Spaceport Patrol, Part II: Choice and Consequence

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ooc: I just told u. look up.
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“So what’s the big plan?” Reysha asked, a hint of sarcasm on his voice. The kid had no idea what kind of posture to assume to himself around the crew. Everybody on the ship sensed it, and now that it had come out they had planned him on a refugee transport to Alderaan, he had taken a typical smugglers attitude. But he was a thief and thieves were known to have mastered the art of body language.

Jolturn shot him a stern look, one that had been famous amongst the padawans in the temple, telling him to be patient. He stroked his chin with his thumb and index finger as if contemplating on something. Fact was he had already devised a plan for their visits to the Hutts. Finally when the only thing in the room that could be heard, were the sounds of breathing and pouring drinks down a glass he began to speak.

“There are two other Hutts that I know of, Jova’al and Ulaak. Now I propose we visit Jova’al since he is the more intelligent of the two.” This earned him some laughs and a small grin crept on his lips. “Intelligent as in ask first, shoot later. We need to convince him the Empire is on his way to investigate rumours that lead to the possible arrest of several Jedi sighted at Genghaar’s palace.”

“That will not lead us to Genghaar. It might earn us some credits or a shot through the head but its not of value.” Arson said while sipping on his drink.

The next thing was what made the plan so well thought. “I know, but the Hutts will deal with the Empire in their own way. Now the thought behind all of this is basicly, Genghaar screwed up at his palace, Jedi’s were spotted and the Empire won’t leave the system until they have confirmation they’re not here. Thus they will blockade the system, even send a garrison down to keep close tabs on who goes where to do what. That’s something that will seriously damage any dealings the Hutts have in their not-so-legal game.”

“I see. Diplomacy above fighting, still I prefer a straight shoot-out.” He heard someone say, his thoughts went out to Arson when he spotted Reysha with a mock grin on his face. The kid was getting to him, he either annoyed all seven Sith hells out of him or was getting to him with his humour.

“The only thing is, we need to pretend ourselves to be business man, the types that deal in anything as long as it’s illegal and worth our money. We can take some of the crystals with us, say that it was a deal we had with Genghaar that went sour because of the Jedi’s that intervened during our audience with the slug, giving us three eye witnesses and a reason to come to Jova’al in the first place besides warning him of Genghaar’s failure. Maybe even give him some of the crystals as payment for receiving us. The only thing we ask for in return is the location of Genghaar so we can finish our important business.” The Jedi Master concluded. He didn’t need to Force to see what they were thinking, Reysha thought it was suicide while Arson wasn’t keen on the diplomatic approach.

“What if this fails… again.” Arson asked though his question was more of a statement.

“We resort to aggressive negotiation and make sure the snail gives us the location of Genghaar before escaping.”

OOC: Revised the entire post to fit :) any comments?
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ooc: Er... yes. SPAGE!
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OOC:
...we need to pretend ourselves to be business man, the types that deal in anything as long as it’s illegal and worth our money.
Yeah, that's Goral. Too bad he's got a different job.
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ooc: then write a post and swap over.
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Arson nodded. "Agressive negotiations..." He smiled, "Are my expertise. When do we start, and I'll tell Daa'luuk where to bring us."
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OOC: Then let's get this show on the road..

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"It is pretty."

Dix looked around, at the entrance of the pyramid, and smiled. Ahead of him, Litan was being scanned. He looked pretty snazzy, Fashion had to admit - so snazzy, in fact, he'd created himself an outfit to match Litan's - all velvet with the family crest on his cloak pin and blaster holster. He didn't much like guns, but knew how to use them all the same.

"Bet it's worth a lot of credits," Goral cooed, passing one of the pig-like Gamoraen guards "These guys don't come cheap... Feeding, bedding and clothing them,"

"And cleaning up after them," Cleo muttered, angrily. So far, she'd played her part well, if grudgilngly. To Fashion she, ever the smuggler tomboy, looked out of place in her fancy dress and accessories, but to someone who didn't know her he was sure she looked like some spoiled brat. Being her bodyguard was going to be fun.

"Let's hope these ident chips get us through," she added

"Hey, if Litan's sorted them, they'll work,"

"You reckon?"

"Have a little faith, lady. I know you don't trust us..."

"You're right there,"

"We'll see," Dix sighed, turning his back on her and to the reception area. Two scantily clad Twi'lek hostesses were standing, bright and bushy tailed. He loked on of them over, and smiled. "Come on, we're being beckoned through. Looks like Litan's IDs came through fine," he grinned. Goral smiled, too, and followed Dix through the expensive looking weapons and contraband scanner. Cleo, and the other members of the team, came last - eyebed by the Casino's Security Cheif, a bald human with an eye patch and a grimace that could scare some Rancorrs. Dix noticed him, played it cool. He doubted it'd be the last time he'd catch the man watching them...

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OOC: I'll post something tomorrow. My weekend is too busy right now :P
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ooc: craaazy coupla days...post coming in a coupla hours...gotta pack my bags first. my flight is in 7 hours...
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Since when did negotiating with Hutts ever prove to be worthwhile? Unless you had the clear upper hand, it was a pure waste of time. Not that Reysha really had experience with Hutts before...but he did know people who had. Well, knew. Nobody could ever find Kilroy and Zana's remains, but apparently, they had not gotten on the Hutts good side.

Which is why Reysha was rather hesitant about the Jedi's plan.

"Not that I have a better one, but still...there's not another way to do this?"

The clone (Arson, he had a name) turned to Reysha.

"No. Quit whining."

Master Jolturn rolled his eyes. Last thing he needed was a quabbling squad on a life-or-death mission...


ooc: thats all i got for tonight. Next post coming from american soil...
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OOC:

Extremely sorry for the lack of posting, fellas. Audrey just arrived, so I've been... preoccupied... :mrgreen:

That and I've been arguing with people from my university, scheduling and rescheduling meetings, making phone calls, showing up for meetings only to have them be cancelled... arg.

Oh yeah, and job hunting.

Hrm.

I'll catch up and post eventually, promise!
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OOC: That's cool Ducky, you got to keep the ladies satisfied :P j/k

If anyone wants to start our trip to the hutts he's welcome to, I'm pretty busy today with school and probaply the rest of the week, so I will have to adapt the wonderful board life to real life :S
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OOC: I'm dissapearing fdrom the face of the internet for a while.. shouldn't be long until I set up a new connection away from Uni, or find an Internet cafe I like. either way, Adam can handle my guys for the duration.

Corsos, I'll be back with the Ska Cats and Deemo and Silky on your thread ASAP, too. Make sure you rescue Silky and Deemo, and the Ska Cats get home safe.

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ooc at the pace we're going Sidekick, you wont miss much.

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ooc: its sad when im a more frequent poster on a thread...either i'm a changed man, or its a turtleish thread...you decide.

on a different note, back in the states. thats all.
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ooc: Everyones been busy, i for instance, have alternately been helping someone get over her now ex, and chasing skirt... Oh and it was the first weekend of the sales and so have been too numb to write anything worth reading.
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“Akts,” Litan lied casually with the most imperious airs he could muster. “Lurtan Akts of the Eraidun Akts and entourage.” He deposited the Ident card into the rather scantly clad receptionist’s waiting hand. It took all his willpower to keep his eyes above her amble blue cleavage, especially with her lekku trailing gently around the curve of her… ahem.
He’d done his research and House Akts was notoriously Xenophobic, besides which she was just staff, maybe even a slave and no one important. Therefore entirely beneath notice.
Beneath. Down…
Frak, I’ve looked! He thought suddenly and even with his nose so far up in the air he caught the girl’s satisfied little ‘I win’ smile as she handed him back the ident.
He frowned at her and motioned Goral forward to see about paying for their accommodation before sweeping through into the Casino proper, Dix and Cleo in tow.
“Wow.” Said Dix. Even though the heavy reds and golds of the vast games filled hall were perhaps both at once the tackiest and most decadent thing he had ever seen, there was still something very impressive about the hundreds of rows of slot machines, spinner tables and various other games stretching off for over a kilometre into the distance.
“Close your mouth kido,” Litan teased him while glancing left and right, pulling at his prosthetic nose. “It seems Genghaar’s brought in some extra security; see over there by those pillars?”
“Yeah.” Cleo moved closer. “I see ‘em.”
“Battle droids.” Stated Dix, “heavy models.”
That was how Litan knew Genghaar of course. The Hutt’s family had had connections with the shadier side of trade federation back before the Clone Wars started and Litan’s first duty as a Republic officer had been severing that link. Genghaar had actually helped him then, but only because it allowed the fat slug to rise to the head of his family. Evidently the Hutt had kept a few of the droids against their bargain, or even reopened dealings with the separatists. Litan wouldn’t put it past him.
“Perhaps they know we’re coming?” Said Dix. “Was I the only one who clocked eye patch coming in?”
“Nah they’re not here for us. It’s the big sabbac tournament, split up, look like goggle eyed rich brats and meet back here in five once Gorals sorted us a suit. Oh and Cleo?”
“Yeah.”
“Call me Daddy? If only for the sake of our cover?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
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OOC: Should I? Oh, should I? It's been so long since I've enjoyed a bit of the ole' Space Patrol... And to think, I have a character all ready to chew at this shiny new adventure.... Well, we know how I work, so I'll just see if my interest is high tomorrow as well - that'll be the test. Bit busy and all, even for this pace...
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ooc: All the other cool kid are doing it...
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Nice haiku, there.
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ooc: Jerin, i'm almost all caught up to you post wise...I blame the glittery attraction of the Gen OOC. I kinda enjoy being a low count poster...
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Judge me by my post count, do you? Remember, size matters not! ;) :mrgreen:
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Kimoshe Mikell took a glimpse at the competition seated at the sabaac table. There was a rough-looking swoop-biker type at one end, he'd been using hard credits and intimidation tactics the entire game, but it was obvious that amongst the high-rollers, he didn't have enough credits to keep up with the constant bluffs and raised antes of the duros opposite him.

The duros was a technocrat, a new-money billionare who was hounding the other players mostly through his aggressive monetary policy. Even as Kimoshe looked at his own cards, the duros tossed chips onto the table, stopping short after the biker gave him a nasty look through his pierced eyelids and bushy brows.

"Only ...one hundred..." He sighed.

"I'm out." The suave-seeming Coruscantine socialite said. He was a conservative player, but backed up with a ton of credits on hand. It was obvious to Kimoshe that he and the biker were the only ones not at the casino for the sabaac tournament.

Kimoshe folded. Outbid again, he simply got up and exited the game. As the time for the tournament neared, the practicing champs were raising the bar a bit too high for the oft-destitute fringer.

He'd won a thousand credits playing sabaac, felt that it might be a good time to cash in his chips, either at the bar or in the spice den. Nothing he was seeing in the Hutt casino even began to catch his eye.

Then, though, something did. Kimoshe was from Tatooine, and on his planet (which he was not too fond of) there was a saying about taking up luck when it came your way. The eye-patched security head (who had threatened to throw Kimoshe out of the casino, earlier) was obviously watching the newcomers strolling in; and when the fringer, who was currently without a ship or a friend, saw the majestically-dressed female parading in, he couldn't help but follow them.

He made sure to stay directly behind her.

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Cleo flowed elegantly between the rows of high and heavy slot machines, occasionally stopping to try her luck on the odd one or two. She’d even won a little, but that did nothing to lesson the gentle simmer she was experiencing at the thought of the semi-vapid expression ever acute to the disease of pampered-princesitis which Litan had asked her to affect through all of this.

She wasn’t happy about it at all, but as it turned out she was the only girl on the ship and technically owed Litan for getting her off Coruscant alive, plus with no money to her name she still needed him to get her off planet anyway.

But most of all she expected to be very well paid.

Meandering through rows of overweight tourists and scantly clad employees of all races and genders she glanced something out of the corner of her eye and dismissed it out of hand as her imagination. She wasn’t being followed. Back to thinking, she hadn’t really had time to think about anything since they’d blasted out of the Bright Centre the better part of a week ago and she wasn’t about to waste an opportunity like this.

The dress was nice enough, ok the dress was beautiful but she didn’t like it.
Too long, too expensive, a rich kids dress. Girly girl, that’s how Litan had put it and he was right, it made her uncomfortable. In fact it made her want to punch Litan Adats right in the nose!
Ok she’d wanted to do that anyway. High-jacking her all the way out to the arse end of the galaxy, the end she’d spent a good chunk of her life trying to get out from under the shadow of anyway.

Sure it had probably saved her from immediate Imperial reprisal but she could have shrunk deeper into the underground, taken cover ‘till it all blew over? Couldn’t she.

Ok, truth. She was big enough to admit to herself that she felt a little too comfortable in the dress, but she didn’t have to tell anyone else that! And she didn’t really believe that stabbing and Imperial officer in the leg would result in anything less than a summery execution.

She didn’t even want to start thinking about the Jedi, or that little twirp Dix…

Wait. There he was again, reflected in the chrome panels on the sides of the slot machines.

She was being followed.

Fine.

She sub-vocalised a few words, hoping the commbead concealed in her earring (she wasn’t too happy about those either) wouldn’t be muffled by her hair, she made for the end of the row she was walking down and turned sharply round the corner.

The man followed, and bumped straight into Dix.

“Hi.” Said Dix.

“Ack-“ Said the man, as Cleo, who’d flattened herself against the corner pinched the back of his neck between her thumb and forefinger.

“Perhaps it was a bad idea getting you to dress like this.” Said Litan as he joined them, the skin behind his prosthetic nose had gone red now, he was having a reaction to the glue and his eyes were watering. “Five minutes and you’ve already started picking up stalkers.” He sighed. “Come on, Gorals god the room sorted and our credit line set up. Lets take this clown up the room and decide weather we’re going to shoot him a lot or a little.”


OOc: I should post later. If not, take it away and do what you will. I’m still not exactly sure whose in this little party.
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Up until recently, the Nar Shadaa skyline had been dominated by several large towers and structures. Now it was one tower and a palace poorer. Almost identical to the palace they had destroyed were two others. One to the north and one to the west. Right now there were headed west to Jova’al his palace in the Gambit.

The sleek freighter had been slaved to Nar Shadaa’s traffic control. It followed a seemingly endless stream of fighters, freighters and smaller capital vessels. Approaching the Hutt any different then this would arouse suspicion they would not need.

Inside the ship the three people going to the Hutt’s palace were going through their roles.

“So Reysha, you’re the informant who found out about the Empire coming this way. If they ask you how you knew, tell them you owed someone a favour. Arson, you’re my right hand man, you carry the case with the crystals and pearls. The important thing for you is to keep your headgear on at all times. If they see your face, we failed and immediately go for aggressive negotiations. In that case, make sure the Hutt doesn’t escape.”

Both nodded their approval, in fact, Jolturn hinted, they were probably tired of him drilling it in their heads. Perhaps he was overreacting as of why this was so important. Truth to be told, he wasn’t too keen about Malachore at all.

“Both of you will do fine. Just follow my lead and don’t speak unless spoken to.” He told them, his voice soft and compassionate.

With a reverberating thud that could be felt throughout the ship, they settled down on a landing pad just outside the Hutt’s palace.

“Tell me again why you are the one doing all the talking?” Resha asked the Jedi Master as they walked to the ships hatch.

Jolturn was about to roll his eyes but instead answered. “Because I say a lot without talking much.” He couldn’t help but grin at the thief’s bitter remark. He turned to Arson as they reached the hatch. “Arson.” He began as the soldier pressed the pressure release button, opening the hatch. “If things go sour, I’m counting on you to cover me.”

The clone nodded. The ramp had extended from the ship. Three men, dressed in wealthy clothing set out into the night towards the Hutt’s palace.


OOC: Finally a post. Sorry for the lack of it, it's 33 degrees celcius in Holland, waaaay to hot to not be on the beach. :P
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ooc: Ditto here, it's pay day and the first thing a bought was a fan.
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ooc: slight situation. so i leave home saturday night to go to be a counselor at a sports camp in upstate new york. (thats not the situation part). I'm going to have email access, just not so sure about open interent access. But i dont want to stop posting. Anybody willing to email me updates in posts, and then post my replies?

eh?

dont yall speak up at once now...
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OOC: You know Adam, I don't really mind the heat, but it just seems that we go from sub zero tempertures to tropical ones. Before last week it was 6 degrees , now its 34 in the sun.. :(

Hector, I could update you every 2 days, perhaps every day with the posts. :)

OOC included? or OOC exluded?
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ooc: hell if u dont include the ooc you may aswell update monthly.
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ooc: Jolts, sounds about good. Toss in everything, why not. And I guess a daily/ 2 days...whatever works best for you.
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OOC: 92 degrees here in the Chicago suburbs... I had to walk home from summer school. Ouch. Chicago has strange seasons... We have fall start in about October,, and we have cool temperatures until mid-November when it goes below freezing. It stays like that until we get our first week of summer in February, and then a couple days of spring and back to winter again.

In March spring starts again, unless it doesn't, in which case it starts in May. Past mid-May it may continue to be spring or go to summer, regardless at the start of June the temperature goes to 90+ degrees, except for a possible week or so of spring again.
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OOC: Hrm, I haven't really described what Kimoshe looks like or anything. And Adam's already threatening to shoot me. Just like old times.

And you guys are whining about some pretty mild temperatures. I'm sitting in the toxic humid soup that is the Mississippi athmosphere right now. Ah, 98 degrees, 100% humidity - that's what I love. Feeling my skin sizzle, my sweat pouring even at 2 in the morning.

I love it. Constant OOC, interesting IC situations - feels like Space Patrol. Except with something sticky in the corner.

IC:

"Heeeey!" Kimoshe yelped. "Can we just settle for shooting me none at all?!"

Kimoshe was a smallish guy, wirey and stringy, hardly strong and certainly not a fighter. Or a lover. In fact, it was his wretched luck with the opposite sex that had convinced him to follow the girl who was about to crush his vertebrae - which was a slight improvement over his luck in the past few days.

But not much. He had a tangled mat of hair, and tattered dredlocks of it were falling down into his face at the moment, whipping around as he was being manhandled.

By a woman.

Normally, he wouldn't have minded, but the grip hardly seemed friendly. As Cleo spun him expertly, he looked right at Litan Adats.

"Allergies?" He asked, seeing his swollen face. "The bartender makes a wicked Gromian Twister with a shot of antihistamines. Ghhhhhk!"

"Why were you following me?"

"Shavvit! Have you seen the dress you're wearing?" Kimoshe whimpered. "Are you here for the tourney? I know about a little plot someone's hatching - if you let me go without anymore of this physical agony, I'll let you in on it."

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Arson nodded. "You got it sir." Arson hit the button and the ramp slid into the freighter. He turned and Sal was standing in the hallway with a broad smile on his face.

"Don't do delicate too well do you grunt?"

"No, I don't kid. But neither will they. Once the Hutt knows who they are, he'll try and kill them. Did you get the schematics I needed?"

"What do you think? Hutt encryption, what a joke. And im in their security systems, little slimeballs." He smiled broadly. "They never had a shot."

"Link the feed and schematics into my helmet. I'll need them when I move in."

"You got it grunt. What should I tell Daa'luk?"

"Tell him I'm arming up - and if he wants to have some fun to be at the ramp in twenty. And you better have the helmet ready by then."

Sal grinned more. "No faith grunt?"

Arson didn't smile. "My faith is gone."

He turned and walked into his room where his armor waited him. He began to don it for the first time since Sluis Van.
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Snipe found a spire high enough to get a line of sight to the palace and the freighter ramp. There the gambit stood and three people just departed. He readied his rifle and found his focus. When they came back out, they were dead. This was is training, he could stay here focused for days waiting for his shot. Somehow Snipe felt it wouldnt be quite so long.
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Ace sat at the table and watched the small group enter. They matched the description the ISS had sent him. He clicked the small device on his belt sending the signal back to Chamberlain's ship and the enforcement team that he had contact. Truth be told he was a card player here to win this tournament, but he had unfortunate friends and even more unfortunate enemies. BUt his role ended here... well not completely, he still had to stay alive through the firefight that would surely come.

He didnt even know who was on this elimination team... where they were coming from, or how they would look.

All he knew was when the fighting started he was getting the heck out of the way.
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"Captain, our asset has reported contact, elimination squad is in place."

Chamberlain nodded to Wells... "Very good. Very good. Prepare to jump in system if they happen to escape. I don't want to lost them. Any visuals on the Inquisition?"

"None Captain."

Let's hope it stays that way.
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Ooc: So, very, very tired. If I read this 2m and it’s as bad as I fear it to be, I will re-write it. If anyway wants to re-tell the events better than this. PLEASE GOD DO IT.

Ic:

As the four entered the room, Goral, the team from the Oath and a pair of the Jedi* were already making themselves at home. That is Goral had his head in his hands lamenting the whole sorry situation, the Jedi were either meditating on the greater meanings of life (or more likely catching up on much needed sleep judging by the occasionally snore) and the security team were packing up their gear after sweeping the place for bugs.
Suddenly Cleo slapped Litan.
“Oww…” he rubbed his reddened cheek. “What?”
“I saw that Lits, stop looking at my ass.”
“I was just checking out this lowlife’s story.” Litan prodded the scruffy little frakker forward with the barrel of his gun. He stumbled and fell to his knees in front of a luxuriously upholstered couch, the bump woke up one of the Jedi, the other rolled over and began snoring even louder. “I can almost believe him.”
From the look on her face Litan knew she was angry at him, he tried very hard to suppress a laugh and he couldn’t resist teasing her that little bit more.
“Hey why do you think I pulled you out of trouble in the first place girly girl? I’d spent the better part of three months in the Coruscant Bantha watching your butt wiggling, waiting for a Jedi to turn up. That’s hours of entertainment I owed you for.”
She threw him a close approximation of his own, ‘I am most displeased’ No. 2 look and this time he couldn’t hold back a laugh.
“Dix my boy,” he put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You are now witnessing one of the galaxy’s cutest sights. An angry, little lady dressed up like a pampered, princess.”
Cleo was now a very pissed off tomboy and Litan had not only delivered one of the gravest insults he possibly could to her, he’d also clichéd her. She didn’t say anything. Instead she glared at Dix before storming off into a side room.
“Hey! What did I say?” the kid called after her. She slammed the door.
Litan stopped chuckling a few moments after Dix had finished glaring at him.
“Sorry Fashion, but with this makeup frakking me about I couldn’t help myself.”
Litan tore off the nose and chin, tearing the hairs straight off of his face and leaving a few points of blood to well up on his chin, before carefully peeling out his blue contacts and placing them in their container.
“Ok are we up?” Asked the Captain, stepping over Kimoshe’s legs as he made his way over to the Rodian sat in the corner.
“Shure am bosh.” The green creature slurped in his best approximation of basic. He was hurriedly tapping away at a data pad that he’d jacked into the in the rooms data-terminal with some undeniably non-standard links.
“He’s already in the system and we’ll have all the data we’ll need to get started.” Joined Mr. Orpas who was leading the security team. “We’ll still need access to the central security net though if we’re going to go ahead with this.”
“Ahead with what?” Asked Kimoshe.
“Shut up.” Litan turned to Dix. “Kid, new job, watch this creep and find out if he’d any use to us. Oh and if he runs away…”
"Tucker, there's a very fine line between not listening and not caring. I like to think I walk that line every day." -Church. Red vs. Blue.

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Ic:

"yeah, I know. Shoot him."
"Nah just cut off his foot, the left one."
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"Left?" Goral asked. "Why specifically the left? Have you ever considered the possibilities that cutting off the right foot are? Not only are most people right-footed, in some cultures-"

The look on Litan's face was enough to shut him up.

"Yeah, all right. Hey, you into the security yet? I don't like the thought of staying here a whole lot longer. I have some gambling to do."
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ooc: Unless something drastic happens i promise a large post 2m or the day after. Anyone wants to do anything fine. Litan is going to go to the tournament, anyone else involved should do whatever they will.
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OOC: A post shall be coming to you tomorrow morning :)
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(ooc: Wow. This takes way too much time to keep up with reading, let alone posting. :) Keep up the good work, guys. Maybe someday Cameo will make a return...)
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