Private The Demesel Job

[Ti'sonta]

Mr. Crow.

After careful consideration, you have been selected for this task of utmost importance.
At 3pm yesterday afternoon, my son Mstr. Surish Vekarrenn was kidnapped from his holiday home in Moenia. He was then transported off-world despite all attempts by security to stop the travesty. At 5pm that same day, I received a message from a Mr. Slunquoff Bleenx of the Ionguth Cartel informing me to pay an exorbitant amount of credits if I was to ever see my son again.
This cannot stand.
After their seemingly deliberately sluggish performance yesterday I am no longer assured that my own security team's loyalty lie with me and my household. Thus I turn to you. Your mission is to head to the stronghold of the Ionguth Cartel on Demesel and rescue my son from captivity. You are also to decapitate the leadership of the cartel by ending the life of Mr. Bleenx as a message of all who would dare lay hands upon my son. In return I offer 200,000 credits for the safe return of my son to the Vekarrenn estate as well as confirmation of Mr. Bleenx or his master if any. Upon acceptance of this mission, 100,000 will be sent to your selected account with the remainder to be paid upon successful completion of the mission.
Your reputation informs me that you will not disappoint.

Regards,
Dayali Vekarrenn,
Countess of Naboo

 

[Hava'ssi Crow]

Hava'ssi tore up the letter.

No, it wasn't that he declined the request, but he could not risk anybody tracking him or this Countess of Naboo down. He dropped the note's remains in a puddle and pondered. It was obvious that he couldn't refuse. Hava'ssi looked like a killer, just like his kin, which could be true with how many lives he had ended, but he knew he had a soft spot for enslaved people that were thrown into a society where 'survival of the fittest' reigns. But he knew he could not do this alone. He needed help, but not just someone who could hold a blaster and a few enemies off, he needed someone who could fill in the holes and clean up the spots he couldn't fill or clean. To put it simply, he needed someone a little more...violent? He wasn't sure if that was even the correct word. In any case, he took the offer, and he sent a message back to the countess to confirm it.





He entered the local bar, figuring a little drink couldn't hurt. He glanced around and decided to sit down to a Twi'lek and her droid. Hava'ssi made a quick order and pulled off his mask to drink. The bartender stopped and stared at him for a second before saying,

"Not a bad face for a Kaleesh! Usually your kind is all droop and...how should I say this...just plain ugly!"

Laughs everywhere. But Hava'ssi wasn't paying attention. He was staring at the Twi'lek next to him.

Ti'sonta

 

[Ti'sonta]

It was typical of all spacer bars anywhere dirtside. Dim glowlamps lit patrons of various levels of cleanliness as they went about their business of drinking spirits and talking loudly. Booths lined the walls where spacers sat and talked under their breaths while watching the sabbac game going on in the corner. In a central island was a bartender. A large, beefy man with enough fat to soften the edges of his build, he stood polishing a glass with a rag that seemed to merely move the filth around rather than clean it off. While it wasn't packed, it was loud enough that private talk was easily drowned out to all but the person next to you. And in this kind of place, that wasn't entirely incidental.
In a small, out of the way booth sat a red Twi'lek. She was quietly talking to the four-armed droid opposite her whilst inspecting the glass in front of her. The glass was a flared, bulbous cup on a long stem, and was filled with a midnight blue liquid that seemed to swirl and shimmer in the light of the glow-lamps. A paper parasol was speared into the slice of fruit that hung off the side of the glass, while a straw floated against the rim of the glass.

"Do you even know what you ordered there, Ti'sonta?" The droid asked, his tone weary as he tapped upon the data pad in his hands.
"Nnnnope." The twi'lek replied, taking a tentative sip and humming in approval. "Never do. Besides, I think I deserve a treat after that last job, Shifu."
The droid let out an audible sigh at the memory of what they had to do. "Indeed." he muttered before setting his data pad down. "Speaking of treats..." SH1-FU leaned in and rested his elbows on the table. "I would so much like to visit the Jedi temple here before we leave. It has been centuries since I wandered the halls of Coruscant's Grand Temple, and it would be grand to see how much Naboo has changed things. Besides..." he added conspiratorially, "They could probably help you with your little 'problem', too."

Ti'sonta nearly choked on her drink at this. "G'haak! No, deeeefinitely not!" She swore in a harsh whisper. "I'm not gonna stop you from doing what you want at the temple, but leave me out of it! I'm not risking getting jailed or worse by mingling with the do-gooders! No-offence." She added quickly.
SH1-FU sighed at this. Her paranoia wasn't entirely unfounded, but much has changed since the rise of the empire. "Very well, I will respect your decision. But you should-"
A quick poke with her boot against the droid's steel shin signalled SH1-FU to silence as a Kaleesh walked into the bar. Though this wasn't a Walk, so much as something that could only be described as a Mosey. The pair watched as the Kaleesh strolled over to their booth and simply sat down next to the twi'lek, much to their surprise. He took off his mask, and ignored the joke at his expense as he simply stared at Ti'sonta.

"...Can I help you?" Ti'sonta ventured to the Kaleesh. "Or did you just want to stare?"

 

[Hava'ssi Crow]

He chuckled. "No, I'm not one of those guys who drool over your species."

He turned, completely facing her. "I've seen you.. I don't know your name, but I know your look. I overheard you and your droid talking. Need some credits? I got a job for you."

 

[Ti'sonta]

Ti'sonta and SH1-FU shared a look between each other that spoke volumes before turning to face the potential client.
"That all depends on the job" Ti'sonta answered carefully, casually sitting up straight as she changed mental gears into a professional mindset.
Her smile was well practiced, giving the impression of a quiet confidence that could only come from experience. Her eyes didn't move from his face, but she eased back the dampening she had on the Force just enough to get some sort of read on the Kaleesh without giving anything away.
Bounty hunter, some...good in him? Rather jaded. Can potentially trust to not backstab.

 

[Hava'ssi Crow]

He studied her, his yellow eyes shifting around her face. "The Countess of Naboo sent me a letter requesting assistance regarding her son." He glanced around and moved his chair closer to her. "I'm Hava'ssi Crow. I don't tell many people my name, so don't take it lightly. She must have somehow heard of my escapades, and so she tasked me to bring back her son who was last seen in his holiday home. I'll give more details if you accept. She's already sent me 100,000 credits upon acceptance of her mission. I could pay you half of that sum, but then you must complete the entire job with me in order to receive the rest."

He then leaned back a little, allowing himself to relax. "I understand if you need a day or two to think about it, but we really don't have much time. He could die, and the Countess would have my head...if you get my meaning."

Hava'ssi had finished his piece of information. He turned and finished his drink.

 

[Ti'sonta]

"Charmed. I'm Ti'sonta, and this is Shifu, my copilot." she returned the introduction with her own.
Ti'sonta arched a tattooed eyebrow at the sum of credits that this Hava'ssi Crow mentioned before turning to SH1-FU.
"...Very well..." The droid's shoulders dropped slightly as he nodded in agreement.
Ti'sonta nodded her thanks before turning back to Crow. "Thanks Shifu. Well Mr. Crow, you have yourself a ship. I assure you the Dolly Dagger will not disappoint." She smiled before SH1-FU tapped upon the data pad to bring up the client hiring form. "So! Business. Where has our wayward noble ran off to? We'd like to know some details before we leave so we can prep properly."

 

[Hava'ssi Crow]

Hava'ssi nodded and leaned foward again, his gentle accent revealing itself now that he was relaxed. "He was reported to be taken to the Ionguth Cartel. I'm not sure I've heard of such a place. Anyway, you have my thanks for the Dolly Dagger, but lets see how good this ship really is, yes?"

He slipped on his mask again and looked at Shifu. "If you're coming along, I'm sure if the people asking for ransom would want to scrap you for parts. Maybe it's best if you stay on the ship."

He then stood up. "Shall we go then? Time is of the essence."

 

[Ti'sonta]

Ti'sonta's eyes flashed with alertness when the words 'Ionguth Cartel' were mentioned, the twi'lek feeling something deeply ingrained into her psyche stirr. She took a deep sip of her fantastical cocktail to refocus herself before speaking.
"Right. You'll find the Dolly Dagger at landing port 72B. I'll need to pick up a few things before we leave, so we'll meet back at the ship in say...four hours? Make sure you're fully prepared before we leave, because we'll head straight there."