The Undesirables Visit Bespin (Smugglers/Open)

[RC 212]

Bespin​

Dock 63​

Exiting The Drifter Queen​

https://youtu.be/raUCnM9Tifc?t=5​

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[member="Novin Jackal"] [member="Caelen_Tercept"] [member="Douge"] [member="Tin'tinag"] ​

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Alas our adventuring crew found themselves stepping off the ramp of The Drifter Queen onto the decks of the Bespin station. A bit of flying Casual, and faulty manifests had gotten them this far, and Catherine aimed to keep up the ruse.

Officially they were here on a Gas Hauling mission. But on the down low, they were here to score. There was a certain man in a Cantina somewhere whom went by the name of [member="Morgan Daniel"]. Rumor had it between the two Cap's that there was quite a few undiscovered spots of salvage deep in FO territory. Remnants from the Lords of the Fringe Days.

One of which was a Venator Star Destroyer she aimed to get her hands on.

But there was other matters too.

As the most rag tag crew of spacers the galaxy ever saw strolled out like Gangstas, the docking service was already on them. Wearing nothing but her normal scanty red sash across her bosom, and her hair a mess, Catherine grinned.

She slapped a hefty fee into the man's hand, and shooed the Grey Uniform off.

"Alright crew. Here's our assignments. Two of you team up and go hit up the Cantina scene. See if you can track down Cap'n Daniel. You'll know him when you see him. I added a pic to each of your data pads."

"I need one to stay with the ship and guard her, and one to go and see about a mechanic for a Hyperdrive tune up. I'll be with the Hyperdrive tune up crew."

She swung her shotgun up over her shoulders, like a yoke.

"Let's blow this station and get our cut."

 

[Chubs]

Private Baris "Chubs" Hadley flanked his sergeant as he made his way down the walkways to where the recently docked freighter sat. The sergeant was easily identified with the orange pauldron which sat on his left shoulder, denoting his rank. The squad of five stormtrooper approached the smugglers, blocking the way. They had their rifles in their holsters, and seemed less intimidating, but more bored by the task at hand. [SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]

"Good afternoon," The sergeant began, "My name is Sergeant Erwin Grigore, and I'm here to welcome you to Cloud City." Grigore paused, "However, as apart of docking protocol, and the laws of the First Order, I'm going to have to ask you to let us inspect your ship." The sergeant then paused, "Also, I’m going to have to ask you to hand over your weapons, Bespin, along with nearly all systems in this sector are not open carry.” Erwin reported, “Which means waving them around is liable to get you arrested. If you hand them over, we'll keep them in storage for you, and you can collect them when you go. But I can't let you leave the spaceport with them."

The sergeant then gestured at Chubs, "Private Hadley here has a form for your captain here to fill out," He then gestured for Chubs to approach the smugglers, which he did, taking the pad from his belt, "If you have any class four weaponry, explosives or contraband goods to declare aboard you're ship, that's fine, we'll just store them along with your weapons." Grigore informed them, "But if you're lying to me now, and you in fact do have illegal goods you don't declare, well," The sergeant chuckled, "Your asses are mine, and you'll be looking at a cold ten to twenty in a labour camp." [SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]

Chubs took a stylis out from the side of the datapad he held, "Just answer it honestly and we can get you on your way." Grigore said.

[member="Catherine Jones"]

 

[Tin'tinag]

As she departed from the strip with the other she looked over a copy of the briefing while listening to [member="Catherine Jones"], "The cantina is my type of place, ill blend in easy and ill have a better time looking out for our friend, anyone who want to come with me can, i don't mind, just don't screw up". While coming onto the platform they were approached by a security officer, "great customs". She crossed her arms at [member="Chubs"] regulations, though there was nothing she owned that was illegal the idea of handing over her weapons was not a pleasant though, but she had backup options that she could rely upon if need be. "whata we do cap, hand over our guns"?

 

[Novin Jackal]

Novin jackal slowly rubbed at his helmet looking around as they got off the docking ramp, He slowly rubbed his head, Novin had a killer migraine, The heavy footstep's sounded on the docking ramp, slightly vibrating from under his large and heavy armor, He slowly sighed, Novin couldn't wait to do this such mission with his crew. He slightly chuckled.

The Mandalorian was a bit behind from the group, Novin slowly sighed they had encountered the first order, Novin had already knew this was going to happen, The Mandalorian slowly craned his neck a few crack's coming from his neck. Novin continued to walk up to the group.

"I'll go with you Catherine" Novin said looking at her then nodding a bit.

Novin's weapon's were concealed in his armor, His Westar 34 Blaster pistol's were in his armor aswell as all of his other pistols. The Mandalorian crossed his arm's looking at the Sergeant, "Why do we have to give you our weapons, you know what goes on planet's such as this? I'd rather not be attacked and have no weapon's to god damn defend myself" Novin said, His Mandalorian anger kicking in. "I'm not doing unless I get order's from her" Novin said pointing over to [member="Catherine Jones"]

Novin then heard some statements from [member="Tin'tinag"] "whata we do cap, hand over our guns"? Novin heard from her he then waited for a response from them.

 

[Douge]

Douge with no choice, happily took on the guard duty on the ship.
He closes the ramp and quickly goes to the armoury.
Douge still doesn't have any weapon because he still doesn't have money of it.
Of course Douge could just pick up any weapon in the battlefield, this is not part of his code.
He stares and amuse himself to the guns inside.
One of his favourites, was a heavy machine gun he saw in the corner.
He glances back and fourth to his side, checking if anyone will see him touching the gun as he was scared.
He then grabs and equip the gun into his hand, and imagine shooting it.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Chubs"] [member="Tin'tinag"] [member="Douge"] [member="Novin Jackal"]

The young Sergeant was upon them and she smirked, showing even more cleavage in an attempt to seduce him. With one hand she pressed her finger to her lip, biting it and nodded.

"No no Sergeant. If weapons are not permitted to protect ourselves from Rebel scum, then we will leave them on the ship. Though I hear there are multiple rebel holdouts. They seem to take at random and brandish blasters!"

In smugglers cant her message was simple. It was a specialized tongue known only by their kind, and the FO Stormies would hardly be able to decipher it.

Her message hidden within was read backwards by the inflection of her voice. Take. Holdout. Blasters.

"I believe our crewman Douge is standing to on the vessel. In addition feel free to search us, as we have nothing illegal."

And it was true. This time they were clean as a whistle.

 

[Novin Jackal]

Novin looked at [member="Catherine Jones"] for a minute deadpanning, He chuckled slightly, Novin had his Westar-34 Pistol's on him aswell his detonator's most of his thing's were built into his armor. The Mandalorian looked at Catherine with a amused look as she tried to seduce the Young Sergeant, Novin chuckled a bit.

The Mandalorian's hand's grasped over his Thermal Detonater's and his Dual Westar 34's, He slowly handed them over to the Sergeant, "Don't scratch em, They costed me a pretty penny." Novin said looking at the Sergeant with a glare that was still intimidating from under a helmet.

Novin understood the message handing over any weapon's he had on him, Unfortuantely he had inbuilt weapon's but who would know that, He had made his own armor. The Mandalorian continued to look around at his surronding and listened to Catherine and her conversation with the Sergeant.


"I believe our crewman Douge is standing to on the vessel. In addition feel free to search us, as we have nothing illegal."

And it was true. This time they were clean as a whistle.

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

(Sorry I'm replying late.)

Caelen immediately understood the language, being a well made smuggler himself, he did indeed what he was said to do, taking out the dual Dl-44's and holding them out, looking to catherine with a raised, yet unamused eyebrow. "Mm. Scum. Yeah, totally." He coughed, just waiting. "I'll go with the other Twi'lek to the Cantina." He just, ever so casually mentioned.
[member="Catherine Jones"]
[member="Douge"]
[member="Tin'tinag"]
[member="Novin Jackal"]
[member="Chubs"]

 

[Chubs]

The sergeant cocked his head at the Mando's confusion, "If you're referring to the Galactic Alliance's incursion here, you'll be fine." The sergeant said, "We cleared all Jedi scum from the city when they retreated." Grigore didn't bother suppressing his brutal, and vindictive tone when referring to the force users. There was a discernible, and visceral hatred which lay there.

The sergeant watched as the leader of the group spoke to him. He noted the bizarre inflection, deciding that she had a few extra chromosomes knocking about. "Sorry ma'am, all weapons have to be brought out, and stored in our facilities." He shrugged, "That's the way it's gonna be." He turned to the Mandolorian, and gestured to one of the other stormtroopers to the rear, carrying a large crate. "Hand that to Corporal Beasly, he'll handle the guns." The sergeant informed him, before gesturing to a wall.

"I want you, up against the wall there, we're gonna frisk you." He gestured to a far wall of the spaceport, "I know that type of armour, can keep all sorts of goodies in there." He said, "So take it off piece by piece, and we'll get it back to you as soon as possible."

Chubs, with no need for instruction approached the woman, "So uh, I have a few questions to ask you." Chubs began, reaching for the datapad, and accessing a form. He flicked onto it, "I'm first of all going to need a name, and the registration of his vessel and jurisdiction of registration." The young trooper paused and waited for the response between continuing.

"Do you have any goods to declare?" He asked, "Examples of this include spice, stolen goods, contraband items, type three and four weapons, explosives, biochemical weapons, class two animals and any moulds or fungi." He then paused, and turned his head up. Even though the helmet hid his face, he was making eye contact. "I am legally obligated to tell you, that if you do not disclose any of the preceding items, we are lawfully able to imprison you, and your crew, and impound your ship."

[member="Catherine Jones"] | [member="Douge"] | [member="Novin Jackal"] | [member="Tin'tinag"]

 

[Novin Jackal]

, "If you're referring to the Galactic Alliance's incursion here, you'll be fine." The sergeant said, "We cleared all Jedi scum from the city when they retreated." Grigore didn't bother suppressing his brutal, and vindictive tone when referring to the force users. There was a discernible, and visceral hatred which lay there.

Novin nodded slowly sighing, looking over to the wall where the Sergeant had pointed, Novin did a slight jog over to Corporal Beasly and handed him his Dual Westar's 34 Blaster Pistol's, The Mandalorian slowly walked back, his armored feet dragging across the Durasteel floor.

"I know that type of armour, can keep all sorts of goodies in there." The Sergeant said, "So take it off piece by piece, and we'll get it back to you as soon as possible."

Novin slowly grunted at what he said before taking off his Armor piece's, The pieces dropped to the floor slightly denting the Durasteel floor, The armor was made out of Beskar, "Don't mishandle this armor, I like it. Also do you want the armor right here? Another question..Do you need to frisk me too?" Novin asked.

[member="Catherine Jones"] [member="Douge"] [member="Chubs"]

 

[Tin'tinag]

It seemed Novin wasn't very pleased about having his weapons taken away from him, typical Mandoloiran, she wondered why this guys even joined their crew, he was a bounty hunter and didn't really need to resort to 'there' type of job for credits, what was his true purpose. "Id rather have [member="Caelen_Tercept"] ocompany me Novin, no offense but it would look strange for a bounty hunter to enter the cantina with someone like me".

She handed over blaster pistols, detonators and electro whip, but kept her collapsible electro staff on her, between her cleavage, just to see if it would work. Slowly she went to the wall to get frisked, "don't get to touchy sarge, the chest is partially off limits". Though it sounded more like disapproval comment, she was actually just inducing a slight force persuasion into the Sargent so he wouldn't to thoughtfully check her 'private areas', he still look but the chases getting caught with the electro staff greatly diminished.

[member="Chubs"]
[member="Catherine Jones"]

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

Caelen snickered, as Tercept held up a hand, leaning to the side towards tin'tinag "Hey Sarge I could search those if you need it." He'd say, smirking and looking to Tin'tinage, winking. "I'd really prefer my weapons to be put away on the ship. The last time someone 'stored' my weapons the ammunition was used. But hey, whatever helps you sleep in whatever palace you got, right?" He smirked, removing the bow-caster, and the thermal detonators across his thigh, along with one of his Dl-44's. The last thing he gave was the Ion launcher.

 

[Eugen Aker]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSQ3BJVMfAI​

Shortly after a certain band of scoundrels had landed on Cloud City and started swaggering around like they owned the place, an Upsilon command shuttle would descend through the rust colored clouds for a landing pad adjacent to said scoundrels' ship.

The ramp would open, and then out would file a squad's worth of Sun Guard donning their distinctive armor, with the added touch of cloaks to give them a visage akin to the Imperial Guards of old. Right behind them would be Suravi, clad in a cream business dress and jacket that contrasted greatly with the reds and ebonies of her personal guard detail. There would be one aide at her side, quitely chatting with her about the day's events. The Moff to meet with the local authorities to see about overhauling their information systems to make them less vulnerable to any future attacks by the Galactic Alliance's large corps of mecha deru specialists. All a troublesome bunch that had cost the First Order a command station among other things in the past.

Port authorities and FO regulars within view would straighten at the sight of Suravi, her rank within the First Order only surpassed by that of the of the Grand Moff and the Supreme Leader. However, she would pay them little mind, quickly strutting towards the gates that would take her deeper into Cloud City for her rendezvous.

However, about halfway there, she would pause as she came upon a curious scene unfolding between a Stormtrooper squad and group of rather grubby looking individuals. Something felt off about them to the Force Adept. They were all much too calm in the face of such a show of force. There was also a Mandalorian in full kit, which was an event in itself.

From a distance, she would begin to quietly observe, guards arrayed all around her.

[member="Catherine Jones"] [member="Chubs"] [member="Novin Jackal"] [member="Tin'tinag"] [member="Caelen_Tercept"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Novin Jackal"] [member="Caelen_Tercept"] [member="Suravi Teigra"] [member="Chubs"] [member="Douge"]

Catherine was less than impressed. As the second came up she snapped and slapped his data pad to try and knock it out of his hands.

The Sergeant was getting real annoying, as was the kid pestering her. Still she complied, hoping to put this ridiculous shakedown behind her. Then she mad e a mental note never to land in a FO port with contraband. Not a legal port any ways, but the way security was tight here, she knew they were dying for black market goods.

"My Vessel is the Drifter Queen registered out of Outer rim Coalition territory. Specifically Exocron. And if you touch any of my crew in an inappropriate manner, this will be reported up the diplomatic chain as a gross misconduct to simple citizens visiting Bespin. Is this how you treat your tourists Segreant?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.


Then the red head scoffed and leaned against the wall.

"No we have nothing illegal on board. How many times will I be asked this question rookie? Go ahead, tear the ship apart if you have to, but there better not be one bolt out of place when I get back."

She didn't add the part about blowing up the whole landing pad if there was, but she certainly thought it.

 

[Chubs]

"Just to be safe," The sergeant replied to the Mandolorian, "Last time we had one of your kin in our territory, they blasted out of the spaceport, and trapped a good half platoon aboard their freighter." The sergeant paused, "We never got the bodies back..." He lamented glumly, before addressing the Twi'lek, "Look, we don't need to frisk you perv," He gestured to her attire, "I think if we took anything else off, you may as well be naked."

Chubs carefully wrote down every detail given by the Captain. The Outer Rim Coalition registration immediately raised some red flags. Chubs noted that. The ORC had fought against the First Order on Kaeshana during the initial battle of the First Order-Galactic Alliance War. Although a ceasefire had been agreed on, this still raised some suspicion. Chubs didn't outwardly show his concern, and simply sent the report to the FOSB personnel who were overseeing the customs operation. The private was about to ask more questions when she interrupted him with her spray.

"Look ma'am," Sergeant Grigire began, "I have a job to do here, and an obligation to keep the people of this system safe," He glared at her, his tone becoming more irritated, "But I have to follow due process, or my ass gets put out to grass," The officer turned to Chubs, "Keep going private."

"Yessir!" Chubs barked in response, before returning to the questionnaire. "I need immigration information now ma'am," Chubs informed her, "How many passengers are aboard the vessel?" he asked, "What is your purpose on Bespin? And how long will the duration of your visit be?"

[member="Catherine Jones"] | [member="Suravi Teigra"] | [member="Caelen_Tercept"] | [member="Tin'tinag"] | [member="Novin Jackal"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Chubs"]

She grinned, still against the wall. Her backside was clearly a little too visible from beneath her scanty, almost nothing attire. Now they were on the retreat, she pressed the advantage, aiming to make both the Sergeant and the Private as uncomfortable as humanly possible.

"Well we have about let's see....five bodies total on the Crew. Also I'm here on pleasure. Trying to find me a handsome hunk like your Sergeant over there to bed down and defile me. In the most horrible of ways."

If that gut shot didn't make them both either flinch, nor raise an eyebrow, she didn't know what would.

"Ladies, Gents? Tell em what were about!"​

She winked at the rest. They'd get the picture...

 

[Tin'tinag]

She was glad that her slight force persuasion, and slightly provocative action dissuaded the guard from frisking her, but decided to play along so he shouldn’t be suspicious. “aww you’re not fun, a lot of guards I’ve met have usually take to opportunity to try and cop a feel, whelp you lose”. Turning back around she looked to Caelen, “maybe save the flirting for when we reach the bar, might draw to much attention if you keep that up”. While the Sargent continued with [member="Caelen_Tercept"] and inspected Novins amour to remove any weapons she made her way back over to [member="Catherine Jones"] as they negotiated [member="Chubs"] in declaring any cargo and reasons for coming, admiring the captains clothing a little, seems they had similar 'methods' of getting places, "my rreasons, I just follow the cap, but a certain other crew member, if you haven't already guessed, wants to have some fun, and the ship isn't the most sound proof, if you know what i mean".

 

[Caelen_Tercept]

Caelen kind of just took a seat then, looking at the others. This seemed like a really, really bad chit fest to him, and with those troopers glancing over, he was wondering if it was time to head out soon. "I think they know what you mean, dear." He'd say boredly, looking at the others. "Huh. This doesn't seem like the trouble. But I'll be heading to the cantina now, if I'm free to go." He'd say, standing up and stretching. He wasn't the least bit worried. It was just that he much preferred the rebellious side of things rather than smuggling. Maybe he should change his title sometime later on.

 

[Novin Jackal]

Novin pressed himself against the wall, A first order trooper coming up to him and frisking him. It took about 3 minutes overall for the Frisk to happen, Novin strayed away from the wall looking around to see where his Crew had gone, The Mandalorian slowly started to stretch causing his body to emit crack's and pops. "Man.." Novin said, The Mandalorian slowly examined the are and it's current surroundings.

Novin's eye's lingered over the Sun Guard's, They were formidable opponent's to Novin, But If The Mandalorian tried, He could take them out without a doubt easily.

Novin did a slight jog over to Catherine. He stopped when he was a meter away from her, "You better be careful, Some Sun Guard's are here, I can handle my own weight, But if you upset or do anything wrong, Those Sun Guard's will have you down within seconds..Just don't try anything, I don't want to have to bail you out" Novin said discreetly in Catherine's ear.


[member="Catherine Jones"]
[member="Caelen_Tercept"]
[member="Chubs"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Novin Jackal"]

"Thanks for the vote of confidence Bucket Head. You think I don't have tricks? Lasted this long haven't I? Go ahead and get to work pal. We got this."

Her reply was silent, only loud enough for him to hear.

She grinned and shooed him away.

"So you boys gonna frisk this hot mamma down or what?"