Hannibal Oryen
Slick Fondorian
KAIULANI SYSTEM, VARUNDA IX
SORLIS, THE THIRSTY WAMPRAT
@[member="Serock Hoath"] | @[member="Juthan'Athar"] | @[member="Thrash"] | @[member="Nova Thanewulf"]
Alcoholic beverages and similar equivalents were not popular on the highly pacifistic planet of Varunda IX. As such, their bars and pubs were generally devoid of frequent patronage. It was a miracle the Thirsty Wamprat managed to stay open like it did, but Hannibal wasn't complaining nor questioning of the fact. Bars that were uniformly devoid of many patrons were the best place to hold meetings with people of a similar set of morals. Morals that allowed for things such as bank robberies to take place. As it so happened, that was exactly what the meeting entailed- a bank robbery. Funny how that works, right?
There were five of them in total. A human, Serock, who he'd met in a bar. Juthan, a Chiss, met while hunting down Jorus Merrill. Thrash the Zabrak and Nova Thanewulf the Shistavanen were met during a mercenary stint a few years back and as a contact in the Bounty Hunter's Guild, respectively. A solid team for the score Hannibal was thinking of making. All it came down to was the plan. Then again, with five tough-as-nails mercenary-types to back him up, maybe the plan wasn't so important after all.
"Alright, guys and gal, here's the low-down." Hannibal said, sliding a disk-shaped holoprojector across the table, letting it stay in the center. It projected an image of Val'Hala, a very close by planet.
"As you all may or may not know, the overpopulated, gender imbalanced backwater of Val'Hala is ruled over by some kinda' caste system with a whole lotta lunatics runnin' around up top, amassin' wealth and just generally bein' dickish to anyone who ain't them. Y'know, how caste systems usually work. Since they got a whole lotta crap on their hands, they needs someplace safe to put it. Their favorite, by far, is the Bank of Olympus."
The image changed to that of the Bank of Olympus' logo.
"Biggest bank in the planet's capital. Most of their dealings are handled electronically, dig? All their money transfers and whatnot. What's in their for us is the safe deposit boxes. They'll have all manner of valuables inside of them. Gems, jewelry, antiques, artifacts, deeds. All kindsa stuff you'd expect a buncha superstitious nutballs to horde."
The image changed a second time, this time displaying a floor plan of the Bank of Olympus branch he intended to hit.
"This particular branch is the closest to the upper-class neighborhoods of Olympus. The most popular one, to be exact. It's two stories tall, but the basement levels are where we're going. Upstairs is offices 'n crap. Second basement level is where they keep the safe deposit boxes."
The holoprojector abruptly shut off, and Hannibal looked between the assorted folks around him.
"Have I attracted sufficient interest yet, or should I stop now?"
SORLIS, THE THIRSTY WAMPRAT
@[member="Serock Hoath"] | @[member="Juthan'Athar"] | @[member="Thrash"] | @[member="Nova Thanewulf"]
Alcoholic beverages and similar equivalents were not popular on the highly pacifistic planet of Varunda IX. As such, their bars and pubs were generally devoid of frequent patronage. It was a miracle the Thirsty Wamprat managed to stay open like it did, but Hannibal wasn't complaining nor questioning of the fact. Bars that were uniformly devoid of many patrons were the best place to hold meetings with people of a similar set of morals. Morals that allowed for things such as bank robberies to take place. As it so happened, that was exactly what the meeting entailed- a bank robbery. Funny how that works, right?
There were five of them in total. A human, Serock, who he'd met in a bar. Juthan, a Chiss, met while hunting down Jorus Merrill. Thrash the Zabrak and Nova Thanewulf the Shistavanen were met during a mercenary stint a few years back and as a contact in the Bounty Hunter's Guild, respectively. A solid team for the score Hannibal was thinking of making. All it came down to was the plan. Then again, with five tough-as-nails mercenary-types to back him up, maybe the plan wasn't so important after all.
"Alright, guys and gal, here's the low-down." Hannibal said, sliding a disk-shaped holoprojector across the table, letting it stay in the center. It projected an image of Val'Hala, a very close by planet.
"As you all may or may not know, the overpopulated, gender imbalanced backwater of Val'Hala is ruled over by some kinda' caste system with a whole lotta lunatics runnin' around up top, amassin' wealth and just generally bein' dickish to anyone who ain't them. Y'know, how caste systems usually work. Since they got a whole lotta crap on their hands, they needs someplace safe to put it. Their favorite, by far, is the Bank of Olympus."
The image changed to that of the Bank of Olympus' logo.
"Biggest bank in the planet's capital. Most of their dealings are handled electronically, dig? All their money transfers and whatnot. What's in their for us is the safe deposit boxes. They'll have all manner of valuables inside of them. Gems, jewelry, antiques, artifacts, deeds. All kindsa stuff you'd expect a buncha superstitious nutballs to horde."
The image changed a second time, this time displaying a floor plan of the Bank of Olympus branch he intended to hit.
"This particular branch is the closest to the upper-class neighborhoods of Olympus. The most popular one, to be exact. It's two stories tall, but the basement levels are where we're going. Upstairs is offices 'n crap. Second basement level is where they keep the safe deposit boxes."
The holoprojector abruptly shut off, and Hannibal looked between the assorted folks around him.
"Have I attracted sufficient interest yet, or should I stop now?"