The Heart of Hope (Triad Heist)

[Layla Tyr]

[member="Marcus Lok"]
[member="Vaak Lest"]
[member="Lord Ajihad"]

Layla Tyr gathered all of her equipment up in the safe house, making sure that the plans were drawn and ready for each of the new team to join her.

She stood, her black halter top was shaped over her easily so that she wouldn't have to worry about getting caught on anything. her head tendrils were the only thing that she worried about. Now, waiting on the others was the hardest part.

She had hoped they each got the message to meet up here, well within a zone of operations so that they could make an easy escape. Her light purple-black eyes looked around, her tendrils twitching as she tried to sense the others.

Yeah, waiting was always the hardest part.

 

[Vaak Lest]

Nearby, a big YT-2400 corellian light freighter landed nearby. The trees, grass, and other vegetation shook as it's landing gear extended and touched down. After a few moments, after the loading ramp extended, a large, hulking kel'dor stepped down. His giant boots echoed even on the dirt underneath him, the earth seeming to shake after every step he took. He cracked his knuckles, wearing some very techy-looking black gauntlets on his sleeveless, tree-trunk-like arms. A big blaster pistol, almost as long as a blaster carbine, sat comfortably in it's holster on his belt.

Vaak took a deep breath, his old-model oxidation mask echoing his voice, sounding cold and metallic as he approached the small, blue twi'lek, "Greetings. You must be the girl with the job for us." Despite his intimidating appearance and terrfying voice, the tone of his voice sounded friendly.

[member="Layla Tyr"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Marcus Lok]

Marcus stepped down the loading ramp a bit behind the Kel'Dor, as he had to prepare his multiple tools and devices for the operation that was to go on tonight. He had loaded them all into a black case which he now carried in his gloved hand. His armor shone and reflected a bit of the light that came from the moon of the system and he breathed in the filtered air that came through his helmet. His two pistols still hung from the sides of his waist and the E-11 was secured onto his rocket pack. The trip had been damned long... Hopefully it would be worth it.

He finally emerged on the scene with Vaak, who had already made contact with the girl, and he was soon beside the tower of an alien. This must be her. He examined her armaments for a few moments before giving a slight nod.

"Hell of a long ways out..."


[member="Vaak Lest"] / [member="Layla Tyr"] / [member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Marcus Lok]

((Ignore this one.))

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Last to arrive was the employer of these three thieves. In world of crime, he was known as Rhodes. In the world of business, politics, and other such things, he was someone else. He was something else. He was the Fist of the Demon. He was the Shadow of Conquest. He was an entity feared by all those who inhabited the galaxy. He was Lord Ajihad.

Rhodes stepped off of a small unaffiliated freighter, and entered the inconspicuous-looking safe house. As always, he wore mask that concealed any and all of his features. He looked at each figure in the room, analyzing them. He saw [member="Marcus Lok"], the down-to-earth Mandalorian slicer and bounty hunter. There was [member="Vaak Lest"], the serious-looking Kel Dor mercenary who hulked above even Rhodes. Then there was [member="Layla Tyr"], a new member of the Triad. He had yet to see her in action, and wondered how she would turn out.