Hi There

[Gorba the Hutt]

[member="Amarant"]

A subtle knock came on the office door of the Vigo of the Black Suns. The knock was, of course, me. And no, I had no intentions of anything dastardly - not with the dozen or so blasters currently shoved in my face by some rather discourteous guards.

"Uhm, er, yes hello? Knock, knock. Red Ravens grunt here, wanting to - how do you people phrase it? - 'turn coat'."

 

[Amarant]

[member="Sasha"]


Amarant looked up from her holoprojector. New body, new business. She'd been re-modeling the office to suit her mood, which had, by her count. changed four times. And now she had a guest. Known member of the ravens. Suspected murderer. Smuggler. Neat. "Let him in," she said dryly over a comm-link.


One of the large, armed men in suits walked over the door and opened it. "The Vigo will see you now. I would not anger her. She may choose to kill you, after all," he said in a calm, flat tone.



"That's quite enough, Cobra," she said to the large man with a smirk. "Sit down, tough guy. All I know is that your Sasha, and that you've been palling with the ravens. Sadly, that's not enough info for me to decide whether or not shooting you is the best plan. So, spill your guts, chummer. I can assure you that I'll let you have your say before I decide to deal with your sheer gutsiness in showing up to my office. By the way, I'm Amaranth. Ash died, I'm running things now."


Cobra didn't stay in the room. It was just the two of them. Man to brilliant digital impostor of a humanoid. Fun. She waited for the young man to answer. Either she had a new conspirator, or a new victim. Etiher way, it was less boring than moving the furniture around. "Don't mind the mess, still redecorating."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

[member="Amarant"]

"I can assure you I have every intention of spilling my guts, lest metaphor become reality," he smiled winsomely while staring unabashedly at the Vigo,"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Amarant. Had I known the Black Suns had such a surpassing beauty as yourself, ma'am, I might have turned sooner."

He seemed to remember himself, "Ah, right, well then, gut spilling. I hum, was rather pressed into service at the Dragon Palace Casino. Didn't have a choice in the matter really, once people started blowing things up not so long ago. They didn't seem in a particularly forgiving mood to people backing out of deals.... in any case, my current position is that of a smuggler for the Red Ravens. I am party to their black routes and can certainly acquire information on departing cargo holds. If I were to give that information to you, well, the shipments could be er, nabbed by venturing pirates or upright systems security patrols. Savvy?"

 

[Amarant]

Amy considered the man's offer for about half a nanosecond before chuckling. "I sympathize about the Ravens. They're good at putting screws to people. But to be frank, we're at peace, and I don't need or want further war in the shadows--not enough profit in it. Our armistice at Barab," she said calmly, "will hold until I've got enough leverage to get something useful accomplished."



She then looked over at him. "But, it speaks to your interest that you were willing to go to all this trouble to come to me. Tell me, Sasha, have you ever done piracy before, or just smuggling?" At this point, this was less of a war game and more of a job interview. "As to your information, if you really want to cause the trouble, give it to the GIA. They've got plenty of upstanding, self-righteous blokes who'd love to get a rep for being tough on crime," she said with a smirk. "Use that 'I was press-ganged' bit on them, and they won't bother to charge you."



She smiled. "Mind if I smoke? I could really go for a cigar right now..." it was one of the weird quirks she picked up from Ash's brain when she was formed. Neither of them had real repspiratory systems, but both of them found smoking to be a relaxing thing to do. It was strange.

[member="Sasha"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"No of course, madame, go right ahead. Calms the nerves, or so I'm told."

Well now, this didn't exactly seem to be going where I wanted it, now, did it? I tried to keep the quailing I felt inside from showing outside. Fortunately I was successful as I've been at this game for rather a long time. Also, I had a keen interest in not being ventilated by the Lady Vigo.

"I completely understand with the armistice and what not being in place, a good display of active aggression was never really in the books, but I thought, well, one could never do too poorly with a bit of information from the inside. Armistices can be tricky things, I hear."

[member="Amarant"]

 

[Amarant]

She stayed nonchalant. He may have had the silver tongue routine down, but this wasn't a simple job. Never was.



"That's all good and well, but trust isn't a free commodity. I don't doubt that the Ravens pushed on you, but they probably still have some leverage on you. And whether or not I'm right on that," she said calmly, "this could still just be a chance to catch the new Vigo off guard. So, I need assurances. How do I know you aren't aiming a knife at my back?" She spoke firmly. Trust had to be earned. Hell, she didn't have much to spare at this point regardless. She smirked at the man.



"Trust me," the synthetic mastermind went on, "You need focus, and to prove yourself. You want to work for us? Then we do it the old-fashioned way. So, I'll ask: what are you good at? What's your skillset?" She continued smirking slightly.



[member="Sasha"]

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

"Lying."​

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[member="Amarant"]

 

[Amarant]

She nodded. "Okay, so you're manipulative. Neat. Lots of folks are manipulative. So, here's what's going to happen," she waved her hand and walked over to a small storage locker, opening it, pulling out a comm-link and a small briefcase. "A good liar who wants to sell info, huh? Okay, here's a handbag, a com-link, and enough credits in it to buy you a nice suit. I'll send you a list of who to spy on soon enough," she said with a nod.


She looked at the man. Trials by fire were always the best trials. "I'm looking to dig up dirt on the One Sith. You're gonna keep an eye on their mutant spawn things, and give me info on their capabilities, if you can find any. Pose as a rich man looking to buy some weapons. See if you can't get me some useful info. If you're not less useful than this desk, then I probably won't throw you out the window. Which I am considering doing with this desk. Maybe replace it with something a bit less old fashioned. Chrome, maybe. Hmmm...." She seemed relatively uninvested in everything at the moment. Or distracted. One of those things.

@[member="Sasha"]