Private Slice N' Dice

[Ren Bishto]

Location: Lower Levels, Coruscant


It was a nice change of pace not having to scout out her next job for once.​

Surface-level it seemed like a quick cash grab, a painless gig helping a newly-made vagrant with his revenge plot. It would be a lie to say it didn’t interest her. Especially considering she hadn’t been paid to stretch her slicer muscles in a good while. To say the least, it put her in a good mood.

With a brief glance down at the datapad on her wrist, her gaze flickered up to the seemingly out-of-commission cafe her contact had suggested. Slowing to a gradual roll on her speeder, the gravel spit against her engine as she brought a boot down. Removing her helmet and dismounting in one fluid motion the girl straightened, scanning the scattered crowd for a specific Zabrak.

Bohatei Chorva

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[Bohatei Chorva]

Bohatei never liked the lower levels.

His dislike was not born of hatred for those unfortunate enough to live in this urban sprawl, nor the lights and chorus of sound that threatened to overwhelm his hearing the further down one descended into these neon depths. To the Zabrak, it was the lack of space. From the tight alleyways he would frequently squeeze through down to the fact the floors never seemed to end. The sky above was nothing but duracrete and smog to look up into.

He felt trapped, to put it bluntly.

Tucking the violet cloth that made up his scarf a little tighter around his neck against the brisk air, he would remain by the door of the smaller building, tucked between towering structures. Only a few months ago the cafe behind him was bustling with activity, but now it had become almost a shell of it's former self. Most had simply moved on to the new hotness in town, leaving it mostly empty and with half-minded staff who couldn't care less for what went on so long as it didn't effect what little business they had.

By his side sat the small C1-Series described in their earlier discussion, a faded green hull accompanied with patches of grey metal and a restraining bolt on top of it's head. The dome like head turns a few times, one of the lenses focusing on a speeder that crawled to a halt.

Looking towards the source of the sound, Bohatei notices the same curly haired woman in his conversation earlier. Returning his datapad to his belt, he waits for her to notice him by the doorway. The Zabrak would give the signal he had given her, a three fingered wave before stepping inside for Ren to follow before heading to a table for the both of them.

 

[Ren Bishto]

Her eyes landed on him with a small grin of confirmation before her attention dropped to the droid. Locking her helmet around one arm she followed after him, paying no mind to the attending staff as she ducked under the low-hanging neon instinctively.

Placing her helmet on the predetermined table, the girl subsequently crossed her arms. "Take it this is the droid that's put you through hell, huh?" Regarding the pair of them her initial impression only helped to reinforce the notion, a shadow of amusement crossing her face.

As if in rebuttal, the droid spewed off a line of binary, its lens narrowing in an attempt to scrutinize the kid.

Bohatei Chorva
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[Bohatei Chorva]

Much like it's rough and worn exterior, the café had clearly seen better days. A few of the lights occasionally flickered, and the tones of the fan overhead hummed noisily. Despite these flaws, it had an almost lived in atmosphere to it. The staff were all too busy doing their own things and keeping their heads down, the Togruta behind the counter barely registering the new arrivals.

An almost perfect place to do business.

"Yup." Bohatei replied, nodding his head as he set a datapad on the table and gingerly slid it across to her. Upon it's surface was the control setup for the droid, no doubt linked to the restraining bolt upon it's top. "Snuck onboard while I was dealing with the other threats. Knocked out my deflectors and gave 'em the opening they needed." There was a noticeable sourness to his tone, understandably holding no small amount of resentment for the invaders who had taken his home from him.

"Managed to catch 'em by surprise with a bolt 'fore it could wipe or destroy itself." He explained more thoroughly, ignoring the prideful chirps of the droid following it's flurry of insults toward the girl. "'Course, all I'm good for is electronics. Not the software kind of thing."

"Hence why I contacted you. I want to see what we can pull from it's stores, if there's anything I can use against them."