Umgul City

Vinoly Architectural Firm

Though she had been initially preoccupied by her concern that Franz, saddled by Atlantis with the, in her opinion, entirely unnecessary task of acting as her bodyguard in her lieutenant's absence, Elikapeka's absorption in her work on refining her concept for the home she has been hired to design for Lyov and Helaine enables her to eventually lose herself completely in the work she loves, time losing all semblance of meaning as, hunched over her drafting table, she uses all that she had learned during the day's visit to the island where the home will be built to inform her revised plans.

Hunger, ultimately, compels Elika to surface reluctantly from her work, and as her focus on the project wanes so does her concern that Franz must be bored out of his mind wax. Frowning worriedly while gathering her work into her portfolio so that she can continue working on it in her studio at the lakehouse, Elika tells Franz, "I'm so sorry Franz, I completely lost track of the time. Groaning as her stomach rumbles, reminding her that Franz is more likely than not every bit as hungry as she is, Elika suggests, Maybe we can grab some takeout on the way home? Warming to the idea, Elika adds in what will be, to Franz, a familiar uncertain tone suggesting that her anxiety is once again getting the better of her, We could comm Crystal and the others, and see if they have eaten yet?"

Closing her portfolio and placing the strap over a shoulder, Elika reaches for her backpack purse and apologizes once more, "Sorry I kept you so late, I should have called a night before now. What with my studio at the lakehouse and everything. Laughing at herself, self-aware enough at the moment to recognize that her worry level is disproportionate, Elika heads for the door and, tugging Franz along, says, Come on, let's get out of here," and then begins making her way to Franz's speeder.


Entin and Orlov Residence

Kokya N'gwuti, the Togorian leader of the UPD SWAT team enlisted to aid in the arrest of Lyov and Helaine, orders two three-man teams to move on the back entrance of the residence, with two additional three-man fire teams covering the sides of the expansive estate while she herself stays with the Sector Ranger and Jedi that knock on the front door. As Madieke knocks on the door, Kokya, her blaster rifle held in a patrol ready position, tilts her furry chin down to speak into her shoulder mounted comlink, All teams be ready, we're knocking on the door now. Eyes and ears open.

As Kokya, stepping back so that she can cover the group arrayed around the front door, assumes her position behind them, UPD Detective Conall Nemes glances over at his partner, a curvy, dark haired Lorridan with her blaster already held down at her side in a two-handed grip, and grins a somewhat sickly looking grin as he asks, "Odds that they'll just surrender without a fight?"

Snorting a laugh, keeping her dark brown eyes fixed warily on the front door, Nazani tells her gangly Rodian partner, "Really crappy. Now shut up and get ready for whatever happens when the door opens."

[ Bar | Spaceport Bar | Umgul City ]

“Doubt it,” said Amy, her eyes roaming past the armoured man and searching the faces, her ears open to every noise, “Something's wrong about this whole deal...”

It wasn't something tangible that she could put her finger on, but Amy felt in her heart that they needed to leave Umgul, and get going in any direction that took them out of here as fast as possible. But that was irrational. She'd taken to leaning against the bar once again, when Fel showed up. The man seemed at ease in the place. She figured he knew his way well enough in a bar. His statement was the catalyst that sprung Amy into action, “Not a whole lot, 'sides the would-be robbers you probably saw on your way in. We should leave, get th' feelin' this whole op's a bust.”

She turned to look at the armoured man and smiled, “Thanks again for a assist, stranger. Now 'scuse us; we got other 'rangements t' attend to.”

She only waited long enough for Fel and Ellie to finish with their drinks, and then she was heading out the door.

Fel wasn't as quick to depart as Ellie, downing his drink slowly and taking a final glance around the bar before following his ship-mates outside. walking a couple steps behind Ami-Lee, he continued conversation in a hushed tone, not impossible to overhear, but not as conspicuous as whispering. They had, for the most part, nothing to hide here.

Op's a bust, you say? Far as I know it, we're here to meet one of J's contacts. How well have we put our ear to the ground about this 'contact?' And if we don't make some form of profit off that rodder, I say we look into another means of money-making while we're here. Gonna be powerful difficult to fuel the ship, otherwise. I haven't got a lot of ideas... 'cept crime. pause Crime, anyone? Anyone? Anyone got a better idea?

[ The Streets | Outside the Spaceport Bar | Umgul City ]

Ellie had a good point. They knew that there was a fair state of unrest, as informed by officials, but even so, within moments of landing, and they were targeted by would-be robbers, organized at that; but Amy didn't miss how Ellie mentioned that people were looking for her. Probably Jedi business. It struck that that lot were probably like a dark cabal of assassins or something. The Jedi on Corellia put on a good face as altruistic and well-meaning folk, but Amy didn't feel it wise to trust a Jedi too much. But Fel had a point too, and as she considered what she'd say to that, the armored man was back, and he was privy to what Fel had been whispering. He was a slicer? That made sense then, that he'd hear what they were saying. The helmet probably had high-tech listening gear. If someone like him had it, who else around here did?

“Easy on th' advertisin', nerfslab,” said Amy to the walking tech tank, “same goes for you, Cap, if this guy 'ere heard you well enough, chances are there's others can do the same outdoors.”

She studied the streets and the passersby, speeders going to and fro, anyone could be monitoring them. She addressed the armored man first, then Fel in turns, “You got a name I can call you 'sides Tank? And cap, can't say ya haven't got a point, blasted problem is, 'sides what I told Ellie earlier 'bout J's contact, we don't got a lot t' run on. Valalla, red hair, often drunk off her choobies, hangs out in bars, an' if J decides t' pull a fast one on us and hightail it, I ain't sure we can just keep scourin' Umgul City...well maybe this metal guy here could help some. But it's your call, captain.”

She was more concerned with making sure Fel didn't get himself more hurt than he already was.

Fel stopped short, in the middle of the street, people going about their daily business, and -- thankfully -- mostly ignoring the small group of newcomers. Besides, who were they? Nobodies. Playing for pocket-change. There were people in the 'verse who paid for whole star systems with the blood of soldiers under their command, never lifting a finger themselves, and wiping their arses with gold-leaf toilet paper. Fel had a little under a hundred credits in his pocket. They were nobodies -- in every sense of the word. He spoke calmly, but clearly. If someone was eavesdropping, they were eavesdropping over something insignificant, in the grand scheme of things. Galdaart Fel had no delusions of grandeur. He wouldn't be vying for King of some backwater colony any time soon. He sought no fleet, no position of power, no influence. Just to get by. And for that, here and now, he was emboldened by the sun, the people around him, and the fact that he truly saw no wrong in his thought processes. ...thankfully, the other three stopped, too.

Look. Way I see it -- and way it is -- we sprung Janos from the mines. That's no mean feat. He owes us for that. I don't forget that kind of debt. Not the first time one like him has owed me -- and I always collect. If he decides to skip out on us here, we have options. Plenty. pause Fel does not actually have options thought up. He takes all of five seconds (...as long as it took the writer to think this one up) and continues... First one that comes to mind... we sell the Blasphemy to a willing buyer, of which I have a few likely candidates... only we keep the ship, and his money. It's a simple enough scam. Wrench and I used to play that game every time we were short on Creds. Never played it with a Corvette... but... Yeah. No big deal.

He crossed his arms, sufficiently pleased with himself. Looking from Ellie, and tossing the Mando a smirk, to Ami-Lee, who looks... hopefully skeptical? to the newcomer, whose eyes Fel can't see behind the helmet.

Gonna need to see your eyes, Stranger. Can't bring myself to shake hands with a man if I can't look 'im in the eye. So, no need to worry about Umgul. We've got enough fuel for a single jump. That's all we'll need, if my bunny takes the bait. What do y'all say?

Shame about your lungs, Damron. Some mighty fine air hereabouts. Tastes clean. he furrowed his brow Need to get back offworld, where I can taste the engine degreaser in the air. Suits me better. to Amy I wouldn't say 'worked out.' Plans are always a might fluid with me. Makes it tougher to figure out what what I'll do next. But I think we can lure us in a buyer -- keep fuel in our tanks. ...Wrench was my partner. Astro droid. R2... but modded with parts from a dozen units. He'd never been wiped, so he was a bit independent, but whip-smart, and a hell of a co-pilot. If your BB is up to the task, it'll make life easier.

...so... who's in?

Amy shrugged, “Heck, why not? I'm in.”

It was reckless and a little too optimistic perhaps, but it got them a purpose, and while money meant little to her, it always helped to have some, or a lot.

*Well they had a plan, that was good enough for Ellie. Maybe it wasn't a completely thought out plan, but it was something.* "Alright, sounds like we might actually have something. Before we get to far though, I have some stuff to get. Just a quick resupply then I'll meet you back at the ship." *She took several steps back and held her hands up defensively before she turned and left.* "Don't worry. I won't be long."

*Ellie wondered down the street and glanced around. Most of the shops seemed to focus mainly on tourism, with odd trinkets and other overpriced junk to catch people's eye. She came to a stop at an outside droid vender, who was selling mainly used and refurbished droids. One in particular caught Ellie's attention. Sitting off to the side corner was an old Separatist commando droid. She stopped for a minute to wonder how the thing even made it this far in one piece, let alone this far at all. Then a thought came to her, maybe she needed a droid to watch her ship while she was gone.*