Nar Shaddaa

Durasay went through his contacts in his commlink, trying to scrounge up some who could help with this particular problem. Plus, Breakfast off ship sounded better than another meal of ration packs. Obviously, he told Craw his plan, after he left a message with Shaisha. One good thing that came from Aris' death.

His contact book was filling up quickly.

When he and Craw had arrived, he had asked for a corner booth, and a round of Talyc Mando'ade's to start with for beverages.

"Would you like me to present the idea, Craw, or would you?"

Craw sipped his drink, that same dull rage seething beneath his face. He looked around at the bar before answering. "You're better at talking than I am."

It had been easy for Shaisha to blend into the crowd at the Viper, considering how she was easily a head shorter (or more) than most of the clientele. And with the hood of her robes up, it wasn't easy to take notice of the red-skinned Sith.

That was until she won the round of sabacc with a few of the other patrons, and triumphantly stood up with her newfound winnings. "Guess the pot is mine. Better luck next time, guys," she flashed them a pearly-white grin as her hood fell back.

Looking around, she spotted the Pantoran. It wasn't everyday someone like Craw and Durasay were met with a friendly smile from a pureblood sith... but as she came closer, there it was.

"Must say, your message surprised me, Mixo." She looked to the unfamiliar man. "Shaisha Vreysk."


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D6 LM Cheating at Sabacc a little first. Deception/Cunning. 1 Setback from no sleep: 1eP+3eA+1eC+1eD+1eS 2 successes, 2 advantage


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Craw nodded to the woman, his expression hardening slightly. "Craw Toboga. Pleasure to meet you." He sipped his drink.

The Sith was wearing some sort of light armor underneath the open loose-fitting robes, and there was a lightsaber on each hip.

"A pleasure," she smirked with confidence, and quickly took size of the Mandalorian. "Is this about the Aris-project, Mixo?" the female pureblood asked as she sat herself down by their table, "'cause I've kind of not paid attention to that thing lately."

Standing from the booth, he nodded to the Pure-Blood. "Glad you could join us for Brunch." Smiling broadly as the two made their acquaintance, and then sat down.

"Actually no. I'm feeling a bit stifled about that, but this is a different matter." The three drinks were refilled, as Durasay looked at Shaisha.

"My friend here has come across some knowledge that we have to act on. A little rescue mission on Kintan. We need to break a prisoner out, and possibly deal with the sleemo that put said prisoner there." A slight smirk curled his lips. "We need some help."

Drinks were always a welcome icebreaker.

"And who is the 'sleemo' you need dealt with? I won't aid in killing any of my own people."

Craw knocked back the second drink before speaking, in a voice dripping with disgust. "Ain't a sith. It's a hut'tuun."

"Right. Like my friend said, one of yours won't be at risk, except for you or anyone you recommend to come help us. Risk of capture or death is probable. Adventure? More than likely." Durasay took a sip from his own drink, giving Shaisha a smirk. "But for the risk, it sounds like an awful lot of fun, don't you think?" He had to give a slight laugh, as he leaned back in the booth.

"Make for a nice change of pace of the Smuggler's Moon."

"Huttu... oh right, a 'coward' then. Sorry, I don't speak much Mando'a, but I remember the insults."

She leaned back comfortably in her seat, one hand in her lap and the other holding her drink. "Adventure is always an interest of mine... and seeing as it probably won't hurt me or mine, apart from the bruises I might rack up, you have my interest. Death or capture sounds unlikely, unless you two are looking to stir up some pretty big trouble... in which case, my curiosity is piqued even further."

She sipped her drink calmly. "What sort of people do you need for this mission? Muscles? Medics? Slicers?"

Craw chuckled darkly. "Yeah. Coward. Meant it in the other sense though. You know, the word also means a race." He pauses before he answers her question. "Anyone who wants to do it and is trustworthy is welcome."

"Technical expertise would definitely he appreciated. But those with knowledge of the finer workings of... aggressive negotiations would be great." He had to smile at hearing Craw chuckle.

"We also need to start collecting intel on the facility. Anyone you know could help with this?"

"Hm, I could acquire intel on the facility, if I knew where specifically you want me to look. Kintan is a big place, after all." A wry smile. "As for aggressive negotiations, it tends to be one of the things I do very often myself."

Sith. It kind of came with the occupation, it seemed.

"As for some technical expertise... I believe I know someone, who could be persuaded to tag along for a good cause. That is, if you have no objections to working with members of the Republic?"

"I have no qualms about it. Especially considering the reason that the Empire and Republic are here. It would be a good sign for the chance at peace." He smiled at the True-Blood.

Shrugging he idly rubbed the rim of his glass with a finger. "Now, we wouldn't leave you hanging, either. We'll be boots on the ground, obviously."

Craw smiled, his anger being pushed to the background. "Boots on the ground? I think you're underselling us there Dur. Or me at least. I want to be the one who kills that greedy slug fuck." His tone was that of excitement.

"Well, I'm hardly one to stand between a man and his kill," she chuckled and raised her drink slightly in reply to Craw.

"There's one of the Republic officers here... Petty Officer Cole Ormont, navy surgeon. He's pretty skilled from all I've seen, got a pretty smart head too underneath all those curls. He seems like the kind who could be persuaded to take on a... err... charity-mission."

"Charity mission is an interesting way to put it." Durasay mused, bringing his hand to his chin, pensively thinking. "I can't say what kind of rewards we might find, other than what we can take from the target when they are eliminated. This might have to be done on an... obligation system. If you were to help us..." He made eye contact with the true-blood, his smile now genuine, with perhaps a hint of... sadness?

"I'd be willing to owe you, personally, instead of my crew taking on that debt."

The Sith seemed to consider Durasay very carefully as he seemed to put his own neck out for his crew... perhaps almost puzzled by his actions.

"... If the target is a Hutt, I'm sure there will be something of interest there for all of us." If we do get a chance to loot and look around. "I don't mind dealing in favours, but I will say truthfully that I would not ask for something that would endanger you or your crew. Well, not anymore than this favour would."

Now was Durasay's turn to regard the woman with a look. He was used to Sith being less... charitable... than what Shaisha had put forward for herself. He paused for a moment, holding his drink in his hand, without taking a sip.

"Well, perhaps there was a reason why I felt like I could call you about this." All is as the Force wills it. "Hopefully we could find something to benefit us all in that den. If it doesn't kill us first, that is. But we need to find this mining facility on Kintan first. And then see about the rest of the plan. No reason to put the pod before the engines, no?"

"Quite so," she agreed with a brief smile.

"A mining facility? It shouldn't be too hard to look into it... my people are rather busy with some internal affairs, but I should be able to clear out some of their time in the morning to look into it. We want layouts and security info, I take it?"

"Yes. If we can get a prisoner manifest and records, as well as what they're mining, that could be of help." This was actually going better than he has thought.

"Of course. I understand everyone has a lot on their plate. I... we... appreciate anything you can do to help us."

Craw glanced at Dur when the topic of payment came up. His face turned serious. "Don't think I'll let you saddle yourself with all the debt. I'll owe anyone who helps us too, big time." He nods to the sith.

"Sounds like this means a lot to you, Toboga. Who exactly are we rescuing?" She fixed the Mandalorian with her golden gaze.

Craw meets the gaze of the sith, his expression steady. Without a beat he answers "My mother."

"..."

The Sith's hand tighten noticeably around her drink, judging by how her skin tone turned lighter around her knuckles.

"My sympathies... we'll make the hut'tuun pay."