New Experiences, Old Times.

[Tristar]

He gave her a quick lookover when she left to come around to his side, shoulders hunched and shuffling like the every bit of an angsty teen of her age. Quite frankly he could understand her- she was being used, jumped out of the blue and lied to, all in a very short period of time. Anyone would be angry at those chain of events, but at when it happened to him he had learned a few other lessons that helped. As far as he knew, Fen was still a little duckling that was trying to regain control of her life. A sailboat without a steer, perhaps. He offered her a non-committal shrug and lead the way into the motel. The lobby was all parts sleazy, and the staff didn't bother to hide it: You had Twilek dancers on break plying their secondary trade, shifty figures with strange body parts conducting shady deals, most probably exchanging spice for some kind of vice- credits or favors, whichever was applicable.

The receptionist was an alien. That was all he was certain off- whatever it's slimy skin and ugly, slightly unsymmetrical face indicated it's species, he was well and truly and aware of. He cleared his throat to gain its attention, which he did. 'It' looked up at him with eyes that made him uncomfortable, the tip of 'its' tongue poking out from the corner of 'its'. . mouth? Mouth. "Reservation for two, fourteenth floor, Mr. Jakob?" Mr. Jakob was of course, someone long dead- but the Imperial records never recorded it and neither was his ID chip recovered from that wreckage. The alien flipped past several screens and stopped at one that seemed to be what it was looking for. A slimy hand tapped on the screen, followed with a satisfactory bleep from the system.

When the receptionist spoke, it spoke in basic, thank the heavens for that- fellow seemed to stressed its R's quite a bit. "Identification Mrrrrrrrrr.Jakob." Calico silently slid a card on the counter to the it, careful not to get his hand in contact with its digits. Thankfully, it got the message and was equally careful to not come in physical contact. There was a few moments of silence as the alien verified his 'card', allowing him to look around in the lobby further more. No one of interest. That was good.

"Thank you Mrrrrrr.Jakob. Yourrrr rrrrreserrrrvation checks out. Herrrreee is the keypass. Enjoy yourrr stay." With that, as he slipped the slightly wet card into his wallet, the two of them had free reign of the motel- except for the fifteenth floor. The floor they needed to be on. Not an issue, he thought as he called the elevator to the ground floor, eyeing Fen from the corner of his eyes. Girl was laden with so much responsibilities thanks to him and part of it she shouldered because she could- and because she was far more decent of a person than he was at her age. At her age Derklyn was trying to make sure he didn't die chasing after a pair of slim legs- it was an embarrassing chapter in his saga that he'd often look back when he was drunk and cringe in shame. While they wait, he let her in on the further details. "We're really looking to get to the fifteenth floor, but we'll use the stairwell for that- less eyes and we'll have less attention drawn to us. These guys have goons that ain't going to let anyone pass, so we may have to play aggressive negotiations with them."

The elevator dinged once very loudly, its doors sliding open revealing a musty smelling lift. "Oh and anytime you need to say anything, speak up. No one's going to get killed because you opened your mouth."

"I hope."

 

[Fen Vel]

A dull green light licked at the shadows cast by the walls, means for eyes different from their own. While Calico dealt with the receptionist, a creatures that oozed with layers of sickly smelling slime Fen took a moment to look around and take the measure of the clientele. She was quite used to seeing prostitutes, dancers, smugglers, drug dealers, problem solvers and gangsters and none of them had ever frightened her before. Despite being torn away from the protection that had given her that confidence it remained, even if now unfounded. She was able to make the room, to see who kept away from who, could see who was here for business and who for pleasure. Dealers by and large were lowkey, even when covered in sexual partners they remained quiet, as did those with them. Smugglers tend to keep themselves alone, quiet drinks where they could trust no one. The problem solvers were here for a goodtime and gangsters, they were here to show off. None of them should care even the slightest about what the two of them were doing here. There were the normal people as well of course, milling about seemingly without a care. Fen found herself to be able to pick up on who was armed and who wasn't, something she hadn't paid much attention to before. It made her wish she had a smaller gun.

She wasn't paying attention to her comrade until he started to walk towards the lift. Making her look surprised for a second before skulking after him. It made more sense to her to play the role of a teenager that really didn't want to be here over a reserved teenager that really didn't want to be here. That meant being outwardly grumpy, from what she could tell from observing the real world for a few days. Into the lift they went, and she certainly did open her mouth.

It was a heist, she'd heard a million and one stories, mostly entirely lies about stealing this or that from so and so. She had read real police reports that had been sent to her, Fen had picked up a few things. So the moment the doors closed she offered a small smile, "They'll let room service through, with a wink and a smile, what threat am I?" Fen looked up at him and seemed to think hard for a moment, "Would you fit inside one of those trolleys?" There were lots of stories she could try to spin to get them inside but logically without prior preparation, this seemed the best bet. If they had time to rig something in the power system to blow, or appear to then maybe there were easier options. In the elevator she seemed almost jovial, he wasn't planning on killing anyone after all. If the plan involved talking then she was playing to her strengths, you tended not to be to smart if you were the door guard to some crook.

Spoiler: Alternate

"We find a maintenance room, a toolkit, maybe a mechanics uniform for you and we walk right passed the guards. You see my Master has these, desires." She spoke completely deadpan and seriously, "And they have caused my dear brother to become stuck in one of his contraptions. Something my Master would rather not become public of course."