Private Wheelman

[Dedata | Celty Ree]

Spoiler: Equipment

Weapons	Armor	Gadgets	Ship/Vehicles
Sparti Short Spear	Dedata's MK2 Helmet	Modified Datapad running Deda-net	The Shadow Broker
Ianus Kopis	Dedata's outfit	Data spikes	Dullahan
	Leg harness and bags	'Janus' Slicer Gloves
	BURN CORPO SHIT Tanktop	Flow Vape

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Shadow Broker Layout

"Dee, send Saraiya Darkstar a message that I need her to pick me up from here and drive me to my ship." She said packing a few data discs into a bag and collecting the accumulated washing. "Of course Dedata." The VI replied as it sent a formal message on the woman's behalf. Flinging the bag over her shoulder Dedata set the small set up into low power mode so the hidden work room could be accessed remotely or if Ivory Stroud needed access to the Deda-net. The wall shifted opening up into the shop, she didn't stop to say her byes to the staff and instead waited outside for her driver.

Tera and Kilo was having their week off making this the perfect time to deal with private matters. Even if the two bodyguards wanted to come, neither could. After the recent implats they'd be having to take things easy. Knowing them two she bet they had everything under control, no doubt have a drip feed set up. Her eyes wandered up to the orange hues of Coruscant's evening thinking about how most of the people driving around up there did not know what really went on beneath their feet. That was how she liked it though, its where the family thrived.

She'd soon see the speeder arrive glad to see Sara. The woman was energetic somewhat and had a knack for getting her hands greasy on her own projects. Along with that the woman was a skilled driver. Dedata tossed her bag into the back and sat besides Sara as she slipped the datapad out her bag attached to the harness. "Yo, hope you don't have plans for the next few days. Gonna need you for a bit longer than a drive.

" She showed Sara the message while getting comfortable for the drive.

 

[Saraiya Darkstar]

"Well, look at it this way... you're still breathing, right?"

The words slid passed pink-hued lips as they curled slightly, a sort of impish grin toying on her face. She wasn't actually talking to anyone in particular- no, she was just musing out loud as she held onto the twin yokes of the speeder's navi-system lightly. She barely had to touch them at all to make the speeder rocket through the air-lanes of Coruscant. It danced to her tune, like a trained nerf, always doing exactly as she willed it to. Swoopbikes were temperamental by their very nature, but an air speeder? As smooth as butter in her expert hands.

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Tonight, however, wasn't really about that, even if it seemed as if it might be. 'Dedata', her defacto... handler? I suppose? Anyways, she had sent word through very secretive and hidden channels that Sara was to go to a set of coordinates by a certain time. She was, in effect, being 'sent for'. Now, maybe it was nothing, but it could be something. That's the way this life seemed to go. She hadn't the slightest clue where her partner-in-crime, Ragos Terrek , was tonight and to top it off, her Aunty Esty was none too pleased with her plans tonight. She had had a pained look when Sara left earlier in the night. But so far, she had proved capable of surviving the night, and each next night forward. It seemed she had a knack for that, slipping out of trouble by the skin of her ass more often than she cared to admit.

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So, as she sat there, having arrived a few minutes ago, the passenger door swung upwards and over, and in the blink of an eye, it was coming back down with an occupant in the seat next to her.

"Yo, hope you don't have plans for the next few days. Gonna need you for a bit longer than a drive.

" She showed Sara the message while getting comfortable for the drive.

"oook..." she said at the very bottom of a slightly shallow breath. "Well, um, not...uh, exactly?" came next as she tried to take in the scene unfolding right now. Dedata was here, and talking to her like they'd been friends forever. If Sara wasn't more careful, Dedata might have caught her mouth fall open for a split second. This was one of the people that was not just made, but like, in charge of quite a bit. So it kind of came as a shock to her, what could she say? Sara glanced over at Dedata, eyes fixated on those damn cat ear protrusions on her helmet. She was still a sucker for anything cute, at least her version of the phrase. "I mean, you can keep me if you like, but I don't come cheap, yeah? Overhead's a karking nightmare." she said as she looked across still, winking quickly before turning her attention to the control yokes.

"So where to, Bosslady?"

 

[Dedata | Celty Ree]

Spoiler: Equipment

Weapons	Armor	Gadgets	Ship/Vehicles
Sparti Short Spear	Dedata's MK2 Helmet	Modified Datapad running Deda-net	The Shadow Broker
Ianus Kopis	Dedata's outfit	Data spikes	Dullahan
	Leg harness and bags	'Janus' Slicer Gloves
	BURN CORPO SHIT Tanktop	Flow Vape

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Shadow Broker Layout

Her eyes remained down at the datapad as she slipped a device Sara had used before to display what she was saying into her vision. Though this time a minor upgrade to use Dee's voice to read it. After all it was not smart to drive and read. "You ain't getting paid for this, but you will find the reason why later." Sure it sounded ominous though it was not something she could say here. This was something in privacy and seclusion. "Also to the shadow broker after that, those details are classified."

Her eyes would finally lift to view the skyline of the Coruscanti highrises. She could afford to live in one, a comfortable life but it stood against what she believed. Though the designs of the home she wanted seemed to get bigger with each passing. It was not intentional but a home had slowly become a retreat and a special location for her sect. There was plans for hired workers of epican people who had been rejected by their own society. A place of fair wage. Dedata was rich and not on purpose, it's how she planned to use the fortune that was important.

"Sara?, I don't think I have asked you this yet, but what do you see in your future. What is it you want to achieve?" Dedata asked typing without even looking at the screen. It was certainly a question that a moment might not be enough to answer. She wanted the woman to think about it. After all she chose Dedata out of the other two capo's. A working relationship goes both ways. So it was important to know.

The drive did not feel long given the hanger was not far, the location was a hassle but the security inside was as good as one could get on coruscant while keeping it visibly legal. A world like, privacy came at a cost. After coming to a stop inside the hanger Dedata jumped out and collected the bag. Mostly clothes but also cleaning products. Last time soot marks was left on the ceiling and was a pain to scrub out.