Log:Killing The Past 2: The Slicer
Yan begins building the team
OOC Date: 19th July 2018
Location: The absolute worst bar in Nar Shaddaa. Okay maybe not the worst.
Participants: Defiance: Zhu Yan and Tylin Creel.
The short story: Yan calls up an old friend out of the blue to get him out of a sticky situation.
The long story:
Nar Shaddaa. The third smelliest planet in the galaxy, after Rodia in second, and Corellia in first. It was a small bar, slightly less smelly, and definitely not classy, because Zhu Yan would not be caught dead in a place that wasn't a dive. Such as Zhu Yan. He was here, waiting, having sent a message to a former associate with the subject of $$$.
The first thing that Ty does is wrinkle her nose upon entering the dive. "Seriously" she mutters to herself before she tucks away her datapad and looks around. Spotting her target she steps into the place, the frown on her face gets worse as she has to nearly peal her boot off the floor. No telling what that is, or was. With a sigh left in her wake she makes her way to where Yan sits, eyes the chair and figures it is cleaner than the rest of the place and sits. "You called?" she asks with raised brows.
Yes, seriously. Zhu Yan was never one for class. "Tylin fracking Creel," said the diminuitive smuggler, standing up and holding out his hand for a handshake. His right hand. His left one was black for some reason. "You're right, I did call. Haven't seen you about much. How you been? Keeping well? Keeping outta trouble? Keeping flying?" Machine-gun mouth was definitely running on overtime. He hadn't changed a bit. Except the hand.
Ty's frown, directed more at the place than the company, changes to a grin "Zhu fracking Yan," she mimics him "I am doing well. Making my way along nicely," she adds before taking his hand, a bit of a glance at the left hand "I am guessing there is some grand and glorious story to that? One that I dare not believe, I am sure," she teases. As the waiter arrives she looks up "Something in a bottle. Beer, sealed." she orders before turning back to Yan and almost rests her elbows on the table but a test with a finger shows that it is nearly as sticky as the floor. "Nice place," sarcasm thick "come here often?'
"Nah, never been here before in my life." Wow, nice way to pick a place, Yan. Down he sat, bringing himself back to eye level. He was drinking from a glass of brown liquid that could have been called whiskey by someone blind, without a sense of smell, or taste, or hearing, or touch. Or any idea what whiskey was. Sewer water, probably. Yan really needed to improve his diet. "The arm?" he asked, gesturing to the left arm hiding in his iconic bomber jacket. He pulled back the collar of his shirt to reveal part of his left shoulder, showing that the synthetic had gone up that far. "Took a high power blaster bolt to the gap between armor plates. Sawed the whole thing off. Only just got the replacement!" He sounded way too cheerful for a man who was now a cripple. A functional cripple, but a cripple. "It was an assassination, but for a good cause!" Oxymorons abound. "Anyway, speaking of good causes, I need a slicer to wipe out a data vault on Thyferra, and you're the best."
A laugh escapes Ty "Next time I pick the place," she notes. A nod when he asks the arm and then listens about the happening of it. "Ouch," she gets out and her features show it is honestly felt. "Sorry to hear that but I hear they do great things with artificial things now." Trying to sound upbeat but clearly doesn't know. "Well if it was for a good cause then," a shrug. "I am the best," she responds. Not bragging just stating facts. "So," she draws it out "What is so special about this data vault that you need little ole me for? Or were you just missing me terribly?" Again comes that laugh of hers.
"My dearest Tylin, I am always missing you," said Yan in a low tone, but not a seductive one, because he had a Seduce skill of 3 and was utterly terrible at it. It sounded like he was messing with her, more like. "Do you remember our long walks on the beach? Sipping rhysac by the poolside? Screaming frantically as you almost crash the Redline into a skyscraper?" Oh he was messing with her. "Such memories are fond, and cherished!"
Ty waves her hand fanning her face "Oh the memories. Stop before I swoon, Yan." A roll of her eyes which seems to be the cue of her beer to arrive. Checking the bottle to make sure that it is sealed she cracks it open and sips slightly from it. "And, just to note, you avoided my question, dearest." A wink follows as she carefully places the beer on the table, making sure not to touch it herself.
"Yes well I'm getting to that," said Yan, waving his synthetic hand in the air almost dismissively. He picked up his glass of rotgut with a sticky tearing noise as it disconnected from the table, took a sip, and made a face that simply screamed 'I've made a terrible mistake'. "Next time, I'm bringing surface cleaner." Too late for that now, good buddy. "This data vault contains records of bacta caches across the galaxy, and it's one the First Order hasn't yet cracked. I have the cache locations, all well and good, but I don't want the Ef-Oh getting their hands on them first."
A dismissive wave of her hand about the cleaner "As I said, next time I am picking the place. I'll have to show you how the other half lives." Another slight sip "Ouch," Tylin repeats with the same facial expression she did about his arm "Those are tough nuts to crack. Those people are more paranoid than any one else I know of." A bit of silence falls between them, her mouth twists slightly and a finger traces on the lip of the bottle as she gets lost in thought. Finally a nod and her eyes return to Yan "Yea, that's a tough one. I am guessing it's not attached to the main grid if the," she looks around just to confirm for her self "Ef-Oh hasn't found it. Do you know if it is or not?"
"It's not. Thyferra runs their vaults in disconnected cells. If you want data, you visit the vault," explained Yan, looking wistfully at his glass and imagining it was something other than paint stripper. He put it back on the table and left it there, to become one with the muck. "Paranoia, in a nutshell." He nodded sharply, to underscore the point. "We need to wipe it on-site, to do that we need disguises, which I'm arranging. And I'm talking a total wipe. Brick the system. Not only do I not want them to know where the bacta is, I don't want them to know what data we were even there for."
"Damn," Tylin lets slip, not like her to cuss, much. A deep breath and a nod "You get me in there I can destroy it. Totally. I recently got a new toy that I am dying to try out." Nearly like a little kid mentioning her toys "It would be easier if I could connect my ship to the system but I think that's out of the picture." Another sip "So what's this job pay?" A smile that hardly touches her eyes. Something about job and pay is the root of her core apparently.
"Oh I love toys. I got a few of the rifle and heavy power armor sort, and the ship sort. I have a giant container freighter in Nar Shaddaa orbit that holds all my sithspit," explained Yan, grinning his head off. He loved his toys more than he loved his mother. "A flat ten thousand." Five digits. "Plus an extra five if you fry the system so hilariously beyond repair that it's a pile of slag." That was a lot of credits.
"A rifle, and armor," Tylin says nodding her head "I hope it's better than what you had when you got that," she replies pointing to his arm. A grin follows before she falls silent and then nods before holding out her hand for a shake "You just hired you the best dang slicer in all of known space." Then she adds softly "This will be fun!"
Zhu Yan took Tylin Creel's hand and shook it. "Welcome back to the crew, Tylin Creel. I've missed having you about," he said, with that typical big grin of audacity on his face. "I'd say we should get smashed to celebrate," he looked around the diviest dive to ever dive, "but not here. We'd actually get smashed to pieces."
Tylin beams "Well I don't, if you recall, get smashed but I would be happy to go somewhere with you," a glance around "Some where slightly more upscale that is. You know, where you don't feel like you have to disinfect everything upon leaving." A snicker. "Where would you suggest?"
"I dunno, this place had four stars," out of fifty, Zhu Yan didn't check very well, "on the average Holonet reviews. Then again it might have been by slime-eating creatures." Aliens. They were so not-human and Yan couldn't understand the whole slime-eating business. It was SLIME. Some species SHAT that. "Bunker Twenty-One? Lil Secret? Blue Light? Nah they're all hip and crowded."
Tylin can only laugh with a shake of her head "Tell you what, I'll follow you though I reserve the right to veto." She puts a credit chip down to cover both their drinks and stands "Shall we?" She asks as she holds out an arm to escort him out.
