Even with the Zaa Fenn’s tendrils stretching out into the Eriadu underworld, Marissa knew that even if they consolidated what remained outside their reach on the planet they still would hardly be making a dint in the Syndicate. What they needed was a score that would catapult them and their monopoly, and let them step themselves up offworld.
What they needed, was Tarkin’s vault.
If one read up on Eriadu’s history it wasn’t too long until it’s time under the Galactic Empire revealed itself, and the early Empires greatest son had been born there himself: Willhuf Tarkin. Of course, Marissa herself had no respect for a man like that, but she did deeply appreciate the rumours that littered the texts she perused of a certain vault the man had left on his home planet, of plunders treasures, artifacts, art, credits, and all else a high society scumbag could help himself to. And, if she had to admit it to herself, in many ways she too was a high society kriffer much like the rest, even if she had fled so much to live life a little differently.
And so it was that, leaving the city to its festivities, to which the Boogaloo Club the Zaa Fenn operated had thrown itself quite the event, Marissa and a trio of members from their little family sped off into the planets mountains. Racked with foul rain and wind, the beep of the tracker grew faster and faster as the team arrived in closer.
That they were chasing a myth gave her some pause at the start, but in truth robbing something like Canto Casino might as well have been as mythical until they did it. And as a discrete landing pad fell into view, Marissa couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief, something she kept below a stoic outer image of confidence,
“Now in there” she gestured past the brewing storm “is the score of a lifetime” it wasn’t the first time she’d promised such, but she hadn’t failed to deliver yet. And today was no different.
If they could be back so she didn’t miss the annual Eriadu City orchestra’s Boonta’s Eve concert, it would be a blessing. Certainly at least before there traditional closing my rendition of Strazo’s “Rishii March”. But what awaited them inside undoubtedly had other plans, it always did.
Touching down on the landing strip, rain lashed against the speeder cabin and echoed about them. Marissa looked back at the assembled crew: Preef and her had done more than enough together at this point she hardly felt she needed to justify this to him, they always had each others back. But as for Tresshk and Gareth, something like this made it feel like she had something to prove. Pursing her lips she pulled her blaster from the dashboard and slipped it onto her holster,
“Meet you inside”
@Eccles
@Rorren
@Versok
Alrighty treasure hunt is up! We can do around of intros and then we’ll be using dice to spice it up from then on out, let’s make something cool!