((Alright, just a preface before this post. Anyone who is NOT going with the main group, make it clear in your next post/ooc. If you're gathering information as per the captains orders, Make the roll. I trust you guys ^_^;
Took a little bit longer to get warmed up than I thought it would, but we're smooth going from here.
Also, Liam is NOT here.))
The journey from the ship to thier contact was not a pleasent one, the lot of them crammed into a group airspeeder, Summer mubling about her head, slowly rocking in her seat next to Red, Captain and crew discussing the do's and don'ts of dealing with hutts. It was no better once the arrived at the palace, though the building was as opulant as could be imagined for such a filthy world, they were given precious little time to enjoy its spacious entryway, the beautiful artwork and tapestries.
No, Captain and crew were shuffled off through a side hallway almost immediately, walked through detectors, searched and disarmed, surrounded at all times by at least twice their number in armed guards of various races.
And finally, at long last the were fed through another series of corridors, to a rather simple door. Inside was an office just as simple, a few chairs, a single painting, couches, A large wooden desk with papers strewn across it.
"Come in my friends, come in!" Came a rather simple voice, tinged with an accent one simply couldn't place. "Joseph, close the door. No more visitors until business is concluded."
Ushered fully into the room, the group would lay eyes on a pair of men as the guards took up positions around the room, their weapons at the ready, though thankfully not aimed. Behind the desk was the one that spoke, blue eyed, blonde haired, a wide grin on his lips making him appear paticularly wolfish, a long brown trenchcoat hanging open, the whole look of him chaotic
Next to him was his near opposite, black haired and much older, his clothing dark, sunglasses hiding his eyes, hands covered in leather, one would guess enforcer, though with the amount of guards that seemed unlikely.
"I am not what you expected I think." The man grinned again, flashing those white teeth. "Durga is a busy hutt, he does not deal on small contracts these days... too much on his mind, so you work for me as you work for him. I am Taylor." He motioned with his hand to the man standing next to him. "This is Mattias. He is Ex-Imperial intellegence, I would not mess with him or me I think, I would be polite I think for I am a very bad man."
With that Taylor paused, drawing attention to a beautiful blaster sitting on the desks edge, stroking it. "But enough of small talk. To business. You come for work, I give you work. A person has requested a... how do you say, big stick" He paused as Mattias whispered to him. "A hammer, big hammer as well. Planetary Ion Cannon. We have most of it, but parts also need to be obtained."
"This is where you come in. There is a base on Kessel. You have made run before yes? Well this base, it is imperial and they have recieved many shipments. Too many to deal with, and too far from oversight, they will not mind if a few bits go missing. We have a contact for you on the ground, you go, you speak to him, He will get you onto the base to take the parts."
"You do not screw with me on this!" The loud voice was a surprise, jolting them to full attention. "I will shoot you for fun, to test my good blaster. And Mattias, Have I told you he is Ex-Imperial?" Again he paused as Mattias whispered. "Oh yes, of course I have. You accept, you talk to Mattias."
((OOC: If you're curious, the accent is russian. My mafia bosses are always russian ^_^))
Took a little bit longer to get warmed up than I thought it would, but we're smooth going from here.
Also, Liam is NOT here.))
The journey from the ship to thier contact was not a pleasent one, the lot of them crammed into a group airspeeder, Summer mubling about her head, slowly rocking in her seat next to Red, Captain and crew discussing the do's and don'ts of dealing with hutts. It was no better once the arrived at the palace, though the building was as opulant as could be imagined for such a filthy world, they were given precious little time to enjoy its spacious entryway, the beautiful artwork and tapestries.
No, Captain and crew were shuffled off through a side hallway almost immediately, walked through detectors, searched and disarmed, surrounded at all times by at least twice their number in armed guards of various races.
And finally, at long last the were fed through another series of corridors, to a rather simple door. Inside was an office just as simple, a few chairs, a single painting, couches, A large wooden desk with papers strewn across it.
"Come in my friends, come in!" Came a rather simple voice, tinged with an accent one simply couldn't place. "Joseph, close the door. No more visitors until business is concluded."
Ushered fully into the room, the group would lay eyes on a pair of men as the guards took up positions around the room, their weapons at the ready, though thankfully not aimed. Behind the desk was the one that spoke, blue eyed, blonde haired, a wide grin on his lips making him appear paticularly wolfish, a long brown trenchcoat hanging open, the whole look of him chaotic
Next to him was his near opposite, black haired and much older, his clothing dark, sunglasses hiding his eyes, hands covered in leather, one would guess enforcer, though with the amount of guards that seemed unlikely.
"I am not what you expected I think." The man grinned again, flashing those white teeth. "Durga is a busy hutt, he does not deal on small contracts these days... too much on his mind, so you work for me as you work for him. I am Taylor." He motioned with his hand to the man standing next to him. "This is Mattias. He is Ex-Imperial intellegence, I would not mess with him or me I think, I would be polite I think for I am a very bad man."
With that Taylor paused, drawing attention to a beautiful blaster sitting on the desks edge, stroking it. "But enough of small talk. To business. You come for work, I give you work. A person has requested a... how do you say, big stick" He paused as Mattias whispered to him. "A hammer, big hammer as well. Planetary Ion Cannon. We have most of it, but parts also need to be obtained."
"This is where you come in. There is a base on Kessel. You have made run before yes? Well this base, it is imperial and they have recieved many shipments. Too many to deal with, and too far from oversight, they will not mind if a few bits go missing. We have a contact for you on the ground, you go, you speak to him, He will get you onto the base to take the parts."
"You do not screw with me on this!" The loud voice was a surprise, jolting them to full attention. "I will shoot you for fun, to test my good blaster. And Mattias, Have I told you he is Ex-Imperial?" Again he paused as Mattias whispered. "Oh yes, of course I have. You accept, you talk to Mattias."
((OOC: If you're curious, the accent is russian. My mafia bosses are always russian ^_^))
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