Payment (Vykon Halke)

[Darth Ferus]

Krest sat in another cantina, this one far away from any major fraction space. He had already sent a message to @[member="Vykon Halke"] about a successful kill, now he was just waiting for the man to show. He had no drink and he kept oddly still, not even so much as moving his head as the people went by. Now it was just a waiting game for the man to hold up his end of the deal. The saber of Yusan Fenn rested on the table in front of the merc, waiting for pickup.

 

[Vykon Halke]

Vykon walked into the cantina accompanied by two guards, one with a case. He was anything but discreet. He headed straight for the zabrak. "I saw the news. I trust that was your doing?" He took a seat opposite of the mercenary. Waiting for the details.

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak pushed the saber over, followed by a datapad. On the datapad was the schematics to the bombs within the room and security footage showing Yusan walking into the room right before it blew. Krest nodded, his head jerking forward then back. Deep blue eyes watched @[member="Vykon Halke"] from under the Zabrak's hood, never blinking.

 

[Vykon Halke]

"How did you get the saber?" Vykon asked out of curiosity more then anything. He examined the saber, then watched the recording.

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest spoke up finally, his blue eyes still on @[member="Vykon Halke"]. "This one isn't his saberstaff. He left it inside of his office, so I went in and took it while I planted the bombs. I'd offer you the cam footage, but I deleted them. Instead, I have a time stamp of the time I went in." He clicks a button on the datapad after reaching a stiff limb outwards. Black was shown, but it spanned for two hours based on the time stamp.

"I figured you wanted something to remember him by."

 

[Vykon Halke]

@[member="Krest"]

"Of course." Vykon handed the saber to one of the guards in exchange for the case. He would run a test on the saber, just to make sure it was Yusan's. "Your money." He said placing the case on the table. 5 million credits in ingots.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest nodded slow, looking at the case. "Open it if you would." He was back sitting in his awkwardly stiff position, his eyes still on @[member="Vykon Halke"].

 

[Vykon Halke]

He opened the case, then turned it in @[member="Krest"] 's direction. It contained the full amount, as promised.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest nodded. There was no smile on his face, and he still had yet to blink as he watched @[member="Vykon Halke"]. But he spoke up, leaning forward to close the case with his stiff arm again. "I'll contact you after I've dealt with one of the other contracts. This was a pleasure."

 

[Vykon Halke]

"Very well." Vykon stood, then exited the cantina with his guards, leaving the zabrak alone.

@[member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

The hologram of Krest faded as the simple assistant droid reached over, lifting up the case. Krest had never been too trusting. The Droid would take the case to a deserted part of the city to make sure it was clean, and once he was sure he'd bring it to the Zabrak's ship. The droid was programmed not only to sound like Krest, but be able to scan and find anything amiss, but there shouldn't be anything so once it was scanned, Krest and his droid would simply leave.

@[member="Vykon Halke"]