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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 2, 2006 15:40:54 GMT -5
***This was a cantina in the Corellian Sector on Nar Shaddaa. Many...less than legal...actions take place here.***
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 7, 2006 20:08:42 GMT -5
Dace and his men stalked in. 10 of them along with their captain. Dace was grinning at the familiar site. It was here that he originally took command of the Left Hand, after a quiet death of one of the former lieutenants. Dace stood reminiscing for a moment, then decided to sit down. His men followed him. He ordered drinks for all of 'em. A liquer for Dace and some beer for the rest of them. They had come here to talk business, but so far their contact had not appeared.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 9, 2006 19:27:07 GMT -5
A few hours and a good many drinks later, no one had sat down with Dace and his men. This distressed Dace. It did more than distressed him, it outright pissed him off. The leader of a smuggling ring doesn't have time for no-shows like Kastor Vejn. Dace left one of his men in the bar, one of the more sober ones, and left briskly. The rest of the troop hopped in the two speeders and back to the Wild Fire.
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Post by guruman on Aug 15, 2006 14:23:43 GMT -5
The door opened and in walked a Zabrak with a hood on followed by a droid. Acar moved next to the man and asked, [shadow=red,left,300]You in the Left Hand?[/shadow]
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 16, 2006 11:51:54 GMT -5
This man, named Hin Scrotan, looked this man up and down, gaging him.
[glow=red,2,300]Who wants to know?[/glow]
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Post by The Conman on Aug 18, 2006 17:02:07 GMT -5
OOC: At the moment, Arnun is a merc. Her ship can only smuggle small loads (Less than 40Kg) , so she will do it, but only if the pay off is enough
IC:
Arnun walked into the Rimmers Rest. If she was going to get a contract, this is where it would happen. She looked around, and a number of the males were watching her. Typical, you don't see a Rutian Twi'lek with a DL 44 every day. She sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, waiting see what was going on, looking for people she knew.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 18, 2006 18:06:11 GMT -5
Scrotan held his hand up to the guy he was engaged in a conversation with, and turned to the Twi'lek sitting in the corner. He smiled. You don't see Twi'leks walking around with the DL-44, the "smuggler's pistol" as some call it. Scrotan walked over to the Twi'lek and sat down, uninvited.
[glow=red,2,300]Are you interested in a job?[/glow]
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Post by The Conman on Aug 18, 2006 20:54:28 GMT -5
Arnun looked over at the man who had just sat down. He looked like he fit in with the crowd here, so she figured he wasn't regency off the bat.
"What do you have in mind?" she said.
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Post by Latus Itani on Aug 18, 2006 20:59:49 GMT -5
He knew this was a bad idea... the request was hastily writted and he could feel the corrupt of each race about him. Latus also knew the credits were good, and, if he was accepted, he would have a fighter for spare parts. He wanted those parts... a little bit of mechanical know-how went a long way. Both Problem and Solution were at his waist and Silbernes was tucked safely in the folds of his black leather duster. His appearance would lead none to believe the truth about him...
((OOC: Problem/Solution: twin Westar-34 Chrome Plasma Blasters, Silbernes: Silver Bladed Long Lightsabre))
He could feel the presence of others... like minded others, looking for the job. He could also feel... the mind of the employer, surrounded by others like him. Latus supposed that he may have to act competitively if he was to gain this job. Quickly, he glanced over at the one who requested the aid... Dace, supposedly. He did not look, or feel happy about... punctuality of the other smugglers. Other thoughts could be felt concerning the Smuggler ring...
It took Latus a moment to realise that the one he supposed as Dace was a second in command. Grinning at his luck he strode to the table where the man named... Hin and the Twi' Lek were sitting.
I am here for a... job.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Aug 19, 2006 4:05:42 GMT -5
Hin looked up. So there was another who wanted this job. Dace would most likely like 2 smugglers for this job, since there was a big load. Hin was tired of interviewing, though, and decided to just lay all the cards on the table, if they ran or if they were Regency agents, he could just have them vaped.
[glow=red,2,300]The job is simple. You're smuggling some highly illegal material into Regency space. The material is cortosis ore. It appears that some of our high-level contacts in the Regency have a use for this valuable stuff, and they'll pay through the nose to get it. You'll be paid 50,000 credits for a successful run, and we'd be happy to have you come back for more. If you want the job, go to the Left Hand Shipping Company Headquarters on Bestine. I'll give you each the coordinates, and tell Dace that I sent you. [/glow]
Hin glanced at each of them, then retrieved two datacards from his pocket and handed one to each of them. He then downed the last of his drink and walked out.
OOC: Sorry to make this so quick but i'm leaving for about 5 days. If you decided to take the job then go to Bestine and you have my full authorization to get into the stores of cortosis ore there. The regency wants it delivered to the Regency Base on Jabiim.
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Post by Latus Itani on Aug 19, 2006 9:46:47 GMT -5
((OOC: and by leaving in 5 days do you mean for good or will you be back?))
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Post by guruman on Aug 19, 2006 11:14:02 GMT -5
Acar turns and walks outside, two Zabraks join him and they walk to Majestic IV. Acar enters the ships cockpit where the driver is sitting waiting for him [glow=green,2,300]General, we have just received a messege from Ha'kar.[/glow]
[shadow=red,left,300]Show me.[/shadow]
[glow=green,2,300]Yes, General.[/glow]
The pilot presses a blue button and a hologram appears. [shadow=blue,left,300]General, we have just received 2 crates of heavy weapons from Iridonia. They say we have new targets.[/shadow] [shadow=red,left,300]And who's that?[/shadow]
[shadow=blue,left,300]The Left Hand.[/shadow]
[shadow=red,left,300]Ok, we will collect the weapons on the way to Coruscant.[/shadow]
Acar presses the blue button again and the Hologram dissapears. Acar knew there was a left hand member in the Cantina but he could catch him another day. Acar sits down in the cockpit and the pilot takes of and flies from Nar Shadaa.
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Post by Latus Itani on Aug 19, 2006 11:31:14 GMT -5
Latus nods to Hin as he stands up to leave. Latus finds a table and orders a drink, glass of Tarisian Ale...
How long has it been...
As he puts the glass to his lips, he feels something... though he isnt sure of its nature or purpose he pays for the Tarisian ale and returns to the Broadsword. Soon, he is sailing upward toward Bestine... he can tell something is going to happen...
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Post by The Conman on Aug 19, 2006 22:37:25 GMT -5
Arnun looked over at the other man at the table, and left a short time after he did. She had a bad feeling, but 50 000 worth of credits was allot of money she thought on the way to her ship. She got in and suddenly got a feeling that something was amiss. She ignored it, figuring that it was her being tense before a job, no more. She started her ship and took off, destined for Bestine.
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Post by The Conman on Sept 1, 2006 22:32:11 GMT -5
** From Jabiim **
Arnun arrived back on Nar Shaddaa without incident, save for the fact that she still hadn't been paid. The Guy back on Jabiim told her that her employer would take care of things, so she came back to Nar Shaddaa to find out what was going on. She walked into the RR and ignored the myriad of whistles and stupid things that the males of various races said in the presence of a female, let alone one who smuggled.
Arnun looked around for the man who had initally approached her, figuring that he was the one to talk to, and spotted him sitting at a table in a booth at the other side of the bar. She walked over , and when she got there she spoke
"Dace?" she asked, looking at him, " Could I talk to you for a moment if you aren't to busy here?" she asked.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Sept 3, 2006 13:04:36 GMT -5
Hin looked up at the Twi'lek who called him Dace, recognizing her as the woman whom he'd hired for the job. She was probably here to collect her pay.
[glow=red,2,300]I'm not Dace, nor am I the one who pays you. Hold on a moment.[/glow]
Hin retrived his comlink from his pocket and keyed in Dace's personal comlink. Dace answered quickly.
[glow=red,2,300]Yes, Hin, what is it?[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]One of our smugglers from the cortosis job is here and wants pay.[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Ok, get her account number and i'll transfer the money.[/glow]
Hin put the comlink on the table and looked up at the Twi'lek.
[glow=red,2,300]I'll need your account number to transfer you the money.[/glow]
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Post by The Conman on Sept 3, 2006 16:17:47 GMT -5
Typical payment jazz... she thought. Some contracts were much more convoulted than this one was as far as payment as concerned, so just giving an account number was not big deal.
"The account is Munnilist Central Bank number 2707XB2. " she told him.
Arnun would clear out the account and distribute the funds into a number of smaller accounts at different banks, to make the funds harder to track in case the Regency was watching.
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Post by Ras Surrell on Sept 4, 2006 19:20:34 GMT -5
Hin sent the number to Dace via a text communication. [glow=red,2,300] You should be getting your money in a few moments.[/glow]
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Post by The Conman on Sept 7, 2006 20:30:55 GMT -5
Arili got the transfer and decided to go back to Correllia. She needed to get some things dealt with with regards to her father, there had been rumors she had heard before his death pertaning to her having a sister, and she had to check this out. Not only because she had no immediate family, but having a sister was a serious problem. What if she did something incredibly stupid, and they went after Arnun instead of who ever her sister was? she thought. If it was true, it could complicate things immesely.
* Move to Correllia. *
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Post by Cyberguy on Sept 7, 2006 22:48:58 GMT -5
A thin man, looking to be about twenty and wearing oil stained clothing, wanders inside and sears himself at the bar.
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