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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Nov 27, 2017 20:56:13 GMT -8
The two remaining troopers didn't give the two jedi time to close. With the death of the RiotNova, they dropped their rifles, which were too long for what was coming next. They were already heavily injured. The blast that had killed the rest of the squad had crippled them both. The RiotNova had been spared only due to being further from the blast. Being unable to move meant they couldn't reasonably drag themselves away from the blistering fire. They could still do their duty for a short while, but even that option had passed. They knew it was pointless to face a prepared jedi with blaster weapons. What followed was a move that would be startling in how drilled & precise it was. Both seemed to react in the same instant, moving in shocking synchronicity. Before their rifles had finished settling the short distance to the ground, both had drawn their side arms, pressed the tips against their jaw at the small gap above the neck armor, & pulled the trigger. Other than the lens of the helmets blowing out from the contained force, the end result was surprisingly clean. It was as if a great blade had simply severed their souls from their bodies, leaving only limp dolls behind.
Back at the garrison, three more flat lining health sensors joined the rest of the squad. With a single nod, Marcos begins the first counter in his arsenal. There was a trio of heavy thumps from outside at his signal. Ten seconds later, a second trio of thumps. The heavy munitions would take thirty seconds of flight before they hit with enough force to shatter buildings. He couldn't be sure exactly where the jedi would go to ground after the fight, but he could level the entire block in retribution.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Nov 27, 2017 21:18:25 GMT -8
*The blows connected... but with corpses. Taken their own lives then... pitiable, but more than they deserved. However there was no time to react further, as he pulled himself and his more-exposed child away from the flames, grouping up with the rest of the allied gang members present.*
"Helping out us gangers?" *one quipped with a smirk.* "You sure you're Jedi?"
"Desperate times call for—" *The distant, heavy thump cut him off. His heart sank as he knew what that entailed, but immediately he cried out,* "EVACUATE!"
*The order didn't need to be repeated as he and the entire group fled, most of them in terror. They ran and they kept running. Some stumbled, a few fell, but they scrambled up to their feet to keep running.
Not all of them made it. Most of them reached safety, including Aerandir and Morgan, and were able to take relative cover in an alleyway. The unlucky few who didn't were either caught directly in the blast or killed by debris as a result of the blow. Aerandir held his daughter under him protectively, attempting to center himself in the Force and stave off the righteous fury that now burned in his veins, the same fury that began with the riot trooper daring to aim for his daughter, even when right next to her.
The First Order made a mistake. Decimating an entire block of Mos Eisley may have instilled fear into some, but for others it would only cause them to reject their reign. Now that Aerandir had gone public with his identity, he would only fight back harder... and faster. Ordinance like that meant time was even shorter than ever.*
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Nov 27, 2017 21:45:44 GMT -8
A full dozen salvos from the artillery pieces had been fired at that one section of the city. It was excessive overkill. Anything left in the zone was little more than shattered rubble, the death count would likely never be fully known. Marcos wasn't done yet though. He started calling out new fire coordinates. Each would receive three full salvos before the next set of coordinates would be called. A statement had to be made. Side with the jedi & suffer. Every known ganger base was being targeted. Not even those that considered themselves allies of the First Order were spared. In fact, they were the first ones hit as the novas knew exactly where they where. A few minutes later & the First Order aligned gangs had been wiped clean from the planet. Only those that had been fortunate enough to have been involved in the night's raids were spared. & only then due to being scattered across the city instead of asleep at their hideouts.
They were making good progress on adding more ganger lairs to their tally when the comm message was relayed to Marcos' command shuttle. It wasn't an official communication. In fact, it bore several still secure codes from his old leadership in the Deep Core Imperial Remanent. The contents of the message would have been rather standard, but the sender, where it had been sent from, & how it had been sent painted a clear picture. The message was already weeks old, & it would take his troops weeks more to cross the galaxy to the listed world. He knew he would need to move quickly in order to prevent anything unfortunate happening in his name. This would not be the first time he had to slap down one of his former subordinates. It was quickly becoming a bother.
On one hand, it was fortunate that the entire on planet force was already mustered & waiting for orders. On the other, it meant he would have to cut his message to the locals short, as he couldn't waste time finishing the shelling. He settled on a compromise. The shelling would continue until the last possible moment, while the rest of the troops packed everything back on the shuttles. The artillery pieces themselves would be the last ones loaded. Fortunately for the locals, a fully mobilized company of nova troopers could stow away surprisingly quickly. Within a few more minutes, the trio of guns fell silent as they were packed away as well. Moment later, the shuttles lifted away from the planet & headed out into the deep of space. However, anyone trying to enter the garrison would quickly find it laced with land mines & studded with booby traps. After all, the First Order loved leaving presents for locals.
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Post by Auri on May 23, 2018 11:52:22 GMT -8
Patrick kicks the rest of his drink back as he rises to join Auri heading toward the door. He wasn't entirely sure if she woudn't just steal his ship and run off with it anyway, but he'd made his choice and would stay the course. Catching up with her he takes the lead, walking the short distance to a crowded docking bay full of shuttles and smaller ships. Eventually getting to his own battered Skipray blastboat, it's paint dark grey and chipped. He stops outside it as the boarding ramp descends and he gestures for her to go first. Ladies first. There are a couple bunks in a small cabin behind the cockpit. I hope you weren't expecting luxury because we're going to be real close on this journey. He laughs a little smiling at her. The ship was small but the two of them shouldn't have to many space issues for the journey, assuming she didn't kill him in his sleep and take the ship for herself, but hey, what's life without a little rist?
"Luxury isn't something I've experienced much of in my life, by the way we are being followed. I don't think the Hapan would have caught up with me here yet, she wouldn't want things widely spread around places like this, do you have any enemies that might be looking for you?"She looked at Patrick with curiosity, wondering how he would react to be followed, but didn't hang back long before boarding the ramp, if he did have enemies she didn't fancy being caught in the crossfire. |
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Post by Patrick Avem on May 27, 2018 23:19:25 GMT -8
Patrick had a quick pang of worry when his new companion mentions being followed before remember that anyone who would be after him would be more likely to shoot and kill than to follow. Shaking his head he locks the ship up tight before beginning the blastboat's startup sequence. I doubt it's anyone looking for me. Anyone after me is either already dead or thinks I am. Whoever it is we aren't going to give them much chance to do anything. Thankfully the small ship only took a couple minutes to complete it's engine startup. Barely waiting for clearance from what pretended to be a port authority on this dustball Patrick throttled up, taking the ship as quickly as possible up into space and onward to their destination.
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Post by Kingpin the Hutt on Jul 12, 2018 22:22:31 GMT -8
A TL-1200 transport docks. An assortment of riches are off-loaded including a floating LO-KD57 sail barge carrying a monster of a Hutt awith Kowakian monkey-lizard on a leash. He departs, followed by his entourage of gangland thug bodyguards, hookers, thieves and other trash
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Post by Scar on Oct 26, 2019 22:30:53 GMT -8
Yet, despite the wondrous atmosphere, there was a dark side to it all. The Jinn Cabal, though a criminal organization that had sole ownership of the Fortunate Sun, had its darker secrets besides smuggling, handling various shady businesses and so forth. Its own leader was a masked man, with a distorted voice, who simply went by the name of Lord Ghaz, a rumored force-user by those who could only speculate who he was. For him to appear, physically, meant something serious. Even getting a transmission from the unseen overlord was business that needed one's undivided attention. Only a few truly knew who he was, one of which everyone knew as Metis Daru, a famed woman of this establishment. Those who tried to learn his identity ended up vanishing and, a number of times, those who failed also ended up with their lives forfeited into his iron grip. Lord Ghaz was someone that the Cabal respected for his power and feared that very same power.
Through all the noise within the main parts of the establishment, up above, behind a closed door, Zalam worked to examine today's gains. He glances at his door as something whirls upward, crashing into the ceiling. Third glass in the past ten minutes! What were his guards doing?! The feline-looking humanoid just decides to go back to his work, keeping up his alias as best as possible. It was hard, leading a dual life as one person and then another, but it was a necessary decision. Zalam wanted to see things with his own eyes, not have minions report everything to him. Total isolation was not something the Cathar desired, it only brought its own degree of trouble. This was a business built by him and Zalam had to run it! Not everyone could be trusted with money or management after all.
As Zalam finishes the report of the first three quarters of the day, the male would lean back in his chair for a moment. He raises his hand, focusing for a moment to cause the datapad to levitate slightly. Some people called this luck, the luck that made the Cathar rich and powerful. He knew it was more than that, but never wanted others to know. The datapad lands on the desk as a knock was heard.Yes?The door unlocks from there, making Zalam exhale slightly.Oh... it's only you. Didn't want someone seeing me use the Force, Metius. |
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Post by Metis Daru on Oct 26, 2019 23:02:20 GMT -8
It had been the lively atmosphere that had originally brought Metis to the Fortunate Sun, but she stayed for the credits and the training she received from Lord Ghaz, but more commonly known as Zalam. People often question why she and the man in charge of finances spent so much personal time together. Most assumed she was performing special favors to get larger payouts, a rumor she didn't bother to correct, because she knew how much Zalam wanted to remain unknown as the true mastermind behind the Cabal. Tonight though she and her crew were celebrating another successful mission with drinks and dancing. Something many of the patrons of the bar appreciated. One such male, a little too much. Whilst dancing with Metis, this Devaronian got a little too 'familiar' with her. She gave the horned alien a gentle push, so he would keep a more respectful distance, but he came back. Rolling her eyes, the Twi'lek began to move away from the male, but he grabbed her by the arm. This proved to be a great flaw on his part. His face was soon made acquainted with the green fist of the female smuggler. Shocked by the force of the punch and the sudden broken nose, the Devaronian stumbled back and fell, banging his head on a table and catapulting a glass from it into the ceiling. Temporarily no longer in the mood to dance, or in the main part of the bar, Metis bid a momentary farewell to her crew who kept dancing, and not for a moment doubted their captains safety.
After retrieving a couple drinks from the bar, Metis made her way up to the offices. None of the guards stopped or even questioned her at this point. They knew better. Her trip unimpeded, the Twi'lek was soon knocking on the office door where Zalam kept the books. The door hissed open and the female flashed her winning smile to the Cathar. Walking over she sat down Zalam's favorite cocktail in front of him before leaning against the table herself. She was wearing her favorite outfit. A pair of very tight pants and a matching bralette top that both looked like a sky full of stars. Taking a sip of her drink, Metis shrugged.
Like your thugs would let anyone else back here at this hour? She gave a bright and cheery laugh. Come on, lighten up a little! You should come dance with me and the girls!
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Post by Scar on Oct 27, 2019 8:29:03 GMT -8
After retrieving a couple drinks from the bar, Metis made her way up to the offices. None of the guards stopped or even questioned her at this point. They knew better. Her trip unimpeded, the Twi'lek was soon knocking on the office door where Zalam kept the books. The door hissed open and the female flashed her winning smile to the Cathar. Walking over she sat down Zalam's favorite cocktail in front of him before leaning against the table herself. She was wearing her favorite outfit. A pair of very tight pants and a matching bralette top that both looked like a sky full of stars. Taking a sip of her drink, Metis shrugged.Like your thugs would let anyone else back here at this hour? She gave a bright and cheery laugh. Come on, lighten up a little! You should come dance with me and the girls!
As the Cathar drink a swig of it, his eyebrow went up at the comment by Metis about joining her and her crew for a dance. That's just what the crew needed, more evidence of something going on between Ghaz's public disguise and the lucky smuggler of the Jinn Cabal. At least it was a good cover though. Zalam exhales slightly, patting his desk where the various documents and datapads were.I have to keep with my uptight disguise, Metis. The meticulous Head of Finances. Although, at this point, with the rumors abound, I suspect that impression has been altered to a great degree. You do know how to bother my public face whenever possible.Zalam tries to chuckle before feeling a muscle tense in his neck. The Cathar rubs his neck slightly before looking at the time. He had been up here for, at least, four hours doing calculations. Maybe a break was something he needed, but to Zalam, dancing wasn't the first thought.Besides, don't you have your crew to dance with? Or one of your many admirers down below?This was Zalam when he wasn't Ghaz, modest and all. |
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Post by Metis Daru on Oct 27, 2019 9:23:30 GMT -8
Taking another sip of her own Corellian rum, Metis gave a smile. She sat down the drink and moved behind the Cathar's chair. Metis could tell by his posture and that rub at his neck that he had been working for a while with out a break. With her small, yet strong hands, the Twi'lek began to massage Zalam's neck. It wasn't anything sensual or sexually motivated, just Metis wanting to see if she could unwind the tightly wound Zalam. True, but imagine the looks on everyone's faces when the famously uptight Master of Coin comes on out and busts out his gnaaarly dance moves! She couldn't help but giggle again as she continued to rub his neck and upper back. Besides, those admirers think all they need to do is buy me some drinks and dance reeeeally close to me for something 'magical' to happen, and I'm getting tired of busting skulls on tables... Which by the way I guess I owe the bar a new glass.
She giggled at the last comment as she stopped rubbing the fur covered neck of her half-cathar master, and gave him a small scratch behind an ear. Then she walked back around the chair to her original spot. Once more picking up her drink to sip. The girl certainly didn't expect Zalam to cave tonight, or not even tomorrow, but some day she would get him on the dance floor! But for now she was continent just to spend time with him.
Anyway, all anyone thinks is happening is I'm using my womanly ways to get a larger cut of the payment. Which I think is better than them thinking I or you are actually Force users.
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Post by Scar on Oct 27, 2019 10:02:27 GMT -8
Zalam would have rolled his eyes at her remark of his supposed 'gnarly dance moves' but the male was a bit too much at ease from the massage Metis was giving him. In truth, the Cathar probably stressed himself out more as his public disguise than his shadowy persona, Lord Ghaz. The only stress that he encountered then was the early tutelage of his Twi'lek apprentice, but she had a better grasp of her own power now which made the training a bit more easy.
His eyebrow arches though at her words, causing Zalam to glance behind him and look at the smuggler.
So you caused that glass to fly to the ceiling? ...why am I not surprised?
Zalam says as he eases back into his chair, relaxing once more. Metis did paint an interesting picture of his uptight persona appearing on the dance floor with the woman nearby. He would certainly earn glares from her admirers and whispers from the members of the Cabal and the cantina. His thoughts paused though when Metis scratched behind his ear for a little, causing a deep purr to emit from his throat. Damn her, thought Zalam, as she moved away to return to her spot from before. Ever since learning of that soft spot, Metis really liked to tease him with that whenever she could.
The Cathar listens to Metis momentarily before drinking his cocktail. For a moment, his blue eyes glance at her attire before looking up from where he sat. It was obvious that his gaze from before was the hint of "what makes them think that?"
Can hardly blame them for their rumors. They probably think you just parade around in front of me, with the door closed, till I toss the credits on your lap. However, like you said, better than them realizing that our luck is actually the Force. Best they remain ignorant of the truth.
Speaking of which, thought the male as he reaches into his desk and sets down a bag of credits next to Metis. It was the due earnings from her recent mission with her crew. This was the second payment which was agreed by their client beforehand. One payment before she left and another for a successful job.
Mister Rokko dropped this off early today. Would have gone looking for you, but I suspected you were passed out somewhere.
He lifts another small bag, jiggling it slightly.
Already took out the Cabal's ten percent fee. Still plenty in there for you and the ladies.
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Post by Metis Daru on Oct 27, 2019 10:18:22 GMT -8
A smile lit up the Twi'lek's face as she took the large bag of credits. Peeking inside it all looked correct, she'd count it later back on the ship, though she trusted Zalam, she didn't trust Rokko. Taking out a few chits and sliding them into her pocket to buy a round for her crew and possibly the bar, she closed the bag back up.
Yeah, as if the Fortunate Sun doesn't already earn enough of this back from me and the girls for drinks. Another mirthful giggle as she did toss another chip over Zalam's way. For the glass. And as if I'd be passed out enough to miss this party! You must not know me as well as you think. She said with a teasing grin before drinking deeper into her rum. After a pause she continued. But you got any new jobs lined up for me? Or are you wanting to keep me around for a bit?
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Post by Scar on Oct 27, 2019 12:52:43 GMT -8
Zalam catches the credit and tosses it into his small bag. Not that she needed to pay for the glass, but likely the patron, whose jaw she smashed, wouldn't be willing to pay unless his arm was twisted by one of Cabal's thugs that act as the Cantina's security. The Cathar looks back over at Metis, finishing cocktail quietly.
And yet, your crew says you slept plenty in your ship, upon your return. I know you pretty damn well, Metis.
He points his finger at her before leaning back in his chair. Zalam contemplates a moment on her words, then proceeds to answer her question. For now, leaving out the juicy bits that would certainly intrigue her.
Take a break from smuggling for a bit and stick near my side. Got a job I am gearing the Cabal up for. The potential of which could propel us to greater heights and ambitions, Metis. Something we need to get off this hovel and make us our own kings.
He grins at the Twi'lek, having been planning this op for some time. It was only now starting to take shape. And perhaps, in a way, it was time for him to get some payback and tease Metis a little. The Cathar conjures up a datapad that was hidden away to the right of him. He waves it slightly to get her attention.
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Post by Metis Daru on Oct 27, 2019 13:09:50 GMT -8
A mischievous smile now came onto Metis' lips as bit her tongue gently. It wasn't like Zalam to ground his best smuggler with out good reason, and typically it was for some serious day long training sessions. But this didn't sound like any of that, she was very intrigued by all the possibilities. Finally she gave him a wink and a snap that ended in a finger gun. You got it, boss. I'll let the girls know they can make themselves comfortable for a bit. But what's the job? Taking it to the Hutts? Hitting a treasure shipment of the Empire? Come on, Scar, you know I can keep your secrets, give a girl a hint.
She as now leaning over closer to Zalam, soon whispering in his ear and her hand hovering not far from his favorite scratching spot as an implied 'threat.' Again, she didn't expect him to break, not this easily, but maybe she could get a clue out of him, or perhaps he was being vague for dramatic effect before dropping his bombshell of a plan. What ever his mind was Metis was eager to know it!
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Post by Scar on Oct 27, 2019 19:31:40 GMT -8
Metis was working her charms on Zalam and even attempting to threaten him with another scratch on his 'soft spot.' His apprentice was learning well how to not play fair with anyone. Slowly, the male turns slightly to look at the Twi'lek, who was rather close to him. For a moment, it looked like there may be some defiance, but, for now, he would let her in on his plan.
...You owe me for my kindness, you hear?
Zalam says before the datapad was offered to her hand, allowing Metis to peek. There wasn't much, in terms of details, but there was a list present on datapad of several models of warships, some of which were pretty ancient by today's standards of spacecraft. A Venator-class Star Destroyer, a Lucrehulk Battleship, an Imperious-class Star Destroyer, the list went on with specs and even suggestions for modifications.
Zalam waits till Metis looks at him after she reviews the details of the datapad. He reaches forward, taking the datapad.
It's still being discussed between myself and my lieutenants, but I think our next big move will make us more galactic, Metis.
His boot was heard stomping on the floor twice as an indication.
Turn this filthy cantina into something even more grand... a mobile shadowport. Imagine the riches we could acquire, the operations that could be conducted, the increased flexibility and potential, and all thanks to our possession of a shadowport, policed and manned by our own. A Cabal property that could move where we want it to.
Zalam's face slightly darkens as he shows off a devious grin.
We make the tarrifs, we make the fees, we own the shops, the vendors, the means of revenue... we control everything.
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Post by Metis Daru on Oct 27, 2019 20:34:27 GMT -8
She leaned in even closer, their noses almost touching as she put on her bedroom eyes and lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. Oh, you know I always pay my debts. This seductive attitude soon melted away into the joy of someone who won a game unexpectedly. Jumping up and down as she took the data pad, she bounced back to her spot on the table, a wide grin on her face. Metis read over the list and the further she got the more contemplative her face was. She looked at him with confusion, but that was soon clarified. Their own private shadowport! Now that was a game changer. Once again her face lit up and she looked off into the distance as she started to imagine what life would be like on the move like that. Never in one place, bringing them to new and exotic locations. Not fearing the possibility of a First Order or Hutt invasion putting them out of business. It was wonderful. Her focus returned to Zalam as she once more started to bounce with excitement. Okay, so how are we pulling this off? I can haul a lot of stuff, but I don't think I'm fitting one of these in my Firefly's hold.
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Post by Scar on Oct 27, 2019 20:58:53 GMT -8
Zalam watches as Metis seemed extremely happy, more than anticipated, about this planned operation. Even his lieutenants saw the benefits to finding a good ship and turning it into a mobile shadowport from which business could be conducted and the Cabal could carry out its operations. It would be quite the investment as his financial examination estimated a total of eighty percent, if not more, of their savings would be sunk into this total overhaul. This included the price of purchasing the ship if one could not be properly stolen nor salvaged. Of course, if the mission was a success, the selling of this cantina would likely bring in a profit to help with the costs of their planned overhaul of whatever ship they acquired for the purpose of being a shadowport.
The Cathar offers his hand, taking the datapad from her and putting it away within a secured drawer of his desk.
Now you see why I have been playing Zalam a lot more than usual. Keeping an eye on the books and making sure our money is thoroughly regulated without giving away a hint of our objective. Its gonna be a huge dump of money... and we need to make sure every credit is spent just right.
The male strokes his furry chin, thinking of how they were gonna pull it off. It was still much a work in progress.
There is still much to discuss. We have been doing our best to acquire assets and ensure manpower within the Cabal is readily available. We have even begun trying to find a contractor to gain some droids to use as expendable firepower. Everything is slowly coming together. Remember, Metis, patience is a virtue we must utilize. The time will come... I can feel it.
Zalam says, confident in his ability to see this operation through and having the outcome that suits the Cabal well.
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Post by Metis Daru on Oct 27, 2019 21:12:44 GMT -8
Her eyes still sparkling with excitement, Metis stood and finished her drink. Well, whatever you need done, you can count on me! And don't worry. Like I said, I can keep a secret. The woman walked around the office, trying to imagine what the sorts of meetings would be like on the ship. And how different everything else would be too. Looking out at the crowded bar and dance floor, she wondered at how big a party they could through in the hanger of one of those ships! Though their was one question that still slightly gnawed at her, she turned back around to face the half-Cathar to voice it. With how costly this will be, shouldn't I be out their making us some more creds?
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Post by Scar on Oct 28, 2019 7:48:40 GMT -8
She was right about keeping the secret part. Already, two of his late lieutenants had almost given up the secret of Lord Ghaz, underestimating the power that Zalam had at his disposal. One disappeared without a trace, a victim of his darker persona, while his confederate had been handled, personally, by Metis. Ever since then, the lieutenants of the present day kept in line and obeyed the will of Lord Ghaz. Yet, Zalam never seemed to worry much about Metis and her becoming a liability. Whatever reasons kept her lips shut, it was working so far.
His chair moved slightly as Zalam rose, walking over to view the dance floor as well. His ears catching the question presented by Metis. Once more, the Cathar points at his desk where a small stack of leaflets had been left. The Cabal had many businesses and one was starting to reap in the money.
We are calling in favors owed and loans that have remained unpaid. If we weren't making this move, I would have left them to fester and build up further interest, but their worth is much needed now. My collectors have already acquired several thousand more credits from what is owed so far from clients and debtors.
He says as he moves to lean against the wall adjacent to the view of the dance floor, keeping out of sight for now. Zalam then looks over at Metis.
I may still send you and your crew out for a last bit of credits. At least you know how to bring in a good haul better than anyone else.
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Post by Metis Daru on Oct 28, 2019 12:22:26 GMT -8
A smirk crossed the green skin'd woman's painted red lips. Metis did know how to get a client to sweeten the deal. Most times it took a couple bats of the eyes and they caved into an extra 5%. She also wasn't afraid to use her sexuality to raise the price even higher, though that was only for the most attractive customers. Her rates were pricey enough that she and her crew never wanted for anything, so often times it was more about the challenge of what she could get away with than the actual extra cash. But now it would be different. With a clear goal for the future of the Cabal in her sights, if she had any more jobs before the acquisition of the ship happened, she'd be doing a good deal extra to bring in more credits. Another smile, wink, and finger gun was sent Scar's way. You got it, boss! Anyone else you need taken care of while I'm in town, just say the word. She then walked playfully back to the desk and sat in Zalam's chair, leaned back with her feet on the desk and arms behind her head. A perfect snap shot of who she was. Someone who hadn't a care in the world, or at least knew how to look like it, and was never one to be down or serious for too long. When's my next training session anyway? Moving boxs and all is fun, but when do I get to the really cool stuff, like zzzzzzaaaaaping someone with lightning? She held out her hands and made the steriotypical hand motions of using Force Lightning, even going as far as to make the sound effects and mock cries of pain. Oh no! How could you, Metis, all I wanted was a dance? Well you should have asked nicer! Muhahaha!
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