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Earn Your Keep
Location: Gentleman's club, Canto Bight, Cantonica
Tags: Katarine Ryiah
And just that fast, the chit hit the fan. From the bar, he'd been eyeing Miss Ruby in between drinks. He was just beginning to cool himself off from the hot Canonican evening when Tolsa's dance turned into a robbery. Harvey slipped a breathy feth, knocked back a big mouthful liquor, then shoved off from the bar just in time to greet one of the Moff's security guards with an elbow to the temple. Shouts of "You gotta pay for that!" mixed with "She's not alone, get him!" rang out in the mixture of screaming dancers and whooping patrons as Harvey dashed through the crowd.
Just out back, Harvey's unmarked police speeder was waiting for them with its engines already hot. She'd beat him there unless someone caught her on the way out. A few of the bouncers seemed to side with the Imperials, while others took their chance to show a little resistance and push back. Fists were thrown and it took Harv his all not to add a few punches into the mix. Instead, he cleared the last set of tables before the back entrance and kicked one over, sending glasses, food, and a losing game of Sabaac onto the floor. The door slid open with a reluctant hiss, and as soon as he'd stepped into the alley, Harv drew his blaster and bashed the door panel with the handle.
"We gotta get the hell outta here, Ruby," Harvey said to the Jedi-turned-stripper. He climbed into the speeder and when she was ready, he floored it. The Imps weren't nearly as prominent in the Corporate Sector as they used to be, but Canto had always been a favorite spot for Moffs and governors. He just hoped Tolsa didn't have a garrison of stormtroopers who weren't on the DireX's payroll...
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Earn Your Keep
Location: Canto Bight, Cantonica
Tags: Katarine Ryiah
"Yeah, I've got a place," Harvey said, weaving the speeder through traffic. If Kat was familiar with Canto Bight, she'd recognize pretty soon that he was taking them to the Worker's District. It was reasonably safe, at least from the Imps; the Sixth Kin gang made sure of that. Luckily, the Kin had something of a mutual understanding with the CBPD. Harvey was banking on it keeping them out of trouble when he came flying through. "I hope that thing was worth it," Harvey said with a sigh, glancing at the Jedi in the passenger seat.
Soon, The Broken Hoof came into view -- a relatively rundown bar in the Southern Stretch, one who's owner let Harv come and go as he pleased when he was settling business between the Kin and Canto's police.
"It's not the Senate Apartment Complex," Harv joked as he led the way in, "but it'll do." He nodded at the slender Arcona behind the bar, who seemed entirely disinterested in the detective and the scantily clad Imperial stripper following in tow. For better or worse, The Broken Hoof was quite accustomed to Harvey's work... and vices. He nodded for Kat to follow, leading her through the main barroom and into the back. "I've got a, uhh... safehouse, in the attic," Harv said with a smirk.
It was more or less a storage closest situated above the center of the parlor below them, but it was private and off the Imperial radar. Harvey offered the single chair to Katarine, choosing the rough-looking cot nearby for his seat. When they were settled, he leaned forward, sitting wide legged with his fingers interlocked. "Well?" he said, almost expectantly. "Did you get what you were after?"
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Earn Your Keep
Location: Canto Bight, Cantonica
Tags: Katarine Ryiah
“Yeah, well your bacon certainly needed it,” Harvey said with a laugh. Maybe she’d like his sense of humor, maybe not, but he figured he’d apologize later if it bothered her.He was quick to adjust his demeanor for the rest of her story, though.
Harvey felt his gut knot up when she mentioned her serial killer’s proclivities. “Dank farrik,” he grumbled. “Sick fether… and been sleeping since the Clone Wars? I could use a nap like that.” He slouched against the wall, sinking into the cot. No wonder Kat wanted to nail this guy. A millennia long killing career was nothing to bat an eye at.
“Lemme see that disk,” Harv said after a moment of thought. He held his hand out to catch it. “Republic-era tech isn’t that hard to crack. It’s finding a decoder that’s the tricky part.” He thumbed the disk over in his hand, examining it idly while he wracked his brain. There was a slicer that worked for Sixth Kin a few years back that was pretty good, but she got busted in a CBPD raid and put away. All the shadowrunners he knew were back on Denon, but after Darkwire went bust, he had no way of telling who was locked up, hiding, or dead.
Harvey tossed it back. “I’ll call in a favor or two, see if I can’t find us a good slicer,” he said. The detective inched over to the edge of the cot and stood with a groan. “In the meantime, I could use a bite to eat. You hungry?”
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Earn Your Keep
Location: Canto Bight, Cantonica
Tags: Katarine Ryiah
Harvey chuckled. "This place? It's called the Broken Hoof. My best guess is they named it after the fathier races here in Canto. Lost plenty of credits betting downstairs, but you're my first Jedi." He gave her a smile that seemed genuine, or as genuine as a crooked cop could be.
He led the way downstairs, nodding at the bartender as he slid into one of the corner booths. He held a datapad in one hand and raised the other to order a pair of drinks. "Food here's pretty good," the scruffy detective said. Under the pale green light overhead -and without a squad of pissed-off stormtroopers chasing them- Kat could get a decent look at Harvey. He wasn't handsome in the conventional sense, but he wasn't unattractive, either; if anything, he looked like he could use a hot shower and a three-day-nap.
Maybe that would make him look more... alive.
Harv spent little time eyeing his partner himself. The whole Jedi thing was a pretty strong deterrent, despite her choice of immersive field attire. Besides, in his line of work, Harvey had seen one too many pretty faces marred for no other reason than to ruin the view. Better to focus on dinner and finding a Republic slicer instead.
"So, this guy," Harvey said as he scrolled with his finger on the datapad, "his name's Sor-Jan Cordo. Works for a group called the Miyuki Trade League. They usually stick to Wild Space, but I might just be able to get him to Canto. A few credits usually do the trick, or maybe a good parcel of starship scrap - I hear Cordo likes starship scrap." Admittedly, Sor-Jan was less a 'guy' and more of a contact; Harvey hadn't actually met the slicer in person, but he'd sent plenty of things that needed cracking over to Miyuki's headquarters on Eadu. Hopefully the promise of a nice cut would bring him over to Canto Bight.
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Earn Your Keep
Location: Canto Bight, Cantonica
Tags: Katarine Ryiah
Harvey’s order came just after Kat’s. His sweet tooth was evident in the plate of fresh Trandoshani flatcakes that were laid on the table, but Harv would insist that he just preferred the classics. A hot cup of stimcaf followed, which had barely cooled before he took a healthy mouthful. If you quantified the amount of coffee the man had drank in his life, it could easily drown a small village - and that wasn’t counting all the rough days where he’d added a splash of alcohol to make the cases sink in less.
He took a bite of food before answering the Jedi. “Harvey,” he said. “Denson.”
Last names were fine, he figured; she was practically a cop herself, so what was the harm in a little familiarity? It dawned on him then that he only really knew her as ‘the Jedi’ and that perhaps she had a name, too.
“What’s yours?” Harvey asked. He reached for his caf and took a long drink, looking at her over the rim. The Broken Hoof had a way of making everyone look more mysterious than they were, but Harv could tell the Jedi had an allure - and that wasn’t just because of the whole g-string ordeal.
It was her demeanor, the way she carried herself. Been awhile since he worked with someone like that. And speaking of work…
“I sent a feeler out for Sor-Jan. Miyuki’s a pretty quick response, it shouldn’t take long to get something back.” Harvey sensed her eagerness to bust this killer. It wasn’t even his case, but he felt it pull at him, too. For the Jedi’s sake, he hoped the slicer would come through. If not? He was willing to help get her to Eadu, even if he had to barter a leave of absence to take her himself.
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Earn Your Keep
Location: Canto Bight, Cantonica
Tags: Katarine Ryiah
"Kat," Harvey said with a smile - a genuine one, not one of his chitty cop smirks. "I like that. It suits you." She was lithe, tactful, observant; the holy trinity of a good agent. He presumed that she was a Shadow, then, if not a cop. She had to be. There was no way CorpSec could afford to keep one like her on retainer, especially on Canto.
Harv polished off his caf, and as if the waiter bringing Kat's parcel over wasn't annoyed enough, the detective handing over the empty mug and nodded for a refill. It wasn't a rude gesture, but the waiter grumbled off to the counter anyway. "If he spits in my drink, I'll beat him with a fathier prod myself," Harvey said with a dark chuckle. Stars, it had been a long day.
"I'd have let you keep 'em," Harvey told her with a small shrug. And not just because he liked the idea of Kat wearing his clothes. "Anything you need up there is yours. Mi casa es su casa, as they say. How long are you planning to hang around Canto? Assuming the slicer comes here, and you don't have to make a jump to the Tingel Arm."
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