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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[Eira Dyn]

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

Taking the hand cannon from Jacen, she opened her jumpsuit a little, clipping the gun to her bra. "If it damages my bra, you have to buy me a new one." Eira stated firmly, zipping her jumpsuit back up. "Well be careful, can't afford to have you getting us caught because you make a scene by busting out of your jumpsuit."

Seeing the blush and smile from Eira's compliment, the assassin wondered how affection deprived this soldier was, could it be that a simple compliment or off the cuff comment truly matter that much to him? Or, could it be more the person offering such a compliment? Eira knew she was an attractive person, it was something she used as a way to manipulate and socially gain advantages over others. However, it wasn't something Eira thought on much, especially not with someone who seemed genuinely sweet and interested in her. It was curious and Eira was unsure what to think on it.

"Please, if I stopped objectifying you, you would get heartbroken. Bet you are the type who loves a forehead kiss for a job well done too." Eira teased, walking casually, as if she belonged in the building. Nothing strange was going on, just a woman who could have suddenly lost a lot of weight with a guy who bulked up suddenly. That's all, as long as she could convince herself of the lie then fooling others would be no problem.

Watching as Jacen leaned in close, Eira smirked, "of course we do. Now behave." Winking to him as she noticed the guards and grinned to herself. Looking around the shipping crates and the warehouse area that they were in. It was likely some kind of black market deal or spice trade. An idea formed in her twisted mind as she walked over to the guards, not seeing an issue. She swayed her hips, sauntering over to the guards in a flirtatious manner. It was a false air of her wanting to talk and flirt while on the job.

As soon as she got close, Eira lifted a delicate hand and waved it, using the Force to enter both of the guards' minds. "You want to let us pass to continue our job." The Mind Trick was a risky if they were resistant to that ability, however, Eira's experiences there were not many that worked these jobs with those abilities.

 

[Jacen Breska]

RIGHTFULLY STOLEN​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Second Legion Armor
EQUIPMENT:HG-88 Hand Cannon
C-11 Combat Knife
LOCATION: :: NAR SHADDAA ::
TAG: Eira Dyn

Jacen wondered what a potential outing to purchase a new bra of Eira looked like. Did he bring her a new one? Did they go find one together? Or did she expect he'd just give her the credits for it and that'd be that?
Probably, in all likelihood, the last option but Jacen allowed his mind to wander. So, too, did his eyes. As she pulled the zipper down and stashed his weapon, he caught a glimpse of the bra he now no longer minded replacing.

He glanced at her as she spoke of forehead kisses, "I think it'd depend on who was offering the forehead kiss for a job well done," he said with a soft grin, "but true, I guess I can't deny I don't mind if you do." He shrugged, his movements still stiff, "at least the jumpsuit makes it look good."

Then, as they part for a moment to try to figure a way past the pair of guards, he watched dumbfounded as Eira walked straight up to them, waved her hand over their face, and declared that they want to let him and her pass. His mouth fell open, and he found himself gesturing widely with his hands in exasperation before placing them both on his head.

I'm going to die here because of this crazy girl, he thought to himself. Then, something that surprised him to no end:

"We want to let you pass to continue your job," one of them said, and both stood aside, opening the door.

Jacen approached, bewildered and speechless, looking at the pair then back at Eira. "you did that? I could kiss you." He said, then moved through the door, laughing softly in victory. The other side of the door had a short corridor, a staircase leading down at the far end, and a security room just to the left of that. Jacen turned to Eira, a wide smile once again plastered on his face, "That was incredible. Terrifying," he shrugged and nodded, "but incredible."

He pointed a finger to the security door, "Quick pit stop in here before we go down?" He asked, approaching the door and opening it. A muscular devaronian woman sat with her back to the door, watching the monitors and smoking a death stick. "It's about damn time Sqe-" She said as she turned, stopping when she saw Jacen. Jacen himself, froze as they made eye contact. He raised his hand, "You'll forget I was here," he said with a sly nod, and the red-skinned horned woman pulled her lips back in a wicked grin, "No, I won't." She said as she stood and grabbed Jacen by his throat, lifting him up high in the air. Jacen gagged and choked, his hands on her forearm as she smirked at him, "Whatcha doin here? Some thief?"
"Well-" he started, slamming his arms down on her elbow joint, dropping himself down to the ground.

RIIPPPP! The jumpsuit gave way as he crouched down, and he groaned, gripping his throat and coughing before he pulled his knife from his boot, rising and stabbing her in the shoulder. The woman grimaced, but didn't yell out, instead pulling the knife free. Jacen exhaled exasperatedly and ducked under her form, getting behind her and putting her between him and the door as she turned and kicked him against the console, approaching and holding his own knife to his throat. "What was the plan?" She asked, rage and amusement painted on her face in equal measure, "Kill me with this?" She said, her eyes flickering to the knife pressing slowly into Jacen's neck.

"No," he laughed, glancing past the woman at the doorway, "Kill you with her."
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[Eira Dyn]

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

Eira had no concerns that the guards would resist, it was the unrelenting confidence she exuded at times that irritated others about her, that wall of confidence that seemed uncrackable. And for now, that wall was retained as the guards allowed them through. Eira turned over to Jacen and shrugged her shoulders, "sometimes there are benefits to tagging along with a Force User." There was a giggle that escaped her lips. She was curious when he mentioned that there was a side mission that he wanted to do before they progressed to the vault. It was curious.

She decided to humour him and watched as Jacen entered the room, then approached a woman and attempted a Mind Trick. Eira was confused, did he think he was a Force User, was he attempting to actually use the Force and it failed or was he just being dumb? The realisation that she might have agreed to go on a date with a dumb guy sent shivers down her spine. Not something to contemplate right now. It could have been a number of reasons so there was no good jumping to conclusions.

When Eira had been assigned the duty in taking out the guard, Eira sighed. Lifting a hand up, she began choking the life out of the guard. It was a slow death, with the Devaronian woman lifted in the air, gasping desperately for air. "We should clear the logs of our presence here. Also chuck this body in a locker." Squeezing the Force tighter around the throat till there was a sickeningly loud death crunch of the throat. Dropping the dead Devaronian, Eira tapped on the console of the computer.

Spending several minutes, Eira started impatiently slamming the desk. "This system sucks! No way that I can get into the logs and wipe our presence cleanly." Eira growled and kicked the desk of the computer. She was deeply irritated with the whole ordeal. Things were not going to plan and she was annoyed with that but she also knew that the plan wasn't over yet.

"You ripped your jumpsuit by the way. Hopefully no one will notice us till we are at the vault." Eira mentioned as she went to grab the Devaronian dead body and as she attempted to lift it up, Eira grunted deeply and failed to lift the dead corpse up in the air. Grunting deeply as she tried her best but the body was far too heavy. Way too heavy for her to lift up.

Pausing, she looked up to Jacen, "could you help with hiding this body?" Eira asked in a slightly frustrated tone that wasn't aimed at Jacen but more the situation in general.

 

[Jacen Breska]

RIGHTFULLY STOLEN​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Ripped Jumpsuit
EQUIPMENT:HG-88 Hand Cannon
C-11 Combat Knife
LOCATION: :: NAR SHADDAA ::
TAG: Eira Dyn

Jacen gasped for breath once the Devaronian was lifted up into the air and slid down to his knees collecting his senses. He watched the display of her choking, gasping for her own breath, with a sick blend of pleasure and fear. The poor girl grasped at an invisible hand around her neck until it cracked sickeningly. The way Eira just casually carried on as she slowly dispatched the foe was cold, dispassionate...scary. He slowly rose to his feet, rubbing his throat as the devaronian fell dead to the ground.
"You're scary, you know that?" he said, before he looked down, seeing the inner lining of his jumpsuit tear away, exposing his legs if the fabric moved just right. He closed his eyes and sighed in frustration, "Whatever, can't be helped."

He turned around and looked at the console, then turned to look at Eira as she kicked the desk, "Whoa, easy. It's not the desks fault." He turned to look at the console and saw a slot that could fit something. He turned to the dead girl and crouched down, thankful the jumpsuit ripped to an extent because he could move more freely. He pat the body, and found a code cert stashed in an upper pocket of her suit. He stood and wiggled the code cert. "Slicing I don't know. Couldn't tell ya how to hack anything more then a vine blocking your way, but..." he inserted the code cert into the console and the screens lit up with information.
"You don't have to slice in when you have the password." He turned to look at her, "You wouldn't happen to have a datapad, would you? Probably some info people'd pay for on here. Buuuut..." He navigated the menus, selecting subsystems and turning them off. Cameras, door logs, he erased both of them for the day and disabled any further recordings.

"There." He said with a smile, taking the code cert. He stashed it in his suit and turned to the dead Devaronian. "Here, grab her legs," he said opening the locker behind him and he grabbed her under her arms. With some effort, the pair managed to stuff the corpse in the locker and get it closed.

"She mentioned a name. She's expecting someone. We should wait for him to show up and take care of him first...There'd be a ruckus if he came in and didn't see her here."

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[Eira Dyn]

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

Eira chuckled, "hopefully being scary is not a deal breaker for you. I intend on only getting more terrifying as I age." A sadist smirk grew on her lips as she looked over to Jacen. "Just be glad I didn't have the power yet to crush her body into a broken ball of mass." There was a cold, callous tone to her voice. Something that was disconnected, did not care about the fact that a life had been taken. Eira was training to be a weapon, something sharp, deadly and moved without forethought. If there was a even a slight heartbeat hesitation then she could fail to land the killing strike. She could fail to ensure a senator or important Jedi escape the wrath of the Sith.

"Of course it is, the desk refused to obey my commands!" Eira growled, the frustration of losing time with this console, it was something that she could not afford. And it was highlighting that her skills were not flawless, that she was capable of failure in front of someone that she is technically meant to be stronger than. Someone that she is meant to command. Yet here she was, failing to simply splice into a system and wipe it clean of evidence. It was meant to be easy, it was meant to be a skill that she could learn to keep her identity protected and safe during assassinations. And here she was, failing to achieve that task.

Was she even worthy of the plans that Eira had set herself? Perhaps her grandeur was premature?

When Jacen used the chip to break into the system, Eira's gaze flickered from the dead body to him to the console. "Hmph." Is all she could manage. There was some part of her that was impressed with his achievement, another that was disappointed with herself for not succeed and a final part jealous that he had figured it out before her.

As Jacen asked about the datapad, Eira pulled out and plugged it in. Tapping the few keys she knew she needed to so they could start the download. "Might as well just take everything. Easier to sort through later." Eira stated. Setting it aside to download everything while they sorted out the mess this security room was in. Jacen picked up the torso and Eira tilted her head at him before looking at the legs, "very chivalrous of you to let me pick the dead body up from the lighter end." She teased, there was a little more bite than she intended but there was still an anger at her failings that burned in her gut.

Dumping the body out of sight, Eira nodded her head, "yeah. I heard that as well. We could attempt to hi...." As Eira turned around to point out areas where they could hide in the tiny room, she felt a guy charge into her. Tackling her forward till he had her pinned against the wall. Eira had been taken completely by surprise with this. Focused too much on the datapad and the dead body, not paying attention to her surroundings. Something she was sure to be criticised on later.

Pinned against the wall, Eira growled as she felt a punch to her gut. A Force Choke wasn't going to work this time and everything was happening in a messy blur from the moment she had gotten tackled.

 

[Jacen Breska]

RIGHTFULLY STOLEN​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Ripped Jumpsuit.
EQUIPMENT:HG-88 Hand Cannon
C-11 Combat Knife
LOCATION: :: NAR SHADDAA ::
TAG: Eira Dyn

Jacen didn't think. He just acted. He sprinted up behind the man holding Eira, snaking his arm underneath the guard's neck and clasping his hands together, wrenching back on the man's neck until he let go of Eira. Jacen dragged him back into the center of the room, and the man pushed back, slamming Jacen into the far wall, loosening Jacen's grip before he turned around, putting his hands on Jacen's throat.

Jacen stared into the man's amber colored eyes that seemed to glow with hatred. "That was my friend you killed..." He scowled, pushing his thumbs in Jacen's windpipe.

Panicking, Jacen reached his hands up and shoved his own thumbs into the man's eyes, causing the man to yell out and back away. Jacen fell down to his knee and saw his Knife the Devaronian dropped. He scrambled for it, coughing slightly, and grabbed it before rising back to his feet, putting his hand on the man's mouth and stabbing him.

The man yelled out, muffled though Jacen's hand, as the blade pierced him. Blood spurt out and covered Jacen as he stabbed the man again, taking him down to the ground and stabbing him one more time, panting heavily as he rolled off the man. He looked up at Eira, "Are....you....okay?"


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[Eira Dyn]

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

Eira had to gasp for air once Jacen pulled the other guard off her. Dropping to her knees, there was an audible curse that left her lips as focused on trying to regain her composure and breath. It had been a long time since she had allowed someone to just sneak up on her like that. Had she allowed her guard to lower too much? Assumed too much in her abilities? The whirlwind of thoughts raced through her mind that she had barely taken in the situation that Jacen was in as he fought the guard.

Her mind only snapped back to the present when she heard Jacen ask if she was okay. The young Sith assassin rose to her feet and shook herself. "Of...of. Ahem. Of course." Eira stated, regaining the control of herself as she looked him over, there was blood from the guard coating him all over and it was stained to the jumpsuit. "We can't have you leave wearing that, they will know something is going on and we haven't gotten the holocron yet. Perhaps you are better off in one of the guard's outfits?" It was more time taken out of their heist but at this point, it was safer to change and delay things that risk another guard seeing them. Since even from afar, they would tell that Jacen didn't belong and could trigger an alarm before either of them could prevent such an action.

Moving over to the guard that speared tackled her, Eira was sure that Jacen had killed him but the Sith was pissed and she wanted to harm something. So bolts of Force Lightning burst from her fingers, shocking the dead guard as she made sure he was dead beyond doubt. Grinning as she shocked the dead body several times. Getting a level of satisfaction that she craved in the moment. A confidence that the mission could still go ahead without further issue. Kicking the head at the side once she finished with her lightning, Eira moved over towards the desk.

Taking the datapad, the transfer was almost complete. "This should be done by the time you finish changing." Eira stated firmly. Using the time she had, facing away from Jacen so he could change without a prying eye, Eira looked over the cameras in the building, where they were located and who was active on guard duty and where. It also revealed where they needed to head in order to reach the vault. Something that wasn't guaranteed till now.

 

[Jacen Breska]

RIGHTFULLY STOLEN​

WEARING:: Jacen’s Ripped and bloodied Jumpsuit
EQUIPMENT:HG-88 Hand Cannon
C-11 Combat Knife
LOCATION: :: NAR SHADDAA ::
TAG: Eira Dyn

Jacen remained on the ground panting heavily. Adrenaline still coursed through his system and he didn't quite process what she said at first.

"What?" He asked, looking up at her, before the information finally reached his brain, "Oh. Yeah...I don't think blood is a part of the uniform." He rolled over and retrieved his knife just before Eira walked over and began shocking the corpse. The flashes and sudden smell of ozone caused Jacen to recoil and cover his eyes, only getting a glimpse of the lighting coursing through the body, causing nerves to react instinctively and the body to twitch. Then, when she was satisfied, she kicked the head for good measure.

He pulled his arm away from his eyes and looked at the slightly smokey corpse, then looked back up at Eira, "Yeah, I mean..." he started, dropping his eyes back and gesturing at the body, "Yeah. Showed him. What for.... Yeah." He pushed off the ground and shot a side glance at Eira. It was probably never going to be something he could get used to, just the sheer amount of what her kind could do. At least she used it on a dead guy and not him, he thought. Though the fact she felt the need to...did they all have anger issues?

Jacen turned and went to the other locker that didn't have a corpse in it, hoping there was a uniform in there he could wear. As luck would have it, there was a spare uniform in there and it was in the dead guy's size. And the dead guy was Jacen's size. Jacen's eyes danced over the suit as he thought about what he just saw. If he had the power to do what she could and someone irritated him like that, he'd probably chase a cheap feeling of catharsis too. He shrugged and pushed it out of his mind as he grabbed the suit.

No more super tight and uncomfortable jumpsuit for Jacen. He wiped the knife off on his jumpsuit then, very very very very carefully, stuck the blade in his torn inseam, ripping the Jumpsuit off of himself quickly and grabbing the spare. He slipped inside the spare jumpsuit and did a few squats, sighing appreciatively,
"It's so nice to be limber. Oh gosh." He chuckled to himself and turned back around. He wrapped his torn jumpsuit around the dead guy and used it to shield himself from any blood, shoving the corpse into the locker behind him and shutting it.

"Alright," he said, sighing again, "That's done," he turned and joined Eira at the console, "So, what we looking at? Know where we're headed?" He turned his head to her and cocked it to the side, "One of these days we gotta talk about what it's like to...do that," he flexed his fingers as if shooting lightning, "but right now, I got a pretty good feeling. Probably the fact I can do this," he twisted his waist and smiled, "Man. It feels so nice."

"I'm feeling pretty good. Where we off too next?"

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[Eira Dyn]

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

As she scanned through the different cameras and locations, she heard Jacen begin to change into the guard attire and couldn't help but glance back for a moment and inspect the man. Making sure that she enjoyed what she saw, especially since she had ended up agreeing to a date. And what she could spy was certainly a delight for her eyes. A smirk played on her lips, she wasn't going to say anything and definitely not going to make a big fuss since Jacen was not a man who needed a larger ego. At least not for the moment. There would be a time where she could state it and that is what Eira intended to do.

Save such a compliment for when it would be advantageous and not just dropping them freely. That did not seem practical or useful in Eira's mind. Seemed wasteful and allowed people to just assume they deserved compliments or boosts to their ego whenever.

Returning her focus to the cameras and the locations as well as the guard postings, Eira was able to plot a course. An avenue where they could travel without being caught until they were at the vault. But by that point, they would be ready to drop the disguises and only need an exit point. Eira was memorizing the path that they needed to take when Jacen came over. "Yes. There is a path, nothing too complicated but should avoid the guards until we meet the ones outside the vault. But we should be able to handle those ones and then, we just need to break into a vault." Eira stated plainly, looking up to Jacen from her seated position.

Eira then tapped several buttons and ensured that the cameras were now dead, avoiding the issue of them continuing to record the pair after they left the room.

She then rose to her feet and checked her disguise over, it still looked good for her to keep it on. "Well, follow me and keep it casual." Eira said in a firm tone. Turning around, the assassin moved forward with confident strides, having memorized the path that was needed to take, she was able to wander through. Thankful that the cameras had been wiped from their appearances but still attempting to keep her identity hidden from them. Just in case they were turned back on for some reason.

 

[Jacen Breska]

RIGHTFULLY STOLEN​

WEARING:: Jacen’s New Not Torn Guard Uniform
EQUIPMENT:HG-88 Hand Cannon
C-11 Combat Knife
LOCATION: :: NAR SHADDAA ::
TAG: Eira Dyn

Jacen adjusted the collar of the jumpsuit as his eyes scanned the cameras.

"Smart," he said, looking down at her with a smile, "this is much better then a bloodied and torn jumpsuit." he said, his hand running over the suit before he lazily shrugged his shoulder, "But only barely. Someone looks at me a touch too long they'll see I don't belong here."

He watched as she rose to her feet and left the room, appreciating her gait as she strode away from him with confidence in every step. She was something else, that was for sure. It wasn't all sunshine, but it wasn't all bad neither. He smiled as she dipped around the door frame, looking back at the console for a moment before he left to join her. He squinted his eyes at the machine and it's many screens. If only he had brought some explosive or something. Something to ensure they wouldn't get an opportunity to turn the console back on or use it ever again. With a quiet sigh and shake of his head, he turned and followed her out, keeping a healthy distance from her to lessen any suspicion.

Jacen kept his head raised, not meeting anyone's gaze but not looking away either. He simply acted as if he belonged, and anyone they saw ignored him. He noticed other guards as they walked and tried to mimic their own style of movement. Brash, arrogant, superior. He smirked to himself, they weren't so different after all. Something else he noticed was how they interacted with workers who got in their way. It was almost as if the workers were mere inconveniences. Almost like obstacles. A laborer crossed the path of a twi'lek guard and the guard simply put his hand on the laborer's face and pushed him away. He also made sure to appreciate the positioning between him and Eira. Respectfully. As she led the way down the path she plotted, it was his job to act as her shadow. He had to make sure he didn't lose her, so he made sure to keep her in his sights. It was all for the good of the mission, after all.

This path Eira had determined expertly avoided the direct path of any of the guards as they proceeded closer to the vault. Suddenly, a guard had come out of a side room and entered their path, his eyes squinting at Eira as they grew closer.

Jacen, thinking quickly, jogged forward and put his hand on the small of Eira's back, "I told you to MOVE!" he said, his voice raised as he kept his eyes locked on the back of her head, not meeting the guard's eyes at all.

He really hoped Eira would understand.
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[Eira Dyn]

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

From her calculations they were close to the vault, only a couple more turns and they would arrive. It was a positive that they hadn't crossed paths with a guard and Eira could taste that Jedi holocron now after having hunted it down for so long. The young assassin was more focused on the idea of getting to the vault and into the vault that her brain had not taken in the acknowledgement of there being another guard around. She was usually much more perceptive but this blind focus and the belief she was safe in her outfit and appearance had brought out a failing arrogance in Eira. Something that she had been more cautious of in the past while on mission.

It was when she felt the firm push to her back from Jacen that sent her stumbling forward. Dramatically so and she spun around to glare at him, there was no need in her mind for him to be that aggressive in the pushing. It was a step too far, crossing the line. "How dare..." Eira began quietly furious as fire burned deep in her crimson eyes. Then she heard the firm steps of another guard.

The guard that Jacen had noticed while Eira had gotten distracted. The woman sighed deeply, there was going to be an apology coming from her for the harshness when Jacen had been attempting to protect their cover but now Eira had ruined that with her blind focus. It was a shame, but there was nothing that could be done to repair that misstep but ensuring the guard did not get away. Moving with the unnatural super speed that Force Speed granted Eira, she forced the large male guard onto his knees with a hard stomp to the back of his knees.

Before he could make a sound or cry out for help, Eira grabbed the head and with a fast snap, cracked the neck to end the man's life swiftly. "Apologies for not seeing your attempts to keep our cover going. But we are nearly at the vault so even if he is found soon, we should be good." Eira stated as she dragged the body into the side room that he came from, closing it and bashing the controls to ensure the door could not be easily unlocked.

"Just a couple more turns." Eira stated, reaching into her jumpsuit, Eira pulled out the blaster that Jacen gave her, "now that you have the guard uniform, this shouldn't look so strange to carry and means you can be a quick shot to any guards outside the vault." Eira stated, moving forward. Clearly eager to get to the vault door now and break into the place.

 

[Jacen Breska]

RIGHTFULLY STOLEN​

WEARING:: Guard Outfit
EQUIPMENT:HG-88 Hand Cannon
C-11 Combat Knife
LOCATION: :: NAR SHADDAA ::
TAG: Eira Dyn

His face fell with dread as the guard noticed them, his own face filled with a confusion he couldn't process until Eira had set her sights on him. In a matter of seconds Eira had brought the guard to his knees and dispatched him. It was quick, clean, surgically precise. Unnecessary, but he didn't mind. It could have gone worse, he thought, as she drug his body back into the side room.

Jacen took a moment to appreciate her swift decisive action. And that she didn't use any magic for the manuever that he could see beyond becoming a blur in the force. Just technical prowess and intelligence. Beautiful. It was beautiful.

"I mean...well done," he said with a shrug. He barely had time to process the encounter himself before it was handled, "Sorry for putting a hand on you," he said, perhaps feeling a tad bit more apologetic than he would have before he'd seen that display, as he grabbed his blaster from her and put it inside his own suit.

"If it's served it's purpose, then alright. No crying from me. Let's get this done and get on outta here." He nodded and proceeded, following Eira as she directed the both of them towards the vault.

After a few more turns, they were outside the Vault itself. Two guards were there, posted on either side of the door with a blaster rifle strapped behind their shoulder. All pretenses were dropped the second Jacen saw the pair of them, he looked at Eira and nodded at her as he drew his blaster from his suit and aimed it at one of them,

"We got you dead to rights," he said flatly. His aim flicked between them, his eyebrows raised in mock sympathy. "You don't want to see what my friends can do, those pretty red eyes aren't for show."
He gestured down with his blaster, "So, if you please, rifles on the floor and open the door. Or we'll kill you and do it anyway."

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[Eira Dyn]

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

The compliment from Jacen was unnecessary but appreciated. She had trained her body to be ideal for such things and therefore, she knew that she would be good at this. However, it was nice to be noticed from time to time. Especially since few Sith were ever that generous with their compliments. Usually just a silent nod or a compliment squeezed between two critiques on what she could be doing better or more efficiently to ensure that these issues do not arise again.

Shaking her head, "you were attempting something and it was a good idea... I just, I was slow on the uptake and that is on me." Eira didn't like admitting her errors but this was one that had been far too blatant so she couldn't just pretend that nothing had been an issue on her end. Perhaps it was just some old fears that lingered in the mind of Eira. Trauma from where she was burned, attacked or never really found herself fond of being touched without her initiating such contact. It was far too complicated for the young Sith to ever feel a desire to unpack. Instead, she drew her attentions back to the moment.

Hearing Jacen order the vault guards, Eira waited till they dropped the rifles in understanding of the situation they were in. Then with a lazy flick of both her hands, she threw the pair into the wall. Forcing their heads to hit hard against the wall and knock them both unconscious due to the force they hit the wall with. Walking over to the vault security pad, Eira sighed, she really needed to invest in either learning Force abilities that would allow her to hack into spots or get a droid that could do the same job. Something small, something that could fit on her arm.

"How shall we deal with this? I can't exactly pull the door off its hinges..." Eira tapped her chin in thought as she looked around at the controls and the door, wondering how to approach the situation since either of them were exactly expert hackers. But then... the gang weren't going to have expert defences with the limited resources they had, right?