Private Another gig!

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn, as usual when not out on a job, hanging out at the enclave. Though you'd usually find him at the bar, Talohn was strangely absent. He doesn't seem to have left his ship for at least a day or two. Talohn's a busy fellow, gets around. When he hasn't left his ship for a few days, and his ship hasn't moved an inch, it usually means he's planning something. Most likely a heist. He sent out a message from his ship to his fellow enclave members, saying he needed a partner to join his crew for a high value job. Someone willing to go in fast and loud, and get out just as fast. Apparently the subject of the heist was, as usual, imperial beskar. Along with whatever else was within the vault they were breaking into. It was by no means an ancient mandalorian vault, but it could easily contain some relics taken by the empire. The cathar himself came across this job through a connection he's got in the empire. The info itself seems pretty legit, as he took time investigating all the different angles.

All in all, if it goes well, this could be a very lucrative job. The one thing Talohn is known for out of all his accomplishments, its that he can break into nearly anything given enough time, and the amount of time usually needed? Short. The cathar knows his way around security systems and hardware alike, making him a petty dependable heist partner. Not to mention the droid, which could probably slay a sith if it wanted to with it's beskar plating and acrobatic skills. Not to mention it's sentience. The sentience of the droid Madlad wasn't well known throughout the galaxy, but those who frequented the enclave had come to understand that the droid was indeed sentient as any human or alien.

Thus, Talohn waited on his ship for someone to show up and offer to join the heist.

Ursula Vizla

 

[Ursula Vizla]

L O C A T I O N | Idk.
O B J E C T I V E | Idk
T A G S | Talohn Atar
I M P L A N T S | Legs, arm, eye.
G E A R | Armor, gun, pistol.​

It wasn’t customary for Ursula on finding a job that meant working with others. In fact, Ursula avoided that the best she could, for in the past, all others that worked with her ended up dead, mutilated, devoured, eviscerated, or worse. She worked with the members of her clan when the necessity demanded it, but nothing besides that, Ursula liked being alone and believed that most people didn’t fully understand her way of thinking, alongside her jokes. She had quite the selection of jokes to tell others. But despite all of that, Ursula accepted the job because the promised amount in cash was so large that she could hardly refuse, not because she needed the money, she was filthy rich, but she was always working somewhere, the Mandalorian couldn’t live any other way and when she was alone, she was either building some weird droid or some weapon of death that she could use for killing someone or something. ​

Sometimes she thought to herself that she needed a pet, or at least a living one and not the droids that she built herself for keeping her company in the coldness of space. ‘This is the Way’, her old man would say and Ursula would nod like a good little girl to get her daddy’s approval, at least when she was a child, but right now, she would probably clench the fingers on her mechanical arm and toss a big punch on his mouth, enough to break every single damn tooth in his sick mouth. She was done with the whole Mandalorian Tenets, the faith, the creed, not because she didn’t believe in it, but Ursula always taught it to be too old-fashioned. She had no problems removing her helmet in front of others despite what her creed believed, and if they made fun of her, Ursula just gutted them with a blunt knife and called it even. She considered herself quite fair in that matter. ​

“Is that the ship?”, Ursula asked out loud looking at the fleshy vessel. He wouldn’t see her, hers was equipped with the fancy cloaking devices sold illegally on the wider galaxy and so was her armor, Ursula liked being invisible on crowded places. “Call him.”, she promptly said to the IA. “This is Commander Zero for… Tar-Tark… Talohn Atar. Contractor reached out to me.” Her thick eyebrows almost became a jacco brow, angry with herself for not reading his name properly. “Do you need my code before I get in?” Ursula raised her fist and slammed against the ship's door, with her own cloaking device turned off, as she knock on his ship's door. ​

 

[Talohn Atar]

The call rings for a second before the ship's internal systems automatically pick up. Though it doesn't seem anyone is there yet. Instead she would hear a disgruntled voice in a catharese accent, hissing and whining unhappily. "What did I say about testing flashbangs on the ship? MY EYES! Why are you even making flashbangs? You're like, nine years old!" A child's voice, also catharese accented, responds casually. "Cause they're fun, and you're funny when you're blind." The male voice once again speaks up. "I am raising a tiny sadist..."

When she knocks on the door of the ship, the door opens to reveal a droid, quite the specimen of a droid too. Well made, plated with beskar, and she'd notice the droid has tons of compartments in it's body, likely weapons hidden in the body of the droid, allowing it to be armed to the teeth, though it's got a belt around it's waist, full of various grenades and gadgets, and a cloak about it's waist. Odd for a droid to be wearing clothing attire such as that. Comes across as oddly sentient. The droid stands there for a moment, looking over over and scanning, cross referencing with descriptions on the holonet for anything suspicious about the person standing before it. That takes about a second. "Crazy girl. Just kind of crazy we need though." The droid says, doing something even stranger for a droid, that being the fact that it emits a chuckle. It steps aside, allowing the mandalorian to enter the ship. "Feel free to look around, Talohn will be here momentarily, hopefully. Damn cat is always on the fritz." The droid's voice is dark and menacing, as if it were coming from a sith with a voice modulator.

She's led by Madlad to the main room of the corvette. It's a nice place for sure, obviously brand new with some touch ups to make it homey. The main room area is sort of the living room, split up into two parts. One part being the luxury area, with a few couches and booths up against the walls. coffee tables sitting in of the couches, and a circular table with a holographic gameboard built in to the booths themselves. There are also a few holocpmputers sitting on the coffee tables, sleek and nice tech from denon, meant for people to enjoy themselves and brows the Holonet. Finally, there's a large holographic screen projected on the wall, obviously for family movie night. Though right now, it has some obscure schematics pulled up on it.

The other half of the room is a medium sized fully stocked kitchen, equipped with utensils, pots pans, an old style oven, a smoker. Everything needed to make real meals instead of microwaving processed food packs. In the middle of both these areas is what could be called the kitchen table. Currently sitting on the table is a plate of peppers wrapped in some sort of bacon. Once they're in the room, the droid gestures to the table and the couches. "Feel free to sit down. Talohn made snacks if you're into that. Have any questions?" The droid asks, crossing it's arms.

Ursula Vizla

 

[Ursula Vizla]

L O C A T I O N | Idk.
O B J E C T I V E | Idk.
T A G S | Talohn Atar
I M P L A N T S | Legs, arm, eye.
G E A R | Armor, gun, pistol.​

She had a LOT of questions, but she would try keeping those to herself, especially why a child would be involved in this job. Usually, they left those little brats at home, wherever that was, now Mandalore was theirs once again and Mandos weren’t such a rare treat to be taken with burgundy anymore. Prices for her ancestry now fell and the criminal market was getting flooded once again with Mandalorians, her kin, and her greatest competitors. Gently, she raised her mechanical arm, grabbing on the sides of her helmet, just slowly pressing her fingers against the helmet, only enough for that fancy thing to release from her head, revealing two long braids, falling down to her body, one was red as fire and the other was another mechanical gadget. ​

“I’m not hungry.”, she promptly said to the machine. Ursula liked droids, especially the confederacy’s B1’s, they were fun for target practice. “When are we leaving? And where to?”, gently said while placing her helmet on top of the table, as she grabbed herself a seat. The ship wasn’t as fancy on the inside as she thought it would be, but was much roomier than she had imagined. “Also...”, her friendly tone of voice changed to something much more serious, as her cyber-eye started to analyze the droid entirely. “Is he a Wookie?” ​

Ursula hated wookie’s. Those giant felines, or whatever creatures, we're sure to get on her nerve with that horrible language they had. The last time on Kashyyyk was around six years ago, and she was still cleaning up fur from the walls of the torture chamber on her ship. ​

 

[Talohn Atar]

The droid would hand her a datapad, giving her all the relevant info she needs for the mission. From the looks of it, it's the schematic for a ship, along with a map of it's travel route through space. They would be boarding the ship, likely, to get the nice loot that was inside. "We're leaving soo-" Before the droid can finish, she asks if Talohn is a wookie. The droid suddenly, oddly for a droid, begins laughing. Luaghing loudly, causing it to echo across the ship. After a minute or so, the droid pounds it's own chest, seeking to stop the laughter. With the loudness stopped, the droid shakes it's head. "No, no. Not a wookie....Wookies are more canine last i checked. Talohn's a cathar....more of a feline species, much less fur to deal with as well. First time meeting a cathar? Warrior race. Think mandalorians that never left the tribal stage and didn't develop blasters until recently. Very honorable people. You'll find it hard to take him seriously when you meet him, but trust me. Talohn is the real deal. Knows what he's doing, specially when it comes to vault cracking." The droid offers it's hand for her to shake. "Name's Madlad. Second in command on this ship."

After Ursula gets the chance to shake hands with the odd droid that....may or may not be an assassin droid the from the looks of it...aren't those illegal? Either way, one of the doors into the living room area of the ship opens, and Talohn emerges, with the child she likely heard on the holocom earlier. Quite an odd mix, this kid. Mon calamari and cathar, and if this child is a blood relative...Best to banish that thought from one's mind. Talohn himself is handsome, at least for his species. Others may not like the fur or long incisors that show when he smiles. It's a matter of opinion really, though his most striking feature is those bright orange and yellow eyes. He's no sith, he just got his father's eyes, how his father got them? Who knows.

"So what do you think of the upgrade I made to the flashbang pen?" She asks, walking alongside Talohn, who is still looking a bit starstruck by whatever he went through, nearly bumping into a table along the way. "Painful...very painful. Let's just...get you gone. Babysitter is almost here." He states, sounding ever so slightly exasperated. Talohn arrives at the exit of the ship, and presses a button to open of the door. There's a lady waiting outside, Monari waves to her would be baby sitter, and calls out to Talohn and Ursula as she heads down the ramp. "Good luck on the job you two!" Talohn returns her wave, and then shuts the door to the ship. With the kid gone, Talohn allows himself a sigh of relief, shivering ever so slightly. That child is a force of nature. The cathar turns about to face Ursula, chuckling ever so slightly. "Sorry about the wait. Balancing merc work and parenthood is....a chore. Anyways." He strides across the room to offer a handshake. "Name's Talohn Atar. Or Talohn Verd amongst the enclave. I see Madlad has already briefed you, any other info you need or want? I can take you to the armory if you want to borrow some extra gear." The cathar is also armored up in full beskar, save for the helmet, which he was currently carrying under his left arm. "We have some slugthrowers if you're into those. I recommend a close quarters loadout since we'll be going through hallways and stuff on this job." He seems like a kind enough fellow. Too kind to be in the merc business.

Ursula Vizla

 

[Ursula Vizla]

L O C A T I O N | Crimson Wolf.
O B J E C T I V E | Thieving.
T A G S | Talohn Atar
I M P L A N T S | Legs, eye, arm.
G E A R | Rifle, pistol, armor.​

They were too touchy for her taste, but that is the way with people, always trying to touch other people or wanting to. Ursula never had that urge, she barely remembered the last time she was with someone if that time ever existed, a scrawny little vornskr, was what her father used to call her, all the urge she felt regarding touching someone was strangling them with her bare hands, or maybe beating them up a little, but was like the Old Timers used to say, ‘This is the Way’. Raising her mechanical arm, Ursula shook the droid’s hand, although her face wasn’t much taken by any sort of happiness on doing it so. ​

“Pleasure is all yours.”, she said with a rusty, dead-like voice. “Hold your circuits, screwdriver, I know what a Cathar is. Big proud cats, growl a lot when you stab them, and start scratching things.”, her eyes were focused elsewhere, staring at an empty wall while speaking with the droid. Remembering wasn’t something that fun, but she knew Cathar, she used to smuggle a few to some slavers on the Unknown Regions, tough work, big reward, lots of nightmares. “Madlad is a funny name, the owner gave it to you? Or are you one of those fancy models that named yourself?” ​

Afterward, she swung her head to accompany all the noise the kid was making. Sure sounded nice having a little brat making all those sounds, laughing, and wishing you well. Too bad they eat so much. With both green eyes, Ursula analyzed the person in front of her, with her organic one she took her own opinions on this matter, while her cyber ball analyzed every aspect of the organic feline. This time, Ursula offered him the unadulterated arm to shake his hand, he was good-looking for a feline, almost the sort that you would keep it chained up on the feet of a chair to scratch the back of his ear whenever you felt like it. Quiet, and paying attention to his words, during this time Ursula started to notice the sharp teeth inside the kitties mouth, and once he was done, the Mandalorian said in a calm, low-toned voice. ​

“How many goons are inside the ship?”, her hand slowly moved towards her helmet and drummed three with her index finger on top of her own helmet above the table. “No need, but nice of you to offer. My rifle will do the trick, unless you have a problem with disintegrations, if so I can use the maser mode.” She stopped staring at the feline male and decided to look back to nowhere in specific, her mind was thinking what sort of valuable stuff she would actually find on the ship, considering she didn’t read any of the things the droid gave her besides the map. Ursula liked surprises. “So, are we leaving soon?”​

 

[Talohn Atar]

"I named myself, yes." The droid states. "I have a higher capacity for independent thought than most units." It then goes silent as Talohn introduces himself, prepping for Talohn to give a briefing. The cathar, when asked how many goons are on the ship, shrugs. "It's a medium sized imperial order transport. I was able to get ahold of the ship schematics so we could find a breaching point, but a goon count sadly. Though I'm sure it's nothing two warriors like us can't handle, eh? So, you mandalorian born? I joined house verd a few months ago. Anyways...." He points to the center of the schematics that are projected onto the wall. "This is where we'll be going, the vault we'll be cracking. Basically we need to get in there, be it loud or quiet, get an id card from one of the guards, which I will scan and put on this drive."

He pulls out a small penlike slicing jack. "The drive itself has a virus on it that will cause their ship systems to reboot, scanning the id card and uploading the credentials will trick the system into allowing the virus past. During the reboot, we take this." he pulls a genuine lightsaber from his back pocket, stars know where he got it from. "We'll use it to cut a hole in the door during the reboot, which will be about thirty seconds. By that time, we'll already be stuffing our bags and the hole was opened during the reboot, therefore not setting off the alarm. When we have all that we want, we make our ways back to extraction rich as alderaanian nobles."

He chuckles at her question. "Disintegration is fine, I don't mind. Less blood to clean off the armor. We'll be leaving as soon as the plan is completely sorted out. So, this is the plan. You like it? Anything to add? We're a team in this, so I want to hear your opinion." He states, gesturing to her with a grin.

Ursula Vizla

 

[Ursula Vizla]

L O C A T I O N | Crimson Wolf.
O B J E C T I V E | Idk
T A G S | Talohn Atar
I M P L A N T S | Legs, arm, eye.
G E A R | Rifle, pistol, armor.​

​

“Aye...”, she said in a low-mannered voice, it was funny how the organic mind worked, even if it was just a question she could still see some flash images running through her mind regarding her childhood. “Born and raised on Concord Dawn as my ancestors on Clan Vizla. I still own a house there, but I don’t visit for dusting or anything, too much traffic.”, said that she decided to be quiet on this topic, at least for now. The Sith allowed her to keep the house, working for them for almost a decade paid off when they were burning down Mandalore and hunting them down like dogs. Her clan was one of the first ones to leave Mandalorian Space, they didn’t join the fight and never will, “A Vizla is treacherous”, her father liked to say, “We like keeping ourselves far away of the political schemes and care only for the money, some people call it honor, others call it opportunism.”, but she rarely gave any thought as to why they did that, probably the answer could be found on one of the old journals, but who cared about reading? Her eyes kept themselves set on the feline alien speaking about the plan. Listening to the whole plan actually made her feel a little smarter, her entire act would involve killing everyone on board the ship, which she could do if she were alone. ​

Her left eye, the cybernetic one, became illuminated by a greener tone of color as Ursula took the time to analyze the weapon that the feline was holding in his hand. Funny, she had a similar trinket stored with her, but the Mandalorian wasn’t as keen on using it as the male was. ​

“Where did you get the laser sword?”, she promptly asked when he stoped talking about the plan, showing genuine curiosity in this matter, and waiting a proper amount of time for the kittie to give her his answer. “Your plan is clean, way too clean... but what of motion sensors? No extra-security inside the vault? And why not kill everyone on board? Wouldn’t be easier than having them chasing us through space?”, the red-haired woman started to move her head around the area, were eyes moved around as if she was actually looking for someone. “Wait, where is the droid? And when can we leave?”, her gaze turned back to the male alien, while her mechanical arm went towards her own head, scratching the fleshy area above the neural implants.​

 

[Talohn Atar]

"Vizsla, I hear a lot of things about them, but you'll be the first of that bunch I've met. I'll disregard the other stuff I heard. All I know is that you're talented, and I'm gonna need Talent for this job." He's a pragmatic cat, reputation doesn't worry him too much as long as this gets done. "I won't press anymore into family matters, don't worry." He could tell she didn't like speaking of her clan. Perhaps bad childhood memories, or the family reunions just suck, he doesn't know. It's not his business. In terms of belief, house verd was much more relaxed. Those in the house are meant to focus on self improvement, and making things better for themselves and their family, always striving to improve in some way be it through spirit, martial, or mental. From the sounds of it, Ursula needs to look into that.

When she questions him about the blade, he looks at the lightsaber for a moment, that horrid day running through his mind. She could likely see it in his face, in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate into slits as he's reminded of this weapon's past. Something terrible happened, that's for certain. "Ah, this? Off a dead jedi. Used it to fend off a sith, goes by the name of the Amalgam if you've heard of her. She's uh...crazy doesn't even begin to describe. I was out of my element at the time for sure. It was before I joined the mandos, didn't have a slugthrower in sight, blasters weren't working, and she was a horrible body possessed by a whole bunch of sith spirits talking in cryptic words, her body all twisty and pulsey....ugh." He shivers. "Her blood was fucking white. Normally I'd flee, but I was saving the kid....she uh,,..her parents hid her in a dumpster before the Amalgam slaughtered them both." He sights, now looking down sadly. "It was...an off day for sure. Anyways, enough of that." He says, waving his hand dismissively to brush that topic aside.

"Plan isn't completely clean. Madlad will be running distraction. We'll have to gun our way to extraction, madlad will join us halfway and meet us there. We'll likely have to stealth our way through the first half, then gun our way out. But...if you want to gun our way in and out, fine by me. We're on a timeframe before a reinforcement ship arrives. So whichever you think will be faster."

As she asks where the droid is, the very subject of her question emerges from the armory, once again stepping into the living room area. It's now equiped with three weapons. It's got a M-107 anti material rifle and a M-8 shotgun both slung over it's shoulders in holsters, along with an M-10 wolverine on it's left hip and an M-18 pit viper on it's right hip. Basically, it's armed to the teeth. "She's wary. I like this one." The droid cackles.

Talohn nods in response. It was natural to be wary of Madlad. He's certainly an intimidating unit. "I still need to arm myself. Madlad will set the hyperspace coordinates in the meantime, and we'll be on our way."

Ursula Vizla

 

[Ursula Vizla]

L O C A T I O N | Crimson Wolf.
O B J E C T I V E | Steal Stuff.
T A G S | Talohn Atar
I M P L A N T S | Legs, arm, eye.
G E A R | Rifle, pistol, armor.
​

The idea of Mandalorians armed with more blades such as those both of them had looted was a frightening one. On its heels, the galaxy would tremble like those of a scared Hutt if they were found armed with the deadliest sort of piece in the known universe, Mandalorians had the armor as their symbol, but such blades were of such mighty promise that even Ursula couldn’t ignore the ideal treasure left by the dead Sith, including the fact they were a lot of money on the right hands in the underworld. ​

“Easier to kill people now than letting them identifying us later, I don’t want another bounty on my head. Too much paperwork...", her voice was distant, while her gaze kept running through the ship and only went back at him when he said he had to arm himself. “You do that... And let’s get this show on the stars.”, her body leaned back on her chair, a little more relaxed as she closed her organic eye and kept only the Eye of Truth open, shining as she accessed the data stores on her neural implant, probably reviewing something she had stores there to watch as a way to pass away the time. “Let me know when we get close.”, her lips muttered, while the expression on her pale face seemed distracted, both hands went on sliding through her body armor checking it everything was in place and grabbing a chewing gun from somewhere, shoving it on her mouth, while still wrapped in paper.​

 

[Talohn Atar]

While Talohn heads off to get his gear, Ursula and the droid are once again left alone in the same room. The single lensed eye stares at her as the droid crosses it's arms. There's a slight flicker of red in it's lens as Ursula pops the gum into her mouth. "I am no expert, not being organic, and therefore not having the need to consume sustenance. However, I'm pretty sure consuming the paper on a gum wrapper is a sign of mental deficiency. You sure you're suited for this job?" The droid's fucking with her, odd behavior for a droid. An actual comprehension of the concept of comedy is beyond most units.

The cathar himself soon returns, all geared up with the helmet masking his face. His words are mechanized by the helmet, but he's audible at least. "Alright people, we're getting close. Cloaking on the ship is active. Your suit has oxygen, right? If not, I've got a helmet you can wear for in my pack. We'll be flying under the ship and breaching into one of the vents along the side. That'll ping security and they'll come running. Madlad will drop out of the vents that we breached and start causing chaos. We'll stay in the vents and go along further down, drop into the ship closer to our vault door. At that point, we'll meet some resistance, but most will be focused on Madlad...." He slowly turns to look at the droid. "The vulgarities he'll be committing will make it too hard not to...."

In response to Talohn's words, the droid chuckles darkly. So many ways to rip apart those organics.

Talohn holds out what seems to be some sort of chip. "Ursula, you slot this into your helmet...or into your neural implant if that's how that works? I dunno. Anyways, it contains the ship schematics, and an organic sensory vision....for one of my backup plans should things go sideways. It'll give us the layout of the vents we need."

Talohn himself has quite the kit on him. Hanging from a sash on the right side of his ribs, so he can easily pull it up to fire at any time, is the squad configuration of the TDW HARM. On his lower back in a leather holster, he's got that terrifying sawed off shotgun, The Mule. 10 guage rounds, could easily blow away anything that moves at close range. An M-18 Pit Viper on his right hip, a Kusak heavy blaster on his right hip, and an E-17 Carbine slung over his shoulder. With him is also a satchel full of various other gear they'll likely need.

"Any more questions before we start?"

Ursula Vizla

 

[Ursula Vizla]

L O C A T I O N | Crimson Wolf.
I M P L A N T S | Legs, arm, eye.
G E A R | Rifle, pistol, armor.
T A G S | Talohn Atar ​

"You think I'm crazy? You should see my sister.", was the first words that came out of her mouth before another pink bubblegum started to take shape on her lips. After it popped, she made sure to make a small remark at the droid. “Just kidding, I don’t really have a sister.”, inside her own mouth, Ursula pushed the gum to the other side of her teeth, cleared her throat, and decided to take a spit, with not only catarrh but also a small paper ball deep inside the green snot. Raising her mechanical hand at the clever droid, Ursula showed him the paper ball and made sure to twist her lips on a clever smirk before she popped her out of the palm of her hand with a little snap using the other one. Before lowering her hand, Ursula cleaned the content of her throat on the fabric inside her cloak. “Do you know any jokes, Buckethead?”, before sitting back straight on her chair, Ursula popped another bubblegum and decided to tell a joke herself. "What's in my violin case? Violence."

Said that Ursula laughed for quite a while, loudly, a screeching annoying sound capable of tearing off an elzeri’s cochlea. And as soon as the feline returned, Ursula measured his old suit from heads till his wrinkled toes, before giving him a nonchalant nod with her head, only to turn her head away when he started yapping about the details of the plan. She always hated that, making plans and wondering how to do stuff in the long run, why couldn’t they just make it up as they went? People were weird, and had their own peculiarities, like dental care or families to come home during the coruscanti holidays.

“Vulgarities? Is he gonna flash them with the good stuff?”, an honest question done by her, Ursula knew where to find male mechanical escort, not that she had hired their services before. At least not publicly. Grabbing her helmet, the girl coupled it back to armor’s set until a silent click took place, strapping it safely back to the rest, making Ursula put the gun back in the large magnetic case hanging from her waist, to stretch her legs and arms, releasing a soundless yawn beneath the helmet, before putting herself upstanding once again and noticing how damn short she was next to both of them. “Wait a minute, what are we do again? Jumping a sewer vent or something?”