First Reply The Best Crime

[Vex Nedu]

There were few food stalls on Denon as good as the one Vex stood in front of right now. Burgers. Just classic sliders that would melt in your mouth with the juicy goodness. They were by far her favorite on the whole planet, but she didn't just come here for lunch. Not that she wasn't busy chowing down without a seeming care in the world of course. But no, no. Every now and then she glanced to the datapad beside her where an idle game was running. To anyone passing by that's all it was. An incremental game where she gathered up force points to generate materials and power before spending that on more materials or buffs to get it all faster and ultimate not do much.

To her, though, it was her message alerts. When certain powers spiked it let her know when a message came through. Right now she was waiting for the flash of blue as her Force Lightning got a seeming random spike to let her know her contact was on the way. She had quite the job lined up hidden deep in the web. Corpos were playing it big close by. Some not so legal gambling. Which meant some not so able to report their losses saps just waiting to get robbed.

Money was going to flow today.

 

[Oshin Jantu]

Spoiler: Music OOC

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Amid the denizens on Denon, one woman walked, as inconspicuous to everyone as they were oblivious to her profession. She was dressed in black leather, from boots to pants to jacket reaching past her knees, with two sleeves for two arms, and never mind what might hide beneath.

Hungry, thirsty, the lady found her quarry. There were few food stalls on Denon as good as the one that others stood in front of and then some. Burgers. They were by far her favorite on the whole planet, but she didn’t just come here for lunch. She came for the hunt, and medium rare offered little blood.

“Those fresh fries?” She gestured toward a bubbling basket. Her last attempt at them had rewarded her with a cold batch mistaken for hot.

“Yeah,” the cook offered. “O’course they’s fresh.”

“Fair enough.” The woman shrugged. “I’ll take ‘em with my burger. And a coke.” He served her, blowing cigarra smoke. She turned a bottle of ketchup upside down and throttled what was left of it. Patron on her left, patron on her right; a smaller chick, but taller in comparison when it came to her abilities with a datapad.

Oshin, the assassin, set her own pad on the counter, dancing with digits, fingers tapping, sending an instant message with delicate hands. A flash of blue had preceded Oshin’s entrance. A burst of Force Lightning might let her contact know that they were sitting right beside one another, or whatever, however it worked.

She had quite the job lined up. Gambling. Robbing. Assassinating. Coffins and monasteries. Whatever the case, whatever the job, more than one person would get paid, more than one way to rob.

Money was going to flow today.

Vex Nedu