Log:Jedi: Oh No You Don't

The Jedi try to get information on Nar Shaddaa

OOC Date: August 21, 2023 (Optional)
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Galen Dawnstar, Qutha Buvu Pah, No-Koh Kenobi and GM'd by Rey

In the heart of Nar Shaddaa's Corellian District, neon lights cast a vibrant glow upon the bustling streets. Crowds of beings from all corners of the galaxy weave through the labyrinthine alleys, their voices mingling with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares. Above, holographic advertisements flicker, bathing the scene in a kaleidoscope of colors.

The Jedi were asked to send some people to a specified location tonight, to pick up some valuable intel that was gathered from the Hutt Cartel. It had to do with wealthy Hutt Lords who have been buying up Jedi artifacts for decades now, from lightsabers, to holocrons, to the location of supposed Jedi temples that even Palpatine never found.

Was any of it legitimate? Who knows. But the asking price was high enough to warrant a look, and the best part? The person asking it was willing to give it for much less to actual Jedi, and had been proven trustworthy in the past several years too.

The meeting site? Near a small bazaar area off of the Corellian District slums.

A handful of Jedi were tasked with going to the pickup spot, the mouth of an alley beside the bazaar, where they'd wait for the contact to arrive from the alley itself.

Dark alleys.

Standing with his hood up against the Nar Shaddaa wind and rain, hands fidgeting at the hems and his head ducked to keep the acidic water off his skin if he can help it, Qutha waits with his senses extending all around him. Cheap offers and ones of materials like this were as likely to be traps as legitimate.

Farmer Pah, you think everything could be a trap these days.

Suppose it's why he's still alive.

Galen sighs a bit as he looks around the pickup spot near Qutha and the others, "This place always smells like trouble." His thumbs are hooked to his belt and his hood is up over his head because it's likely rainy and miserable outside.

With no Rey, or any of the other Jedi on Nar assigned to this, it is just Galen and Qutha, though Yuun was last seen finding a parking spot for the speeder that they used to get here...

The rain does indeed continue to fall, questionably clean rain, especially that which drips off of the old district's buildings and their rather filthy facades. The pair have to wait for a fair amount of time, about 30 minutes no less, before finally there's a beep on their data devices. A beep indicating the contact is arriving and looking to ping the Jedi to see if they're here already.

Within moments, movement is visible down the alley, a pair of figures appearing within it, though they only speak to each other for a few moments before one separates from the other, and begins to walk the 50 or so feet toward the mouth of the alley where the Jedi are...

Is it a trap? Not exactly. Not FOR the Jedi. But is it a trap for what the Jedi came here for? That could be argued.

From a shrouded window on the second floor of one of the alley walls, a blaster shot rings out, sizzling its way down through the wet runoff within the alley, and landing right in the side of the Contact's head. He crumples like a bag of bricks!

It is but a second later that a giant 8-foot tall droid solidly lands upon its feet beside the man's body. It crouches down to pick up the man's belongings, then instantly starts to run in the opposite direction from where the Jedi are, its stride planned and precise, its heavy droid feet thudding on wet pavement!

Nothing to feel emotion. Nothing to tear through the ever present sensation of danger here on Nar Shaddaa - when the shot comes it is unexpected. The falling body tumbling out of the dim candlelight of the sentients immediately diminishing presence in the force.

Qutha's instinct is immediate, hand lifting and then fingers clenching to 'grab' the droid at distance. Brow knit and eyes swimming into full focus as he projects his will through the currents of The Force. The affect is immediate, not ideal, but better than the headache he'd risked when the droids footsteps are slowed but it's movements aren't arrested.

"Big hoss..."

The droid's metal feet begin to splash on the wet pavement as it fails to gain traction. It starts to flail its limbs in a confused fashion, as it searches for what could be causing this. It suddenly sweeps its body around, spinning its whole midsection around to face the Jedi, and it sees Galen advancing on its position.

Its right arm snaps up, with a metal clank! Its wrist-mounted blaster cannon pops out, and it instantly starts to unload a barrage of blaster fire at Galen!

The sounds of the blaster bursts cause people nearby to start to scatter, and the last remaining man in the alley who'd come with the Contact to start to flee back in the direction that he and the Contact had come from!

The droid continues to fire, its wild shots aimed at the Jedi pursuer!

"Oh bother..."

Seeing the arm raise when Galen approaches it and jerking instinctively at the report of fire, rushing forward to try and close the distance now and trying to think fast for what to do without bringing his saber out in public. Boots slapping wet pavement. Hustling with his cloak blowing out behind him a toss of his head like a disgruntled eopie sends a rocking strike of kinetic force into the droid's hip to knock it off balance.

A flick of his hand as he moves to a jog conceals the next that batters the droid's weapon arm in the hopes of keeping further shots off target.

"Dear oh dear..." huffing and puffing all the way.

The Cartel droid is summarily launched straight up in to the air, its rigid metal body shooting up past the edges of the buildings that create the alleyway, where it flies off in to the rainy sky. With the backdrop of lightning lancing through the dark clouds above, the droid suddenly detonates in a fiery explosive burst of kinetic energy!

The lightning in the sky flashes again, adding to the ambience of booming sounds rolling across the landscape.

And the rain keeps falling, keeps on washing down the buildings, and over the Jedi in the alleyway.

A second later, and there comes a noise from where the Contact had first appeared from an alcove in the alleyway. "Hey!" The second man says. "Are you Jedi?" He asks in a stupidly loud whisper, the rain and ambient noises at least likely covering it up though, and yet still everyone outside the alley seem to be staying just-so, far away from where blaster fire had sounded off minutes earlier.

The strange man waves a hand toward Galen and Qutha. "That damn droid killed Keg..." He says, his eyes momentarily glancing toward the Contact's body a few feet away in the alley's puddle-filled center.

"We're who you're wanting to meet, you're not looking for Jedi, you're looking for us."

Qutha's hand goes out as if looking for balance as he moves his fingers as if to wipe across a board. Getting to his feet in the aftermath of the explosion and moving in the direction of the man loudly declaring who he's trying to speak to.

It's not even a conscious action due to life in this day and age. Instinct takes over and he lets the force direct the words that came from him.

"We gott'r be quicklike, reckon, eh?"

Or perhaps organized Keg's death, the likely result and he expression on the Zelosian's face dims notably as he draws something out of his cloak and holds up a single silver decicred chit.

"How about a corusca gem?"

Once more feeling his grip in the force waver, Qutha's frown tightens and he looks at the coin as if he's upset it's not what he said it was.

Eyes narrowing, the old orchardist stares at the skittish man, expression still sour but maintaining his silence for now with his arms folded across his chest.

Noki joins the group late, arriving behind them and watching the exchange with a solemn, quiet look. She's not one for preamble or haggling, but Galen seems to have a good command of the situation. For now, she remains quiet, turning slightly to observe their surroundings in preparation to move at Galen's behest.

Galen nods, "Ten thousand? You've got yourself a deal." He carefully reaches into one of the pouches at his belt pulling out the credit chits and offering them over, "But first lets see the data have to make sure you've got what we're payin for before we pay you know?"

"Hurry up, take the money and give us the data so we can get out of here and you can get your money." Qutha bites out, looking up at the Corsec officers en route. Not much time now.

Galen hands the credits over as he reaches for the datapad, "Thank you for making a backup... And I'm sorry for the loss of your friend." Once the transaction is complete he looks over at the others, "And with that it's time for us to be off. Be on your way and be safe."

The compliment paid toward Noki earns a toothy grin. She quietly thanks the man when the exchange occurs, and like the others, she's moving away before something worse happens. Her hands go into the pockets of her long coat after tugging the collars. Time to skulk out!

The man accepts the credits with a look telling that he's never even seen this much credits at once before. He hands the datapad over, then slips the credits in to his satchel. His hands both go up then to smear the water on his face back ove rhis head, pushing his wet hair back too. "Th-thanks, you all know how to make a real deal, Reg ... should've known better than to do this." But really, it was just wrong place, wrong time.

The CorSec officers shine bright lights down the alleyway, and the pudgey man turns then. "Good luck out there." He notes as he starts to scurry off.

The sounds of radio chatter can be heard from down the alley, the officers making their way further and further in. Eventually they reach Reg's body, and one of them nudges him with the tip of their boot, before the second speaks in to his comm.

"We got another body. Better send the science folks out here, though not sure they're going to get much from this one. He's just got a burned blaster hole in his head. Pretty straight forward."

Another strike of lightning lights up the alleyway, while the neon signs of the bazaar market beyond it cast eerie shadows across the lines of civilians huddling under their rain gear and glowing umbrella shields.