Dead Drunk : Prequel to Mission Mia

[Daxton Bane]

Smoke lazily curled towards the ceiling, as the owner took a drag from the hand rolled cigar before draining the last of the booze from the glass he was holding. So far, the mission had been a cakewalk. Providing security for some rich dope head was the kind of work this mercenary liked. The fact that his boss was Jedi, made him feel even better. It never occured to him to ask why a Jedi would need protection. He didn't really care as long as the money was good and the pay steady.

It allowed him to pay for his vices, like the cigars he smoked, the liquor he just consumed and the women he had fun with. Pushing away from the bar, he slowly got up to his feet and prepared to make his way to the exit.....

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn had gone alone to investigate about what the mansion would hold. he was wearing lose bandit cloathing over his armor. he had only his 2 pistols and his twin swords. He came alone on the fact that if there were more than one Mando comming into a Bar at once it would show that something was up. Jorn was walking to a local Bar where some company was selling home detection systems and traps. He kewn that Daxton may have filled the place with traps and he needed Info.

He was walking to the bar when a Fat man with a cigar in his mouth. before the man could get away he asked "Sir who owns the company that is selling.....home inproments?" He had to chose the right words carefuly so he wouldnt be made. He made sure that he had some credits so if he had to pay anybody off he could.

 

[Daxton Bane]

"Eh? Home improvements? Sure we can do that. Might cost you a plenty of shiny but we will protect what you got." The man replied sensing a chance to make even more money, well a least a few drinks anyway at the other man's expense.

 

[Jorn Mair]

"Oh so you own the company? Then may I speek to you in a private setting?" Jorn wanted to get the info he needed. and the only way he was going to get it was if they were alone. He looked around to make ure that nobody was watching them, and for people that may be suspicous.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Pointing at a booth, the fat man slides in and has the server bring in some Mandalorian Gold, with the war between the Sith and Mandalorians heating up, the price of the liquor was steadily becoming as expensive as its name.

"So what job do you have in mind? We do contract work for long and short term. Civilian force application and theft detriment that sort of gig."

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn looked around to see that nobody was listing into their conversation. "Im actualy looking for someone that you are probably working for. Hes a Jedi, lives in a mansion not to far from here? if you do..." Jorn put his hand on the table and showed the corner of some credits. "....I'd like to know what he used in his mansion." If that doesnt work he could amp up the pay or he would just have to shot the man in the knee cap.

 

[Daxton Bane]

"I might know the Jedi you are looking for. The price is ten thousand credits, cash up front. You got a problem with Jedi that's your business. That covers the information you want and for me to forget we had this conversation. Don't bother to haggle, my offer is a one time offer kind of deal." The fat man's greed was pretty evident, probably planned to bug out of town as soon as he was paid and the information handed over.

Jorn could shoot him in the knee, but not only would that cause problems in the bar, it would probably alert the defenders and the cops as well.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn had only 15,000 credits. It looked like this man wanted a alot for something that was needed. He placed the payment of 10,000 credits on the table, and while he did, Jorn had his hands on the grip of his blaster pistol. IF anybody wanted trouble he could give it to them. "Now if you would be so kind as to tell me the information that I need. Ill give you the creds." Jorn doesnt like men who lie about the information that he wanted. If the man thought about double crossing him, lets just say that Jorn had to save Mia and would do anything to do so.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Transferring the credits to his online account, he waited for confirmation of the receipt before pouring himself another glass and drinking it dry.
"What do you want to know?" He said, as he visibly relaxed now that he was ten thousand credits richer. "The Jedi hired three groups of mercs to provide security for his place. There are a total of twenty four freelancers on the grounds, working on rotating shits. At any given time there are eight on active patrols, while eight are on stand by alert, while eight rest. There are several droids but they service the inner perimeter. No guards are allowed in there as that is where the VIP is being kept. Haven't seen the prisoner myself, but I heard the boys say she is a looker. Any other questions?"

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn was talking this all in. He thought about the men taking shifts. He would have to think of a way for the group of them to get in to the stronghold. He then answered the man "Yes, what fortifactions were made to the house? Traps, hidden doors, anything of note. What might the Freelancers be carying?" He wanted all of the information he could get. If he wanted the best advantage he could get. H'd need to know everything there was about this place.

 

[Daxton Bane]

"Fortifications? Its a mansion, not a fragging bunker. The lawn is flat terrain, no cover at all, attackers would be forced to take hits as they walk up the driveway. All the guards are required to patrol the perimeter and outer rooms only. The inner rooms are restricted, off limits to staff and protected by a very secure lock.

"Free lancers are armed with all sorts of gear. They seem confident, probably ex-military like me "

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn lisened to the man say that it was "not a fragging bunker" the man may think it wasnt, but with Daxton you never knew. Jorn payed the man and then gave him the rest of the 5,000 credits he had and said "Thank you, and this is for you to be....shall we say silent." He waited for the man to respond becasue he didnt want any loose ends. He knew that if Daxton really wanted to get the info from the man he could, but he didnt care.

 

[Daxton Bane]

"My lips are sealed. Word of advise though, from what I saw of this Jedi, he doesn't mess around. There are better ways to die than to mess with them folk." But none the less he pocketed the rest of the cash and ordered another bottle to be opened.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn stood up and said "They better be. Because if I come back, You'll wish you were never born." Jorn then walked away. He didnt need anything else and he was not going to drink or eat anything untill they rescued Mia. They needed her, more than she may ever know. He walked out of the bar and proceded to go back to where the rest of their little "Sting Opperation" to relay the Info he was just given.