Log:Explorer's Guild: Waldin's Cinco
Explorer's Guild: Waldin's Cinco
OOC Date: July 11, 2018
Location: Utapau
Participants: Explorer's Guild: Corr Waldin, Netep Muri, and Siha Archer with special guest stars, Darius Wildes, Vasani, and Usha
UTAPAU.
The arid sinkhole world is the home of many technological wonders, most of which involve how to live inside a sinkhole. That's not where the Explorers are going, though; not directly. "So," Corr is saying to the others as their in-atmosphere craft shoots over the surface of the planet below, "they got these hyperwind storms so that's why they're all livin' in these holes," pointing down at one through a viewport on the ship's floor as they pass over. Tourist ship. "Usually you'd just fly down in the hole and land somewhere, but thing is, these pet burgers- uh, burglars, they'd pretty easy spot us doin' that," he explains, waving at the nearest window. "So we're gonna land in the storm! It'll be fine, people used to live up here... you know, before it got too bad and they had to go in the holes. But it'll be fine!" With an easy grin, he slaps the side of the small craft as they descend into the storm.
Muri's flying, "Good work, Muri," muttered to her as Corr pulls on a bulky pair of goggles that definitely look like an old school pilot's but bigger and bulkier. "Make sure you wear your eye protection! I got a pair for everyone at Jibbins' surplus supplies!" he calls as another slap opens the back landing ramp. Immediately, the cabin is filled with roaring wind and a few candybar wrappers are whipped out of the seating area. The dust caught in the gale makes it nearly impossible to see more than a few feet, and Corr's wrapping a handkerchief around the bottom of his face. A handkerchief. "I got these for real cheap! It was way more affordable than real breathing gear!" Great news! "There's one for everyone! Really went all-out this time!" Goggles AND hankies!
"CRAP IN A HANDBASKET, MURI." Siha calls out from within her helmet at the rough landing, holding onto a strap hanging from the ceiling in this tourist ship, the woman muttering then to herself. She is once again injured and coming on a job with said injury, the woman favoring her left leg, the rough and tumble of the ship having jostled it around. The hankie and the goggles are both taken, hankie tucked behind a breast plate and goggles slung on over her head to rest on her neck. She ain't saying no to free ish. She only half listens to what Corr had said about the pet burgers, stomach growling a tiny winsy bit at the mention of food. Ugh. As the wind, dirt and other debris whip in she'll move to hobble off down the ramp, protected by her gear from those whippin' winds, "Which way, Waldin." Siha asks from within her helmet over the groups channel, static rippling through her voice at points, the storm interfering with everything. EVERYTHING.
"This Corr fella seems like a pretty considerate guy Spots. " Darius says to Vasani as he wraps the handkerchief, or in his mind cool bandanna for cool guys, around the lower part of his face. He pulls down the goggles, pulls them out a bit and then lets them 'snap' back onto him. "Ow!" He then laughs. The ship takes a rough landing but Darius manages to stay on his feet and exits the ship with the rest of the group. "Seehawww, thanks for telling us bout this! Dasani ready to save some history!" Thumbs up. Yeah, gotta embarrass the clan brother.
"Yeah, we definitely won't be spotted up here..." Muri mutters as the craft gets jostled about by the hyperwinds and a couple sharp overcorrections by her tensed little hands. "Only an idiot ventures out in these things." As for the protective gear, she's got a bit of her own slapped together, save for the goggles which get tugged on after touch-down and shawl re-wrapped about her head and face to keep out the grit. The usually-colorful Netep has now transformed into a drab, brown version that'd make her desert-dwelling ancestors proud. Flapping a clingy wrapper off her wrist, she tugs lightly at something on her waist. "We wanna clip together? Vis doesn't look so uh...visible." A glance goes to Siha and her fancy helmet. "For some."
Vasani also takes a pair of goggles and a handkerchief from Corr. She just met this guy and already he's giving present? Nice. She grabs on to Darius to brace herself as the ship has it's rough landing and then takes a moment to tie the fabric around her face and adjust the goggles around her lekku so she can wear them properly. "So we're landin out in the middle a' the storm." Vasani states, after it very CLEARLY has already happened. "We got this. Nice ta meet you guys!" She gives a happy wave to those she doesn't know yet and disembarks the ship with the others.
Upon their descent, Usha was glancing at herself in a compact mirror, applying some sort of serum from a small bottle onto her magenta cheeks. "Moisturizer, anyone?" Because the arid climate of Utapau is NOT going to screw with the plump skin she's pained to maintain. If anything her spice habit and her chain smoking will. BUT NOT UTAPAU! The rough landing reminds the Zeltron of where she is however and she quickly says, "I rescind my offer. You'll all simply have to dry out." Her sunglasses go on first, then the googles over them, then the handkerchief over her mouth. It muffles her words when she says to the others, "Well ... this is some state of the art tech ..."
Toting a backpack AND a utility belt, Corr turns towards Muri, nodding at her suggestion, if anyone can se him, and then yelling over the sound of the wind, "THAT'S A GOOD POINT! EVERYONE GO AHEAD AND REACH INTO YOUR EXPLORER GRAB BAGS," and he's totally handing out paper bags to everyone, mid-windstorm, "and pull out your rappelling harness! STEP INTO IT, CINCH IT TIGHT, HOOK YOURS ONTO YOUR BATTLE BUDDY'S. DO NOT LOSE YOUR BATTLE BUDDIES." Safety brief concluded, once someone's hooked onto him, Corr leads the way towards the rim of the sinkhole they're going down into. There he'll produce a stake from his pack and a hammer, pounding it into the firm, if parched, earth and looping a thin, strong rope over the end. "ALRIGHT," he calls to the others, turning around towards them, fingers tucking his bandana a little more snugly around his face. "We're going down THREE levels!" Three fingers are held up. "According to SCANS THAT I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR, that's where the artifacts are being held! Three! NOT FOUR, NOT TWO. Archer, you go first and show them how it's done!" This is a great scenario to be learning this in. As if to emphasize that, a piece of gnarly root comes flying out of nowhere at high speed and smacks into Siha, driven by the wind, and from there keeps sailing to graze Muri on its way past.
SMACK. RIGHT IN HER LEG. RIGHT IN THE DAMN LEG. Siha will grunt sharply as the root goes sailing on by after bouncing off her leg, left hand coming down to snap over said leg, a grimace blossoming beneath her helmet. Jeepers creepers, "I /ASSUME/ we're getting hazard pay for this idiocy ..." Seethingly hissed through clenched teeth, and she'll give Corr a very elaborate series of finger signals in a few languages that tells him exactly what she thinks of him. No love lost. Down she'll go, instructed to go first, the woman zipping down, her descent mostly controlled until she bends her knees and lands, a glance given up to the others. Her flightsuit above the flesh of her right leg begins to darken slowly, the woman glancing up to see who's coming after her. She is, in a word, not ..the one you want at the end of her rope. Her leg buckles a few times as she grimaces, hands holding as tightly as she can to the rope. But ...you know. She ain't got drugs to depend on. So whomever is stuck on her rope ..ahahaha. Sucker.
Darius does as instructed gets all up in his rappelling harness. "Huh, I can't climb for shit. You know you'd think we would have thought about stuff like this Spots. We have been here before, we were told what was expected of us,... Welp. " Darius says as he hooks Vasani and makes her his battle buddy. Did anyone expect differently? "Here goes nothing. LETS GO."
Over the edge he goes! Trying to mimic Siha to the best of his ability but no joke, Darius is literally all luck in how he manages to survive the climb. "Weeeeeee" He calls as he glides downward. He is having a time.
Muri shimmies on into the rappeling gear without complaint and clips herself to Usha, even if her belly's doing flips. She tried this once as a teenager. Once. The pool under the falls were the godsend of she and the other highly intelligent but gravely misled youths following along with her 'great idea'. Only one kid broke his bird-boned arm, so maybe this excursion will carry the same luck, yeah? She watches Corr hammer them in, then -- WOAH! There's not even time to scream, gasp, cuss, or duck as a GNARLY root comes flyin outta nowhere. It swooshes past the billowing fabric of her hood and grazes her temple. A fine, red line marks its trespass, but the arid environment dries the cut before it can even ooze. The Mando's comments light a bulb in Netep's brain so she shuffles forward in anticipation of her turn with the innocent query of "So who's payin' us to get their stuff back?" before she, too, draws the rope tightly and leeeans back to...hestitate. Creeeeak goes the rope. Omgomgomg. The heaviness of groat wool masks the anxious puffs of air as she works her way toward hyperventilation. Shitshitshit. Where's that brave 14 yr old NOW, Muri!? Aged out of the system, that's where. Fortunately, some of that dessicated ground crumbles just enough that AAAAAAAH! she's left no choice. The gal descends at the rate of a nervous spider. By the time she hits bottom, there's little worry of dropping poor Usha when the Zeltron goes plopping over the side because her knuckles are cranked TIGHTLY on that rope and rump one with the ground.
Vasani has TOTALLY got this. Its real windy though. Corr explained it pretty clearly though. At least... she thinks he did? Eh- can't be that hard, she'll figure it out!! At least Vasani thinks she will until she slips and starts falling. She does her best to hold in a scream, limbs flailing around until she is caught by Darius. "What a good battle buddy!" She says, however she is unable to hide how shaken she is in her voice. "Okay okay. Get to the stuff. Take the stuff. Get outta here." Vasani runs down the mission one more time to calm herself from the moment of almost falling to her death.
"I do love a good party favor," Usha admits as she pulls her harness out of the paper bag. With some finagling, she manages to get it on her body and suddenly stands with confidence feeling much more explorer-like now. Her No. 1 Philosophy - the clothes make the woman. "OKAY HE SAID LEVEL FIVE, RIGHT?" Usha yells to Muri, her battle buddy they mutually hook themselves into each other. She can hardly hear Corr, but she also barely dodges the gnarly root. And that's only because it two people before her, yay!
Teetering at the edge, Usha's excitement grows as she watches the first few descend. "Hah, I wish all the kids back home could see me now. They always said, I was a nobody that would amount to nothing," the Zeltron begins to monologue, "WELL LOOKIT ME NOW HARPIES. I'M USHA - QUEEN OF ADVENTURE. HEAR ME ROO-AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" That high pitched scream is coming from the queen of adventure, who like Vasani plummets so fast that only Muri's boss-ass grip saves her from certain death.
"When have you ever not got paid?!" Corr yells back at Siha and her rude ass, watching his Explorer children descend one at a time like a mother bird kicking babies from the nest, torn between laughing and crying with joy/terror. Stepping up to the edge of the rim to peer over, he doesn't see anyone still falling into the void or actively taking the rope, so the explorer hooks himself on, backs his heels up to the side, and steps off. With practiced ease, he rappels down the side of the sinkhole, taking the trip in big, lengthy bunny-hops before swinging in at the third level, using the momentum to carry himself in under the ledge and drop neatly onto his feet safely away from the edge. The goggles go up on his forehead now that they're out of the hyperwinds, tugging the bandana down around his neck so he can breathe more easily.
"Alright, looks like everyone made it in one piece," he announces after a quick visual scan of the bodies in here, his voice starting out quite loud from yelling up above and quickly tapering down in volume. "Remember, these are high-skill art thieves, so, they might not be your usual, runna the mill bandits, but they're still nobody we wanna run afoul of. As to who got robbed, lots of people, I expect, but we got hired by a nice lady over in Parmac Tower as was robbed by 'em, okay?" Satisfied with his own answer, he throws down a small device from his utility belt that deploys into a large schematic of the sinkhole, a phrase that here means 'a rolled-up piece of paper that unrolls'. "So we're here," he explains, pointing at a spot on the side. "And we need to get there." Another spot deeper into the wall of the hole. "Keep your eyes peeled for security." The area where they are now has the look of an abandoned mining facility or something similar, with large furnaces lying dormant, their bellies empty of the fire that no doubt once roared there in times past.
Leading the way deeper in, Corr takes them towards a tunnel heading away from the sinkhole itself, and after a short trip in the dim light, they reemerge into another large, open area, still lit with yellowy, dated LED fixtures that look like they may have been left on by the last crew to work a shift here. In the center is what appears to be a small prison compound, with a square wall lining the central building. "What do you want to bet the art's in there?" he asks the others, sticking to the side of the tunnel and nodding towards the structure.
"There's a difference between regular pay and hazard pay on top of said things, Waldin." Said right back at Corrs' beige ass, as she unhooks herself from the rope, a nod given to Darius briefly and something that sounds like a grunt. Grunt. Harness still on and hooks jangling she takes time to look at the map and try to memorize it. Left hand unconsciously rubs at the very injured wound on her leg now, gloved fingers coming away with painted fingertips in crimson as she then moves to follow the man in Beige. As they emerge from the tunnel she'll slow her limping, head tilting back to take in the area, helmet tilting this way and that as she adjusts her view, "Or their most coveted honey pot for shitting." Groused softly, the woman licking her lips unseen, right hand going to her hip, bloodied fingers of the left lifting and pointing, "So ...we have ..either really ..neat lookin' statues or we're not alone." Her hand skims to each corner of the room as she points out sentries, "Let's hope for neat lookin' statues." Said as she presses her right hand to her blaster, fingers curling around the grip. She's in no shape for slicin' and dicin' today. McShooty it is.
Snatching his fiance Darius gives a little smirk and whispers. "Adventure-" But cuts himself off as the 'Queen' tumbles down over and is caught by Muri. "Your grace!" Darius waves to Usha with a sly grin. "You showed those Harpies!" He then lands with Vasani and takes out his blaster pistol. "Corr, big man! Stun or Kill? What is the explorer guild's policy for art thieves?" Cause in Darius life everything always ends with blaster fire.
Maybe it was realizing how easily Ve almost just fell to her death, or maybe being -real- adventurers now has him all excited but as the group reaches the prison compound Darius isn't paying much attention. Nope! He is sneaking smooches on the blue Twi'lek.
"No, I love you more. " He says in a sweet voice. God. Sickening. Gonna throw up. He is also gesturing his blaster a bit, and after one more smooch tries to adjust his goggles and is spread in the eyes by some weird liquid. "MANDIE SHIT"
It's great that Usha faired better than that Omwait kid. Really great. Netep flashes her a shaky grin once her own fingers are dislodged enough to pull some wrap away from her mouth. Vasani likewise gets a thumbs-up for her equivalent bravery. Fraidy cats unite! "It'll be better, going up," she assures aloud whether it's true or not. At least here, 3 levels down, the wind is not howling so deafeningly in their ears.
By the time their fearless employer has joined them, she's unclipped herself and is busy gracefully picking the harness straps out of a crevice or two and shaking her pants legs back into a more comfortable fit. "Ahhh..." an enlightened sound and knowing smile about the 'nice lady' follows while she pulls the goggles down and leaves them to hang around her neck to have a squint at the map. "Peeled they shall be." And peeled they are.
"If only they /were/ statues, I'd merrily abscond with the one on the right," she whispers after having a nice, long look at the posted guard. Eye candy. "Less handsome are the turrets I spy up there." And jerks a thumb pointedly at the building's rooftop while trying to turn/blend discreetly with the corner of tunnel they've just left behind.
"Dare shhh- we gotta look cool in front a the new guys! ... butnoIloveYOUmore." she whispers, giving him another quick smooch. "Wow these goggles really do have a lotta buttons, where'd ya say ya got these again Mr. Boss man Corr?" Vasani twiddles around with her own goggles, also getting sprayed in the eyes. "EUGH!" She exclaims, quickly taking them off her head, revealing big green splotches around her eyes now. "Ew.... uh- what? Statues? Is that the art we're lookin for?" Vasani's attention is quickly drawn back into the moment when the strange figures are pointed out. "No? Not statues? NOT STATUES!" She repeats, taking her blaster out and getting ready for some kind of confrontation.
With the help of Darius' cheering, Usha collects herself from the fall, yanking off of the goggles and the hanky. The sunglasses stay in place. "I sure did," she says confidently but also clears her throat. Her hand shakes as she grips Muri's shoulder with gratitude, "Thank you very much, darling."
Taking along a little less hubris for the rest of this journey, Usha follows along with them down the hall, spotting the same guards and turrets that both Siha and Muri had spotted. "They're definitely packing the kind of heat that I'm not too fond of," she agrees but then whistles lightly to point the others' attention to the outline of a door with a control panel next to it. "There's our entrance. If it's locked, I don't know how to mess with the buttons. So someone should come with me..." She holds finger up to her lips in a 'Shhhhhh' motion. Slowly and quietly she sneaks her way toward the door.
"Good eyes, everyone," Corr murmurs encouragingly to the group, even Darius and Vasani, whose eyes are now a fetching shade of Endor Green meant to discourage shoplifters from making off with Genuine Jibbins' Surplus Store Goggles. Whoops. When Usha slips across the space towards that hidden door, a sort of postern gate that is (hopefully) controlled by that adjacent panel, he nods after her and waves the others forward, his own pace as he sets out a little too eager. A can of Serious Stim Syrup (the favored drink of all Pau'an teens and mining workers) gets in the way of his boot, making a sharp, empty metallic clatter in the process. He freezes, but none of the guards open fire or look towards the group, yet, a pair of them busy yelling to each other.
"Yeah, Paadik said he'd cover my shift next Katunda so I can go pick up some of those little Utai hookers from Pau City for the party this weekend."
"I told you I'll cover the bill to get something taller, I'm not a freak like you sickos," etc.
Frrrtttttttttttsssssstttttttt.
Siha pauses mid-limping shuffle towards where Usha is going, her eyes going wide beneath her helmet as she freezes as a riotous sound begins to eke out of her backside. That earlier tummy grumble she attributed to wanting the food mentioned was instead the grumblings of a tummy unhappy with the anti-biotics she's on. Her gut flora as a result is throwing a wild party, dancing and flouncing around within the tripe of her gut, and her right hand goes to clutch her stomach as she tries to pinch her buttcheeks together. A straightish legged struggle is thusly had as Siha tries to ever so quietly make her way over.
fffffRRAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTrrrrrrrrrrrsssstttttttsqueeaaaaaaaaaak.
Breathing heavily through the comms one can almost hear her sweating, "Epan are'ela ..." She mutters, another few 'poofts' of sound escaping her, her head rolling forwards briefly, look on her face unseen but ...she might be in some pain. Aside from the leg. Who's got Grepto, the Huttese Pepto!?
"You just rip one?" a voice on the wall calls out.
"No, you kriffer, he who smelt it dealt it."
Oh. Yeah. Pay attention Darius. Probably shouldn't be smooching Vasani with turrets and guards around. But it so romantic here! Even with green stuff sprayed all over your face. Following in line with everyone else Darius has his blaster ready and tries to be all sneaky like. Though that isn't his forte and after hearing the guards chatter he grimaces. "Utai Hookers? Gross." He says a little louder than he should. A pause and he looks to Usha, trying to whisper. "I mean, progressive?" Another pause, another loud whisper.
"Siha, is that Clan Tul armor? I think mum installed self cleaners in the upgrades. If you need to go, you can just go." A lie. If you just go you are shitting in your armor.
"Look, you hobknocker, I know you just ripped one. Fess up," the voice calls again.
"I will kick the teeth down your scrawny throat if you say that again, hell's bells. You need to see a doctor, Ellwep, that shit ain't right."
Oooohmystars that sucks. Netep's eyes also go wide while her mouth does the opposite and tries to hold in the snorty-spurt of laughter just dying to erupt, with about as much effort as Siha's sphinctor is issuing on the other end. She struggles to keep an eye on the distracted sentries and edges daringly close to poor Siha /just/ long enough to tap her arm with something pulled from her heavily pocketed belt. It isn't Grepto. It's some possibly generic-ish brand but who's to say because it ain't writ in Aurebesh or even Huttese symbols for that matter. Whatever it is, it's packaged in a teensie foil packet. "I've got more back at the ship," she whispers in a cringy sort of way that /wants/ to be sympathetic but almost isn't, then scampers off to meet Usha at the door.
"Hey, battle buddy," Muri breathlessly crouches against the frame and whips out a datapad gizmo. A little tinkering with the panel itself lets her shove a probe into the port and BOOM. A few nerve-wracking finger sweeps over the pad manage to override the lock. *Zwip* It blinks green and starts to slide open. Her hiss of victory is kept quiet, face craning around over shoulder to gesture frantically because SHE is so not going in first.
Vasani is well experienced with the whole sneaking around thing, and as much as she may want to scold Darius for being just a LITTLE too loud, she totally knows better. She silently makes her way, so far seeming to be one of the only ones who hasn't had an issue with this whole sneaking thing. And these guys have been doing this for how long? She shakes her head in disapproval, making a mental note to take the others aside for a quick lesson in being sneaky when they get home from this. And check it out! by the time Vasani got to the door, Muri had already got it unlocked. She stays close by the group, only peeking into the door slightly before others can go into it.
By the door, Usha waits for the rest to catch up, keeping her blaster at the ready, just in case. A cringe is given when the beige leader hits metal. A grimace, when Darius raises his voice a little too loud. But the flatulence, her jaw simply drops. "Foul," she mouths at Siha, and pulls the hanky back out again to wrap it around her nose and face. How is she supposed to work under these conditions???
"Do your thang, battle buddy," the Zeltron chimes back at Muri, who does indeed do her smart people things! We should all thank her for being here. She is a gift from the godz.
The door slides open to reveal a small sort of courtyard around the central building. Taking a quick look around Usha says to the others, "It looks like the coast is clear, but everyone keep your eyes open. If we keep moving quietly, I think we can break in through that window there without drawing any attention." She points to it on the other side of the courtyard. And holding her breath (and her butt cheeks should she follow in the Mandalorian's example), she sneaks again through the door, keeping tight against the walls toward their target window.
While the door is unlocked and Usha leads the way into the compound, the argument up on the walls continues. "I had that gastric bypass surgery last year after the Life Day party where Ninin's cousin fell off a balcony because someone spiked the Jawa juice and I /can't/ kriffing fart anymore, /you know that./ Why would you say that to me? That's just hurtful."
"...I'm sorry dude, I didn't mean it, I forgot about that. ...is that the one where you have to eat through a hole in your intestines?"
"You are one ignorant son of a bitch, you know that?"
Corr, being an ex-military operative and all that, ghosts across the space between the outer wall and the building's wall, sidling up to the window next to Usha, the blaster pistol on his thigh still in its holster. "Good, we can ingress through here," he murmurs, waving the others over to join them, having reverted to hand signals in order to keep STEALTHY.
"Nope, this ...ugh ..was bought off some creepy hooker dude who lives in those Parmac Towers. He offered to let me live with him, after he told me about how ..weird his bones were. And not the weiner bone. Though ..." Siha ebbs off in her words to Darius, head bouncing from side to side as if she's unsure about the last. definitely not about to shit her pants for his amusement today. Now ..accidentally for his amusement might indeed happen. And it smells rancid. And it's all contained in her suit. Oh today is a day of hell. Like rancid meat bathed in battery acid. But she won't die from an infection!
While Corr reverts to hand signals, Siha employs her full suite of ass signals. Stealthy like. It's one long frrrrrrsssttttttrrrttttttPERBLEwerrrppppnnnnnnssssttttttttttttttttttttt.
PHRTsrrttsrttttsrtttsqueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. It haunts her. It follows her. It clings to her heels. Every sound coming out like a broken hissing pipe with every shuffle of her feet acrosds the way as she remains crouched. The more the men talk about farts the longer hers goes. It's like anxiety farts at this point, the more she catches snippets of convo from the sentinels.
HRRRTTTTsssttttttttttttttffrrrruuuhhhh? Why is fart here? Does farts existence extend beyond this moment? What /is/ fart? A whole existential conversation is had within that soft noise that ends in a question that ebbs off in a soft whisper.
Darius is following along and has tried not to talk too much. It is hard. It is really hard not to use his lips to make noises. Trying his best to get to Corr and Usha quietly Darius nods totally not understanding hand singals and attempts to whisper something pulling down his bandanna. But then the smell. Oh gawd the smell hits him.
That is when the liquid comes up, and Darius spews all of the delicious food that Vasani had made earlier in the day everywhere. Yep. Loud puke spray, going to the left and going to the right. He finishes, wipes his face with the bandanna and throws it on the ground. "So we are probably gonna blast our way out now right?"
AHahahahahaaaaa...The blend of immature amusement and fearful nerves fail to keep the stupid grin off Netep's face as she slinks along in the not so stealthy wake that Siha leaves behind. One hand is clamped over her nose and mouth, belly heaving with silent, wheezy snickers until Darius's heaves for /real/ and that adds a whole new smell and /taste/ to her sensory experience here in the 'middle' of this terrible train. All right. The gig is up, probably, so she just stops and turns around to indirectly face those guards they'd left behind with the thought that she may as well see it coming. Both hands go up in a deliberate show of exasperration and she /sighs/. Loudly. "Paadik said this was meant to be a /sexy/ surprise, people. How sexy are ya gonna be now, holed up in his buddy's bunk, smellin like ... dietary regret?" She hisses with a deliberate finger point at Darius and resumes her course towards Corr and Usha. "If he stiffs us, I'm takin' my share out your next job."
Usha stands by the window and waits for everyone to gather. Though she smells and hears them coming before they even get there. "I don't understand. What is it that we ate on that ship? Are we all gunna get it?" She tightens the handkerchief around her face even tighter. Turning around, she slowly slides the window open and taking a peak into the dark room, she spots a switch and reaches inside to flip it. The lights go on inside the room to reveal ...
PRICELESS ART. The room is filled almost to the brim with artwork, as the light quickly reveals.
As the light is going up, the two guards at the front corners are just exchanging glances, puzzled but not overly upset. "Paadik ordered a vom hooker? I didn't know he was into that."
"Don't kinkshame, man, you've got a tantric bypass."
"I told you not to talk about it!"
Corr is too busy peering in over the windowsill to the inside of the room, eyes scanning for a few items in particular. "Alright... let's get in there, get as much as we can, and find a way out. This thing was a refinery, they had an elevator in the rear for easy access to the surface, should be able to take that once we've got the goods." Hauling himself up and in, it's more of a mantling action if you want to get technical, he quickly locates a painting of half a dozen Akk dogs playing sabbac around a table and after breaking it out of its frame, carefully stores it in a tube from his pack. A few other items are stowed away, before he glances over his shoulder at the others to point out a small area of artifacts/artwork set apart from the others. "Get that severed hand and the drum if you can, we need that box that looks like it's got the Emperor's best slippers in it," he instructs, indicating a clutching Trandoshan appendage, an absolutely beautiful instrument whose ruddy surface is embossed with delicate red and yellow flowers, and finally, a box carved with strange, arcane symbols, almost hieroglyphic in their appearance. Of course, there are many more things to potentially recover, for those with grabby fingers. Jewelry. Paintings. Sculptures. These thieves did not discriminate.
Siha Archer has grabby fingers, "No, it's these bloody antibiotics I'm on, they're meant for Gann physiology but when you use an alley doctor for your medical needs you don't get to be choosy ..messin' me up good." Said over the comms from within her helmet. She, on her gloved fingers, will pop rings on, a bracelet here, ooooh, lookit those boots. She will go over and gingerly crouch down, reaching out for a beautiful old pair of deep brown boots that go just below the knee, mens, but she's not choosy. She will, however, sit back with a soft frrrttt escaping her, kicking off her own boots and tugging on the new ones, toes wiggling inside, a pleased humm coming from in her helmet. Extending one leg out she makes vague waving motions like Ja'hanna Wheet, Turbine of Death host, showing off the find. Yaasss. She'll carefully ease up, favorinng that injured leg, hobbling over to a truly horrendous statue of a naked Chevin stretched out in languid repose upon a curled leaf, the thing about the size of a football, carved out from some sorta metal from Rishi for those who care about such things, "Oh Ori's gonna love this, he's so ugly ..or she ..I .." She just doesn't know. What else were they looking for? Oh. THIS. LOOK. She tucks the Chevin statue/figure in under an arm and goes over to another a pertified Porg, the thing dessicated and old and leather, Siha taking it up in her free hand and cradling it in her free arm with a loving cant of her head as she gazes down to it, "So beautiful."
"Sorry, sorry!" Darius mumbles to Muri. Man, these thieves are way more accepting than Darius thought they would be. Don't kinkshame the puke play. Gross. But hey, enlightened? Following Corr and the others he gives a low whistle as they enter the priceless artroom.
"Well, this is neat. " He goes straight to recover that Trandoshan appendage before Vasani can get her blue hands on it. In its place he lays down a Dantooine Ranger Badge, with the name 'Ranger Fjord Mooters' on it. Cause that is worth keeping in a priceless stolen art hideout. Other than that Darius seems less interested in the art and more about doing what Corr tells them.
Muri's climb through the window is a lot less graceful than Mr commando's. She hikes up a leg at first, decides it doesn't stretch that far, then grapples with the inner rim of the sill for a better grip like that's gonna help her upper body strength defy gravity's pull when hauling the rest of her up and over. Her little bunny hop is a poor assist, but a few extra wriggles and grunts sees her summiting the sill and dropping down into the billion-credit cache of goods.
Netep goes for the overly ornate shoebox! She turns it over a few times in hands to skim the symbology with a farsighted squint before catching sight of Siha's modeling from her peripherary. "Nice." Her head keeps on bobbling approval: approval for the boots, approval for the taxidermy, approval for the entire contents of this room really. Might not be a library, but there's definitely a faint gleam of rapture in her eyes as she floats from shiny to shiny, fingers gliding itchily over everything in her path. While the left hand's got that box tucked up under arm, her right suddenly picks up a blobby pink figurine carved from stone. It's a small fetish, shaped like an unshapely Kitonak, and certainly isn't /that/ interesting to look at. But....curiosity gets the better of her and she lifts it to her nose for a sniff. Yes. The porous stone has indeed been infused. "You know these people smell quite sweet?" she waves the alien figure about. "Meet one for the first time in a dark alley and you're like to startle, but their odor /is/ rather enticing." *Sniffsniff* "Some artist had as equal sense of humor as they did knowledge of xenobiology..." But enough about that. She puts it down so that the next thief might appreciate it, too, and goes back to examining her first pick - the box. "Wroshyr wood. Expensive stuff." Muri shakes it gently alongside her ear, listening intently and picking her fingers along its edges. "Should open...somehow. Quite...the...puzzle." And she sits down, brain requiring full concentration now in the face of this challenge.
Once everyone is inside, Usha is the last to slip through. Her climb is just as awkward as Muri's, with little to no body strength to help her. She does try the hopping thing, but after a few attempts, she just gets winded and instead takes a moment to pause and light up a cigarette. After calming down, she gives it a second attempt and manages to get her body through before slipping through the window with a CRASH.
But when she rises again hearts form in her eyes. It's been so long since she's had access to such fine luxury, and she sure as hell is going to take advantage of it. She first picks up a long glass tabac pipe, and then holds it up to admire how the material breaks down the light into a rainbow. And then, her jaw drops, "I'm pretty sure that this is pure diamond ... " That instantly gets wrapped in a cloth and thrown into her bag. Walking her way around the room, she picks up jewelry here and there. A small painting or vase that would look nice in her shabby apartment. A bust of a very regal looking Bothan is heavy but tucked under her arm. "Oh yes and a drum," she tucks the object under her other free arm and turns to the rest of the group. "Okay ... mama is happy. And ready to get the kriff outta here."
With the goods in hand, the Explorers, aka incognito vom-kink prostitutes, slip out the way they came in and make for the back of the cave/tunnel, able to locate the old elevator just as Corr described. The doors trundle open, they pile in, and the doors groan shut again, a static-y old jizz tune croaking from the speaker in the ceiling, a little polite muzak while they wait for the elevator to go up all three levels. At the top, a trapdoor is all that stands between them and the surface, and after a brief walk back through the howling gale, they're back on their little ship and zipping off to safety!
Another job well done.
