Log:The Irregulars: Irregular Supply Run
The Irregulars: Irregular Supply Run
OOC Date: March 3, 2020
Location: Smuggler's Run
Participants: Sesti Greystorm, Jax Greystorm, Rial Het, Nova Korell, Kryll, Dyannah Nerus, Sajin
Just like the Jeweled Plaza, the Wupallo Drive is included in the enclosed dome. The sky far above consists more of durasteel than its transparent counterpart, though enough of it remains to allow light to pass though.
The transparisteel refracts the light just so, shining beams down around the enormous area so that they might strike surfaces mirrored to bounce the light to illuminate the more predominant features - such as the opulent and huge Hutt homes of the most powerful. There are a few places of business here, but all have the face front of a beautiful Hutt home and loitering is unacceptable.
These places are located more closely to the Jeweled Plaza, and are considered either membership only or specialized boutiques for accessories for all races from Hutts to their slaves and attendants, clothing, make-up, and more.
The homes further along reflect the age and power of a clan's territory and influence in Nar Shaddaa, a number of estates acting as a place not only for a single Hutt, but also the more influential members of their Clan to better establish their power base.
Smugglers Run, wonderful place this time of year.
Well, this time of year isn't the best.
No time of the year, is, really.
It's always full of ruffians of all persuasions, and you never know if the pile of clothing against the wall is sleeping off their booze or sleeping off an eternal slumber. It's part of what adds to the noisome ambience of the place. Down an alley, past a few piles of said rags, there's a steel door with very obvious portals to the sides ready to open fire on some unwanted person standing on the front step. It's to this door that the Irregulars have been given a lead, and an entry card that will hopefully keep those portals shut... since they do look quite shiny from being opened on a regular basis.
Is Kryll a ruffian? I suppose that is up for debate, but either way Kryll is here and even after visiting a medic he's in a bar with his armor on, and this time helmet happily secured over his head to conceal the misery that is on his face. Next to him at the bar is a white and red BB droid, perched on the stool so he can converse with him without looking down, and perhaps to give him a sense of equality. <"Ok, so, the meds are helping, but I still think that perhaps I should have simply stayed at the ship and slept."> his voice augmented a bit from his helmet as he speaks. His rifle is slung over his back, pistols at his thighs, and anything else stashed somewhere on that armor.
"Plainly, these people take their security seriously," Nova observes, having moments ago observed the well-worn gunport hatches. "Let's hope they're as welcoming to guests as they are ruthless to intruders. And that they remember we're the former, not the latter." If the false documents work, anyway.
Jax was here in his Katarn Clone armor. Is he ruffan? Depends on who you asked. He is a Greystrom after all. Though today he's providing security and walking in quiet formation watching for problems as he goes. As Nova points out the gun hatches. "Maybe smile nicely and offer credits? That seems to make most people more friendly... up to a point."
Playing old money comes quite naturally to Dyannah, being just that. The family Nerus is and has been the epitome of old money for generations now on her home world, maintaining the family estate through successive invasions. Nouveau riche, on the other hand, amuses her. Dressing the ostentatious display of bodyguards with the family crest and colors, burgundy and gold, which just manages to not clash with her pink skin, had made her giggle. The jewels, overdone, gaudy, and exact replicas of the trendiest from a Coruscant uptown boutique fit the bill. Her blue hair has been coiffed and styled into an upswept extravaganza fit for an evening ball - the right amount of out of place to call attention to herself in an arms deal. The slinky full bodysuit that doesn't really hide her figure is calculated to distract from the decollete to the over tight outline of her derriere.
Everything she dislikes in essence. At least it makes her laugh.
"Rial, dear. Do you have the card?"
Enter Sajin, King of Drik, in his Void Armor and helmet on. It covers his features, being a sealed environment capabale of EVA and used by many many pilots around the galaxy. He walks towards the side, flanking the group protectivly on he outside. He scans the horrizon, vigilant, taking note of those ports. <<"A good spot to lay down supressive fire from...">> He mentions to Nova, <<"Not so great when they finally make it up clase and toss a grenade into your kill-box">>.
There's several varieties of scum. There's dirty scum, desperate scum, angry scum, and pretentious scum. Rial, bedecked in garish colors and strutting into the bar beside Dyannah as if he owned the place (or more accurately, as if his father were about to buy it), is clearly one of the latter. A day's growth of stubble on his jaw, and a chrome plated handcannon that screams overcompensation on one hip, he leads Dy in with an oily smile. "Course I have the card. But first a table and whatever passes for fine drinks around here."
The interior is in contrast to the dingy exterior, the opulence of Nouveau Riche bent on making sure that everyone who enters knows that the owners of this place are RICH, like, really, really, really, rich, abound. Sturdy and gleaming surfaces cast reflections of those who skulk, or stalk, or parade among the tables and past the bar. Blindingly silver outfits garb the bartenders and servers of all races, chosen for their beauty and grace to entice patrons into buying the fizzing, sparkling drinks and perhaps parting with secrets after a beverage or two.
The bartender stops by Kryll to ask his order, making sure the mirror shine in front of the man has no smudges as she waits with a head tilt and a smile for him.
Of course, the entry of the Zeltron in her skin tight suit, and the over-compensating peacock next to her are immediately noticed, and an ingratiating twi'lek sails up to them, bowing his head to them. "Distinguished guests, we could not possibly wish you tarnished with mingling with the rabble. I am certain you would prefer a private alcove with your own service, would you not?" He waves a hand to the entrances raised on steps around the room with garish, lighted, beaded curtains, bowing his head slightly again.
Sesti is wearing her regular armor again, with the long, dark, coat and deep hood. Her med pac is concealed underneath at her hip, but the saber strapped to her back is obvious, and there's a glint of metal at her boot as she walks. She glances over to the Katarn armored man, and gives a little tug at the garish maroon and gold 'decoration' Dyannah has bestowed on them to place it further from her face before she sneezes and ruins her menacing presence.
Kryll looks up at the bartender, <"Whiskey please, and leave the bottle."> he puts down the credits for the bottle and looks about the room. <"You are right Six, keep an eye out for me as I am not at one hundred percent. I will rely on you to watch my back."> he reaches over to place a hand on the droid's sphere, and then places it back on the bar. <"I feel like drowning myself in bacta till this passes.">
Nova tries not to gag as the local host notices her 'employers'; the Twi'lek is obsequiously and quite obviously trying to get them to pay more for the accommodations. But she's only the bodyguard, so she holds her peace and keeps watch. On the comlinks, though, she doesn't hesitate to offer a little advice, in a whisper so her voice doesn't carry through her helmet. <Stay sharp. If I read this guy right, he's the distraction. Real trouble is somewhere close by. Oh, and Dyannah? I emphatically suggest that you don't even /think/ about bending over...>
<So there's a difference between New Rich and Old Rich?> He looks down at his painted armor and then to Sesti. <Well that explains some things.> Though his voice on com and allowing him to continue to play the role of silent security. That Corsec Academy finally coming in handy and he knows how to look like the part of an honor guard. <Why you got to mention grenades? I'm still have the ocassional nightmares about a miscalculating Res Sargent and some grenades.> His eyes searching the crowd.
The group does the sleaze. Menacing sleaze as they drip jewels and guns. The elaborate hairstyle hides her earbud. Her eyelashes flutter as she tries not to guffaw aloud at her social secretary, Nova's quip.
Nodding to the Twi'lek, Dyannah has a moment of alarm that she hides behind a proud look, one doesn't cozy up to the servants, as she tries to read his intent. "Good," she says tersely over coms when they are lead into the private alcove. It bodes well for business.
<<"My wife has an affinity for grendes and explosives. They used to call her Demo girl back in her...">> Sajin then looks to Jax, <<"More /rebelious/ and younger days.">> A clearing of the throat before he reguards the Twi'lek. It's not exactly his place to be saying anything. He was low in this pecking order. It was a familiar and comfortable place to be with his chosen profession.
Rial Het greets the obsequious Twi'lek with an exhale of, "*Finally*," that mixes pride and presumption. "Yes, a *private* alcove, clearly," he agrees with a punchable smile. He seems blithely oblivious to the trival details of security, preferring to lavish attention on his arm candy (except when distracted by one of the silver-clad employees).
The twi'lek bows again, obsequious and pleased with the acceptance of his offer as he leads to them one of the larger alcoves, with room behind the round couches that surround a round table lighted from underneath. Even Jax and his Katarn armor can easily stand guard behind whichever couch the disgustingly rich couple decide on.
Sesti looks over to Jax. <<If new rich means wearing these ribbons and... what do you call it, frufru? I think I prefer Old Rich. Can we go Old Rich next time?>>
It isn't long before the group in the alcove's chatting is disturbed not only by one of the serving females in her blindingly skimpy silvery costume, but a large zabrak that has filed down his horns to be barely visible under the hair that he's allowed to grow over them. His red skin and the black tattoos are the only markers that still show his Zabrak heritage. He is armed with blade and blaster, and flanked by two fully armored body guards of his own, their race unknown, being the perfect silent watcher type.
His smile is expansive and he opens his arms. "Greetings, I am Kast Morz, owner of this fine establishment. I must thank the person who invited you to my establishment, please, order what you like. Be comfortable! I am sure customers such as yourselves are here for the very best we have to offer..." his gaze strays down to Rial's hand cannon, calculating the cost and then roves over the rest of the group appraising their apparent wealth while he makes himself comfortable on a couch.
Kryll reaches up to rub his face, however his helmet is still on and all he accomplishes is an awkward facepalm and then massaging a head cage that doesn't appreciate it. He sighs, grabbing the bottle and making sure its closer to him so nobody takes it. Being on whatever meds the staff provided him seems to have him a little groggy, so neither he nor six spot the hooded fellows sitting behind them watching the owner go into an alcove. He looks towards Six, <"If I were to get inebriated in my current condition, would that make me feel normal again? Does one illness negate the other perhaps?">
BB-6A "beep" (BB-Series 10148) shakes his head "ee beep ee click *cackle* beep ee click boop ee *cackle* ee beep boop click beep click click click click beep beep ee. boop too click click beep beep boop boop click boop click ee beep beep click."
Nova follows the lead of her employers, moving to the side of the couch and watching the owner and his guards closely. He certainly goes for the personal touch... and of course, tries to get everyone to buy the most expensive stuff on the list. This place drips with enough avarice to float an MC-80 Star Cruiser... assuming one could.
The weapons he wears, on the other hand... <Everybody, don't dismiss this guy just because he's the host. Those weapons bear the marks of years of use, probably by him.>
<That would be her. I didn't know what became of her. I hope she's doing well.> Jax looks at the owner, his hidden visage going to a frown under his helmet, <This guy is trouble. I've heard the Inlaws talk about him. Zabrak Merc and killer. Nova's spot on here.>
A sense of foreboding flares in Dyannah when she opens up her empathetic senses to their well-armed host. The zeltron's eyes slide to Nova; she gives her a minute dip of her head. Smiling as widely and falsely as the host, she leans forward, affording him a view. "The gun you carry tells me a lot about the mind behind this business. The rumors were true, and we've come to the right place."
Rial reads Dyannah as well as a Zeltron, picking up her caution and alarm. She simpers smoothly, "Why don't you ask him what other things he has on the menu besides drinks, my heart?"
<<"She is doing just fine. Takes care of our daughter and well... other more important things mostly.">> As the smarter (literally) folks do the talking or otherwise, Sajin is busy casing the place for threats. His helmeted head turns around and around, looking behind their group. His body finally moves when his neck can't turn anymore, leaning back just a bit to get a better view of the establishment. His gaze ends on a group of cloaked figures looking towards his better's alcove. There was something about them the King and very experienced combatant didn't like about these hooded beings. So he stared at them back, facing them, in a very confrontational posture as if to say. 'What are you lookin at?'.
Rial Het turns his smile from Zeltron, to server in skimpy silver, to Zabrak in a languid sweep. "Mmmm. The menu, yes. Mister Morz, your reputation for excellent taste precedes you. As you say, the very finest, so let us begin with a bottle of Alderaanian wine and once it isn't gauche, I'm very interested in seein more of.." his eye wanders back to the server. "What you have to offer." A bit more ogling, and he returns his regard to their host. "Specifically in regard to larger scale power. Military grade hardware is so common around the galaxy, I'm lookin for something a bit more.." he motions one hand, searching for the right word, before settling on, "..*more*." A preening moment of consideration.
"I'm prepared to *start* with the possibility of personal disruptors, but I've heard rumors of the odd laser sword being sold in the Tattoo System, and if any common Tatooine dirt farmer could put one up for sale, I've no doubt a gentleman of your resources could manage something as impressive. The sort of thing that simply *seeing* would dissuade an attack. You take my meaning, I'm sure?" After a moment, he adds. "Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind a frigate, either. Though that may be beyond your means." By his every manner- even the minor distractions he indulges while discussing such high (and illegal) stakes- Rial really might be that rich.
The lead man at the table notices Sajin's look and stance, but lifts his chin a little more to look past to the owner and the light lands on the tattoos that mark his dark brown chin. As Rial talks, they seem to come to a decision, and rise as one from their table. The bartender looks up and the serving female sent to fetch the Alderaanian wine scuttles out of the way. One of them roughly shoulders Kryll in the back as they make their way to the alcove. They don't stand on ceremony as they mount the stairs and the leader puts back his hood to approach.
As the hood goes down, Sesti glances sideways to Jax and keeps her head ducked down to shadow her face in her hood. <> she mutters in the comms, speaking of the helmet at her belt. <<His Jota marks him as Brotherhood>>. Her hand tenses, but she doesn't reach for anything yet.
Kast leans back on his sofa as he looks up to the newcomer, although his posture has shifted to that curved readiness of a cobra about to strike. "Juzzzz," he drawls lazily, but his eyes are sharp. "I'm busy, you should wait your turn." One finger lifts on the hand that he's laid along the back of the couch.
"Funny you should say 'turn'," Juz growls. ***Zabrak*** "It /is/ our turn. Look at you, pathetic attempts to look like a human. You are no Zabrak. You do not deserve this place. We're here to clean out the trash." ***end Zabrak***
Kast, for his part, continues in basic. "Oh, I do not think so," he drawls again. He glances pointedly over Juz's shoulder where three more of his guards have appeared while folks have hastily cleared the floor, and those in other alcoves are ducking down.
Kryll gets bumped from behind, he doesn't turn to look, he doesn't reply he simply is bumped. <"It appears I am wider than I appear."> he glances to the side, as all of the shady moves are happening. <"Six, it appears that things are about to get nasty in here. Hold this."> he picks up the whiskey and hands it to Six, who takes it with a small mechanical arm. <"If anyone breaks it, just tell me who to shoot. And you may need to get into cover."> he gestures below the bar, putting the droid in a poorer sight line. If blaster fire happens, Kryll will sit through it, dealing with the suffering that is a headache and face pain, and knowing if anyone bothers to actually shoot him, his response will be immediate and burning hellfire.
BB-6A "beep" (BB-Series 10148) grabs the whiskey and then wheels off the barstool clanking onto the floor to roll under the bar behind Kryll's legs. "boop ee beep click beep beep *cackle* beep beep ee boop beep ee *cackle* ee boop boop beep beep beep boop ee beep beep beep ee too ee beep beep. boop click *cackle* boop ee click beep?"
Watching some or the displays in the place, Nova gets an idea out of nowhere. She casually opens up the computer in her bracer and gets to work, looking for a weak point in the systems here...
Aha! The menu constructs for the tables! She slips through the public-accessible security within moments, slices into the maintenance system connected to it, and is inside Kast's arms catalog in moments. <Jackpot... this guy's connected to some seriously loaded folks. I'm seeing hardware in here that defies imagination... and he /definitely/ could get us a frigate if we wanted one. A good one, too. We're in the right place.>
She shuts down the computer just in time to see the new folks coming over... and their tone of voice suggests just how bad this could be. <I don't think they're aiming at us... but I doubt they'll be that careful if they start shooting. Look for cover, folks. Should we back Kast up?>
Even as she asks, though, she's sliding her stun baton from its hook on her belt. In these quarters, blasters will be as much a danger to their users' friends as their targets.
<Rial, next time ask for an AT-Ssssss, Oh Kriff us.> Jax manages to say sounding breathlessly as his hand falls on his Dl-44. <They just decided to wipe out our host and clean out the trash. I can tell you we're going to be considered trash." The blaster pulled and open fire at the leader of the Brotherhood gang. Rumors of Corellian's shooting second are obviously lies.
"Why insult to injury! No wine for us, darling." A flick of the hand to the others, all of the simpers fade from Dyannah's voice and demeanor. Nimbly, despite the tight pants, she leaps over the back of the couch and aims at one of the incoming not giving them a chance to explain the threat. She is no super hero and hits a man already down to her chagrin.
There isn't so much as a flinch as the blaster fire from his compatriots roars to life, likely creating havock amongst the less experianced or oherwise innocent. He draws his vibrodagger from his utility belt, thumbing the power on it. It humms and crackled with high pitched frequency resonating through the steel which makes it's edge sharper than normal smithing. <<"Looks like your leader is down. I'll give you one chance to turn around and leave because last I checked... Knives ant got a stun setting...">> He takes a stance, one of someone who has martial arts experiance. It's Hapan though, so rare in form but similar to many others through the Galaxy.
Rial Het turns his attention toward the new arrivals with clear distaste, informing Juz with a groan, "You're not the wine girl." He notes the remainder of the 'Brotherhood' Intruders. He adds with indignance, "*None* of you are the wine girl!" When the shooting starts, he doesn't continue the distracting banter, nor does he reach for the handcannon on his hip. Instead, in the time a pair of eyes need to blink, a heavily modified holdout pistol has been produced from one sleeve and he adds three blasts at short range to the Brotherhood's harsh welcome.
As Jax seems to understand what Juz had said, and opens fire, Kast's eyes go back to him, that sharp gaze not flinching in the slightest at the bolts searing into the Brotherhood's leader. As the rest of the Irregulars open fire, he raises his hand to show a palm to his own guards, freezing them in their tracks. They remain alert, weapons at the ready, but they don't enter into the attack.
Two of the remaining Zabrak back into a defensive position, weapons drawn, as Sajin threatens them. They are not going to leave, but they do not press the attack early. Only one presses forward, drawing his blade and heading towards Jax with a snarl. "You should not have interfered," he tells the armored man as he attacks. The unexpected blast from Rial spins him off target and he completely misses. His yellow eyes glare at Rial momentarily and he looks to the two on the stairs still. "What are you waiting for?" He demands harshley in Zabrak. "An invitation?"
Sesti draws her vibroblade, but the Brotherhood hasn't made it to the couch, so she launches over the furniture and takes up a protective stance in front of where Dyannah jumped back to hide. As her hood falls back, one of the waiting zabrak looks up and sees her face. "Gath!" he exclaims, and his hesitation vanishes as he begins up the stairs. In the bar, two more hooded figures come from another room and head towards the alove to help their brothers.
As for Juz, he's still breathing, but his eyes are closed and he's not moving.
"So much for anonymity..." Nova says aloud, seeing one of the intruding Zabrak recognize Sesti. And no doubt the now-running Zabrak is intending to tell someone, and doesn't have a comlink. Someone really should stop him...
Well, Sesti's not her employer, but they're here together, right? Nova lunges forward, catching the man in just six strides. Her first sweep with the baton catches the man in the legs, putting him on the ground as they go completely numb!
"Sorry, pal, but you sure got hired by one dumb boss," she says casually, and jabs the baton into the small of the Zabrak's back. One loud, bright display of thrashing and arcing stun energy later, he's on the ground, still, and drooling embarrassingly. Nova moves to the bottom of the stairs. "Any more takers?" she demands, looking up at the two goons coming that way. "I should warn you, I'm paid by the takedown!"
As Wuk comes charging at Jax, the Corellian drops down as the blade sweeps out where his neck would have been, "I have never understood why people bring vibroblades to blaster fights." Then turns to bring his blaster pistol up to shoot a trio of close quarters stun bolts at the already injured member of the brotherhood and missing. "Alright, I'm beginning to see the appeal."
Jax Greystorm says, "Sorry, pal, but you sure got hired by one dumb boss," she says casually, and jabs the baton into the small of the Zabrak's back. One loud, bright display of thrashing and arcing stun energy later, he's on the ground, still, and drooling embarrassingly."
In the chaos of the fight, Dyannah toggles her blaster to stun. Too many people running in too many directions to depend on her not hitting the wrong person. Wuk has no wuk, er, luck and tumbles to the ground.
Sajin is instantly into action, moving forward with powerful momentmentum and great swiftness. His knife plunges deeply into the gut of Vak just as he's making it up the stairs. THe dagger is withdrawn quicly for another two jabs in quick succesion where important and vital organs are located on most humanoid species. The Hapan leaves no room for the body to fall ecept backwards towards the others coming up the stairs. His sagger dripping in blood, hands out stretches and waiting. The Lighing from the room siluetting his large and tall form at the top of the stairs.
Rial Het adds aloud to Nova's warning, "With a bonus if she makes you defecate in your trousers!" Under his own breath as he keeps up fire with his holdout, "I find it funny when they twitch, don't you?" he notes on a languid aside to Kast Morz, still seated where he'd been when the firefight broke out. If the wine had arrived, he'd be sipping it between shots. "That reminds me, is that wine girl still coming? Can anyone on the stairs see the wine girl?"
Somehow Hakk avoids Rial's shots and runs straight into Sesti's vibroblade. Withdrawing the blade, she slices once more, felling him at Kast's feet and turning back to the threat.
This obviously hadn't gone for the Brotherhood the way they expected. Instead of taking over Kast's lucrative market, they are either unconscious or horribly, bloodied, dead. The last one left looks around him, and makes a run for the door. He doesn't make it, as a smoking hole suddenly appears in his back. Still sitting, still leaning indolently on the sofa, the weapons dealer replaces his blaster to his holster. He looks over the Irregulars arrayed in front of him. One hand motions to the Brotherhood laying around them, and the guards take away the bodies, both unconscious and dead. Servants materialize out of nowhere to clean up the blood, and, slowly, people start standing up from behind their hiding places.
"Soooo," Kast drawls. "Shall we talk business, then?" As soon as the steps have been cleaned and are no longer slick with blood, the wine girl appears, with two bottles of wine.
