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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:07:54 GMT -8
 Dominating the skyline were four massive 500 meter tall domed
spaceport hubs. Sixty ultra-modern docking facilities were grouped radially around the four
domed hubs. Nearly another dozen docking bays were scattered around the edges of the city
resulting in nearly 75 docking bays being available for visiting starships.
The majority of the cultural, entertainment and government establishments were contained
within the spaceport domes. Each dome contained large multi-level, controlled environment
hotels that catered to the tourist trade. Also contained within the domes were many government
offices, shopping centers, restaurants, museums and theaters.
Outside the general area of the spaceport domes the streets of Mos Entha were much like those
of other Tatooine cities. Swoops and speeders could be found darting around slower moving
traffic like dewbacks and rontos. Jawas and traders from hundreds of worlds clogged the
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Post by Thothrala on Apr 28, 2013 11:29:52 GMT -8
*Landing in the central spaceport hub, The Fang sat down in a vacant bay and shut down. Inside, Thothrala gets out of the cockpit and goes to his quarters where he puts on a formal black suit and a pair of black leather gloves. Before putting on the jacket, he put on a concealed holster that hugged his ribcage and holstered his prized pair of DC-17 holdout blasters. He then placed on his jacket and proceeded to exit the D-5 Mantis. Outside in the bay he finds a terminal and puled up a map of the Hub he was located in.*
Hmm. The Red Rose Cantina sounds like a good choice...That's where I will go until I get contacted.
*Leaving the Bay, Thothrala went up several levels to where the Red Rose Cantina was located. Inside he ordered a private booth and a bottle of Bourbon and drank as he awaited for further instructions from his employers*
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K'aden Vhett
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Post by K'aden Vhett on May 1, 2013 18:37:13 GMT -8
Shadow hunter set down in one of the many areas the city had for ships. K'aden let out a sigh as he usually did when he had to leave the confines of his ship. He spent most of his time here and this was his home, well more his home than any other place that is. He turned his head as he heard the sound of claws on metal and a small smile crossed his face as his beautiful partner, and friend raced through the corridor to the cock pit. K'aden just managed to get up as his strill jumped up and caught him in the chest, nearly knocking him over in the process. He laughed as he caught him.
" You always know when we are going hunting, don't you boy?" He let Coffin down and immediately turned in a circle, it moved toward the door way. K'aden laughed a bit while he began to follow.
" I'm coming buddy, I'm coming." K'aden grabbed his helmet. As they walked through the corridors leading to the ramp. He hit the button and the ramp slowly opened. Was it was open all the way K'aden slid on his helmet, as the suit sealed, his HUD flickered to life. The latest data scrawled across showing he was going in the right direction. He smiled as he looked down at coffin who was eager to get going. " Oya!! boy lets go hunting!" The strill bolted off towards the cantina, well the way K'aden had been pointing.
The port was busy, people rushing around packing goods to sell and things they had already bought. Even with all the rushing around he could still see as well as feel people looking at him, then immediately turning there heads but still watching him. It was never a good thing when you see a Mandalorian in full gear walking with a purpose somewhere. Usually meant trouble, but K'aden smiled, though no one could see it because of the helmet. No one enjoyed looking into the menacing T shaped visor, it's extremely off putting, makes good for negotiating.
It was not a far walk from the port to the cantina. He instructed Coffin to take a post outside the door. he wasn't worried about him no one messed with Coffin he was about as intimidating as K'aden in his armor. K'aden popped open the door and strolled inside. It was not that busy, but that was good less people meant less of a chance for his target to have back up, and made the target easy to spot. K'aden scanned the bar, and to his luck the man he was looking for was sitting in the back of the cantina, nursing a drink in his hand and talking to two very large humanoids. K'aden laughed, this was going to easier than he thought. K'aden moved forward, and caught the eye of the man he was looking for.
" Julan Jor, fancy seeing you here. Mind stepping outside with me so we can chat." The man looked up and stared full into the T shaped visor, and smirked
" Do i know you? Cause it funny I don't usually associate with Mando scum." He motioned for the two large men in front of him to get up. They followed the order and moved to either side of K'aden. They were a head taller, and thicker than K'aden even in his armor.
" Boys, I only need him, but if you want to hurt to that would be fine, I like bonuses. " K'aden shrugged as the man on his left swung and struck the metal of his helmet. The sound of bone crunching could be heard through the out the bar. The man wailed and K'aden chuckled. " It seems I am the only smart one in here." The other man went to produce a blaster but K'aden was quick he slammed his fist in the mans throat, then pulled his Dc-15 pistol and aimed it at the man that had just punched him. He turned his head to look as Julan but he was already sprinting for the door.
" Di'kut," K'aden pistol whipped the man with the broken hand in the side of the head knocking him out, he then turned to the man who was just recovering from the throat punch. So he hit him again in the same spot, the man collapsed to the floor.
Julan had busted through the door and ran out into the street. K'aden casually walked forward replacing his pistol in his thigh holster. K'aden made it to the door in just enough time to see Coffin pounce on the mans back flattening him in the dirt.
K'aden laughed again. " Well well i see you stopped to talk anyway." K'aden came to a stop beside the man laying on the ground. " Coffin get off the nice man." The strill whined and moved to sit by his master. Julan tried to get up. but K;aden kicked him back down into the dirt. then placed his boot under his rips and rolled him over.
" So i hear you owe some people a large amount of money Julan. " K'aden would say as he looked down at the man who was panting.
" I'll pay them back, I'll pay them back i have the money right here. " he yelled as he fumbled to get a cred chip out of his pocket.
" Oh that won't be necessary, My employer said you were in no certain terms a Di'kut." K'aden smiled again though not visible to the man. K'aden would then reach down and take the cred chip anyway. " But I can take that off you."
" Listen buddy take it. Just let me go. I can't go back there I just can't." he almost began to weep.
" Ah your not going back there. Don't worry" the man started to speak, and almost got a what out of his mouth before K'aden pulled his pistol and shot him. He then blinked a couple times to initiate the comlink to his employer, Once the man answered, K"aden turned the comlink to visual settings so the man who hired him could see the job had been completed. For good measure K'aden shot the man again just for more proof.
" Credits have been transferred to your account, it always a pleasure. " The transmission ended.
K'aden checked if the credits had been transferred accordingly, satisfied he smiled " Good hunting boy. " He bent and patted the strill's head. As K'aden turned to look around he noticed that there were few people around but those that were around were staring intently. He flipped the cred chip he pulled from the mans hand to the nearest humanoid " That's yours if you dispose of that for me."
K'aden did not wait for a reply he just strolled off.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on May 3, 2013 6:22:15 GMT -8
Dred wasn't the type to complain, but he was starting to think that having black beskar'gam on a scorching desert planet wasn't such a good idea. Bad enough it was 135+ degrees out. Dred had been working with the exchange for some time now. Exchequer had been a good employer. Even though he had become little more than muscle, he was still paid well.
Dred continued to walk the scorched planet. He walked briskly despite the blasted heat. He was told to meet all the members of the Exchange here.
Dred wasn't to keen on having dar'manda in the group,even though he himself had been branded with that term. It was always recklessly tossed about anyways. No, the dar'manda he referred to were the dar'jetii that were supposed to be working alongside him and the rest. Though he wasn't keen on the notion, he had to admit that they do have the usefulness. To certain extent. Dred never considered them true warriors. They had invisible help guiding them. Hut'uun. Going back to reconsidering taking off his buy'ce, he thinks back to Calum. It had been a few months since he'd seen her. Since her body guard tried to auction her off to some high born di'kut.
Dred arrives at his destination. He heads inside the estate, and waits for Cheq.
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Post by Exchequer Australis on May 3, 2013 8:31:22 GMT -8
A Tarro enforcer sneaks up behind K'aden.
=Kass'ar Jules=
Hold it, no one collects bounties here unless its been cleared by the boss. But, you did do a pretty good job. Follow me, you might like the boss.
He motioned towards the door and uttered in Tarrese about how he hated his job sometimes.
You will like the boss. He does business well.
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Post by K'aden Vhett on May 3, 2013 9:47:27 GMT -8
K'aden got maybe thirty meters before someone came up to him, he did not like when people came out of no where nor did he like surprises. He eyed the man a little before shrugging and turning to follow the man.
" Heads up. if you sneak up on me again like that i will blow out your brains. " K'aden followed silently after that.
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Post by Exchequer Australis on May 3, 2013 9:57:58 GMT -8
The Tarro hissed back in Tarrese. Something about that he would do what he wanted to. He led the man into the Street Entrance of the Estate =Kass'ar Jules= You will go in there and ask for the name of Exchequer Australis. A Duros mercenary will lead you to him. And like that the Tarro enforcer vanished back into the crowd and went back to work.
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Post by K'aden Vhett on May 3, 2013 20:21:42 GMT -8
K'aden made his way back through the city, on his way to the spaceport where his ship was waiting. He smiled as he walked by the cantina where he was just hours ago. Finished one job and got a more permanent one it seems, at least for the time being, he could live with that.
He lifted his arm up as he came with in viewing distance of Shadow Hunter, he hit a button on his wrist whcih controlled the boarding ramp. As he neared he heard the familiar whining of Coffin, the gold colored strill and K'adens partner. The strill glided down from the top of the ship, which was usually his favorite resting spot while the ship was docked. They both boarded, moments later the ship lifted off and broke atmosphere
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on May 4, 2013 5:40:50 GMT -8
Arkan Bloodrage was in his full battle armour, mask and all. He liked the intimidating value as much as the enhanced readiness for a fight. He was walking through the streets of Mos Entha, confident after his little foray above Ryloth. Maybe it hadn't turned up exactly what he had liked but he was still here, his ship was still here and most of his crew was too! During his little escapade he had learned about a gathering organised by his old "friend" Exchequer Australis. He had not officially worked with him in the past, his brother Sorak had, but some of his crew had. Very few had nice things to say about him which intrigued Arkan, Ex sounded like he was good at what he did and the pirates needed allies in this troubled time.
As he walked towards the appointed cantina he witnessed a very interesting scene. A man ran from the building only to be pounced upon by a very strange looking, six legged creature. Then a Mandalorian in full armour stepped out of the cantina, where else would a Mando be!? He briefly spoke with the man and took a credit chip from him, needless to say the bribe did not work and a second later the bounty hunter shot his prey then paused and shot him again. The mans credits would apparently pay for his paupers funeral as a man was clearly paid to dispose of the body. Arkan was slightly impressed, the man's blazon disregard for witnesses showed great confidence, maybe some arrogance but what would you expect from a mando!?
He walked past the arrogant mando as he was approached by another, entering the cantina quickly. He was looking for someone that he had heard was on the planet, a mercenary who would be a good addition to a certain group that Arkan was trying to expand upon. He only had two pieces of information about this being, his name and the fact he wore Ubese armour most of the time. His suit scanned the cantina for being wearing armour and it turned up three results. The Echani scanned the results, one droid, one ex-stormtrooper and one other, sat in the back in a private booth. He didn't have time to investigate the others, he walked straight to the back and the private booth indicated. He resisted the urge to drink rum, his mask didn't allow it very easily.
He sat down opposite Thothrala and stared at him for a moment before speaking. "Do you happen to be Thothrala? My name is Arkan Bloodrage, I hope you have not heard of me, and I have an offer for you if you have the time to hear it?"
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Post by Fiàin on May 4, 2013 8:05:23 GMT -8
These two legged creatures, no matter how similar they looked to her, were a strange bunch. The oddest of them being the man who saved her back when she was caged, his presence was intimidating, and even Gref was nervous around him. He was unpredictable like a non-pack Vornskr, quiet but with an air of menace about him. He fascinated her rather than repelled her, for the same reason the Vornskrs which all other of his kind seemed to fear fascinated her, he was dangerous. Something about him peaked a curiosity inside her that was insatiable.
So when he donned his armor and proceeded to leave the ship, Fiain and Gref followed. Usually she left Gref behind, but the thick stench of civilization that came from the open boarding ramp made her nervous enough to need him. They had followed him out, and the thin dry heat of the planet had felt so strange to her that she almost retreated. It was like the first blast of air dried her skin and made her instantly thirsty. Gref let out a whine, but she sent a reassuring wave of comfort to the Vornskr, who like her had only ever remember living in a humid forest.
They wound their way through the stinking crowds of sweating people, the air of misery almost palpable in the streets. She found herself again wondering what type of animals these humans were, they seemed to stay in places that were inhospitable to life and lived in abject misery for their entire long lives. She didn't understand them, and found their apparent stupidity unnerving...as they were outwardly intelligent but seemed to make choices that seemed to scream idiocy. She shook her head and stayed in the shadows, following Arkan at a distance, relying on Gref's nose to guide her when she lost sight of him. It seemed forever wading through the worst of humanity before she noticed Arkan raising his mask, and shortly after she sensed Gref tense and she hesitated. The Vornskr let out a low growl, and Fia picked up on his thoughts....he smelled blood. Lots of blood and death. This understandably made her very uncomfortable, killing seemed so natural to these humans.
She watched as Arkan entered a building past some heavily armored men, feeling more uncomfortable because she couldn't read anybody's faces or body language through the thick metal. She didn't even know if they saw her as she walked by, unable to see where their eyes were pointed. They entered the bar together, Gref frightening the patrons enough that some left and nobody dared to approach or speak to her. He was useful in that aspect, he invoked terror in most species and his presence kept Fia from having to try and communicate with them. She had re-learned basic, but she wasn't able to understand or comprehend "etiquette" and her very assertive and to the point nature seemed to come off as rude to most humans. She never smiled, as with the Vornskrs, baring your teeth was a threat, not something you did to show amusement or pleasure. Odd, odd humans. Using Gref's much better hearing she turned into his brainwaves and listened to the conversation between Arkan and this other armored man. She settled into a shadowed booth out of sight, and settled in to eavesdrop.
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Post by Darth Forente on May 5, 2013 20:04:02 GMT -8
A roar of engines stole the airspace of Mos Entha as a Theta-class T-2c Shuttle closed in on a landing bay. It slowed as it narrowed on a landing pad on the outskirts of town, before settling down in a dusty torrent. The ramp lowered with a hiss and an armored figure thudded down it. The sight was impressive. The armor was made of overlapping plates that rested over a tear-resistant EVA suit, all of which was painted a muted grey. The helmet, however, was stark white. On the face, it possessed five photoreceptors, and crowning the helmet were two arrays, one being a sensor and the other a com-link. Strapped to figure's back was a DC-15x sniper rifle and holstered on opposing sides of the figure's hips were two Dissuader KD-30 slugthrower pistols.
A few "dock authority" staff members approached the armored figure and ship, with blaster rifles at the low-ready.The man inside the suit of armor, a man known as "the Reborn", did not appreciate this. He did nothing to warrant weapons to be present. But after a moment's thought, he realized that his was an outlaw world and that firefights over territory were common.The "dock authorities" requested identification and payment for landing here, to which the Reborn complied. After he was granted permission for this docking bay to be used, the armored man disappeared back into his shuttle, only to reemerge a few moment's later with six, cuffed, and drugged, male Cathars in tow behind a hovering IT-O Interrogator Droid. The Reborn had a pistol in hand this time, and pressed a few buttons on an integrated datapad as he walked. With another loud hiss, the boarding ramp raised back into the ship, and the shuttled locked down. The Reborn was here on a mission. He needed to get these slaves sold, as his last buyer ended up dead. It was a shame, for the Rodian was a good source of income for the mercenary. The throng of characters left the landing bay and out into the streets of Mos Entha.
Once out in the streets, the Reborn seemed to hesitate. Everything had changed since he was here last, or maybe he was just in a different location within the city. He pulled up a few known slaver traders in the city on his datapad, trying to decided which would be the best to move these six subdued felines to first...
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Post by Zed Bakiska on May 10, 2013 9:13:41 GMT -8
Bat walked into the Thirsty Bantha taking his bowler hat off and dusting it off little particles of sand falling to the ground. Putting it back on his head he walked over to a table full with a pronounced limp, the ornate cane in his right hand could be heard tapping against the floor with every step. The men who had been sitting at the table looked up from their game of cards and gasped, before their eyes was a living legend.
During his time in the army Masterson and his company were sent to fight in a battle on Malastar and after three days of fighting they had been worn down to 28 men including Bat. During their retreat they came across an abandoned fort, where they decided to make their final stand. After three days of brutal fighting, the defenders were on the verge of losing, but Bat would have none of that Sithspit. So he charged out, blaster in one hand blade in the other. Running through the dumbfounded soliders he raised the flag of the fort one last time, this in turn spurred the beleaguered defenders to victory not only in the battle but the war.
The all stood up in unison, but Masterson waved them to sit back down. He walked by them into an empty seat on the bar and sat there.* Barkeep give me your best drink. *Waiting for his drink Bat looked over his shoulder and everything in the room seemed silent enough for his liking. Finally the drink was poured and placed in front of him but at that moment a man walked in.*
Masterson! I heard you were in town, I have a score to settle with y- *He couldnt even finish his sentence before he fell to the ground a gaping hole in his throat. As the blood welled from it and his eyes dimmed Bat walked over to him and the last thing the man saw was a glob of phlegm on his eye. Walking back to his drink he tossed it back then payed for it and walked back out.* Sorry about the mess. *He said as he let a thick death stick and took a long drag on the addictive substance.*
Bat was here for a reason, he had heard that there was the Exchange on the planet and needed contacts and work and figured who better to hire him, than criminals themselves.
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Freya Solomon
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Post by Freya Solomon on May 16, 2013 4:09:49 GMT -8
*I small shuttle dock in one of the hubs docking bays, it had just come from Dathomir with only one passanger. Once the landing had been completed the Young and only member of the misty falls clan leaves the ship in her normall grabs with flowing silver robe behind her. To on lookers she was a blaze of light but in truth she was on the hunt and she was going to kill people. But she needed clues and anyone who got in her way was going to feel the force of a Nightsister with a grudge, and a score to settle. She leave the ship and heads into the hub but she stops and begins to speak in a whisper.*
"Huarj reaogi awry van sjet ekjomi."
*This was a Rage focused outward to deter an enemy.' she delves into the darkness of her own spirit and dredges up the feelings of hatred, jealousy, greed, and rage that linger in shadowed recesses. Using the Force as a power source, she expels these vile emotions in waves of dark side energy that radiate outward in an expanding sphere. Anyone caught in the disturbance suffers immediate confusion, and a few seconds later, flees in fear. Once she had done this she heads for a cantina.*
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Post by Kashk on Jun 27, 2013 5:41:21 GMT -8
The YT-1000 freighter's navicomputer had Kashk flying over Mos Entha. Kashk was still uncertain why he needed a freighter for a transport that never left the planet. Kashk began looking for a place to land, when the navicomputer beeped again and direwcted him the largest spaceport. It was different than the others, definitely not for public use...
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Post by Erin Darkwell on Jul 30, 2013 18:43:53 GMT -8
Cigarra tucked in the corner of her mouth, Erin Darkwell walked down a side street in the city of Mos Entha. The area she found herself in was mostly residential, the dusty corridor of tightly packed sand lined on either side by crowded hovels all pressed in on each other and fighting for space. Most of the sentients she crossed paths with were dirty (although that was hardly their fault), dull-eyed, and quiet. While even the most blatantly wealthy areas of Tatooine were little more than slums by galactic comparison, it was obvious this was the poor part of town. The bin where all the trash was collected.
Side-stepping a portly man in rags who begged her for just a sip from the canteen at her waist, she ducked into an alley and breathed a short sigh of relief as the shadows enveloped her. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to their sudden reprieve from the blinding light of the twin suns. Slumping against the wall, the assassin took a long drag off her cigarra and watched the cloud of smoke drift upward when she exhaled. She was exhausted, coated in grime, and wanted nothing more than to strip out of the fiber armor she was clad in and go to work with a sonic scrubber. But a lady's work is never done, so she pushed thoughts of leisure to the back of her mind and concentrated on the task at hand.
She lingered in the shade of the alley for a few more minutes, then dropped the stub of her cigarra and stepped back out into the street and the blinding sunlight. The slugthrower holstered on her left thigh and the vibroknife in her belt alone might not have been enough to deter the gaggle of teenage toughs that were waiting for her, but when they caught sight of her pale lilac eyes and the cold emptiness that resided there, they slunk away without a word.
With a humorless snort of laughter, Erin continued on her way.
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Post by Zik Kine on Aug 16, 2013 15:33:40 GMT -8
*Having landed a ship in the spaceport in the wrong side of town, Zik stepped off and out into the sun. This man was an oddity for Tatooine. Clad in black and white, with a mask of gunmetal and black covering his face. The clothes themselves looked heavy, but on top of that, the Echani had his hood up. Many people would think the man to be broiling under it all, but in truth, it didn't bother him.
He strolled down streets, largely unhindered. The silver eyes peering out from the other side of the mask and from under his hood had a certain look to them. As he turned into an alley way, he was run into by one of the teens fleeing from Erin's direction. The young man took offense to his own mistake and grabbed Zik's robes, trying to shake him.*
-Teen-
Why don't you watch where the hell your going!
Mmmm... I detest children who shout for no reason...
*Zik grabbed the young mans left wrist and pulled his hand away. When the teenage saw his eyes, he backed up, not noticing that his left hand hung limply dislocated.
-Teen-
Wha-what the hell are you?! Watch him boys, his eyes are tricky!
-Teen 2-
Dude, your hand!
The teen with the dislocated wrist looked down at his left hand just hanging there and screamed. Starting to stumble over one another they all ran off down another alley, clearly not having much in the way of luck today. Zik simply shrugged and kept moving, down alley's, possibly on a collision coarse with Erin?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 15:57:59 GMT -8
Chatting briefly with the docking facility, Vee docked at the pad closest to the 'Skyline Hotel' within the second spaceport hub. Instructions were to meet a 'Vos' (although Vee doubted that was the contact's real name) at the hotel bar, who would handle the loading of the shipment. Vee could be directly on her merry way thereafter, nice and neat, piece of cake. At least, that's how it always seemed. So far, that's pretty much how it always went, but these particular shipments always made her nervous.
She quickly, and easily, found the hotel. Although it probably wasn't the best hotel in the area, it was still swankier than she expected and she wished she had worn better clothes to blend in more with the crowd. Ah, well. She could pretend to look like a lost tourist, couldn't she? Which is what she did as she approached the bar, feeling the weight of her hidden slugs pressing against her forearms under her loose fitting tunic. Vos would find her, the instructions said. Which was all well and good, because she didn't have a clue as to who he (or she) was.
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Exchequer Australis
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Post by Exchequer Australis on Oct 13, 2013 16:07:55 GMT -8
Ex was sometime after the private meeting he had with Aya and the others. He was lurking in the bar, meeting with top level lieutenants in secret. His eyes caught the door when a lady Mandalorian entered. Something felt strange as if he knew her. He bade his Tiss'shar lieutenant away and approached her. He had recently intercepted a so called Vos with a tarro enforcer. He had made sure, that the package would be used in his fueling of his drug expansion that he was waging. He walked up to her. Yes, it was Vee, he saw her red hair and knew it. But, he knew he would have to keep his emotions in private with her.
Hello, Vee, is it? I am the "voss" that you speak of. But, its not safe here to meet, eyes are upon us. We need to make our ways to my office. I prefer not to be out in public that much.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 16:21:37 GMT -8
Vee stood cautiously at a distance from the Mando. She had never done business of this nature before with another Mandalorian and was surprised...and wary. His beskargram was eerily similar to Exchequer's, but she couldn't tell if his voice was Ex's. Had it been so long she could no longer remember such things? Over a year, at least. Her heart constricted in her chest, but she brushed the thought away. If it were Ex, surely he would recognize her, and this man clearly didn't.
"Yes, I'm Vee." she said warily. "Lead the way, I'll follow you."
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Post by Exchequer Australis on Oct 13, 2013 16:27:06 GMT -8
Two Durro commandos approached Ex as he made his way to the door. They watched his back and escorted Vee along with them to the Street Entrance of the Estate. He would then reveal himself to her when they had made it to a more protected part of the city. Ex was weary of the public spotlight.They will not harm you, they are security. These streets are not so nice as they appear to be. He said referencing the guards that followed him.
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