Hired To Raid In Silence.

[Hawke]

@[member="Enga Thaal"] @[member="Elijah Rowlin"] @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"] @[member="Jar'varkh"] @[member="Dashal Vance"]

Charros IV - Edge of the Sith Empire

Earlier in the day Hawke had taken a shuttle down planet side from her ship; The Paladin. Togoria had recently been taken by the Sith and she was no longer needed for operations there. A new assignment was given to her to patrol the Mara Corridor. One she had made sure was given to her. No hovering eyes would be able to watch her out there.

Her plan was daring as it was dangerous. Not for the dashing Captain Hawke mind you; but the infiltration crew she was hiring to preform the work. The pay was fair though, and the bonus would be all the sweeter if they met the conditions. Now as for actually meeting them the location was a simple office space conference room. No dark rooms in the dank den of a crime lord or something far afield away from other souls. Hawke was not in the same circle of those types of people, but she was willing to fish them out. And so she did, soon arranged before her would be a few nefarious fellows she reeled in. Whether they bit the hook for the credits, the action, maybe even the challenge this job would certainly provide mattered little. What did was that they were confident.

Hawke sat conformably in a chair made for a much bigger person then her. She took a peek at her watch. "Soon enough".

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra pulled the hood tight around her head before walking into the conference room and nodding at Hawke. "Hello, ive come to meet with you about the mission." She took a seat down and looked at the other across the room. She kept her face hidden in the shadow of the hood, she liked it much better this way, no need for someone to see her without her wanting them to. @[member='Hawke Katamirth'],

 

[Hawke]

@[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]

Alexandra Shadowstalker, a Force user who'd rather swing her sabers for credits then praise. Hawke could tell as she was the only woman of those she contacted. Now there were many notable and un-notable Force users who forgo to pick a side these days. But things aren't as clear as they were back in the days of old. There are many factions that have grown powerful that lure them in, but she stayed free. "Of course Shadowstalker. I'll be all to happy to explain the details once the others arrive". Hawke made a gesture to the empty seats around the conference table, a smile on her face show for the woman as well. She didn't need to bring the mood down now did she? Think positive when sending others to danger.

 

[Dashal Vance]

Every planet had a history, and every history bore many tales to tell. This was no different than the planet chosen for this meet and greet, that had allured Dashal to the Sith territory. The former home of the Xi Char; a religious order that found perfection in architecture was as to touching the divine. Injured members of that sacred order of polytheistic builders would even exile themselves to hide shame of their imperfections. Thus the world was peppered with many cathedrals around the surface, though most were in ruin after the vicious onslaught of the Vong war that ripped apart many a world in the Galaxy several centuries before the Gulag Plague was ever a household name. It was however not the most hospitable of planets and didn't boast a wandering atmosphere for inspecting such ruined temples of old. Dash hadn't come to sight-see however, he had come at the behest of a plot that would require his certain skill set.

Anonymity was one of the strongest aspects of the work that Vance did when offering his free-lance services to the highest bidder. Today's lottery of aliases had landed on Daaren, an anagram of the Hapan word for superior technology, (Endara). The muffled sound of speech was echoing behind the conference room doors before they pushed open to set squarely on the form of a youth that strode in with a seeming inability to focus on anyone within the actual vicinity. His reasoning for this was simple, and obvious judging by the commlink pressed into his right ear. Teal eyes staring blankly through anyone within his immediate gaze as he made a bee-line for the refreshment stand. Tan and black leather formed a tunic and pants about his form, along with two gauntlet type accessories on his wrists with glowing tech lines running up and down each arm. A loosely hanging belt filled to the brim with gadgets of every sort, and his default night-goggles resting upon the grown of his spiked black hair.

"You're on back order after two days? What is your inventory ran by hawk-bats on glitterstim? Or is that just your advertising team?" Dash said in an exasperation as he lifted the pitcher of cool blue jawa juice from the pitcher and began to pour it into an empty glass. "Two words laserbrain, profit margin. You heard of that? It's not gonna get your tech sold if you keep over promising." He paused a moment hearing a reply as he took a sip, his back turned to the other two occupants of the room. "Oh now you're blaming the vendor? Sure of course, blame the vendor; everyone plays the blame game in this industry. If the holocade on Javin can get this tech two full weeks before you can even order it, doesn't say much for a contract with yours truly." A roll of his eyes as he glanced over at Hawke drawing an air circle around his ear to indicate the mental health of his conversation partner. "Just remember, I built your inventory system, I can undo it - and that'll just be the start." A double tap to the device on his ear was offered and then he proceeded to pocket the device.

"Never do business with family. Ever." Dash mused as he took a very relaxed seat in one of the plush chairs, both feet kicked up on the table with a glass of jawa juice sitting within arm's reach. Hands rested behind his head as he reclined and watched Hawke and Alexandra with a satisfied smug expression written across his handsome Hapan visage.

@[member="Hawke Katamirth"] @[member="Alexandra Shadowstalker"]