[REBEL MISSION] One Way Or Another

[Cortan]

"Arrival at Woostri in ten minutes."

The words echoed from the helm and across the bridge, the crew drawing bated breath. Reptilian eyes gazed upon them, and understood their concern. For many, they were relatively new, young faces to pick up the campaigns of the old. And for all of them, even if it was only the expansion region, Woostri was going to be the closest they'd come to Sith territory for a long time.
"Make sure the shuttle teams are prepped for launch." His voice croaked slightly, but Captain Ivellok's Galactic Basic was still easily discernible to his men, and they responded to his orders. Communications went out as Donkur slowly reached for his medicine box, and depressed one button to release a capsule into an open hand. Waiting a few seconds more, he then plopped it into his mouth, and swallowed the quite literally bitter pill.

"Mmmm..." Rising from his chair upon the bridge, Donkur slowly placed his arms behind his back, and retreated from the Quasar's operational center, passing through a door as it opened to his presence. He plodded along towards the hangar bay, making several final checks of his possessions. Blaster, check. Emergency communicator, check. Medicine... still enough to last.
He'd of course gone over with his bridge officers about the current, if still malleable, plan for the mission. They would arrive in the system, and project out their request to meet with the company, along with using whatever civilian credentials they might have available to try and ensure their access to the planet.

Donkur himself however, intended to be on the shuttles that would then fly out to meet their potential business partners. This was a delicate time for the Rebellion, not one where they could really afford too many failures of diplomacy and negotiation. So engaging this matter face to face should, with any luck, help boost their chances, by however little.
Another door hissed opened as the Vor stepped out into the hangar bay, approaching assembled soldiers in civilian attire, and other members of the crew gathered for the mission. Enough men to do the heavy lifting if need be, enough to divide into combat units if they had to get a little... rough. It may not have been a grand army, but then, it wasn't as if they were raiding MandalMotors, so they shouldn't need one.

"I hope you all understand the importance of this mission to our efforts... And why we cannot fail in this task. Be on your best behaviour, but be ready to drop it if need be." Donkur swayed his elongated head from side to side, in case anyone might have questions or anything else to remark. If not, then it would be time to board.

 

[druchi]

After the prep talks were done Akiara approached the Vor cautiously, he had been a trained Alliance Medic and although it had been some time he had been asked to accompany the Captain in the negotiations. He was still pretty nervous however about the whole venture - it had not been long since he had came back from the Correlian trip and this seemed like a tad of a demotion to be running medic duty but he had an idea he was willing to air to the Captain. But not just yet he would see the diplomatic side of things fared before he would tell the Captain of his plans. He made sure Syke was just behind him. The droid had been incessantly quiet recently.

"What's up with you Syke?"

"+I DO NOT FEEL THIS PLAN SHALL TURN OUT WELL I SHOULD COME WITH YOU+"

"You and me both, listen I appreciate it but I'm not so sure how well this company would take being confronted by someone with your... charming? Features? I'd rather you stayed behind for this one see how the diplomacy plays out.

"+VERY WELL+"

Akiara had grown up with Syke he could tell he was sulking. Still though he left the droid and walked towards the Captain as the group dispersed. Perhaps he could be of more use to the Captain than just as a medic he would approach the Vor about it later however.

"Captain Ivellok, Akiara Ortis I'll be accompanying your diplomatic team as your medic today. We expecting trouble?"

The hanger was buzzing with activity everyone seemed in a real rush and if the number of soldiers were anything to go by perhaps the Captain was expecting as much trouble as Akiara thought it might.

 

[Cortan]

"...Hm?" Raising a hairless brow for a moment, Donkur turned to follow the sounds of conversation that seemed to flit between one man and his... droid?
Donkur stared for a bit, his mouth hanging slightly open for a few seconds. Good heavens, what kind of company would design a droid to look like that? As much respect as he might ever possibly garner for droids, he wasn't so sure of the first impression such a thing would make if they brought it along...
Thankfully though, it seemed that whatever discussion it had with its presumed owner, the automaton was not to come with them. Instead, Donkur turned to greet the young man that approached, soon realising that, based on so many other humans he'd met, the fellow couldn't even be half his own age.
It was then with a small sigh to himself that Donkur realised that this was probably true for a large volume of the crew in general, and so shook it off, before nodding as Mr Ortis introduced himself.

"Normally, Bob would be the one catering to my medical needs... but I didn't feel he'd be suitable for the mission. Didn't expect a replacement though." A small laughter escaped him, as he thought of the medical droid left alone back at base, before clearing his throat as a signal that he meant no offense.
"We're largely taking precautions, in case negotiations fail to be of use to us. I would prefer not to strong arm any potential allies into cooperation, but one world lost won't compare as much to what it would cost the Fleet to fail here today..." One meaningful stare across at Ortis should've been enough for him to understand Captain Ivellok's words, as a low rumbling shook the ship around them. Watching as the hangar bay doors opened, Donkur gazed out through the blue protective shield as the light of Woostri's star briefly peeked out over the curvature of the planet, appreciating both the view, and the realisation they'd arrived.

"Come. With any luck, they shall be expecting visitors." Making his way up the boarding ramp, Donkur made sure to find himself a seat secure at the back of the shuttle, awaiting for when it might launch and start making its way to their hopeful meeting.

 

[druchi]

Akiara was not at all familiar with alien body language of the Vor in fact this was probably the first time he had actually spoken to one, he assumed the Captain was in good graces however as he motioned for him to follow him aboard the shuttle. Looked like it could get bumpy but the planet below was very very beautiful. It had been far too long since he had been planetside although he was still in a little shock at the state of Corellia, apparently this world had not been too badly hurt by the war except economically.

Still the Captain was well experienced, Akiara had broken into his personal log files and he had an impressive history within the Galactic Alliance and now as a Rebel Captain. Akiara could not help but respect the alien for all he had done. Akiara on the other hand would be a total unknown to him he must not have got the memo about the replacement medic being hooked onto the mission however. So it would be safe to say he did not know about Akiaras slicer background.

"I don't know about you Captain, but I got a bad feeling about this."

And with that the shuttle lurched forward and through the blue hanger shield. skimming towards their meeting location with these possible suppliers.

"Heck they might hate the Empire as much as we do!"

Akiara was in fairly high spirits and he checked over the medical backpack over a few times and his datapad. He was keeping tabs on the local planetary economy to see if there was anything the Rebellion could use as leverage.

 

[Cortan]

"I don't know about you Captain, but I got a bad feeling about this." The shuttle was taking off just as Ortis spoke up, Donkur having to focus his hearing upon the young man's voice to hear it above the initial roar of the engines. For a moment, the Vor considered how to respond, whether deadpan serious or with some kind of witty remark. After a small instant of deliberation, he opted for the middle ground.
"Unless that feeling is because you're secretly a Jedi, I wouldn't discount our odds any further." Not that the odds were highly in their favour to begin with, so perhaps Donkur was himself being a little paranoid with his response. Ortis' subsequent reply however on the possibility of the company's disposition towards the Empire caused him to crack a smile.
That would just be perfect, wouldn't it?

"Speaking of reasons to hate the Empire though... what about you?" As the shuttle through space, Donkur spoke up again, shifting his gaze to the man beside him.
"Lost family? A homeworld? Friends?" Vengeance was the most common motivator against the Empire, he found, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't at least drive him in part even now. But, it was not solely vengeance, and he took shelter in that fact. He awaited Ortis' answer - whatever it might be - with curiosity and intrigue, whilst simultaneously looking ahead to the pilots in the cockpit. He could just about make out the chatter between them and their targets, talk of ID codes, permissions, and intent. The pilots did seem to eventually manage to get something arranged however, and the shuttle soon draw near to the planet itself. The craft hummed slightly as the atmosphere pounded upon its hull, clouds and rushing winds soon greeting them as they drew to the stratosphere. It didn't take long for the shuttle to pass that as well, and approach one of the grand, automated cities of the Woostoid homeworld.

Flying over the artificial landscape that never seemed to seize moving in some fashion or another, the shuttlecraft joined regulated flows of air traffic for a time, only to break off as it came to what, at its most basic, would seem like a giant box. It was of a height that would have rivaled some of Coruscant's lesser skyscrapers, and had a length of several miles. Multiple hangar bays, sitting next to and piled on top of each other, where ships of different corporations, both large and small, were frequently flying in and out. The shuttlecraft took to one of these particular hangers, passing through open blast doors, before descending to the ground. Landing gear extended and small jets fired to even out the touchdown, until at last the ramp descended down once again.
"I believe we're here." Rising from his seat, Donkur wasted no time in departing the small vessel, where they were greeted by what appeared to be a secretary. Like most Woostoids, they were thin in stature, orange in skin, and with large, bulbous black eyes. Donkur lightly bowed in greeting of his own.

 

[druchi]

"You know you might not believe this I joined the Alliance when I was still a youngling that's where I got my medic training aboard a ship Welcome to Vista, it was a rust bucket and i hear it managed to later hook up with the Alliance fleet but I was too young and stupid jumped ship at Ord Mantell. Spent a lot of time as a refugee and I really saw what the Empire was like. Since then I made sure to rejoin the Alliance hehe. There was an Imperial Governor on Onderon that's where I found my family a few years later. Gravnik I think? He was a real piece of sithspit he had mass executions of non humanoids was a real Human supremacist. I was a computer programmer and I turned to slicing and leaked some of his personal information on a backdoor twi'lek slave deal he was running with the Cartels Imperials had him shipped off to Kessel mines I believe. Actually that's why I'm a bit confused as to why they assigned me as your medic because all my other work for the Alliance has been in slicing and hacking- Oomf - that was a bit of a rough land I guess we are here then."

Stepping off of the shuttle after the short chit chat with the Captain was daunting, the hanger was rather sparse and seemed to be a backdoor one, obviously the Woostoids did not want news of the Alliance delegation spreading there were not too many Guards but those there had their blasters at the ready. The hanger had a few droids roaming around and a series of large boxes in fact it seemed perfect for an ambush and he had no doubt there were other Woostoids hiding up on them in case anything should go sour. Akiara nervously walked down the gangplank after the Captain, his medic backpack marked him out as different from the rest of the Captains detail. He whispered close to the Captain before the Woostori delegation could come within earshot.

"Don't think they are too pleased to see us. Short notice call?"

It was an attempt to make humour and a couple of the bodyguards smirked their own blasters were ready on hair triggers should anything go wrong but for now a dread chill settled in the space between the two parties.

 

[Cortan]

"Woostoids are a people known for their liking of order and certainty. They often fear the unknown, and the unexpected." A rule that applied across many careers, he supposed. Most notably, politicians.
After the small aside to Ortis however, Donkur nevertheless also took in a view of the scenery around them. Though unaware of his fellow rebel's thoughts, there was that similar degree of unease about the nature of the location. Despite the otherwise common usage of the other hangars across the complex, this one seemed relatively empty, and yet quite guarded in spite of that. It wasn't as if this were some government facility, or that the people they were meeting would be representatives of that government. This was just some materials provider, and yet it seemed more as if they were wandering into some secretive lair.
Or, perhaps, the Woostoids were properly paranoid. After all, given the Captain's company...

"Shall I take you see Mistress Darri now?" The young male secretary asked, his expression lightening slightly as Donkur nodded, and then proceeded to follow. Some of the men stayed with the ship, and others followed, the civilian garb only doing so much to put the guards here at ease. At the back of the hangar there appeared to be an office of some kind, and peering through the window, the Vor could see several other Woostoids sitting inside. At the center, standing prominent, was a woman in a purple dress, whose eyes turned to follow the Rebels as they entered on in.
"Hm. I was expecting someone... shorter." She remarked, gesturing for Donkur and his escort to take a seat. The Captain did so, but others did not, though it did not seem to factor into things much as there was no further issue about it.

"Mistress Darri... you're the head of the company, aren't you?" Donkur began, trying to get introductions out of the way, but the orange skinned business woman shook her head.
"Owner. Which I suppose makes me the head by default, but I prefer technical accuracy on these matters." She seemed confident as she sat herself down, Donkur taking the opportunity to depress another button on his medicine box. A smaller, round pill than earlier popped out, and he shook it twice before swallowing.
"You know why we're here. You have spare supplies of Durasteel, and few to buy it. If you would be willing to give it to us, we would appreciate it deeply." Shifting his scaly skin slightly as he tried to better settle into his seat, Donkur drew out a small datapad. Turning it on, he soon handed it across to Darri, who took it and then read it, seeming rather amused.

"Those are our terms. I understand its... less on average, than the standard market price, but considering how much you would be moving as a result, I think we can agree it would make a decent, short term profit." Donkur kept his voice - whether deliberately or by nature - soft, and slow. He stared at the people around the room, before after a small bit, finding the datapad handed back to him. So did that mean...?
"Yes, we can. However, I also think we can agree that my company is capable of seeing a greater profit from this. Certainly, when we are negotiating with Rebels, no?" Donkur froze slightly, eyes widening, but managed to recompose himself in the seconds after.
"And you know this because...?" Donkur began to type away on the datapad as he awaited the answer, and Darri creased her orange skin as she smirked.
"You think I would just accept to meet a mysterious, out of nowhere buyer without first finding out something? I at least can afford Bothans." Donkur nodded a few times with a frown, before handing the datapad in his hands back...

To Ortis. Should he read it, he would find one message upon.

<<<GET ME DIRT>>>

Two could play the leverage game, and Donkur intended to win.

 

[druchi]

Ha, maybe he had read the file. Akiara quickly moved to excuse himself from the situation, he said he felt sick and would head back to the shuttle. Two Guards motioned for him to follow them. They were well armoured - special forces maybe? In either case he had an idea forming but he just had to get rid of the two guards. As he approached the shuttlecraft he motioned for one of the guards to come closer.

"Listen, I need a distract-"

"Say no more, those two?"

Akiara nodded and went inside the shuttle he heard one of the Rebels call out for a hand, one of the Woostoids moved in to help but the other stayed where he was, as Akiara exited the shuttle his slicer gear in hand he noticed the two guards inside the shuttle on the floor.

"If you can buy me any extra time do so but this can't come to shots." The Rebels nodded in unison.

"If they ask just tell them they are searching the shuttlecraft. They won't ask any more questions. We'll put on the armour ... as best as we can and escort you back out it will look like nothing has changed."

Akiara hauled his bag of slicing gear, data pad, chip spikes and the other assorted tools of the trade. He walked back towards the small conference room - he could tell he was being watched but as he neared the main door he noticed a small open droid shaft... it had to have been left open by accident but it might just get him to the place he needed to be. The droids in the facility would have area plans which would lead him to the head offices and the central security systems. It would be very dangerous and before making a quick dive for it he had second thoughts, if they caught him he would most certainly be killed or used as further leverage. But the fleet needed this so badly. Without it the larger Alliance fleet would quite literally fall a part. A lot of people don't realise that space travel especially hyperspace travel wears a ship out there are thousands of radiation rays and flecks of dust that crash against a ships shields and hull at any one time and if you were unlucky that alone could scuttle a ship for months but most of the Alliance fleet had seen far too much combat.

He made a small duck and roll and fell down the chute. he bit his mouth as he fell and slid and rolled around the tube before he fell in what must be the droid maintenance area. He did a small scan around and as he left it felt an eerie presence and sense of dread. He wasn't sure what it was however probably just his nerves. He set his sights on a small deactivated astromech droid and set to work it would only take a few minutes or so... he hoped the Captain could stall them long enough he just needed time.

 

[Cortan]

"And just how good was the value for money on these spies?" Donkur hoped he was right in resting his hopes on an offhand remark that Ortis had made during the shuttle flight here. He wasn't sure if those claims of being a slicer would hold up...
But it was something for now, and he remembered something vaguely involving a controversy around Gravnik. Sending someone off to the spice mines was a tad cruel, but then, given who it was...
"Good enough. All I needed to know was who you were, after all. So do not worry, I have not gone and discovered your Rebel bases. That would have been far too great a knock to my profits." Or too difficult, Donkur mentally corrected for her. It was simply enough to follow a few contacts, rather than investigate an organisation deliberately hiding itself, waiting for the right time. Leaning slightly on his clenched together hands, Donkur imagined that such remarks were intended to get under his skin. Make him, and by implication, the rest of the Rebellion, feel vulnerable. Feel like it had to bend this woman's will if it was to get what it wanted.

"Hmm..." Donkur grumbled slightly, feigning - with quite some ease thanks to familiarity - some chest pains, allowing him to angle his head and peek out of the window into the hangar. From there, he could see Ortis doing... stuff, but what and why he wasn't sure. The young man disappeared from sight soon enough, notably not returning to the room at all. So somewhere else in the hangar bay perhaps? Or...?
"Nnnrgh... I apologise. My species is not noted for its exemplary immune system." Lightly patting his chest, the Vor raised his pointed head to face Darri again, ready to continue speaking.
"I only speak for the Rebellion in a limited capacity, so you may understand that I cannot call upon the entirety of its wealth in this deal. However, if you were to be lenient with your asking price, we would graciously be first in line to buy up any additional stock you might procure and develop in future, perhaps establishing a more long term trade agreement between our parties." Now, whilst he still tried to seem courteous, Donkur was deliberately extending his speech. Each second more was a chance for Ortis to do... something, whatever it was.

And so the debate began...

 

[druchi]

The astromech beeped on for a second, the plans spread out in front of him for multiple things, hyperspace lanes, cleaning routines all junk and then he found what he was looking for... the floorplan. The cubed building was rather complex internally but there was a method in it's madness and Akiara could see patterns developing within it - routes to take that only droids would use or the janitorial route that could lead him towards the top of the building. Of course she would be at the top, power, status, a symbol to everyone else that they worked for her. Typical corporate power play. It was just how to get there that might prove difficult... he could see areas where there would be guards and staff he was a human which only added to the problem of a disguise. A distraction would be useful after all he was sitting in a droid maintenance bay.

He slipped a simple line of code into the astromech droid, it was to give all other droids and computers the same line of code as it could find, they would do the same in turn. It would be like a virus spread across the complex. eradicating it would be a pain in the ass for these Woostori not difficult but it would be something to lose face over. Other than the virus spreading it did just one other thing, it made droids tear apart their work stations after a set amount of time. It was a perfect little code he had been storing to use if he ever got aboard an Imperial Star Destroyer but it would have to do here.

Of course anti virus systems existed in droids which is why the virus was set to start only after a set amount of time after it had spread to avoid detection and the larger computer mainframe once it became aware of the problem it would set the guards to the task of actually inspecting all droids.

He made his way cautiously out of the corridor, he had the map plan in forn of him, he would make for a turbo droid shaft that would take him three floors down from where he needed to be. He was confident 'Mistress Darri" would have her room well protected with security. But gaining entry into the Office was not so important as gaining access to the droid mainframe and it's powerful computer. It would be a dangerous walk to the turbo shaft, he could not risk the stairs or the elevator if he was seen by anyone or a security system the game would be up. Still he had this destructive unease around him.

As he went to turn the corridor into the droid shaft two Woostori stared at him then ran at him with stun pikes. Akiara threw himself behind the corner he had turned and heard a couple of noises that did not sound healthy at all. One of the pikes fell to the floor and clattered. When he looked up Syke was above him holding the limp body of one of the guards.

"+YOU DID NOT REALLY THINK I WOULD LET YOU GO ON YOUR OWN DID YOU?+"

 

[Cortan]

The debate was... curious, in how it progressed.

After what seemed like hours, but was probably more suited to be measured in minutes, the aged Vor called for a moment's peace to be able to reflect on the circumstances, and make considerations. In truth, it was really a further delaying tactic, but Donkur could use the time to actually think regardless, in case Ortis was not as suited for the task as either might have hoped for them to be.
Slipping through the door as soon as it opened, Donkur stepped out from the office, briefly noticing beside him an open droid shaft. The sort of thing typically for small cleaning or security droids, but of a large enough size that if you tried, you could probably get a person through. Unable to resist a small urge to fiddle, he lightly raised one foot to clutch the cover, and closed the shaft. Even if he may end up trying to out swindle the people who owned the hangar, he felt it improper to deliberately let such things go unattended.

Bringing his foot back down, he started to use it for its intended purpose of walking, namely around the perimeter of the hangar itself. Depressing a third button on the medicine box, he caught and then swallowed the pill that emerged first, tenderly rubbing his throat to help it down.
"Hmm..." Then raising his hand to his face, he lightly scratched at an itch upon his snout, considering his options. As things stood, Darri held the stronger position in their negotiations. She had something the Rebels wanted... no, needed, and worse yet, she knew - however vaguely - to what extent. She knew that any promises that he might make, beyond the immediate trade proposal, were risky, distant, and not necessarily going to turn out a profit - certainly not as much as she'd like. In theory, she could merely hold onto her existing stock until a company like MandalMotors or CEC needed another shipment, and use it to make a comparative saving on production costs. The woman didn't want or need to care about the notion of bringing back democracy and liberty to the galaxy at large - even small as her company was, she was already living the high life. That was why he had demanded Ortis find something, anything, that he might be able to use to leverage negotiations back his way.

"...Hm?" Still making only slight murmurs for the time being, he crooked his head slightly to watch as, just beyond the hangar and into the hallways of the complex itself, several armed guards seemed to be... dragging along a crazed protocol droid. The machine was shaking its head wildly and thrashing about its arms as much as possible, however limited by its own frame. For a few moments, Donkur was befuddled by the sight, unsure of just what could be about in a giant hangar bay complex as to cause such a thing...
But eventually shrugged it off, making his way back to the office room. As he entered however, Darri herself seemed rather distracted, at a comm terminal on the wall, firing out questions at a breakneck speed and with ferocious intensity. Seemed as if something was suddenly not going right for her, as the Vor settled himself back down into his seat.

 

[druchi]

Syke dropped the limp body of the alien. Akiara stared up half expecting to see it's spine or something in Sykes hands.

"Did you kill them?"

"+NO+"

Akiara noted the droid almost sounded regretful but quickly brushed it off and gave himself a moment to calm down from the adrenaline - he needed to think straight.

"Oh right, well uhh-" He picked himself up and collected a few spikes he had dropped on the ground. "We need to get moving this turbo shaft takes me three floors from where I need to be."

"+I AM AWARE+"

Akiara motioned for the droid into the shaft, it was quite a tight fit for Akiara and he went up first with Syke just behind, he knew better than to ask how Syke had followed him. They made their way through the tight access tubes that were really meant for droids or engineers, Akiara was pretty conscious of noise they were beneath the floors and he coudl hear ltos fo people shouting and talking, a few droids flailing about - heck he even saw one security droid start attacking another with their hands before Guards came and ripped them off one another. It was a long crawl and it seemed to last but he found the terminal access point he needed. It would take he and Syke into the main droid programming room, or in other words the brain of the facility. It would be well protected so he let Syke slip out another access door and make his own way.

When he entered after a couple of minutes a few guards lay knocked out on the floor. An engineer was lifted from the ground in Sykes hands as he took the acess codes from him.

"+WOULD YOU LIKE TO KEEP ALL YOUR SPINE DISCS?+"

"Please I'll tell you anything but I don-"

Syke cut him off by head butting the man, Akiara winced a little as the Woostori became dazed and blood ran from his forehead. Then syke threw the alien down quite hard and walked towards him.

"+IF YOU DO NOT TELL ME I WILL KILL YOU+"

Of course it didn't take long and the alien lay spill the access codes, Akiara started to tap them into the hub terminal and slipped a few spikes into the machine, the network was flowering before him when he realised he should contact Ivellok. He picked up his own data pad and used the hub to block communications from everywhere else in the building the exception being the Captains datapad. He sent out a message on the inner network to say that droids had attacked the communication hub and it would be resorted soon but in the meantime there would be a slight disruption. Fairly business like communication, but to the Captain a private line was set up between them.

++AND DIRT YOU SHALL HAVE++
++IN++
++DROIDS GOING CRAZY BE CAREFUL++
++I NEED HER DOB/ MAIDEN NAME OR W/E PASSES FOR THAT HERE++
++AND ANY OTHER PERSONAL INFORMATION YOU CAN++
++DO IT QUICK++​

 

[Cortan]

The last few minutes had been a different tempo and pace, at least on Darri's side of the matter. Donkur had seen this, and after some brief pondering, had begun to piece together why. Whatever was happening behind the scenes, had her concerned. Wanting to get away from this meeting as soon as possible, meaning she might be more willing to compromise if it enabled her to leave and go out to resolve a more pressing issue. Donkur, by contrast, had a relatively large amount of time to kill, and was exploiting it. He could see Darri shift and glance down to her datapad, awaiting some kind of message...
Beep
Perhaps to the surprise of everyone though, all their datapads received a message, and all eyes soon fell on small illuminated screens to read them. Donkur, however, received two - and it was the presence of the second that fully explained the first. Whilst confused eyes darted about, Donkur did his best to restrain from smirking, lest he give the game away.

"Droids, oh dear. I would hope your security is trained for this sort of thing... my escort could provide assistance if need be." Donkur offered, though Darri waved a hand to dismiss the notion.
"There is no need." She was blunt, trying to stand her ground. But Donkur knew what he had to look for now, and so he pressed on.
"Right, back to the negotiation then. I think I can guess pretty well that someone like you would have seen most of your business under the Galactic Alliance." And thus, in theory, the woman before him would be able to compare how her business performed under the differing superpowers.
"Hmph, is that a remark against my age? I'll have you know, I only just reached maturity when the Sith revealed themselves to the galaxy once more." Donkur was typing away as Darri answered, doing some math within his head. Assuming the woostoids counted adulthood by a similar measure to other worlds, that would have put her age somewhere around 18, putting her birth in and around 984 ABY. That was the first thing he sent off to Ortis.

"So twenty years, even split." A little more than that actually, but Donkur was trying to make a point over accuracy.
"Wrong again. I was a housewife for much of that time, until I grew tired of my husband and his name when his business fell apart around him. Years later, I actually bought the remnants of his company. Minus him, of course." So, she went back to her original family name... which meant, Darri. That was soon sent off to Ortis as well.
"So then, you would actually say the Empire has been good for business? Subjugating your biggest contractors?" Or helping others to subjugate them, at least. Hard to keep a competitive market that way, even at an interstellar scale.
"Not... entirely, no. But the business exists. Unlike your Alliance." Another retort to get under his skin, but Donkur didn't flinch.

"But it could do. We are not the first to make such an effort - basic Galactic History will teach you that."
"That same history would note you're nowhere near their league. No Death Stars for your first victory after all."

...Evidently, appealing to her better nature was not going to work out.

 

[druchi]

AKiara took the information. He was shocked at how young she was of course he was not familiar with alien bodies but he had guessed from her posture she was at least forty by standard galactic years. The revelation she was running an operation this tight at her age... well that meant something had to be up. The details checked out, people were so careless with their personal data they thought it would protect them when the more they let slip the more. He used the data to get a password reset sent to the main computer he was on for her personal archive page. It was he guessed the woostoids internal version of the Holo net. It was the standard company page but once he had the password he knew that this was one of those passwords someone would use on everything. He tested it a couple of times just to be sure and laughed a little at it he whispered it to himself to see how it rolled off the tongue rather awkwardly on him but almost anyone who was anyone in Galactic business would know this name.

"Nute Gunray"

It was almost as he said that, he heard pounding on the doors. Guards maybe? Droids? He wasn't sure but it wouldn't be good. He saw the door start to get very red. They must have been trying to cut through. Syke had climbed away somewhere he heard hims cuttle off but did not see where he went. He tried to ignore it as he searched through scores of business memos to find something. It was all too clean all too prim but eventually he found what he was looking for in a file marked "Essential Personal" he scanned it and found exactly what he was looking for under payments. Who was stupid enough to keep payment details hanging around? Someone who was blackmailing these people probably.

The essential personal listed names some he recognised from other business a couple of holonet actors and an Imperial News anchorman. Very influential to have one of those in the pocket he thought. The gem was a name and the under payment option was a small footnote. He guessed it was the name of Darri's unfortunate husband Vkarii. The footnote read: "Taken care of and will have to sell up by end of week - deal with all Rels after leave nothing."

Well that sent a shiver down his spine this woman was brutal but... it was good dirt no doubt she would not want any authorities looking too closely at this essential personal file. She must be blackmailing the hitman or the Corsec team that did this to keep a listing of it. He gave a few more taps and sent it to the Captain.

He ran for the open plate and threw himself into it as he heard the door burst open and fly half way across the room.

 

[Cortan]

"We have ambition and determination. We would not have banded together if there was not that much." Speaking up again, Donkur almost sounded as if he were about to wax poetic and make a speech. But he didn't wish to waste his breath on a woman so undeserving, nor his words. If he had to make a frelling speech, it had to be damn well worth the effort on his lungs.
"And neither of those thing is about to make me turn around and suddenly give you all the durasteel you need. Let alone what you want." Ironically, the opposite was likely to be closer in truth - even with what they wanted off of her, they weren't actually going to get all they needed. No, they would have to accumulate it from multiple sources before they had enough...

On receiving new messages however, he gave them brief glances, and then almost immediately forwarded them to the crew left at the shuttlecraft, where they might then backup the data involved on the ship proper. This was good info, and he'd rather not lose it in case someone got twitchy with their trigger finger. After all, Donkur was about to touch a nerve.
"How about this then?" The Vor raised the datapad so that it would be impossible for Darri to actually see what was on the screen, which at first, merely caused her to raise an eyebrow.
"I have fifty in one drawer, and even those aren't worth much. Try harder." Well, she had asked for it, so...
"According to this, one Kayes Reid is costing you a fair amount." The anchorman's name caused an almost immediate reaction to flare up, Darri raising a hand as if to command her guards to shoot. She paused however, both on realising the readied response of Donkur's own men, but the light gesture he made outside. Killing him wasn't going to stop this information leaking - it would only force the hand of his crew.

"As is Dinella Kurah, Kurois Bahl, and... well, the list goes on, but its kind of shocking to find the man who killed your husband on it. Was it before or after you bought out his business?" The thought twisted Donkur's stomach, but he didn't allow it to show - he couldn't. He finally had the opportunity he needed, and he couldn't lose it now.
"Even within the Imperium, I would doubt any of these things are particularly legal. How many years, do you think? Perhaps an execution or two, given the sheer number?" Donkur tilted his head, actually somewhat curious as to what the answer might be, if Darri could - or would - even dare to answer such a thing.
"I-I understand what you're getting at... I'll have my men ready transports-"
"To be piloted by my men."
"O-Of course. And then you will never speak of this to the Imperium. Ever." Oh, perhaps not the Imperium, but given what Donkur was aiming for...