Private Terrible Lie

[The Collective]

Terrible Lie

Stars' End Cantina, Mek-Sha | Dion Tenrak, Pantoran Ship Dealer | Caden Evesa
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The night was...stale, to say the least.

Dion stood at the bar, taking another swig from his glass. His client had agreed to meet here in the cantina. Yet at this moment, he was running behind. Not by much, but enough to make the man notice. When you worked in this line of business, you had to make sure that everything was going as planned, because it could turn sour in seconds.

That is exactly why the rest of his crew was on standby. Glacning around, he took a look at three individuals who sat in a corner booth. Each was ready to attack if the signal was given. Other waited at the ship itself, making sure nothing happened. All precautions were going to be taken. And if for some reason it wasn't enough, he knew a few people that owed him favors currently within the shadowport. Lifting up his commlink, the Pantoran signaled one of his guards standing by the ship in question.

"How we looking out there?"

A few seconds passed before a staticky reply came through.

"Nothing out of the ordinary boss. The Vis Inflexio is still under our watch."

Good, he thought. Now it was time to conduct business.

 

[Caden Evesa]

Location: Mek-Sha
With: The Collective
Equipment: Chase Edgewear T-Shirt | Chase Racewear Jacket | Black Pants | Black Boots
Concealed Equipment: Lightsaber | Chase Spymaster​

Months. It had taken months.

Caden had been using different smuggers to make contact. Each had been paid hansomly off the books to ensure that they wouldn't say anything. Caden couldn't risk his dealings being made public, for it would likely ruin his reputation and his career. It wasn't the Jedi way, none of what he was doing was the Jedi way, but Caden was up to breaking a few rules every now and then.

Whilst some may have thought him late, he was actually perfectly on time. He had arrived early actually. He had found a quiet corner of the cantina where he'd sat and enjoyed a Corellian Whiskey. He wasn't being stupid about this, what he was dealing in with boarderline illegal (if not very illegal) and he had no intentions of being caught due to the recklessness of himself or his contact.

Just to be safe, the Jedi had dressed inconspicuously in his generic Chase T-Shirt and Chase Jacket. He had even used a fake name, going by the name of Elias. He figured it better to blend in and he figured Jedi Robes would stand out by a mile. Caden had his lightsaber concealed under his jacket and his watch on his wrist, also concealed under his jacket. Neither were visible to the patreons of the cantina, but Caden knew they were there should anything go wrong.

Another sip of his whiskey followed.

From his booth, he could clearly see the man whom he was intenting to meet. He could also easily infer that said man had multiple guards scattered throughout the cantina itself, especially with the way his eyes kept darting around. The man's use of his comlink confirmed Caden's suspicions about there being guards present, but no-one in the bar answered. That left Caden to assume there were people outside of the cantina as well.

The Jedi cast his eyes into the booth behind him, and offered a few credits to a man behind him. Caden wasn't sure on the species of the man, but he wasn't overly humanoid whatever he was. The instructions that Caden gave were simple, go and inform the contact where Caden was and then use the credits to go and buy himself and his friends a round of drinks.

Caden leant back in his chair, and waited for his contact to approach and meet Elias.

 

[The Collective]

Terrible Lie

Stars' End Cantina, Mek-Sha | Dion Tenrak, Pantoran Ship Dealer | Caden Evesa
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The Pantoran man watched as an alien of unknown origin made his way over to the bar counter. If this was the man he was supposed to meet, then the description that was given must have been from a blind person. Nevertheless, Dion was not here to judge looks. He was here to make credits.

"Hey buddy, you need help within somethin?"

Simply shaking his head no, the alien instead pointed a lengthy finger over towards a booth near the corner of the cantina. The man turned his head in the direction pointed, and it was there that he saw the buyer he was actually after. How had his crew not seen the human? Letting him slip in and have advantage over their meeting was not ideal. Grumbling, he grabbed his glass and made his way over.

His buyer, Elias, looked to be no more than early twenties. The clothes he wore were simply, fitting in to the style of Mek-Sha. Height was obviously an issue for human. Something about him though, it was almost too basic and casual. Shrugging it off, Dion sat down in the booth across from Elias. Offering a jagged-tooth smile, the man started his introduction.

"So, I hear you are in need of a ship?"

 

[Caden Evesa]

Location: Mek-Sha
With: The Collective
Equipment: Chase Edgewear T-Shirt | Chase Racewear Jacket | Black Pants | Black Boots
Concealed Equipment: Lightsaber | Chase Spymaster​

Not even looking up, the man sipped his drink.

The Corellian Whiskey burned on the way down, but a good burn. He'd never been a big drinker, only really coming to appreciate the alcoholic beverages on offer in the galaxy during the last few months. However this time he wasn't drinking it purely for his enjoyment, he was drinking it to assist him with blend in with the locals on Mek-Sha.

"Depends who's asking. I'm in need of a fair few things."

His eyes shifted up, but his head remained down. The man opposite him was blue, and for a moment Caden assumed the man was a Chiss. The eyes didn't add up however, which narrowed down the man to one species. A Pantoran. He knew his contact was a Pantoran, and that meant the man opposite him was the contact he had spent months trying to meet with.

Caden lifted his head and relaxed slightly.

"You don't appear to be a very secure man. I know I'm small, but would you care to explain how I managed to walk in here past all of your guards without a single one of them noticing? Clearly I'm not dealing with a professional like I was led to believe"

A small smile followed.

"Lucky for you, I don't have another three months to wait for another option"

 

[The Collective]

Terrible Lie

Stars' End Cantina, Mek-Sha | Dion Tenrak, Pantoran Ship Dealer | Caden Evesa
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Dion sat there astounded, yet somewhat impressed, by the young man before him.

While it was quite frustrating that he was able to slip past all of his crew in a small place such as this, he had to respect the hustle. The Pantoran listened as the human ridiculed his security. Questions were brought up about his professionalism, which was not surprising. Yet he had seen Elias's tactics before. Come in and try to put the seller on the defensive in hopes to lower the price. Dion had been in the ship dealing business for many years. It would take more than that for the price to drop one credit.

"Listen, if I wanted you to go unnoticed, then you would have slipped in here days ago. Don't think that since none of my guards stopped you that they didn't have an eye on you. But I respect your confidence kid. Takes some balls to come into a deal like this."

Offering a toothy grin, the Pantoran took a drink from his glass before continuing.

"Well the luck is all for you kid. I happen to have just the vessel you're after. Finish off that glass of yours and we can make our way over to it. I will need to see at least some credits though...as per usual."

With a snap of his blue fingers, two guards made their way over to the booth. Once at least some credits were provided to prove that he wasn't going to be screwed over, the duo would then be escorted to the ship. Let's just hope that Elias had not set up anything else that could ruin the deal. Dion hid his concern about the boy slipping through, but he was not sure if any more issues would be good for business.

 

[Caden Evesa]

Location: Mek-Sha
With: The Collective
Equipment: Chase Edgewear T-Shirt | Chase Racewear Jacket | Black Pants | Black Boots
Concealed Equipment: Lightsaber | Chase Spymaster​

Driving the price down wasn't even his goal.

While he wouldn't complain if the man opposite decided to drop the price, his real reason for raising the security risks were to protect himself. He didn't want word getting out and people who knew that he was a Jedi finding out that he was dealing with the black market. Chances are, his reputation wouldn't be very salvagable if it was leaked that he was dealing with who he was dealing with.

"As per usual, huh. What, don't trust me? I'm a businessman, just like you"

"Elias" placed a small bag on the table. It was full of credits that he had managed to pull together from various sources. The young man raised his glass, finishing off his drink in one big mouthful. He briefly regretted necking off half a glass of Corellian Whiskey, but he made sure his face didn't show it. He needed to come across as tough, after all.

"Lead the way, my friend"

The Jedi Knight got to his feet, casting his eyes around the two guards who had approached. He followed the two guards, and his Pantorian host, out towards the spaceport where the ship was docked. Caden was definitely starting to get the feeling that his host didn't trust him. He hoped the credits would buy some of that trust however.

 

[The Collective]

Terrible Lie

Stars' End Cantina, Mek-Sha | Dion Tenrak, Pantoran Ship Dealer | Caden Evesa
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Stretching out a lengthy blue hand, Dion grabbed the bag of credits. He opened it wide, inspecting the contents inside.

"Don't take it to heart kid. I got to protect myself as well."

Closing the small bag, the man tossed it back towards Elias. Finishing off his glass as well, the man placed it back onto the counter. He wiped across his mouth whit the back of his arm. Placing both of his hands onto the table, Dion raised himself up from the seat. Unfortunately, he was not the spry young man he used to be. Age was definitely catching up with him, faster than he would like to admit. Nodding his head towards the doorway, the four of them made their way out of the cantina.

It wasn't a very far walk to the landing pad where the ship sat. The night was starting to quiet down as the partiers and drinkers finally started to get tired. This was the time of night where people like him thrived. Pointed a blue finger towards an unmarked doorway, the group entered in, passing a Zabrak that stood guarding. Inside was a fairly large hangar where the ship sat.

"Here she is: The Vis Inflexio. Very nice piece of machinery if I do say so myself. Been waiting to get her the right owner. Go on, take a look."

Taking a step back, the man let his client get a good look of the ship. He had made quite the journey to acquire this vessel, so the boy better like it. Besides, if he didn't get his credits from this sale, there were always other ways...