Private It's Sabotage!

[Makko Vyres]

MAKKO

Kyric Arlow Vex

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Mission to Nar Shaddaa (Sabotage)

One of Nar Shaddaa's Hutts is suspected of trafficking in Force-sensitive children. His sanctuary holds records of recent purchases, but breaking in is nearly impossible. The Underground must infiltrate, plant surveillance, and escape unseen.

Objective: Plant listening devices in the Hutt's offices to confirm his involvement in trafficking.
Complication: The sanctuary is layered with traps, mercenaries, and Black Sun enforcers. A single misstep could expose the entire Underground presence on Nar Shaddaa.
Difficulty Rating: Extreme
Mission Leadership: Jedi Knight or above to lead. Padawans may accompany.

The café was a narrow, smoke-stained slice of Nar Shaddaa street life wedged between a spice den and a droid repair stall. Holo-lamps buzzed overhead, the neon casting a sickly glow across dented tables and scuffed floors. Makko sat with his back to the wall, as habit dictated, watching the door and the flow of bodies outside.

It could’ve been Denon. The same acrid tang in the air and the same constant thrum of speeders overhead.

The same sense that a wrong look in the wrong direction could earn you a knife between the ribs. Home. Close enough to unsettle him.

When the Jedi walked in, he pushed the extra chairs out with a boot as they reached the table.

“Hell of a place for a meet,” Makko muttered, though there was a dry humor in it.

"Good trip?" he asked. They were on the turf of another Hutt. No one was watching, no one was listening in. Makko wasn't very powerful with the Force but he was very sensitive to thoughts, feelings and the workings of machines.

 

[Kyric]

Outside the café, Kyric stood within the shadow of an awning. He quickly scanned the contents of the mission report with his good eye and considered the passage of time since his capture at the hands of the Black Sun Syndicate.

Months had passed since he last set foot on Naboo, and the Jedi High Councilor greatly missed the hallowed halls of Shiraya's Sanctuary. Had circumstances been different, he would've made for the temple to reconvene with the others to report on matters most dire. But the war churned on. The kiffar's warnings came to them in the form of encrypted messages.

After one such report, another member of the council tipped Kyric off to the potential for trafficking on Nar Shaddaa and the Denon Dog hit the scene. He contacted his Padawan Arlow in hopes of bringing her along, but he kept her busy with efforts surrounding the New Jedi Order. Her skills were more suited for other things—even if he wanted desperately to introduce her to the wider troubles of the galaxy.

Kyric slipped his communicator into his belt and pushed open the door to the café. His tattered black cloak covered a strange prosthetic affixed to the remnants of his left arm, as well as the sheathed blade at his hip on the same side. Bandages covered his good arm from fingertips to beneath his sleeve.

"Ain't any worse than the bars back on Denon," Kyric said in turn, ignorant of their shared upbringing on the ecumenopolis.

He slid into the chair opposite Makko and nodded to the follow-up question. "Bout as good as sittin' in a starfighter in hyperspace could be, really. Name's Kyric, by the way. The Council sent me along to play second fiddle to ya'. Got a plan?"

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[Makko Vyres]

MAKKO

It didn't seem like the place to discuss their background. Makko couldn't help but react to the talk of Denon.

"It's Makko," he replied. "Formerly of Denon."

He smirked and slid a datapad across the table.

"That's got the locations of interest and our safe houses," Makko said. "Pick a code for it now. If the wrong code goes in three times it wipes."

He glanced around once more and stretched out with the Force. A final check for anyone listening in, either directly or with devices.

Kyric would see the estate on the diagrams. It was attached to the spaceport. The outer fence was far from the inner compound. There were cranes and other equipment to move cargo.

"There are several layers of Defence. We need to figure out and breach the first. They've got guards on rotation, fixed and hidden cameras and sensors. I can find those with the Force."

"I think we do a first watch tonight to plan how we breach the compound tomorrow night. Or we try and get to an insider."

 

[Kyric]

"It's Makko," he replied. "Formerly of Denon."

"No chit?" Kyric asked with a grin. "Denon boys get 'er done, huh?"

The kiffar took the datapad and considered a code for all of three seconds before choosing 8-0-0-8. Classic. He swiped through the pages far too quickly to read them. His eidetic memory would make recalling the information later child's play.

Kyric relaxed back in his seat while Makko checked for bugs. "I'm thinkin' we stakeout the place, ya'. I ain't the most sociable. Not likely to turn someone to our cause. I've got a perfect memory, so any info we get today ain't gon' be forgotten."

"We should find ourselves somewhere quiet to settle in. Abandoned apartment, tall buildin' roof, y'know what I mean." He slid the datapad back across the table and stood up. After a brief stretch, Kyric made for the door.

The street hadn't changed much in the few minutes they spent at the table. A few people wandered down the side-road, while most of the businesses remained closed. An occasional night worked tried to wave the two men down, but Kyric didn't pay them any attention.

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[Makko Vyres]

MAKKO

Makko leaned back in his chair, sizing up the older Jedi with an expression caught somewhere between amusement and caution. The café’s low lights reflected in his eyes, but the edge in them was sharper than the smile he offered.

"Denon gets it done," Makko mused. He drummed his fingers once against the tabletop.

“If the Hutt are moving Force sensitive kids through this place there is either involvement from... Someone troubling or they're getting paid well. But anyway, this won't be easy. Mercs, traps, and a Hutt with more paranoia than sense. But…no one can cover all corners. Nar Shaddaa’s not so different from Denon. We'll find a weakness."

He rose after the kiffar, pulling his coat tighter as the door swung shut behind them. He was reminded of his time as a teenage runner.

"You can really remember everything?" Makko asked.