High Charity

[Minuteman75]

The City of Hrdaya
Planet Vaynai
Outer Rim Territories
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The shadow of night had embraced the skies above Hrdaya. On an lonely street through one of the many slums here, Rens Ahim walked. With hands in his red coat's pockets, the Mon Calamari spacer, glanced eyes at the ruined surroundings about him. In some ways this place reminded him of the poorer sections in Iziz his former home, back on Onderon. Well at least there they have a King who cared enough try to make things better for people. Not on this world, however Rens reminded himself, scowling in disgust at the utter waste all over the ground.

Fortunately the meeting he was going to wasn't too far off. Just around the left corner Rens spotted a sizable noodle shop with a few lights on and the door opened.

Just like the old lady said in the holotransmission.

He thought, before strolling in that direction. Four minutes laters, he entered the food establishment. The air had filled with the aroma of left over meals and grease. Looking around, he noted a dozen tables arranged from one another in an square formation. Several chairs were already stacked up top of each table. In front of those same furniture, was an old Miralian woman, completely bald on top and an strange markings, surrounding her blue eyes.

The greenish skin she had was wrinkled by a lifetime of labor, made all the more obvious with her sweeping the floor with a simple broom. Even so the matron maintained an air of calm in spite of the fact that a stranger just entered inside her place of business when it was closed. Moments later she at last looked at the slightly inpatient Rens who tapped his left foot in annoyance, at having to wait.

"Good you're here, Mister Ahim. Just calm down the others will be arriving soon." The old woman known as Soria spoke in weahtered but firm voice

Raising one of his large eyes in confusion Rens asked.

"What others? I thought this was just between you and me."

"Correction young man, its a meeting between myself, you and another associate of your 'trade'. Now mind your manners or else leave, I don't care which one I do not have the time for prideful nonsense."

Rens had to resist the urge to tell the old lady off, because he wanted to know more about the job she mentioned in transmission a few rotations ago. If he had to share then fine, as long as the payoff is worth this. He didn't had long before the other party arrived...

@Ulysses

 

[Ulysses]

Ray paced through the shivering cold of the shanty town night. As usual, he took a turn round the block while his gunner, Sam, took an incongruous seat near the door at the noodle bar. A couple of minutes later, looking only over for the briefest of moments to check the all clear sign - normally a glass in his right hand rather than left, but Sam had improvised with a pot of noodles - before heading to join the face he recognised from communication.

"Evening ladies, what's the deal?" Ray was pleased with that line as it both honoured his host and started a little friendly banter with his colleague to be - but asserting himself in the driving seat.

 

[Minuteman75]

Immediately Rens turned his head at being referred to as a lady with Madame Soria. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, either the human couldn't tell between a male and female or more likely just teasing him.

"That's funny stranger, I almost took ya for a shaved Wookiee."

Rens Ahim replied back, he can play that game too. Yet before it could continue Madame Soria wearing a simple blue robe interrupted, clearing her throat

"Gentlemen focus on the task please, I don't have time for comedic acts. Now would you both follow me to the back in the kitchen, we have much to discuss."

Gesturing with one arm, she directed the smugglers to follow her. Shrugging his shoulders Rens obliged, only to see if this gig is worth his time.

 

[Ulysses]

Ray followed on, bristling slightly at the stolen opportunity for a comeback.

"On the message you mentioned a good cause, I hope that doesn't mean our payment will be in fuzzy feelings and good will. I'm going to need something more... Negotiable." His voice was light but serious.

 

[Minuteman75]

While Rens was a bit annoyed by the human, he agreed on wanting to know what kind of reward is in it for them. The elderly matron on the other hand, chuckled at Ray's comments but didn't say anything else before opening the door to her kitchen. It was a massive set up, the young Mon Cal noted and spotless clean. Guess Soria was a clean freak or something he thought. Soria stopped at the one of the counters where the chefs worked. Pulling out a handheld projector from one of her pockets, placed it on the counter, and then activated it.

Revealed was a holographic map of the entire city in light green theme, circling in an slow formation. Turning back toward the two smugglers, Soria began the briefing in blunt terms.

"I didn't message the two of you for the pleasure of your company boys. The job is high risk but for a good cause and...an substantial reward."

Gesturing toward the star port section, which was highlighted in yellow, the matron continued.

"With word going around town that the Sith are on the ropes, their cronies are preparing to leave. I would say good riddance, but those damn blood suckers are taking most of the money, food, and medicine with them. They're keeping the stuff locked up in the main hanger bay and will be shipped out in two rotations. The true people of this city need those rations and supplies. What I want you 'gentlemen' to do is simple...steal the crap for my community.

Now go ahead and ask your questions."

 

[Ulysses]

Ray's top lip bristled at the disdain in the word "boys", but he did not let his chagrin go any further. He pretended not to hear the irony intended in the intonation of "gentlemen".

"I get things out and past these bozos, I don't just knock on the door asking to come in. Theft ain't my game. Why did you ask for me?"