Booze and Credits? Yes Please

[Thalira Kiing]

Outer Rim Deep Space,
Dawn Station

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"YT-2400, please identify yourself." The raspy voice woke Thalira up. It was coming from her ships communicator. "This is Thalira Kiing, captain of the Monarch, requesting docking." A moment of silence passed, before her communicator lit up again, "You're cleared, docking bay 32 is open for you. Have a nice stay at Dawn Station." Thalira turned off the auto-pilot that was keeping the ship in motion while she napped, then she flew her ship into the designated docking bay, number 32. The YT-2400's engines dimmed down as it landed on the metallic flooring of the docking bay. Thalira grabbed a datapad, put on a tool belt, and exited the ship.

Thalira was met by a tall human male accompanied by two security droids. "Greetings, and welcome to Dawn Station! I'm sure you're excited to enjoy the many sights of this wonderful station, but we need to discuss a docking fee. A ship this size costs 1,000 credits per day, but there's a special offer right now, where if you stay five days-" The man was cut off by Thalira handing a credit chip to him as she walked right past him, brushing shoulders with the man. "Don't touch my ship," She warned as she continued to walk out of the docking bay.

Leaving the docking bay, Thalira first headed to a cantina, where she quickly paid for a bottle of cheap off-brand booze. As fast as she entered the cantina, she left it, with booze in hand. After several minutes of walking, Thalira was in a large trading hub, where deals small and large were taking place. She was there for one reason, and one reason alone; a contact of hers informed her that there was a trade going down in this station involving some illegally modified blaster rifles, being masked as plants. The only security that would be around is station security, since personal security would be suspicious. The blasters would be easy to steal to re-sell, and that was Thalira's plan. Fortunately she was there before either parties involved in the trade, so she had some time to prepare.

 

[Ria Misrani]

There was always a steal.

Stations like this? Dime a dozen in Hypatia's book, she ran a hand through her purple hair as she perched up against the corridor and watched the people go. The Thyrisian girl looked to her left and to her right seemed everything was pretty quiet. She'd already taken a few wallets, a purse or two as people came and went. Hypatia adjusted her crop jacket and looked around again the spot was done for she figured and put her hands in her pockets. Quietly she moved off the corridor and walked down to hear vendors barking at her, one says their jewelry was the best and of course the guy across would yell fake news. Honestly, she wasn't interested in jewels, credits worked better and jewels gave less of a chance to get caught by Sotta the Hutt. Early in life, Hypatia and her brother Septimius had been slaves and when the opportunity to run presented itself the two took it. Only now, Septimius worked for the Sun Guard and Hypatia hit places like Dawn Station.

She headed to a small food vendor and ordered up a round of fried fish cakes with sauce slathered atop.

Of course, it was said that there was a bit of a trade deal going down today, but Hypatia wasn't exactly prepared to run halfway across the galaxy with blasters. At least not without being paid, credits always had a way of talking.

[member="Thalira Kiing"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

"Wa bargon ah bargon." The youngest of the trio replied slowly in Huttese as she pulled the first of the potted plants off a hover dolly. The girl, not yet twenty years old, turned to the two women watching her and rapidly spouted off a few words in their mother tongue, Zabraki. The three women looked eerily similar. Zabrak all, of different ages, and sizes, but the resemblance was unmistakable. The trio were even dressed in similar suits. Why, if not for the different tattoos on each one's face it would be difficult to tell which was which without close inspection.

"Grancha, Pateesa." The eldest of the women replied once more in Huttese, stepping forward to pat the girl's cheek. "You're going to do just fine, Renesri." The woman said, speaking in Basic finally. "Kil'kea, and I have the utmost confidence in you. So stay alert, and handle your business. Alright, sweet meat?" She asked, patting the girl's cheek once more.

The youth smiled up at the elder. "Don't worry. I won't disappoint you, Aunt Zenva."

Zenva smiled in return, serrated shark like teeth gleaming brilliantly against her black marked crimson features. "You never do, Renesri. We'll be close." Zenva turned away from her niece, the remaining Zabrak quickly moving to join her. They left young Renesri behind to unload another half dozen potted plants of considerable size. Each one stuffed full of "illegal" firearms. In Zenva's mind it was well passed time her young niece learned to earn her our credits. Frell, at her age I was fighting other people's wars, The Blood Matron mused darkly.

"Are you sure this is wise, Matron?" Kil'kea asked, speaking for the first time in hours, as she accompanied Zenva deeper into the market place.

Zenva waved a hand through the air absent mindedly, dismissing the other woman's concerns. "Relax, my zealous little cousin. It's just a weapons sale. You vetted the client yourself. Renesri has seen us do this plenty of times, she's fine. Besides, we'll be keeping an eye on her. Everything will be fine, Priest." Zenva stopped abruptly, her head snapping to the left. "Do you smell that? Fried fish! Come on, I'm starving." Zenva reported in an excited tone, immediately moving off in search of a meal.

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[Thalira Kiing]

Thalira took a swig of her booze, but coughed at the taste. It tasted like someone tried to copy a good booze, but failed miserably. "Who even drinks this crap?" She thought out loud, as she took another drink. Then she walked over to an unoccupied computer terminal where the closest person was several yards away. She began typing on the terminal, opening hidden security screens, getting a feel for it all before she had to do anything. She easily hacked into the security cameras without triggering any alarms, and she spent the next few moments looking through the cameras in the trading hub. She mentally mapped out a few blind spots, but there was still station security guards making up for that issue. She would have to find a way to get rid of them without stopping the trade.

Thalira left the computer terminal, leaving behind no trace of the hacking. She took a minute to watch everyone around her. The people trying to sell their wares, the people buying wares, people doing previously planned deals, and the few other people doing their own things. She knew it was possible other people were there to steal the illegal guns, Thalira would just have to steal the guns better. If anyone was going to make a profit from illegally modified guns, it would be her. Thalira walked to an area that would be a blind spot for the security cameras where she would be able to watch over where she assumed the trade would be happening. Only problem was that there was a security guard a little ways off, so with another drink from her booze she activated her personal datapad and started typing on it. If anyone asked, she was waiting to meet up with someone.

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Hypatia Najwa"]

 

[Chedi Iqari]

Chedi sat at the bar in the cantina, listening to the conversations around him. While going through Bane Sera's belongings (the Corellian smuggler who's ship he had recently "inherited") he had read that this was a place where Bane would often pick up jobs - and sell his goods. "Well, if I'm a smuggler now, might as well start here," Chedi thought. He was anxious to rid himself of the ore crated away on his ship, "The Trailblazer".

Chedi noted a woman sitting down from him at the bar, muttering to herself "Who drinks this crap?" - Chedi chuckled to himself. He watched as she walked towards the computer terminals. He couldn't see exactly what she was doing but it certainly didn't seem to be sending transmissions to tell her family where she was. When she was done, she moved to a corner of the cantina and started taping on her datapad. She certainly seemed like someone who knew who to contact to sell his ore - and maybe she'd even have a job for him. He took a swig the the swill that they called alcohol in this cantina and mustered up the courage to speak with her.

He pushed away from the bar and walked (well, he thought it was more of a saunter) towards her. "Be cool!" he muttered to himself.

[member="Thalira Kiing"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] [member="Hypatia Najwa"]

 

[Komoda]

"I can't stay here long" Komoda thought disdainfully. He hated the station, there was too many smells he couldnt lock down any particular trails. He felt exposed without one of his ravager units by his side He walked down towards the dizzying lights of the cantina by the rendezous. He was going to get his guns and get off this forsaken station and back on the ground.He wouldn't feel comfortable until he was back on a real planet. As he walked past some security camera he felt there magnetic field, and his scales sparked with electricity and the cameras shut down. Most blasters wouldnt work in his hands, his magnetic scales frying them, but he had these ones specially made to protect against this.

 

[Thuumal Xevshe]

In one of the darker corners of one of Dawn Station's cantinas, the air suddenly crackled and fizzed. A young couple sat at a small round table below a neon sign. As the air around them changed they looked up at the neon sign, expecting to see a malfunctioning neon sign. Much to their surprise, a falleen male materialized slightly above them followed by the audible sound of displaced air. As gravity took hold, the couple scrambled to their feet backing away from the table. As things that rise often do, the falleen fell, crashing into the table, spilling drinks, and generally making a scene. As the startled cantina patrons looked for the source of the sound, Thuumal Xevshe scrambled to his feet. Searching quickly, he found some napkins and began to clean alcohol off of his ill fitting clothing.

Those Aing-tii monks sure do like to give a guy an entrance. They could have at least let me land on my feet, He thought.

He turned to approach the bar, but then quickly realized he had no money. Still slightly dizzy and not quite used to teleportation, he slumped down in a chair at the couple's former location and attempted to get his bearings. As the smell of drying alcohol wafted into his nose, he met eyes with one of the couple. Nodding, he spoke nonchalantly.

"Wer...were you sitting here? Sorry about the mess..."

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[member="Komoda"] | [member="Chedi Iqari"] | [member="Thalira Kiing"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Hypatia Najwa"]

 

[Chedi Iqari]

Chedi couldn't believe his eyes. Suddenly a Falleen man had materialized from thin air and landed at the table directly to the right of him. "Were you sitting here? Sorry about the mess..." the strange man said. Chedi looked around to see if those around him were as startled as he was. The murmuring of the cantina stopped and nearly every patron seemed to be staring in the direction of the Falleen man.

 

[Komoda]

Komoda felt the force bend in a strange way and turned to see the commotion in the cantina. He retreated into an obscure alley to watch the events unfold in hiding yeelow eyes slightly visible.

 

[Ria Misrani]

She tossed the stick into the chute and checked the time. Hypatia left the food court and headed out to where deals like this were normally done if anything she'd watch and see where it went. Weapons, weapons weren't her thing. Hands in her pockets as she made her way down the corridors passing people by and careful not to brush shoulders. The Thyrsian noticed a blonde by a computer terminal but didn't pay her any mind at least not until she caught a movement. One thief could make out another, and smugglers like this station were a dime a dozen. Behind her, she missed the Zabraks but that was fine Hypatia's goal laid elsewhere as she looked left and then right. Cheap terminals made it easy to get in, wasn't like she was cracking a First Order securoserver.

Hypatia finished her work at the terminal casually crossed the 'authorized personnel only' door.


Maintenance, the purple-haired woman rifled through her pocket and pulled out a small aerosol device and sprayed the cameras. Every maintenance shaft led to a hub which would with hope lead her to a bigger score than the weapons. Trade hubs like this? People had money running in and out, and Hypatia needed a ticket out of here and down to Confederate space. Something in the force tugged at her to head that way, for why and what reason she didn't know. All she knew was that the Alliance wasn't safe what with the sycophants in the Coruscant First movement. Silver Jedi were way too lovey-dovey for her taste and she wasn't keen on running into either Sith Empire or First Order. And the Outer Rim? Maybe it'd be the next stop, but for now...

She stepped down into a larger tunnel and read the signs, turning left she picked up the pace she could hear the security droids talking about her already.

[member="Thalira Kiing"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Thuumal Xevshe]

The displaced couple looked silently at the man now sitting in their table. Some of the patrons were already lost in the bottom of their glasses, but several continued to look on nervously. Xevshe quickly scanned the room making a note of who was still watching. Most of those still watching were completely and utterly plain, the kind of folks who would call their friends and gossip about the alien the fell from the sky only to write it off as an illusion created by one of the delectable chemical concoctions made of water, watered-down swill, and...well, melting water. The green alien standing next to the table seemed more out of place. His body posture seemed to to say smuggler or outlaw, but his eyes betrayed his surprise.

Xevshe felt his pockets gently but immediately remembered that he had no money. To make matters worse, his sharp spinal ridges had already begun to tear through the tight, threadbare shirt. Whatever textile the Aing-tii had made these clothes from, comfort was not one of its properties. First objective, find some money. Second objective, get some new duds. What a life of adventure, he thought to himself.

Xevshe gave the man a strong nod, hoping to completely ignore what had just happened.

[member="Komoda"] | [member="Chedi Iqari"]

 

[Chedi Iqari]

Chedi saw the curious Falleen man look in his direction and nod. Chedi looked around him to see who could have gotten the Falleen man's attention. There did not seem to be anyone looking at him. "Was he looking at me?" thought Chedi. "How strange!" Chedi gave a little wave with his hand.

"Oh man - that was a dumb move. Way to be cool, Chedi!." he thought. He looked around the room for the woman he was planning to approach before the strange appearance of the Falleen man but couldn't seem to find her again in the crowd. He hesitated.

 

[Thalira Kiing]

Thalira sat down against the wall as she waited for the deal to go down. She continued to look around the hub to find out just how she was going to complete this heist. Her best bet was to cause mass confusion once she got her hands on the weapons, then she would run to her ship and fly away. That's if everything went according to plan, anyways. She fully expected something to go wrong, which kept her prepared to adjust her plan at a moments notice. But the plan was pretty solid for the time being. All she had to do now was to wait for the trade to actually take place, then she would execute her plan.


(([member="Chedi Iqari"] Thalira left the cantina right after she entered it. She's been in a completely different part of the station for a bit now. You must have overread that part?))