Ask Naboo Payout: Act 1

[Kuro Sawa]

Lake Country, Naboo, Mid Rim
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Up on a wooded ridge Kuro Sawa hiding behind a boulder spied on the mansion north of him. Using holobinoculars the outlaw zoomed in, noting the private security in dark suits patrolling the outer layers and country yard in the back. Plus the number of cameras installed at key angles. He was sure there were more hidden.

“The host is not playing around.” Kuro commented at last handing over the binoculars over to one of his fellow partners. All around the outlaw heard the birds chirping and fish splashed in the water yards away. Turning to his compatriots, Kuro took note of them again.

One was a baldish human named Baymon in and fine suit and the other was a hooded Kubindi who was called Thweezo Vrazal. This was the first time he had worked with this duo. Hopefully they don’t frak this up. Keeping that thought to himself for the time being instead he said.

“Let’s over what we have so far. The banker owner of Keren is hosting a party at his personal estate over there.”

Pointing at the mansion in the distance. “As much as I would personally love to shoot up that stupid tea party we all know this will require subtlety. Thoughts gentlemen?”

@Die Shize @The Captain

 

[Baymon Bluevynson]

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Baymon Bluevynson

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Naboo, as rife with history as it was rare in physics, was just as much refined in character and the character of those who inhabited it, except if one counted the Gungans, perhaps. A kind of emerald in the dark, glinting from a distance and tempting the eye, and all but glowing when approached, the planet was what many would call home, what some would call a home away from home, and what others might at least call a passing visit or a visitor’s pass. Baymon Bluevynson had set foot upon the soil more than once before. Each time was as far apart as the last, and he never failed to appreciate the allure of so green and blue an orb, where grass met water amid plains and lakes or in the swamps themselves. Today, it was rolling hills across a sunlit lake that seized his gaze and, more specifically, the jewel nestled against the hillside that stood erect as a compound of handmade buildings. A jewel within a jewel.

“The host is not playing around.” Kuro commented at last handing over the binoculars over to one of his fellow partners.
@Die Shize @The Captain

Oh, the host is playing, just a different game. Baymon stood at the other side of the boulder staring through the lens of a spyglass, spotting bored guards in suits that looked as dull as they were. They were posted up as sentries or on patrol amid a crowd of cajolers, each one of the latter armed with a glass in place of a gun but probably no less bored. Just better at pretending to be anything but.

“Let’s go over what we have so far. The banker owner of Keren is hosting a party at his personal estate over there.”

Pointing at the mansion in the distance. “As much as I would personally love to shoot up that stupid tea party we all know this will require subtlety. Thoughts gentlemen?”

“Either of you ever heard of Captain Hanri Evary?” Baymon lowered his spyglass and replaced his sunglasses over his eyes, turning to his two galactic compatriots. He had never met either man before except that day before this one, when the three of them had decided to band together to perform a decisively daring deep dive of infiltrating the mansion yonder and ultimately breaking into a bank of Keren. Already, however, he was beginning to feel a certain sense of comradery. Or is it just mutual greed that gets me all giddy?

“The Arch Pirate, some called him.” Baymon continued without really waiting to find out if either man knew of the one he was speaking about. “They say that he was never arrested and never lost his loot. Neither deed is an easy feat for a pirate, mind you. Yet, our late Hanri managed to pull off the heist of the century, elude capture, take his spoils and settle in some unknown corner of the galaxy or right at the core for the rest of his merry days.” He shrugged with a smile. “So the legend tells. But this spyglass might just be the telltale sign of the legend.”

Baymon held up the golden spyglass for his partners to see, running a finger down its length where the name “Hanri Evary” was carved into it. Just after, he collapsed the spyglass and tucked it back onto his person. “Or it’s a fake and I was swindled by the sweetest antique collector you could imagine, and boy could she brew tea!” He nodded at the memory, wondering if either person before him could appreciate the beverage as much as he did. One of them, at least, appeared to have a particular distaste for tea parties.

“There is another sliver to the story that says that, in his unbridled greed, the Arch Pirate invited pirates galore and more to a luxury locale for a tea party. When they arrived, he robbed them blind and murdered them at the dinner table—all in one sitting, I’m told.” That last part deserved some recognition even as Baymon shook his head half in deference and half in disbelief. “Well, stories are stories! We’re here to tell our own. Not, however, with blasters a’blazing, and on that we agree. Goodness, can you imagine the damage to all those exquisite and expensive teacups!? No, I certainly have something more subtle in mind. Here you go.”

With that, Baymon reached into his suit jacket and handed each of them an envelope and retrieved his own, inside of which was a gilded white card. “Our invitations, gentlemen. You might guess from the fabric that they are not easy to come by. Our host is a bit on the passé side, something I am accused of on occasion, but it does ensure that no one gets in that compound without being invited, so less reason to expect anyone carrying an invite as being anything but. Fortunately, I happen to know someone who is quite the craftsman when it comes to, shall we say, replicating objects. We’ll use ours to make our merry way inside the estate, mingle with the lovely denizens, secure our intel and be back home in time for tea.”

For a moment, Baymon looked out to the lake and the compound on the other side, but it was an ocean he saw and an oversized, overstuffed treasure chest where a mansion should have been. “I have an adventurous feeling that we'll be better pirates than our predecessors. We have to be. They all died."


@Minuteman75 @The Captain