Private Feth this Planet

[Revora Musana]

A night on Nal Hutta was one to be avoided if it could be done. Revora despised this planet and dreaded every time she had to carry cargo to or from this slimy swampy mess of depravity. Seeing the monuments and statues of past hutts done so as show of wealth, power, and gaudy taste. Meanwhile the air was moist is the worst way possible as Revora could feel her fur dampen with Nal hutta air as the hot and humid climate worked it's misery. She was here to drop off a bounty for a hutt lord and then scamper out of this planet. She was though stuck here for a bit after the dock she had landed decided to do a 'courtesy' service, aka dismantling her ship's engines in search of fake problems they could charge her for. Needless to say she had chewed them out for that and with some name dropping managed to get the crews to agree to put her ship back together free of charge. It meant however she was forced to stay here for a night longer then she intended.

So Revora got curious and began to play the role of wayfaring stranger. Walking about the city and shops to see if there was anything of interest whether it be illicit firearms, cargo, or people. She had begun to wander farther and farther out of the cities core and rather odd structure and more to the outskirts. An area of sketchy slums and danger that was likely to become alive with all sorts of danger once the last bits of light from the set sun receded. Her eyes and ears open as she walked the hastily made dirt streets and bazaars.

The Mandalorian was thirsty for some action and perhaps some lucrative contacts after all this was the kind of place where the right person knew a guy that knew a guy that could get you anything you wanted. Anything was possible. Who knows maybe she could find some that could give a fake TSE iff code and maybe even a id to go with it. Though her mind had to stop as she heard a commotion coming from one of the back alleys, her street instincts telling her trouble was afoot. Ducking into the alley she wandered near the source of the noise as her right hand hovered over her holster. The shadows and her armor concealing her from sight. Reaching a corner she would slowly peak her head over to see what was going on.

Shai Maji

 

[Shai Maji]

This was a rare occasion indeed. To be dealing with Mando gear. The Mandalorians certainly wouldn't appreciate it and, after meeting one, she didn't exactly feel proud. But the creds off running this shipment would add a hefty sum to her mom's bail money. And if that meant she had to cheat, bribe and steal the shipment out from under some other runners, she would gladly do it.

Naturally, actions like that wouldn't be appreciated.

"You listen here, mutt! That shipment was mine. Mine! Now you think you can just steal it literally right out of my cargo hold?" a scruffy-looking smuggler shouted down at her in the alley. Shai was glaring up at him, cigarette hanging from her lips. "Hey, I didn't steal anything! Not my fault the Hutts like me more than you." she dismissed, taking a drag and ashing her cigarette. "Besides, I think my odds of playing nice with Sith or Mandos are a little better for me than you. Especially when it comes to THEIR OWN STUFF!" she barked at him, her glowing red eyes staring daggers through him. "Oh, so just 'cause you got some tits and a big mouth, you can just take everyone's shipments and steal their money?" he fired right back, his hand moving up to his blaster.

"And you think I will let you stand here and not only insult me, but call me a liar as well without any consequence? Think again." she growled, her own hand resting on her pistol grip as she spat out the cigarette on the ground. "That a threat, furball?" he asked her, leaning forward to look down on her. "It's a warning, dumbass." she growled back, puffing her chest out and squaring her shoulders to make up for the fact that she was about a head shorter than him...and a third his size.

The man's three crew members boxed them in, all of them eyeing her carefully and ready to draw. "You better give me that shipment back, mutt...or else some angry Mandos or Sith will be the least of your concerns. And we're not that easy to fool, either." he ordered her. "How about you quit being a sore loser and go look for another job? One that's a little easier for a man of your age." she quipped, flashing a smug grin as her other hand was creeping towards a smoke grenade on her belt...

Revora Musana

 

[Revora Musana]

She had caught the sight of one of the most spirited arguments she had seen in a while as a man and his toughs were trying to verbally beat a defiant mutt into submission. Though she looked at the two and knew that they were not gonna back down. The body language and the way the two were reaching for their blasters this was about to go south. She was pondering if she should intervene until she notice that the word Mando kept coming up. That certainly piqued her curiosity. Her mind now deciding if she should sneak up and and knock everyone out or try to talk. Though given that they both were equally sketchy and there wasn't an inherent damsel to pick from she decided that it be best to make an entrance.

She skirted around the alleyway till she found another one that intersected closer to the position of the impending stand off. Quietly moving her slender body like a ghost. The shadow's casts gave her ample visually cover to hide in. Slowly getting to the edge of the shadow. She would carefully draw her pistol and stand up. Now she was only a few meters away from the group as their arguing proved to be one hell of a great distraction meaning that no one had noticed her.

"Did someone call for a Mando?" Revora would ask as her voice would now break through the bickering and silence would eschew among the thugs. Some would quickly turn to look at the source as they would see a T-visor and the rest of Revora's armored form exit from shadow into the light. Her right hand having a blaster pistol pointing downward as her left hand now rested on her hip.

"I think this is the part where you start talking." She scanned the thugs and the shistaven ready for things to start going south.

Shai Maji

 

[Shai Maji]

A processed voice suddenly spoke up from the sidelines, drawing the attention of the criminals. From the shadows emerged none other than a Mandalorian. Shai's hard glare stayed where it was, however on the inside she was a little worried. Either this was the best person she could have hoped for...or the worst. Either way, she was going to have to play it careful.

The smuggler, on the other hand, was a little twitchy. "Kark off, Mando. This doesn't concern you." he spat at her, his men turning to watch the armoured figure carefully. Shai's gaze shifted to him, raising an eyebrow. "You're joking, right?" she quipped, resting her hands on her hips. His gaze shifted back to Shai then to the Mando once again. "You shut up. And you..." he raised a hand to point to her...but the appearance of a barrel against his jaw made him shut up quickly. "No. You shut up. You're done talking, ya dig?" she growled, pressing a little harder against his jaw. "Technically speaking, that shipment belongs to her. And if you try to hustle it back one more time, I'll blow your head off." she threatened.

"Now get lost, I'd like to talk to a client. Thanks." she ordered with a rather sarcastic grin, waving her pistol off to the entrance of the alleyway. The man eyed her for several seconds, before looking back to the mando. "Fine..." he turned and leaned over to get right into Shai's face. But don't think you've seen the last of me." he nodded to his goons and they turned to leave the alley. They were all fuming but they kept their mouths shut.

Shai waited for them to disappear around the corner before letting out a sigh of relief. "Thanks for that. They were getting a little worked up." she explained with a sheepish smile. "I take it you overheard what the argument was about?" she asked her, fishing out a cigarette and lighting it. Before putting her pack away, however, she held it out to the Mando. "Want one?"

Revora Musana

 

[Revora Musana]

Her grip around her pistol tightened as she she heard the man respond. Apparently his care about pissed off mandos seemed to fade the second he actually was now face to T-visor with one. Ah nothing like a opportunist to warm your heart with their greed. A part of her was ready to go and put a blaster bolt between his eyes on principle. Instead she was going to go ahead and comment when the shis decided to do so for her. A raised eyebrow from under her helmet would be raised in curiosity of what this 'shipment' was or why it belonged to her. Perhaps it was some beskar or maybe a relic or two. The man do did walk off even if he did it in the most annoying matter imaginable.

"Trust me it's better for health if you don't see me again." Revy levied that threat towards the man as he walked away, watching him like a hawk to make sure he wasn't going to double back. Upon him disappearing from view she would holster her pistol with a small bit of flair and twirl before turning back at the shis. She didn't respond to the thanks at first instead keeping silent. All in line to the face she put up around most people. Act tough and stoic and most people wouldn't dare kark with you. Though when asked the argument she would pipe up.

"Bits and pieces of it. Something about a stolen shipment and pissed off Mandos and Sith? I take it that man thinks he's entitled to it." She asked as she saw the Shis pull out a cig and offer one to her. She would just lightly raise her hand up. "No, never was much of a smoker." Her mind was more trying to figure out the enigma that was this shipment and so she would rather ask about that. "I'm more interested in what you got that has that man so ready to shoot you over it? sounds like something you might have to ditch quickly." She asked of the women curious to hear her response.

Shai Maji

 

[Shai Maji]

Shai cackled away at the Mando's comment. "I mean...he probably is." she admitted with a shrug. "But at the same time, none of us are. That's the whole point." she continued, slipping her packet into her pocket as the Mando refused her offer. She leaned back against the wall behind her, propping one foot up against it as she calmly smoked her cigarette. She kept her head tilted, listening to the Mando and keeping her in the corner of her eye. A snicker escaped her at the Mando's suggestion. "No way, sister." she spoke up with a shake of her head. "This is the type of score people will kill over for, though. All thanks to what it is and the price on it." she nodded and gestured to her, cigarette between her fingers.

"Say, you're just the person I'd like to talk to, actually." she said, pushing herself off the wall to stand upright. She took another puff and looked down at the cigarette. "It's something you peeps might be interested in." She faced the Mando and flicked her hands lightly as if gesturing the size of something. "It's like a metric kark-ton of mando stuff. Mando Iron, some very sweet guns that may or may not be missing a piece or two." she started to explain, giving a snicker at the mention of the guns. "Along with that there's a couple jetpacks, electronics...enough stuff to equip an entire battalion of Mandos. All hidden by yours truly to keep scummy hands like that dude's off it." she took another puff, blowing the smoke through a wide grin.

"Now I was supposed to deliver it to some sketchy dude looking to do some sketchy stuff with it...but I think you might be able to do something better with it. Not just that, but I'd feel horrible for letting something that special end up in the wrong hands." her tone was casual and oddly friendly. She nodded to the exit as she kept her gaze on the mando. "So, miss Mando? How's that sound? Wanna talk business?" she asked her, shifting her weight onto one leg. "We can even discuss it over some shots for lunch." she joked with a chuckle.

Revora Musana

 

[Revora Musana]

Well this was probably one of the first times Revora ever interacted with an honest cheat... as paradoxical as that sounded to her. Though Revora was eyeing her up and down still waiting for the inevitable get away or something to that affect, but that didn't come and Revora could appreciate that as the Shis played things straight with her, or as far as she could tell. Still she was wondering why she seemed to want to hold onto to her cursed pearl of a cargo.

Then as Revora listened and her eyes widened large at what she was saying thoughts began to play in her mind. Enough beskar and weapons for a battalion... the amount of foundlings you could sponsor and induct with that. She remembered hearing how an entire group of Mandalorians tried to invade and conquer a camp of colonists in order to take over a beskar mine, it failed but it showed their resolve and now here she was just being casually thrown an offer. So many ideas forming in her head.

"Enough for an entire akaata? Most of my vod would have just written you off as a chakaar and killed you for having that. I don't work that way though. I've transported my fair share of things that should have gotten me killed." She couldn't help but drift down memory lane from the one time she ended transporting unrefined coaxium without being told that was what she was carrying to when a clawdite bounty shape shifted out of her restraints and nearly strangled her.

"Well I think we can work something out. Know a sleezy skug hole around these parts we can hash our little agreement out in peace?" She asked knowing a little alcohol went a long way to easing tension and lubricating tongues.

Shai Maji

 

[Shai Maji]

Either this Mando forgot how to Basic...or she was being on purpose. Either way, Shai merely stared at her as she rambled off, throwing Mando'a words in between her sentence as if it was supposed to meant something. "Um...mind sticking to Basic, please?" she asked with a chuckle as she scratched the back of her head. "Mando'a isn't exactly a common language in these parts." she gave a shrug, at least understanding the basic gist of what the woman wanted to say. "Thanks, though. It'd be cooler if I didn't get shot in the back." she joked as she turned to lead the way.

"In peace? Not a chance. Nowhere on this planet is private, not even the damn VIP section of the strip club. I can assure you that from personal experience." she spoke over her shoulder as they walked. "Normally I wouldn't be bothered and just take you to a drinking hole. But with cargo like this I'm not exactly comfortable. I'm sure you understand." she turned down a road and started to make her way to the landing pads. "I do got my ship, though. That's at least private." she mentioned, a mischievous smirk spreading on her lips. "You wanna test that, we can gladly get you out of that armour." she joked with a wink, cackling away. It didn't take long for them to reach her ship and she led them onboard through the cargo hold...interestingly enough, the cargo wasn't there. "Welcome aboard. What are you in the mood for? Caf? Hard liquor? Vanilla cola?" she offered, leading her to the mess room.

Despite what she said, Shai instead poured herself a glass of the cola, keeping the bottle on the counter as she sipped away. "Oh jeez, I completely forgot. The name's Shai, by the way. Got a name, miss Mando?" she introduced herself, leaning against the counter as she held her glass with both hands.

Revora Musana

 

[Revora Musana]

"Oh, right. heh, It sometimes just comes out when I'm excited." Revora tried to deflect the fact that small exchanged caused her to fluster a bit with embarrassment and well a small pan of something else as it reminded her of a simple fact: Mando'a wasn't a common language anywhere. Which was a rather disheartening reality, sometimes she wonder if she was witnessing the death of a culture, it seemed like that was the case with the Empire's perversion of Mordinae.

She followed along with her rather odd companion through the slums walking towards the landing pads, she had tried to ignore this sight before but a part of her had to look again. People all crammed together in such tight spaces not allowed to have a single inch fully to themselves it made her sick. She was keeping one ear towards the Shistavanen and the other out ready to sense trouble. She had a point, there wasn't a single inch that one could call absolutely private, and the hutts always liked to keep on eye on everything that happened even if they cowered behind their ivory towers.

"I understand, one of the many reasons this planet can go feth off." She responded, keeping up the pace and her hand always near her holster. Hutts bred and encourage this environment of backstabbing and opportunism, there was no honor in how a Hutt ran things, the only things that matter to them was how many credits they could splash towards dancers and their own sins. Sadly though in trying times a Mando may have no choice but to sell themselves to these gutless Shabuirs. Though her thought was interrupted by a rather cheeky comment from her pirate partner.

"You're pushing your luck sister, you try to remove a single piece and that privacy test is gonna go a lot differently then you expect." She meant it though her tone was casual. Mandalorians had a reputation for never removing their helmets and Revora was no different. She wasn't gonna take a single piece off for a twobit smuggler she just met. That and well, there was one person she wanted to be the first to see her face again, and that unspoken promise wasn't going to be broken.

Entering the ship and seeing nothing in the cargo hold was well to be expected from a competent smuggler, if you had you're contraband out in broad starlight then you deserved all the trouble you got when someone pulled you over for a search. It was nice to see someone that also knew how to do things right, though Revora in her experience liked to have a few crates out in the open filled with benign goods, it acts as a good lure and distraction especially if you were caught with your pants down and to work some last second magic. If the cargo wasn't hidden away well she knew better than to give out a payment without seeing the goods.

"Guess I'll take a cola." Revora spoke as she took a seat near the counter scanning through the mess room curious to see if there was any 'modifications' done to the mess compartment. though she would finally find out her name Shai. Quite fitting actually, and now it would be her turn to talk names. "Well Shai you can call me Revora, and if I like you enough I might even let you call me Revy." A small smile perching underneath her helmet as she then looked down at the single glass in Shai's hand and noticed a critical deficit in the drinks to people ratio.

"So you wanna get me a drink and a straw so we can talk about that beskar problem you got there?"

Shai Maji

 

[Shai Maji]

Shai cackled away at her threat, not threatened or bothered in the slightest. On the ship the Mando introduced herself...though her comment completely went out the window with Shai. "Oh it's a pleasure to meet you, Revy! Meeting Mandos is always awesome. And don't worry I like you more than enough." she spoke happily, either mishearing what the Mando said or just ignoring it completely as she poured her a glass of cola as well. However her secret plan was foiled by the attentive Mando. "I figured you could simply scoot the helmet up a little. But fair enough, lemme look for a straw." she said with a nervous giggle, disappearing into her cupboard in search of a straw. She thankfully still had some and dropped it into the glass, placing it in front of Revy.

"As for the Beskar, it was supposed to go to Naboo, funnily enough. Seems a group of upstarts want to get an edge on their side to expand. But I think it would be better to have it go back to its original owners. Only issue is the pricing. They offered half a million creds for that shipment...money I desperately need." she explained as she fell into a spot on the couch next to Revy. She kicked her feet up on the table and sipped at her cola. "So you see what the issue is? If it weren't for the money I would have just handed it over for you." she admitted, taking another gulp of her drink. A giddy smile appeared on her lips as she helped herself to yet another sip, before looking back to Revy. "So, Revy? What's your input? And if you don't mind, I'd prefer one that doesn't involve "shoot the mutt"." she joked, giving a snicker.

Revora Musana

 

[Revora Musana]

Revora's mouth opened ready to correct her shistavanen friend only for her to stop and realize that she wasn't gonna stop. Weighing the possible damage to her sanity trying to force this vs just letting the hyena win this round told her that you just had take what you can get sometimes. She could atleast take comfort that her face remained a mystery to the Shis, hell she likely didn't even know she was a cathar, if that ever came about that would probably make for a fun little moment. Another time she would have been much more lenient about the helmet and let the shis glimpse and ponder at her jaw line but not today.

She would take her drink and straw and do something that would like be a source of critique as she took the straw and angled it at a shallow bend and raise the drink allowing the straw to pass in the seam between face and beskar helmet in order for it to be sipped upon. She would casually sip on the cold beverage listening her companion talk beskar. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at it's destination. Naboo. Confederacy territory and if she didn't kark up her history was once an opponent of the Mandalorians how interesting, though she was likely overthinking it. Chances are a bunch of guys with a big score and money to blow, after all it had to be worth something reasonable...

The straw extruding from Revora's drink could be seen to be flung back several millimeters as she spat it out in disbelief at the number. There was no way in Kark she could afford that, by the pantheon, her bounty only gave her 40,000 credits. Her mind was beginning to race over the thoughts of how to afford that. She already had a buyer lined up which made talking price hard, she was likely gonna take the highest bidder, most smugglers did. She could try to pull the sympathy card, but well that was both pathetic and pointless. Her mind coursed over and realized that if she wanted to pull that kind of bank she need something fast quick and dirty she could pull. Drugs? Nah getting a load that profitable was gonna take time. Military gear, very risky, medicine... Morally objectable. Still she thought about it, her 40,000 put towards the gear for a high profile heist... that could work out provided the shis didn't mind danger.

She looked at Shai realizing that she was now sitting next to her, and close to an extent she wasn't too comfortable with and that she was now being asked what to do. Her mind locked in and a smuggler's knack for forming plans out of their arses would begin to take hold. The Mando put her drink down on an end table next to her seat and stared down the Shis for a few seconds as her mind finished correlating a few threads of yarn that were in her head. Time to find a job.

"Well unless the person buying is a mutt and you were ready to rob him then no, there ain't gonna be any mutts getting shot... Not intentionally at least. I'm no fat cat, so I can't just pull out a magic credit card and give the money to you, but I'm certainly determined. We need score something valuable that won't be too heavy and something we can get a buyer for. Right now her mind was tracing back to that hutt she just turned a bounty in to. She wasn't thinking about it but he did mention that he always had work for a 'ferocious mando like her'.

"I actually just got done dealing with a hutt lord, total bastard but he pays, he might throw us a bone or lead to pick at for him. Do that and we can likely get that half mil. I won't lie to you it's probably gonna be a rough ride but if we can get a decent bit of loot then you can have money. I'm just fine with the beskar. I know I must sound a bit mad, but I could do a lot with that, I could even rebuild my clan with that."

The Mandalorian was getting herself riled up at the thought. There was a powerful hope was now burning away from the inside, her mind now locking in on a purpose, a goal and now trying to connect the dots of how she could go from standing here in someone's dusty ship to have a clan several dozen strong. It was likely gonna kill her trying to get it done but hardship and progress was the Mandalore way. "Besides my people have a saying cad olyay nayc jatur o'r er sartamura ures tal- There's no value in something earned without blood. I'm more then willing to give mine so I can give my kin some hope."

She stopped herself from continuing onward remembering that most people would find the sentiment a bit off putting. Dialing herself back now in hopes that she wouldn't kill her chances of redeeming herself.

"At the very least, please just let me look at it. I want to at least know for certain it's real."

Shai Maji

 

[Shai Maji]

Shai listened to Revy as she spoke, with no intention of interrupting her. The Mando kept going on, explaining what she was hoping to achieve. Shai noticed clear as day just how important this whole mess was to her, how much it meant. She couldn't deny that this Mando was hitting all the right spots to break the facade of a hard and scummy gun runner. She had a crazy plan, a good reason and Shai knew better than most what this situation felt like.

She looked at Revy for a second after she finished, then downed her drink. "You know why I need this money?" she asked her calmly. "My mom has been in Coruscant Prison for the past five years. Her sentence still has twenty to go...but she can get out on bail. A million creds. I'm at a quarter right now." she explained with a small smile. "You're willing to fight and die to see your people happy. I'm willing to do the same to see my mom free again." she looked at Revy and her smile widened. "You wanna go start trouble that will make us rich? Count me in." she agreed and wrapped an arm around the Mando to pull her into a hug. "Come on, I'll show you where it is." she stood up, adjusted her gun belt and led the way to the engine compartment.

"By the way, I hope you don't mean the Hutt that's currently sitting up in his palace over there..." she spoke, gesturing to where the Hutt palace would be. "'Cause he's the one who I was supposed to do this job for." she looked to Revy with a sinister grin. "Unless of course you want some extra sport by doing a job for the same Hutt you're planning on pissing off." she commented with a snicker.

By the engine compartment she opened a wall panel and, with some effort, pulled a crate closer and opened it. She reached inside and pulled out a beskar ingot. She handed it to Revy and pushed it back inside, sealing up the hiding place once more. "That's one of the crates. There's a lot more of it. Though that and the rest of it is still hidden away, I'm still in the process of moving and hiding it away." she nodded at the plate in Revy's hands. "You hold onto that one. A show of good faith if you will." she gave a warm smile before leading her back to the mess room. "I was hoping to keep a plate of it for myself, maybe make something cool out of it. A vibroblade or something. Maybe even a gun receiver or something, I dunno. Though I guess you can do more with it." she explained as she walked.

Back at the mess room she topped off their glasses and leaned against the kitchen counter. "So, Mando? What's your plan now?" she asked her calmly, taking a sip.

Revora Musana

 

[Revora Musana]

Seems like she got lucky with Shai, she knew understand what it meant to be willing to die by your family just to see them free. Truth be told watching Shai left Revy in a twist folding herself with anxiety waiting for that simple yes or no. So hearing a count me in and getting that hug caused Revy to reciprocate with her strongest bear hug. Truth be told she was expecting to here a go to hell. She followed Shai over to the engine room anxiously waiting to see what was in store and well how another artist of the smuggling trade hid her crafts. Everything seemed to be coming together.

"By the way, I hope you don't mean the Hutt that's currently sitting up in his palace over there..."​

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Feth

Well nothing earned without blood right? Right? Revy was internally cussing realizing she was going to have to get herself in some deep karking chit if she wanted this shipment, only to cock her head at Shai realizing that she was once again not taking this enormous red flag as a sign she should rethink going on an insane job with a Mando she just met. A smuggler part of her was thinking this was not worth it, using all the sense and logic in Revy's mind to tell her that this was going to get her killed. Yet there was always that want, and Shai's demeanor and lax attitude to all of this had an intoxicating effect on the tiny mandalorian. Maybe this time she could afford a few more scheduled run ins with death.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to piss off a few major players at this rate. Well I'm used to target rich environments anyways." She thought aloud as her mind drifted off. Though suddenly her thinking would have to pause as she saw the main attraction. A big crate in a hidden wall compartment as she now hovered over Shai's shoulder eagerly awaiting. The sound of hinges coming to open and the stimulus of seeing a glimspe of it's contents was almost too much and when Shai offered the Ingot she would snatch it out of her hand.

Looking over it she saw the beautiful rippling wave pattern and she heavily ran her thumb against it to get a feel for the pattern of the metal. It was real. This was genuine Beskar. The only thing that made her frown was that she saw in the top right corner a symbol pressed into the iron. Sith Empire. Damn tyrants had to taint everything didn't they? Nevertheless Beskar was Beskar and so long as it was used and put forth to further the Mandalorian people nothing could taint it wholly. She was doing everything to hide her pure unbridled glee when she was told she could pocket it. Quickly slipping it in a pocket underneath her breast plate roughly where her heart would be, a lucky charm for future battles.

Following her back she could help but smirk at Shai's comment. "In the hands of a skilled smith, what can be done with this is nearly limitless. You'd love some of the neat things we done with beskar over the centuries." She was certainly getting excited though now away from the shiny iron and now heading back to the mess hall reality was fading back in there was the matter of getting it while still having Shai get paid... That idle thought now planted a seed in her mind. A crazy idea... but perhaps crazy might work.

Looking at Shai leaning against the counter as Revy herself took a seat on the couch's armrest the rough formulations of a plan took hold. "I think have a plan, a crazy one, but I'm starting to think you like crazy. Now I'm hoping you agreed to payment upon delivery because if so then we can do this. We give them the shipments, everything except maybe a misplaced ingot or two, unless they're incredibly anal and have an exact manifest they won't notice our personal pickings. You got a guaranteed payment and I see no reason to throw it away. Revy said before taking a brief pause for breath and to correlate her thoughts. She even found herself briefly holding her hand up without realizing it only for it to fall to her lap when she spoke again.

"Now here's the fun part. An interesting part of my people's culture is that we typically try to recover the armor and weapons of our fallen kin so that way it may be reused and passed down. My helmet is actually my mother's for example. But we are well aware of that armor's value and also just the nature of battle so nowadays it's not unheard of that a Mandalorian will have some kind of tracker imbedded in their armor. Feth, some of the flourishes and styling details are just there to serve as hidden cavities for a tracker of some kind. We've gotten good at hiding them so people won't notice. Modern electronics made it easier to hide it in plain sight."

Revy was now leaning forward towards Shai as a hand now rested upon her helmet's chin. "So if there's any armor pieces or vambraces you got that we could distribute in all them crates you got, well you're probably filling in the blanks right now. Bug the shipments, deliver them and take the payment, track em and steal them back, and then escape cackling like a pack of hyenas on tropical beach. Sound good to ya?

Shai Maji

 

[Shai Maji]

Shai listened to Revy as she explained her new ideas on how to get the money as well as the Beskar. "I think we can get away with a few missing ingots, no problem." she commented, taking another sip. Revy continued with her thoughts and Shai was slowly starting to figure out what the Mando was getting at. A smirk started to form on her lips as she watched Revy talk. "You're one crazy girl, you know that? You keep this up and we might just be best friends after all this." she quipped, finishing off her drink and pulling out a cigarette.

"We can definitely get away with that, there's a lot of pieces of armour that should be easy to modify. And crates like the ones used for the Beskar also have a lot of space for small trackers like that. As for stealing it back, we don't even need to give it that much time to pull it off. I reckon timing it so we steal it just before they start distributing would work best. It'll still be all in one place and we'll have them with an element of surprise. Though I'm just a humble gun runner, not a master tactician. Stuff like that I'll trust your judgement with." she took a long drag of her cigarette and slowly let the smoke pour through her nose. "Either way, I think we can pull it off." she concluded with a confident voice. She walked past Revy and gave her a light slap on the shoulder. "Come on, then! If we wanna kark over some sketchy guys then we gotta start getting ready. Let's go get the rest of the shipment." she lead the way out towards the cargo hold once more then exited the ship, walking towards a nearby shack next to the landing pad.

She pulled out a card and unlocked the door, leading the Mando into the small and very unimpressive shack. It had the necessities for someone to live in there and some space for small shipments, but no indication of the Beskar. "Shut the door and flip that switch, please." she said over her shoulder, pointing at a rather useless light switch next to the door panel. In the meantime, Shai pushed the bed aside and pulled a panel off the wall to reveal another switch. After flipping that one a seam appeared on the seemingly seamless floor and opened inward. She put the panel and bed back then led the way down the forming staircase. Underground was an entire open space with lights spanning the ceiling. Several crates were piled up and neatly stacked and in the back was an elevator. "Here it is, the whole nine yards." she said with a smile, leaning against a crate with one hand resting on her hip beside her holster. As inconspicuous as it looked, it was a precaution in case the Mando suddenly had a change of heart. She hoped Revy didn't, but she had been messed over too many times to not keep a space open for suspicion.

"The elevator leads to a secret hatch that can connect with my ship's ventral docking tube. At night you won't even notice it. Not sure who built this but you can see exactly why I decided to call dibs on this landing pad." she admitted with a snicker, taking another puff of her cigarette.

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