Taking the vixen on a business trip - What could go wrong?

[Galaar Fett]

Location: Dressel
Equipment: Beskar’gram, DT-12 Blasters (2), Modified EE-3 Blaster
Post: #1
Tags: [member="Calixte Diantha"]

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Taking care of a clan was a tough deal. There was a constant need for income that seemingly never ended. And for someone that partook in the profession of bounty hunting, credits came on a sparring basis. Of course, when Galaar did secure a payday, it was enough to take care of them for a few weeks easily enough, and there were other warriors that could go out and secure contracts of their own, yet when the credits began to dry up, it was tough times around the monastery. This lead Galaar to try and find somehow, some way, to fully secure the future of the clan to the point where they were no longer living on a practically month to month basis.

It wasn’t like those types of long term contracts came around very often, and when they did, more often than not they led to being in eternal servitude to a hutt, and that was something that the Mandalorian was certainly not willing to do. With the rise of the black sun again on the horizon, plus the hutt’s rather colorful history with the mandalorians, staying as far away from them as possible seemed like the best idea. This, however, left the Mandalorian with very few options in terms of a long term contract that wouldn’t bind him down.

That was, however, until very recently. Galaar had taken multiple contracts from a mysterious supplier, being a group that was less than forthcoming about their name. Yet, Galaar had preformed admirably enough to warrant a meeting in a secure location. It apparently wasn’t something that was offered often, so he was encouraged to come to Dressel as soon as possible, to an abandoned warehouse location. Couldn’t get any more suspicious than that.

Which was why, after spending enough time with her that he felt as though he could trust her with this information, the Mandalorian invited the firey redhead companion that he knew would be able to back him up, Cali. In the back of his mind, he wondered if it was a good idea to drag her along with him to a place he couldn’t verify would be safe in any way. Yet, the only other option was brining along some of the warriors from the clan along. Doing so might result in the strength of the group being dulled significantly if this meeting was to go badly. No, he needed someone outside of the group that he could also trust. Cali fit those parameters perfectly.

Plus, if he had to admit it to himself, he wanted to spend more time with the woman to see what she was made of. They obviously clicked a bit outside of business, but while in it? He couldn’t speak of that just yet. This might be a good chance to see that side of the woman, and Galaar knew she wouldn’t disappoint. All of these thoughts ran through his mind as he stood on the landing pad, awaiting Cali to walk down the ramp of his ship and join him. To his right, a pathway led off to what looked to be a row of abandoned storage warehouses. They were supposed to meet at number six, and soon. Galaar could only hope that they were prepared both physically and mentally for this.

 

[Calixte Diantha]

If she were to be perfectly honest, the last thing that Calixte had expected was to be invited along on some sort of business trip for a clan that she only knew about sparingly. Galaar had told her little things, little details, but nothing that let her know a whole lot about said clan as a whole. Not that she minded of course, that was his family. People he was not only responsible for, but cared for. If roles were reversed, she wouldn't tell him much more than bare minimum right off the bat either. So, the redhead understood and didn't ask a whole lot of questions about them.

Didn't change the fact that she hadn't expected to be asked to attend some serious business venture. Not that she mind obviously, otherwise she would of said no.

As it were, she had agreed with little prompting, and had been along for the ride with only basic questions; like where they were going, and if he knew anything about the people they were meeting other than contractual business things. When they arrived, she had stepped away so that she could get herself ready for whatever was going to come their way. Her armor - though she left her helmet off for now, a pair of her blades, and a blaster, all of which were checked thoroughly before she was ready and made her way off of the ship and down the ramp to the landing pad below.

"You sure you know what you're getting us into?" she teased once she was close enough to him. Didn't matter if he knew what lay ahead of not, Cali was here to help him see it through no matter what happened at this thing.


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[Galaar Fett]

Location: Dressel
Equipment: Beskar’gram, DT-12 Blasters (2), Modified EE-3 Blaster
Post: #2
Tags: [member="Calixte Diantha"]

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The man turned to watch as the other Mandalorian made her way down the ramp to stand next to him, smirking the whole way down. He couldn’t help the small smile that creased at his own lips, her question piercing the silence that he had been standing in before she arrived. That smirk remained on his face as he considered the question, trying to figure out the best way to answer in a way that didn’t betray the fact he honestly didn’t know how confident he was in all this. If anything, he wanted her to be confident in what they were doing, or at least confident enough to stride in there like she owned the place with him.

“Honestly? Not really. I’ve done anonymous contracts for these people before but nothing like….this.” He made a motion to row of warehouses, dropping his hand to his side with a small thump as he began to walk to the meeting location, knowing that Cali would be following closely behind. Taking his helmet from underneath his arm, Galaar began to place it onto his head as he continued to speak. “But that’s why you’re here. I can’t be watching my back the entire time. That’s your job.” Boots crunched the gravel as he walked off the landing platform, heading in the direction of warehouse six.

If Galaar had to think about it, he might have brought even more backup if he could do it over. Cali was enough, probably more than enough, but it could never hurt to have two extra warriors watching their back. Then again, he still didn’t know exactly what they were walking into, so bringing any more people might have been a bad idea. That just spoke to how bad of an idea this all might’ve been in the end.

But looking back at the other Mandalorian gave him confidence, enough so that as they approached the closed doors, his hand reaching out to clench the nob to open it up. “Watch my back, let me do the business stuff to get a solid deal to feed the clan for a few months, and we’ll leave to hit the target.” As he spoke, Galaar began to open the door into the dark warehouse, turning to look forward and mentally prepare himself. Pulling the blaster rifle off his shoulder, he asked a final question to his companion. “Ready to enter the fray with me?”

 

[Calixte Diantha]

There was an overly long moment of quiet from the redhead when she received answer to her inquiry. Galaar had no idea what he was getting them into, which honestly did not instill a lot of confidence in Calixte. It wasn't a lack of confidence in her current business partner, it was a lack of confidence in the situation as a whole. What in the hell were they about to walk into?

"Well," Cali started, and she sighed through her nose between her words. "At least your honest." and she shot him a playful grin before she pulled her helmet onto her head. She adjust it deftly, and then blinked as the HUD came to life before her eyes. "Alright, you lead and I'll follow, and I promise not to stare at your backside." she told him, and even made a gesture with her hands before she began to follow along behind him, as if she hadn't just teased him.

The distance wasn't too far, but the area itself gave Cali an unsettling feeling. Maybe she was just being ridiculous, or paranoid, or both for that matter. Whatever the case, she was at least quick to the draw if something went horribly wrong and they had to adjust their plans. When he spoke up though, her attention shifted back to him and her head nodded. "No worries, I've got your back." she assured him, "And I promise not to get mouthy or flirty with whatever is behind the door." That was purely a tease again, though whether she was trying to lighten the mood for him, or herself was up in the air.

Regardless, "I'm ready." she told him, and her hands hovered in reach of her one blade while the other unholstered her blaster.


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[Galaar Fett]

Location: Dressel
Equipment: Beskar’gram, DT-12 Blasters (2), Modified EE-3 Blaster
Post: #3
Tags: [member="Calixte Diantha"]

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The little extra comment of not having his backside stared at caused Galaar to look over his shoulder momentarily, a single eyebrow raising at the implications of that comment. An eyeroll, small smirk, and a shrug later and the man turned back forward with Cali’s words lingering on the back of his mind. Once this was all over, he needed to make sure the pair could get away somewhere, somewhere quiet away from this business. It would be the least he could do for dragging her into whatever laid beyond this door.

As the door swung open, Galaar began to slowly reach for the blaster on his hip, yet left it in it’s holster. He knew that Cali would be getting her weapons ready, so she could be the first to fire if things became violent. If he was going to be conducting this meeting, it felt right that he showed, at least outwardly, that he trusted the contract giver to not lead them into a trap. At least that was the face he decided to put on. Having Cali at his back gave him enough confidence to slowly began to walk into the darkened building.

A single skylight was the illumination that the room received. That beam of light seemingly directly shooting down to a pedestal in the middle of the room, with some object on it that Galaar couldn’t yet make out. With a slightly smirk and a mocking sigh, he spoke lightly enough that only Cali would be able to hear him. “Well…this would certainly be quite the cliché trap, wouldn’t you say?” without another word, the Mandalorian began to walk forward, toward the pedestal and into the light that illuminated the room.

On the stone pedestal sat a seemingly very normal communicator, with a single green light pulsating on the side every few seconds. The man slowly looked over to his associate, gave her a slightly nod, then reached forward to press the button on the side of the communicator. And as soon as his gloved finger pressed the green light, everything seemingly kicked off with the door behind them slamming shut with an echoing slam throughout the warehouse. This was plenty enough to have Galaar pulling out one of his blaster, aiming it toward the door. A sound coming from the communicator had him swiveling back to aim at the pedestal, seeing that there was a large hutt now being projected from devise.

Huttese began to fill the silent atmosphere, with each sentence being followed by one of those recognizable Hutt laughs that never failed to get on Galaar’s nerves. “Put your guns away, little hunter…there is nobody here but you two.” He looked to the other Mandalorian for just a moment, then back at the hutt, thinking about the suggestion that sounded much more like an order. Galaar slowly began to slide his blaster back into his side holster, motioning subtlety for Cali to do the same while awaiting for the hutt to continue.

 

[Calixte Diantha]

Opening the door to this place was apparently a lot more stressful than Calixte had given the situation credit for. When it opened, and nothing exploded and neither of them were shot? The redhead breathed out a quiet sigh of relief from a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding. From there, she made a vague gesture for Galaar to go inside whether he saw it or not, and then she followed behind him, ready for whatever or whomever they were about to come face to face with for this deal.

Or so she had thought...

The single beam of light illuminating a pedestal and some contraption on it was probably the most ominous thing Cali had ever seen, and that was saying something considering her profession and the friends she had on hand. Her brow creased as she studied the set up, but when Galaar spoke out to her, the redhead couldn't stop the smirk from lining her lips - or lacing her tone for that matter. "If this is some elaborate means of asking me to dinner, color me impressed." Naturally she knew that wasn't the case, but she wouldn't be herself if she didn't fit some flirtatious tease into the situation somewhere.

A tease that was quickly nipped in the bud when her partner moved forward to touch the communicator. Before she could caution against it, it was too late. The door slammed shut and the redhead whipped around, blaster drawn, ready to fill whatever offender appeared full of holes. Yet when nothing came but a voice - for her, she hadn't turned back around yet - she was right back to business and that discomfort about the situation that she had felt at the door.

She had glanced back at Galaar, noted the projection, and half turned herself so that she could watch the door as well as mostly see the projection as well. There was hesitation when she was motioned to put her gun away, and she frowned despite it not being able to be seen. "Are you sure..?" she questioned her partner quietly. Clearly she wasn't convinced that this was not still some elaborate ambush waiting to unfold around them.


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[Galaar Fett]

Location: Dressel
Equipment: Beskar’gram, DT-12 Blasters (2), Modified EE-3 Blaster
Post: #4
Tags: [member="Calixte Diantha"]

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The Hutt in the holoprojector was quite, eying the two Mandalorians, as if he was waiting for something. Galaar continued to wait for a few extra moments, seeing if it would continue without Cali putting her blaster away. It didn’t so he turned his head lightly, again making the motion to holster the blaster away. “No, I’m not. But it seems our contact isn’t too keen on continuing with you having it out. So put it away, or I won’t ask you to dinner later.” He tried to put an emphasis on the humorous bit on the end, but there was a graveness in his words. The Mandalorian didn’t like this at all either. But if this was what it took to please the Hutt, then this is what they would do.

A few tense moments passed before he assumed that Cali would slowly put her blaster away. He waited a few more seconds before the Hutt continued in that telltale tone of those slugs. “Quite jumpy, aren’t we little hunter…” Galaar considered a snark response in retort, but thought better of it, knowing how tight both of the Mandalorians were in the moment. He didn’t need to add to the tension in the moment. “Well, you know how we are. Plus we did believe we were meeting with…someone. Not a hologram. You can understand our jumpiness, I’m sure.” More chuckles from the Hutt filled the room, a sound that Galaar knew that he would soon be coming to hate. It took a seconds for the thing to finally stop it’s chuckling and respond, which, in retrospect, felt like an eternity.

Galaar crossed his arms, the silver armor glinting in the blue light of the holoprojection, awaiting to hear the reason that the meeting had gone this way. The Hutt’s eyes eventually focused on the hunter, chuckle still lightly peppering the slug’s speech. “Well, this is a better way of meeting, in our opinion. We don’t know how much we can…trust you just yet..” Galaar shrugged, interjecting before the ugly thing could continue. “That’s mutual.” The thing grumbled lightly, then began to explain the rest of the situation. “We understand this might not be exactly what you thought…but the offer still stands. We, as the order of the five, would like to contract you to complete a few…objectives for us.”

Now that they were getting to business, Galaar could feel his shoulders relaxing a bit. A reflex reaction, one that he didn’t even realize he was doing until he felt the tension physically beginning to leave his body a bit. This was much more his speed, but the circumstances around all this still left him feeling uneasy. The Mandalorian began to speak, obviously being careful to pick his words carefully. “That was what the offer was for. Though I do have a few questions surrounding all of this, if you would allow me to ask.”

More chuckles, a reaction that Galaar was half expecting, though the words were not what he expected from the slug. “Any questions that you might have…are probably things we will be answering. The information you will need are in the contracts that will be sent to you through middle channels.” A wide, dark grin slowly spread over the ugly features that the Hutt might call a face. “In fact…I doubt you and I will ever speak again. And if we do…then it will not be in such pleasant circumstances.” Galaar could feel his fists clinch tightly, slowly, and his mouth pull into a tight grimace. This definitely wasn’t what he was expecting. He knew this society would be secretive, but not like this.

 

[Calixte Diantha]

"Oh ho, look who has jokes now." the comment about not being taken to dinner had riled the redheaded Mandalorian in the most ornery of ways, but other than her comment? She kept herself tight lipped with anything else. She did however holster her blaster, though she very obviously didn't like doing as such - as was easily indicated by the way her hand hovered ever so slightly at her side. Calixte had a very small circle of people she trusted to begin with, so this entire situation? She could damn near feel her skin crawling.

Every time the hutt laughed, it grate harshly on the redhead's nerves and she wanted nothing more than to lean past her partner and smash the projector with the side of her fist, repeatedly. She never did like dealing with giant slugs, and while she did at least trust Galaar's judgment, the hutts were just not in her wheelhouse. Still, she stood by, frowning beneath her helmet while it couldn't be seen, and she listened as the two conversed.

At one point however, Cali couldn't keep quiet any longer. "Middle parties?" she repeated, and now her hands pressed against her hips and she arched a brow even though it couldn't be seen - though it could probably be heard in her tone. "What's the point in working with people you're not going to have direct contact with?" While such things were of course not unheard of, it wasn't Cali's cup of tea. When she worked with a contract, she would only take it if she knew who it was coming from. And if it was some sort of meeting to be had, she wanted it face to face. So all of this was just ultra bad juju to her.

Still, she made a noise in her throat and shook her head. This wasn't about her after all. So her hands raised in a submissive sort of way. "Never mind, carry on." If this is what Galaar wanted to do, then all she could do was support it and caution him when something didn't sit right.


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[Galaar Fett]

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Location: Dressel
Equipment: Beskar’gram, DT-12 Blasters (2), Modified EE-3 Blaster
Post: #5
Tags: [member="Calixte Diantha"]

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Cali’s words struck a cord deep down in Galaar soul with those words, and when she tried to pull back he couldn’t help but hold up a hand, shaking his head in response. “No…No. She’s right. Why the middle man? Why the secrecy?” His hand slowly began to reach down to his holstered blaster. Everything about this situation was starting to grate on his nerves. The secrecy, the holding back of information, the coddling, everything was doing nothing to alleviate his concerns that he may have led him, and Cali, into something not so good.

The silence in the room was deafening. It was as if the Hutt hadn’t expected the pair of hunters to question to the situation due to the ominous feelings everything else had been putting off. The silence only added to the tension that had been building in his chest since they had entered this room. When the first noise that the hutt made was the grating laugh, Galaar could feel his fist clinching tightly in response.

“Ohohohohoho….little hunter, it is better for you…” His head turned, wide hutt smirk pulling at his lips as he looked to Cali. “your friends..” Then back to Galaar, where he said something that practically pulled the air from the room. “And your clan on Hoylin…that we keep our meetings separate. The middlemen is for our..and your good.”

Galaar was stunned. He physically couldn’t move, or say anything for a few moments. They had found the clan. He didn’t know how, or who these people really were, but they meant businesses. Hand still clenched tightly, the mando was able to force out a response, wanting to be out of this place as soon as possible. “my contact said I would have three targets…I would like to know when I’ll receive them.”

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[Calixte Diantha]

It was never a good thing to hear your informant say that they had valuable information that they could use against you. In this case, it was Galaar's clan, and that caused Calixte to scowl behind her helmet and take a step forward, even though everyone in the room was aware that she could do nothing to a hologram. She would have called the Hutt's bluff, but her partner's reaction told her that it most certainly was anything but a ruse. This collection of slimeballs had something to hold over Galaar's head now, and Cali's by extension.

"Yeah, the sooner we get the information we need and get out of here, the sooner everyone in the room - or semi in the room - gets a whole lot happier." Maybe that wasn't the case for her and her partner, but she wasn't about to let on that this information the Hutt had was as threatening as it clearly was. "So how about we just get whatever it is you brought us here for, so that we can then be on our way, hm?"

The longer they stayed in this warehouse, the more paranoid Calixte began to feel. That, on top of whatever was going on with Galaar's clan, was all the more reason to get the hell out of here as quickly as they possibly could.


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[Galaar Fett]

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Location: Dressel
Equipment: Beskar’gram, DT-12 Blasters (2), Modified EE-3 Blaster
Post: #6
Tags: Calixte Diantha

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“hohohoho..wound up the little hunters are, aren’t they?” The hutt spoke to no one in particular, obviously revealing in the chips that he now held over the man’s head. Hutt’s liked that. Always able to keep you just underneath their slimy tail long enough to get exactly what they wanted from you. This situation was becoming exactly that for the hutt, and everyone in the room knew it. Cali’s words only served to egg him on, but there was a job to get to. “Alright, little hunter, here is your first contact..”

A little whirring sound could be heard before a datapad popped out of the holocomm. Galaar stepped forward, grabbing the datapad and turning it on. Blue light filled the space between the two hunters as a head of a rodian popped up. It’s skin was a deeper green than most of it’s species, and scar cut across It’s right eye. Certianly an interesting looking character. “that, my dear hunters, is Zeevo Ti’cha. He is the contact on Tatooine. There, you will meet him and get the target on the planet.” A little pause, long enough for galaar to look up to the hutt as he spoke for the last time before shutting off. “Remember what we talked about, Fett. Complete these contracts, and you shall be rewarded handsomely. Fail..and your clan will die.”

With that, the blue light of the holo shut off, and the pair were left in the dark once again, only light coming from the semi open door of the warehouse and the blue of the still on holopad. Galaar was fuming, raising the datapad to slam it onto the hard durosteel beneath them. And if he hadn’t been of better mind, he might’ve done it, instead only letting out a dejected sigh as his arm fell to his side.

They knew so much. And this had gone so badly. The only thing he could hope for now was that he could complete these contracts unscathed, and with enough money to fully relocated the clan. They were in too much danger now. His eyes turned to Cali, releasing another dejected sigh as he did so. “I’m..sorry for dragging you into this, vixen.”