Ixtlar: Ripe for the picking [RaF]

[Tru]

Trubaria - With a black rycan leather clad knee pulled to her chest Trubaria stared ahead, mind blank, except for the thought of hunger skipping in and out of that void, reminding her they hadn't eaten in a while. Needing to dock for fuel and supplies, neither of which did she plan on paying for, which wasn't much of a problem for her. If it exsisted, nothing in the galaxy would stop her from getting what she desired. Glancing towards her shipmate Jase, her head followed the shift of her stare," Where to?" she was directing towards either the spaceport hovering above the planet Ixtlar, or docking on the planet itself. One way or another extreme caution was necessary, this was a core world, one that was heavily urbanized and where they could find just about anything they needed. Dark strands slipped over a shoulder as Tru watched Jase with her slate colored pools, tapping on the control panel, fingers dangerously close waiting to punch in the necessary commands when he decided.

Jase - His dark eyes shifted from the planet to the space station that loomed ahead of him and he sighed slightly, they had to stop for supplies and he was running low on credits. He didn't have enought to refuel the ship as well as reoutfit with the necessary supplies to make it back to the main ship. "I say the planet, more people more areas to blend into. More opportunities to gain credits to pay for the supplies we are going to need." His dark eyes glanced over at Tru and then back to his instruments. His stomach growled softly and he gritted his teeth with a look of anger flashing quickly across his features, so much for being a foward scout. This job sucked, at least they could have gave them more credits to complete outfit his ship, "Griever". Growling he waited for her to input the coordinates muttering something about bloody idiots.

Trubaria - Nimble fingers found the necessary coordinates, eagerly pushed in the keys her fingers rested above. Keen in the Force it told her the answer she needed to know a fraction of a second before Jase could speak, the obviousness of her premonition in the precision of where her fingers touched down. A smile of unadulterated wrong intent crossed her smooth pale skin as the thoughts of what possibilities this planet held, with hunger driving her she punched another button the ship now fully turned from the direction of the space station towards one of the secondary ports on the planet. Ignition pushed the frieghter "Griever" towards the holographically hazed planet, this deemed interesting to Tru and held her no good smile. The flash of steel colored orbs would meet Jase's as he looked away the grumble also caught her interest, driving an all too knowing chuckle from her throat. Hesitation in the ignition was just another unspoken way she understood their predicament. " We should go have a drink while down there, I wouldn't mind a few gulps of Lum to go with a full stomache.".

Jase - A small tinge of excitement flowed through his body as he imagined all the things that they could do on the planet. They were in need of some quick credits and they both possessed the abilities to "find" quick credits. Smirking some as she mentioned the drink he nodded. "Absolutely, but first thing is first, we need to find some credits. I don't have enought to refuel and reoutfit the ship right now." It didn't take long to find a small tucked away landing pad in the more urban area of the planet and put the freighter down there. "Alright let us go emancipate some credits." Smiling darkly he stood from his seat and stretched slightly. To long in space he decided as he grabbed his discblade and slid it into the harness on his back as as he moved to the ramp. "Be careful sweetheart, I don't wanna have to kill someone because you forgot how to fight while we were out in space." His dark eyes focused on her with his jeers and then it dissolved into a wicked smile. Hitting the button he snickered as the ramp of their ship lowered.

Trubaria - Climbing from the seat she hauled herself hastily out of the ship, more than happy to be on firm ground. Taking the chiding from her partner she slyly replied, " I'll be careful as long as you do, don't want you to trip over your own toes with space lag.", as Tru says this her boot would slide towards Jase's in hopes to trip him up as they descended the ramp. The low chuckle at the banter would outwardly hide the truth of their lethal nature, " So where do we intend to emancipate these credits from?". The area they'd landed was occupied enough, but by none that would have many credits to offer by apperance. In each of her boots was tucked a Tehk'la blade, a serrated dagger many of her kind regularly carried, they were the only protection she needed other than the Force, in which she'd become dangerously reliant upon. Hair spinning in onyx strands behind her with her long legged stride, she searched the area visually as she walked the confidence in her pace noticeable enough to make a trader she'd passed take a step back from her. The cool lucidity of her glare kept the man staring at her long after she looked away.

Jase - The same smirk crept to his lips as he listened to her words while they descended the ramp. "Trip over my own toes huh?" Chuckling as he had a feeling she was going to trip he quickly stepped over her booted foot and took a few steps ahead of her. Looking back at her he purposly stumbled just to make it seem they were just another humourous couple and to disguise who they really were. "Damn space lag." Chuckling he stood upright and waited for her to catch up as his eyes quickly scanned the area around their landing pad. When they were both clear of the landing pad he pushed a button on a remote that was attached to his Zeison Sha armor at the moment and closed the ship. "We'll have to head uptown my dear, there isn't anything around here as far as entertainment and excitment for us." Smirking as his eyes settled on people that were coming out of the woodwork to get a glance at the strangers who had landed so near to them.

Trubaria - Trubaria love nothing more than the push of her power on those beneath her, and to Tru, almost everyone was. Catching on to the role she played she slowed her stride to more match Jase adding a bit of a femanine sway to her usually stern way of walking. A devious grin played across her comely features as she strutted beside him on their way to bigger and better parts of this civilization, the thought of food still heavily panging in her stomache and with the sudden "chaos to come" on her mind she couldn't stifle the excited girl-like giggle that slipped past her lips. Eyes the color of steel soaked in the people that started to congregate more outside in the streets, the ending of the usual hustle and bustle of the day, dusk was soon approaching. Perfect for their intentions the darkness would make the tasks that lie ahead easier, not to mention it would offer a slick way to disappear in a moments notice.

Jase - His expression remained for the most part blank as he walked through the people and towards the richer sections of the planet. First thing was first, they had to get something to eat they would move better and think better with something in their stomaches. Nothing to fancy just a place that they could sit, get something to eat and drink and formulate some plan. His eyes drifted back to the giggling form of his partner Trubaria. Shaking his head he just stepped into the open door of a bar/resturant that looked nice enough to eat in and not to riddled with people who would overhear what they would be discussing. Dropping down into a seat by an empty table he looked over at Tru and grinned. "Lets get something to eat and drink." Knowing that she was just as hungry as him he waited for somebody to bring them a menu or something.

Trubaria - Walking along with Jase , they came upon a resturaunt, obviously he was as hungry as she was. Sitting down to a quiet meal wasn't something Tru was often priviledged to and decided to make the best of it, her entire demeanor mellowing down to melt as another face in the crowd as they entered the eatery. Scanning the occupants of the place with a cool calculative sweep as to not look so presumptuous as new comers. That's all they needed was some local wise ass starting trouble to get them noticed before doing what they came here for, Jase and herself intended enough trouble on their own. Settling down opposite him, Tru's gaze roamed over Jase's stoic expression, a small smile pulled over her own previously emotionless features to match his grin. " I don't know what they serve here," she whispered over the planktop table before the waitress reached them," but if it has tentacles, I'm not eating it." Tru finished with a purposely dramatic finnicky tone. The waitress,sliding two menus to them met the two with a smile, asking them how their evening was and that she'd return in few moments for them to order. Eyeing up the woman's rear as she walked away Tru nodded in that direction, another hushed whisper crossed the table, "Wouldn't want to be seen by a Hutt with a rear like that.". At times she could be shockingly blunt, and without morality, with a sharp tongue that often brought her trouble on it's own.

[Jase]

And like that she was calm. It never ceased to amaze him how she could go from giggling, laughing and slightly insane to dead calm in the drop of a hat. His eyes roamed the resturant seeing if there any easy marks that they could pick of a later time. Nothing really jumped out to his eyes and so he let them drift back over in Trubaria's direction as she started rambling about food with tentecles in her normal fashion. Looking up at the waitress he slipped a fake smile onto his lips and acted nice and polite.

"Good evening to you as well, we are doing great. Thank you." Dropping his attention back to the menu he looked back up and just shook his head at the Tru comment about the woman's posterior. "Perhaps but..." He leaned over the table slightly and looked down at Tru's own rear as best as he could. "I do not think you have much room to talk." The trademark smirk worked its way onto his face as he leaned back in his seat and dropped the menu back down onto the table.

[Tru]

A quizzically humorous expression would dominate Tru's features, as Jase turned her comment of the waitress onto her own frame. A low chuckle to avoid attracting the other patrons attentions, emitted from behind her full lips, before she'd lean across the table to whisper," Yes, but a Hutt would know better than to tempt the fate of one such as I.". The sinister smile that followed was accompanied by a pat to one of her boots, the serrated blade tapped against Tru's ankle, the semi cool metal a pleasant reminder of it's presence.

Seriousness now restole upon her face as she spoke under her breath still leaning slightly forwards, her eyes shifted in their sockets to allow a peripheral scan of the area. She'd made notice, while they spoke, of Jase's own visual perception of the diner, " So anything look of interest to you yet?", Trubaria knew he'd understand what she meant, the attempt to keep their unsavory nature at bay at least for the moment. Tru herself had see a few pocket-padded types on her way in, that is if they were going to lower themselves to common cut-purses, which she didn't mind one bit, dignity was never very high in Tru's affairs, survival was.

[Jase]

Jase tapped his gloved fingers on the table as he looked at Tru, the smirk still remaining on his face. Leaning across the table he chuckled, "Ah yes, as should any man who possess any intelligence." He leaned back and shrugged his shoulders some. "There is some interest, but I simply chose this place because I was told it had good food, I didn't eat here last time I was on Ixtlar. I was thinking more along the lines of financed eliminations. I'm waiting for some information to be sent to my datapad and then we'll go from there."

Grinning as he waitress returned he looked up and ordered the special then handed her the menu. The last time he was on Ixtlar he had been paid to eliminate a few informants for a minor crime boss trying to come up in the world. Now that the same crime boss had moved up the ranks he had a feeling that he would still need a reliable "slayer" as they were called in the Core Worlds for a short period of time.

[Tru]

Tru's eyes unwavering from Jase as he spoke, she knew it was best to have whatever he was going to have, saying so to the waitress," Whatever he's having. And do you have anything, of the mind altering type to drink?". A brief list of beverages was ticked off the fingertips of the waitress as she attempted to remember ones she knew, offering a comment on a few she herself had tried. Nodding and ordering the one she wanted Tru turned her full attention onto Jase once more. " I just wanna go out, enjoy this night and the possibilities of the chaos we will reign on these unsuspecting inhabitants." Tru's expressions accentuating her intentions as she spoke.

If she hadn't been born into the life she was, Tru might have been able to pass as a down right decent person. Now in the position she was , Tru rather enjoyed this path of the less savory, and more sinister that she was on, like a rush of adrenaline it managed to spring her to an excited frame of mind when it crossed her thoughts. Sitting in this quaint diner, surrounded by possible victims to be, Trubaria held her puerile expression, nibbling on her lower lip to help relief the anticipation that coursed through her.

[† MeL †]

Posting for CJ cuz the board still won't let him sign on.


His eyes moved from Tru to the waitress as she ordered and then back down to the datapad that was sitting on the top of the table. It wasn't like he was in a hurry, but he would like to know just how much work he had ahead of him. A small chuckle slipped past his lips as Tru ordered a "mind-altering" beverage. The datapad finally beeped as the waitress moved away and he picked it up and started reading through the information that had been sent to him. 3 targets that worked together and used to work for the Black Sun criminal syndicate. Seems they had the idea that they were going to turn informant. So this is how far is friend had risen? Now he was working for the Black Sun? It was doubtful that he was a Vigo yet, but even if he wasn't work for the Black Sun always payed well and there was always more of it. Reading through the rest of the information he smirked and then slid the datapad back into one of the pouches on his armor. "3 of them, 2 humans and a Twi'lek and are currently under observation all we have to do is... change their minds so to speak." As his eyes focused on Tru he watched her bite her lip and just shook his head in amusement "If you wish to quench some of that lust you have then by all means you can with one of these present as soon as we leave." The smirk returned to his lips as he leaned back in his chair once again and waited for the waitress to bring their order.

[Tru]

Grinding her teeth in anticipation Tru peered over the table at the datapad, her hearing picking up the faint beep over the casual chatter floating in the air. Shifting her gaze from the datapad, not able to read anything, to Jase's face to interpret an expression to cure her curiousity. Eye brightened more because the waitress returned with their drinks and mentioned their meal would be ready soon, than the fact the datapad finally replied. Thinking to herself Tru cursed her body's needs. Taking a heavy draw from her drink, the taste of Lum now thick on her tongue she exhaled after finishing half of the glass in a few gulps. Trubaria's anticipation expended through her leg a steady bounce of her knee alternated with a tap of her foot, like a spring wound up she gave a nervous type of smile betraying her uneasy mind at the thought of the three they had to "persuade". "Change their minds huh? and if they resist we can change their anatomy too right?" Tru was always violence first questions last, her merciless nature made her perfect for what she did, sometimes too perfect for those around her, and often got herself neck-deep into situations not healthy for her or her partner. Settling herself with the ideas of food Trubaria tried to innerly calm her excitement more for Jase's benefit than her own. The drink would soon kick in and offer a touch of mellow to her chaotic nature.

[Jase]

Jase looked up as the waitress came back around with a steaming Kommerken steak and a side of ootoowergs for each of them. As she set the plates down in front them Jase took a drink of the glass of water he had and then dug hungrily into the food, wasting no time. Looking back over at Tru he grinned slighty as he swallowed a mouthful. "We don't have to change their minds my dear, simply make sure that they don't speak to anyone else about the touchy subject." Basically all they had to do was make sure that they were dead, it didn't matter how it looked as long as they were dead. As he ate he quickly went over plans in his head about how they would take the targets out. They were in the lower part of the city holed up in some run down little apartment complex and it wouldn't take long to get down there and do the deed. Jase liked jobs where the targets were already found and he just had to go in and take them out, quick and quiet like.