Once Upon a Time In Mandalorian Occupied Alderaan

[Miss Blonde]

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Miss Blonde a crime lord, was rather interested in the streets of the bustling capital of Alderaan a planet that had so much rich history in it. From the time it spent as a smoldering asteroid field to its renaissance of freedom and sovereignty, yes the planet had seen imperialism, sith occupation, Republic world status, and now it seemed the mandalorians were here to protect the planet from outside threats.

Now Miss Blonde didn't care about any of that mess, she was simply here as a tourist who touched down with many of the Republic delegates aboard civilian transports that were sent here from various parts of space. Really Miss Blonde was past her history with the republic, however one thing she wasn't past was money. Money was the key to most problems and it happened to be that she had a lot of the stuff, and she had a taste for the finer things in life. Things like what you might ask?

Things like Stolen paintings from an art gallery, a few weeks back a crew that wasn't affiliated with the Black Ties had hit some high brow art gallery and made off with a few million credits worth of Alderaan inspired pieces of art. Now Miss Blonde wanted those painting and she intended on buying them from said crew, it would be a simply switching of credits for paintings and that would be the end of it.

However like most events involving the black tie syndicate things did not always go as planned, but all of that would be addressed later. For now we open on a small local cafe where a blonde woman wearing a fine tan long coat with a black tie around her collared shirt sat and sipped a stim caf from a glass cup. The table was large enough to hold a few people and whoever from the syndicate or their affiliates who decided to join her would be welcome to sit.

For now the woman simply sipped at her caf and read the news from a datapad on the table.

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Spoiler

This thread takes place at the same time as the invasion And Mandalore Will answer, so just a heads up.

 

[Zerrak Datoni]

[member="Miss Blonde"]

There wasn't much Alderaan had not been through, an excessive look into history would tell you it had been blown up, ripped apart, Vongified, if that was even a word, and much more. Zerrak was looking to stay away from that, but, it always seemed he was being pulled into it. He should had seen it coming, when giving an invitation to the Black Ties, nothing good could have come out it, but then again, it was Patricia who was inviting him, the woman saved his life, and he held no grudge against her. It wasnt her fault he was what he was now, so when she was sitting there sipping her whatever, reading her whatever, Zerrak stood some ways away, looking like a droid waiting for someone. He hated it, yet, felt like he could not properly express the feeling towards.

He knew what he needed to know, there was some big time paintings stolen, and the boss lady wanted them. Why? Beats him, Zerrak was muscle, not many people knew someone who could take a Wookie head on. Maybe there was value to his life now, or maybe he was simply a tool. Sighs passed over the boss lady's screen directed from Zerrak.

I got a bad feeling boss lady, kinda feels like Manaan, but...less sea water.

She was probably the only being he could some what talk his mind to, she knew what it was like, she had been there. Brother, and sister in arms if one would. His body glowed white LEDs, a non combative sorta signal, otherwise they were would be read, or yellow. There was the eyes too, metal, and wires, everything, metal and wires. He could hear the rotors moving in his own body, like the beating of his heart.

After this, I want a rub down. The deluxe rub down, oil all the joints, wires checked out. D-E-L-U-X-E boss.

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Zerrak Datoni"]

Miss Blonde continued to sip her coffee and read through her datapad for the local news, it was something she enjoyed doing. Seeing what was important to people in their local community, what scandals were about, who was who, and what was what. It always helped hey connect to the local people, and she simply adored the news on Alderaan. So much worry and panic from the attempted civil war, the mando occupation that could turn from friendly protection to a dictatorship. Oh the news was simply beautiful and worth the read.

But her old friend had spoken and caused her concentration to break mid way through a column piece about what brands the Princess was wearing.

"Mister Wednesday, you worry too much. I'm sure our contacts are simply looking to exchange funds, and besides if something were to happen it's why I brought you." The woman said as her hand reached out for her cafe.

Pulling it to her lips she took a deep sip before placing it back on its plate, everything was so wonderful about this planet. With its sovereignty there was money to be made at every turn, from their phrik mines to the untapped criminal element that could be brought here. All and all it was nice and she certainly return.

"Besides, Manaan was a long time ago Mister Wednesday. And I'm not seeing monsters here to kill us. Now relax and let me know when the call to meet goes through please." The woman said as she returned to her fluff column.

 

[Nyx]

Alderaan was the symbol of why Sparrow despised the Republic. Bueacracy at it's finest, and most disgusting. How fitting that it was accepting protection from the Mandalorians, a people of bounty hunters and mercenaries. She had arrested enough Mandos on Talravin to have a bad taste in her mouth when even hearing the name. But she wasn't here to take on the Mandalorian army, or even to sneer at the politics the Republic was trying to pull with the royals. No, she was here for something else.

Word among her contacts was that a band of amateur art thieves had struck on Alderaan, and were looking to sell some rather expensive pieces. Being who she was, Sparrow decided this couldn't be allowed. So she was running a sting operation, posing as a potential buyer. When money like this was involved, you never knew who would show up to the occasion, so the vigilante was hoping she might just get lucky. She just didn't quite realize how 'lucky' she would get.

At the same cafe [member="Miss Blonde"] sat at, Sparrow was adjusting her goggles, her twin blaster pistols hidden in her leather jacket. This cafe was the arranged meeting place, and the woman was eager to get this show on the road. Her fingers itched for the feel of a trigger, or the cuffs in her pocket, but she restrained herself. For now.
She leaned against the corner, her brown eyes roaming the cafe. All that was left to do was wait.

 

[Dyxra'a]

Sat at the back of the cafe, distanced from her boss, Miss Blonde, and out in the open, Dyxra'a lent back in her chair in relaxation as the soft sunlight that shone from the distant sun warmed her blood. Her stetson hat wasn't set atop the crests that lined her head and spoke of her physical deformation, instead it was on the table in front of her, letting her sensitive crests be exposed to the sun. Lent back in her chair as she was, Dyxra'a's heeled boots that reached up halfway to her knees were propped up on the edge of the chair opposite her at the small table. Her brown leather trench coat was hanging from her slim shoulders as it usually. Hanging open, the coat revealed Dyxra'a's finely embroided waistcoat, adorning with a silver pocket watch which hung from a breast pocket, to any who happen to gaze her away. But, what was not revealed to the casual wondering eyes was the array of hidden blasters - all of different levels of power and legality, and knives - from one for throwing to Phrik combat knives.

A lit and smoldering cigarette hung from betwixt her scaled lips, the glowing end causing a small trail of smoke to curl around her reptilian features before it rose up to be carried away by the soft breeze. In her lace glove covered hands, Dyxra'a held an old fashioned paper text, bound in black leather with a gold text curling across the front, her steel blue eyes riveted to the words on the page. On the table before the scaled woman, set beside her hat, was a large plate covered in a simple salad that already had a large portion of it eaten as Dyxra'a occasionally reached around her book to pick up a green leaf to eat. Next to the food was a tall glass filled with an amber liquid, a brandy on the rocks which had been poured from one of the three hipflasks that were within the pockets of her coat. Resting against the side of her chair was her main weapon that looked to everyone else like a simple, if metal, cane with the word Janus carved onto the section connecting the shaft to the leather wrapped handle.

Lifting her eyes from her text for a moment, Dyxra'a flickered her eyes across the array of tables set out in front of the small cafe on Alderaan, committing the view to memory before returning her gaze to her book. However, this time she did not read a word written upon the page, instead she was analysis the mental picture of cafe. Only a few of the people she had spotted she had recognized, each of them being a member of the Black Tie Syndicate like herself, even if she hadn't had much, if any, interaction with them. As such, rather than compare the faces of the gathered crowd to any information she had on them Dyxra'a instead aimed to pinpoint which of the gathered beings were carrying a weapon or were there for the meet, regardless if they intended to buy or not.

Running the memory of her quick view of the crowd through her head, Dyxra'a looked for subtle and blatant behavior or sights which would serve as tells. First, she looked for those with poor practice in hiding their concealed weapons, unnatural bulges in clothing was noted and the beings tagged to be watch. After flowing through a few more steps in the span of only a couple of seconds, Dyxra'a looked for those that were exhibiting nervous or hyper focused attention like she had, those that were roaming the cafe with their eyes. The fact that Dyxra'a utilised the practice of a Mind Foci allowed her to view the same brief memory over and over and, in the end, she managed to focus on those that were showing such behavior, even as they tried to hide it. One of those was a woman sat in the corner wearing a leather jacket and a pair of goggles.

Her intensive scan of the meeting point completed, Dyxra'a flicked her eyes up to look at Miss Blonde once more before returning to reading her book, taking a sip of her brandy as she did so.


[member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Sparrow"] | [member="Zerrak Datoni"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

A call came in on Patricia's comm unit and she was quick to answer it, it was of course for the location of the drop point. Where they would exchange credits for the famed paintings.

"This is blonde." she said pausing after.

"Uh-huh, yeah, we'll be there in five." The woman said then hung up her comm unit.

They had the meeting spot now it was time to get out of the humble little cafe. With her wallet out the woman left a tip for their waiter then stood up to get out of there. Patricia looked over to her other associate known as the Serpent and gave her a quick nod of the head to let her know it was time to leave.

Stepping around to the side the woman waited by the street to hail a taxi speeder. After a moment the speeder stopped and Patricia scooted her way into the passenger seat of the vehicle. The taxi would of course stay put and the door to the back seat would open, she was waiting for her associate to get in so they could talk and get out of there.

"Today Serpent." Miss Blonde said while tapping her foot a bit.

[member="Dyxra'a"] [member="Zerrak Datoni"]

 

[Dyxra'a]

Glancing up from her book just in time to witness the nod that Miss Blonde had directed her way, Dyxra'a inclined her head in acknowledgment in a small, barely there nod so as to prevent any casual observer from being able to see the current subservience that Dyxra'a was directing towards the blonde hair woman, not so out of shame as Dyxra'a had sworn her loyalty to the crime lord, but more so to protect an air of secrecy around the business deal so as to hide the fact that, along with the more visible guard, Miss Blonde had a more hidden body serving to protect her and her interests.

Closing the book she held in a careful cradle with soft motions of her hands and a barely audible thud as the pages were compressed between weighted covered, Dyxra'a ran a finger along the engraved and gold plated title of the old fashioned book and the name of the author before she set it on the table before her, placing it in the exact same spot she had set her stetson hat, having already swept the hat up with a swift movement of her left hand and set it atop of her scaled head, hiding her elongated crests from view.

Wrapping her now free left hand around the handle of Janus, Dyxra'a used it to lever herself out of her seat with a groan, settling her weight through the cane so as to continue to perpetuate the ruse that the cane that she held was nothing more than what appearances said it was, a cane that the short Falleen woman needed to aid herself in moving around. Removing the still smoldering cigarette from between her lips after taking one last draw, she dropped it to the ground before grinding it into the floor with her toes, extinguishing the lit tip. Grasping the glass that held the remains of her brandy, Dyxra'a tipped the rest of the amber liquid down her throat before setting the glass next to her now empty plate.

Spinning around sharply as Miss Blonde called out to her, using the movement to swipe the book up from where it lay and slide it into a pocket within the insides of her coat, Dyxra'a faked limping as she made her way over to the taxi speeder, the rhythmic tapping of Janus heralding her movements. Sliding in through the open door of the taxi, Dyxra'a settled herself into a similar position that she had held when sat at her table; reclining in her seat and letting Janus rest against her leg. The only difference this time was that hadn't proped her feet up and that her hat remained on her head, indeed if anything she had pulled it down lower so that the rim was hiding the majority of her face from view.


[member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Zerrak Datoni"]