Private Encounters of the Weird Kind

[Konor]

Theed Museum of Natural History
Naboo
Nightfall

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Subtlety wasn't a strongsuit, back in the days of plundering with Vil and the crew, they earned their keep with sheer brute force. Unfortunately, or rather, idiotically, Konor's ambition was larger than his skillset. This apparent job of stealing some sacred Naboo jewels required a discreet hand, something he'd never tried until today but the payout was completely worth it. The streets of Theed were as quiet as a tomb, most self-respecting people would be fast asleep in their beds. The low roar of Konor's jetpack carved through the haunting silence, Konor's lean frame soared through the night sky just before coming to a stop on top of a ledge of Theed's national museum.

Crouched over the slender ledge, Konor's gloved palms pressed against the large window overlooking the museum's main entrance. The near-human let out an exasperated sigh, realising what he'd have to do next. With no finesse nor grace, Konor's arm wound back before his fist shot through the glass window, shattering it instantenously. "And now whoever's guarding this place knows you're here. Man, I hate sneaking around." Still crouched, the outlaw reached to one of the many buttons located on his belt and with a quiet click, his suit's stealth systems were activated. Though he was invisible to sensors and such, if someone simply looked up at him he'd be spotted easily.

Shimmying from the outside ledge through to the inner one, Konor managed to lose his footing and slip off of the narrow surface. "Kriff!" he whispered, panicked and instincitvely reaching out to wherever. His palm, sliding against the wall eventually managed to halt his fall somehow. Surprised, Konor glanced at the palm that hugged the wall in front of him to realise his suit had some kind of adhesive feature. He grinned under his mask and snickered "A year later and I'm still learning new things about you, huh?" with the continued discovery of new features within this experimental suit, Konor began to realise it must have been designed for espionage purposes.

Beginning to scale the wall like a spider, Konor continued his way to the supposed coordinates of the Naboo jewels. Maybe subtlety wasn't so bad after all.

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[Neriya Dahle]

Theed had always been a lively city, with sprawling suburbs and a beautiful centre. It was the ancient bastion of art and architecture, a city that attracted billions of tourists from all over the galaxy. Even now, at this hour, were the small streets of Theed filled with partygoers and couples looking for secluded and romantic spots. But the streets surrounding the System's grand museum of art and history? They were almost empty. The only sound that gave away someone's presence, was an innocent whistle echoing through the streets. Because Neriya Dahle simply wasn't someone who could remain quiet.

The striking woman in green strolled through the streets, hands in the pockets of her short leather jacket. While her green eyes darted from window to window. Nobody seemed to care enough to glance at the street. Good.

The Bespinian woman grew quiet once the museum's stairs came in sight. Several droids patrolled the main entrance, marked as official property of the Naboo government, or so she judged from their insignias. Messing with those seemed like a stupid idea, or so Neri had thought at first. But the unfortunate truth was that all entrances and exits were heavily guarded. She had found out after circling the building. Twice.

Neri took a small cylindrical commlink out of her pocket. "Neri to cheekflaps. Seems like the place is just as heavily guarded as the boss thought" Her eyes were locked tight on the patrol droids as she waited for an answer. After three seconds, the commlink beeped. "My name. Is not. Cheekflaps" The Sullustan's frustration was clearly audible. Neri simply grinned. "That ain't gonna make the situation any better though. C'mon, ain't there somethin' ya can do?" Another pause. This one lasting a good two minutes. "I can probably disable the alarm system and cameras for you. Can't help you with the droids though." Well, that was a start. "Thanks cheekflaps, 'tis appreciated." Neri put away the commlink before the Sullustan could protest again. She knew that, even if he could deactivate the relevant systems, it wouldn't take long before the guards and their droids would notice. No, she wouldn't have any time to linger. This had to be a quick adventure. In, grab the jewels, and out. Perhaps that was for the best, considering that the boss was going to be there too...

Konor | Hawkbat | Reuben Azari |​

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[Alana Calloway]

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Encounters of the Weird Kind​

tag: Konor Neriya Dahle Reuben Azari Kaz Vizsla​

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A sigh escaped her lips as leaned back on her chair, the warmth of the sun caressed her face, sunlight adorned her body, and she felt as if she was in something akin to heaven. All that loomed before her were the beaches of Spira, the clear ocean waters called to her, but the voice in her head told her to simple remain as it was. There was no rush after all, why worry? She had struck it big after that last score, so much so that'd she'd never have to work again. There was a sound of hydraulics that she knew was a droid, probably a server droid that was bringing her drink. About damn time. She turned her head, smirking as she extended a hand, eyes finding not a server droid, but rather armed security. Panic seized her mind, the bounty huntress jumping up, reaching for the blaster she didn't have, only for the guards to seize her, stun blasts firing as she tumbled to the ground. Fear took over, as her eyes darted frantically, her lips unable to move, any good lie was dead on arrival.​

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The security jumped her, restraining her as the lead guard stood over her, his voice seemingly familiar to her, though she hadn't a clue. "Alana, are you there?" The man shouted, prompting further confusion from the Echani, until a loud piercing 'BRINNNG' jerked her back to life, the woman smashing her head against the top of the vent, a swear escaping her lips as the back of her head erupted in pain. She was no longer on the beaches of Spira, rather she was in a dirty and cramped vent. "Force damn it Chevy, what th-" "Hey, are you smoking death sticks again? You went quiet for the last thirty minutes." The Bothan was less than pleased, however, he failed to account for the fact that Alana didn't care. The Huntress checked her time, and saw that yea, she had missed the check in time. No wonder why he was so uptight. "You know we need to be on it with these check ins, timing is-" "Yea, yea, yea, time is the battery that runs the galactic clock or something." She scoffed, moving forward as she crawled through the vent, not really caring about the little nap she had just had. No, she didn't have a death stick, but being told to 'lay low for a minute', meant take a power nap. Chevy needed to chill the hell out. Maybe if he just puffed on a deathstick or two... She grinned at that, wondering how the Bothan might react.​

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She could hear him complaining at the moment, something about her being disrespectful, and rude, and yadda yadda yadda. No wonder why no one wanted to work with this guy, he was a serious kill joy. Well, once this job was done, money wouldn't be an issue anymore. Unlike the last few times, nothing was going to get in the way of this.​

 

[Kaz Krayt]

When it came to the theft of high profile items, stealth was likely the most preferred option. Especially when it was very likely that the said items were not alone. But to ask the brutish Zabrak to do something quietly was a bit too much.

Kaz crouched on a rooftop overlooking the target building. With binoculars he studied every part of the building that he could. If he couldn't go in quietly, at least he could try to go in quickly and get back out before someone could pursue. The perks about having a jetpack. The sun was fading and soon he would have his window of opportunity. Though there were still a few more minutes left so the Zabrak sat back and removed his helmet. "Still got a few minutes. So that means a few minutes more of browsing..." he muttered, whipping out his datapad... only to let it slip out of his grasp and fly off the roof. Wide-eyed and suddenly on his knees, he groaned and slapped himself in the face. "Karking butterfingers. The hell am I gonna tell the insurance dude?" he grumbled as he stared down at the shattered datapad lying on the ground far below him.

"Kriff's sake." he muttered as he sat back, reaching for his pocket out of habit only to be reminded that the contents were splayed out on the ground. The evening was off to a great start.

With a sigh he pulled out his binoculars and made sure his grip was solid on the military hardware. "If I put it in rice... nah, that's just retarded. That's for water damage, not fall damage." he grumbled. A soft chuckle escaped him as he watched the building. "Rule of chaos, though. Somewhere in the galaxy there has to be an idiot that will try it. Boy, that dude must be dumb." he continued, his gaze shifting to the streets and the entrances. It was a good thing he wasn't planning on using the main entrances... they looked difficult. "And that's why you should always carry some thermals." he told himself with a triumphant grin as he sat back.

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[Reuben Azari]

With little in the way of money, the former Jedi had taken to working wherever he could, though within reason as he didn't want to overtly be committing any crimes. A peculiar rumour had led him to the Natural History Museum of Theed where there were suspicions of the museum being used as a front for money laundering. If the rumours were true, which was yet to be determined, then he would make a small dent into the sum of money so he could at least provide for himself for a while. It wasn't ideal but it didn't make him feel too guilty.

The room was dark aside from the glow of blue light from the screens on the wall which provided the feeds of security cameras and access to the computer system which he was slicing into with no sense of urgency. On the floor behind him lay the body of one of the deactivated security droids. The situation seemed under control until the sound of distant glass shattering drew his attention away from the screens.

He switched back to the camera feed to try and find the source of the noise but the screens went static as the cameras were interfered with. There was no doubt in his mind that he was no longer alone but the question was: who had joined him?

Scooping up the blaster, he abandoned his post to approach the origin of the noise, careful to avoid any droids in his path. As he was pressed against a wall, he caught himself and wondered what he was doing for a moment. He was no longer a Jedi and hardly a vigilante so he had no business preventing anyone from breaking in. However, if someone was to botch their job then there would be implications for himself too and the last thing they needed was for law enforcement to be privy to their presence.

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[Konor]

"...Can do anything a spider can... 's catchy. Should totally patent that." the half-Sephi whispered to himself as he continued to crawl against the museum interior's marble walls. Whistling quietly to himself Konor quickly scrunched his lips and shut up once he caught sight of a few security droids arriving to investigate the broken glass. "Please don't look up, please don't look up, please don't look up." Konor whispered to himself over and over, wishing his suit had some kind of EMP device. Maybe it did but this wasn't the time to test it.

Konor briefly considered fighting them head-on but pondered if he'd be quick enough to actually take them out before more could arrive. While the outlaw deliberated, becoming increasingly aloof to his surroundings, the security droids continued their search of the area before eventually they would simply glance up and see Konor on the ceiling.

"Halt, humanoid. You are trespassing after hours, please leave. Failure to comply will be met with hostile action."

Double-taking, the masked outlaw glanced down toward the two droids pointing blasters at him. He sighed and his shoulders slumped "At least you're polite with the threat of harm. Most people in the business aren't as... accommodating." now that he'd been had, there'd be no choice but to fight his way to the target. Just like old times. The thruster on the back of the tacticul suit roared to life as the adhesives disengaged. Jetting over to the droid closest to him, Konor's arms wrapped around its torso and he proceeded to fly into museum displays, shattering the glass.

Flying closer to the ground, Konor dragged it across the floor as he avoided blaster fire from the other security droid. With the use of his strength, Konor flew upright, spun around, landed and went on to use the droid as a shield from the blaster fire. "There was a better way to handle this..." he said to himself before throwing his makeshift shield at his other attacker.

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[Neriya Dahle]

Neri blinked twice, and raised her commlink again. "Hey... Did you do anythin' to distract those droids?" The Sullustan responded immediately. "No. Why?" Neri's eyes narrowed, as she watched fourteen patrol droids abandon their posts and rush into the building. "Where are we going lads..." She mumbled. Regardless of what was happening, it gave her the opportunity to enter. The alarms and cameras were down, meaning that the only real threat was running into those patrol droids. But if she kept some distance between her and the mechanical guards...

A self-satisfied smirk watched over her features as Neri strolled forward, suppressing the urge to start whistling again. She entered cautiously, one hand on the holster that held her blaster pistol, and the other held beside her ear. She heard the footsteps echo in the distance, as metal clanged against the stone floor. They were moving away from her, deeper into the building. In the direction of the Queen's exposition, judging by the signs. Neri bit her lower lip. That was admittedly less pleasant, considering the jewellery she was asked to obtain belonged to that collection. Did this mean someone else was gunning for it? That couldn't be the case, right?

"Why couldn't it just be some dress from that ancient Amidala woman." She groaned, as her legs almost forcibly carried her in the direction of the noise. "No, it's gotta be the expensive centerpiece jewel, cause nobody's gonna miss that one" For a brief moment, she considered just taking some holopainting off the wall and making a run for it.

Neri stopped, eyeing the marble statue of a scantily clad woman. Maybe she could. After all, she was still in the main gallery. It took little effort to just snatch something and disappear. And well, the consequences of her actions were really a problem for the future Neri, weren't they?

Her self-satisfied smirk returned as she approached one of the holopaintings. But as she raised her hands, she got caught red-handed.

"Halt, humanoid. You are in violence of code 105. Surrender, or be met with hostile action. The five patrol droids came from the building's entrance, blasters already raised. Neri cursed under her breath. " 'Ello boys! Fancy meeting you here!" She placed her hands on her hips, greeting them with a beaming smile. "Ah don't mind little ol' me, I was just adjustin' the holopainting. It's not hangin' straight, see?" The droids hesitated for a moment as she jabbed a finger at the artwork. She was really thankful that the patrol droids had such primitive processors.

Without waiting for an answer, Neri backpedaled, her blaster pistol unholstered and firing in a heartbeat. She wasn't aiming at the droids, however. She knew that, even if she could take these five down, many more would follow. No, she aimed at the security panel beside the entrance. The one that regulated the lockdown procedures. One of her blaster bolts slammed into the panel, the thing going up in sparks and black smoke immediately after.

"In hindsight, it ain't! Now, I gotta dash. Sorry to hold you boys up." She winked at the droids as the large durasteel panels came down, covering windows, the entrance, and all corridors connected to the main gallery. Including the corridor she stood in. The droids tried to reach her in time, volleys of stun bolts flying past her as durasteel began to close the corridor off. Neri simply waved, ducking as another stun bolt shot over her head. The thick layer of durasteel separated her from the droids mere moments after.

"Okay. Now let's see who's been makin' a mess in here." She said to herself as she turned on her heel, ready to move on to the next gallery.

Konor | Alana Calloway | Kaz Vizsla | Reuben Azari​

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[Alana Calloway]

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Encounters of the Weird Kind​

tag: Konor Neriya Dahle Reuben Azari Kaz Vizsla​

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She had managed to continue worming her way inside the vent, though she didn't have an accurate way to detect where exactly she was in the facility. She was just glad she had a thin figure, else she might have been half way to being in a frantic panic. She paused as she managed to peek in from one of the vents, but found nothing enticing; looked to be some sort of art gallery. Alana paused for several moments, her hand rubbing her forehead. She was going to have to ask the Bothan for help, and no doubt he was going to chide her. "Hey, Chevy, where the hell am I going again?" A sigh followed from the other end of her comm, and the Echani merely shook her head. "Are you using your HUD? The map is still running according to your armor." She grimaced, slowly removing the hat from her head, then slowly pressing the switch on her neck choker. The armor quickly materialized around her head, the confines of a metallic shell were not something Alana cared for, but hell, she didn't have much of a choice right now.​

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Sure enough, the map display was there, blinking a little indicator on it to show where she was. She glanced forward, trying to mentally map out where she would need to go, and if the map would be able to get her there. She smirked, seeing the Natural History display was just up ahead, which had the target she was here for. She inched forward, passing over the vent and her hat now secured in her hand as she moved forward. She hadn't gotten too far before the voice of Chevy spoke to her. "What the hell did you just do?" He demanded, the sound of a 'thud' was muffled in the background, something really had him worked up. "Keep your fur on Chevs, what the hell are you yammering about?" "Did you just trigger a lockdown? The main gallery just had it's blast doors deployed! What the hell did yo-" "Hey, shut it. I'm still in the vent you dunder-head. They might just be doing a routine check, chill." Rolling her eyes, she came to a halt at the vent, ignoring whatever the Bothan had to say after the fact. Finding the next vent to be the closest to her target, she smirked, and gripped the metal object with her crush-gaunt. She applied the faintest bit of pressure, and slowly worked it up.​

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The metal gave way with a low groan, before it finally came loss, Alana swiftly triggered the mag lock, catching the crumpled vent against her palm, before sliding it down the rest of the vent; she realized the mistake a half second later. A loud rattle echoed through the vent, and she winced at having played her hand. With any luck, she wouldn't have to shoot anyone. Placing her hat on her head, she inched herself forward over the vent, before sliding her feet into the hole. Using the magnetic gloves, she clung to the vent, and slowly worked herself out. Any on looker below would see a pair of legs emerge from the new hole in the ceiling, followed by an armored figure wearing a hat emerging from it. Giving a quick glance down, she flexed her toes, and felt the repulsors on her boots engage. Chevy was still talking, muttering something in Bothese now, to which Alana was quick to silence him. "Yea, very interesting, but I'm going to work now." She put the Bothan on mute, having gotten tired of his nonsense. She made a mental note to cross him off her future partners list.​

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Feeling the ground below her was now safe, she released her grip, and fell to the ground. Her stomach clenched for a moment, feeling the air tug at her coat, then the was a sudden lurch, and she found her feet; the lift breaking the momentum of her fall. She stumbled forward, shutting off the lift as trying to walk on it was like treading on greased ice. She took a moment to catch a breath, then reached up with a frantic hand to clench her hat. Feeling it was still on her head, she sighed in relief. Alana raised her hands over head, stretching out as the vent crawling was a tad annoying.​

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She gave a small glance of the gallery, seeing all manner of gems and stones here, but there was one in particular she was here for. Banishing the head coffin back into storage, she tugged her hat down tighter on her head. Despite the claustrophobic nature of her armor having been removed, she still felt...uneasy; like something bad was going to happen. It didn't feel like a withdraw either, else she'd have the mother of all head aches. Her right hand moved to her hip holster, pressing her hand against the grip of her CRP. Her 'sixth sense' was starting to hum at the back of her mind, and it was quickly getting on her nerves; she should have smoked another stick before getting to work. Regardless, she continued her search, looking for that damn gem stone, then she could get the hell outta here.​

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[Reuben Azari]

Before he could reach the source of the noise, it seemed that matters had escalated beyond control, given the piercing sound of shattering glass which echoed about the empty museum which was followed by a chorus of droids marching in pursuit of the other late-night trespasser. With the other already exposed, there was little more he could do aside from remaining inconspicuous himself.

It quickly became apparent that there were several others nearby in the building, not only because of their presence in the Force but it was evident in the sound of blaster-fire coming from elsewhere. With the scene they were causing it wouldn't be long before the local authorities caught wind of the ongoing crime and dispatched officers to the scene.

As the sound of metallic footsteps approached in his direction he turned to run down the corridor behind him but was met with a metal panel sliding shut over the entrance. A robotic voice behind him forced him to turn around. "Halt, humanoid. Surrender your weapon and do not resist." The droid demanded. "Sure thing." Reuben feigned surrendering by beginning to lower the blaster in his hand to the floor but angled it upwards at the last moment and shot the droid through its central processing unit - a lucky shot from someone with little marksmanship experience.

With authorities likely alerted to the situation unfolding, his priority became to find a way out. The room fell into an eerie silence again but it wouldn't be long before more droids were alerted to his location, he imagined. Using a small device similar to a datapad, he connected to the isolated security system for the hallway before him and a few moments later the door slid open to reveal the main gallery.

His gaze shifted from the shattered glass on the floor to the person responsible in disbelief. He saw a droid approaching him out of the corner of his eye and shot it without so much as looking towards it. "What are you doing?!" He asked, holding his arms out in an open gesture of the chaos that had ensued.

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[Xan Deesa]

Despite everything going on, Xan could still multitask. On Denon she had a prison break to deal with and was hoping to piggyback off someone's Holonet connection there... but she could still see and actually process everything else she had going on. It was bizarre and she didn't question how, she simply went with the binary flow. One of those things was keeping tabs on her newest literal partner in crime. He was good at keeping a low profile, she had to give him that. Aside from absolutely meaningless holonet browsing she had nothing else on him.

But that changed rather quickly when she decided to look in on him.

While Konor was busy trying to get rid of the two guards, a call popped up with a colourful avatar popping up in the corner of his HUD. "Well now, seems you've dropped in on a rather shiny situation." she quipped with a snicker. She made herself at home in his suit and used it to get a look around as he flew around the place. "Seriously, Konor? You got a karking convenient buddy floating around on the holonet that can make your life so much easier with jobs like these... and yet you won't even send a message to ask if I can help. Seems I gotta do everything myself." she teased, getting to work on letting herself into the museum's systems.

It took a bit of a while, but she finally got in using a new arrival's datapad and immediately helped herself to the camera feed. "Hey, Konor. I didn't know you have friends. You invite some misfits along for the ride on this one?" she asked him casually in the middle of his situation. She decided to "sit back" and watch through the cameras as the collection of oddball individuals scrambled to accomplish their own missions. "This is rather fun to watch." she thought to herself as it all played out.

She just hoped Konor didn't get flatlined with this rodeo. She was enjoying getting on his nerves so far...

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[Konor]

Following the subsequent droid-on-droid attack, Konor darted into cover behind one of the displays just before the droid was able to recover. The glass above his head shattered, small pieces falling onto his head and shoulders "Ow! Ow!" quickly, Konor rolled toward another display placed next to the one he was previously taking cover behind. Before being able to make his next move, Konor feared his suit had been hacked into when a strange avatar appeared in the corner of his HUD "Of all the times to get-- oh..." the outlaw's dismay quickly turned to shock once he realised who the avatar belonged to.

"Since when were we buddies? We did one job together! Besides, I don't need your freaky AI skills, I've got everything perfectly handled." he said with full confidence, shooting off a blind shot in the direction of last remaining droid. Konor's face drooped once Xan confirmed his previous hunch... he wasn't the only one in the museum, unlucky. "Ugh! No, I didn't. Thanks for the heads-up." the half-Sephi flinched ever so slightly at the sound of a blaster being shot off, but not from the direction of where the droid was. Following the shot, he heard a metallic clang before he turned to the origin of where the sound of the blaster came from.

"What are you doing?!"

Without hesitating, Konor retorted "What are you doing!" before getting up to his feet and aiming both of his DC-15s at whoever this guy was. As if things couldn't get worse, some kind of lockdown had been initiated. Now Konor was stuck in the room with a guy who's threat level he had no idea to determine. On the bright side, at least he had complete access to the jewels... or so he hoped, depending on how things would go with Hazel-eyes over there.

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[Neriya Dahle]

The porcelain vase she had been set on stealing shattered in a thousand fragments as it hit the dark marble floor. Neri stood in the middle of the hallway, wide-eyed and gaze locked on the woman that had dropped from the vent. Kriff, kriff, kriff. She had to suppress the adrenaline welling up in her stomach. She could tell with a single glance that this was not someone she could beat to the draw. "Oh." Neri forced a smile. "What'cha doing here? I thought we were s'posed to meet up in front of the thing!" She vaguely pointed ahead of the both of them, in the general direction of the jewellery's gallery. It was pure bluff; she just hoped it wouldn't be too obvious.

"Did somethin' go wrong? I saw that somebody triggered the lockdown mechanism" She took a confident step forward, pistol still holstered and hands nowhere near it. C'mon, you're in control of the situation... she thought, although she couldn't deny that she was sweating. "Means some other geezers must be after our catch too." She made sure to keep one of the museum pieces between them, as she made her slightly cautious approach. "Wait, you knew I was comin' too, right?" She had no idea who the woman was, or if her gamble would pay off. "Anyways, we gotta hurry or they'll get there before us."

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[Alana Calloway]

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Encounters of the Weird Kind​

tag: Konor Neriya Dahle Reuben Azari Xan Deesa​

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The shattering of something fragile startled the wayward gunslinger, as she spun around, CRP being slung out of her holster, and aimed towards a rather lovely looking woman; which meant trouble. Oh no, she was smiling at her, why was she smiling at her? Alana's eyes widened, her mind jumping to the wrong questions, as she didn't keep the revolver trained on her for long. Lowering the weapon, she only now was wondering what this woman was doing here, and why she was acting like they were in this together. Alana was pretty sure she'd remember this woman, she had a face that just struck you motionless. She looked like one of those women you'd see in one of those glamor model holos. Was she single? She wondered..... 'Damn it Alana, focus.' She kicked herself, finally thinking sane questions for the moment.


Alana brought a hand up and rubbed the back of her head, trying to work out what exactly was going on. Did she just happen to stumble onto some big heist? She could just call Chevy and check with him, but she'd rather take a blaster shot to the back than listen to the prissy Bothan again. "Listen, you're lovely and all, but I'm pretty sure I'd remember if we were shacking up for a heist." She took a hesitate step back, glancing to the gem display, then back to the beautiful stranger. If what the girl was saying was true, then this place was already being ransacked, which meant the security forces could very well be on their way. "Frankly lady, I'd love to chat and swipe your comm frequency, but sounds like this place is gonna be a popular hang out for sector security." Alana removed her hat, giving a small motion with the hat towards Neri and slipping it back on her head. "Right, so, I'm Alana, and we probably should just get while the gettin's good." She took exactly five steps back, the presence of this woman was getting herself a bit flustered, which in turn lead to disaster. Alana had miscalculated the distance to display case, as she bumped against it, and fell elbow first through it, smashing the glass, and revealing the rather valuable gems inside. "Well, feth." She swore, pulling out her arm, and trying to think of something smooth to say to recover. "Who put that case here?"

Not her best moment, certainly.

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[Reuben Azari]

"Woah, woah, woah!" He aimed his weapon towards the person who had taken aim at him in defence. "Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." He tried to reassure the person threatening him. With two blasters to his one, Reuben was seemingly at the disadvantage and though he could though he could likely disarm the other with a flick of his free hand, he was wary of using his abilities too liberally lest he draw unwanted attention.

The former Jedi lowered his weapon to show he was not a threat, slow in his movements to avoid spooking the other man and to prove his words true. He was a criminal, sure, but not a violent once. Any actions he took were in self-defence but he hoped it wouldn't come to that, though that depended on the reaction he received.

"I'm just here to gather intel." He finally answered the question. "We're not the only ones here so as long as you promise not to be trigger-happy, I promise not to shoot you either." He offered. It was never particularly wise to trust a criminal but he hoped that there would be some kind of unspoken understanding that would allow them to at least cooperate for now.

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[Xan Deesa]

"We're friends ever since I got the ability to post your face and location all over the holonet, now quit being salty and stop playing around. Kill these droids-" she was cut off by the blasterfire and the droid crashing to the ground. "... Dude looks like a boy scout." she remarked as she studied the new arrival through various means.

Things were all over the place. The two men were in a standoff, while two girls were locked into a rather curious exchange. She was tempted to continue watching but Konor's situation drew her attention. She decided to intervene. From the stranger's commlink her voice erupted. "You should be gathering the expensive stuff, they're worth more than intel. Also if you shoot him, I'll lock you in here. I need him, boy scout, so be nice." she quipped. From Konor's perspective, she was standing next to the stranger and making bunny ears while her digital body glitched out a bit.

Back to the girls, the cameras all moved around and locked in on them. Through the intercom system she decided to have some fun with them. "Yo, cowgirl. You're about as smooth as a hyperspace jump through the Kessel Run." she spoke to them. "If I were you, I'd just swallow a blaster bolt. 'Cause hot damn that was bad." she laughed over the intercom. "By the way, I can lift the lockdown if you two ask nicely and play nice with my friend over in the other room." she continued.

"Yo, bug eyes. You better get your stuff sorted quickly. I can lift the lockdown for you, but the silent alarms triggered before I could stop them. You don't got long before Naboo's finest gets here... oh damn, you better steal that ruby there, that's sexy." she commented to Konor, her hologram appearing by a broken display case containing a ruby that caught some lighting perfectly. "Like, damn! Look at this." she called out as she waved her arms frantically at the stunning ruby. "Hey boy scout! You better leave that ruby alone. That belongs to me!" her voice called out through the man's commlink once more. The cameras in the room rotated and zoomed in on him, tracking every movement he made. Unbeknownst to everyone present, she was making good use of her capabilities to figure out identities.

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[Konor]

Konor's blasters were still trained on the new arrival, meanwhile he was trying his damndest to ignore Xan's stupid avatar in his HUD. Rolling his eyes, he responded to her statement about their alleged "friendship" from earlier "Friendship through blackmail? Yeah, that'll end well." he groaned harshly, aloof to the fact that to the guy staring at the end of his barrel, he was talking to himself. The guy's attempts at deesculating the situation was naive at best, Konor's eyes scanned the other guy's features for several seconds and he agreed with Xan "Totally a boyscout." Konor was still uneasy around the man, memories of Vil's words of wisdom flashing in his head.

"If you wanna last a day in our world, kid? Trust no one. Not even me."

Hazel-eyes lowered his weapon, moron, but Konor decided to play along for now. Lowering his weapon but keeping himself armed, the outlaw kept at a cautious distance from the man as he explained what he was here for "You promise?" Konor chuckled "In our line of work, a "promise" is as useful as whazzing in the wind." Konor continued ignoring Xan until she finally managed to capture his attention once more. "You don't gotta tell me twice." the masked outlaw wandered over to the broken display and snagged the jewel from its pedestal, placing it into the empty pouch on his belt Konor continued rummaging for more as he grinned under his mask. Oh yeah, this was going to be a big payday.

Once he'd gathered everything he needed, Konor turned to face the "Boy scout" and called out to him "Alright, Curls. Guess we're in this together for now, you ready?" upon confirmation from the guy, Konor's fingers tapped against the commlink inside his mask "Yo, friend by blackmail. Lift the things." he said nonchalantly, preparing himself for his escape... and meeting the others locked in the museum with him and Boy Scout.

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[Neriya Dahle]

Neri winced as 'Alana' fell straight through the display case, right after an attempt to flirt with her, no less. It wasn't exactly subtle, but it would do for Neri. Her ruse worked, and she wasn't going to take any chances by turning Alana down.

No, the unpleasant female voice that burst through the intercom did it for her.

Neri bit her lower lip, eyes darting through the room to look for whatever means the woman was using to listen in on them. As far as her intel went, there were no recorders or audio devices present in the museum galleries. It meant that she had to be using something else. Had to have hacked into... "Hey sugar, do me a favour " With one hand she reached for her commlink, with the other, her holstered blasterpistol. "And destroy your commlink" She held the device up and pulled the trigger, destroying the device in an instant. "She's listenin' in on us. Only way she can is through that commlink, accordin' to my intel." That would at least solve one problem. The next one was a little bit more difficult.

Listen, I've not exactly been honest with you..." She began as she searched for the cameras. "I may or may not 've been the one who triggered the lockdown. She gave Alana a sheepish smile. "But it was on purpose! Cause ya see," She found one, and fired twice to blast the camera to pieces. "Them security droids are outside and in the main gallery. Lots of 'em. And as it happens, an associate of mine disabled the security systems in that area. Including the cams" She had a bad feeling about this. "If that rude bantha woman's gonna do what she said she would, we're all gonna be spending the next few years in prison." The sheepish smile resurfaced. "Just thought you should know."

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[Alana Calloway]

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Encounters of the Weird Kind​

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Alana winced as she could hear a voice speaking to her, the gunslinger having not had a minute to recover from her earlier blunder, was now unsettled by the fact someone was watching her. Her hand went to the blaster on her hip, though she soon realized the source wasn't someone standing in the room, but...was it coming from the cameras? Well whatever it was, there was apparently another pair in this place trying to case it, and now they were low key being threatened into working with them. Well, that wasn't Alana's cup of tea, and giving her female counterpart began blasting away at the cameras, Alana realized two things. One, that this job had just gotta a hell of a lot more complicated, and two that little move the woman just pulled off was insanely hot.

Standing there a bit befuddled now, hand still stuck in the glass case, Alana had to reign herself in as her new partner was giving out some suggestions. Alana frowned at the woman, her blaster pistol now out, and her hand now dislodged from the glass case. Well, apparently her 'partner' wasn't the honest sort, but frankly no one was in this day and age. "So, you're the one who kicked this whole thing off then?" She muttered, rubbing her chin as she was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the situation.

Still, if she knew who this 'other' party might be, it seemed all the more reason to work with her. Slowly taking the comlink from her ear, Alana eyed the woman, then the device, before finally making her choice. Throwing the device upwards, Alana fired a quick shot, blowing it to pieces in the process. Apparently they had some security droids to deal with, and a slicer that was determined to keep them from getting there. "Right, so, what exactly is the plan here?" Alana asked, moving along the cases as she was still eyeing the prize that brought her here. Her own plan had relied on getting the hell out before security dropped, now that didn't seem to be in play. She mused at the back of her mind, thinking of some tricks she knew to get around security measures, but nothing about punching through a blast door. Then an idea struck her, as Alana's eyes noticed a rather peculiar gem sitting in the display.

Well, this might even the odds.

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