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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 13, 2005 5:00:56 GMT
"Well I'd hire your other 'services', but I need some people killed... dead OR alive. Wait... forget that. But I do need some people taken care of, if youre interested. Rather, some aliens, on a certain Smuggler's Moon..."
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Post by Shara on Nov 13, 2005 5:05:31 GMT
"Intriguing. You have my interest."
Death was something she could do quite well. She didn't much care for the prospect of going back to the good old 'Smuggler's Moon' but a job was a job...
"What's the pay? And do you have a prefference on the dead or alive thing? I'd just as soon slice and dice 'em."
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 13, 2005 5:08:53 GMT
"Dead works, really. Pay is good, and whatever you want you may find I can rustle up... Papers? Credits? Weapons? Whatever you need...."
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Post by Shara on Nov 13, 2005 5:11:18 GMT
'Good' didn't quite satisfy her, but it worked. Especially if he was willing to provide supplies.
"Alright, lets talk details. Who and why?"
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 13, 2005 5:18:26 GMT
"This guy's got too many informants. I'd rather not risk it here, in one of Coruscant's biggest cantinas..."
*I pull a datapad from my belt, and type something down on it. Written are the words:
'Dead - Any and all Hutts on Nar Shaddaa.
Reason - The Mandalorians are taking over.'
My look is dead serious, a look of hardness and devotion towards her goal.*
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Post by Shara on Nov 13, 2005 5:22:16 GMT
Hutts and Mandalorians. An odd combination to be sure. But she had no problems with killing hutts... far from it.
"I do not entirely understand, but I'll do what I can. In return for a handsome fee, of course. If you have no particulars then I suppose I'll just... make a trip of it. I'll have plenty of victims to choose from."
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 13, 2005 5:25:44 GMT
*I throw Mau a transmitter, in connection to one I myself own.*
"Ill contact you. Get yourself ready on on towards Nar Shaddaa as soon as possible, start scouting. You can keep what you find. Also, you will be paid depending on how many Hutts you kill. Kill none, I'm not paying you anything. Kill fifty, you won't need to hunt anyone for the rest of your life again...."
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Post by Shara on Nov 13, 2005 5:30:11 GMT
Mau caught the transmitter and slipped it into her belt, nodding to herself as much as to him.
"Got it. I'll leave as soon as possibe." she took a sip of her previousy forgotten drink, nodding once more.
"I won't disapoint you, that I can garuntee."
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 13, 2005 5:31:41 GMT
"Oh, I'm not worried about that..."
*I give her a grin. And to think, this conversation started with a comment about her boobs. I lean back again in my chair at a dangerous angle...*
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Post by Shara on Nov 13, 2005 5:35:33 GMT
"Good."
She eyed him, lips twitching in a smirk. "Watch it, you might fall again."
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 13, 2005 22:54:40 GMT
*He sits back up, realizing that he's had way to much to drink to pull off that stunt again...and just sits then realizing he sould probably ask for his qualifications...*
"Uhh...so what are your main areas of expertise?"
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Post by Shara on Nov 13, 2005 23:03:54 GMT
Mau looked away from him, fingers idly toying with her glass.
"I pilot and I kill things. Need I get more specific?"
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 13, 2005 23:06:20 GMT
"Well...um, kinda..."
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Post by Shara on Nov 13, 2005 23:17:58 GMT
"I have the skill required to get to the damned planet and once I get there I'll be able to kill your targets in exotic and artful ways. Thats all you need to know."
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Post by Darius Lenoth/Infared on Nov 13, 2005 23:20:48 GMT
"Thanks for the most disgusting thought in my mind..."
*The image of her with a hutt kept popping up, it was horrible...and even as he tried to think of soemthing else...he couldnt! So, he downed another drunk, and then another...but it just wouldnt go away...*
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