Deacon wasn't sure about this plan. He didn't like the idea of crapping in his own flowerbed, but the Crime Lord of Coruscant had pretty much demanded it, and at that, he wanted them to target the Coruscanti Senator himself. It was put onto Deacon to run the entire operation. Great... just great... so this way, if it blows up in our face, he can put all the blame on me... Nice... He was less than thrilled about the whole thing, though granted, if done right, it would buy them some breathing room... at least on Coruscant... maybe.
The Slug's Hive was a rough and tumble cantina within the Grungeon Block of Coruscant's industrial area known as The Works. One could hardly tell if the Duracrete slug that arced over the passageway was a statue, or the creature itself, only dead. Deacon had chosen this place over the Outlander's Club because he didn't want to risk recognition and association with those who would be showing up here shortly. He liked to keep his anti-Coruscant Black Sun missions separated from his other contracts as it would help his front organization if it was discovered that he also operated against the local government directly. No, that wouldn't do at all.
Having rented out one of the back meeting rooms, Deacon sipped on a new favorite drink of his, Galaxy Rush, while he waited for the others to arrive. The room was sparsely-furnished and at that, rather rugged as well. Nothing plush like what the Outlander's Club had to offer. Usually, these rooms were used by the designers and engineers around the area, caring little for comfort and more for functionality. The chairs and sofas had clearly seen better days and the smell of industry was in the air.
Leaning over an overly-sized, dark scuffed-up table, Deacon was looking over a datapad that showed the Senator's daily schedule. With a thoughtful expression, he began to entertain ideas of when and where to strike. It would have to be someplace that afforded them some mobility and options. They'd need lots of options to move him once they took him down. Keeping clear of local security and law enforcement would be helpful too, though he was certain the Senator would have his bodyguard with him. According to the data they had, seemed he was rarely left unaccompanied. Bummer. That wasn't going to make this job any easier.
The Slug's Hive was a rough and tumble cantina within the Grungeon Block of Coruscant's industrial area known as The Works. One could hardly tell if the Duracrete slug that arced over the passageway was a statue, or the creature itself, only dead. Deacon had chosen this place over the Outlander's Club because he didn't want to risk recognition and association with those who would be showing up here shortly. He liked to keep his anti-Coruscant Black Sun missions separated from his other contracts as it would help his front organization if it was discovered that he also operated against the local government directly. No, that wouldn't do at all.
Having rented out one of the back meeting rooms, Deacon sipped on a new favorite drink of his, Galaxy Rush, while he waited for the others to arrive. The room was sparsely-furnished and at that, rather rugged as well. Nothing plush like what the Outlander's Club had to offer. Usually, these rooms were used by the designers and engineers around the area, caring little for comfort and more for functionality. The chairs and sofas had clearly seen better days and the smell of industry was in the air.
Leaning over an overly-sized, dark scuffed-up table, Deacon was looking over a datapad that showed the Senator's daily schedule. With a thoughtful expression, he began to entertain ideas of when and where to strike. It would have to be someplace that afforded them some mobility and options. They'd need lots of options to move him once they took him down. Keeping clear of local security and law enforcement would be helpful too, though he was certain the Senator would have his bodyguard with him. According to the data they had, seemed he was rarely left unaccompanied. Bummer. That wasn't going to make this job any easier.