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Four Ton Job (Intro)

Son of Triam
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The Wheel...

With the revived Hutt Cartel running once more independently of the Black Sun Syndicate it would be interesting how the criminal underworld would be playing out now a days. Not that that matters all that much to Triam Akovin, who has only been in business for a little while, and was tried for Treason and nearly imprisoned for the rest of her natural life on the first job. So her luck wasn't the best right now, but she was confident that she could at least garner some kind of reputation of avoiding the Republic's highest security prison for criminals like her and getting away with it. She literally got away with murder, and a slue of other crimes. She needed both hands to count them just for what she was charged for on Onderon alone. She hadn't gotten over the guilt of killing an Officer who was just doing his job, but she forgotten it most times while her heart burned with furious passion for the Jedi who took her had.

She flexed the thing as she walked to the specific location her contacts had told her was looking for just the right type of work she was looking for. The phantom pains were killing her right now, and it made her more agitated and hot headed than usual. She hope she didn't blow getting hired over a blow out. She wasn't one easily contained under pressure and agitation. She still managed to get her Phrik and Ultrachrome though, along with Cortosis and an amazing score of Songsteel. She didn't even know what to do with the stuff. It wasn't worth selling to this Hutt in the amounts she got, but she'd find someone who wanted her smidgen of Songsteel. She was going to use that Cortosis for arm guards... and something else she had made a blue print on not too long ago. Her armor was still in the process of forging, so she was still stuck in crap armor.

She approached the building, and held up a holo device showing that she was here on official business.

"I'm here for..." She quickly glanced at the image, "Popo? Hm, funny name. Popo the Hutt, yeah I'm here because of his Material job."

@[member="Popo"]
 

Popo

I'm Sexy and I Know It
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Slowly but surely, Wheel security escorted @[member="Triam Akovin"] through various check points, restricted areas, locked doors, and a very heavily guarded turbolift set in the central spire of the Wheel. Eventually, they brought her inside a penthouse suite and placed her before a huge, ornate, Wroshyr wood door. At that, the security guards escorting her left and disappeared.

Popo had been commed earlier about the woman's arrival and had already prepared a series of documents containing exactly what he required, plus a little extra just in case. He hit the intercom and keyed the line to the speaker beside the doors in the hall.

"Come in," Popo stated blandly, his deep voice making the speaker buzz loudly. "I've been expecting you, Ms. Akovin."

@[member="Triam Akovin"]
 
Son of Triam
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"Great! I just love coming in to work late. Can I come in now?" She hollered around at the buzzing intercom. It probably didn't make a great impression, but she wasn't here to show off her social skills. She was here to show the whole galaxy just exactly what Triam can do. Her writer unfortunately was having trouble recently finding the time to maintain her life, and thus made her very late to a very important date.

That was averted for now however, as it was time to play catch up.

@[member="Popo"]
 

Popo

I'm Sexy and I Know It
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The door clicked as the automated system unlocked itself. Popo waited behind his desk as the heavy door opened and closed, admitting @[member="Triam Akovin"]. Popo simply sat silently waiting for Triam to speak, his face expectant.

The Hutt couldn't help, however, crunching the numbers in his head over the woman. She wasn't half bad looking and, despite her hand, would probably fetch a good price on the market. Or as a rental. Popo shrugged mentally at the thought though. She would be too much trouble to enslave and, at this point, her value was better spent elsewhere.
 
Son of Triam
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Triam walked into the massive Hutts office like room observing everything she could see. She felt vulnerable without a good set of armor on, but her own gadgets gave her tiny bit of security. He didn't say anything else, so it was assumed she would be the one to speak.

"So what do you want? You got something for me to snatch or what?" She put a hand on her hip as she asked the slug.

@[member="Popo"]
 

Popo

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Popo looked at the tiny woman a moment more. She seemed impatient and irritable, though he could be wrong. Either way, she wouldn't pass up on an opportunity like this. Not if she had any business sense, at least.

"I require your services in retrieving specific, and rare, items of value for me," the Shell Hutt stated simply. "The job will pay very well, though the jobs may be slightly... perilous."

@[member="Triam Akovin"]
(Sorry for the super late reply. Forgot to post and IRL/OOC stuff has been popping up recently.)
 
Son of Triam
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"I think I'll be fine. If it's rare, I'll find it and bring it back to you. For a price you'll pay out of your nose I'm sure. Though, of course, the price depends on the quantity and difficulty of acquiring. I'll state right now that I'm looking for Tydirium, and I'm looking for someone to advertise my works. So what are we talking about here."

She began her negotiations with. She had no idea the truly outrageous ambition of the slug, but she'd do the job anyway. Though alone however, that seemed unlikely. Maybe her Mandalorian Friend could help, he seemed to tag around her whenever she got into a tough space. She didn't think he would stop doing that now.

@[member="Popo"]
(No problem)
 

Popo

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Popo slid a paper file across the desk to Triam. He knew everything was on datapads and holofiles, but the Hutt liked the redundancy of hardcopies. You couldn't lose them with a system wipe and short of spilling coffee on them or burning the paper, you couldn't corrupt the file itself.

"In here is a detailed list on what I require," he said as he waited for her to dig around in the file. "One tonne each of beskar, phrik, cortosis, and Stygium. I'll also require a half tonne or so of Songsteel. Price is negotiable."

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Son of Triam
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A small intake of breathe enunciated her astonishment very briefly as she looked over the file. To her seemed a bit unprofessional to break her poker face, but by the karking force!

"Four tons? Four and a half tons?" She chuckled as she scoffed at the slug. "You're crazy! Why the hell would need that much of this cra-" She stopped herself, "You know what forget it, I don't wanna know. What I do know, is that there isn't a way in the seven gates of hell I'll be able to do this alone. If I need to buy muscle for this I'm thinking the price should in the range of the upper portion of 100 million credits, in addition to what I've already voiced." She calculated roughly as she read through the thing. She looked up from the sheet towards the slug and leaned in closer. It was time to haggle.

"175 mil." She was willing to drop a hell of a lot lower for this because it was the biggest haul she'll have ever taken in and really didn't want to blow the deal.

@[member="Popo"]
 

Popo

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The massive Hutt blinked slowly, a sarcastic gesture among Hutts. The fact that this woman wasn't quite sure what to do amused the Shell Hutt. When she started to try and haggle, Popo smiled inside, though his face remained impassive. He was... good at haggling.

"My analysts state that, if run efficiently and effectively, droids can be purchased or provided for such a purpose," the Hutt stated calmly. "The numbers my people have crunched have determined that seventy million credits is a fair price."

Fair for the Hutt, at least. It was the bare minimum anyone could operate on for a job this size and whoever did the job would make little to no profit. Popo knew the woman wouldn't take that amount. He just listed it as the lower extreme of the business deal.

@[member="Triam Akovin"]
 
Son of Triam
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"Crunch again, I'll accept almost nothin' less than 50 mil of that." She smiled, giddy with excitement. This was likely her first real job, and they were already talkin' millions... tens of millions! It also meant a heckaton of work to do once the price was settled, what with the literal tons of rare materials she had to obtain. She had a few ideas of how she could do it, but it would do very little in regards to putting to rest her charge of treason in the Republic. She could go back to Roche, use the maps of that asteroid she raided a few kilos of. Only this time she'd clean it out. The droids would have to be cheap and expendable, capable of working the mines as well as shooting a gun. She also had a Mando friend, she could talk to him about Beskar, maybe he knew somebody she break a deal with. She didn't like the idea of becoming a terrorist in Preliats territory for some reason. The Cortosis, Stygium, and Songsteel were a lot harder to think about. She could barely find the few scraps worth of Songsteel she had aboard her ship now, and that Cortosis was crazy expensive to obtain. Worth it of course, but damn. She wasn't familiar with the Stygium, but she seemed to remember a report of skirmish sized battle at some place by the name of Aeten II between the Sith and the Mandos. That would have to be another question for Prelait as she was almost certain it was Stygium mine.

This was exhilarating, and she could barely her excitement to leave and get started.

@[member="Popo"]
 

Popo

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"Hmmm..." the Hutt rumbled, the deep sound resonating loudly enough to rattle the habitual goblet on his desk. "Ninety million."

Popo wasn't about to just hand the woman hundreds of millions of credits. If she wanted to maximize her profit on this, it would be earned, not given. The sum he'd stated would serve as a good step up, but, again, he doubted she'd take the amount. It all came down to profit margins and he knew that she knew that ninety million would only gain her a mild profit and nothing too substantial.

@[member="Triam Akovin"]
 
Son of Triam
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She squeezed to clawed fingers together near her eye to show just how close he was. She made a tisk tisk tisk sound with her mouth as she shook her head.

"Come on you boneless fat-sac surely you can do better than that." Smiling enthusiastically, showing she was being of a humorous nature rather than one of disrespect (but with Hutts who know what he thought of her antics if he thought anything of her at all). She rubbed her thumb against her pointer and middle finger at the Hutt, a gesture for money.

"Maybe you need a demonstration to convince you of that extra 20 mil huh?" She got up and turned from the desk as she quickly, and stealthily adjusted her Phantom Fingers, ensuring they were calibrated correctly. She quickly pivoted on a heel to face the Hutt. She was a good 3 meters away from him or is desk, standing there with her fingers splayed for some act she had yet to preform.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Smiled while she bit her lower lip, staring wild eyed at the grotesque alien... very rich alien. "Call down a few of your guards for me would ya? I promise I won't hurt em' too bad."

@[member="Popo"]
 
Son of Triam
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"Well?" She asked, her fingers wiggled with anticipation. The moment they tensed with forward momentum, her deadly talons would claw their way into armor or flesh to deliver some ghastly payload.

"It's 110 mil or 110 nil. You're choice good sir." She smirked.

@[member="Popo"]
 

Popo

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Popo watched the woman. He didn't care about her fighting prowess or even if her hand was a mechanical claw. For all he knew, someone on the space station would love to see her use it on them for a good price, but that would be for another time perhaps. Probably if she failed, at least.

"I will give you one hundred million for the total workload. That will be sufficient for both costs and profit in equal, and fair, amounts. However," Popo stated, his tone still as neutral as ever. "Certain materials I require are more... heavily guarded than the others. Even more are somewhat... restricted for use in the galaxy due to laws, tariffs, and other nuisances. A trail leading to my company or myself would be unacceptable. Keep my name and my company out of your work and off the books and I'll give a bonus of ten million. I will also pay half of the one hundred million up front to cover start up costs and as a general investment coverage."

At this point, Popo's eyes narrowed and his tone turned more firm. More harsh, it seemed.

"However," he rumbled ominously. "Failure is not an option. Should you be less than successful, you will owe that money back. The contract I will have you sign will blatantly state as such. Should such a situation arise, if you are unable to refund the initial investment, you will work for me, in any job or position I see fit, and have portions of your wages withdrawn until the amount is returned in full. Do we have an understanding?"

@[member="Triam Akovin"]
 
Son of Triam
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@[member="Popo"]

Triam was only had a minor disappointed that she didn't get to use her fancy gadget, but that didn't matter much in the long run. She shrugged and walked back over to the Hutt.

"Done, Deal. Do I sign something now?" She said in response, with a great amount of glee at all the money she would make. All that was left for her to do now was think of strike force to congregate and prepare for the launch. The Intro was done, the hunt began.
 

Popo

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Popo pressed a button on his desk and a small electronic pad appeared facing Triam.

"Go ahead and sign there. Once done, you can begin."

Popo expected her to succeed, though, if she failed, he'd have one more girl working on his space station. The only question, though, was what she'd do. Perhaps he'd take a discreet poll with some of his consumer bases to see who would rent a woman with a robotic hand...

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