Who could have guessed that this would happen? (Cinthra)

[Seir'ari]

Location: The Boorish Bantha mobile bar (large non-combative ship, stationed late-night at a galactic Entertainment Hub)​

[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

Sarri heard about some little 'planned attack on the Republic' rumors from the usual rabble during the bar's operation hours. Honestly, when everyone and their mother wanted to attack the damn Republic, it stopped being amused drunk ramblings and more or less became an annoyance worthy of denying the offending party drinks from that point onward.

It's not even like he'd want to upset the Republic, anyway? Republic? Pfah. He had enough of people who came to his bar just to remind him that slaves are wrong, and legally there wasn't a single solitary thing that any true lawful soldier could do to him due to the fact that they haven't been able to prove that his slavery wasn't a part of his Twi'lek culture. And it was. Part of his Twi'lek culture of 'getting his way' and 'not giving a damn'.

He had enough to worry about, anyway. Since the Entertainment Hub that his ship was docked at was closing down, as was he. Sarri was busy with wiping down the countertops; moisture of any time long-term couldn't be allowed on his ship. One of the few, but manageable, demerits of gutting a luxury vehicle and using it as a shady bar. And the people responsible for spilling said drinks on his beautiful bartop were happily dozing off in the company of a few slaves who had made rather overt attempts to appear incompetent in hopes of getting their freedom. The drunken drifters bore freshly-shaved heads and had miniscule bulges on the back of their skulls, resembling the barely recognizable marks on Sarri's own slaves. Purely coincedental, surely. A... 'happy accident', if you will.

The Twi'lek's security was significantly lower than usual. There were no pig-headed guards stationed outside his facility, no mind-reading Miralukans to smell out rats. Any and all recording devices in the main lobby of the ship were left on though, and he'd made a point of sending that encrypted warning out to whomever may have been behind all of those recruiting warnings. If anything was going to be happening, it needed to look realistic on his ship for legality reasons.

Of course, he wasn't doing anything wrong. Not legally. It wouldn't be his fault if someone took advantage of this very tender situation. He hummed quietly to himself as he continued to wipe down the tabletop, making sure that if he smiled it was on the side with his face-obscurring patch so that it wouldn't show on the cameras.

 

[Edric Vanyan]

A very quite whistle was heard as the two guard that remained outside the man's business soon found themselves with sabers in their throats and then fell to the ground dead, a shame though because one of them had a pretty face. Oh Well. The dark personality cared no more than have a moment as she walked right past their dead forms into the business, speaking to the man, her voice altered beyond any chance and even though a helmet protected her from view she wore scramblers that would not make her but only a blur on cameras. "You, you are the owner, no?" She looked directly at [member="Seir'ari"], her voice direct and devoid of any emotion.

(( BTW, still Cinthra, but the part of Cinthra that would do something in such a way.))

 

[Seir'ari]

[member="Lady Hel"]

Sarri's wince at the guards being killed was genuine; he was thankful that most of his task force were self-trained, or else he'd really be having to answer to some monkey families to explain how they ended up saber-struck. Damn force-users and their theatrics.

When the figure approached him, he kept to his self-given character role and stayed at his post, a hand on the black market cattle prod that he usually had on his person. As much as this person was playing into his suggestion, he kept himself armed just in case the rebel decided to destroy the place. Or if he had to fake a fight. "Hnh. We're closed, haly. And we have a strict no-weapons policy..." he narrowed his eye at the fallen figures just outside of the doorway. "... Because zat." He grumbled a swear under his breath and didn't even need to bother to pretend to be irritated. Did they really have to kill the redhead? Damn. He was going to have to invest bigtime if he wanted to find something like that. Sarri mourned the loss of a sight as opposed to that of a life.

"You have a reason to bozer me, or should we just wait for zi security to deal whizz you?" He pressed a button under the counter to signal for help (though that threat was barely worth anything and the universe knew it; the only security in the Entertainment Hub was the galaxy equivalent of a glorified mall cop), though as he did so his only working eye glanced in the direction of the slightly ajar room. There, his gaze tattled to the other. Right in there. Despite his look of apprehension on his face, his heart was practically soaring at the fact that this was going as-planned. The Republic had it coming a long, long time, and the fact alone that he was willing to stage a robbery showed the hate that he couldn't show without suspicion.

 

[Edric Vanyan]

"Shut up worm head and just be a good little stain on this galaxy." She turned and scanned over the bar before heading ti the door that his eye had moved to glance at, she would have pried the location out of his head forcefully anyways as part of the act but she let the man keep his thoughts. Moving through the drunk... or rather moving them harshly with a nice little tug through the force she cut open the door's controls. She had paid the twilek enough for everything he was losing in this, and even if she hadn't he wasn't in the position to whine about lost items anyways. Inside were a number of slaves that she already had the codes for their nice insurance policy and it took little for them to realize what was happening. "Hello Girls, come with me and you wont have to die." [member="Seir'ari"]

 

[Seir'ari]

[member="Lady Hel"]

He wasn't going to say anything, but... 'worm head'? Woah there, you just might make him swoon. Sarri had keep the eye rolling to himself and ducked down behind the counter to remove himself from the equation according to the documentation.

The hodge-podge of slaves as well as the men that they were with were surprised out of their drunken sleep (yet another reason why Sarri was so done with them). The drifters grumbled incoherently and rubbed their shaved heads, a collection of rodans and humanoids, in confusion feeling the lumps on their heads. "What in the...? Hey! Who the hell are you!? This is a private room!!" The slaves in the meantime were looking confused as well, but when they notice that the men they were with had little 'bumps' on their heads, their hands went to their own transmitter in shock, eyes wide. "Hey!! You can't-- Guards!! GUARDS!! THERE'S SOME-- MMFH!!" One of the men snarled at the outsider but had their mouth covered by one of the male slaves among them who was shaking with a silent, barely controlled rage at making the connection that they'd all been prepared for this by their own master.

Sarri wished he could see the look on their faces as they realized they'd all been pawned out. It could've been his phone background image.