Shumavar Snatch

[Miz]

Day 1

Lionidas lands on Shumavar on a shuttle provided to him by the Dead Drop Pact, touching down on a starport and tourist trap. He liked it because one or more of the rooms provided a clear line of site to the Prince's apartment. He made a few rounds around the city to gauge which room had the best vantage point and reasonable price. Security on this world was a joke to say the least. One would think after being threatened by pirates they would beef up the security a bit. But alas he was able to sneak his guns through starport security with little to no difficulty. He wore a simple tourist getup with sunglasses to match. He looked like any other sucker with loads of disposable income and a break from work.

The towering skyscapers, bustling tourists and and whizzing speeders did not faze the slaver not one bit. He checked in with the woman on front counter making extra sure there where no cameras. He put his name down as Zach Biff before paying for his room on the 64th floor. Once he was set to go, he crumpled up a piece of paper and threw it into the trash bin around the corner next to the cafeteria where most guests ate so it wouldn't be weird for a guest to stop by this particular point, but just out of the way so no one would notice someone digging through the trash. That was meant for his Dead Drop friend who would be arriving soon. It had instructions on when they left their apartments and to never meet face to face.

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[Richie B.]

Durak had dressed up like a business man, suit, dress shirt, and pants, which truly didn't fit well with the brute's usually appearance, full of scars and a bulky body. Wondering around he was going to work with a man named Lionidas, though he was going to see if the man recognize who he was, if Lionidas didn't know who Durak was he would just lie about his name. The city was full of skyscapers which made the pirate wish for power, in a strange way the high building made him feel like he needed to reach out and take more, something Durak was sure many would find strange. Well considering that he is corrupted by the dark side, the ex Sith isn't surprised, wondering about with his old double bladed lightsaber and pistol, he explored the city for escape routes to see which will be best for the dual.

Once it was time Durak went into the hotel and into the cafeteria, where the spot was, looking through the smelly trash the pirate got the paper, though a young man was walking by, Durak gave the man a glare, which did the job of scaring the man away. Reading the instructions the pirate smiled glad to see most likely this man was a professional and that was something he liked.

Durak followed the instructions and got into his apartment, on the 66th floor, a small room that didn't have much in the way of comfort. The ex Sith will spend what free time he had looking through messages that he got from leading the wandering marauders. Sitting crossed leg on the bed and eat some food that he got from the cafeteria, he waited for the time that the paper said to continue the operation.

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[Miz]

Day 2

Lionidas watched the prince walk into his apartment though his binoculars. He opened his duffle bag to reveal several guns and explosives. He set up a sniper rifle so that its barrel sat just before the window, the bipod keeping it up from falling down, the pirate aimed downed the sites to see the prince unwind from a hard days work. There he observed the man's daily rituals. Take a shower right after getting home, work on his studies, play some video games before hitting the bricks. Lionidas loaded a sleeping dart into the top of the magazine before stuffing it back into his duffle bag and pushing it under his bed.

Today he left instructions to try to infiltrate the prince's apartment. Observe his actions outside of his bedroom and all the people he interacts with before relaxing. As he scribbled the purple paper with instructions he walked towards the cafeteria, crumbling the paper in his hand before tossing it in the trash can before taking his breakfast and going back up into his apartment.

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[Richie B.]

(OOC: Hopefully this is fine, if any edits are needed just pm me.)

Durak was bored but he knew how the game was played he needed to be patient even if it bothered the poodoo out of him, the old pirate had kept to himself asking around talking to the locals, trying to figure out a good exit strategy. It seemed that the city was a tourist trap, with large skyscrapers which would really help if he kept low to the ground where the traffic was more congested, seeing it as the best opportunity to run away from any one that either tries to stop him or shot him down. Though having to rent a speeder the man was sure mission will be useful considering that it needed to be a quick snatch and grab, the prince most likely wasn't going to be a easy target, being royalty and all. Heading into the cafeteria the pirate searched the trash once again, and found the purple paper, which gave instructions to the next task of the operations was supposedly to try and infiltrates and Princes apartment, and than follow him to see how he associates with.

The pirate decided that he was going to need to beat a few heads in after this mission is done, to help him with his violent tendency, his right hand shaking as the darkness with him. The very thing that allows him to use the awesome power of the force causes him to need to feed on his dark tendency, or feel like a spice addict and deal with withdraw something that the old pirate will do anything to avoid.

"This better turn violent real quick." Was all the pirate could say as he crushed the paper once again, thrown in the trash to be forgotten, Durak will grab the rented speeder and drive to the princes apartment, the trip was good to see what would be good for later.

This operation needed to work and keep things quiet, they didn't want to attract the attention of players like Accord, or the idiots at ADI, now if only he could sneak around them and blow them up that would be lovely. Yet sadly they can only do things one step at a time, when the DDP finally grows till become the criminal powerhouse than would they be safe to wipe out their enemies as they please.

He had driven around the hotel, learning about all the entrances an all the entrances that could be made through force, after a while of driving, he decided to walk in and see around the building, though he had to go through a little bit of security. He manage to sneak in his lightsaber really that was all he needed taking a moment to get onto the floor below the princes, using what little force techniques he remembers, as soon as the elevator opened any that were in front of it would only see a empty elevator, the old pirate was taxing himself trying to cloak himself with the force but it was something he was able to do. Creating a blanket over himself so that no one could see him, though this did not shield him though scanners or other force sensitive's, walking and getting to follow the prince was difficult enough considering the young man was under surveillance almost the entire time.

Durak kept a mental note of everyone that interacted with the prince the number of guards station around the apartment, then when he left, he took note of the advisors and what they seemed to talk about. The young girl that seemed to have captured the young princes heart, the people he had to work with for projects and learning how to one day governor the planet, truly Durak felt so much like a stocker it almost made him feel bad. Really, Durak almost felt bad but in truth when you have drank in the dark side long enough it doesn't matter really what you do, only the rush of the thought of doing something EVIL, though cliché but its not something he can control.

After a few hours of stocking he let the kid go, as the end of the day arrived, so Durak went off sweating his body shivering cold, as his body was blanketed by the dark side, usually it was either cold or hate. This time it was cold for not really using any anger or compassion. He got to his room and grabbed a small paper and dropped it into the trash listing everything he learned hopefully this will give his partner some helpful information, he than slept very peacefully though a few nightmares they didn't really bothered him.

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[Black Noise]

Day one
"Sssecurity, we're here for your sssandwiches."

When people were threatened, typically they did things. They went into hiding, they reported it to local authorities, or in the case of the Prince, they hired bounty hunters. Randy-Rando the Trando Mando was one such bounty hunter, and among hunters he was one of the best in the galaxy. What he was not, however, was a good security guard.

"Oooo, that one isss pretty, I'll take it."

Coughing, a middle aged Rodian pulled a rusty jet pack off of the shelf. Practically slamming it onto the counter, he wheezed out.

"Yeah that'll be 30,000."

"Bantha poodoo, 5,000 and no more."

"Look man I'm trying to run a business here."

"5,000."

"20,000 and that's as low as I go."

"Then out the door I go.

"Wait wait, alright you've twisted my arm. 15,000 and I'll throw in, er- this!"

Snatching up a half eaten grilled cheese sandwich, the Rodian offered it up in desperation. Randy grinned, a sinister, monstrous grin that only the repitian Trandoshans could manage, and replied.

"You have a deal."

As credits exchanged hands and sandwiches were eaten, the Trandoshan's comlink sputtered. A stern, feminine voice commanded his attention.

"Randy, apartment, now."

Tapping the speaker with a single clawed finger, the lizard replied.

"Yesss ma'am."

Checking his gear along with his new jetpack, Randy signed and headed back to the apartment. He missed his thermal detonators, as they were the only pieces of his gear that he niglected to bring on his mission. However, the jet pack now strapped to his back eased some of that thermal detonator separation anxiety. They had a prince to protect.

Day 2
"I'm not really a fan of ssscalesss.

Yeah, Randy knew he was supposed to be protecting the prince, but the girl the prince was courting was so cute! Following her around and flirting all day long, Randy spent the majority of his second day completely away from the Prince's side. Where was the Prince, Randy did not know and he did not care.

Rubbing the woman's shoulders, careful not to scratch her as he did so, Randy regaled to her one of his many stories.

"Ssso, there I wasss, lassst minute of the third round and I ssstill hadn't knocked thisss guy out. He couldn't get passst my flurry of fisssts to land a hit on me, but he ssseemed to be made of rubber from how he ssshrugged off my ssshock glovesss."

A face of incredulity mixed with pleasure from the massage drifted over the woman's face as she inquisitively inquired.

"Oh! How interesting! What did you do?"

"Well, I wasss lucky enough that night to be bessst budsss with the referee. Ssso he let me get away with taking off my ssshock glovesss. They hurt for sssure, but their impact isss lessssened to let the ssshock do mossst of the work. Ssso I took mine off and ssstarted beating down the guy. Turnsss out, he wasss a changeling with rubber ssskin. Cheater! Traitor! But I taught him a lesssson in fairnessss, don't worry."

Laughing, the woman pulled away from the massage and walked around the chair towards Randy.

"Oh Randy, you're soooo funny. I like funny guys."

Slowly, seductively, the woman draped her arms over Randy's shoulders. Gripping his shoulders, she slowly pulled him down and closer to her gentle lips. Closer, closer, right before they engaged in a sweet embrace, Randy's comlink could be heard.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Randy practically screamed as he fell out of the chair he had been previously sleeping in. His alarmed blared beside him, and the girl was nowhere to be found. Slamming his fist into the ground, he cursed.

"KRIFF, my dreamsss never lassst long enough."

Standing, Randy brushed himself off and prepared for the next day. Checking his watch, he noticed the exceedingly early time and grinned. Time for a new day, day three.

And grilled cheese.

 

[Kiro]

While Randy was making friends with the Prince's little female friend and stalking the Prince (while also consuming his body weight in grilled cheese sandwiches), Zae was doing more actual work. The first thing she'd done after they'd arrived and taken over the Prince's security (which was a rare thing for the Guild to do, they preferred to hunt, rather than lie in ambush) was to block off access to the floor the Prince lived on, and the two floors above it. Then, in secret at dead of night, they'd moved the prince one floor up, and to an entirely different room. A process Zae insisted on every night. The Prince never slept in the same room twice, and always with a contingency of heavily armed guards. She'd been on the opposite end of these jobs, so she knew exactly how to defend against it.

In the room the Prince had originally rented, the one he had publicly stated to reside in, the room any potential assassins would be targeting, was the one where Zae and Randy spent most of their time. Into the floor, they'd placed small shaped charges that would detonate down, leaving most of the floor intact, but would send lethal shrapnel down onto anyone that would try to gain access to the room from below. The most likely attack route. The room's central ceiling light had been removed, replaced with a small automated repeater, that would target anyone that tried to enter through the window.

It also hadn't taken much charm, nor convincing, to make the Hotel Director give her unrestricted access to the hotel's security system. She spent hours every day going over the security footage of both the internal and external cameras, looking for anyone that stood out. Thankfully, Force tricks didn't work after the fact, and even less upon scanners and security cameras. So it didn't take long to spot the fellow that stalked the hotel. And after getting a good look at him, it took even less time to compare his looks to the Guild's Data Vault, and confirm him to be an individual known as "The Beast" that was on the Guild's Most Wanted list.

"Randy," Zae murmured into the communicator speaker that rested right before her lips, connected to a single ear-bud in her fuzzy and pointy ear, even if he was only in the next room. "Looks like we're in for a solid payday. How does 350,000 Credits split 50/50 sound?" She queried on their encrypted channel as she polished her Sunspear, making sure it was gleaming while also making sure it was charged and ready as she kept her eyes on the computer monitor, watching the readouts of the scanners and cameras.

 

[Miz]

Day 3

Early as always Lionidas picked up the note and replaced it with his own.

The paper read: The Prince comes home at 8:00 PM. Today see if you can pose as one of the security as I get a better vantage point. I'll be on the 52nd floor. Identify yourself by looking out of any window facing this hotel and nodding. DO NOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT THIS HOTEL. Once done go back to your hotel and prepare for the final strike.

Eating breakfast as normal, Lionidas returned to his room and packed his belongings. Afterwards he returned back to the first floor and complained to the woman at the front desk. "Hello, Ma'am can I see your manager? There seems to be a strange smell in my room and wish to be relocated." The concerned woman quickly made the proper reparations "That won't be necessary - here we'll comp you any room you want and tonights visit will be free!" she responded as she slid him a datasheet of the occupied rooms. "Oh." Lionidas responded pretending to be surprised. He'd still leave a bad review when he left but found pleasure in how easy it was to manipulate the young hostess. "Hmm I'll take the 52nd floor is that okay?" Lionidas stated furrying his brow pretending to be compassionate "Oh don't worry about a thing. I'll change it and have someone look into this matter." "Thank you." Lionidas muttered before quickly walking off with his new room key.

There he entered his new room and took out his binoculars and peered into the window. Boom. Today he would monitor his pirate friend to see if there's any extra personal on patrol that weren't listed on his notes.

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