Private A River Beneath The Moon

[Alora Vizsla]

Ordinarily, Alora didn't wear her helmet everywhere or all the time like many other Mandalorians. Gambit griped about it, but she liked feeling the wind on her face and blowing through her hair. Plus, people underestimated her all the time when they saw this 'cute little thing' before them with all the smiles and honeyed eyes. Yeah, she totally played up the angles. Why not? If they were dumb enough to get taken in by her looks, or thought to start something giving her an excuse to end it...

But Nar Shaddaa? Alora wore her helmet. Not that it had the traditional T-visor, of course. Nothing about Alora was traditional. It'd started as a rebellious youth before Mandalore fell long ago, but now it was simply who and what she was. Literally, in some respect. Not that most people knew it. Not that Alora went out of her way to tell anyone. People got squirrelly when you told them. Which was kind of funny considering how many cybernetic prosthetics some people had these days.

Dressed in her Mandalorian armor and sporting twin disruptor pistols at her hips, people gave the silver woman her space. That was a nice thing about the armor -- and the helmet -- was people were worried because they couldn't tell if you were happy or enraged without seeing your face. With her load out it was definitely safer to mind your own business. On a moon like this that was quite the time saver. Even if she had to pull a disruptor once in a blue moon when a clueless or drug-fiend thought to lurch in her direction.

Maybe she could find a job in one of the nearby clubs. Lots of Crime Lords on Nar Shaddaa needed work done for them. Getting something in or out of a place. Paid well. Kept Gambit ready to go.

Yuri Maji​

 

[Yuri Maji]

The trip to Nar Shaddaa had turned out to be a lot more lucrative than Yuri expected. He only spent a few days with the Fleet before business called him back to the smuggler's moon. Everyone needed weapons, and it just so happened that there was no shortage of customers looking for something newer than a crate of worn-out surplus blasters dating back to the civil war.

And thus the Hound was seated across one such customer, a bulbous twi'lek looking to step up his gang's lethality in the Outer Rim. His armour was covered nicely by a long coat and his helmet sat neatly tucked against his side. He held a composed, cool grin as the negotiations kicked off. The story was always the same, bulk discount with half upfront. The only difference was that, in this particular instance, the customer was far too eager.

"Look, man. Twenty-five is way too big for the amount you're lookin' at getting." Yuri argued, leaning back to light a smoke. The tailhead sat forward, a small vein pressed against his forehead. "Don't kid yourself, schutta, you're not selling a Nubian yacht. If you don't like it-"

"-You'll take your business elsewhere?" Yuri cut him off with a demeaning laugh. "You ain't got the upper hand here, Garloc, and nobody else is willin' to deal with a glorified group of thugs. The Hutts weren't so uptight." Smoke rolled from his nostrils as a daring grin took hold. The satisfaction of watching the tailhead squirm was a difficult one to beat, they needed the Hound's guns. But an odd scent stole Yuri's attention.

A familiar scent.

The business became secondary as he looked around the club, trying to figure out where the scent was coming from. Garloc was complaining further but Yuri paid him no mind. Not until the priming of a blaster echoed from the other side of the table. Eyes closed, Yuri had to suppress a snarl as he turned to face the twi'lek again. "That's brave." He remarked, smoke billowing between them from a stiff breath.

Alora Vizsla

 

[Alora Vizsla]

"What's his tab?"

A synth'd voice of a woman asked as a figure had drawn nearer amongst a small group of people circled the bar. The hawkish violet scar across the helm was angled toward Garloc while she was off to one side of the table.

"That's how much his life is worth."

Only polite to pay the dead man's tab after you blew them away, right? Pissing off the bartender before you even got a drink was no way to go clubbing on Nar Shaddaa. Alora's hands rested atop the butts of her pistols still in their sheathes. Even if the Twi'lek got a shot off Alora was confident her armor would stand up to it. Couldn't say the same about the man's head -- assuming Yuri didn't get him first.

Maybe they'd conclude whatever business Yuri had been setting up and get to live to see morning though. It was known to happen. Not everyone chose the smart move, however, even when you made it dreadfully obvious what the alternative was.

Yuri Maji​

 

[Yuri Maji]

Peering past the seething tailhead, Yuri finally found his mark. Her armour was unmistakeable, even when swarmed by the various characters of Nar Shaddaa, though he couldn't divert his full attention to her just yet. At this range, the kingpin had the Hound in a bit of a bind. "You ain't gonna disrespect me and just walk away, mutt." The man practically growled.

Yuri's hands were raised off the table on instinct, golden eyes flicking between Alora and the Twi'lek as he contemplated his options. She had his back, he could always trust her for that, but the pistol in his face had to be taken care of first. His mind raced through the options, trying to figure out a play that wouldn't immediately turn the whole club against the two Mandalorians. The options were slim.

"You arrogant karkin'-"

A bang split the air, followed immediately by the shriek of a blaster.

The club went silent. Apart from the music, everyone's attention turned to the commotion. The bulbous tailhead was slumped over the table, his gun-hand still braced in Yuri's grasp a safe distance from his mug. One of the body guards was first to react, but a quick shift from Yuri's knee sent his last rocket dart into the man's gut. The last bodyguard in his immediate vicinity was sent flying into the crowd on the dancefloor with a wail of the Hound's repulsor.

As if a dam broke, the whole club turned into a stampede with some drawing weapons and the rest scrambling to get through the singular exits around the place. <"Time to go!"> Yuri barked at Alora in Mando'a, slipping on his helmet as he tumbled out of the booth. War and Peace were already drawn, safeties off and ready to fire as he forced his way through the crowd towards his auntie. One of the late gangster's men tried to grab him, but a shot at his gut and head left him slumped on the floor. The exits were all crowded and the rest of the gangsters, gunslingers and mercenaries all converged to turn the club into a nightmarish shoot-out. All around them, the innocent bystanders trampled and fought their way to the exits in a desperate rush to safety.

"The windows!" Yuri managed to call out before getting tackled to the floor. A vibroblade skidded across his cuirass, stopped just in time before Yuri's assailant could reach his throat. But the Hound was pinned, unable to bring his weapons to bear while fighting against the overwhelming weight of the man on top of him.

Alora Vizsla

 

[Alora Vizsla]

A ping sounded when a blaster bolt ricocheted off Alora's armor. If Yuri had been trying to think of a way not to cause a fuss, she was pretty sure he'd failed successfully. Her helm turned aside as she remark blandly, "Well that was dumb." The rest of the armored woman turned and out slipped the first disruptor. Its high-pitched shriek dropped the first gunslinger that'd taken a pot-shot at her. Her twin was drawn, lifted, and echoed the first in dropping the second that had begun to bring a rifle to bear.

And Alora hadn't set her guns to 'stun.' If someone needed dropped that's what a disruptor was made for. Fortunately for all the 'innocent' people Alora was an excellent shot. Despite being a gearhead and goof at times there'd been a reason for her being among the 'Special Forces' of the Enclave back in the day.

Someone jumped her from the side with a vibroblade. The smarter dumb choice under the circumstances. No one shot a Mandalorian. Get in close, try to get the tip of a blade in a gap that was a good play. Insanely risky, but you already chose to anger a murder-beetle. Alora tossed one of her disruptors as she pulled back to avoid a thrust; her gloved hand snatched it out of the air by the barrel to use it as a hand-ax to hook and control the blade as it was sliced and stabbed at her. Two deflections and then the other disruptor lined up for a gut-shot under their guard.

'Smarter' -- if you were blessed by some deity -- not necessarily smart.

Yuri called out about the windows back he got dumped on the floor. Alora's head snapped to the side to find him trapped under a bear. She already had one disruptor in hand, so Alora stepped closer in order to pistol-whip the man in the head. Yuri could take it from there.

Alora spun around, disruptor flipped back into her grasp, in order to double-tap a particularly large and foul-looking beast with a warhammer in their hands. This was going to get out of hand.

"Let's go." She hoped Yuri would get back on his feet soon. Then they could make for those windows. Absently, she wondered if Yuri had his own jetpack primed for a jump... or if he was going to catch a ride with the one built-in to her suit. Rascal.

Yuri Maji​

 

[Yuri Maji]

The thug was far larger than him, there was no chance at overpowering him. His only saving grace was the angle the man had fallen on him, but even that left him unable to get any weapons pointed at the guy. Over the cacophony around him, he could hear Alora's pistols disintegrating any possible attackers.

The knife was getting closer to his neck as the thug shifted to put his entire weight onto Yuri. Thankfully Alora came to the rescue, knocking his attacker across the head with her pistol. He got his break, finally able to shift his arm and fire a shot at the man with his vambrace's blaster. Safe for the moment, he heaved the corpse off him and scrambled to his feet.

"Let's go."

"On it!" He called out, firing wildly at the windows before launching himself through the opening. He barely got his jetpack alive in time to dodge a speeder blowing past the club.

They were in a skylane.

"Get to the roof!" He called out, barely swerving out of a passing truck. The driver understandably made liberal usage of the loud horn in annoyance, but Yuri wasn't inclined to feel bad in the moment as he flew to safety. He only allowed himself some respite when he touched down on a nearby roof, waiting for his auntie to join him. His helmet was clipped to his belt and a cigarette found its way to his lips, a small celebration for surviving the strange ordeal. He waited patiently for Alora to join him before giving a toothy smile.

"Hey, auntie! Fancy seein' you here." He greeted, preparing himself for the absolute lambasting he expected to receive.

Alora Vizsla

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora exited the building, but just a moment after a gunman started screaming as they plummeted toward whatever bottom awaited them. Her jetpack had ignited while still inside the rapidly-vacated establishment, and she hadn't bothered trying to avoid taking on a passenger. They weren't, however, granted a very long trip.

The silvery figure pivoted and rolled to avoid nearby traffic as she shoved her disruptors back into their holsters. Trajectories. Probabilities. Alora would have liked for it to be more spontaneous, but unlike Yuri she didn't have the luxury of biological 'gut feelings'. She didn't have a gut. Not that most people were aware of that fact.

At Yuri's insistence, Alora soon followed him toward the roof.

She hopped over the edge of the building and landed on her feet like one might step over a curb. As she took a few steps, her hands reached up to lift the helm from her head and tuck it beneath an arm. Forward progress wasn't arrested until she was standing right in front of the young man. Perhaps he thought she was going to hug him, or hit him, or merely get in his face. Whatever he thought, Alora reached up with her free hand to pluck the cigarette from his lips and hold it out before him.

"These'll kill you, you know. Not before the gangsters, of course. Are you still operating alone, Yuri?" Why was the kid always trying to prove something? He had talent. Long as his recklessness didn't actually get him killed long before his time, he might come to see what he had to offer.

Yuri Maji​

 

[Yuri Maji]

Yuri didn't have to wait long for his aunt to join him, she always possessed a nimbleness that the Hound envied for a long time. Her greeting, however, was the last thing he expected. No shouting, no snarky remark, a simple pluck at his cigarette and a warning about the implications of his bad habit. She immediately went for the worried approach.

"We should be so lucky." He remarked, plucking the cigarette from her fingers before throwing his arms around her. The smoke was held away from her, just in case. "Good to see you again!" He greeted warmly, pulling back to flash a proud grin. "Overall, no. Right now, yeah. Had some personal stuff to sort out here. The deal was just a side hustle." He admitted with a shrug, slipping the smoke back between his lips. "Oh, auntie! There's a ton I need to bring you up to speed on." He declared, smiles all the way. Since their last talk, things were going great for a change.

But their reunion was going to have to wait for a moment. Between "Nar Shaddaa's Finest" and the rest of the dead tailhead's gang, the whole area was quickly turning into a hotbed for trouble. Sirens wailed in the distance, unmarked speeders were pulling in with various unsavoury characters climbing out. Their position on the roof was far too exposed. Yuri studied the scene around them for a moment, golden eyes peering over possible exits for them.

"Well, age before beauty! Let's fall back before they see us." The Hound teased with a wave of his hand as he turned to look at Alora.

Alora Vizsla

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Obviously, the pup hadn't heard the subtle admonishment about pissing off the wrong sort of people.

Alora sighed as she hugged Yuri. She was trying to keep him from ending up like his mother. His mother before her boytoy made her something else that could regrow body parts. Yes, yes, regeneration was awesome, what was there to complain about? Well there was a lot of psychological trauma behind all that; and there was no guarantee Yuri got the same do-over opportunity. "Good to see you too."

She shook her head an rolled her honey-brown eyes. "A side hustle." Obviously the kid needed to stick to his day job where there were others to keep blasters out of his face. Just because he could handle himself didn't mean he couldn't use a little external support to help with the handling.

A quick blink and a smile was returned when he said there was news. "Like what?"

Their attention turned toward the sirens, and the answer was forced to wait.

"You know I have disruptors," Alora remarked after Yuri's quip about age. Not that age really mattered, but it was the principle.

Helmet popped back on, she pointed off toward the jungle of Nar Shaddaa's alleyways and buildings. Jetpack ignited, she bolted forward into the air. "If this means Gambit has to come rescue us, I'm looking you in the mechanic's bay while he lectures you." Because Alora wasn't getting that lecture again. She'd lost count how many times he'd told her to be more discrete and not draw unwanted attention to herself.

"Anything else you need to do on this Moon, Yuri?" Might as well ask in case they needed to make their way back to Gambit for a hasty withdrawal.

Yuri Maji​

 

[Yuri Maji]

A laugh barked free at Alora's threat, but he chose against pressing his luck as they prepared to make themselves scarce. Alora took off first with the Hound closely following after her as she led the way. "Oh please, Gambit ain't that unpleasant!" He called back to his aunt. She continued and he shook his head in response.

"Nah, all done. I'll tell my astromech to rendezvous with us as soon as we're clear." He reassured, catching up to fly in formation with Alora. The whole situation they found themselves in had Yuri grinning from ear to ear. A shootout, a daring escape with an AI-operated ship to pick them up, his aunt being in town, he felt like he was in a holofilm.

But they weren't in the clear yet.

Blaster bolts zipped past the two Mandalorians from behind. Trying desperately to catch up to both of them were two blacked out speeders. :: Contact, rear. :: Yuri radioed before tilting back to air-brake straight past the two speeders. Blaster bolts continued to light up the night sky, a few crimson streaks even managed to hit the Hound. But they harmlessly bounced off his armour as he closed in on the trailing speeder.

Soles magnetized to the roof of the speeder as War and Peace cleared their plastoid holsters. Golden bolts hammered into the speeder from above, the twin pistols continued to bark until Yuri knelt down to toss a thermal detonator into the cabin and blast off before the fireball consumed the vehicle. His HUD tracked Alora and the remaining speeder, assessing if she needed help to take care of the last tail.

Alora Vizsla

 

[Alora Vizsla]

"That makes only one of us without a job then." Pup was going to delay Alora finding someone in desperate need of a stealth ship. Not that she was genuinely upset. Always someone needing something out there. Long as whoever Yuri pissed off wasn't well connected. In that case Alora would have to bust out the wheeling-and-dealing; not that she'd give any steep discounts. Few people had a ship like Gam. Like, almost no one. Most stealth ships were only half as good as Gam at best.

Alora probably should have asked who he'd killed is what she thought when Yuri said someone had caught up to them. Seriously, this was a lot of effort for a dead guy in a bar. Maybe it was the club owner all pissy over people shooting up the place. At least that'd be a fair reason to be upset. Not sure if it'd justify all this response though.

With Yuri dealing with his, Alora took to swinging side to side without arresting her momentum. If anything, she made sure to be at high speed. Bolts whizzed by as they tried to get a lock on the uncooperative target. In the meantime, she as busy lining up her attack by analyzing their steering responsiveness.

It only took a few seconds before the jet pack flared in and out as she spun upright in the air and back down facing the way she'd come. Yuri had gone by the speeder like a reasonable person. Alora, however, didn't try. High speed meant the need for insane reflexes to react to a Mandalorian not moving out of the way. Her metal armor punched through the blacked out canopy as they collided.

Magnetized boots hit the deck to bring her upright and in alignment with the speed of the ship. Her disruptor pinged against the two in the back. One pistol was shoved into a holster in order to free up a hand. She punched the control for the rear ramp before she grabbed a metal box nearby. With a magnetic clunk, Alora stepped back to look at the copilot that'd stood up ready to follow her into the back. Alora held up two fingers. "Peace." Boots disengaged, and she fell backward with a slight flare of the rockets to exit the vehicle two seconds before it exploded in a ball of fire and ruin.

They really should consider putting IFF systems in explosives.

::Clear?::

Yuri Maji​

 

[Yuri Maji]

As was expected, Alora didn't need help to dispatch the last speeder. Trailing along with weapons at the ready, Yuri watched with awe as she flew in and crashed through the windshield. He wasn't sure what was happening inside, but a few moments later she flew out and another ball of fire tumbled to the unseen depths below.

:: Clear! Let's get outta here. :: He called back to her, head on a swivel in search of any other pursuers. They were in the clear for now.

Yuri rejoined Alora's flank and flew in formation towards their exit. Waiting for Gambit to arrive, he sent a message to his own ship to stand by for new coordinates. Wherever they ended up, he wanted to make sure he at least had a ride waiting for him once business concluded. Speaking of...

:: Say, auntie! Ya need a hand with anything? My schedule just got a whole lot more open. :: He asked over their shared comms. Sparing a glance at Alora, even she could notice the grin behind the elongated visor of Yuri's helmet. He hoped that there was something to do, the last trip he and his auntie did wasn't the most pleasant one. He was going through a lot back then... and he preferred to forget the experience on the ship they encountered.

For once she could be proud of him and not preach about his bad choices for a change. If he was lucky, he would get to preach to her for a change. He stuck close to Alora's flank with the occasional check behind and around them for any attackers. They were in the clear, all they needed was the pickup.

Alora Vizsla

 

[Alora Vizsla]

:: That depends, Yuri, are you going to shoot someone again? Hard getting jobs out of dead people. :: Alora said half-jokingly. Wasn't like she didn't understand a need for mischief now and again, but it really did make getting loads of credits difficult. :: As it happens, there's a job breaking into a former Black Sun facility, if you're looking to stay local. :: Never hurt to have backup plans. Alright, Gambit helped keep track of posted opportunities in the Deep Reaches of the Net.

A minute later the swept, back wings of Alora's ship emerged out of side street and lined up with the direction of Yuri and Alora's travel. The ramp started to drop to allow the pair to fly into the mechanic's bay in the belly of the ship.

"So, before we get shot at again, are you going to tell me the good news?" Alora removed her helmet after her feet touched the deck. Her honey-brown gaze turned to look over at him. A smirk spread over her lips. "I could strap you down to a table and force you to watch Telehutts, if I have to." An unnecessary threat, but that was the point. The rascal.

Yuri Maji​

 

[Yuri Maji]

The Hound brightened up immediately at the mention of a job. :: Your call, auntie, I'm your helper for the day. :: He remarked with excitement. He brushed her comment over his work off for the moment, though he knew he wasn't going to hear the end of it. His attention was drawn to a ship closing in, relief washing over him when he recognized the hull. Their lift arrived.

The two warriors flew in and touched down. Before Yuri could make himself comfortable, Alora ambushed him with a desire to know about his "good news". He laughed at the threat but waved it off, instead walking over to a nearby bench to set his helmet and jetpack aside. "Impatient, huh?" He teased, giving the hull of the ship a few taps. "Hey, Gam! Ya mind kicking some seats out?" He called out with a smile.

He opened up once they were comfortable. "Oh, auntie. Get this, I got the Ironworks operational again. Took over the family business and got my own design in production already. Plus..." He leaned in with a cool grin. "This mutt ain't single no more." He muttered with a hushed voice to reveal his "secret" to Alora. Naturally, it wasn't the whole story, but it was the major moments over the past year. "Made some friends too. Proper ones this time, I ain't entertainin' moof milkers anymore. I finally got things on track." He declared, leaning back to rest his hands behind his head.

"And you? You've been scarce. Haven't seen you on Kestri in a while." He asked with concern, though his warm grin never faded.

Alora Vizsla

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora was impatient. Galaxy had a way of constantly interrupting, and then Yuri would fly off again. She smiled back at the pup, but inside she was as much a wreck as ever. Maybe it would be nice to hear something other than somewhere she liked had been razed, or someone she knew was now dead. Time was on her side... to torture her with things that would never come again. A little good news wouldn't hurt.

"Hello, Yuri. I suppose I should have a butler droid fetch a drink as well?" Gambit replied at a reasonable level and with a posh attitude from everywhere and nowhere. The offer of calling the Butler was, of course, a sarcastic joke in line with Yuri's request.

Still, Gambit did have a seat unfold from the side of the room as requested. The Mechanic's Bay had to be able to clear everything out of the way for cargo, but also keep it on hand for actual mechanic serving; they'd spent some time adding a dynamic organization to it.

Helmet set aside, Alora busied herself getting them a drink from a cabinet despite Gambit's quip. She paused to look over at him when he said Ironworks was back. A smile touched her lips for a moment. That was good. Good to hear some riffraff hadn't made a mess of things and he needed help clearing them out for what was rightfully his.

A small smile became larger and Alora turned slightly to regard Yuri at The News. She finished pouring and strode over to the seats. A glass was extended out toward Yuri. "Do I get to meet the significant other someday?"

Alora had just lowered herself into the seat next to him when the question came. There was a brief pause before the response. "A lot changed back there, Yuri." A soft snort followed before she turned her head to look over at him. "And we were already on uncertain ground to begin with. Do you know how many good pirate ports they kept blowing up? I was even at some of them at the time the Enforcement Action began. Really karked up a lot of good deals."

"I don't even know if there's a place for me there. Gam an' I got things covered out here." There was no tremor in her voice, but there wasn't a well-spring of enthusiasm either. Certainly not with Gambit occasionally (so as not to nag) prodding Alora to find people to connect with again.

Yuri Maji​

 

[Yuri Maji]

A laugh bubbled up at Gambit's remark. "That would be swell, thanks Gam." He quipped back in good faith. Whether it was Gambit, Alora or himself, refreshments would most certainly be served. But first he had to share the good news. For the first time in a long time he saw a smile on Alora's face that made him practically glow. After years of bad decisions and mistakes, he finally earned a smile of pride from his aunt.

He was beaming when he accepted the glass from her. "Of course, you two would get along like a house on fire." He remarked at Alora's request. Given the myriad of bad ideas she and his mother cooked up in the past, he had no doubts that Vara and Alora would get along.

But the smiles wouldn't last.

He looked at his aunt with concern. Her reasoning was valid, but it felt like there was more behind it. Writing off everyone she knew over a few bad business ventures didn't seem like her style. He took a long sip of his drink as he watched her. "Is that all?" He asked. There was no malice in his voice, he was genuinely concerned for his aunt.

"I mean... that's fair, they karked up some stuff for ya and a few others... but you were loved, Auntie. One of the best damn fighters and flyers there." He continued, sitting up to face her properly. "I'm just worried about you. You've been alone for years now, it's good to have people watchin' your back." He glanced away and took another sip. He didn't want to linger on the negatives, not on a day as good as this. She was a tough nut anyway, she never liked talking about her personal troubles.

He cleared his throat and slumped back in his seat. "So... this job, what's the deets?" He asked, his smile returning.

Alora Vizsla

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora gave Yuri a doubtful look. Either they'd get along great, or one of them would end up burnt to a crisp. That was one way to hedge your bets. She assumed Yuri meant they'd get along though. Doubtful the man would invite her over if there was a guaranteed chance of death. He seemed happy, after all.

"Yeah," Alora leaned back. "But it was like I slowly lost everyone that mattered." If all she had left was business... well, she could do business anywhere in the galaxy. Even Yuri had been busy running around living his life. Usually in trouble, but Alora couldn't live his life for him. "Well, not like I'm allergic to going back." If there were a reason. Maybe people she knew. Yuri probably didn't want her to dwell on this, but Alora had a unique circumstance where losing people was pretty much a constant thing to look forward to. And not a pleasant constant either. Wouldn't hurt to have more than good contractors in her life.

After a drink, Alora looked over at Yuri. "Either we help the Black Sun transport some goods off the Moon while under fire, or we're the one doing the firing. Their influence in the region has waned again, but they're not gone. Still a major influence. Some want a piece of their pie, and I'm partial to helping them get it so the Black Sun doesn't start thinking of expanding out West."

Yuri Maji​

 

[Yuri Maji]

His gaze lingered on his aunt for a long moment as her words hung between them. In hindsight, she had a damn good point about everything, all of her friends were either dead or gone. The ones who remained weren't that close to her to begin with and all the politics from the last decade certainly didn't help anyone's mood. The Hound had no answer for his aunt beyond simply wanting family close.

Yuri sighed, there was no winning with this situation. It was Alora's choice and he couldn't fault her for it.

Instead, Yuri focused on the details on their upcoming job. A visible cringe stretched along the Hound's features at the options presented. Either they helped the gangsters or shot them down by helping other gangsters. He took another sip as he mulled the options over. "Not the kinda job I was expectin'." He remarked. He didn't do that much business with Black Sun anymore, but he still had connections in their ranks that occasionally helped him out.

He sat quietly for a moment, deciding on what to do. "I don't wanna help Black Sun, that much is obvious. But I got connections with 'em that owe me favours. I don't wanna ruin my reputation with 'em." He admitted idly as a hand scratched at his chin. Golden eyes finally looked back at Alora. "If we're feelin' frisky we can do both, ya think of that?" He asked as an ambitious grin took hold. She would already know that the gears were turning in his head.

Alora Vizsla

 

[Alora Vizsla]

Alora regarded Yuri for a moment before she shrugged slightly. Wasn't like she clung to being alone, but just the way things had turned out. Yuri seemed to have his own thing going on, so she didn't feel like moving in on him. Young pup had to have his own space. Wouldn't hurt if she had a space either before she probably lost what was left of her mind. She wasn't the type to whine about it though.

"Connections, huh?" Well, Alora knew how useful those could be.

"Both? You want to scuttle and save them at the same time? Go on, Yuri, I'm listening." Sounded like trouble, but that's why she got jobs that paid well. Trouble meant credits, and Alora was all about making bank. Not that you could tell by her balance statement seeing how she spent most of it as fast as she earned it.

Yuri Maji​

 

[Yuri Maji]

Alora didn't immediately smack him over the head, which meant that his crazy idea was crazy enough to, at the very least, pique her interest. With a lick of his chops, the opportunistic Hound sat forward with hands clasped and golden eyes locked onto his auntie. "It's risky and it's probably gonna be hairy, but bear with me." He began.

It took a moment to formulate it into coherent words. "Basically, my plan is you go with the one side, I go with the other. Let's say... me with escape, you with pursuit. We ain't seen together and we only talk on closed comms. We let the guys get out, I get pay for that. You tell 'em you'll pursue an' bring back proof. I know you can spin that easy. I then link up with you, and you take out the guys that escaped. We bring back proof, get paid for that as well." His hands separated and a toothy grin adorned his maw.

"Huh? Whaddya think?" He asked with enthusiasm. "Both of us get paid, we split the total down the middle. No need for a dilemma at all." He added, clapping his hands together in anticipation for his aunt's thoughts. He knew she would be onboard with this, she was famous for hair-brained schemes like these.

Alora Vizsla