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Faction Spice-Run Shutdown [TDF] | Open To Criminal Element Characters [2/20]

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Braze

Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
Braze
Character Bio
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Trask Black Market​

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The Mud Duck settled onto the docks of Trask with its usual creaking rattle, the old freighter giving one last groan as the engines powered down. Braze waited at the top of the ramp for the vibrations to stop, eyes tracking the movement of cargo cranes against the bleak sky. Everything smelled of salt, metal, and low tide...

No one came to Trask's shadow docks by accident; He had come as a buyer.... At least, that was the story.

The message from the Pyke contact had been short leaving his missive rather simple in theory. Redirect the pickup. Head to the Lower docks, and ask for the handler then collect the shipment. Most runners would have shown up, taken the crates, and left. Braze had no intention of doing any of that.

He stepped down the ramp with a slow, steady pace, the plastifoil order tag tucked inside his sleeve. The docks below were alive with motion. Containers grinding along magnetic rails. Haulers shouting over engine noise. Thick mist rolling in from the water and clinging to the structures like a second skin. Somewhere in this chaos was a hidden spice operation.One bold enough to move raw un refined product in volume. Gidgit peeked out from the satchel at his hip, tiny antennae twitching at every clang and hiss. Braze rested one hand on the droid for a moment pushing it gently back down before moving on.

"Lower stacks," he murmured, reading the subtle push in the back of his mind.

If they thought he was here to just pick up a shipment, they would let him right into their nest. Buyers always saw the product before money moved. Buyers were led straight to the heart of things.

It was perfect.

Braze adjusted his cloak and walked deeper into the maze of containers, boots echoing softly on the grates. Every step brought him closer to the shadows between the stacks, where dockworkers pretended not to look and strange shapes moved behind thin walls of steel. He was here to break the ring apart from the inside. And if the whole place came crashing down by the end of the night? Well… the Mud Duck could always outrun the fallout.


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Jek Raynar

This may hurt...
Jek Raynar
Character Bio
Jek was busy polishing his helmet, a quick spit shine for his baby and then back to work. Thats when he noticed the wookie. The Madclaw. Thats what everyone called the big pale brute and Jek didn't want to know why. He felt safe enough with his assumptions.

Wait.

What is he doing? The calian felt his brow furrow and eyes squint. He took in the scene sharply.

No. Oh he is diggin for somethin. Jek felt his face slowly shift away from the stoic mean mug expression and slip into a scowl of disgust. Quickly he turned away, but the image was already burned into his mental. A wookie booger. It was bigger than any piece of mucus he had seen from a sentient being.

Might as well of come from a reek. His stomach churned slightly and Jek felt the remnants of his last meal give him a surprise return.

But he managed to compose himself and did his best to disguise his revulsion with a series of coughs. " Holy sith." He muttered to himself.

Then he returned to the pallet and helped unload it.

Tags: The Madclaw The Madclaw Braze Braze
 

Scherezade deWinter

The Blood Hound
Scherezade deWinter
Character Bio
Braze Braze The Madclaw The Madclaw Jek Raynar Jek Raynar
The Mud Duck wasn't the only ship settling into that port that evening.

Scherezade's transport touched down two berths over, landing struts hissing as they met the slick metal. Whatever. She let her ship's automated control handle that part. She stood at the top of her own ramp for a moment, jaw tight, breathing in the scents of salt, rust, and lack of hope. The smells clung to everything here.

Behind her, three figures shuffled uncertainly. Humanoid. Young. Collared. Livestock, as far as the port records were concerned. Property, as far as their seller was concerned. And as far as Scherezade was concerned… an annoyance.

She wasn't happy about this cargo. She wasn't meant to be doing this sort of run anymore. But she had her reasons, and she wasn't in the mood to explain them, not even to herself. Not that it was anyone's business. Some secrets would go to the grave with her.

"Move," she said quietly.

They obeyed, stepping into the mist that pooled around the bottom of the ramp.

She adjusted the drape of her jacket, pulled the order tag deeper into her sleeve, and began guiding her three charges toward the Lower Stacks. That was where her buyer would be. That was where she needed to be.

Unbeknownst to her, just one set of container aisles over, another figure was threading his way into the same shadows. Braze, moving with intent, a tiny droid tucked at his side. Under normal circumstances, she would have scented or noticed his presence long before now. But these weren't normal circumstances.

So for now, neither of them knew the other was here.

Just two predators slipping into the same nest, each with their own reasons, each with their own secrets thick in their blood as the fog closed in around them.
 

Casaana

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Casaana
Character Bio

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Following Braze down the Mud Duck's ramp, busted power converter in hand as she chipperly chatted away at him as a young Vornskr with a bobbed tail jumped and lept around, trying to entice them into playing. "Right, so all the groaning and squealing aren't good sounds. And you feel that shaking coming down? It's like she's got arthritis in the stabilizers." She continued talking loud enough to be overheard by those nearby as she continued. "The shielding on the wiring syncing the port hyperdrive motivator is loose, an I give the mounting brackets maybe a dozen more jumps before something breaks." Casaana didn't know what security Braze had in place on the Mud Duck, but she was certain that no being would want to steal it now. Their cover was also well and truly established as a pair pretty far down on their luck despite tooling around in such a large ship.

Leaning into this, she was wearing a set of blue duranex overalls and a loose tan shirt with its sleeves pulled up, both with matching grease stains. Around her waist, she'd wrapped a tool belt with her lightsaber disguised as a hydrospanner next to some worn work gloves, and her blaster was tucked up under her drab field jacket, leaving her looking like a scruffy kid who spent too much time poking around engines on a smuggling vessel. Though she thought the overalls were kinda cute.

Following Braze into the stacks, Casaana stayed nominally alert, letting her eyes pan over the passing workers that crisscrossed any dockyard across the galaxy. Sure there was a lot of underworld activity in this sea town, but most beings were also just going about their lives and simply doing the best they could with what they had. Separating them out and ending the former without harming the latter was going to be the trick. Calling the Vornskr back to them as it started chasing down smells, she continued her earlier bit, "And with the rust coming off the condenser, it's practically a flying tetanus advertisement in there." she reached down to scratch along the pupper's ears. "If it gets any worse, we're gonna need booster shots. Also the puppy's looking hungry, so we're going to hafta stop and grab something to eat. You think they've got a lotta grilled fish here? I think I can smell some fish frying up, up ahead."

 
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Borun Borun

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Borun Borun
Character Bio


The Trask Black-Market Port was always bustling, but at this hour, it was particularly vibrant with cargo haulers, their voices rising above the hissing steam vents, while repulsorlifts groaned as they transported crate after crate across the smooth durasteel floor. A thick must hung low in the air, heavy enough to form beads on both metal and skin, and every few seconds, a Rodian runner zipped between the stacks, clutching datapads or sample canisters.

No one stayed too long or made eye contact with the Black Sun Operatives navigating the port; everyone present understood the unspoken rules, or they would soon regret speaking out when a cold, hard blaster was pressed gently against their back.

Amidst the patrols moved the Warriors of Abonshee. The mercenary unit kept a steady rotation through the Lower Stacks, their ash-gray armor marked with clawed sigils, their movements clean and efficient. They checked crates, scanned pass tags, and watched every passerby with the quiet suspicion of hunters who never lost a client under their guard.

If they noticed Braze Braze or Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter they did not make it known.

In the nearby depilated warehouse, the Quarren emerged from between two refrigeration lockers, tendrils twitching in small restless curls as he surveyed his operation. A bubbling trill slipped past his lips, amused, impatient, hard to decipher. His workers had learned months ago not to ask what the sounds meant; they just moved faster when they heard them.

A stack of sealed spice canisters rested under a rust-streaked overhang, piled three high, each adorned with a coded Black Sun glyph too faint for casual scanners to detect. Two Weequay loaders struggled to get a malfunctioning grav-sled under control, muttering curses quietly.

A Trandoshan was verifying manifests inside a half-collapsed office module that acted as Borun Borun's "front desk." The disarray of the place was evident, but he appreciated it that way.

Another bubbling sound escaped him, this one more pronounced and the nearby workers immediately straightened up. "Cargo moves in ten," he said, voice wet and clipped. His tendrils pointed toward the mist-shrouded lift that led deeper into the dock tunnels. "No delays. Buyers get twitchy."

A Rodian stumbled forward with a datapad, stammering about a missing crate. Borun Borun leaned in close, eyes widening, expression animated enough to make the Rodian flinch. Then a low, rolling gurgle escaped him annoyed, but not lethal. Not tonight.

"Find it" he said simply. He turned back toward the maze of containers, tendrils swaying with each step. Golden colored eyes moved away from the containers just for a moment to spot the hulking wookiee The Madclaw The Madclaw then the diligent worker Jek Raynar Jek Raynar moving a crate. Each of them had their uses but it remained to be seen if they could protect this cargo from harm.
 
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Braze

Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
Braze
Character Bio


Braze surveyed the area, pausing long enough to glance back at Casaana Casaana and gauge how well she was managing Kujo's latest antics.

"Yeah, yeah... once we finish this job, maybe we can breathe a little easier, eh? " he said. He rolled his eyes in the dramatic way of someone who had been listening to the same complaint from the mechanic for weeks.

The Mud Duck was certainly a sizeable vessel. The Payday Class freighter had no shortage of interesting nooks and hidden compartments, a surprisingly good ship for moving a respectable amount of product without drawing attention.

Braze kept a wary eye on the skyline, taking in sounds, motion, and the ebb of traffic. Something about one of the ships that had landed nearby tugged at his memory. He thought he recognized its silhouette. Maybe Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter was here. It certainly looked like her ship from a glance but he couldn't be too certain. Still it was anouther foot note he added to the growing list of plusable problems to keep in mind.

When Casaana Casaana finally caught up to his pace, he led her past the wookie without a second glance, paying the typical amount of attention he gave to strange creatures in docking bays, which was to say almost none at all.

He passed Jek Raynar Jek Raynar a wary glance as he made his way to the meeting location keeping careful stock of who and what all was around.

"Every time you talk about the stabilizers I develop a new phantom injury. If anyone tries to steal the Mud Duck now, they are very desperate. Everything you said sounds terrible, but the only urgent problem I heard was that the puppy is hungry. We can fix stabilizers later. But we better feed him before he gets ravenous.I do not want to keep the contact waiting."

He paused long enough to reach into his sleeve, producing a small violet pouch. With a quick motion he offered it to Casaana.

" Go on and get your fish and a snack for the puppy. Do not dawdle," he said, handing her the tiny pouch of credits so she could buy whatever questionable dockside food stood the best chance of keeping them alive.

Braze briefly wondered if Schmarmee Schmarmee had ever been to a place like this as he walked through the shipping containers.

He finally made his way to the correct dilapidated warehouse and gave his code phrases to the Weequay at the door. "I am here to settle the dust ledger."

He explained his buissness associate would be along shortly as he waited for Casaana Casaana to catch up.

He pulled G.I.D.G.I.T. from his pocket shaking the small droid 'awake' from it's stand by mode and turned the small lady bug looking thing over hitting a switch to turn off the vocoder intrergration that gave Gidgit a voice beyond Droid binary.

"Alright time to wake up. Inventory mode. I need you ready for crate counts, weight estimates, and any irregular readings."

Gidgit gave a bright little trill as Braze set him down on his fluffy cloak's shoulder. A soft cascade of chirps and warbling beeps followed, the kind he always made when accepting a task with absolute enthusiasm. Gidgit's little optic sent live feed back to the duck conveniently allowing Saram Kote Saram Kote to see and hear what all was going on with the away team.

He let his awareness drift, trying to sense the shape of the unseen threads around Borun Borun Borun Borun and the machinery of this place. The Pyke Syndicate joining hands with the Black Sun felt like two storms folding into one, and Braze could not yet tell if he was standing in the calm or at the edge of the first lightning strike.






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Bounty Hunter

Name: Braze[br]
Affiliation: Independent[br]
Claims: [X]


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Saram Kote

Strill Securities Al'verde
Saram Kote

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Tag(s): Braze Braze | Casaana Casaana | Borun Borun Borun Borun | Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter | Jek Raynar Jek Raynar | The Madclaw The Madclaw

Saram's Equipment

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Cargo cranes made for excellent vantage points. Her armor's cloaking device and passive stealth features kept her hidden from prying eyes, but few were hidden from her. The composite view from her rifle's optic appeared as a picture-in-picture feed in her HUD, allowing her to retain situational awareness. Her RD-01 'Gar Sur'haai' Recon Droid scanned around the perimeter to check for a waiting QRF. She would have one, stood to reason whoever was running this operation would have one as well. In short, there was little chance of things going wrong.

That of course was when the galaxy decided to laugh at her. Loud and heartily. Dealing with criminals had taught her one thing,. Force sensitives among their ranks were usually rare. So it seemed that they'd lucked out in the worst shabla ways. There were two force users among their ranks, but her armor's sensor suite's 'Ori'rammiakd Shushai Besbe' SuperCommando Sensor Kit was picking up four. One was showing life signs of a Wookie, not exactly a small one by the looks of it either. The other one matched the signature her beskar'gam had recorded on Ossus.

Well this just kept getting more interesting. Scherezade deWinter and some positively shabla massive Wookie at an exchange, it sounded like the start to a bad joke. The Wookie was more than likely here as security, though he looked thoroughly bored to haran. She didn't dare guess at what Scherezade was up to, though the three lifeforms shuffling behind her with elevated heart rates didn't exactly leave much to imagination, and that was if she couldn't see what kind of state they were in.

Braze said:
Gidgit gave a bright little trill as Braze set him down on his fluffy cloak's shoulder. A soft cascade of chirps and warbling beeps followed, the kind he always made when accepting a task with absolute enthusiasm. Gidgit's little optic sent live feed back to the duck conveniently allowing Saram Kote Saram Kote to see and hear what all was going on with the away team.
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The data transmit request flashed in the corner of her HUD, and was immediately approved with a simple instinctual blink click. The data feed resolved as another picture-in-picture data feed on her HUD. She aimed her rifle at the warehouse, her HUD super imposing the others inside as an outline based on their estimated positions from G.I.D.G.I.T.'s video feed. She was sure of her rifle's ability to put a depleted baradium sabot through the exterior of a run down warehouse with plenty enough leftover energy to do harm to something on the other side.

She sent an acknowledgement signal back in droid binary to G.I.D.G.I.T. It was not too dissimilar to the oner used by the company's comm system. Quick, short, encrypted burst. Unlikely to attract the attention of anyone already listening in. A place like this could have any number of encrypted comm bursts. The only thing that remained was to wait and see if this went smoothly or if everything was going to go straight to haran in a second.

 

Scherezade deWinter

The Blood Hound
Scherezade deWinter
Character Bio
Braze Braze The Madclaw The Madclaw Jek Raynar Jek Raynar Casaana Casaana Borun Borun Borun Borun Saram Kote Saram Kote
The Lower Stacks swallowed sound in a way she had always disliked. Footsteps went soft. Voices blurred. Metal rang. Scherezade guided her three living cargo units through the narrow aisles with a slow pace, one hand tucked behind her back where the trigger to the collars rested. She did not intend to use it. She only needed them to believe she might.

The seller had chosen a forgotten corner behind a row of refrigerated fish lockers. The smell was… Undesirable. A Rodian look-out raised his chin when he spotted her, then flicked on a handlamp twice. That was the signal. She moved in without speaking, her eyes on the Quarren who handled the paperwork. He gave her a short nod, the kind meant to be polite but not warm. Legitimate business, illegal context. That kind of vibe.

Scherezade pushed the plastifoil order tag across the crate between them. He scanned it with a small flick of his tendrils, tapped a confirmation code into his pad, and gestured for her to move the merchandise forward.

The first two stepped in line. Shoulders hunched. Eyes down. Their spirits had been broken long before they'd been forced to board Scherezade's ship. The third one waited a breath too long. Then he bolted.

He slipped past her hip, bare feet slapping against the damp metal, sprinting toward the maze of containers. For a fraction of a second Scherezade froze, the shock collar control in her hand. One press could flatten him. One press could break something delicate inside him. She hated collars. Hated the sound they made. Hated the reminder of what she had agreed to do today, all because of that stupid… Nevermind. She had to do something.

Her thumb lifted from the trigger.

She moved.

The chase was short. She moved too fast for most eyes to catch it, and a moment later her hand was around his neck, gripping too tight. He struggled to breathe. She squeezes his neck ever so slightly harder. He kicked, gasping, almost feral with panic. She let go of his neck, caught his wrists, forced them together behind his back, and hauled him upright with a grunt. Scherezade marched him back toward the seller. He dragged his heels the whole way but did not try again.

The Quarren watched her return with an unreadable expression. One tendril curled in what might have been amusement. Or irritation. Hard to tell.

"Three units," she said, her voice flat, very far from the usual bubbly or sing-song-y that most people got from her, "All present."

The runaway trembled beside her, head lowered, breathing hard. Scherezade's grip stayed tight on his arm until the Quarren's workers moved in with restraints.
 
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Borun Borun

T y p h o o n
Borun Borun
Character Bio


The Quarren's golden eyes tracked the retreating back of the Rodian, who had been sent scrambling to find the missing crate. He let out another low, rattling trill to signal his mild dissatisfaction and a focused shift in attention back towards the interior of the warehouse and the maze of containers occupying the space, his tendrils doing a slight involuntary twitch when his gaze lingered near the entrance for just a moment to long.

Trask was a place of unpredictability and even the Black Sun was not truly safe in this territory. He moved with a practiced, unsettling grace toward the sealed stack of spice canisters under the rust-streaked overhang, his multi-limbed frame navigating the tight space without a bump. He didn't need to check the inventory; his memory was a steel trap.

He only needed to be near the product. As he reached the canisters, the dilapidated warehouse door slid open, its worn gears protesting with a high-pitched squeak. The Weequay guard, whose skin was scarred and face perpetually grim, gave a curt, almost submissive nod.

"Vigo Borun Borun," the Weequay rasped, "The first buyer is here. Code phrase delivered."

The Quarren pivoted, his upper set of arms comfortably positioned on the top canister. He observed the figure in the doorway, a human male, who appeared somewhat too at ease for such a dangerous location, yet was evidently alert. The man, Braze Braze , remained unnervingly motionless as if he were surveying the room, which caused the Quarren considerable unease...not out of fear, but because this was a new buyer.

"So. The one who settles the dust ledger," Borun Borun's voice was wet and clipped, the R sounds in 'ledger' almost swallowed by a gurgle. He extended one of his lower hands, the fingers splayed in an expectant gesture, not for a handshake, but for a transaction item. "Show me the credits. And where is this 'associate' of yours?"

Though as soon as such a statement came out of his mouth, eyes narrowed at the sight of a small ladybug-like droid perched on the man's shoulder. A low, irritable gurgle rising in his throat. Taking a slow step forward, planting himself just outside the warehouse entrance as if shielding the product housed within from observers.

"The droid," he stated, as one of his tendrils pointed at G.I.D.G.I.T. "It stays outside. We can't risk our operation being compromised...now can we" He did not wait for a response, having a pair of the Warriors of Abonshee come out to provide a little persuasion. It paid to be paranoid in the spice business, and if the buyer was serious then it would be no problem in leaving the companion outside while they had their discussion.

It was nothing personal....just good business.

 

Casaana

Character
Casaana
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Taking the credits with a smile, she tucked them safely away and pat her leg to get Kujo's attention, cheerfully calling out, "Come on boy! Time for food!" Then she was off, following her nose as she darted through the stacks, out of the working area of the port and towards a more public thoroughfare where she'd likely find the type of entrepreneurial folk who'd set up street stalls. She wasn't worried about losing Braze, she could feel his presence through the Force like a comfortable hug and follow it back to him. Kujo would also be able to find either of them, Vornskrs naturally being drawn to the Force sensitive as they would hunt a ysalamiri. It'd actually been a problem for the two of them until Kujo had learned they weren't food, his owner had apparently bobbed his tail to help with this, removing some spines in the process. The canine was also a reminder of the time she'd been hunted by pirates seeking revenge across the surface of Myrkr as she searched for a hidden Jedi, but she'd forgiven him that.

Jabbering with a Calamari woman she understood maybe one accented word in three from about the various fish and other tentacle-y things she had laid out on a burner under an awning, Casaana would pick one, feed it to Kujo and, based on his reaction, would snatch one up for herself and so on until the woman demanded another few credits. From there, she browsed the lane picking up some cooked nuts, still warm from the fire in a paper cone twisted shut at both ends for Braze.

She was heading back, winding her way through the stacks towards the familiar presence of Braze when she felt a spike of fear not too far away. She came up short, ducking to the side as someone cursed her from behind for stopping. She felt it over, mulling on why such sharp fear would be mixed with hope, when it was washed away with an ebbing pain. She let indecision pull at her for all of a few heartbeats before setting off. She had Kujo, and Braze had his droid and Saram. Whoever was hurting might not have anybody.

Another pair of pats to the leg, and she and Kujo were heading in the new direction. Pulling her comm, she called Saram while twisting the wireless into her ear. "Kote, I might be getting into something. Could be a few minutes, could be you're all Braze's got for a bit. I'll leave my comm on."

Moments later and she was in a stinky little fish market watching some kids no older than herself getting pushed around and chained up by some unsavory looking beings that likely didn't smell much better than the fish they were pretending to sell. Normally, she'd rush in and save the day, but she knew she had to play it quiet. Quiet and smart. Starting a ruckus here could spill over onto the docks to cause trouble for Braze. At her side, Kujo let out a quiet growl so low that Casaana felt more than heard while staring at someone in the group. She reached her senses out towards them, feeling the cold darkness of a Sith.

 
Major Faction

Braze

Kai'el Brat "Guardian of the Light"
Braze
Character Bio



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Braze offered a soft smile in greeting to Borun Borun Borun Borun as the man appeared, turning his attention fully toward him. He dipped his head in a small bow, then slid a hand beneath his cloak. There was a quiet click as he detached something from his person out of sight. A compact locked case came free from where it had been hidden, and Braze drew it out, holding it out for Borun to take. Presumably it had credits inside as it was a credit transport case.

When Borun addressed Gidgit, Braze glanced at the little droid, who gave a low, warbling sound of disappointment.

"You hear that? You have to wait outside," he said.

He made a gentle shooing motion with his fingers and the small droid hopped off, whirring softly as he hovered away to take up a slow circuit near the exterior of the doorway, optic flicking between the two men.

"That is just my personal digital assistant," Braze explained with an easy shrug. "He is handy for organizational things like calendar dates and note-taking, and for computing and a few communication functions. Helps me keep track of what quantities I move."

Borun's attention shifted briefly to the alley way form whence he came. He looked to the assistant droid. " Make your self useful and find them." He said shooing it off and it did hover away.

"We only stop when we have to, so she insisted we bring our walking deterrent along," he remarked. "Wanted to make sure he got to stretch his legs, take care of his business somewhere that is not someone's doorway, and get a proper feed in him. He does his job a lot better when he is content instead of looking for something to chew on... You aint put off by a puppy are ya? And I admit, I feel a lot safer, since he tends to keep any heroic Jedi or greedy Sith types from mucking about when I have the mutt with me. He is very good at encouraging people to mind their own business."
He took a small breath and let it out in a quiet sigh, his weight shifting in a lazy manner as he lifted a hand to cover his mouth against a yawn.

Braze had walked into this meet in clothes that were far nicer than the job demanded, every line of the outfit leaning into a more flamboyant style. He looked like he was showing off his wealth and success, almost like a socialite too high class to smuggle. Perhaps he was from a wealthy family slumming it for the thrill, or some minor aristocrat playing at crime because he was bored. That was the story the outfit sold at a glance.

The truth was less glamorous. The silk and furs, the careful tailoring, the muted jewelry at his cuffs and throat, all of it was bait. People who underestimated him were easier to read, easier to push, easier to walk away from before they realized he was not nearly as soft as he looked.

"Everything we agreed on is in there," he said, keeping his tone calm and businesslike. "Weight, quality, and the records you asked for. Once you are satisfied, we can talk about what comes next."

There was no lock securing the case now, no visible seal or restraint on the latches. Borun could open it then and there, check the contents with his own hands, and see for himself whether Braze's word matched what lay neatly arranged inside.

Gidgit let out another soft, sulky warble that buzzed faintly in his chassis. Obedient all the same, he unlatched himself from Braze's side with a tiny click and a few chirps .

After a brief pause, he extended his little optical assembly and pinged the crowd with a quiet series of scanning chirps, searching for a familiar outline. Satisfied with whatever he picked up, the droid trundled away from the entrance, weaving neatly through as he went to look for Casaana, tilting this way and that like a curious bird. Every few meters he glanced back, lens flashing a quick green blink as if to reassure himself that Braze was still where he had left him before Gidgit vanished deeper into the flow of the crowd in search of their mechanic.

 
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Saram Kote

Strill Securities Al'verde
Saram Kote

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Tag(s): Braze Braze | Casaana Casaana | Borun Borun Borun Borun | Scherezade deWinter Scherezade deWinter | Jek Raynar Jek Raynar | The Madclaw The Madclaw

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Casaana said:
"Kote, I might be getting into something. Could be a few minutes, could be you're all Braze's got for a bit. I'll leave my comm on."
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Getting into something. That was another way of saying, 'I'm about to start some osik.' Well, shab. "Affirmative. K'oyay- Stay safe," she whispered over the line. Saram wondered if she should send her recon droid to go with her but then saw G.I.D.G.I.T.'s video feed change to show that he was on the job. She had no idea what it was that had caught the other Jetii's attention, but she was willing to bet that it had to be something significant. Those with Braze tended not to be drawn to even tangentially pertinent things when on a task.

She returned her attention to the warehouse. Her beskar'gam's life form scanners were the source of the outlines of those currently inside, at this range nothing else had the capability to do so. While that didn't interfere with her targeting capabilities, it didn't present another issue. She had little way beyond the others initiating hostilities to indicate that a fight was coming. She just had to wait on Braze's word. Now she was not a jewelry type person, but shab, those earrings with the comm system made her reconsider that stance strongly.

 

Scherezade deWinter

The Blood Hound
Scherezade deWinter
Character Bio
Braze Braze The Madclaw The Madclaw Jek Raynar Jek Raynar Casaana Casaana Borun Borun Borun Borun Saram Kote Saram Kote
There. Transaction done. Scherezade lifted her holopad, snapped a picture, edited to blur out the locals so that only the human cargo's faces showed, revealed the image to the other contacts for permission, and sent it in.

She was already walking away when the soft beep of a new message was head.

YOU ARE A WOMAN OF YOUR WORD

D'uh, she thought before pocketing the device.

Well.

That more or less meant the end of today, at least as far as she was concerned. Scherezade was more than ready to just hop back on the Giggledust and get the krak away, when she noticed someone staring.

Glowing green eyes moved to the source of her sensation, her gaze landing directly on Casaana Casaana . The kid stank of Jedi. Scherezade sighed. It would be so easy to just get back to moving and leave. This was like one of those hologames, where a flickering light above the head of a person started doing its flickery thing meaning the person was important.

Fine. She could play the game.

With a sigh, the amazonian Sithling marched right up to the kid.

"What is your quest oh wise one?" she asked, her voice not even half as enthusiastic as one might imagine it would be in a moment such as this, "what will you give me upon completion of today's useless task?"
 

Casaana

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Casaana
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Blue Duranex Overalls, Blaster, Field Jacket, Lightsaber & Crystal
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Kujo growled as the woman left the kids with the Quarren and Casaana looked down at him, making she had a good hold on the Vornskr's collar. When she looked back up, the brown haired woman was almost upon her, marching up to her with intent. This close, Casaana could feel the same pressure coming off of her as she had Reign, the Lord of the Diarchy. Her's wasn't as strong as what she'd felt then, through this time the full intensity seemed to be focused on her.

Scherezade dropped her acidic? Playful? questions, and Casaana blinked in uneasy confusion. So much for her dirty spacer disguise, maybe? Though the Sith probably had no trouble picking her out through the Force, so despite the way other Jedi told her she never dressed appropriately, it probably hadn't helped here. "What? Selling kids aint bringing in the creds like it used to?" She hotly retorted as the haze rose up. "Here," her free hand dug around in her pocket even as Kujo leaned against her grip on his collar, teeth bared. And she tossed the paper cone of roasted candied nuts up at the Sith's face. "I'll give you these nuts to frack off. Unless yer trying ta pick a fight? Then I'll have Kujo rip ya a new one."

It was bluster, she knew it, and this lady probably did too. But did she really want a fight here in public? So close to her slaver pals and the drop-off? And Casaana really didn't want to see the Vornskr she and Braze were supposed to be looking after get hurt, even as he strained against her pull, making those deep bassy rumblings that crossed between a bark and a growl that his species made when threatening a fight. She hadn't been making much sense, talking about a 'quest' and 'today's task,' but whatever she wanted, Casaana was hoping it wasn't the attention the Vornskr was drawing their way. If Braze's nuts got her to just leave, they were a sacrifice Casaana was willing to make.

 
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