One Baras. Coming Right Up! (D6, LA)

[Kristal Serasai]

Kristal rose, and looked to the woman in disbelief, "Why, exactly, would you come to a place like this in heels?"

[Sylvain Torsin]

He smirked slightly at Kristal's question, "We have transportation. Sith Serasai and I have a formal meeting to attend later in the afternoon, avoiding the swamp sounds to be in all our best interest."

He then said, "I am Sylvain Torsin. What are we to call you?"

[Dapper Dog]

"Blue Hazard sounds fine, Just call me Bee for short," she says after a moment of thought. She says to Kristal, "These shoes totally kill with this ensemble."

OOC: You will need ground transportation, you can rent a speeder for 70 credits.

[Sylvain Torsin]

He chuckled through his nostrils once and nodded, "Alright Bee, let's go."

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Pay 70 creds for the speeder

[Kristal Serasai]

"Of that I am sure," she comments, looking down to the womans poor feet. Although, it was impossible to deny it was a good look. Hopefully, she thought, the mynocks would appreciate it.

With that, Kristal followed them out to the speeder.

[Dapper Dog]

The jorueny to the palace takes about forty minutes through swampy terrain. The palace was surrounded by several bunkers and buildings and sprouted out of the swampy overgrowth like boils. The guards at the gate stop the speeder and a nikto says in Huttese, "What's your business here?"

[Sylvain Torsin]

Sylvain nods to the man, "I am Sylvain Torsin, Delegate of the Sith Empire and apprentice to Darth Vengean. It has come to my knowledge that something that belongs to me has come under the possession of your master. I am here to make amends for any misunderstandings and entreat with him so we may find an agreeable compromise for both parties in this matter."

[Kristal Serasai]

Kristal crossed her arms over her stomach. Concealing, through natural movement, her readied stance in case something ever went down.

[Dapper Dog]

The guards spend a moment in communication and then one says, "Go on, head to the palace. Don't get lost."

[Sylvain Torsin]

Sylvain drives the speeder towards the palace and gets out once parked.

Walking up the steps to the entrance he looks to Bee and asks, "Hell of a time to ask... but you don't seem to be a seasoned operative. What is your relation to this man?"

[Dapper Dog]

"He's a friend... kind of. It's complicated, I just feel awful," she says with downcast eyes.

[Sylvain Torsin]

He looked up to the door, "We have about 1 minute... any information you have could be crucial for his release."

[Dapper Dog]

She seems flustered and adds, "I tried to help him stop gambling his life away, thought he had kicked the habit and then this all happened. I don't know what else you want to know?"

[Sylvain Torsin]

"Knowledge is power my dear. Even simple details can matter a great deal." He said.

"What name will the Hutt know him by and what is your man's game of choice?"

[Dapper Dog]

"Bas Vim, he was terrible at sabacc," she says.

[Sylvain Torsin]

Reaching the front door Sylvain nodded and turned to Kris. "Here goes nothing."

He pushed open the door and led the group through the halls to the spot where they needed to go to announce themselves to the Hutt.

[Dapper Dog]

The trio are brought before Fa'athra the Hutt who has a sour scowl on his lips and says angrily in Huttese, "Why have you bothered me at such an early hour?"

The room is filled with dancers, guards and a few Mandalorians. All of them looking at the trio. Bee shrinks slightly.

[Kristal Serasai]

Kristal followed, a silent guardian at this point in time. Although Sylvain knew better than to think she wasn't busy. Keeping a casual appearance she kept a calm watch over them. Never once would she trust a Hutt and they were walking into ones palace. Kristal was preparing for, well, anything.

When they entered the room proper she stood tall. Being on the other side of Sylvain it caused quite the image of one woman shrinking while the other squared her shoulders.

[Sylvain Torsin]

Sylvain bows formally to the Hutt, "Greetings Fa'athra, I am Sylvain Torsin Delegate of the Sith Empire, and these are my associates Kristal Serasai and Buella Hazard, or Bee. We come today because we have heard that there is a man who you have justly incarcerated for an offense against you that is a servant of my master... a sort of personal pet if you will... I have come to negotiate a potential release for this man in the spirit of goodwill and friendship in hopes of creating a mutually beneficial relationship between my master and your grace."

[Dapper Dog]

Fa'athra scratches his chin and then says, "Give me a name, Sith."

[Sylvain Torsin]

"Bas Vin, a terrible sabacc player by all accounts." He replied.

[Dapper Dog]

"Even worse at paying his debts, three thousand credits and he can be yours," the Hutt demands and then takes a deep drag from a pipe.

[Sylvain Torsin]

Sylvain tilted his head slightly, "My master's affection for his toy is perhaps limited only to around 1,500 credits... but gaining the good graces of one of the most knowledgeable and influential Sith could perhaps be worth whatever you miss from having this poor excuse of a man hanging from your wall. I'm sure there are times when a bit of information from a reliable source could help you track down individuals who truly insult you and your greatness in more dangerous ways than this foolish gambler."

[Dapper Dog]

"The Sith need to bargain now? So much for their mighty empire, 2700 credits for the mighty Sith empire," he says chuckling loudly.

[Sylvain Torsin]

"If you'll excuse me momentarily Great One, I will confer with my master." He replied with a gracious nod and a turn. He put his hand to his ear as if speaking into a communicator. Then his eyes looked up to Bee and he asked.

"How bad do you feel about what happened? And how much are you willing to put in to get this man free? I can put in a request for a reimbursement later... but I need to know what you have and can give now."