Tycoons are Raccoons

[Darth Perilius]

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Lower Levels Nar Shadda, 2100.

Markov landed on a landing pad in his Aggressor Class Patrol Craft in a heavily surrounded area. Buildings of neon signs were enclosing the square space that he landed. Guards came out of the ship in order to secure the area as the Sith Crusader exited his ship with a bodyguard. The foul smell of the air of the underbelly of the sector hit immediately, and was even noticeable through his mask. A multitude of hobo-looking Zabraks fled the scene into the alleyways at the sight of the Sith Crusader. Gesturing to a guard that resembled more of a pilot, the person ran obediently back into the Patrol Craft and deployed it into the air, with it disappearing out of sight; Markov didn't want his ship to be dirtied by people, especially after he cleaned the look up.

Markov stood with his bodyguard a few yards from the Landing Pad, awaiting for his comrade. He was asked to join her on a mission by the IGBC in order to bring more profit to them. The intelligence he was given about the client was a wealthy Hutt named Uchuhl, known for exploiting the lower-class sector of the planet he centered his business upon. Apparently, he had pocketed the money from scammed loans and forcing them to pay the loan with far more money than they'd ever have, forcing them to become more reliant on Uchuhl, as well as becoming even more poverty-stricken.

The Sith looked into the sky and awaited for his comrade to land, ready to exploit the Hutt for their money, for the IGBC, for the Siths' benefit.

@Logan

 

[Aadya Drast]

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It had been quite some time since Aadya had taken a meaningful trip back to Nar Shaddaa. For the most part she liked to ignore its filthy, crime ridden streets and the memories it drug up from the recesses of her brain whenever she walked down them. As with most things, though, sometimes you couldn't avoid the things in life that you wanted to the most. Nar Shaddaa will forever be magnetic for Aadya, always pulling her back no matter how much distance she put between her and it.

Aadya had arrived on Nar Shaddaa early, making a point to stop by and see her mother for the first time in ages. There was a lot of things to update her on, from her boyfriend being murdered to her recent promotion to Crusader. Despite Aadya's protests her mom refused to move away from the Smuggler's Moon, despite Aadya being more than well off enough to put her up somewhere far nicer. This was her home, though, and the only one she'd known. Deep down Aadya understood, she guessed. Didn't agree at all, but at least understood.

The Murmur arrived at the landing pad just as Markov's ship was lifting off and heading back out. Aadya figured that Markov had one of his soldiers take the thing up so it didn't just sit around looking pretty and attracting the attention of the unwashed locals. Smart, but ultimately unnecessary as far as she was concerned. Growing up here, Aadya knew only the most stupid and desperate souls would attempt to steal or scrap out a ship surrounded by Imperial soldiers - even if the area was "controlled" by the Mandalorians.

Aadya exited her ship swiftly, noticing Markov and giving him a friendly wave. The last time she'd seen him was back on Cato Neimoidia, fighting in that god forsaken arena. "Evening, Markov." She said, approaching him and giving him a smile. "I was glad to hear from you after such a while, I figure you'd gone out there and died or something." She was joking, obviously, but when it came to Sith you never really knew. Especially with what had been going on in the galaxy recently. "Let's go find this Hutt. The quicker we get off this rock the better."

Aadya would let Markov lead the way. She wasn't particularly interested in being the "commanding officer" on this foray despite her recent promotion to Crusader. Sometimes it was just easier to be a follower, and Aadya was feeling mildly lazy today. She'd pull out a smoke and give it a light, ready to follow Markov where ever it was he would go.

@ByakuyaXVTogami

 

[Darth Perilius]

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Markov saw the Drast's ship land swiftly land on the pad he just ordered his ship off. Soon enough, Aadya soon arrived to him. Seeing the friendly wave, he waved back just as friendly. The two haven't seen each-other in a while, and there was many events throughout the galaxy and the order that had connections to them. "It's nice to see a familiar face especially being on personal advents for a while..." Markov said, giving off some positive energy, despite having a mask of a Sith Warrior donned upon his face. "Much has happened in the last month or so... Death, destruction, much. You became a Sith Crusader, and I have a master... but this talk is for another time... Let's get this IGBC satisfied and off this planet..." he said as he turned towards the wide alley in-front of them.

Taking the lead, the pair of Crusaders traversed the dark alley, with Markov keeping his saber on the holster of his armor in case a few foolish, yet unfortunate hobos would attempt to mug them. The atmosphere of this part of Nar Shaddaa could be simply described as foul and unpleasant. In the dim neon lights throughout the road, crowds of lower class individuals were either napping in rags or waiting for somebody to let them into their residence, but there was little hope for their attention. Soon enough, the Sith arrived at a more brightly lit building with a sign notating: "Uchuhl's Loans and Financial Aid". The door was unguarded, as Markov opened the door quickly and entered the more pleasant smelling, but still foul building.

The reception desk was empty, and a sign saying "Appointments go directly to the 4th floor", where the sign pointed at an elevator. The two took it upstairs to the fourth floor, where a large Hutt would be laying on a sofa behind a desk, a client inside one of the chairs in the room. The Hutt's eyes glanced at the two Sith Crusaders entering the room and the client was dismissed quickly to leave.

"Fa lova num jeejee gee wa kouciukoee neyekonka bai mah yanee...." Uchuhl said with a overconfident smirk, directing the two to sit down. "Wonkee cha jeejee beu joniu, hee, an setpika haku uba koutoze Beh banag doi mi..."

Markov glared at the Hutt before sitting in the right armchair, keeping his left hand on his saber in case the Hutt attempted to pull a fast one.

@Logan

 

[Aadya Drast]

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Deciding that the first step in establishing a dominant position was disobedience, Aadya continued to stand despite being offered a chair and her partner sitting himself. People wanted you to sit down because it removes leverage. Standing over someone while they were sitting was intimidating, and Aadya felt like now was the time where intimidation was more useful than compliance.

"Tee bmaleoi mala bai naa kaee koose sanog wa beesga, Uchuhl." Aadya didn't flaunt it much but she was actually extremely well versed in speaking Huttese. It kind of came with the territory of spending the first seventeen years of your life on Nar Shaddaa. Reaching into her pocket, she slid a nondescript thumb drive over to the fat slug with a shrug.

"Jeejee doth wata um baw wah IGBC, tee bu Beh. Jeejee doth wata bai woy moulee rah. Uba bacaka moulee rah, cha uba?" Aadya paused for a moment, her eyebrow arching in an accusatory manner. Goading a Hutt was usually the easiest way to get them to do something stupid, and this Hutt didn't even seem particularly bright in the first place. "Da nakiy gee doga mee chagaplea che ritke wa kouciukoee kanoh. Jee canta kuna kee bacaka haku uba neu."

Of course, unbeknownst to Uchuhl, the drive was essentially just a vector for a crypto locker virus. As soon as the slug plugged it in and it recieved power, it would start locking down his system folder by folder, file by file. There wouldn't really be anything he could do about it once it started. The slug would have to play ball even if he didn't want to. Aadya would wait patiently, not wanting to force the issue and make Uchuhl suspicious.

Hopefully he'd take the bait and this job would suddenly become incredibly easy.

@ByakuyaXVTogami