Log:The Naboo Job

Free Enterprise takes advantage of a Naboo senator's death to raid his mansion.

OOC Date: Sunday, February 25, 2018
Location: Naboo
Participants: Aliraet, Redjak, Grishk, Vido Nurn, Luka Krante, Asiir Cuul, Free Enterprise

It's been a relatively low-key trip to Naboo, complicated slightly by timing. Aliraet wanted to have a legal cargo for delivery there, to help add to their cover, and it's taken a week or two to catch one going that way that's worth their while. That said, the Heartbreaker is presented grounded at the Naboo space port. Luka and Alana have gone on ahead so they have time to set up their intrusion, but Aliraet has called the rest of the crew into the cargo bay of the shuttle to work out their marching orders.

Redjak didn't march, oh no no no. He ran, took, and plundered. The big Feeorin couldn't stay in formation if his life depended on it. "So, who's the mark? Are they fatty? Because I haven't eaten today." Priorities, Redjak. He was fiddling with the N'Gant carbine in his hands, small enough that it served the role of blaster pistol to him. It was weak, it was pitiful, but it was all the ex-prisoner could get.

Grishk stands from his seat as they land at the starport. "Alright lets get a game plan, the Naboo here aren't gonna fancy us walking around like armored tanks I think." he says, looking to his tracker with a sigh. "Any chance I can get this through? I got a scattergun for Vido too"

Dr. Nurn was off in a corner somewhere prior, swinging his recent gift from Grishk around. The spear cuts through the air in quick arcs, whistling along the way. When people start to gather, though, the newcomer ceases his nonsense and joins them. "I, too, am eager to hear the plan." Actually, he's just happy to hear there /is/ a plan at all. "Thank you, Grishk. Just in case."

To call it just a mustache is doing the majestic length of hair under Luka's nose an injustice. his hair has been dyed blonde and the face bit of facial hair on his face droops down from around his lips to nearly his chest, the hands braided and capped with bits of fake gem stone to makes the Naboo style outfit that he is wearing. He appeared unarmed at least, certainly unarmored.

Aliraet comes wandering back, stretching a bit, then folds her arms as she eyes the group of you, pointing at Redjak in particularly. "Shaddup. You eat when the mission's done, we don't have time to kark this up with lunch." That delivered, the pirate captain puts her hands on her hips. "Here's the deal, boys. The First Order's little murder spree has moved things along. It's looking like they're going to hammer down hard on Naboo, so we're compressing this down and doing the whole job now. This increases the chance that something will frell everything up, but it can't be helped."

She shrugs. "So, here's the situation. Apparently, Senator Honie's family all died at Hosnia with him. There's no one left alive from his will, from what I've been able to learn. Which means the Banking Clan is moving to take his dosh. They haven't finished doing an inventory yet however. So, we've got a small window.

She glances over to Vido and Luka. "You two are going with a modified plan like we had. Luka, you're the wealthy person interested in buying some of the goods off the Banking Clan in their upcoming auction, and you're bringing along Vido here as your expert. I've managed to bribe your way into getting in tonight to review some of the materials along with one of the Clan's credit counters giving you the tour. Make sure they don't see your weapons going in. There ARE some security droids that the Clan has set up there, so too much noise will bring them running.

She points at Grishk and Redjak. 'You two...there's a cleaning company coming in to give the mansion a once over to make it ready to sell off. They got a nice big truck. You're going to jack it, and their uniforms and ID, and come in the back as the night cleaning crew. You're how we're getting all the drak out of the building and back to the spaceport."

Aliraet frowns. "I'll be here, as backup if you need a quick evac in the Heartbreaker, but the plan here is that we DON'T set off the security alarms and have to shoot our way out past a First Order star destroyer. Got it? Grishk...you're in charge. Don't frell it up. Any questions?"

"Ah damnit," grumbled Redjak. He was a hungry hungry Feeorin and as always, food was his priority. "Hang on a second, do we actually have to clean the mansion out?" he rumbled, folding his arms. "Because if we wanna get in, we gotta blend in."

"No, that's what VIdo's there for. He tells you what to grab, you fit what you can in the truck. WE don't have time to get everything, so we get the choice bits." Aliraet responds.

Grishk nods at Aliraet. Looking to Redjak. "I ain't a cleaner either, just fake it and keep your head down and push a broom until we start jacking I’ll buy dinner afterwards" The Trandoshan states patting the big man on the back." Checking his rifle as they're briefed "you know how to drive at all Red?"

Vido looks down at the scattergun and frowns. He probably won't be able to get in with the thing, but surely nobody would have a problem with the spear? After all, he actually /is/ studying thing. "I'll have to try your fun gun out some other time," he tells the Trandoshan, looking for a good place to set the gun down in case he needs to grab it quickly on the way back in.

"So…trying to keep things quiet and easy. Sure, I can do that." Luka says with a grin and brings up a hand to stroke at the 'stache, "I'm all about quiet and easy." His gaze moves towards Vido, "Ready to go expert away at things?"

"Nope. Can fly, can't drive. Keep trying to go up." Redjak says. The joys of learning how to work in three-dimensional space. "I'll let you take the wheel." He fiddled with the vest around his jumpsuit. It was bulky, but then again, he was bulky. "Hrmmmm." He unzipped it, paused, then zipped it back up.

"Alright, should be fine to hide under the uniform. I'm a big guy, see."

Grishk nods "I can drive" saying as he strips out of his armor and puts on the uniform, the heavy armor probably much too bulky." Gonna free ball it this time. Shouldn't be an issue. If things look clear, we will get a cart, easier to load crap and just roll it into the back of the transport. Just keep quiet and your head down if we have to suck it up and be bitches, we do that until we get the goods. Suck it up. There are a handful of Mandalorians that we can fight back on Nar Shaddaa anyhow."

Vido is a smaller guy and so his armor is likely to stick out. As he goes about turning himself into something more respectable, he glances over to his partner for tonight and nods. "If I've ever been ready for anything, it's that." He smiles, attaches his spear to the remaining bits of his outfit, the blade hanging down by his calf in the end, then walks off to a locker to retrieve a long coat he can wear over it.

"Fantastic!" Luka says to Vido and brings up a hand to make a few minor adjustments to his outfit, the buttons and the cuffs. "Shall we then?"

After the meeting, the two groups get to split up.

Luka and Vido get to enter the fancier luxury landspeeder 'borrowed' for the purpose, to go to the front of the mansion. There, one of the local factors, a man with his red hair in a pompadour in a fancy purple tunic and kilt with polished butter brown boots and a tasteful selection of rings and jewelry is awaiting their arrival, with a slightly annoyed look he clears off his face the moment he sees their car pulling up. After banking hours for this, after all. "Ah, welcome, Lord Starswitch! Thank you for being so prompt." He motions to the door, walking over to pull out a keycard. "I'm afraid we'll have a cleaning staff that will be working overnight in preparation for the estate sale this week, but they shouldn't be working anywhere that should interfere with our tour. And this is your expert?" he questions, looking to Vido.

Meanwhile, a cleaning crew has a really bad night, and Grishk and Redjak pull up in their repulsor truck at the back entrance to the mansion. There are a pair of Banking Clan guard droids, old Imperial Sentry droids, led by what looks like a KX-series enforcer droid that are waiting for your arrival. The KX speaks up as the two pile out of the truck. "You are 17 minutes late for your shift. This will be reflected in your work log." it says in a slightly fussy tone. "Your ID cards please."

Redjak had chokeslammed his poor uniform bearer into unconsciousness and marked his location for future dinner. The uniform he had was ill-fitting, because it was designed for someone a foot shorter. The Feeorin pirate affected an air of annoyance at just about everything, all to go with the impression of the cleaning crew that really wasn't being paid enough. "Ugh, fine, whatever. Here." He handed over his ID card, presumably haxx0r3d to show how amazing of a cleaner he was.

Grishk shows his id as well. "Speeder accident, you can add that to the report." He says, "Can we get our cart an enter? Already running behind"

When the car pulls to a stop, Vido exits and fixes his coat about him, buttoning it up with fingers that are also adorned with several rings. It's with one such ringed hand that he goes in to offer the red-haired man a shake. "Dr. Vido Nurn," he says, not having adopted a fake ID for this expedition and not believing himself to need one. He's new, ok? "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Ah, yes. It is good that at least one party can be prompt, now isn't it?" Luka says towards the man greeting them with a frown at the mention of cleaners working overnight. Lips pursed he gestures towards Vido, "As my companion confirm, he is my expert. Let us see what rubbish you have for us to look at today. Come along." Without waiting for their 'guide' to start along he starts to move towards the door.

The KX droid sniffs but takes the cards, feeding them into a slot on its chest. "Drangen Fas." he says, taking Grishk's, then inserts Redjak's. "Gideon'sai'Mailic? That is a Devaronian name." The droid tilts its head up to study Redjak. "...you do not look Devaronian." it notes doubtfully. The sentry droids remain on either side of the loading door, standing at attention while on guard.

"Of course, of course..." the Clan factor says, shaking Vido's hand with a practiced firm handshake, then offers the same to Luka as he walks right past him. "Ah...I am Ser Bala Trin, factor for the local Banking Clan office here, as you may recall." He opens the door with the key, letting it slide open as he steps inside. Beyond is a large receiving room, oval in design. It has the normal Naboo level of artistic touches, with a soaring ceiling containing a mosaic of the Naboo system, with a variety of expensive looking hardwood furniture in a waiting area to the side, a mini-living room surrounding a shimmering crystallin sculpture that extends upwards about six feet, with water flowing down in a soft tinkling sound as the crystals ring from the passage of the water, before falling into a small basin below to be recycled again. Marble panels are set as stairs linked by polished brass metal leading up to a second floor with several doors leading off the upstairs balcony that extends around the perimeter of the room a story above. There is an archway leading to the left that seems to leave into some sort of trophy room, and another that seems to lead towards the back of the building and what appears to be a dining area of some sort.

Redjak's nostrils flared in anger. "Do you dare judge my past, robot?" he rumbled at the shell of metal and parts. If anything would get the better of him in this mission, it was his temper. Zero points in Willpower, as it were. "My adoptive parents gave me the name. My birth mother died young," he explained, fuming. A nerve had been touched somewhere, and it didn't look like he was acting.

Grishk slaps Redjak "Shut up you! I got you this job, keep your mouth shut or you will be without work, don’t embarass me, we are already late. Get your fracking broom and shut up" The Trandoshan says as he pulls the cleaning cart from the truck. "You want to get paid for the day, shut up and do what I'm paying you for." Adding as he looks to the droid. "I got him, sorry, there will be no further interruptions or I will drag him out myself I want no problems"

Nurn follows directly after Luka, making sure to keep a couple steps behind the man. He'll let the human do the talking while he has a closer look around. So, on entering the establishment, he's immediately drawn to all that is inorganic around him. His cybernetic 'goggles' whizz and wirr as they apparently focus on the various artifacts scattered about the place, perhaps appraising them or simply noting their location.

"Yes, yes. Ser Tala Bin, an honor to meet you, I'm sure." Luka says with a glance towards the Clan Factor, "my secretary would have forwarded you the particulars we are interested in?" he asks and nods towards the apparent trophy room, "What is in there?"

The FX slits his optics for a moment at Redjak, then glances over to Grishk, before handing back the ID cards. "Your background is irrelevant. Problems will not be tolerated. Everything must be ready for the auction. See that you keep him working." The droid gestures to the sentry droids, one of which turns to push a security card into the slot by the door, as it slides open with a whoosh, revealing what looks like a storage area beyond. The two disguised pirates have a cart of equipment they can push inside as well as several cleaning droids they can set to start cleaning automatically.

Ser Bin rubs his hands together a bit obsequiously. "Ah, yes, an excellent eye sir! That is the more public display area, where the senator displayed several of his hunting trophies as well as artistic pieces he acquired as gifts or found on various worlds he visited in his official capacity." He tilts his head. "Of course, the more private collection upstairs is the more secure area...we have a sentry droid guarding it full time, just in case. Though of course we're still in the process of cataloguing the more personal pieces of jewelry and such."

Grishk nods and moves the cart inside ad the door is opened. Redjak trailing behind. The Trandoshan starts ordering the droids to start cleaning upstairs first, better to work from top to bottom as he looks about for anything worth 'jacking' himself as he begins his faux cleaning job.

The subtle sounds of Nurn's cybernetics continue as the three of them stroll through the building, and he keeps silent as he catalogues what is seen. With his hands clasped at the small of his back, he looks quite comfortable in his roll as surveyor, smiling as he admires the treasures (and quite probably the junk) around him.

"A private collection is more likely to have what might be of interest to me." Luka says with a purse of his lips and a stroke of his mustache, "I doubt that anything fit for the public would be fit for me wife, Ser Tin. And she is a woman not to displease. Let us look there."

The appearance of the "cleaning crew" is heralded by a grumbling Redjak and the purr of the cleaning droids as they spread out, starting to work on the downstairs area, as the two crew head upstairs, lugging along a repulsor cart piled hard with equipment to the second floor, using a cleverly hidden circular elevator in the floor near the back. While Redjack moves along the upper balcony hall, Grishk disappears into the archway. It leads to a wide corridor with large windows on either side and a variety of flowering plants set around pillars on either side, leaning into a circular room at the end. There's a large set of double doors, and four smaller doors on either side. An Imperial sentry droid is stationed at one of the doors on the right side, its head turning as its red optics track Grishk's approach.

The FX droid enters, apparently to supervise the work on the first floor being done by the cleaning droids. The two sentries at the back entrance don't come inside, remaining outdoors.

Ser Tin bows to Luka, then heads over to the elevator with him and Vido, taking it up to the second floor. He sniffs slightly at Redjak, moving around him and heading after Grishk down the wide corridor. "You there! We'll be touring the display room here, you can begin elsewhere." He makes a 'scoot scoot' gesture to Grishk. "I'm sure you can find something useful to do, thank you." He makes his way towards the door the sentry droid is guarding. "Ser Bin, authorized access." he says to the droid, which makes a rumbling noise, then produces a security key and slides it into the slot by the door, letting it slide open.

Grishk merely nods as he is addressed and proceeds to move his repulsor cart to the next closest room on the left. Signaling Redjak to follow with a stern look as he opens the door and moves to enter and pretend doing work while scoping the place out

Luka Krante sneers at the sight of Redjak as well before looking towards Ser Bin, "Ser Jin, are you knew at your job? I'll be sure that this is reflected in any purchase agreements." he sniffs disdainfully and moves into the room that the sentry droid opened. "Come along, Doctor. Let us see if there is *anything* of value here"

Redjak growls at Ser Bin but heads out, after murmuring to Grishk that he'll be down by the truck making sure they can get clear. The door Grishk enters next appears to be a family bedroom...teen boy, from the look of it. There's an expensive looking computer system and a collection of what look like authentic swords from various worlds on the wall, as well as a variety of holoposters, a king-sized bed, and a desk with a variety of knickknacks on it with an attached bedroom. What draws attention is the shelf of what looks like crystalline sculptures, small ones, of various mythological Naboo beasts, as well, as well as a variety of animals and archaic Naboo soldiers in armor. A keen eye, however, notes that one of the holoposters is flickering slightly, and that the wall behind it appears to be a slightly different color than the rest.

The display room is a large rectangular room filled with glass cases, though many items are on plinths or artwork hanging on the walls. While Luka is a bit distracted keeping up the chatter with Ser Bin, who takes that that moment to ask. "So, is your lovely wife joining us later? I do hope she's not suffering some sort of illness from the trip. I could recommend an excellent hot spa, should you have the time, I know my own wife finds it the most relaxing time, she says it clears her mind and body and leaves nothing but clouds in the place of stress! It may not be far from your lodgings, where are you staying for your trip here?"

Meanwhile, Vido finds that this, this is definitely the place to be. While quite a few items here are simply very valuable examples of art... pottery, small sculptures, and a collection of gemstones of various cuts and values, there are several pieces that stand out. A Mon Calamari bubble sculpture, made of precious crystalline material reformed by artists into bubbles forming a scene of various Mon Cal sea creatures swimming together. A Mandalorean blade...broken, but supposedly used during the Jedi-Mandalorean war ten thousand years ago. There are numerous paintings by Naboo artists, particularly Voh Kahs in his animate period. Most importantly, there's a familiar looking piece here...a Ryloth spearhead, circa 7th century Warring States period...one from his own former collection, in fact. The precious metal scrollwork is distinctive.

Grishk takes note of the scuptures and holoposters, the one flickering catches his eye more as well as the wall, he moves to load some of the sculptures on the cart quickly before going to examine the wall more closely and perhaps see if anything may lie behind it.

While Ser Bin focuses on Luka, Nurn begins to the pace the room. Each of the cybernetic orbs moves independently of each other, twisting and turning more furiously now as he passes by what appears to be an impressive selection of artifacts. He comments on the more valued paintings and sculptures as he moves by, passing over those they can stand to leave behind.

"This is a lovely blade here. You know it was during its time of use in which the Mandalorians began to construct an arsenal capable of combating the Jedi." Nurn muses on this fact as he continues along. At the spearhead, he stops, arms falling to his side. "This," he says with almost a hiss at the end. "This is...magnificent." One hand balls into a fist. Then, the Advozse turns to the pair. "Truly fascinating."

Luka Krante nods towards Ser Bin, "My wife is not a fan of flying. Hopefully she will recover enough to join us." Luka starts to answer the other question about where they are staying, but then Nurn is exclaiming about the spearhead and he turns his attention towards him as well, "Ah.. it seems you may have something worthwhile after all. Doctor, what is it?"

Shutting down the holoposter is easily enough. With it off, the discolored section of the wall is obvious...looks like the paint is faded here for some reason. A bit of fiddling causes it to slide open, revealing a small wall safe behind it. Sadly, it's currently closed, but seems to be keycode based. Possibly the code is around here somewhere?

Ser Bin aws, nodding as he commiserates. "I'm sorry to hear that, of course...perhaps we could arrange a pair of tickets for you to one of our fine restaurants in town, to make up for her missing the tour. When she's feeling better, of course!" he adds quickly, then turns to look. "Oh yes! One of Senator Honie's more recent acquisitions, I believe, I remember when he insured it. A Ryloth spearhead, as I understand it. 9th century?" Sure enough, it's actually got a card that claims 9th century. "A very lovely piece, I believe he was considering having it turned into a pendant for his wife. Perhaps yours would like such a thing?" he says, looking to Luka.

Nurn returns his hands to their clasped-behind-the-back position, only this time one of them is shaking. "Seventh. Century," he says, each word clipped and plagued with strained hissing. "To turn into a pendant would not be advisable." Whatever smile or look of pleasure that may once have been part of the Advozse's expression is gone now, replaced with more of a sneer. Some of that, though, may be due to the scarring across his face.

The search beings, as Grishk tries to quietly rifle the room in search of the code. It's hard to do with claws! But it's not an issue until he forces the drawer for the boy's desk...because while the drawer comes open, revealing a few scraps of paper, it also triggers a small holoreceiver that pops up an image of what you presume is the boy, looking petulant. "RACIE! Stay out of my stuff! I MEAN IT!" the image shouts!

Outside in the hall, the sentry droid's head swivels towards the bedroom door with a faint rumble, but after a moment it returns to its forward facing posture. Ser Bin, of course, is too busy talking with the two inside to make out the sound, though he shoots an annoyed glance towards the open door before turning back to the conversation. Perhaps he thinks Trandoshans sound like pre-teen boys.

The code is there though, scribbled on a piece of paper that's partially folded up...with a few quick presses of the claw, the safe clicks open to reveal....

A jeweled egg. Literally. It's a large one, about the size of a small watermelon, and looks to be petrified. Someone with xenology knowledge might be able to tell more about that. What's more important is the shimmery rainbow metal that wraps around it in a complex pattern, crisscrossing over it. At each point where it joins, there's a different colored precious stone, and of course a golden stand set with small gems along the tips of the legs. It looks....really expensive. It also look like it will be a colossal pain to hide in the cart and successfully get past the sentry droids without a really clever plan.

Redjak was outside, presumably mopping furiously. In anger or in skill. Probably anger. The sound caused him to trudge over towards where the door was, and start cleaning outside the front of it. Or whatever he was doing. "Having fun?" he asked the Trandoshan inside. "Because all this standing is making me hungry." Redjak was always hungry.

Grishk's eyes go wide as he sees the jeweled egg, reaching out to grab it just as Redjak speaks to him from the doorway, causing the Trandoshan to jump a bit and turn around quickly. Once he sees who it is, he finally turns back and grabs the egg, showing it to Redjak. Then starts looking to see if it will fit in one of the many compartments, even if he has to remove some things. Wrapping it up in a shirt or towel if one is available.

Nurn begins to pace, or rather circle, the case containing the ancient spearhead. After discovering it, his demeanor has suddenly changed from open-minded curiosity to something almost resemblilng disgust. Hopefully this is something that will just come off as arrogance. "Do you happen to /know/," he asks their host, "where the senator procured such an item?" All the while, his fingers work their way down the front of his long coat, carefully unclasping each button.

In a van down by the river... sits Asiir. The Cathar is wearing a set of janitorial attire, the coat slightly bulky on his back as he shifts on the overturned bucket that he's seated atop. He has a computer terminal sitting before him, the pale glow from the monitor lighting up his features. Tugging the cap down on his head, he leans forward and begins tapping away at the keypad, eyes squinting as he focuses on the letter. Speaking into the group comms, Asiir says, "I wish that we could have gotten some better disguises. I could have been like... a fancy butler. Or a rich guy. You know... something that /fits/ me better." He frowns as he eyes the wall of text before him, shaking his head for a moment before saying, "Looks like their defenses are better than I thought they'd be."

Grishk in in deep admiration of his new find when Redjak speaks, startling him as he jumps. Unfortunately, this causes the egg to leave his grasp, bouncing off his shoulder and plummeting towards the floor, causing Grishk to do a daring diving catch with a tremendous *WA-THUMPscreeeeech* as he skids across the wooden floor, his hands snagging the egg before it hits. Goooooooooal! Redjak, from his standing position, can see into the safe, in which there are a few small bags filled with glittery spice, one that appears to be some sort of candy box, and a couple credsticks as well as some knickknacks.

Ser Bin hmms? "Oh, I believe it was at one of our auctions, in fact, several months back. One of our off-planet facilities donated it here, as I recall. It fetched quite a pretty penny, but the senator was always a connoisseur of fine art, after all, and wouldn't rest until it was in his hands. Actually, I believe there's a very fine Chandrilan ornate chain that would be PERFECT for setting it for your wife, sir..." he says, turning to glance to Luka. "For your lady wife. You’d just need to drill a small hole into the base, and she'd be the very belle of the ball!"

"Hmmm, we'll save butler Cathar for next time." Aliraet says over coms, thoughtfully. There's good news and bad news. The defenses are not impossible to overcome...but they're currently being monitored by an FX-series enforcer droid, that appears to be in charge of the surplus Imperial sentry droids that are guarding the house. Two are at the back of the house, just outside of the closed van that Asiir is concealed in, though the FX has gone inside. There's at least one more guarding the display room on the second floor as well near where Luka and Vido are and across the hall from Red and Grishk. The sentinel droids would be easier to hack, but the FX-series droid will likely notice. The droids do have security keycards to get them in and out of the house, however. But yes...it appears that Senator Honie did invest heavily in security for his house...probably because it's full of the sort of loot you all want to steal.

"Ooooh!" Redjak, being Redjak, stepped over the prone form of his lizardman friend to bend down into the safe. "Got me some goodies here," he said, plucking out one of the small spice bags. "This is for later," he said, tucking it away into a pocket. Selfish as always, Redjak emptied the contents, including the candy box, and shoved them into his pockets. Even the knickknacks. The Feeorin was not known for being discerning.

"Right!" he said triumphantly as he stood back up. Success! "Now can we punch our way outta here? I'm hungry." And irritable, it seemed. He reached into the one untouched pocket and withdrew his beloved knuckle dusters, bloodstained from many a brawl, and slipped them over his fingers.

As the egg topples and Grishk makes his catch, he nearly sits quiet for a moment to ensure the egg is okay before moving to stuff it into a compartment, opting to shove some used rags around the exposed side and closing it up before standing "This is just the first room, there may be more stuff in the others. Check out the next room and ill head into the room after that one, get what we can and go from there. Just quick sweeps, That egg looks like a good haul though"

"Oh, well there's no doubt the senator had fine taste," Nurn comments, taking a few steps closer to Ser Bin. He stops when he's about an obsidian spear's-length away from the man, cybernetic lenses whirring as he focuses on...something. "These auctions must be brimming with finery. I would love to confer with the being who arranges them. For professional purposes, of course." He smiles his off-kilter smile, the right side of his mouth curving up enough to reveal teeth.

Luka Krante stares about with an imperious disapproving look while stroking the length of that ridiculous mustache. "You say that as though my wife would not already be the belle of the ball." he sniffs and turns away. "So noted."

"You guys better be glad that I'm here watching your asses," Asiir says into the comms, typing away at his computer inside the speeder-van they have acquired for the job. "With the number of security droids they have here and the tech they have invested in to keep this place secure, if you didn't have me watching your backs you'd...." The line goes silent for a beat and then there's a simple, "Uh oh... guys..." he squints and looks toward the screen again, trying to make sense of what's going on. "Guys, we might have a tiny problem...."

The two cleaners split the next rooms. Redjak's is...frilly. And appears to be a teen girl's room, from the holoposters on the wall of various Galactic bands. There's a fairly ornate looking carnival style horse that one can ride on in a corner of the room, with a built in repulsor for the full riding illusion, and a very large walk in close full of well-made and expensive clothing. Alas, nothing in his size. Still, there's a desk and bed here, too, as well as a jewelry box to search. Of course, there's no key...but it's pretty obvious there's probably SOMETHING worthwhile in there. It's just a matter of getting it open.

For Grishk, it's the master bedroom through the double doors...easily the largest of the rooms. For their private quarters, it appears Senator Honie and his spouse preferred minimalist furniture of fine craftsmanship, with tasteful crystalline mosaics making up the walls. There are two walk-in closets here, one on either side of the room, and a bathroom, though no obvious jewelry boxes. A quick rifling of the dresser drawers turns up cosmetics and clothing but nothing obviously expensive. However, in the bathroom, the toilet itself is...well, gilded. In gold. There are also three seashells on the wall next to it, one of platinum, one of gold, and one of iridium. They may have something to do with the toilet? There's also a huge bath and shower area, easily big enough for four people to use at once, if not more if they were friendly.

Ser Bin ers. "Well, that would be Ser J'bath on Naboo, he knows all the best items and arranges them in regular auctions. I wouldn't know off hand exactly where he acquires them, of course, but the man is a miracle worker in terms of the items he's been able to lay his hands on for auction, I'll tell you that." He sweatdrops as Luka turns away. "Oh, but of course, it would merely accentuate her beauty, I'm certain!" he says hastily, stepping away from Vido immediately as he focuses on the 'important' person. With the mustache.

Meanwhile, inside, the FX enforcer droid, who has been eyeing the cleaning droids watchfully, suddenly raises his head, his optics widening, before the sentry droids at the outer doors and the upstairs room go active, letting out rumbling sounds as they extend their right arm blasters. Meanwhile, the FX walks over to press a button on the house intercom, its dry voice coming audibly throughout the house. "Ser Bin. Someone is attempting to bypass the house security systems. Your guests should depart immediately for their own safety. I will secure the cleaning crew until the authorities arrive.

There's a rumble, then a series of metallic thumps as bars fall over the bottom floor windows, as thicker blast doors slide closed over the front door. One of the sentry droids at the back remains guarding the door, the other starts to approach the van where Asiir is.

"Who'd a thought My Little Eopie would still be running one hundred years on?" mused Redjak, eyeing the carnival repulsor creature in the corner with a strange facial expression mix between disgust and hunger. He hadn't eaten since before he chokeslammed that cleaner through the nearby table. The imaginary crowd had gone wild. "Oh, what's this?" A jewelry box! Ooooh! He picked it up, put hands on either side, and PULLED. "HRRRRNGH!" The grunt of stress from a Feeorin was not a pleasant noise. It was the same noise often heard when someone was about to have the pulp beaten out of them. "Who in hell makes these things?!" he complained. Loudly.

"Nothing" he says to himself, getting ready to head back out of the room as the sound of the intercom popping on and the droid’s announcement is made. Grishk hisses to himself "What the frak" He says over the comms as he hears the bars thump down on the lower floor windows. "Redjak, I think it may be time to smash." He says, moving to pull the hidden tracker out of his cleaning cart.

Nurn files away the name for later and continues to smile, despite being swiftly turned away from by Ser Bin, until the FX droid arrives. His cybernetics swivel over to the droid, head following in turn. "Are we under attack?" He glances to Luka next, a look of concern washing over him. "If it's thieves, they'll surely raid the ground floor first." Back to the FX droid. "Do you have security down there? You would be surprised how easy it would be to snatch that gorgeous tapestry right from its frame."

Luka Krante gasps and puts a hand to his chest before pointing an accusatory finger at Ser Bin, "You! is this a set up? Are you trying to take me for ransom? I knew it, the trash in this place.. all a setup!" he huffs and steps back, "I'll not have it." And he looks towards the FX Droid, "Do not let that man accost me!"

Asiir frowns as he looks through the back glass of the van and says, "Got a security droid coming up on me in the van. I'm going to try something... You guys just hang tight in there and let's hope the droids start fighting each other okay? If we end up having to fight... we have to kill everyone. Then we'll dispose of the video feed and burn the house down after we have what we came for. We just have to try and do it quiet, okay?" He sighs and then reaches out to begin tapping away at the computer once more, closing his eyes as he hits the return key and sends his chain of inputs through.

Unbeknownst to Redjak, the jewelry box was a hand me down from a famous military leader in the family from the Clone Wars, and formed from the remains of a Venator-class star destroyer they had served on with distinction when it was decommissioned. It's set up like a puzzle box. And it doesn't budget much at all when Red attempts to wrench it open, mostly because it's hard to get a good grip on the smooth polished metal. And then there's a rumble at the door as the sentry droid steps inside, its crimson gaze falling on Red, and his attempt to break open the jewelry box. At which point the droid raises its blaster, taking aim at him as it tries to snap a shot off at him.

The FX droid produces a Naboo blaster pistol. "There is no need for alarm. The building is now locked down. No one will be getting out. If you will come with me, I will put you in a secure area until the authorities arrive." The droid motions towards the door. "Downstairs, please. I will ensure no one attempts to kidnap you." Ser Bin sputters. "Sir, I would NEVER!"

Outside, the sentry droid is just reaching the van, reaching out to pull open the door with a metal hand, when it stops, its optics starting to flicker as it receives new targeting orders. The other droid by the door make a rumbling noise in droidspeak, querying. And is surprised as the other droid turns around, raising its arm as it opens fire on its companion unit. The first bolt slams into the droid’s shoulder, spinning it around as it slams into the wall behind it, before returning fire on the traitor droid as the two start shooting at each other. At least they're distracted at the moment!

Oh, he mad.

Redjak dropped all pretense of stealth and let his anger and fury overwhelm him. How DARE he take a blaster round? The hole in his jumpsuit and blast vest below were smoking but all it did was make him angrier. With a loud, roaring bellow that could well have shaken the building and terrified everyone in it had it been a little bit louder, Redjak charged straight at the security bot, metal knuckled fist drawn back for a mighty tearing attempt. Time to BREAK SOMETHING! "RAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

Grishk hears blaster fire in the room Redjak was occupying and rushes out into the hall, heading towards the doorway of where the droid is as Redjak swings for the bleachers. The Trandoshan opts to try and align a shot and pulls the trigger

Nurn looks about the others in the room, wondering what to do. He hasn't been in a situation like this since he was a young Advosze! It looks like he and Luka aren't going to convince the FX droid to deter from its sensible response to the hacking, though, and there was a clear and audible shot just fired next door. That means it's going down. So, while Ser Bin is worried about appeasing Luka, the new guy pulls his spear out from beneath his coat, steps behind Ser Bin, and brings the blade against the man's fleshy neck. "Call off the droids," he grumbles.

Luka Krante gasps, "Curse your inevitable betrayal!" Luka exclaims towards Nurn and points his accusatory finger towards him now before moving on hurried steps to try and get in front of the security droid, as if to put it between him and Nurn.

And should the droid turn around to face Vido and put its back to the cowering Luka he will aim to blast a hole in the back of its head.

As the droids begin fighting outside of his van, Asiir turns back to his computer and begins to check the status of the defenses. "Ahhh... Don't worry guys. The authorities are not on their way. I am blocking off that alarm signal and stopping it from being able to be sent out at all. It's just us and these droids."

       The droid is hit by the right cross, its head turning slightly at the impact but it leans away from it as it engages its dodge routines. There's now a definite dent left on its right cheek...but its head remains attached from the glancing blow. It lowers its red optics to stare directly at Redjak. As if to say: My turn now.

Of course, then the blaster bolt comes streaking right past Redjak's head and slamming into the robot as it staggers backwards, a molten hole burned into its armor as it's throw off its stride, sparks and smoke coming out of the blaster crater as it twitches and jerks fitfully. Still functional...but only barely, as it brings up its blaster to shoot at Grishk instead, apparently judging him the more dangerous target.

Ser Bin's eyes go wide as the blade suddenly goes to his throat, making a gobbling noise in panic. "What...what are you...droid, save me!" he gasps reflexively, the attempt at intimidation washing off his shock rather than making him obey. The droid takes a step forward, starting to bring its pistol to bear when Luka suddenly moves in front of it, causing it to pull up short...and its understandably surprised when the nobleman suddenly produces a wrist blaster and shoots it in the face, its head jerking to the side as its right optic and side of its head get slagged, causing it to stagger back. It appears to still be functional, but also badly damaged as it tries to choose a target...and settles on Luka as the man with the blaster, taking a snap shot at it as it retreats to try and take cover behind one of the display cases. Apparently, Ser Bin is on his own!

When the going gets tough, the tough suplex their way out of it. With a roar so loud it drew many, many complaints from local graveyards about coffins making an awful racket, Redjak wrapped up the droid in a mighty bear hug from behind and LIFTED... SO... DAMN... HIGH... actually he only lifted it about a foot off the ground at best, nowhere near the mighty suplex he was aiming for, but enough to possibly throw the thing's aim off!

Grishk is surprised that the droid is still standing with the hole through him, well it was a droid after all. As Redjak roars and gives the wounded thing a hug, the Trandoshan squeezes off another round before the Feeorin has a chance to give it a kiss too. Hearing the blaster fire go off down the hall and hoping the rest of the team were working on the other droid and not the other way around.

Pew! Pew! One blaster bolt sears into the side of the droids face and then Luka is stepping to the side and ducking out of the way of the return shot with a grin on his face, his arm raised and hand bent slightly down so that the barrel has a clear line of fire at the droid as he sends a follow up shot its way. "You're accosting me! I said not to!"

Asiir is keeping an eye on the fight going on outside the window of the van, his amber eyes squinting as he tries to see through the dirty window. "This van sucks!" he growls into the comms, spitting on the window and using his jacket sleeve to scrub at the dirt on the inside of the glass. He curses as his trusty ally droid goes down, then grumbles, "I guess I'll have to do everything myself." The rear doors of the van burst open as the sliced droid is still falling to the ground with a crash. Out leaps Asiir and he is charging the remaining security droid, the lightsaber in his hand erupting into life with a snap and hiss as the ruby red blade heats the air around it. The hum of the weapon is unmistakable as it slashes through the air at the remaining droid.

The upstairs sentry droid is manhandled by Red...but turns out to be a lot heavier than it looks as it shifts, squirming, then bring sup its blaster arm under Red's chin, apparently about to pop him in the chest....then the bolt from the Tracer slams into its head, blowing it completely off as its neck sparks and smokes, before the heavy body goes limp with a whine of servos shutting down, leaving Redjak with a great view of Grishk, his gun at his shoulder, and a little wisp of smoke rising from the barrel.

Meanwhile, the FX droid gets off a hurried shot that zips past Luka's shoulder, slamming into one of the wall mosaics and sending semi-precious stones flying in all directions from the crater, before the second shot catches it cleanly in the chest, slamming it back into the display case behind it as it shatters, then the droid crumples with a crash, smoking from the hole melted in it.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the droid battle ends suddenly with the enemy droid putting two shots cleanly into the hijacked droid, sending it crashing to the ground, before it turns its blaster on the van, starting to fire as a shot punches through the roof...before the door opens and a really hacked off Cathar comes sailing out, the light saber lashing out before the droid can react and neatly bisects it, the two smoking halves falling over with a metallic clatter as they spark and smoke. The droids are down. This just leaves Ser Bin himself, who is watching wide-eyed and stiff with terror.

"RRRRRRAAAAAAAAARGH!" was the mighty yell from the giant Feeorin as he fell backwards, swinging the robot over his head and slamming its headless form into the ground. Suplex city bitch! There was a loud crunching noise as metal shattered and came to pieces. Redjak staggered to his feet, wounded, fuming, but alive. "FEAR ME," he roared at the robot he utterly failed to kill, "FOR I AM MIGHTY!" God he was furious.

"You good?" Grisk asks Redjak, though the suplex seems to show he is somewhat fine. "Gonna go check on Luka and Vido." adding as he pivots and begins down the hall further. "Got one droid down up here" he says into the comms after hearing another shot down the way. "You good out there Asiir?" adding as he makes his way.

Nurn huddles behind Ser Bin while Luka and the FX droid fight it out. All the while, he keeps his spear pressed against their host. And then it's over. With a few quick turns of his robotic eyepieces, he surveys the downed droid, then remembers what went through his comm piece earlier. Something about killing everyone and burning the place down? "Well, what good are you now?" he asks Ser Bin before attempting to work on the first part.

Luka Krante keeps his blaster pointed at the droid for another moment after it falls to be sure that it is in fact staying down before he turns to face Ser Bin and Nurn. "No. wait! Don't kill him. He may be of use..." luka tries to have Nurn halt, but won't rush to stop anything.

Asiir's chest is rising and falling rapidly as he stares hatefully down at the bisected security droid. His thumb depresses the button on his lightsaber, the ruby glow zipping back into the hilt with a protesting hiss. The weapon is stowed back on his person, covered by the custodial jacket he has slung over his shoulders. His hand comes up to touch at his ear, nodding his head before he says, "Yeah. Both droids are down out here. The coast is clear so far. All of these droids need to be hauled inside and we will set the place on fire after we've looted everything of worth. Dispose of the evidence and it will be like we were never even here. I'm going to slice the fire suppression system and put an error code in the data log that shows the droids malfunctioned and started attacking each other."

Asiir Cuul presses the small red button on his lightsaber, causing the bright red energy beam to slide back into the hilt with an electric squeal.

The house falls silent of blaster fire, only a faint clatter and clink as broken glass falls from a shattered display case upstairs. Ser Bin starts to stammer. "W-wait, I can hegurrgghghh..." The last when the blade goes into his throat, blood gushing out along it and spurting to pull at the floor as Bin staggers back, clutching at his throat, then collapses, the razor-sharp blade easily having opened it up. He won't be helping much. Asiir has more than enough time to start overriding the fire suppression, and the group has at least a little time to finish their looting before they set the place on fire to cover their escape.

Clutching his side, seething with anger, and ready to kill and eat just about anyone was Redjak the pirate. He picked up the Venator box and threw it in the cart, along with any other amazing fancy things he found in the frilly girl's room. Girls. Ugh. "I want to burn this place to the ground!" he growled, absolutely furious, as he looted the place.

Grishk stops to see Vido finish off the final occupant and smiles a bit, nodding before running back to check on Redjak once more, seeing him ranting and raving, he seems okay, so the Lizard makes a final sweep of what he can, throwing it on the cart as well before wheeling it out and starting to move the droid 'corpses into the house. Making sure to check the garage for anything 'cool'

"Ah.. well.. damn. He probably knew where all the good stuff was, the combinations to any safes... " Luka says with a shrug of his shoulders and pulls the sleeve of his jacket down to cover the wrist blaster again. "So, Doc, what should we be grabbing?" And grab whatever it is he is told to he does

Vido drops the man and looks over to Luka, shrugging. He doesn't bother to wipe the blade off even, instead turning his attention to Grishk. He returns the smile, then switches focus to Luka and repeats his inventory of some of the more precious artifacts in the room. As in, the ones that'll fetch the highest price. Starting with item from his own past inventory.

"Alright, fire suppression systems are offline. Just make sure anything that will look like this was due to us is burned up in the fire. Get what we need and torch the place. It's quiet out here for the time being. Just get what we need and we'll be home free," Asiir says from where he is in the van, leaning back to let his shoulders rest against the wall with a sigh.

With the security dispatched and the security keycards the droids had, you can get into just about anywhere. While Grishk didn't spot it, Vido's sharp eyes spot a floor safe hidden under an expensive Chandrilan carpet, which, after you get it open, you find to be full of a variety of bonds, a cred stick, and three netrili gemsticks, along with a Naboo holdout pistol and a helpful insurance list on precious art and other pieces in the house. Red...finds the wine cellar. There is some very high-end booze there of all times, including some 100 year old Corellian whisky...more importantly, there's a wide variety of Hosnian fruit wines, which are now extremely valuable considering there won't ever be any more of them. Luka locates Mrs. Honie's accessories display in her closet, hidden behind some find silken Naboo dresses, with lots of portable jewelry of varying types, including a very impressive nebula opal worth thousands set in a pendant. Between Luka and Vido, you can quickly find the most saleable stuff....the trick is to find items that won't be blatantly obvious that they're stolen so you can fence them quick before the insurance company catches on. And, to finish it off, Grishk finds that the garage contains several expensive luxury speeders, including the crown piece, a Ubrikkan PL-90 Luxury Speeder. And that the mansion has its own fueling tank for the late Senator's shuttle, which can easily be used to set off an impressive explosion.

Blood may have been seeping from Redjak's flank wound, but nothing was leaking from the comical pile of bottles he was carrying. They were pirates, and pirates need booze! The cart was quickly dominated by bottles, the expensive ones first, then the whiskeys, then everything else. Redjak had priorities, and had cleaned the place out.

The speeder, as fun as it would be to cruise in, would probably go noticed as missing from the wreckage soon to be left by the flaming inferno they were about to cause, so he just looks at it longingly before hitting up the comms to inform the others of the fuel tank. "Someone may want to rig something for this tank though, I’m no good at that sort of thing." Saying as he makes his way out and starts helping load everything into the van. Pulling out the egg once again to marvel in its glory once again

Vido places his spear back where he pulled it out from and busies himself with gathering the pricey merchandise. When it comes to the spearhead, he keeps it on his person rather than putting in the cart. He'll hold onto it all the way to van and even as they drive off. He's so into it, in fact, that he barely speaks a word.

And behind them, there's a muffled BOOM as the fuel tank goes up, pieces of the mansion thrown clear as the building catches fire with startling quickness, the fancy exotic woods inside catching nicely...by the time they reach the Heartbreaker, they're already hearing the sirens rushing towards the distant pyre, the smoke rising high into the air as they unload. Aliraet grins toothily when she sees the hall. "Nicely done...this will be a good little haul once we get it fenced. Prep for launch...let's get out of here before someone puts two and two together." And soon after, the Heartbreaker is in space, then enters hyperspace as the first responders are just starting to get the fire under control. But too late to connect them to it.