Ending the Strike

[Narri Emrour]

Narri sighed as she stepped into the light, looking out as the ships ramp lowered down. She cringed back immediately. Oh kriff she wasn't ready for this, not this early in the morning. Her head still ached from last nights adventures and the light....ooooh it hurt. Of course there was also the usual clamor and racket associated with manufacturing facilities, which piled even more salt on the wound. Shaking her head slightly, the Twi'lek continued her way forward, wobbling every so slightly down the ramp. She patted her waist hopefully, seeking the little sack of goodness she usually had hanging there. This time there was nothing there, and she facepalmed instantly, briefly shielding her eyes within her red palm. Yeah...she'd used the last of it last night hadn't she.

Well this was going to be a looong horrible day without her usual pick me up. She'd kinda been counting on that, as last time it had improved the whole experience immeasurably but without it...Narri groaned and pulled her helmet, running her hands through the rest of her gear. At the least her helmet helped mute the environment, and she still the REST of her stuff. Not that she would be needing it, as this was supposed to be a diplomacy thing. Some sort of industrial dispute keeping the shipyard closed that they were supposes to solve? Doing so would apparently get them the favor of some big wig family or whatever.

Tossing a look back to....Vash? That was his name right? She jerked her head for him to follow and started moving, stepping onto Botajef proper. Hopefully they could get finished quickly and with minimal fuss, though she was doubting that last bit. In her experience politicians and officials were only reasonable when deadly force was involved...which they weren't allowed to use here. Narri sighed, again, under her breath and started to looking about for where they were supposed to go. Honestly she'd only glanced over the briefing, enough to see the basics and figure it wasn't worth real effort. @Taz ​

 

[Vash Windrider]

Vash was sitting in the hold of the ship, centering himself in the cold void of the dark side when the Twi'lek decided it was time to wake and join the galaxy. Her emotions were like ripples following through and past her, crashing into the assassin's calm, and irritating him. She made no attempts to hide the fact that she was edging toward the free fall of withdraw from one substance or another and in her stupor seemingly forgot that the other Sith was even in the room, or rather ship with her.

He rose to his feet as the red skinned Sith made her way to the ramp. He did not need to wash his hands over his gear as she did. His weapons and armor had not changed since his day as a Jedi. Each were now a part of him as his very own arm. Vash continued to follow as Narri suddenly looked back at him, dazed and confused and then, motioned to follow? "Very well than", he thought.

"Lead the way." he said blunt and cold.

 

[Narri Emrour]

It took a moment to find her bearings, especially to search her ragged memory for the specifics, but soon she was walking towards the designated meeting area. It was a large building next to the main complex, a somewhat rusty and disheveled heap that seemed to be barely standing. It matched the rest of the area, the other buildings similarly aged and the ground littered with debris and garbage. Ugh, it was also littered with various heaps of sludge and other unmentionables, stuff Narri took care to step over on the way over. Maybe they should discuss environmental conservation too while they were at it.

Heading in through the main door, Narri found herself facing a secretaries desk flanked a guard, who instantly started glowering at the two Sith. Narri ignored them and stepped up to the receptionist, rapping lightly on the desk. "Sith Masters, here to see about fixing the business feud. Where they meeting." The woman looked at her for a moment with narrowed eyes, apparently unimpressed, before giving a response. "Well, do you have any prove of who you say you are? I mean...we cant just take every old dusty smuggler at their word right?" She smiled condescendingly as she finished, starting to exchange an eyeroll with her guard companion. Narri suddenly punched her in the face, hurling her fist over the desk to smash the woman's nose and knock her off he chair.

It took a moment, but the nearby thug did spring into action, finally leaping forward with a growl of his own. He stopped however, as Narri put her unignited lightsaber in his path, pointing the business end right at him. Wiggling the weapon slightly she cocked her head and dared him to try something. He stepped back after a moment, and Narri stepped around the desk to peek at the receptionists calendar, uncaringly treading on the prone sobbing figure. After a moment she found it, and looked up Vash whilst speaking. "Third floor, room two."
@Taz

 

[Vash Windrider]

At first he was unimpressed with this Sith. She seemed distracted and off center from within herself. It was not his way, that the way of the Black Hand for which he was a member. If Vex had witnessed him being so sloppy with himself she would of cut him apart as she had Gunner at one time.

Still, it was their first time together and there was much to understand of any Sith. The Empire took all kinds, so long as you proved strong, loyal , and willing to do what must be done. Vash watched as Narri took the lead and announced them. The guard was growling like a mutt, begging to be cut down like the animal he was acting like. The receptionist was even worse, as if this woman had any idea who she was talking to, smugglers ?

Narri acted quickly and put both fools in their place before retrieving the information they needed. Given Narri a nod of understanding he decided that a little punch to the face was not enough. Vash attempted to plunge himself into the mind of the simple woman. Her screams would fill the hall as her mind turned to mush with the tiniest effort from the Sith. The assassin only smiled as his attempt to dominate her mind only melted it like a plasma torch through durasteel.

"Third floor then", he replied and followed Narri.

 

[Narri Emrour]

Stepping out from behind the desk, Narri paid no mind to Vash's activities behind her, caring little for whatever he was doing to the receptionist. Instead she looked for the stairs, leading the way once she found them and glowering at the guard on the way by. Ascending wearily to the third floor, she proceeded to the number two room and abruptly shoved the door in. They were met with 10 people, all sitting around a giant table with half on each side, everyone staring at the new arrivals with wide eyes. Narri groaned audibly at the sight, she'd been hoping for a small group. This many people would be even harder to appease, and they'd feel emboldened by each others presence as well.

Ah well, not like she could do anything about...yet, maybe after they backtalked her. For now they just had to get this over with as best they could. Taking off her helmet as she walked around to head of the table, Narri took one of the seats and sat down, already wracking her mind for a few polite words to say. Waiting a moment for Vash to do the same, she then rapped on the table with her helmet, breaking the silence. "We are the Sith Masters Emrour and Windrider, come as promised to help...mediate this dispute." Narri tossed a look around the room as she finished up, looking for nods of recognition or gratefulness. Instead she saw only sneers, and a frown crossed the red Twi'lek's face. She continued slowly after a moment, "I hope together we can bring a quick end to the issue that will satisfy everyone, an ending we fully support."

More scowls and sneers, and one of them, an apparent leader of one side, took the chance to speak up. "Well Mistress Sith, I'm glad you finally decided to show up, only 20 minutes late. However, I think I speak for everyone when I say that we can handle this without the mighty Sith Empire. Really, we just need your stamp of approval to make it official. So you just do your race proud and sit there looking pretty okay honey, we'll call if we need someone murdered." The man smirked and looked around the room, finding similar smirks on his companions and the other negotiators.

Narri's lekku twitched.
@Taz

 

[Vash Windrider]

This little stroll with Narri was becoming entertaining but lacked the blood bath of violence that the assassin experienced with the War Master, and given how they met and started this little mission. He was surprise. Vash followed behind the Twi'lek, allowing her to continue to set the pace. As they entered the room with the 10 men the assassin even let her speak for the both of them. Why add another voice, if she was doing fine work.

But as the supposed speaker for this little group of ingrates decided to move his tongue and insult his fellow Sith, Vash would no longer remain quiet or take a side seat. Reaching out with the force Vash took hold of the speak by the throat with an invisible hand and started to crush the windpipe of the fool. While the gasping idiot clutched at his neck, Vash would address his fellow...board members ?

"Perhaps I can explain it better to you all. The Empire does not need you, we allow you to continue only to ease the transference of power as this tiny little world joins the Imperial machine. You WILL address us as Masters and apologize for your disrespect to my partner or I will take the head of all of you. Thus salving the problem."

The assassin would then release the speaker and wait for the answer. While he did we allowed each sitting member to watch was he took both saber hilts from behind his robes, adding to the intimidation.

 

[Narri Emrour]

She HAD been debating how many of them she was about to murder, starting with Mr. Courage over there. Vash beat her to it however, gripping the fool with the force as he spoke up. Good thing too, it gave her a chance to control the RAGE rampaging within, the sight of the choking board member being very calming. Even better was the way the rest of them also shut it, silence and fear engulfing the group. For a moment they stayed as such, but then they all started muttering apologies, some of them hesitantly, some of them fearfully. One of them in particular had some trouble getting words out, what with his throat in a vice, but he did it nonetheless. Ugh, it wasn't much of an apology....but she'd take it in favor of just getting to business.

She smiled lightly, eyes like daggers as she spoke again, "Well, I'm glad we've figured out how to cooperate with each other, wasn't so hard was it? Now...would one of you be so kind as to inform us just WHAT it is your feuding over." More silence, the two groups glancing nervously amongst each other as if waiting for someone to speak first. Finally, someone did, the leader on the not being choked side clearing his throat. "Well Master Emrour, it really all comes down to profit allotments, a quite foolish thing really. This facility is perfectly capable of being functional right now, as it is staffed and supplied entirely by my group. But the land, permits, and power supply required to allow such function is controlled by them." He nodded towards the other side of the table. "And they are not satisfied with a 20% cut and will not settle for anything less than 40% despite their side being relatively cost free."

Narri paused for a moment, cocking her head and thinking it over. She then pointed at the speaker, "Why cant you do 40%" and then shifted her finger towards the other side. "Why do you need more than 20%?" The first speaker spoke up immediately, without even an ounce of hesitation. "40% would cut too deep into our profits to allow for long term production, we would eventually HAVE to close down." The other side seemed hesitant about speaking, looking amongst each other before finally nudging someone forward. "Well....20% is simply not sufficient for our interests. We deserve more than that, 40% at the least, or we will drive our efforts towards a more profitable operation."

Narri just stared for a minute, glaring at the side which wanted 40%. THIS, was what they had needed intervention for, pathetic. Pulling her lightsaber from her belt, she slammed it on the table, business end pointed at the offending group. "So what your telling me...is that you people are the problem here because you...want...more... money." She ignited it, the green blade of plasma leaping forth to span part of the table length, end just a few feet from the speaker. They all blanched, several scooting backwards and fear showing openly on their faces. @Taz

 

[Vash Windrider]

"I have a a far better idea." He interrupted as Narri was presumably about to start severing heads. Then connected his datapad to the small holoprojector in the center of the table. With two taps of the screen he would show a short clip of battle footage from earlier in the Sith campaign. On it was the War Master of the council making short work of the defense force, in devastating form.

"The deal for your lives is this, both sides will receive 20% of the profits. The Sith Empire will receive the remainder of the profits. Part of that will be used to train and equip a proper security force, the rest is none of your concern. If this deal does not work for you then we will have no other choice but to remove the lot of you from the equation ourselves. Then our Wookie friend there will find his way to your homes, and will make what you see here pale in comparison. Is that clear?"

 

[Narri Emrour]

Narri turned to look at Vash as he interjected, holding her lightsaber still for the moment. He was showing his datapad, and connecting it to the holoprojector. She watched as he showed a clip of footage from an earlier battle, of the War Master engrossed in slaughter. Heh, so he was doubling down on the intimidation factor too then, perfect. She watched their intended audience carefully as it played, and when Vash offered his deal. They were scared stiff, that much was obvious, but was it enough to ensure obedience? So far she wasn't confident of that, not after their attitudes earlier.

Looking among them seemed though...she saw only fearful nods of assent, and none of the lip from earlier. She wanted a more verbal affirmation however, and tapped the table to draw their attention. "So is that a yes then? Do you accept our gracious offer?" There was but a moment of hesitation before the respective leaders piped up, the more reasonable side speaking first. "Of course we accept, we'd be foolish not to." He tossed a look at the other side as he spoke, almost smirking, and then other side also acquiesced. "Yes we accept your terms." Narri deactivated her lightsaber and returned it to her waist, pushing herself out of her chair and standing up. "So I trust there are no more issues then, and that we are done here?" She received only submissive nods in return, each person there finally suitably cowed.

Narri snorted and jerked her head for Vash to follow. She then led the way out of the room, shoving the door open with the force on the way out. They were done here.

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