Centrality Meeting

[Levi Solus]

C E N T R A L I T Y_ A S T R O Y A R D S_ —_ O S E O N_ S P A C E

Entering Imperial space did not have Levi on edge. Already having fought Sith, he knew that he was perfectly capable of standing his ground; any apprehension that he'd had was dispelled the moment he took down that Crusader on Shu-Torun. Now, he was more or less at ease, eyes on the shipyard below them, staring out the window of their (stolen) shuttle as the pilot slowly lowered them down to a landing.

Levi and Abe would be meeting with a representative of Centrality Astroyards to order a batch of line-cutter fighters, but the shipyard's location deep inside Sith space had made the mission more stealth than diplomacy. It was easy to get someone to do something for you if you were paying. It was hard, however, to get someone to do something for you if they'd get paid far more for turning them in. It would be in the rebels' best interests to keep quiet about their allegiance.

The ship ground to a halt and air hissed as the doors opened, the pressure within being released. Levi rose, tugging the hood of his cloak over his head, and stepped forward, exiting the ship alongside Abe. The representative they'd be meeting with waved at them from a few meters away, and the two Jedi made their way over to him.

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[Abrakhal Grisgoh]

When the ship ground to a halt, Abrakhal felt everything. He'd been ordered to knock it off, concerning his little habit, in preparation for this serious mission. In the past, a drink or two was good for character. In fact the last time he'd gone undercover, it was his love for the drink that got him in with the locals. Of course the bond he'd made didn't last or matter in the long run, what with the Sith showing up and ruining everything. This time was different, however. He'd had plenty of time to suffer and, unfortunately for Levi, it soured Abe into an outright prune.

He groaned when he stood up. His sad reflection looked back at him in the small square plate through the other room, an ogre in a frock. He sighed at the sight. A lock of hair had come undone down the side of his face, so he stripped off the band and tied his greasy hair back tight to look the part of a straight-edge. He stepped up to the exit alongside Levi, took a deep breath, and also pulled his cloak over head.

Stepping out into the cool, cloudy light, Abrakhal squinted and elbow nudged Levi with a grumpy, "Got a mint?" He held his hand to Levi's rib, but the representative was already in sight ahead. Abrakhal raised a wave with his other hand back to the representative as they crossed the distance of the hard surface, a gale whipping up as another ship passed by. The place was in motion, to say the least. The massive underbelly of another ship caught Abe's attention as it swam through cloud like a whale in sea water. He returned his focus, begrudgingly readjusting his eyes and mind to the task.

"Representative," he winced a pained smile.

"Titamen," he answered cordially. "Finch Titamen. You spoke with my secretary Hensley. Welcome to Centrality Astroyards, where we come to you." He laughed and extended a warm handshake to one, then the other. "I don't think anyone says that anymore. That's a nice ship. Where'd you get it?"

"Uh," Abrakhal shared a look of hesitation with Levi. "A nice buy off a small dealer on Coruscant." Back to Titamen, "Didn't know what he had. We like to run errands with it."

"A gem. He sell you a parts and maintenance package? Because we can always take a look at her, here, to show good faith in our business." It almost looked as though his eyes were a cat's, staring straight into the soul.

"No. We have our own guys. Thank you." Abrakhal gulped, trying to suppress a lump of nerves with a weary grin.

"Very well." There was more to the question, a deeper layer of cunning, but it was too early to press apparently.

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Rolling to see if the Rep believes Abrakhal's lie about the ship.

Thrown die: 100

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