Private Chasing Criminals

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Nar Shaddaa
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol
Outfit: Casual
Tag: Jacen Breska

Eira had noticed the brief peeking from Jacen and heard the comments about not being put in the corner, it was amusing but she was pleased that he listened to her order. Eira had falsely assumed that when he went into the corner after finding a jumpsuit so she could start changing but she was part of the way through changing when he turned back around to answer her question. The temptation to shock him for peeking was high on what Eira wanted to do but she just rolled her eyes and finished putting on the rest of the jumpsuit.

It was something that was poorly fitting, very baggy and looked like it was made for someone twice the size of Eira. Even more ironic given how Jacen ended up in a jumpsuit that held the opposite problems. "Seems that I shouldn't trust your eye on what fits a person." Eira teased Jacen as she showed how much that the outfit drown her to Jacen. "Seems like we are wearing the opposite jumpsuits." Eira had to keep her jumpsuit buttoned up high and keep herself covered otherwise it would simply fall off her.

The Sith acolyte did realise that her baggy attire was perfect for storing the weapons which was small relief. "Hopefully we don't need to do anything too acrobatic, I fear your outfit might burst open from just you walking." Eira poked her tongue out at Jacen, heading to the door that opened them further into the building. "Vault should be at a basement level. Stairs should be around somewhere, these outfits likely only get us so far without drawing suspicion." Eira stated as she poked her head out of the door and looked around. Checking if the coast was clear.

"Be great if we could find the camera room and wipe those as well but that's optional. Focus on seeing if you can find any signs for the vault. And don't worry, your butt doesn't look too bad in the jumpsuit." Eira joked as she headed down the hallway, looking for any signs of there being stairs. Even in the baggy, oversized attire, the young assassin moved with grace and poise that came with years of training and dedication to be sneaky and deft on her feet. Her sharp eyes were scanning around as she was determined to leave no stone unturned and did not seemed all that fazed by what she was wearing.

Some might have been hurt by the outfit being too big or demanded they switched, Eira was more focused the mission and getting through this as smoothly as possible over how she appeared. Success overrode any other concerns.

 

[Jacen Breska]

RIGHTFULLY STOLEN​

WEARING:: Really Tight Jumpsuit
EQUIPMENT:HG-88 Hand Cannon
C-11 Combat Knife
LOCATION: :: NAR SHADDAA ::
TAG: Eira Dyn `

Jacen turned as both of them were properly suited up and got a good look at her in her jumpsuit. He felt his heart skipped a beat as he took her in. She looked cute in the oversized jumpsuit. Endearing. A smile crept across his face, and he let out a chuckle. "You look good," he said, "Very professional." He looked down at his own outfit, then looked at his hand-cannon he had placed on the bench. He would not be able to store that anywhere. Instead, he picked it up carefully and walked over to Eira.

"Can you hold this?" he asked, holding it handle first to her. "If I try to put this inside the suit it's gonna combust." His knife, however, sat nestled in his boot. Maybe it was better this way. He'd be less inclined to start blasting if he didn't have the opportunity.

Jacen scoffed quietly, thinking stiff his movements had to be to not suddenly be exposed to anyone who could see, "Anything more then a brisk walk and this is gonna wishbone," he muttered, starting to feel slightly like a mummy, "And stairs! Great. Love stairs." He shook his head, fighting the urge to ask Eira to switch. They were dressed, time was of the essence, and there was a job to do. Jacen followed Eira along, his movements stiffer then he would have liked.

But hearing Eira's compliment on how he looked, he couldn't help but smile and blush, before he furrowed his brow, "don't you objectify me," he said, turning his nose up playfully as they continued.

A few workers would poke their heads into the hallway and take a look at the two, and then maybe a double take, but never a third as they went about their business. The disguises, as uncomfortable as they were, were working.

The pair came to a set of double doors at the end of the hallway, and Jacen leaned close, "We belong here." He winks and nods, then pushes the button to open the door. They slid open with a hiss and revealed the main floor of the factory. Shipping crates litter the floor, with workers moving about shifting cargo from one spot to the next. On the far side of the floor, Jacen spied another set of doors, flanked on either side by an armed guard.


He nudged Eira's arm and nodded towards the door, saying nothing but a smile as he walked forward and bent over, carefully, to grab a box. A small box, then raised and walked it around the floor, observing the space, before setting it down ontop of another box, trying to steal any glance he could at the guards as he looked for any sign of a schedule.

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