All the sands

[Spark Finn]

[member="Kael Rose"]

A gangly-limbed blonde snorted as she passed a promotional poster. Those Jabba Palace tours were for mooks. Charged a zillion credits for something you could see for free and some squishy slugs as a meal. #gross

Adjusting her glasses, she squinted in the bright sunlight, trying to stick to the shadows between buildings as her converse-clad feet took her to the address listed on the darknet job listing. Passing by a tourist postcard stand, her thoughts drifted to [member="Munin"] #Sawyer. She wondered if he already knew more about this contact than she did.

A Kael Rose. Someone who worked for the hutts. Well, one hutt: Rekali.

Coming to 4 Privet Drive, she stopped at the small alcove of the door. A single finger rose and pressed down on the intercomm. "Uh...hello. I'm here to interview for the slicing job that was posted on the darknet."

Good thing she remembered to pack the sunblock. #SPF5000

 

[Kael Rose]

[member="Spark Finn"]

The slicer the boss had hired was described as "Young, blonde, gangly, and awkward." And the woman who'd just came over the intercomm? She sounded like she had the first and last bits covered. Wiping down the barrel of his revolver with a cloth he removed that gosh-forsaken sand that got utterly everywhere and headed out. Holstering the weapon as he headed through the door he found the converse-soled and glasses toting girl. An odd fashion statement considering the ease of vision corrective surgery nowadays, but who was he to judge what the young people did now a-days. Walking closer he pulled out a datapad and glanced at it, then up at the girl.

"So you're hashtag-totes-adorbs-slicer-one-nine-eight-nine?" He asked, pushing the words through his mouth as they came. Kids these days.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Kael Rose"]

She looked up. And up and up. #talldude #scruffface Wide blue eyes blinked. Then widened further in surprise. Not with the gruff dude's looks. At the screen name handle. Must've been some cheap auto-fill programming. Or had she put out front names to further protect her identity? Or was a rival slicer messing with her?

#alloftheabove

"Yeah, that's me," voice squeaked. She cleared her throat. "Kael Rose? What kind of help do you need?" If this job had them killing anyone or enteching people OR helping the sith, she'd walk.

 

[Kael Rose]

[member="Spark Finn"]


Her voice squeaked. Afraid, or perhaps just surprised. Hopefully it was the latter. Would make his job, babysitting, a ton easier.

"Boss is moving in on a local's business. Wants to mess with his routes, shipping, docking code, the like. He keeps all that info on a closed system in his 'palace'. Think's he's Jabba or just more important than he is. We sneak in, you get your slice on and conjure us some data, and then we get out. Hopefully without so much as a peep." He explained, but for some reason he wasn't optimistic this would be a quiet op.

"I assume you can sneak?" He asked, figuring it was better to know what all they could and couldn't do up front. He wasn't expecting a ninja, but he was hoping for something.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Kael Rose"]

The skinny blonde pulled herself up to her full height. "Of course I can. You're not the first job I've taken." #duh "Besides, I'm small and ordinary looking. Most people don't even notice me."

Glasses were adjusted up the bridge of her feckled nose.

Speckled gaze tracked him up and down. "You on the other hand, might be a problem. You can call me Penny."

#aliases

 

[Kael Rose]

[member="Spark Finn"]

He shrugged, but she wasn't wrong. He was of the larger variety.

"Alright Penny. I know a guy who's gonna slip us onto a shipmemt headed to his place in three hours. If you need to gather some stuff go on ahead, and we'll meet back here. If not I've got a partial layout we can study in the meantime." He didn't bring up his own sneaking skills. She was right and he knew it.

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Kael Rose"]

"I've got everything I need," she patted the small bag at her side. "But we need to discuss contract terms. I've written one up. I just need your signature," waving the datapad she extended a slender arm so he could see.

#reachreachreach

"I get paid half now. Half when the job is done. Pretty standard stuff. Transfer codes to my account," #encrypted, "are all there. Just need your siggy. Then I can look at your layout. Also, how're we playing this? Are we gonna act as tourists, family? We need a cover story to get in or in case we get caught."

#apro

The contract also protected her from becoming a hutt's slave because that seemed to be a problem for women.

The gangly blonde took some time to resolutely push her glasses up the bridge of her freckled-nose.

 

[Kael Rose]

[member="Spark Finn"]

The gunslinger took the datapad as the slicer stretched up to bring it to his face. Kael was an experienced man. By which he meant a not very trusting man. So as the girl spoke he read over every line. It was simple stuff, obviously made by her and not a lawyer. For the most part it said what she did, half up front, half when the job's done, along with little things to cover paranoia's. Debts could not be paid with "dancing, slavery, indentured servitude, waitressing," and the list kept going like that, with just about every 'polite' way to call a slave gone into.

"Your terms are good." He said before tossing the datapad back to the slicer. "But no signatures."

#acriminal #nodatatrail

"We'll sneak aboard some crates. Got a couple guard uniforms. Yours might be a bit big."

 

[Spark Finn]

[member="Kael Rose"]

#stopstealingmyhashtags! #playa

Fumbling, she just managed to catch the datapad. She bobbled it at least two more times, the screen almost cracking on the mix of sand and duracreet floor. "Hey!" She yelped, then grumbled. "That's fine. But I'm not working until I get a confirmation that half of the funds are transferred to my account."

One hand with digits clearly meant for datapad typing fell to her hip as she stared the big dude down. Converse-foot tapped. "And guard uniform?" Voice squeaked. "I hope they don't discriminate against skinny blondes." Thin-lips twitched just ones.

#humor