Private The Gig

[Talohn Atar]

It all started after he got wind of some suspicious trandoshan smuggler activity. There were very few races that Talohn felt genuine racism towards. But trandoshans had managed to make that list right beside the mantis people from Huk. The trandoshans weren't slaving, so at first, Talohn had no interest. But then a source sent him a picture of what was being shipped. Talohn nearly stood up in his seat when it pulled up on that holopad. Plain as day, a picture of a trandoshan by a medium sized container, biting a beskar ingot to test it's authenticity. The location these Trandoshans were now docked at? Club Turbo love. Staring at the location his source gave him, Talohn's eye twitched a little. He loathed standing in the general territory of sith that weren't Darth Velox. Placing the Data pad aside. He looks over to his droid companion, who is currently in the passenger seat of the cockpit. "So...Madlad. Change of plans. It seems we're going clubbing."

The droid's single lensed gaze turns to look at Talohn. "I understand that I am not the epitome of moral high ground. But I question the wisdom in doing that with a child ab-" Before the droid finishes, Talohn holds out the holopad. The droid pauses for a moment to scan over the info presented. "......It seems we are going clubbing." The droid confirms. He and Talohn then proceed to share a small high five. The cathar looks back in his ship at the half cathar child currently asleep on the sofa. "What do we do with Monari, actually?" Madlad puts up it's arms in a shrug. "Maybe the dancers would babysit her." Talohn frowns. "I am not sure that's what you'd consider a good influence upon a young mind. Though uh....speaking of dancers...I hear there's a really pretty da-" Madlad cuts Talohn off by bapping him on the shoulder. "Eyes on the prize, cat." The cathar rolls his eyes as they turn the ship about, heading for the ship's current coordinates. "I hear she's a skilled mercenary, could help us." Madlad's head tilts slightly. "I get the feeling you are just trying to get an angle on this so you can flirt. But how would we even pay her anyways?"

Talohn grins. "We can part with some Beskar....probably best if we do. Our ship's not meant to carry too much of that heavy cargo." Madlad is silent, unhappy with the idea of parting with that prescious metal. But it is what it is.

It's a few minutes of hyperspace before the ship finally arrives, allowing them to pull into the port. "Maybe we could manage to sell some of that clone wars gear we picked up..." The Cathar mutters as they pull in to land. By now, Monari has awoken. She peers over Talohn's shoulder through the viewport of the ship, and squints. "This doesn't seem like the sort of place I should be." Talohn nods slowly in agreement before looking to the droid. "Stay here with the kid while I go look around." Madlad scoffs. "You mean flirt." Talohn only responds with a dismissive wave of his hand, and he ruffles monari's hair as he stands up to exit the ship, making his way down the landing ramp.

The cathar makes his way to the main club area. He's easy to spot, since he's the only cathar around in this area of the galaxy, and people have indeed heard of his exploits, which earns him a few looks from those within the club at their tables. Talohn isn't armed fully, but he has his halfway broken lightsaber in his coat, and a Veshet repeater pistol hidden under the sleeve of his longcoat. He did get his mandalorian armor, but it's not best to just walk into a club wearing that. He felt is was kinda rude. Now in the club, Talohn's catlike eyes drift about the room, looking for anything of note.

Mogra'teksa

 

[Mogra'teksa]

user :// "EPIPHANY"
location :// The OPULENCE, ONBOARD THE TURBO L.O.V.E.R
local time :// 2134
objective :// GET LUCKY, BABY
tags: :// Talohn Atar
[energy]

The energy of The Opulence was as wild and thriving as it ever was, even so early into the night. Music pounded from towering speakers in the dark, churning space which was lit only by strobing neons and tiles beneath the feet of the club-goers and dancers. Gold decor glinted in the light with each roving beam of fleeting color, speaking of the excess this establishment encouraged, and the lavishness which had been poured into its conception. Of course, given the mastermind behind such a thing, no one should be surprised. Gold or electrum plated nearly everything from the rails to the tables, and the towering platforms and poles dancers swayed and rolled on. It was not a place accessible to the lower castes of galactic society and given its location in the upper reaches of the modified Star Destroyer, who really could be surprised.

But in the throngs of grinding bodies and the churning sea of gluttonous celebration, who really cared?

Dancers, both male, and female worked on their respective platforms, some even grinding in faintly swaying gold-plated cages suspended above the dance floor from the ceiling. The rookies of the flock, no doubt. One could be seen and admired from up there, but it wasn't often the credits could stack too high. Start there, and gradually, work your way to the floor and even to the main stage- where two dancers currently worked together, moving in seductive, entangling sway to the pounding tempo of the music.

A pink-skinned Zeltron woman clad immodestly in pieces of winding plated gold that barely covered her ground back into a maroon-skinned twi'lek, who was even more extravagantly adorned. Bangles clinked and rattled charms softly around her ankles and lekku, and every time the strobes flashed across the two of them, gold shimmered across their bared skin. An enticing, hypnotic display to say the least.

Of course, 'Epiphany' was having her time on stage, in fact, she was about an hour into her show and already, her credits had stacked up to boggling amounts. It was a busy night, given the increase in military activity and relocation onto The TURBO L.O.V.E.R, for what purpose she did not know, nor did she really care. All she knew is that a number of troopers were going to be on board and they likely would be terribly lonely. Mogra'teksa could smell that opportunity a lightyear away. Lekku whipped back as she rolled her head upon her shoulders and moved her hips, catching rhythm and throwing herself back into the mix.

Golden eyes roved over the crowd, half-open, in idle search for her regular clients. Had they arrived already? Did she see any newbies who looked lost?

Piercing, her eyes locked on the cathar who had only just entered the club, and even with the darkness working to his advantage, the twi'lek could make out the unfamiliar face. He seemed to be looking for someone.

The zeltron Mogra'teksa aided to support in their dance glanced back, seeming to notice the twi'lek's distraction. "What is it, Teksa? Work?" She murmured loud enough to be heard over the ground-shaking pulse of the music.

"I think so, yeah. I'm not too sure though. I'll let you know if I'm going to break off." Mogra'teksa answered, still peering at the cathar through the strobing lights and throngs of moving bodies.

 

[Talohn Atar]

He certainly matched the description of the cathar who supposedly fought a sith. Orange eyes, light grey fur, with dark grey splotches, and black stripes framing that face, which could be considered roguishly charming in a way. Really it depends on how much one is willing to tolerate fur, and if long fangs in a smile could be considered charming.

Cathar, as it is known, have stronger senses than the average folk. Average light is fine, but those eyes are twice as sensitive to bright flashing lights, and to him, the smell of perfume was so sickeningly sweet that the inside of his nose was practically burning alive. The pounding of the rhythmic music pounded his ears like a fist on glass. Loud thumps with a hint of ringing. The only thing he found enjoyable in these sorts of lavish clubs were the dancers. But that sort of thing is hard to ignore. The cathar is definitely looking for someone, for what reason is unknown, but he periodically pulls out his datapad to look at a picture of some sort. If mogra is observing closely, she may be able to make out the picture of a trandoshan. Perhaps he's on a bounty hunt? Maybe he'd be willing to share the credits if she sends info about trandoshans wandering about the club his way. Either way, it's obvious the opportunity to make money is present as the stars.

While looking about, the cathar pauses, stopping to take in the view of the dancers. It couldn't hurt after all! The beauty is there, why not take it in? Talohn, perceptive as ever with his strong eyesight, is actually able to notice he's being focused on. Red Twi'lek, his one damn weakness. Every time. Twi'leks in general were his weakness. But something about the lethans drove him crazy. He shakes his head slightly, remembering Madlad's words. 'Eyes on the prize, Cat.' With his focus now recovered, he did make sure to do one thing. He could tell the twi'lek was focusing on him, but he wasn't sure why a dancer would do that in the first place. So he makes eye contact with the lethan momentarily with those equally piercing orange eyes, raising a brow, before moving on with his search. One could mistake him for a sith with that eye color. It never hurts to make sure that those watching you know they are being watched in return. It keeps one's ribs and credits safe, and in a club like this? Both could possibly be in danger.

It was obvious the cathar was looking for something, and whatever it was could have good credits involved.

Mogra'teksa

 

[Mogra'teksa]

user :// 'EPIPHANY'
location :// THE OPULENCE, ONBOARD THE TURBO L.O.V.E.R
local time :// 2155
objective :// INQUIRY
tags: :// Talohn Atar
[insatiable]

"Myla, I'll be right back." The lethan murmured into the zeltron's ear as she drew herself away and turned, slinking out of sight and behind the black velvet curtains shielding backstage from the public eye. Bare feet padded against the polished floor quickly, each step sending a cascading melody of twinkling chimes in her wake as she moved. A quick turn about pushed her shoulder into the hidden door and Mogra'teksa stepped out onto the main dancefloor, reaching dainty hands back over her shoulders to draw her lekku protectively over her shoulders and to rest over her chest, sparing them the touch of the crowd she aimed to cut through.

One moment, The Sidewinder was on the stage.

Then she was at the edge of the crowd.

And then--

"You look lost, hunter." Her voice spilled between plush lips as liquid gold despite the effort she poured into making herself heard over the pounding music. She was right behind him. "Is there something I can help you find?" The twi'lek placed a hand on a bare hip and canted her head at the man, painted lips curling in a sly, pearly smile, "or maybe someone?"

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[Talohn Atar]

Talohn's fur ends up standing up on end as she speaks to him. It's cute, how the fur poofs up. Cuter than he likes appearing for certain. Taking a moment to smooth down the hair on his head and his cheeks. Basically the fur on his face needed to be smoothed down. The fur isn't super long or lengthy like a wookie. Cathar fur is super short, and just thick enough to create a coat. He turns about, looking a bit embarrassed. He already knew who found him, he could feel it in his bones. Having turned all the way around, the cathar raises a claw tipped hand, a grin appearing on his face as he speaks. "Oh...uh...how goes it?" He chuckles nervously. His eyes then flash with recognition, and he points at her. "Actually, you're just the help I need." As much as it bothers him to be near his very weakness, she could be helpful. "You're Mogra'Teksa, they're right. Your eyes do peer through the soul." Such is the way of cathar culture, scary things like that are considered beautiful in the way they intimidate. Specifically eyes, cathar like eyes.

Talohn looks around, and gestures her closer. "I'd really rather anyone else not see this. Could get us some unwanted attention. But...you help me find and handle these folk....and you'll get quite the payout....just not in credits." Once she's close enough for him to show off the image without danger of someone else spotting it, the cathar pulls out his datapad, the image still pulled up. Clear as day, she would see the trandoshan with it's crate of beskar, and the beskar ingot it's biting. "I hope a cut of that will be enough to acquire your services....Your combat services that is. Not that your other services aren't desirable as well, it's just that it isn't the focus of the curr-" He stops, taking a deep breath, pinching his brow. "I'm going to shut up now...." Poor kitty. He's bad at words.

Mogra'teksa

 

[Mogra'teksa]

user :// 'EPIPHANY'
location :// THE OPULENCE, ONBOARD THE TURBO L.O.V.E.R
local time :// 2200
objective :// GET THAT MONEY, GIRL
tags: :// Talohn Atar
[greed]

"The one and only, darling." The twi'lek could only chuckle as he drew her aside, despite the skepticism which welled in her mind, and she nodded her head slowly in acknowledgment to his greater meaning as he explained his purpose to her, "You need a partner for this job. Right." Her golden eyes, which were lined with metallic gold makeup to compliment her garb, flashed back to him and she studied him curiously for a silent moment.

"Aren't you the fella with the crazy droid? Can't it help you with this?" Lean arms folded over her bust, and her head tipped to the left. "You two apprehended a Sith Lord by yourselves, didn't you? Surely a couple of big mean trandoshans should be no problem for you... unless of course, you intend to use me like a bullet sponge, in which case- good hunter- I regret to inform you I don't work well as a shield."

Mogra'teksa snickered playfully as she tucked her chin and looked up at him, fluttering her long, silky lashes in a terribly disarming sort of way. "How about you buy me a drink and we'll talk business, hm?"

 

[Talohn Atar]

He internally tells himself that he should have expected to run into the most infamous person within the establishment. He seemed to be a magnet for this sort of madness after all. "Indeed I do need a partner. Mostly to help find them. Unlike me..." He gestures around. "You know the lay of the land, and I do not. This place is massive, and hunting alone without someone who knows this place? I'll miss my chance, and thus miss my pay, or I should say our pay if you decide to help me out." He grins.

Then she brings up Madlad, and the cathar sighs, shaking his head. "Madlad is babysitting. There....isn't exactly a friendly place to leave a kid alone on this ship. Bringing the kid with me in here would be in poor taste." Hm, there's no mention of Talohn Atar having a kid. "So Madlad won't be able to join me, unless you have anyone that would want to babysit. Hell. I'll pay you to babysit, but that just feels insulting and also doesn't seem to be your pace. Also, the only reason we got that sith to stand down is because Madlad did the bluff of the century with a void-7 seismic charge." His eye twitches a bit. "At least I hope it was a bluff." That that droid definitely has a few glitches. It's certainly unsettling, hearing about a droid that has enough intelligence to formulate lies.

"You? A bullet sponge? Hell no. Beauty like that? I wouldn't allow a scratch. Though, if you're as good as they say, scratches won't be something to worry about in the first place." He's definitely genuine in that statement. "I'm not going to betray the trust of a partner by leaving them to die in a fight. Such is a cowardly thing to do, not befitting of a mandalorian or catharese warrior." He says this with a certain passion. He definitely has an honor code to uphold. That puts him above half the mercs in the galaxy at least. Then she flutters her eyes at him, requesting a drink while they talk business. He takes a deep breath. This is how they get you, but hell, talking to a red beauty can't hurt, so he decides to oblige. He begins his way over to the counter, gesturing for her to follow. "So, Goldie. What are you havin?"

He mentioned being mandalorian, but the armor is not in sight. Likely left elsewhere to not draw attention in the club. For now, he was dressed in a leather vest, with a white shirt, black leather pants, and brown leather boots. A simple smuggler aesthetic look that he pulls off damn well, he he says so himself.

Mogra'teksa

 

[Mogra'teksa]

user :// 'EPIPHANY'
location :// THE OPULENCE, ONBOARD THE TURBO L.O.V.E.R
local time :// 2205
objective :// GET THAT MONEY, GIRL
tags: :// Talohn Atar
[greed]

Teksa snickered in playful chord to his answer and flattery both, as she of all people knew the value of such things- especially here. "Midori Sour for me, if you don't mind too much!" She raised her voice slightly as they made their way through the grinding throng of people and towards the extravagant bar poised in the far corner.

Bottles, flasks, and pitchers of nearly every color with every language penned across their labels glinted and flashed in the strobing lights, catching the eye nearly as well as the lethan's golden banded costume. Of course, once she had escorted him that far, she reached to place a gentle, dainty hand on his arm with the hopes to garner his attention despite the slight shift in their surroundings. "I'm going to go get dressed, this is hardly appropriate for business talk!" She turned as if to leave him there, and once her back was offered in his direction, a wicked deviousness overcame her, stimulating a devilish smirk to blossom across her features. "Unless you would prefer I stay on the clock while we chat, but if we do that, you're going to have to pay my rate."

The twi'lek glanced back at him over a slender shoulder, expecting an answer.

 

[Talohn Atar]

He hears her call her order from over the sound of the pumping music, god did it make his head ache. The twi'lek would notice a funny little moment where he bumps into someone on the way to the bar, and proceeds to instantly grab their wrist. Now having done that, he takes the wallet that seems to be in their hand, keeping intimidating eye contact all the while. With his wallet back, Talohn Finally arrives at the counter. "A midori sour for the beauty here....I'll take a catharese peach screwdriver if you guys have it." Maybe a fancy place like this just might.

Then he feels her hand on his arm, and he looks over at her. "Fair enough. I'll wait here, or if you want to talk outside the club, that's alright too. I could use getting away from all the noises and smells. I can name the perfumes of the nearest twenty people, it's giving me a headache." Ah, Cathar have a heightened sense of smell and hearing, makes sense that a big club like this might be a bit painful.

Then she hits him with that last statement, looking at him over her shoulder with those piercing golden eyes. In the past, he would have taken her up on the offer. Now? hell, he's still tempted now. It's obvious he's tempted by his silence while trying to make a choice. Letting out a deep sigh, the cathar finally speaks with a shake of his head. "Sorry to disappoint, Mogra. I have a kid these days....and while I make decent money as a merc, I...can't be wasting money when I gotta save every bit I have to put food on the table. Plus I promised to get her some sorta computer or another, and I'm happy to endorse a kid learning how to slice." He does give her a wink before adding. "Nice try though."

Mogra'teksa

 

[Mogra'teksa]

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user :// 'EPIPHANY'
location :// THE OPULENCE, ONBOARD THE TURBO L.O.V.E.R
local time :// 2208
objective :// CHANGE ATTIRE, CHANGE THE WORLD
tags: :// Talohn Atar
[ bait ]

The barkeep narrowed suspicious eyes at the unfamiliar cathar, then glanced to Teksa, who offered the most subtle nod she could manage. It was alright, and if he didn't pay, the club could slap the charges onto her tab.

Yet as he spoke up her attention shifted back to him and she chuckled as he gave her the answer she had entirely expected of him, though she found it just as entertaining all the same. "I was only teasing you anyway! Meet me out front in like ten minutes! This ship has a few nice spots we could chat, and I'll take you to one of the better ones!" And with that, the lethan slipped right back into the surging tide of club-goers, graceful stride carrying her jingling steps towards the hidden door she had utilized earlier.

And she was gone.

Inside the dressing rooms, Teksa was already unclasping and unwrapping the heavy pieces of golden adornment from her frame, stripping them away as she hurried to her small changing room in the back left of the lavish corridor. A hummed sigh slid betwixt her dark lips with the adjustment her mind was already doing to accommodate for the lack of rib-rattling music back here. This corridor and all of these offices and rooms were soundproof to ensure business negotiations could go undisturbed by the pulsing pound of the dancefloor. Sometimes, it was a welcome change of pace, even if the shift was so sudden and bizarre.

By the time she had slipped into her personal room, she was already down to bare skin.

"Teksa, where are you going?" A feminine voice called from the doorway, making the lethan nearly jump out of her skin.

"AGH! MOX! Don't-" Mogra'teksa jolted around, lekku writhing, clutching her chest with both hands, "Fragging hell you scared me! Stop sneaking around!" Her golden eyes unplated themselves and she released her gasped breath before slowly lowering both hands before her chest in some attempt to soothe her rushing heart. "Sheesh. Not cool. And I'm going to talk merc business with some cathar Mandalorian."

The woman canted her head with the fold of her arms and the casual lean against the open door. "There's a Mando in the club?"

"Yeah, I know. Pretty weird, right? He's not all-" What was the word she was looking for? She couldn't readily find it, so both hands gestured in flicking sway instead, "Tin can. Yeah. Armored." Quickly, she resumed pulling up her trousers and wriggling feet into her boots.

"Even still, we don't get Mandos in The Opulence. What sort of merc business does he want, and how many of your vacation days do I need to take?" Used to Teksa's tendency to run off for a week at a time, Mox already knew what to expect.

"I dunno, honestly. Something about trandoshans. I'll get in touch when I have the details okay?" The twi'lek pulled on her cropped coat and promptly shut her wardrobe. A curt sigh came then, knowing full well what the hanging silence of the woman meant, "It won't be like last time, I promise."

Mox scoffed, pushing off the door to vanish into the hall for a moment. "Yeah-" the woman called loudly enough for the twi'lek to hear from the other room, "-worried me for three days that ya'd gotten spaced!"

Teksa could only scoff and shake her head to that. "I was busy!" Quick hands shoved her spare clothes, makeup, and necessities into the duffel bag opened on her vanity.

The blonde powerhouse of a woman swung right back through the door, puckering her lips in a playful gesture towards the twi'lek; held before her in offering was the dancer's gun belt with blasters already strapped snugly into the holsters. "Too busy for little ol' me, I know." She tossed the gunbelt towards the dancer.

"Awh c'mon you kno-"

"I'm just teasing ya, kiddo. Don't forget to at least holo me this time, okay? Let me know where you're going so I know where to look if ya don't come back." Gentle hands curled around the outsides of the twi'lek's biceps and she squeezed affectionately, "And look out for yourself. I know ya ain't stupid, but... some Mandos are."

Buckles cracked and rattled softly against themselves with the tightening of straps around her thighs and hips, securing the drop-leg holsters into proper place, though Teksa paused in this to glance at the woman briefly. Some touched expression crossed her softened face, revealed further by the momentary glisten in her eyes. "Oh shut up, you're gonna make me cry. And I will, I will. I promise."

"Good. Now go knock 'em dead."

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user :// MOGRA'TEKSA
location :// OUTSIDE OF THE OPULENCE, ONBOARD THE TURBO L.O.V.E.R
local time :// 2220
objective :// INFORMATION
[ attire ]

Minutes dragged on and finally, out of the side door of The Opulence, the gunslinger trekked with her duffel bag slung over one shoulder. She glanced around the durasteel walkway, searching for the Mandalorian. Was he already out here somewhere? Had she missed him? Did he run off? Ugh, how she hated wastes of her time.

Golden eyes panned still, searching for him.

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[Talohn Atar]

After she disappeared, having teased him and left his cheeks a color of red, not that it could be seen under that layer of fur, the cathar gives a shake of his head, chuckling slightly. What a girl. The cathar decides to occupy himself for the next ten minutes, drink in his hands as his eyes scan about the club, looking for any sign of his prey. Those sensitive eyes were stinging from all the colors and flashy lights, but he had to make due. There were a few trandoshans around naturally, but none had the distinct coloring he was looking for. They could perhaps be part of the same crew? Best not to make assumptions and start interrogating in a place like this. He couldn't show anyone the picture of the trandoshan cause it had beskar in it as well. Last thing he wants is extra competition to get to his own prey. With a deep sigh, he picks up his drink once it arrives, and downs it in one gulp since time is of the essence. He proceeds to break out into a coughing fit. He was about to stand out and head outside when his holopad began ringing. Taking it from his coat pocket, he looks at the screen, and sighs deeply at the name assigned to the frequency. He had to take this.

At first, to the twi'lek, his location would not be obvious. Then that familiar catharese accented voice echoes from down the hall, had to be him, in an argument of some sort from the looks of it. If she peeks around the corner, she'll see the very same cathar she met in the bar, in some sort of argument over the holopad. The one on the other end sounds terrifying, like a mechanical demon from the pits of hell. Dark and deep, yet strangely sophisticated and intelligent.

"Talohn. I am not a babysitting unit, I am a combat unit. I am meant for combat. I am meant to rip and tear until it is done." Talohn pinches his brow, letting out a slow hiss. "I understand that, being the one who created you. But we do not have anyone willing to watch a random child. Not that I would trust a stranger to watch her anyways." The droid counters with an irritated grunt, "The ship has security, we could very easily-" Talohn puts up a finger, cutting off that statement. "We are NOT leaving a child alone on a ship right next to a nightclub. If I lost that kid, I wouldn't be able to live with my-" It's then that Talohn would notice his business partner. "Seems I've gotta go." The droid's voice roars through the holopad. "IF YOU DISCONNECT, I WILL-" Thus, with the press of a button, the droid was gone. With that done, Talohn chuckles nervously, and holds out the midori sour that was in his other free hand. "Saved this for ya." How sweet. "You....don't by chance know anyone willing to babysit that is trustworthy, do you? I'm willing to pay. It would save me from being subject to a lot of passive aggression in the future as well. Especially since I still have to get gear from my ship....Which would take longer than ten minutes, and It's rude to keep people waiting and I like to-" He waves his hands dismissively, looking suddenly embarassed. "Sorry, talking too much again. I'll give you more info on the job once we're someplace discreet."

Mogra'teksa

 

[Mogra'teksa]

user :// MOGRA'TEKSA
location :// OUTSIDE OF THE OPULENCE, ONBOARD THE TURBO L.O.V.E.R
objective :// DISCRETION
secondary objective :// QUERY_BABY_SITTER
tags: :// Talohn Atar
[ iron ]

The twi'lek took the drink from the man and pinched the straw between a thumb and forefinger, feeding the opening between her lips to slurp away. "Mm-" She nodded as she pivoted around to face the roaming streams of people moving along the strip. Clubs, bars, and pleasure dens alike spilled thumping music and flashing neons out onto the durasteel street, enticing the doubtlessly wealthy patrons of the reclassed Star Destroyer for a good time. "Actually," her lips smacked together with the fruity tang of her drink, "The club manager, Mox. She's a really badass lady. Real motherly too, mhm." Mogra'teksa slipped a hand back to gently catch a lek and brought it around, curling it over her slender neck out of habit.

Another sip came from her drink... and she nearly choked on it as realization struck her.

"Wait, you brought a kid onboard the TURBO L.O.V.E.R?" Golden eyes narrowed at him and her painted lips parted in partial disbelief, "You know there was like a terrorist attack on board a few weeks ago, right? Mother of Moons..." She stepped off, moving through the trickling crowd of people, shaking her head and muttering to herself in her native tongue as she went. A sigh proceeded her next Basic words, "There is a fountain dedicated to the Lord of Opulence himself just down around the corner by the square and a nice little roost there I found some odd months ago. We'll talk there."

And she went right back to slurping her cocktail, hips pivoting and twisting to guide lithe motions of weaving and dodging around the more stubborn denizens populating the night.

 

[Talohn Atar]

He takes in her words about the club manager. Of course, that would mean bringing the kid into the club. He wasn't sure that was the best of ideas. He liked Monari safe, on the ship, out of harms way. When she looks at him as if he's idiotic for bringing the kid here, the cathar sighs. "Haven't let her leave the ship. Also, I hadn't heard about the terrorist attack." He puts his hands on his head. "This is getting more stressful by the minute." He comes across as a caring dad to be certain, but also someone who is very new at being the part. "I should have left her at the enclave, but she looks so sad when I do...." the cathar baps himself on the side of the head before moving to follow the Twi'lek. "I should've....Ugh...I'm..new to this parenting thing. Kid stuck to me like glue after her parents...well. They had a foul run in with the sith I fought." Then she disappears into the crowd. "And....you likely don't care..." He chuckles nervously. It wasn't a passive aggressive statement, she wasn't obligated to care. They were here to do business, not talk about his life problems.

He makes his way through the crowd after her, waving through the people easily. Once they arrive at the location, he steps up beside the twi'lek, and waits for her to point out this little roost of hers. He's looking around at the moment, wondering if it's a roost in the literal sense and that they will have to do some climbing. He enjoys climbing, so it wouldn't be a pain.

Mogra'teksa

 

[Mogra'teksa]

user :// MOGRA'TEKSA
location :// SQUARE OF RESPLENDENCE, ONBOARD THE TURBO L.O.V.E.R
objective :// DISCRETION
secondary objective :// QUERY_BABY_SITTER
tags: :// Talohn Atar
[ night life ]

The twi'lek hummed and bopped along as she moved, navigating through the swaths of people in stride towards the towering, luminous statue of Avernus in the center of the gold-tiled square. A haughty testament to wealth, lavishness, and radiance sculpted meticulously out of aurodium to stand proudly over the square, which was ironically modest in its decorum. The statue depicted the Lord of Passion poised with his chin raised, eyes closed, and arms outstretched to either side as if to present the fruits of his totally moral and legal, legitimate efforts. A testament to success and arrogance both. It was massive, nearly thirty standard feet tall, and rose up on a pedestal with embellished plaque to explain its purpose. Of course, closer inspection revealed the Basic text to simply read: "Because I could."

Countless times had Mogra'teksa gazed on the statue and every single time it had made her laugh. She had only ever interacted with the Lord of Passion in passing but the impression he had made was strong enough for her to get a chuckle out of the impulse thought behind the statue. The square was surprisingly vacant, with most of the nightlife clustered and focused on filling the clubs and various bars lining the path back around the corner, and it was on one of the polished, golden benches nestled at the base of the Lord's pedestal that she finally settled herself down. The soft thud of her duffel bag echoed from beside her feet and one raised, resting on the opposite knee. At this point, she had finished her drink, idly holding onto the glass as she awaited Talohn to catch up with her.

Once he had, she patted the space right beside her. "Sit, sit. Tell me about this job."

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn gazes upon the statue before him as well, his response? Not too impressed. He was born in the sith empire, sure, but he has the same attitude towards most sith that the commoners have towards alderanian nobility, It's then that he comes upon the inscription, and scoffs. "Yea, that probably took long to think up." It's then that the cathar's attention is caught by her speaking once again, patting beside herself for him to take a seat. He hurries on over to sit down beside her, pulling out the holopad with the picture pulled up to once again show her. "Hold this for a minute. I'll wager you recognize what I'm after in this picture, and what it could mean for your payment." He grins.

"You see, I'm a mando, but you know that already. If you don't know what they Trandoshan is holding, it's something very important to my clan. Beskar. The basics of this job are to retrieve it, unharmed, so that I may take it to the enclave. Technically, I'm not supposed to hand this stuff to non clan members, but." he chuckles, leaning back in his seat. "I like to pay those that help me out well, it's the honorable thing to do, and I'd hope someone would do the same for me. So....." He gestures to her. "Since I'm also a fool that can't refuse a pretty face. You help me out with this? And I suppose some beskar could end up 'lost' in the skirmish because I wasn't careful enough. How's that sound?" He asks, arching a brow. "They have a relatively big ship docked somewhere aboard this place. So, you help me find it. and help me get the property of my people back, and some of my people's property will become your property. Not to mention I'll give you directions to a place that can actually turn that property into whatever you want it to be." He offers her his hand to shake. "How's that for a deal?"

Mogra'teksa

 

[Mogra'teksa]

user :// MOGRA'TEKSA
location :// SQUARE OF RESPLENDENCE, ONBOARD THE TURBO L.O.V.E.R
objective :// D0LLAR_$IGN$
secondary objective :// QUERY_BABY_SITTER
tags: :// Talohn Atar
[ night life ]

Mogra'teksa pursed her lips to his proposition as he unveiled it to her, nodding as he spoke, and she fixed golden pools on the holopad. "Uh huh..." her hum trailed. Beskar as payment? What was she do to with that? Over her gold-lined eyes brows knit together, creasing the maroon features of her face slightly in thought. She could sell it, couldn't she? Credits were far more-- wait wait, Teksa- she chided herself silently- ask questions.

"And just how big is this shipment, exactly?" Reluctantly drifting from its twin, her left brow cocked upwards, in question. "Because... I don't typically work for anything but creds, but if my cut is decent enough to forge a pair of arm guards from it, well," Her wrist flicked idly, offering him the holopad back, "I'd be more inclined to accept."

Bargaining?

One never made it very far in the cutthroat world without the skill, of course.

Now the twi'lek just had to hope her charisma was enough to carry her through.

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn nods, finding her questions reasonable. He'd want to know the same if it were him. "Allow me to explain. These beskar ingots are imperial, likely stolen from mandalorians in the first place. The standard imperial beskar ingot is about...." He takes a moment to ponder. "Six inches long, four inches wide, and an inch thick." He states, gesturing those exact measurements with his hands. "And judging by the kind of crate....it holds up to three rows of twenty." He states, pointing to the crate in the holopad image. "Let me uh....." He begins tapping about on the holopad, doing some form of calculation in a math app before looking to her once again. "Out of the three rows of twenty, I can give you.... He was going to say ten, but because he's a weak fool, he instead decides on another number. "Twelve. Twelve ingots. Now the thing about beskar is it's density.....By my calculations, 4 should make some really resistant armbands. 8....That's enough to make a light chestpiece, or a few other assorted accessories. I'd never give someone something like beskar and not give enough to craft anything. That's just boring."

He seems genuine in that regard. He is known for his honesty in the mercenary world, course that's why people find him so strange. An honest mercenary, with a droid filled with a madness beyond rival. Either way, it seems he never planned to cheat her out of any beskar in the first place. Could be that he's honest, or that she's charming. Maybe a bit of both. "So. the plan is that we find where they're hiding out on the ship, then I head back to my ship and suit up. I haven't done that yet because trandoshans with beskar seeing a mnadalorian here? They'd hightail it to the next sector." He's got a point. "So, we go to my ship after finding the trandoshans, and you can borrow some of my weapons if you want. Recently bought some good stuff. We'll be sneaking aboard a ship, so something close range like a slugthrower would do you some good."

Mogra'teksa

 

[Mogra'teksa]

user :// MOGRA'TEKSA
location :// SQUARE OF RESPLENDENCE, ONBOARD THE TURBO L.O.V.E.R
objective :// D0LLAR_$IGN$
tags: :// Talohn Atar
[ night life ]

Teksa broke down the information one bite at a time, digesting and categorizing it all appropriately.

"After we solve your baby-sitting conundrum, of course, right?" Mogra'teksa snickered, flashing that pearly smile of hers, "I'm telling you, Mox is the best choice you have. She doesn't have to go through the club, she can come in through Mox's office door directly. She'd take good care of her, I promise- she's the most motherly person I've ever met, and would definitely keep her safe in case something else crazy happens." What the gunslinger didn't mention, of course, was the fact that entrusting Mox with another person meant the woman would get off of her back and pour focus elsewhere. It was a real win-win situation.

"I can find 'em, don't worry about that. All of the dancers on the ship, we're in a HoloChat. If these trandoshans have even stuck their heads into any of the clubs- which, why wouldn't you uhm hello?- someone will have seen something. Getting a more firm lead is a good starting point AND I don't have to divulge details about why I'm asking, I can just say I heard a rumor. Easy." Already, Mogra'teksa had her AvPhone™ Plus in her hand, and was pounding away at the keys on screen with a thumb to do as she had spoken.


"Hm..." Beskar armguards sounded like a treat, but adding even more on top of it? That was an enticing offer. Anything that could help her not die a horrific death at the hands of some crazy lightsaber slinging maniac was ideal. The twi'lek nodded slowly, understanding so far. Of course, she had questions still and was not shy about asking them. "We're to steal stolen goods to return back to your clan?" Golden eyes narrowed in a bit of suspicion, "Who gave you this assignment, exactly? I'm confused, and I'm not trying to make enemies of The Sith Empire OR the New Imperial Order- especially since we ARE technically on-board an NIO ship." A hand raised to gesture around them.

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn takes in her words about this woman, Nox. It was the best bet he had. "Alright, long as she doesn't go through the club..." He agrees. "So we find the location of the ship, then we head back to my ship, arm ourselves, then take Monari to Nox. Then we go kick some trandoshan ass. Sound like a plan?" He raises a brow. He watches her type away. "Sounds like a heavenly group chat....." He then baps himself on the head. "Bad joke Talohn...bad fuckin joke..." Then she moves on to more questions. It's perfectly reasonable to want to avoid pissing off the sith empire, or the NIO.

"This assignment? I didn't have any superior officer give me this assignment. I'm from a bunch called the enclave. We're a group of mandalorians separate from the sons of mandalore and all that. We focus more on mercenary work and reclaiming the sacred property of our people, I myself haven't been with them for long. Joined up recently into clan verd. It's a good gig. Steady merc work, access to beskar...and a family to watch over the kid should I....you know." He shrugs. "It was a good deal for me. Anyways, you are correct that we usually end up stealing our beskar back from the sith empire. But it seems in this case, those trandoshans beat us to it. And considering they're on a new order ship, and haven't been attacked yet, I'll wager they've had it long enough that the empire decided to let it go. Which basically means no one important will be on our backs if we decided to take it ourselves. So the long and short of it is that no one gave me this assignment, but I caught wind of it and considering it's beskar that can be so easily nabbed, I'm more than obligated to go after it. Also...." He takes out his holopad once again. "I should probably arrange payment for Nox."

Mogra'teksa

 

[Mogra'teksa]

user :// MOGRA'TEKSA
location :// SQUARE OF RESPLENDENCE, ONBOARD THE TURBO L.O.V.E.R
objective :// D0LLAR_$IGN$
tags: :// Talohn Atar
[ we're probably gonna get shot at, huh? ]

Teksa held up a finger as her AvPhone started to chime softly, "One sec." She leaned into it, tucking it against her far ear cone. "This is Pif. Oh hey girl! How are you?" She nodded, a wide grin spreading across her face as she listened to the voice of the woman on the line. "Uh huh... really?" Slowly, the twi'lek slanted her eyes towards the cathar, "They're there right now? Okay, thanks for the heads up. Yeah, yeah I'll swing by. Don't tell 'em I'm comin' though, I wanted it to be a surprise-" There was a pause. She snickered. "Yeah, I know right? It's kinda crazy how that worked out. Okay, yea- uh huh. I will, I promise." Her free hand lifted, mocking a moving mouth in jest towards Talohn. "Really? We'll have to grab lunch sometime and you can tell me allll about it. Mmhm! Okay, yeah, I'll see you in a bit."

Click.

A short sigh left her as she tucked her AvPhone away into her coat pocket. "Okay, so good news. One of my friends said the trandoshans are in her club right now, as we speak. They're drinking at the bar which meaaaaans they're distracted. She said she would stall them to keep them there as long as she can. It's a level down from where we are, so it's a bit of a hike, but. Let's go check it out." She scooped up her duffel bag and slung it over her shoulder with a gentle rise off the bench. "As for Nox's payment, well, I'll send you her info and you can wire it. I doubt she'll accept it though, honestly, she's not the sort to take creds. She'd be far more likely to hold you for a favor and call that in later." The twi'lek jerked her head to the left, "C'mon. Let's get movin'. The elevator is at the end of the strip down there."

And like that, she was off, go go going as she typically did. Blame the lifestyle of a go-go dancer. Or a merc, either way, it didn't seem like Teksa was particularly fond of sitting around anywhere for too long, especially when there was work to be done. Passing by a garbage bin on her way, she tossed her empty midori cup into it, discarding it properly rather than leaving it behind. "I'm Mogra'teksa, by the way, but I suspect you already knew that. Most people just call me Mogs or Teksa, I don't have a preference."