Ask Roll the Old Chariot

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan grinned a little at the concept of him blowing away in the wind but just shook his head in amusement, chuckling softly, and then took another drink. The truth of the matter would come out in due time, of course, as the Firrerreo didn't entirely intend for the Mandalorian to do all the fighting for him. It would be fun in its own way but not the sort of game he felt like playing.

An arched brow rose when the armoured man named a new requirement. Morgan considered it for a few seconds in silence. While fighting a hostile Mandalorian not using an axe seemed like a potentially interesting experience he wasn't attached enough to the idea to argue. So he shrugged a little and said, "I look forward to your victory," with a lazy toast of his mug. "Besides. He has friends with him, is this not so?"

Besides, he wasn't here to fight Mandalorians but for a broader goal and this may well lead into it if properly done. Golden eyes traveled back to the window.

Idle conversation about idle things passed between the two for a time but eventually one of them would spot a certain figure walking down the side street. All his markings and bright hair really didn't do him any favours in being recognized from afar.

"You have a plan, Mr. Wolf?"

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[Nox Solus]

Morgan raised his mug in a half taste after agreeing in his own words that the two Manda would fight each other. "Let's not toast just yet." Nox simply replied softly, almost wondering if he would even want to after the job was finished. He had never killed a fellow Mandalorian before and he felt that nervousness fester in his stomach ever so slowly, using his veins as a transport system to the rest of him. It didn't really seem an appropriate manner, at least to him.

The Firrerro would most likely be able to sense it, given his nature but he would be able to tell that in a way that wasn't over the possibility of failure. "Enough to keep you busy." The Solus added about the friends calmly. While he most likely would have to help in this dispatching of these "friends", if his eyes locked on that of the other Manda before, he doubted he wouldn't just immediately go after him instead.

After a while of mostly a silent Mandalorian that offered a nod or 'mhmm' to Morgan, the two would eventually spot the mark as he stood out like a sore thumb, even in dense crowds. The T-visor immediately swung and locked onto the man, still confirming the tattoos in his head just to double-check. With one last solid rasp against the metal frame of the window with his knuckles, "We follow and then I put a bolt through who I'm supposed to." There wasn't really much to add as he didn't know where they would be taken or the possibilities that would be afforded to them.

Nox left the cantina once the mark left out of Braka's store, leaving the Sith to pay for the drinks as he would exit and approach where their man left from, supplies in hand that time. The door would slide open when he was about ten feet away, Braka stepping out with his arms crossed over each other as he leaned against the frame. Without saying a word, a pouch was pulled from the Solus' belt and would be tossed to the alien, another fee that needed to be paid. Friendship came at a high price. The owner would give him a slight smile and bow before a nod to Morgan if they were together.

The ginger mark would be tailed by him, a respectful distance away to at least not be immediately suspicious. It was Mandalorian space after all and the sight of his people was right in between being a rare or common thing. Nox just kept his focus on the ginger hair, letting Morgan catch up to him or find his own path.

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan's head tilted ever so slightly to the side. Wolf's attitude seemed more solemn than anything else regarding dealing with the other Mandalorian. He supposed it made some sense since their people was still a fragmented one of many different methods and beliefs, worn down by the passage of time and simply being ignored. So instead of commenting he simply shrugged a little and went back to his drink and other subjects of conversation.

The drinks were quietly paid for as they left the cantina. Wolf's plan was simple but it wasn't exactly lacking. The devil's in the detail, Morgan liked to say, but these details were mostly the combat kind. Following would hopefully be an easy enough venture.

Morgan kept himself near but not directly next to the armoured Mandalorian. His clothing was at least local and didn't draw much attention or notice, passing for an ordinary human without more close inspection. This ginger fellow was even easier to track now he was also carrying piles of things and the Firrerreo was fairly adept at this sort of work.

Ginger made a turn into another side street and a few moments after Wolf would notice Morgan was gone from the position he'd been following in. If his visored vision happened to look upwards he might catch a flicker of motion across a neighboring rooftop before that vanished too.

Meanwhile the man they were tracking was steadily heading toward what could be best described as a 'rough' part of the city. He wasn't hard to see but he did make frequent turns and short cuts. A visible man, but at least he wasn't completely stupid.

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[Nox Solus]

Tracking the mark really wasn't that difficult, both of them being practically overqualified as a whole quire band could have been behind the target and it wouldn't have been noticed. The Keepers, as they called themselves, had practically owned the area with confidence and it was transparent in the lack of security that was being afforded. Then again, who out in the Outer Rim really have the chance to speak against them when they offered needed protection.

The trail eventually led to a rough part of the city, it practically being equal with the rest except that people in this part were more open about pulling a lick or scam. Crowds thinned out and it made the idea of following along the street and directly behind a little more difficult. Thankfully, when the ginger had thought the coast had been clear, he made a few more turns before making a beeline to a building that resembled a warehouse more than anything. Nox stopped following and planted himself at the corner of an alley, giving him an ample view of the compound.

With arms crossed at first, the Solus subtly activated his thermal vision and quickly checked the windows, attempting to find any heat signatures standing directly behind them. It was to no avail and with the walls too thick for him to peer through, he could only turn them off. Nox would simply wait there, waiting for Morgan to link up with him once more as they would formulate a plan together, the ginger already inside the building.

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan didn't reappear immediately. He'd decided to follow from a higher vantage, keen eyes easily keeping track of the brightly coloured courier especially as the crowds thinned. It was almost funny how little people ever looked up at things while going about their daily lives. From his position he didn't see much of anything either through the windows. Likely those who occupied the building preferred to avoid them entirely or relied on droids hidden behind the tinted glass. Tinted well enough to even make vision that saw into the ultraviolet spectrum have difficulty.

About a minute of waiting and the Firrerreo dropped down into the alley by Nox with the grace and stealth of a stalking cat, the soft woosh of his robes preceding his landing on bent legs. He stood back up to his full height and brushed something off his sleeve. "Windows are no-go," he said. "Side or roof entrance? Night, maybe." There was a sense of focus and familiarity about the task from Morgan now, clipping his sentences short.

"Warehouses always have more doors."

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[Nox Solus]

Nox exhaled softly, maintaining the presence of his calm demeanor as he waited outside patiently. He had completely lost track of Morgan and he half expected the man to bumble down the alleyway behind him or just be walking down the street. Instead and a nice surprise to him, the man just simply dropped from above and almost without making a sound landed right next to him, the robes the only thing betraying the quiet approach.

The surprise for Morgan would be after that, his gaze being greeted with the barrel of a blaster pistol and a finger around the trigger before he even reached full height. But as quickly as it appeared, the weapon would be drawn back and pointed towards the air, Nox simply shaking his head behind it. "Let's not do that again." His first thought had been security with the entrance but he was gladly proven wrong. The blaster was holstered and a glance was offered up toward the sky afterward and where his employer had dropped from, questions forming in his head and suspicions about who he really was.

But when details of the warehouse were offered, his mind focused back on what he was actually being paid to do as his T-visor returned to the building. The description was interesting from Morgan, lack of any irrelevant details and only pointed answers. It added to his thoughts from earlier but then his own plans began to form. "Night," Nox responded softly, "We don't know who here are eyes and ears." Operating with just henchmen was too obvious and being within the poor sectors, resulting in civilians willing to take a few credits for whatever information they heard or seen.

Nox then gave a sharp jut of his head toward the building, "Roof entrance first. It's two levels, not just one." It was easily decipherable that he didn't want to be on the low-ground when a fight broke out. The Mandalorian turned then towards Morgan, waiting for his final input and to pass the time as they would have to wait a little bit for the night to claim the city.

 

[Darth Stolas]

It was for the best that the Mandalorian wasn't able to feel how the Force moved around him in the same moment his weapon came up. That would have been an awkward conversation to say the least. Morgan's eyes glinted at Wolf's words and he chuckled softly as he stood back up, razor fangs shown between a slight parting of lips.

As the armoured man holstered the blaster and returned his attention to their target Morgan retrieved a cigarra and electric lighter from somewhere in his robes, making sure he was fairly away from the alley corner, offering one to the other man. It was lit and a plume of smoke was blown out behind him. "Good policy," he agreed. Apparently he hadn't been offended by the exchange a moment ago.

"Getting to the roof in the dark should be easy." Morgan could see in the dark just fine and the other man must have something to help with that or he wouldn't agree so easily. "Will just have to wait." A flick of a foot turned an abandoned plastic mesh bin over and he sat down to use it as an improvised chair, brushing a bit of dust from robe bottoms. Slender fingers reached into the robe to retrieve something else.

It turned out to be a deck of cards that he held up with a grin. "Clear from the roof downward. Until then, why not play a little game?"

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[Nox Solus]

Nox just shook his head at the offer of a cigarra. While he wasn't a true smoker, he didn't mind partaking in it from time to time. It just didn't appeal to him at that very moment. After some discussion, it was agreed that the roof and the cover of night would be their plan of attack on getting inside. There wasn't any traffic leaving or entering from the building and gave him a reasonable belief that there wouldn't be any surprises in their bounty moving from one location to the next.

As a result, it did mean that they would have to wait and pass the time. There had been a lot of passing the time with this mission they were on and he had hoped it was going to be much quicker when he had first accepted it. But, the Solus also cared about doing a good job and that meant doing things right. It was his own way to battle his boredom and accept what was going on and that they couldn't just barge in.

Following Morgan's lead, he hooked his foot by a bin and pulled it towards him, and created his own chair to sit on. When he did, the thing groaned under his weight and nearly broke as he sank a few inches, it doing its best to hold him up. The one thing he hadn't expected was a game as his first thoughts would have led to silence between them. In the end, he gave Morgan a slight shrug, "I take mostly to dice but I don't mind learning." Dice was his favorite, even though it was a complete chance on who could win and who could lose. Maybe that was why he liked it so much.

 

[Darth Stolas]

When it came to hunting at least, Morgan was well used to the application of patience. Which was why he had things like cards in the first place. He had games on his datapad as well of course but cards with a Mandalorian just seemed inherently more interesting at the moment. A brow rose when Wolf sat down and strained the poor bin, a smirk on the Firrerreo's face.

"Sabacc's nearly as up to chance," he explained, followed by the rules of the game. Really the armoured man had an advantage given helmets didn't have any kind of expression at all for Morgan to work off of, whereas the Firrerreo himself just looked mildly amused at all times. "Could throw in a bet, if you like." Just for the fun of it he included a random third player hand dubbed "Rando Cardrisian". Because why not? "Dice next time."

As it turned out Morgan could still pick up even minute body language and was just plain lucky, at one point even landing himself an Idiot's Array. The game was stick luck based however and a reversal could come in any round.

But it was a good way to pass the time even if there wasn't a huge influx of conversation. Morgan did comment or ask about some of Wolf's weapons in the meantime, particularly interested in any of his blades and the method he sharpened them with.

OOC: Ironic dice roll is 20 on a d20.

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[Nox Solus]

Nox was always ready to learn something new but his first game of Sabacc would leave a disgusting taste in his mouth. He listened carefully to the rules and played along but each hand appeared to turn out worse and worse for him. Morgan would find the Solus shaking his head in disbelief sometimes as he thought he had a solid play until the Firrerreo would reveal his own hand that was better. Despite losing badly, when the suggestion of betting was brought up, his ego wouldn't let him say no and he would toss a few credits onto the field of play.

After about three rounds of losing money, when Morgan revealed his next hand to beat him once more, Nox simply threw his cards on the table, some of them falling onto the ground as he scoffed, "Up to chance my ass." There must have been something he was missing. How was it a game of chance if he lost his money every single time? If it hadn't been Morgan playing across him, there would have been quite a high possibility that his blaster would have been drawn. "Dice next time." Nox repeated, more muttered under his breath as he was already at the point that he wanted to forget about this game. Already he missed the sound of dice hitting against each other in a cup.

Picking up what fell down with a huff, Morgan had asked about his weapons and it was at least a distraction he knew well enough. There was interest in his sharpening methods and that made Nox chuckle softly in response. Reaching toward his boot and pulling out the knife, he turned his head slightly afterward to show his left cheek, the curvature of it heavily scraped and revealing the beskar underneath the chipped paint. "I use myself." With practiced ease, the blade would be brought down and ride along his cheek a couple of times, the familiar sound of metal scraping against metal echoing slightly in their alley.

When he finished, he pulled the knife away from his helmet, revealing a slight scratch on his helmet but nothing else. The blade however would gleam as if it was reinvigorated before being put back in its sheathe. Once it was put away, Nox would glance up toward the sky before commenting, "The sun is about to fall. We should get moving."

 

[Darth Stolas]

Morgan collected the sabacc cards and watched Wolf's demonstration of Mandalorian knife sharpening with visible interest, head tilting slightly. It seemed a little excessive but certainly showed off just how durable Beskar could be. Aside from a new scratch in the paint the metal itself was completely fine. Both brows rose with approval.

"I prefer a whetstone to faces," he commented with clear amusement, "But your way is more fun." The cards were put back in their little box and slipped within his robes somewhere before standing up, a boot casually sliding his improvised seat off to the side. "Agreed."

Very casually he reached beneath the loose collar of his robe and pulled a bit of gray-black cloth up over his face, stopping above his nose, and smoothed his hair out with a swipe of slender fingers. In the dimming light his pupils slightly gleamed like a cat's as his gaze to the Mandalorian.

"Target's yours," he reaffirmed before peeking around the corner toward the building, keeping away from the corner wall so only one eye could be visible. Most had abandoned the area by now and the sun was quickly moving to sink below the horizon and layers of buildings. "Still no one outside."

Likely they were trying to make it seem an ordinary warehouse, abandoned or otherwise below notice. "So, roof. Can you climb a ladder in all that?" Morgan asked after getting back into the alley, a hand vaguely indicating a garbage-tier emergency exit ladder that lead to the roof.

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