Kandosii Beroya'se IC

[RuusMarev 2,697]

Let's get there and see what the situation is.. [Cade. if you and the others can meet us there in time, do so..]

[Copy vod, on our way] Cade responded, [so much for our cease fire..]

[RuusMarev 2,697]

Falmok primed his jetpack, nodding to Arno, See you there... the pack fired up with a Swoosh! As Falmok soared just over the rooftops, skimming past antennas and streetlamps. After a few minutes he set down just outside the door to the rundown looking bar.. The windows were shuttered and the main door seemed to be a primitive sliding mechanism. . Oh, this will be fun....

Edited October 27 by RuusMarev

[RuusMarev 2,697]

Kara approached the Check in counter in the hospital lobby, We'd like to hire a speeder cab please..

[P-47 Thunderbolt 4,177]

After a minute or two, Kara, Cade, and Ge'tal rush out of the medcenter and hop in a cab, relaying the coordinates to the driver, a young Sullustan. He drives pretty recklessly, but skillfully navigates the confusing streets of Worlport as he drives towards their destination. The oversized cap slides down worryingly low over his brow, causing Cade to wonder how well he can really see where he's going.

Arno is still in the air, about a minute behind Falmok, when Darien's voice comes over comms, "[Maya says the Barabel left by the front door two days ago, and hasn't been back since. At least, not by the front door. Kymber should still be in there.]"

[RuusMarev 2,697]

Falmok growled softly, thinking over his options; go in now and assess the situation.. wait for the others, and risk loosing Kymber and the last chance at the small fortune with her... and risking a confrontation with Black Sun..

Ah kark it.. [ Vode, I'm going in to assess the situation and hopefully secure the assets...] He reached for the door and slid it open...

[P-47 Thunderbolt 4,177]

The place is empty, except for the Weequay behind the bar. He looks up at the wolfish Mandalorian blankly, then says, "Uhh... We closed. You come back tomorrow. I fix you somethin' nice then."

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Falmok looks around the empty room as the Weequay eyes him nervously, then he hears a bump behind the bar.

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Falmok raises a finger to his visor as he moves closer to the bar, raising his carbine higher.. I'll have an ale...

[P-47 Thunderbolt 4,177]

"Uh... they in back room." The Weequay points at the door leading to what are sometimes meeting rooms or living quarters in businesses like this. Whatever is behind the counter groans, and the Weequay looks down towards whatever is at his feet anxiously.

Falmok hears the roar of a descending jetpack, then it cuts off and Arno walks into the bar. "Nice place."

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Falmok holds up a finger to Arno and points to the bar, and points to the back room and shrugs. Why don't you come out from there and open the door for me? He tells the Bar tender.

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"Okay, I go." He starts moving slowly towards the door, dragging his feet, but Falmok stares him down and gestures with the carbine, prompting him to speed up significantly. The Weequay almost dashes for the door at the left of the bar, opening it and stepping back. Falmok can see it opens into a hall with a door at the end, and a sharp turn to the right, back across the width of the building.

Arno neatly hops over the bar, finding a very unhappy Human, gagged, with his arms and legs bound. "I'm guessing this is actually the bartender..." Arno says. "Want me to untie him?"

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Ungag him so we can be sure.. Falmok pokes the Weequay in the ribs, Who's back there?

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"Uh... tree. And da boss. Round da corner, go uh... right- no, left."

Arno pulls the human's gag off and he grunts, struggling to sit upright. Arno asks, "Hey, who are you? How many came through? Are they still here?"

The man spits off to the side and says, "I'm the owner of this joint. I's bartendin' today, these Sun goons came in looking for a customer. Told 'em she ain't 'round anymore, but they wan'ed to look anyway. Five of 'em, should still be here, they just went back there a minute ago."

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Which is it? Falmok growled, I'll find a way to skin you alive if you lie to me.

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"Err..." He holds up his hands and orients himself facing the same way as the hall. "Left..."

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Falmok mentally gives himself a face-palm, then takes the Weequay's arms and ties them with a length of cord, and directs him to sit. Keep quiet.

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Falmok entered the hall and started to carefully walk past two doors halfway along on his way to the next corner, almost bumping into some goon carrying the leg end of another individual. There is probably another goon at the shoulders..

Flamok held up a hand and put a pleasant tone in his voice. Hello friend, I'm looking for a bounty.. mind if I see who your carrying? If you beat me to it, I'll be moving on...

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"Aw kriff. Go, go!"

As Falmok comes all the way around the corner, he sees that the two goons, now shuffling quickly through the exit, are carrying an unconscious Kymber out into an alley with a waiting landspeeder. A large Klatooinian and another Weequay turn towards the Mandalorian, and the Klatooinian yells, "Back off Mando. This is Black Sun business, and we have a truce."

Arno finishes with the goon and the bartender and rushes into the hall, a few yards behind Falmok.

Edited October 29 by P-47 Thunderbolt
Forgot to translate "car" into Star Warsian

[RuusMarev 2,697]

And we have pre-existing business with her! [Arno, they're making a run for it! Vode, Sun has Kymber..] Falmok yells, You can have her afterwards!

[P-47 Thunderbolt 4,177]

As the pair carrying Kymber rush into the alley, the second Weequay opens the speeder's door and they toss her unceremoniously into the back seat.

The Klatooinian steps in the Mandalorians' way, blocking the exit. "We got to her first, Mando. You can have what's left, now back down. Then we can see about making a deal."

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Falmok slings his carbine, What does she have of yours? Falmok transmits his coordinates to the others, What'll be left once you get it? Ugh, I'm really bad at this... Come on Cade.

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The Klatooinian shrugs, "In t' int'rest of diplom'cy... We want information. That's all. We don't much care what 'appens to her after that, as she ain't got no allies. Her condition depends on 'ow well she works with us."

[RuusMarev 2,697]

What kind of information, perhaps we can assist, we may already know.. or we could assist in extracting it, A few of us are quite adept at that. Falmok said

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He grunts and scratches his jaw for a moment, contemplating the suggestion. "Okay, we'll make a deal. In t' int'rest of diplom'cy... She stole a couple 'undred grand from our bank just before we took it over and has it stashed somewhere. We wan' it back, sos we need to know where 't is. If you 'elp us, we'll cut you in with a five perce't reward. Shoul'n't take much, and you get 'bout ten grand. How's that sound?"

[RuusMarev 2,697]

Allow me to discuss it with my comrades, they should be here shortly. Falmok gestured back towards the bar, Would it be safe enough to conduct our business inside?