On the outside, the building was simple enough. A modest structure in a quieter level of the ecumenopolis. But upon entry, the interior was far more decadent; there was fine art and even finer sculptures. The client apparently fancied himself a collector, and he was not shy about displaying even the most expensive of his trinkets.
The Ithorian looked more like a businessman than an actual crime boss. True enough, his rackets weren’t on par with anything belonging to the five syndicates, but (clearly) it kept him in comfort. Abstaining from committing any violence himself, he was not above hiring others to do the dirty work. That is where Kotti Solus came in.
The client’s alien language was guttural, with words indecipherable to the average ear. Luckily, a service droid, gilded in silver, was there to translate. “The master bids you welcome and thanks you for assistance. Your reputation is most impressive.” As the Ithorian went on, the droid continued in perfect tandem. “An asset of the master’s has gone missing. It’s been two days since her last communication. The master would not have worried, had he not been notified of the kill order. Enemies would not dare come after the master, but they would gladly eliminate his investments.”
Whilst translating all this, the droid offered Solus a datapad inscribed with all the information on offer. It then projected a hologram of the target; a young woman, with otherwise dark features. Not quite human, but near enough. The file classed her as a Nagai.
The Ithorian looked more like a businessman than an actual crime boss. True enough, his rackets weren’t on par with anything belonging to the five syndicates, but (clearly) it kept him in comfort. Abstaining from committing any violence himself, he was not above hiring others to do the dirty work. That is where Kotti Solus came in.
The client’s alien language was guttural, with words indecipherable to the average ear. Luckily, a service droid, gilded in silver, was there to translate. “The master bids you welcome and thanks you for assistance. Your reputation is most impressive.” As the Ithorian went on, the droid continued in perfect tandem. “An asset of the master’s has gone missing. It’s been two days since her last communication. The master would not have worried, had he not been notified of the kill order. Enemies would not dare come after the master, but they would gladly eliminate his investments.”
Whilst translating all this, the droid offered Solus a datapad inscribed with all the information on offer. It then projected a hologram of the target; a young woman, with otherwise dark features. Not quite human, but near enough. The file classed her as a Nagai.
“Neera Nazneen is one of those investments. Find her. Protect her and deliver her, alive, to Nar Shaddaa. Should you be successful, you will be compensated greatly. The Master is a generous man. He asks you to name your price.”
When the droid had finished speaking, the Ithorian took it as an opportunity to light a pipe of some sort. In he breathed, and then out, his two mouths expelling a large puff of smoke. He could be patient. He’d wait for the Mandalorian’s response.
@Darasuum