Spice dealing

[Cor Latch]

The back of the Blasted Rancore cantina.
Cor waited on his ship ramp, anybody that left the back could easily see his ship. He was holding his heavy blaster rifle and had several bottles of spice onboard his ship. He was waiting for people to come out and buy some. Hopefully he could sell all ten bottles without being caught by the Corruscant police force. If it would come down to this he could easily retreat into his ship the "Bantha-787"

(OOC) Sorry, I forgot to set it to public, so feel free to join this thread is indeed public

 

[Samson Ordo]

The Blasted Rancor Cantina
Samson pushed his way through the bar, ignoring the glances that his armor drew. Some knew him, and knew that him being here could only mean one thing. Others who didn't know him would not need much more influence than his appearance to know that he was not a man to be trifled with. His HUD was alive with lights and colors, as it scanned the room and its patrons, looking for anything that posed a threat or a promising profit.

Behind him, his employer followed- not nearly as armored as him, yet just as daunting of a person. Samson pushed on, looking to see if anyone made a move against them; most of the patrons were wise enough to stay in their seats. Samson looked to the barkeep, who knew of the arrangement. He jerked his head towards the rear door. Samson gave the man a nod before heading in that direction. He pressed an armored fist against the door control panel, allowing it to slide open, giving him a view of one of the landing pads.

Samson spotted the dealer, who clearly did not find this environment to be one of a sensitive nature. His blaster was brandished and in plain view. Samson did not reach for his weapon- he wasn't worried. If hostilities were to come, he would ensure the safety of his employer, yet he did not need to brandish his weapon to ensure such things. He slowly crossed over to Cor's ship.

 

[Cor Latch]

"Fresh?" he asked and then pointed to the large crate on the ramp of the ship. "Fresh are straight from the mines, they were just mined a few days ago...they are 50 credits and the older ones are twenty credits, that is quite the bargain", he said. He then looked around, making sure no one was looking.

 

[Caine Regarus]

The Blasted Rancor Cantina
Caine was not a man to fear low end establishments; in fact he was rather fond of them. With that being said, if there were anyone to enter such an establishment with and feel comfortable, it would be Samson. A titan wrought of thick beskar, with a brain sharper than most sabaac pros, if the arrangement were to go south, Samson would end it quickly, and brutally.
Caine was wearing his formal attire, which gave him an air of respect. A fitted suit, woven from the finest fabrics. Onyx black, with a metal scaled tie, he was definitely the best dressed person in the establishment. That might cause him some undue attention yet Samson would see to any unwelcomed visitors. He walked behind the wall of beskar, savoring the smells of toxic drinks and death sticks. This was where he was meant to be.
Samson opened the door, and they stepped out onto the docking pad. He walked behind his Mandalorian Behemoth just a while longer, noticing the blaster in the supplier's possession. This could get messy if it wasn't done right. Luckily, not only did Caine have Samson to watch his back, but he also had Judge, Jury and Executioner, his three most favored weapons. Judge was a particle acceleration rifle, loaded with combustive plasma that could eat away most armors in microseconds; Jury was his pistol, a verpine shatter gun that was renowned as a biased Jury in favor of Caine, and Executioner, a poison laced vibro-blade which was kept in the inseem of his boot.
The trio and Samson combined gave Caine the confidence that he needed to approach this situation and come out on top, if it were to become a sticky situation.

[member="Samson Ordo"] [member="Cor Latch"]

 

[Samson Ordo]

Samson watched Cor in silence. He looked at the crate, allowing his HUD to analyze its contents for him. The HUD swapped from normal, to infrared, to X-Ray; looking for any sort of anomalies that would suggest that the contents in the container were not as their owner described. That was his job here; he was a protector, a guardian. He merely gave Cor a nod before stepping to the side, allowing his employer to make eye contact with the dealer.

[member="Cor Latch"], [member="Caine Regarus"]

 

[Cor Latch]

He still waited for the man to answer him. He wanted to make this deal quick and fast. He was not spending another few years in prison for the same thing he did a few years ago. "Fresh or not, how many bottles ya want, I ain't got a whole lot of time I need to make it to Tattoine in two days", he said. He then increased the grip on his blaster, still watching out for police or any witnesses. Everything in the crate would be real spice, nothing would be out of place.

 

[Caine Regarus]

Caine smirked slightly, noting the dealer's discomfort. He looked back at Samson and gave him a nod, before returning his attention to Cor. He pulled out a cigar from his pocket, along with a small golden instrument. He clicked the instrument, sparking a flame which he rose to the end of his cigar. He lit it calmly, looking at Cor as he did it. His salesman was nervous, yet Caine had the air of nonchalance, as though the threat of police interference didn't bother him.

"Well, that's a mighty small supply you have there. I will take it all, but mostly I am curious of where you got it."

 

[Cor Latch]

"I know a man, he works in the mines for the Hutts. He then gives me these shipments and I head back to Tattoine every month for a new shipment, five of the bottles are fresh and the other five are from a few weeks ago, the whole shipment will be 1600 credits", he said

 

[Samson Ordo]

Samson spoke, yet only Caine would hear, as the microphone in his helmet went straight to an ear piece that his boss had.

"The crate looks good. No signs of anything suspicious."
Caine gave him a light nod, which meant that they would be moving to phase two of the plan. Samson did a quick sweep of the area, noting a lack of witnesses or potential interference. As he did so, Caine lit his cigar slowly. Samson was ready for it, but he needed to wait on the cue. He tensed his fist, then relaxed it, allowing his mind to slip into it's most comfortable state...the state of battle.

 

[Caine Regarus]

"Hutts, huh? I hear that they have this industry on lock down."
He replaced his lighter in his pocket, then looked at the Ithorian.

"Why don't you put the gun away, then we can talk as gentlemen. I notice you are in a bit of a rush. You shouldn't be. Business done hastily is business done wastefully."

He added a little chuckle at the end of his statement as though impressed by his own wit.

 

[Cor Latch]

"I am leaving in three minutes, so you better hurry up", said the dealer, grabbing the crate and sliding it into his ship. He then unlatched it, allowing it to be kicked down the ramp for the buyers but he would still be able to seal the back of the ship since he was right by the button, he was preparing to leave so the buyers had to hurry.

 

[Cor Latch]

Suddenly, he heard speeders flying down the street. He also heard the police sirens which were attached to the speeder, he quickly raised his gun in his right hand, ready to seal the hatch with his other. "I'M LEAVING, PAY UP NOW OR I'M TAKING THE SHIPMENT WITH ME!"

 

[Samson Ordo]

As the sirens echoed, Samson raised his X-1 Carbine, Scythe to the Ithorian. He stepped in front of Caine and looked at Cor.

"Let us aboard, we will take the spice and your payment will be safe haven from the law. It's that, or I take them from you and leave nothing for the cops but your corpse."

The Mandalorian's grip tightened on the disruptor carbine, ready to squeeze it at a moments notice.

 

[Cor Latch]

"GET IN, OR I'M TAKING OFF!" he shouted, ready to slam his hand on the button after they entered then he saw the police down the street, dismounting their speeders and unholstering blasters. He then pulled the shipment in, latching it and slamming his hand down on the button, when the buyers entered the ship.

 

[Caine Regarus]

The sound of sirens filled his ears, Caine couldn't help but smile. He didn't feel fear- what he felt was adrenaline. This made things much more interesting. As Samson stepped in front of him, Caine helped himself to a grenade from his guard's utility belt. Priming it with a click, he waited to see Cor's response to the ultimatum.
As the Ithorian stepped away, granting them passage, Caine ran aboard, with Samson close behind. He didn't bother waiting for the guards as he made his way to the cockpit. He looked at the Nav computer, then sat down, quickly entering a series of coordinates, which would lead the vessel to one of Coruscant's many outlets going to the sub-levels of the planet.

 

[Cor Latch]

Cor did not have enough time to react. He let them aboard, hoping he would not blow everyone up. When they entered he stepped into the ship slamming his hand on the button. The ramp would fold up sealing the exit and the ship would take off to wherever the buyer had wanted.

 

[Caine Regarus]

The ship lifted off, banking sharply and dipping to the lower levels of the galactic city. They wove in and out of buildings, taking evasive maneuvers until the sirens faded to nothing. Caine knew better than to think the worst was behind them; the cops probably noted the ship's signature, so they couldn't tarry. After a few minutes of evasion, the ship took a round about way into one of Coruscant's subterranean speeder lanes. It was a tight squeeze for the ship, made primarily for small cargo and maintenance vessels, yet the ship managed to get through.

The journey was not particularly long, though it was tense, as the vessel navigated from one passage to another, losing any potential followers. In the end, they reached their destination, on Sub Level 54. The sub-level was a different city in itself; lacking the neon glamour of the Galactic City's surface, this place had a much darker ambiance. The vessel flew over several speed ways and building clusters before arriving at a clearing where nothing grew. Touching down on the light, barren soil, Caine turned to Samson, waiting for him to descend the ramp.

 

[Samson Ordo]

Samson was glad when the ship finally landed. For the entire ride, he watched their skittish dealer, who clearly was not comfortable with this situation. When they arrived at the compound, Samson was the first to stand, making his way to the exit ramp. He pressed a panel, allowing the vessel's ramp way to descend. The unique wet musk of Coruscant's sublevels never graced Samson's nose, as his helmet filtered it out, yet some times he could swear by a pinch of nostalgia that he could smell it.

Once the ramp touched down, the large Mandalorian was the first to descend, sweeping the area with his HUD before calling out on his helmets external speakers.
"We're clear."
He began to make his way across the clearing, towards a wall that appeared normal in all senses, yet the Mandalorian's stride suggested that it's nature was something more.

 

[Cor Latch]

He brought his fist down on the button, causing the ramp to unfold and hit the ground, he looked out seeing that no one was outside and then yelled back at the two men "NICE WORK, NOW GET OVER HERE!" he shouted.

 

[Cor Latch]

He followed the man, carrying the large shipment behind him. It was not even a bit of a struggle for the strong Ithorian and he lugged it over to the wall.