Nar Shaddaa | 2100 | Preef's Palace | Planning Room
The planning room of the former Hutt Palace on Nar Shaddaa was lit up by a large holo-projector. Windows were closed and guards had been sent away. Preef himself, a rare sight lately, stood in the middle of the room pointing at various parts of the projected image, rotated it and muttered some words to himself. "Yes, yes that should work." This was a man clearly in his element. The stick-up artist, the robber of farms, trains, banks all the way to casino's and evidence vaults. He was much more at home planning this than he was running a syndicate, and it showed.
For a moment his five guests were left standing there, looking at Preef looking at a map, without a word of welcome from the rodian. Although he might appear indifferent to their presence he had, in fact, handpicked them to be part of his new crew. A crew that he had great unextinguishable plans for. Finally he looked down from the map, picked up the cigarra that had been smouldering in an ashtray on one of the side tables and faced his guests. "Thank you all for coming," he smiled, but if the HoloMovies about him had taught them anything it was that his smile could both be heartfelt and a forebode to lightning-fast draw of his equally legendary peacemaker.
First he nodded towards Gareth, who had been with him for years now and was a trusted member of his most inner circle: the Zaa Fenn Crime Family. The others were unfamiliar, but came highly recommended. "As you know I used to roll with Marissa Hesse and Kel Dryden. I was the blaster and they were my brains and my getaway pilot." he paused to look to both sides of where he was standing, but there was no one, no proverbial right and left hand, not anymore. "Marissa, she runs the business now. Kel and his Black Swift have disappeared in the treacherous black of space. So," there was that smile again, "I'm giving you the opportunity to replace them."
At this point a light on a nearby table lit up, showing five almost identical keycards. "You'll have your own rooms in the palace. You drink, eat and party for free on the Smuggler's Moon." That sounds way too good to be true, doesn't it? Preef Callo offering you the spare bedrooms in his own home and letting you do everything for free on the biggest pleasure-dome in the galaxy? What's the catch? "but more importantly, and you'll like this-" the holo-projector quickly flickered through a host of high value targets before ending up with a rotating golden image of the Smuggler's Moon itself. By the time his guests would look at Preef gain he had the cigarra between his lips, "-you get the chance to go down in history as the best heist crew the galaxy has ever seen."
The rodian chuckled and smoke temporarily covered his face before he stepped through it and closer to his guests. He knew Gareth would be in. He was family and as crazy as they got. The others.. well, they needed to confirm their interest. "What do you say? Want to become a living legend like me?"
@Versok @Nor'baal @Fen Mian @Tulos @Darasuum
OOC: There's no posting order. Treat it as a social until.. well, you'll see.
The planning room of the former Hutt Palace on Nar Shaddaa was lit up by a large holo-projector. Windows were closed and guards had been sent away. Preef himself, a rare sight lately, stood in the middle of the room pointing at various parts of the projected image, rotated it and muttered some words to himself. "Yes, yes that should work." This was a man clearly in his element. The stick-up artist, the robber of farms, trains, banks all the way to casino's and evidence vaults. He was much more at home planning this than he was running a syndicate, and it showed.
For a moment his five guests were left standing there, looking at Preef looking at a map, without a word of welcome from the rodian. Although he might appear indifferent to their presence he had, in fact, handpicked them to be part of his new crew. A crew that he had great unextinguishable plans for. Finally he looked down from the map, picked up the cigarra that had been smouldering in an ashtray on one of the side tables and faced his guests. "Thank you all for coming," he smiled, but if the HoloMovies about him had taught them anything it was that his smile could both be heartfelt and a forebode to lightning-fast draw of his equally legendary peacemaker.
First he nodded towards Gareth, who had been with him for years now and was a trusted member of his most inner circle: the Zaa Fenn Crime Family. The others were unfamiliar, but came highly recommended. "As you know I used to roll with Marissa Hesse and Kel Dryden. I was the blaster and they were my brains and my getaway pilot." he paused to look to both sides of where he was standing, but there was no one, no proverbial right and left hand, not anymore. "Marissa, she runs the business now. Kel and his Black Swift have disappeared in the treacherous black of space. So," there was that smile again, "I'm giving you the opportunity to replace them."
At this point a light on a nearby table lit up, showing five almost identical keycards. "You'll have your own rooms in the palace. You drink, eat and party for free on the Smuggler's Moon." That sounds way too good to be true, doesn't it? Preef Callo offering you the spare bedrooms in his own home and letting you do everything for free on the biggest pleasure-dome in the galaxy? What's the catch? "but more importantly, and you'll like this-" the holo-projector quickly flickered through a host of high value targets before ending up with a rotating golden image of the Smuggler's Moon itself. By the time his guests would look at Preef gain he had the cigarra between his lips, "-you get the chance to go down in history as the best heist crew the galaxy has ever seen."
The rodian chuckled and smoke temporarily covered his face before he stepped through it and closer to his guests. He knew Gareth would be in. He was family and as crazy as they got. The others.. well, they needed to confirm their interest. "What do you say? Want to become a living legend like me?"
@Versok @Nor'baal @Fen Mian @Tulos @Darasuum
OOC: There's no posting order. Treat it as a social until.. well, you'll see.