Spicy Business.

[Aubrey Landcaster]

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Coruscant Lower Levels:

Aubrey scanned the various seedy shops and restaurants of Coruscant's lower levels. He was looking for a particular one, one called The Blue Moon. It almost sounded like a bar name. Of course Aubrey didn't mind, it didn't matter where the rendezvous was, just that they got the info for the job, met up with the other hired hands, and got it done. The merc wasn't nervous, he rarely was anymore, why be nervous. It made no sense. Of course he wasn't afraid of death; but why rush to it?

Aubrey finally noticed The Blue Moon on a street corner. Flanked by two mercs in almost matching attire, Aubrey made his way to the entrance. At the door, a man in a suit stood. "What business do you have here? This is a private restaurant." The bouncer said. Aubrey looked to the other mercs, then to the bouncer.

"We have an appointment with Nala the Hutt. She needed a job done." One of Aubrey's mercs said shortly.The bouncer nodded before opening the door.

The three mercs stepped inside. The restaurant's exterior was just a front. Inside was a lavish interior. Every dining table was set and facing a stage in the center of the room, where Nala the Hutt sat, The restaurant was empty, well omitting the Hutt's hired guns.

Near the Hutt stood another sharply dressed man singing softly.

The three mercs approached the Hutt. "Ah great Nala the Hutt, It appears you need help with a job?"

Nala the Hutt licked her lips. "Haha Yes, before I explain there is one more we are waiting for." The Hutt bellowed in perfect basic.

Aubrey nodded and turned to his two companions. "Relax for a minute. We'll head out soon."

[member="Kat Kenrid"]
[member="Cyran Vaas"]

 

[Kat Kenrid]

Life for Kat had never been easy, and neither was the idea of working for a Hutt. She'd been a slave for too long to ignore the cruelty something like one of those could do. But, she needed money. And if there was one thing Hutt's had plenty of, it was money. She landed her Pursuer-class_enforcement_ship a ways away, and taken a Swoop bike instead, slowing down as she caught a glimpse of the name of the restaurant she was apparently supposed to meet the Hutt at.

She had most of her armor in the swoop bike, preferring to do business face to face, and only wear the armor when necessary or if it was too inconvenient to take it off. She made sure it was well hidden and locked away though. Instead wearing only the flight suit with vambraces, and two cortosis-weave vibro-daggars at her side.

The Falleen walked in, and crossed her arms as she saw Nala the Hutt, also glimpsing [member="Aubrey Landcaster"] and his two friends. Well, she certainly wasn't going to be alone on this job apparently. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. As she walked up it was fairly clear she was short, though perhaps not for a Falleen. As she was almost half a foot below Aubrey, though she refused to show this.

​"I assume you're Nala the Hutt, I'm supposed to have a job with you." she said simply, looking at the creature stone faced. She would have loved to split it open from head to tail, no doubt it had slaves somewhere. But that didn't show, or she would have started to turn red. She'd have to speak with the guys who looked like would be her allies, but she didn't want to do that in front of the Hutt. Not right now at least.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

The gang was back together again. They'd caught wind of a rather lucrative bounty and couldn't pass up the offer. The Hoaz Blokes arrived in the orbit of the completely urban planet via a CR90 Corvette which acted as their mobile base of operations.

Cyran led a splinter group planet side on an old freighter to meet with the one placing the bounty. The location they were to meet them at was an address in the lower levels. When the touched down their group was then split once more as some stayed behind with the ship while Cyran continued with about half a dozen fellow bounty hunters. The address led them to a flashy looking night club. As the group made their way in they saw it was filled with all sorts of exotic dancers from around the galaxy. Cyran even made a joke to his buddies on how whoever was placing the bounty should just pay them with special access for the club instead of credits, which prompted some laughs.

They made their way further in towards the back of the establishment. Getting some glares from employees (or slaves) and customers alike. Which made since as a group of armed and armored individuals walking in just looked like trouble. They they stayed their course and made it to the back. There they met the owner of the establishment, and the one placing the bounty.

The were a Dug by the name of Poglow, who sat in the center of a couch behind a coffee table. He was accompanied by two gorgeous twi'lek women on either side of him. Recognizing the Cyran and his group he clapped his feet/hand things twice, thus dispersing the twi'lek women so they were left alone to discuss business. "You know originally I was gonna leave this job to a friend of mine, but after hearing about some of the work you did on Bespin I reconsidered." Poglow sounded like someone who has smoked a good too many death sticks in his life.

Cyran went in to say something and greet himself but the dug cut him off. "Spare your breath Bounty Hunter, I'm sure whatever questions you have will be answered in this right here." On the coffee table before him was a paper file record. "I know I know, why would I use something as primitive as paper these days? But let me just say that even the best slicer in the galaxy can't hack into a old fashion paper file." He then grabbed it with his feet hand and offered it to Cyran. "My men have run some counter intellagnce on an annoying rival of mine. They wanna kill two birds with one stone, take that, read it over, do your job, and you'll get a more then fair reward. Now, go..." He said, shooing them away with his arm. Presumably so he could get back to whatever he was doing before.

Nodding Cyran turned with his group and headed out of the club to meet up with the rest of his gang back in orbit.

[member="Kat Kenrid"]
[member="Aubrey Landcaster"]

 

[Aubrey Landcaster]

The singer went silent as [member="Kat Kenrid"] walked in. She was a Falleen, a few good inches shorter than Aubrey, the bounty hunter didn’t mind, he was used to working with people of many different shapes and sizes. The woman would be short with the Hutt, Aubrey could easily pick up on the contempt that the woman had for their kind, it was common anyway, the Hutts were notorious criminals known for their slavery. While Aubrey didn’t agree with it, he understood the purpose.

The Hut smiled “Yes, Yes. Simple really. For months there’s been a thorn in my backside, a Dug by the name of Poglow, he’s a wretched little thing with his hands for feet or whatever, he’s been intruding on my spice trades, something I cannot tolerate any longer.” Aubrey smiled from under his ballistic mask. One of his mercs let out a quiet chuckle. “That might be an actual thorn in your ass.” The merc whispered to [member="Kat Kenrid"]. The Hutt continued, not hearing the merc’s remark.

“Now, he owns this club, they call it Poglow’s Palace He’s real full of himself. Now I want you to go there, clear the club out, take all his assets, and end his life. His spices are in the back, in the warehouse, he may have deathsicks and weapons back there too.” She said as she ate some kind of small creature with a wicked crunch. Aubrey cringed, Hutts were so disgusting.

He would look to the Hutt and nod. “What about the staff, and the patrons?” Aubrey asked. The Hutt began laughing.“I don’t give a damn about them, just get the job done.”

Aubrey nodded. “Okay, for a beautiful lady such as yourself it shall be done.” Aubrey said. He signaled for his two mercs to follow him. Then looked to the Falleen. “Come on Mami.” Aubrey said with a grin. He walked out of the restaurant. Waiting to be out of earshot of the bouncer before grunting. “What a disgusting creature.” He looked to [member="Kat Kenrid"]. “I’m Aubrey, this guy to the left of me is Spectre 1 and the guy on the right is Spectre 2.” He grinned. “Okay so from what I see on the documents I got sent, Puglow’s Palace is a few blocks away.” He sighed. “We’re going in pretty blind, what do you think? Enter through the club?” He asked.

Spectre 1 cringed. “Look Bree, that’s be bad, maybe enter through the warehouse?” Spectre 1 suggested. Spectr 2 laughed. “Are you stupid? There’s gonna be heavy opposition in the back, that’s where all the products is.” Spectre 2 said.

“Maybe we attack both at the same time? Split their attention?” Aubrey asked. He looked to Kat. “It’s up to you mami.” Aubrey said.

They had no clue of the re-enforcements that Puglow would call. The head being [member="Cyran Vaas"]

 

[Kat Kenrid]

Kat listened in on the description of the mission, that was important information. It was a rival apparently, and to Kat, that meant he was just as good to get rid of as the Hutt before her. She kept her serious face, but then she had to clasp a hand over her mouth as

“That might be an actual thorn in your ass.” The merc whispered to Kat Kenrid.

, darting a quick glance at them and hiding the somewhat surprised smile. She had had to hide contempt before, but rarely had she ever had to hide amusement. She returned her face back to the Hutt and gripped her face a moment longer before breathing in and then shutting down the expression so she didn't attract much further attention.

She did however furrow her brow and frown as she saw the Hutt consume the creature. She'd seen a lot of filthy creatures in her life, but Hutt's were definitely near the top of that list. She watched Aubrey's quick question, and had to smile again at his "Come on mami." These guys were friendly, that made everything so much more pleasant then just another irritating job for someone who didn't deserve it.

"Not many things worse then a Hutt." She agreed, and listened as they started strategizing. They were cooperative with each other, felt like a good team. She gritted her teeth for a moment getting distracted by her memory of Hayi and the thought of someone she could trust. "Kat, nice to meet you." she said after he'd introduced them all.

A hum came from her as she twisted her hair with a finger in thought as they continued on strategy, and he again called her mami. She had no idea what that meant but it didn't sound like an insult. Gave the idea up to her, "Well...I guess it depends on how well guarded they are. If it's just the four of us I think splitting up only works if we're not gonna be faced with a dozen guards per person, though I guess," she looked at the vambraces on her arm remembering the wrist rockets it could launch, and flamethrower. That might be enough to help distract them, "I've got some wider damage weapons, wrist rockets and a flamethrower really, if I was in through the club and, like you said, split their attention so they think we're coming in from there I could keep them pretty distracted for a little. A flamethrower can cause a lot of an uproar."

She offered, her Swoop bike was just about two meters away and she took three quick steps, flipping over a cover and starting to unlock her armor from it, sitting down on the ground and hooking up pieces of the Beskar'gam, but just setting the helmet to the side for now. She wasn't a mandalorian herself, but the armor came from the closest thing to a good mother or parent figure she'd gotten.

[member="Aubrey Landcaster"]
[member="Cyran Vaas"]

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Up in orbit once more the mobile head quarters of the gang of bounty hunters began making its way planet side as to bring the whole crew in on the mission. Or at least as much as they could. The CR90 would enter in from on of the various holes that make easy for larger ships to enter the underworld. All the while Cyran was holding a quick mission briefing the Hoax Blokes in the formal conference chamber.

"So, based on our new friend Poglow, things don't look too dire. We got a vague idea what to expect even with the detailed report from the file. Apparently a local Hutt by the name of Nala has been getting undermined by his business ventures for a while now, and it has reached a boiling point. Poglow never really cared to deal with the Hutt before but now she's seeking blood, and is supposed to be going on the offensive real soon." Cyran explained.

"Do we know what kind of people we'll be going up against?" A human member of the group asked.

"Not yet, but we should outnumber them by a fair bit. Nala doesn't have the funds to afford as large of a group as ours. Now Despite knowing in advance that she's gonna be attacking his club, Poglow wants the Hutt to make the first move, thus making her look like the aggressor so we can go in with a counter attack and not really look like the bad guys. This is why we're currently not guarding the place."

"Sounds like a risky plan, what if Poglow dies before we can save the day?" Asked a Trandoshan

"We'll continue to capture or eliminate any threats to his establishment. Even though the contract says that we won't get compensated if he is killed, we'll take over the club by force, owning it for ourselves, and if that doesn't work out, we'll just ransack it for everything it's worth. I'm talking credits, spice, slaves, you name it. There's a reason some bounty hunters get paid half up front, so they do stuff like what we might do." Cyran continued.

"Sound fair to me." Said a one of the hunters sitting at the table in the center of the room.

"Man, now I want the dug to die, I wouldn't mind getting me one of, if not both of them Twi'lek twins we saw earlier. Or even better, get the whole damn club." Added another.

"Keep your fingers crossed, maybe it'll happen." A cyborg bounty hunter replied.

As the ship docked at the edge of the in walls of the hole going down into the under city the group armed themselves and got ready for the job.

[member="Kat Kenrid"]
[member="Aubrey Landcaster"]

 

[Aubrey Landcaster]

Aubrey nodded as Kat introduced herself. "A pleasure." Aubrey said. He looked to his two mercs as he listened to Kat's input and idea. Aubrey smiled "An uproar would be exactly what we need." Aubrey said. Spectre 1 nodded as he and Spectre 2 began checking their own equipment. Aubrey smirked. "Okay so the plan is: Spectre 2 and I will be breaking into the club through the warehouse, clearing out all security along the security along the way. Spectre 1, you'll be with Kat. I really think she should have someone watching her back. Spectre 2 and I will be fine in the warehouse, now while you two are up in the club, we'll be clearing the security from the warehouse. As they notice us, they should have the bulk of the security sent our way, hopefully if it pans out you and Spectre 1 will be able to get to Puglow with minimum resistance." Aubrey said. He looked between the other mercenaries. "You lean a lot of this plan on hypothetical movements." Spectre 1 Said. Aubrey sighed. "Well what else do we have? We have to get the job done," Aubrey said as he checked the thermal detonators on his belt. He looked to Kat. "If things happen, I'd rather have everyone be covered, hence splitting up." Aubrey said. He sighed as a looked at Kat's armor. Mandolorian, he laughed. She seemed like the type.

"Look, it doesn't matter if we're running in blind, and on hypotheticals, we still are going to have to get the job done because we all took it. Now lets got going" Spectre 2 spoke up. Aubrey nodded. "Noted, let's move, There's an alleyway a few buildings before the club that splits off to the back of Puglow's Palace. From there, Spectre 2 and I will make our way through the back. Only after [member="Kat Kenrid"] and Spectre 1 start their diversion in the actual club."

Aubrey smiled as he nodded to each of the group Handing a com to Kat. He began making his way to the the alleyway with Spectre 2.

"Stay frosty." Aubrey said over the comm-link.

[member="Cyran Vaas"]

 

[Kat Kenrid]

She listened as Aubrey laid out the plan properly, nodding with a grateful smile at the mention of having someone to watch her back. Made things ever so much easier, especially since her armor was not one of the thicker types but designed for mobility instead. They mentioned hypotheticals but she had to agree, that's kind of what a lot of the job was. Actually that was what a lot of jobs like this were whether you were a bounty hunter, a smuggler, or a bodyguard, they seemed to all stick around the idea of "what if".

She eventually stood up holding her helmet under one arm and pulling out the Beskad which she put the back of her jetpack. And then got handed a comm, she nodded to them all as they went to head out. And in response to the stay frosty Kat added, "Oh don't worry, we're all cool over here." she put the comm down and shut her helmet to hide the amused grin.

She didn't carry a rifle on her, rather she intended mostly to use the suits functions and her daggers and Beskad, she really had to get some newer pistols. Her last ones had gotten destroyed. To be fair, she was never the greatest crack shot. After all her training was short, she'd been a slave most of her life. When they would start heading out and getting to the front fo the club, Kat would speak into the comms quietly, "Alright, we're here, if everyone's in place, we can start heading in and raising a ruckus."

[member="Aubrey Landcaster"]
[member="Cyran Vaas"]