Bar Room Encounter

[Thom Naudir]

Getting to Crispor had been simple. Thom had booked a private room aboard a higher end civilian freighter and simply rode down to the planet legally. As the ship unloaded its cargo and passengers, Thom had slipped away into the crowd, a long brown cloak with a drawn hood hiding his features and armor he wore beneath. After several minutes of simply moving with the crowds, Thom slipped away into one of the alleys of Reburn, moving quickly towards the predetermined meeting point with his comrade.

The man that had brought Thom to Crispor was named Gibbo Duqua, a politician of some note that had drawn the ire of the Black Sun. Thom did not ask questions, the pay out for the contract was enough to earn his silence. He had received the contract and tracking device, and headed to the world, where a man Thom had come to know and work with said they would meet.

After several minutes of travel, Thom came to the entrance to an alley directly across from a large structure, with oscillating lights and heavily suggestive imagery and words displayed all across its front. Thom looked the structure up and down, before making a single lap around the perimeter, taking not of all potential exits, and any threats not immediately obvious. Only then did he make his way to the meeting point, where he hoped [member="Thror Cal Vorn"] would be.

 

[Thror Cal Vorn]

Thror exited his ship, the cargo handlers had just finished unloading the hold. No sense in not making a little extra credits on this trip. Thror pulled is cloak on, clipped his helmet to his belt and started to make his way throught the crowds to the meting point. As he walked he went over the information on the bounty. Gibbo Duqua, a politician, was the name of the target, he had some how upset the Black Sun. Thror didn't care what the being did a contracts a contract and he would see it through.

After several minutes of walking he came to the meeting point, an alley across from the club his quarry liked to frequent. As he approached his partner for this contract, a Mandalorian named [member="Thom Naudir"], "Su cuy'gar." Thror said to his companion. "Me'vaar ti gar?" Thror asked. As he began to survey the building

 

[Thom Naudir]

Thom glanced up as [member="Thror Cal Vorn"] approached him, nodding his head to him. "Su cuy'gar vod, Gedet'ye sheber." Thom had picked a table at a local cafe across the street from the bar, sitting in a semi private booth outside. Unlike his comrade Thom was in full armor, though the brown cloak he wore obscured it somewhat. He did not like walking around in public completely unarmored, even moving around without a helmet was uncomfortable for Thom. Luckily though, it would not be too long now before secrecy no longer mattered. The pistols at Thom's side were ready, and the various knives he had scattered across his armor were begging for some violence.

"I did a preliminary inspection of the building before you arrived. Two entrances on the back leading into branching alleys, and only the single entrance in the front. I saw two bouncers in the front and another one patrolling in the back. Probably another two or three inside the actual bar, on top of the bodyguards Duqua always has with him. It will be highly unlikely we will be able to do this quietly." Thom's voiced was quite as he nodded towards the bar, indicating the two large brutes standing on either side of the glowing entrance. "His personal estates are guarded by at least twice as many men and will probably have a quick reaction force. Our best shot is probably to take him here. My thought is to go in fast and loud, and in the confusion take out the target and get out before any police arrive."

Thom leaned back in the booth, folding his arms casually across his chest. "Meg vaabir gar mirdir, vod?"

 

[Thror Cal Vorn]

Thror took the seat offer by [member="Thom Naudir"], and listened to Thoms brief of the situation. "You are right, there will be almost no way we could get out of his personal estate. i say we go in the two back entrances there should be less guards there. after we get the target we can fall back to my ship and get out of the system." As he said that he looked at his companion who wore a cloak over his armor to hide his features, Thror would don his helmet right before the assault began.

He checked his weapons and made sure they where in place, His wrist launchers were loaded with tranq darts he didn't want to kill if he didn't have to. The DL-44 strapped to his leg was fully charged, a few thermal detonators were in place and his beskad given to him by his father was sharp and ready. "Looks like it time to start." He gestured the the front of the club where their quarry was walking in. Thror put his helmet on. "Lets go around the back."

 

[Thom Naudir]

Thom nodded his head, standing up and moving around the edge of the table until he stood beside [member="Thror Cal Vorn"] in the moving street. Thom idly tapped the two Naast blasters at his side, an unconscious motion to ensure he was prepared for what was about to come. He made his way across the street with Thror, slipping easily through the crowds and avoiding direct contact with anyone that he could. After a few seconds of weaving through the mass of living flesh and droids Thom made it to the alley, quickly darting into the shadows.

The two of them came to the first of the two back doors, this one leading directly into the small kitchen that the bar used. Just as Thom drew near it the door was flung open and a large man wearing a white apron stepped out, carrying several bags of unused food. He spotted the two Mandalorians as they approached, and his eyes widened for a split second before he turned to call for help. Thom did not let him, leaping forward and slamming the metal door into the mans face, sending him tumbling backwards before he quickly closed it. Once Thom was sure no one else was coming he turned to look down at the chef, his nose broken and bleeding as he tried to push himself up. Thom crouched down next to him, slamming his armored fist into the mans chin once, knocking him out.

"Well, now it seems that the game is afoot for real." Thom reached up and discarded the cloak he wore, revealing the dark blue and grey armor he wore beneath, with a wolf belt wrapped around his shoulders and down his left side. He nodded briefly to Thror before he drew one of the blasters at his side and made his way towards the kitchen door again.