seem at all bothered by the explosion. Sebastian gripped his hair and shook his head, trying to think amidst the noise. The equations escaped his head, muddling into balls of indiscernible numbers, of which he could make no sense.

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Kurt Meyer"], [member="Culver Yardley"]

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Allecto City​

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[member="Sebastian Thel"] | [member="Kurt Meyer"]​

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"It's our luck then," Fiolette commented on the call, "the fires will destroy most of the city. We can come in with the assistance, after all, we did just help the Galactic Alliance with Thyferra."

She drew on the Black Label Cigarra and let out a ring of blue smoke, "yes, please send Task Force 648. Have the Nightbloods ready to go with their equipment and we can begin establishing ourselves here on Tatooine, which is all well and good so long as we do not become Jakku."

A nod.

"Fair point, t'was always a wasteland perhaps worse than Jakku, but it shall be our wastelands, no?" Fiolette tipped the ashes of her cigarra into the sand and looked over her shoulder to watch as the conflagration consume most in its wake. What did not fold into it immediately would do so with time. She had been looking at Tatooine for the location of a secondary bunker but with the fire? Well. She was in for more than just a bunker, who didn't appreciate a free piece of real estate - free was perhaps not the right choice in words. "No it shouldn't take long, but the fires need to either burn themselves out or be put out, either way, I'll be off to establish the beacons for landing."

Fiolette cut the call and stood quite a distance from where the cantina was, safely tucked away from the blaze she still recalled the young man there. He reminded her of her son, before she cut him off from their family. A small pang ran through her chest but she dismissed it, it was time to get down to business.

 

[Eliza Steele]

Allecto City
~making way into city from Landing Bay 29
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"I know, I know... It's hot, sand gets everywhere, and Tatooine is not your favorite port of call," Eliza retorted quickly, raising a gloved hand to stall any more whining after hearing a rather snarky growl from her hairy co-pilot as the two disembarked from the Corellian Dawn.

"But I got a good feeling about this place, Rahl. Supposed to be the up and coming desert hideaway on this Force forsaken planet for business centered people like us," she turned her dark head and winked up at the sandy brown-furred Wookiee that towered over the petite smuggler as they walked into the shade of the crashed Imp Star that the desert city was built in, on, and around. The next set of growls in Shyriiwook were much more to Eliza's liking. The long time smuggling partners at least were on the same page when it came to making credits.

It was rather nice having an eight foot walking carpet to help clear the way through the crowded market, though never underestimate the diminutive Corellisi due to her short stature. Under Steele's spacer attire, she was all muscle with one hell of a fiery edge. A quick draw and a scrappy fighter, one didn't want to cross the full-blooded Corellian.

​After the duo spent a few minutes figuring out what sold in general and what didn't, it was time to wet their whistles and maybe find someone to do business with. A cantina entrance was just a few steps away when suddenly there was a loud explosion that shook the ground as a cloud of flames and debris shot up toward the twin sun-filled sky.

"What in the nine Corellian hells.... " Eliza exclaimed as her hand instinctively gripped the DL-44 heavy blaster pistol slung low in a holster off the smuggler's shapely right hip as dark chocolate eyes scanned the area for any more 'excitement' coming their way.

"Best get back to the ship in case we need to move her real fast like, buddy... I'll stay here and see what's going on," the Corellisi spoke directly with a pat to the Wookiee's broad chest, then the petite smuggler looked to the patrons coming out of the cantina.

"Not quite the fireworks display the visitor's guide said to expect," she smirked with a shrug.

[member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Sebastian Thel"] [member="Kurt Meyer"] [member="Culver Yardley"]

 

[Progflaw99]

*99 bottles of rye on the wall, 99 bottles of rye,​

take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of rye on the wall*​

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Life hadn't treated Denn poorly exactly, but he'd certainly had better days. In fact, the hangover he was dealing with as he stumbled from bedroom to bathroom reminded him he wasn't quite as young as he used to be. *Well ain't that quaint...* he thought wryly. Last night had been a bit of a blur. Sabacc, Dejarik, and then some other game - he couldn't remember through the fog of the whisky. *I really gotta stop doing that.* He'd said it before a million times, but this time he meant it. Well, he'd meant it before too, but something about the liquor always brought him back. Bracing himself against the sink, he shook his head. *Mistake.* Gritting his teeth, he immediately regretted that.

A few splashes of cold water on his face, and a couple gulps of water from the spout had him right as rain - or at least as awake and sober as he was going to get. A quick glance at the digital clock on the wall told him he'd nearly overslept. *Places to be, things to do.* A few minutes later and blaster snug in its holster, Denn stepped out into the sun, the wide brim of the hat upon his head saving his eyes from what would have been almost unethical treatment otherwise. Taking a deep breath, he began to retrace his steps from last night, first a left, then a right. He thought he remembered that orange speeder, and it didn't look like it had moved - that's when he caught sight of something he'd not expected in a million years, or rather someone he'd not expected. *Is that... no - that would be impossible.* He recognized that gait, the subtle sway of the hips, the way her shoulders were held. Almost tripping over a small Rodian, his gaze was averted for a moment and by the time he looked back up he caught a trailing glimpse of the woman as she turned around a corner.

Denn was compelled to follow, picking up his feet and fighting through the gentle wave of nausea that passed over him as he entered a fast walk.

[member="Eliza Steele"]

 

[Sebastian Thel]

The fire roared out of every crevice as Sebastian sprinted towards the exit. Smugglers drew their weapons and looked around for the culprit, while the wandering savant was only keen to run as far away from the blaze as possible. The woman speaking into her communicator maintained a tone of intent, causing Sebastian to avoid her steely gaze out of habitual mistrust. He staggered out of the exit and panted, kicking up sand as he moved further away from the burning cantina.

For all he knew, Sebastian was lost, a wayward mathematician on the far edges of the galaxy. Walking for a short distance, he scanned the area for a pilot or smuggler who could transport him off-world. A petite woman wearing the attire of a spacer stood in front of the building with a hand on her blaster. She exclaimed with a shrug and Sebastian could only agree as he stood beside her.

"No kidding." He said as he ran a hand through his hair, making the pin-straight strands even more disheveled in the process. He noted her attire for a moment and assumed that she must have been a smuggler. A pause followed between them as he turned around and prepared to speak.

"Say, do you have a ship?" He asked as another man slowly approached. "I'm looking for a transport off-world and I can pay, with either credits or work." Eyeing the other outlaw with a wary gaze, Sebastian swallowed a gulp as he awaited the woman's response.

"Do you know him?" He inquired about the man staggering forward, who seemed to have his gazed fixed on the woman. Sebastian wondered if they were acquaintances or friends of years gone by.

[member="Eliza Steele"], [member="Denn Ralto"]

 

[Eliza Steele]

w/[member="Denn Ralto"] [member="Sebastian Thel"]
in vicinity [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Kurt Meyer"]

Eliza gave the young man the one over. The skinny kid was definitely not a smuggler nor seemed to be the scoundrel type either... So that made the Corellian wonder just what he was doing in a place like this, and why he might want off world in such a rush; the fire or something else spook the fella.

"Yes siree... Captain of the Corellian Dawn, and I do take paying customers if you make it worth my while. Where abouts you wanna get to?" the brunette inquired of [member="Sebastian Thel"].

Picking up on the guy's sudden nervousness when he gulped and wary gaze went past her shoulder, the petite smuggler turned her dark head to spot the one and only [member="Denn Ralto"]. Gods how Eliza had missed that man, but at the same time cursed the day they met cause he made the Corellian beauty take her eye off of the prize.... Grikk was still a thorn in her side to this day.

"That I do," Steele nodded back to Thel, then the fiery Corellisi rested her thumbs atop the gun belt slung low off her shapely hips, sporting a wryly smile in the approaching gunslinger's direction.

The tall, dark, and rugged space cowboy was a sight for sore eyes though from their past encounter on Nar Shaddaa, Eliza remembered a much more memorable form. From Denn's bedraggled appearance, he must be nursing one hell of a hangover... And was that blood or lip stick on his tunic's collar? Knowing him, probably both!

"Well look what the krayt dragon dragged in off the desert... Long time no see, Ralto," Lizzy greeted with a playful smirk.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Oh what in the flaming hell of two suns was going on now.

Kurt had completely lost track of himself somehow and he was just about on the verge of just booking it out of the city and never coming back. The option was certainly tempting, and as the fire was still raging he thought it might be the best one.

That was if he could even get out.

His speeder had been parked a little ways away from the city itself, tucked beneath a rock so he didn't have to worry about anyone stealing it. Tatooine might have been his home, but he never underestimated the genius of the various thieves and scum that hung around here. He frowned slightly, glancing back towards the fire as he turned a corner and let out a heavy breath. A hand went to his face, and he slowly rubbed the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Why can't things just ever go quietly."

A sigh escaped him.

Tatooine wasn't exactly known for it's safety, but come on!

Allecto was a brand new city on the Desert world, and he'd thought that it would at least have it's poodoo together enough to keep from burning down. He glanced over where he had made his stop, spotting a few people that he'd seen in the cantina and a few others he had not. A second later he heard the loud roar of repulsor engines above his head. The former Courier half turned, spotting a large vessel with the markings of Nari the Hutt, the slug currently 'in charge' of the city.

[member="Eliza Steele"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"] | [member="Denn Ralto"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]​

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

Allecto City​

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[member="Kurt Meyer"] | [member="Eliza Steele"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"] | @Denn Ralto | [member="Danger Arceneau"]​

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"It'll take time for the task force to arrive the trip from Botajef here will not simply happen in one go, and until then." Fiolette mused, "alternatively..."

Her voice trailed as she watched a rather impressive vessel for this side of Tatooine go by. She took out her holo again, "Reroute Task Force 648 to our Shimia office, and get me a representative for Arceneau Trade Company, now." She recalled when the Confederacy was set on taking this wasteland from the Galactic Empire that Danger Arceneau had a say in it, rather, had a say in protecting her assets. And if Primo Victoria wanted a legitimate claim on Allecto who better than to rub elbows with than ATC? Oh, she was sure she could reach out to some scoundrel or another but for now, she needed one scoundrel or three to help take what she wanted. But for the moment, she was more curious, "right can't exactly fit in with the locals in this."

Fiolette tucked her holo away and looked down at her outfit and pushed her lips to the side, she left to find someone or another to swap clothes with. Sure the fabric would be wasted but she could afford another suit, but she could not afford to pass up the opportunity of taking a city. Relatively speaking, she wouldn't want an entire city - but a place to build? Yes, that she did want. Once she had swapped clothing and was sure she looked as poor as the next smuggler she set out in the direction of that vessel.

 

[Alisha'ven]

Mos Eisley

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[member="Kurt Meyer"] | [member="Eliza Steele"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"] | @Denn Ralto | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"]​

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The call Fiolette Yvarro would reach to Alisha'ven, a Rutian Twi'lek in charge of the operations for Arceneau Trade and its affiliates on Tatooine. She could be considered to be Danger's right hand woman, the former slave dancer had risen up the ranks to be the second most powerful woman in the Arceneau conglomerate.

When notice of Yvarro's call was made, it was Alisha who took it. Situated at Mos Eisley, the vast trade port Arceneau Trade had built was her current location. Allecto almost clear across halfway across the planet from it.

"Miz. Yvarro -- what a pleasant surprise." more of an intrigue. Why contact Arceneau Trade here? While parts of Tatooine may be under ATC's purview, it was still as wild and as savage of a world as ever. If someone wanted to hide, they could do so in No Man's land of the Jundland Wastes. There were cities scattered here and there that were controlled by various Hutts or even other criminal organizations.

Who current rulled over Allecto was Nari the Hutt, and from what Arceneau Trade had heard, ruled it wit a tight fist. Saffron had been dispatched to discuss business with a representative on hers; there were claims of high fuel costs.

However, she had yet to check in yet. Who was she to know that Kurt's friend had managed to set off a riot elsewhere on Allecto that had them now both on the run.

 

[Progflaw99]

Interacting with: [member="Eliza Steele"] | [member="Sebastian Thel"]​

Nearby: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Kurt Meyer"]
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Narrowing eyes, he knew for certain whom he'd seen - her voice rang clear in his otherwise befuddled mind. With a wince and a subtle smirk, he took a deep breath and gathered himself. The hangover wasn't going to win today. It only took him a few long strides before he'd reached the other two, it looked like the two ahead of himself knew each other in some capacity.

"You think I look rough, you should see the Krayt Dragon." he said, suppressing a wince.

Saddling up to the two, Denn rest his palm lazily on the hilt of his own blaster. An eyebrow raised, Denn gave the other fellow a once over, head to toe. *Must be looking for something.* What it was he didn't know, but if he was talking to Eliza he suspected nothing good could come of it - that girl had an obsession with crazy, or a deathwish. *Maybe both* he mused.'

"Don't mean to interrupt." He said, glancing towards the woman before extending his hand to the other man. "Denn Ralto, pleased to make your acquaintance."

It had been - , oh he couldn't remember how long since he'd last seen Eliza. She was a quick one. Never long for one place or another - at least that's the way he'd assumed. He'd known the woman was trouble from the first time he'd set eyes on her and yet here they were again.

"So - You just arriving or just leaving?" He said, eyes moving from one to the other of the two.