Private The Sandy Markets

[Vizjaw Tanakt]

The Sandy Markets​

Vizjaw had walked into town wearing his usual garbs, an armorweave duster with a hood which covered a suit of beskar armor the crime boss wore. He walked the streets of Mos Esiley with a small escort of two other jawas. The three of them had come into town with an assortment of stolen heuristic processors, very valuable and dangerous droid parts. The plan was to have their serial numbers scrubbed, and then find proper buyers. Maybe even offload the product at a local black market, if they could find one.

The Jawa criminal made his way down the sandy streets, getting odd looks from many humans toward his Mandalorian attire. One human would be dumb enough to heckle the group as they passed by. "Oy, Jawa sleemos! What's he doin' with a suit like that!" It was an overweight man, an angry one at that. One of Vizjaw's guards would be quick to draw a blaster pistol, and would immediately fire off a stun shot toward the man! The burly guy would grunt for a moment, as he fell to the ground like a rock. The surrounding people would gasp at the display, but the jawa gang would just keep walking.

The other guard would ask vizjaw in jawaese, <"Hey Boss. Where are we gonna sell the stuff. People don't seem too friendly around here."> The armored jawa would give a sigh before he would respond, <"We'll be quick here. We need someone with strong hands to scrub the stuff... Someone like that guy."> The crime boss would point toward a tall and strong-looking zabrak, some distance away. Maybe this guy would be able to help.

<"Hey! You there!"> he would attempt to get the man's attention, though didn't know if the guy spoke jawa or not.

'Bawss' Scarlett Zann

 

[Scarlett Zann]

Scar had arrived just the day before and was not happy. She had heard from one of her black market managers, that the market that she had set up here had a discrepancy in its numbers, particularly the profit margin. This would tell Scar that one of two things was happening, they were being targeted by a theft operation and someone was stealing from the Zann Consortium, or the more likely scenario, the manager was skimming off the top. She did not want to believe that one of her hand picked managers would steal from her, but it was much more likely that he had gotten greedy then for anybody to knowingly steal from her Syndicate.

Scar had confronted the man and sure enough, he was skimming the profits to pay for a gambling addiction. As a woman, she felt for the man, he had just gotten over his head with the debt, but as a boss and a Zann, she was furious and had to make a harsh and quick example of him. She looked over at Chain her main bodyguard and companion and he went and locked the front door as she pulled her light saber from her waist and with a quick turn, removed the traitors head from his shoulders. She held the saber straight at the mans shoulders and kept it there pointed at his three subordinates as his body fell to the ground headless. Her eyes then met the three and she said "So, looks like there is an opening for a new manager here, any takers?" She was not surprised to see no immediate volunteer for the recently vacant position.

Now, without a manager, she walked over to the open books to determine who would be next to take over the operation here, The book was sloppy with unorganized notes, but one name or initials constantly appeared in the ledger apart from the late managers. "Who is LP?" she asked without turning around. The man known as Larik Ponte stood and said, "That would be me ma'am." Scar hated being called Ma'am as if she was an old hag, but settled her brain as the man just being nervous and trying to be respectful of her standing and position. She turned and looked at him "Well, LP, clean up this mess and then clean up the mess on the floor" She said with a smile as she joked about the mess in the ledger vs the one on the floor.

Scar decided to take a stroll in town to clear her mind of the killing she just had to complete. As she walked out of the shop, she nearly ran into a trio of Jawas. She paused and let them proceed before her as she walked across the street to get a drink.

Vizjaw Tanakt
'Bawss'

 

['Bawss']

Why am I here?

What is this place?

Something doesn't feel right about all of this.

It is almost as if I’m not supposed to be here. I mean, what is this place? Some kind of desert? Something familiar about all of it, but what? This has to be some sort of bad dream, so until I figure it out I am just going to stay quiet and figure things out. My pockets aren’t empty, I have some… what is this? Money? Yeah… looks to be some kind of money in my pockets. Black? What am I? Emo? Why am I… I hate black! Th… WHAT THE HELL AM I SEEING?! This is some kind of dream, it has to be!

Where is a… wait who is calling me? Someone?

Oh, the shorty…

<Yeah? What do you need?>


Scarlett Zann
Vizjaw Tanakt

 

[Vizjaw Tanakt]

The jawa crime boss was quite pleased to see this pale zabrak spoke some jawaese. <"Ah, he talks well too."> Vizjaw would nudge one of his associates. He would clear his throat before laying out a proposition before the man. <"What would you say to a quick four hundred credits there friend? I can see you've got strong arms, unlike me and my brothers here.">

The two jawa bodyguards would begin physically flexing, trying to appear muscular, but to no avail. <"See, we could use a hand here!"> Vizjaw's gaze would stray for a short moment, looking toward a well dressed woman who had walked by not long ago... Could that actually be? There was a black market near by, was it possibly owned by them... He would shake his head before looking back to the pale zabrak. <"All I need for you to do is clear a few parts for me... It won't take very long.">

'Bawss' Scarlett Zann

 

['Bawss']

Who in the world are these things?

Did I just ask that?

Why am I still talking in third person?

I feel like I'm in front of my laptop, or playing some video game...

Is that what this is?

<Yeah... sure... I'll help you...>

They seemed surprised that I understand them. What is going on here. I need some kind of mirror. I guess these "credits" are like moneWHAT THE HELL? WHAT ARE THESE HORNS ON MY HEAD? Stop making a scene... stop making a scene... stop making a scene... you're making a scene...

<Yeah... yeah fine...>

 

[Vizjaw Tanakt]

Things took a turn for the weird, as the man accepted the job offer, but suddenly seemed to be touching his horns frantically. Maybe it was some sort of odd zabrak tradition when accepting deals? There were any number of answers. Regardless, as the man agreed to assist them, Viz would snap his fingers. One of his jawa bodyguards would drop a large brown sack at the feet of the guy. He would then open the bag to reveal an assortment of droid parts, all heuristic processors.

Viz would then hand the man a scrubbrush that was in decent condition before explaining, <"See those numbers on the bottom part there. Scrub them off with this! You have the strength for it."> He would then pick up one of the processors and hand it to the man. Attempt to egg him on. <"Four hundred credits. Quick and easy!">

Meanwhile, he had lost sight of the white haired woman from before... Though if she was who he thought she was, they would meet again very soon. he needed to sell these processors to someone after all.

'Bawss'
Scarlett Zann

 

[Scarlett Zann]

Scar had a pleasant drink and so, she had a second. She took her second out the entrance of the establishment and leaned on the wall just outside. She rarely enjoyed the hot atmosphere of this planet, but with a cold drink in hand, it was a little bit relaxing to get some rays on her skin. As she sipped her drink, she looked back at the entrance of her black market front, to see the door was now in open position. "Ah good, the mess is cleaned up" She said to herself as her eyes shifted down the street. Her eyes landed back on those three Jawas from before, but this time they stood next to a Zabrak and dropped a bag of machine parts. She smiled as the Jawas never change, always doing business in the open as if it was normal. She looked around to see a few other prying eyes on the situation with the Jawas. She caught one group of individuals talking and continuously looking over at the Jawas before grabbing at their blasters. Scar made her way over to the group, "I see what you are planning on doing, but this is neither the time, nor the place for such things" She warned them as she flashed her saber at her side. If they did not recognize her, then they would recognize what they were dealing with for sure. "We wuz not du'in nottin, miss" The apparent leader said before he started to walk the opposite direction of the Jawas with his gang, an acknowledgment that one of her threats had worked. Scar then finished her drink and leaned on the wall, this time in the shade.

'Bawss'
Vizjaw Tanakt

 

['Bawss']

<Scrub... okay... I can do that.>

Maybe this guy can help me. Maybe I'll earn his trust. I just don't get what is going on around here. I shouldn't be here. So I'll just sit down and begin doing dishes or whatever these are. Why do I feel like I'm doing something wrong? Almost like I'm committing a crime being around this little guy. I mean really, it's like he's wanting me to scrub VIN numbers off of engines. Is that what this is?

Alright. I'll just play dumb,

Heh... not much of a stretch at this point.

<You know we're being watched, right?>

Dude, why would you say that? This is so stupid, all to gain a little guys trust you make up some bullshite. We're not being watched... are we? Oh great, now I'm paranoid!



Tag: Scarlett Zann Vizjaw Tanakt

 

[Vizjaw Tanakt]

The group of jawa would be especially happy as they watched the big guy start clearing off the serial numbers. Droid parts like these were incredibly expensive, and illegal in some places. Once they were successfully "fenced" selling them would prove very profitable. <"Yes, good work, with the grain."> Viz would cheer on. As the gang watched their 'new hire' clean off the parts however, they would notice a group of thugs not far away.

The zabrak had successfully pointed out what looked to be a group planning to rob the jawas. Viz would look toward his two enforcers who would simply give him a nod back. They were about to start a fire fight, when a white-haired woman would walk over and defuse the situation. That was her alright, the leader of the Zann Consortium. The white hair was a dead give-away, and the lightsaber on her hip was unique.

<"Good eyes big guy. After we get these cleaned up, we should have a word with her there...>

'Bawss'
Scarlett Zann

 

[Scarlett Zann]

After dispatching the small gang, and Scar leaned on the wall, it was now obvious what the Jawas were having the bigger man do to the parts. She could not tell what the actual parts were, but knew the process all too well. She smirked in their direction, made sure no other notable prying eyes were around before pushing off the wall and making her way back to the black market front she had originally come from. Once inside, she saw the mess she had made, nearly completely cleaned up, only a rug tapestry temporarily covered the blood on the floor. Undoubtedly only a cover until the shop closes for the night and then a deep scrub would occure. She then brought her eyes up to the man who would be taking over for the deceased, and sensed that his performance would be tested soon, so Scar and Chain simply took seats at a table near the far wall, most likely used to examine merchandise in further detail before bargaining would take place, and observed.

 

['Bawss']

<With the grain, yeah, yeah I can do that.>

Alright, now this seemed to work a lot better. I don’t know what this little guy wants with this stolen stuff, and I don’t really care. I can still play stupid on all of this, I’m sure that I can. What I’m wondering is what else they have planned. These guys, they look like little weasels, and really nothing more. Almost like they would steal from someone and then sell the stolen parts back to them. Whatever, that's not important right now.

<Alright, I’m not sure it’s my business to go talk with her, so if you don’t mind, I’ll just take my credits and be on my way. Don’t worry I’m no snitch or anything.>

Why do I have the feeling that it is about to fall on deaf ears?

Tag: Scarlett Zann Vizjaw Tanakt

 

[Scarlett Zann]

(OOC Lol love the "Obi Wan" reference there)

 

[Vizjaw Tanakt]

It didn't take much to excite jawas, but this event certainly did the trick. The big guy in front of them had just successfully taken off the various serials numbers on the processors. This meant they could no longer be traced by most means. Of course, Viz would fork out several large credit chips toward the zabrak. <"Very nice work friend. Four hundred credits!"> This guy had proven to be effective so far, and he had yet to even berate the jawas. That was a rarity among the larger sentients.

One of the other jawas would lean in toward Viz and whisper into his ear, <"Boss, the big guy could be helpful to have around in the long term. He could translate for us, he's got muscle, and he's intimidating."> The jawa crime boss would simply nod his head at his enforcer's suggestion. It was a good idea, if the zabrak would accept such an offer. <"Hold on a moment. We will offer many more credits for you, if you can translate for us. Not many sentients speak our language, you could be very helpful.">

Regardless whether the man would agree to their suggestion or not, the gang was ready to speak with the Zann woman. One of the enforcers would pick up the bag of parts, and being walking in the direction of the black market.

Bawss'
Scarlett Zann

 

[Scarlett Zann]

The first customer had arrived. He was a buyer and was requesting the usual engine part 3652 for a Nebulan B Converter, in reality, he was just giving the code sign for "I am here to see what you have for sale in the back". The new salesman who was recently promoted to manager of the branch hesitantly escorted the customer to the secret, black market hold of the store in the back. He only hesitated as he was literally put on the spot in front of Scar. This would undoubtedly be his first test as store manager and a fail score could be very costly.

He took the customer to the back and later came back with a case with no visible markings on it. Scar looked at the case and wondered what was in it, so she sent Chain over to ask discretely. He returned and told her it was a pair of heavy blaster rifles and a few thermal detonators. Scars brow raised, as it was a solid first sale for the new manager. She then listened in as the manager requested credits and was again pleased when he obviously high balled the customer. The customer was either in a bind and needed the weapons immediately or had no clue how to negotiate, as he accepted the first and high offer. As the customer was about to turn and leave, the manager stopped him and said "Would you like to buy ammunition for the rifles as well?" The customer stopped in his tracks and came back to the counter, visibly upset. When the manager brought up a small price for the ammunition, Scar waived her hand signaling to the manager to go ahead and give it free of charge. Scar had known that the Manager had already gained purchase for the blasters at four times their worth and was pleased with the managers first test. The customer left and she approached the counter to give him feedback. She also told him that she was pleased on how he sold the ammunition separately for an extra sale.

As she smiled at the manager, she looked over her shoulder to see the small group of Jawas from before, walking into her shop. She looked back at the manager to go ahead and check inventory and mark his sale as she took up position behind the counter and greeted their new customers.

Vizjaw Tanakt
'Bawss'