Escort Duty (open)

[Adia Issoris]

Adia was free of her contract to Moff Vahlshalynn. She had submitted her resignation, and was free of any duty as of yesterday.

For the first time in five years, the short assassin was a freelancer. While Aliya sorted her contacts in an attempt to find a sane contract, Adia looked for immediate work for herself. Sitting on your hands wasn't a way to earn money or hone skills. So, she had worked her own contacts a little, who only had short term jobs, mostly some sort of escort duty.

She mulled through the sixty page list of job descriptions in a small, quiet Corscant cafe. Adia loathed the concrete jungle, and was therefore looking for something to take her away from it. So why was she here? Because the sheer volume of sentients traffic made the Republic's capital ideal to loose pursuit. Besides, Aliya would find her when something turned up.

Adia sighed, and took another sip of the small glass of tea. Most of it was for officals or corporates with an overblown sense of importance. ENT30: Targer Harn, President of Yanifex...no... ENT31: Purarsis Collection.

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REQUESTED: EXPERINCED BODYGUARD FOR HELP DURING MOVEMENT OF VALUABLE ART COLLECTION. ARTICLES ARE VALUED AT 52.3MIL NR CRED... The description continued, listing details about the art, and too much about Kari Purarsis, the artist....MANY ITEMS FEATURE RARE CRYSTALS...

Adia took another sip or her tea. This looked interesting.

[Methuen]

-Methuen walked strait into the joint, the burly looking types escorting him waited at the door.

He didn't even look around, he walked stait over to her table and sat down opposite her.
With a slight smile he just sat there a momment before speaking.
His accent refined, his words just slid out smoothly.-

"I take it this seat is not already occupied."

-He said, almost tongue in cheek.-

[Adia Issoris]

"Just by the boogeyman and the dead ghost of unfortunate lovers."

Adia didn't bother looking up from the text, and took another sip of the tea. In fact, she was pointedly ignoring him. He smelled aristocrat. Part of it was his overbearing air, and part was his expensive, overbearing perfume. After five years of serving a Moff, she'd had enough of those. In the case of the Moff, he just relied on his air and not his scent.

He didn't go away.

"What do you want?" Adia was aware that she was phsyically attractive, if a bit muscular for most male tastes. Her green eyes continued to read through possible other asignments.

[Methuen]

-An insect flew across the table, Methuen nailed it to the table, whilst in flight, with a knife from the table.
He lifted the knife up to eye level, his eyes fixed on the dead bug on the end as he rotated the blade back and forth.-

"I am looking for someone....special.
Someone who is capable of holding there own."

-His eyes did not break from the blade until the last few words.-

[Lord Vali]

Across the room, sat a man reading a newspaper of his own. He was overweight, and seemed to shuffle uncomfortably in his seat as he turned through the pages. Ever so often, he would twitch and grit his teeth. Sometimes, he would even let out a slight groan. He'd been in the cafe for a few hours, before the short, fit woman had walked in with a newspaper of her own. She seemed to be a teenage girl looking for a job. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Since he'd been there, he'd been quiet, until a man walked in, obviously someone with high opinion of themselves, as he had bodyguards waiting for him outside the door. The overweight man behind the newspaper had let out a groan when the 'aristocrat' walked in, and he seemed to be more uncomfortable when the man sat down with the woman.

The overweight man continued shuffling around uncomfortably, ever so often, he would lower his newspaper and scan then room through his extremely thick eyeglasses, then go back to reading and groaning...

[Adia Issoris]

She ignored the showy display of knifework. It was something that would only come about from too much idle time at a desk.

Originally posted by Methuen
"I am looking for someone....special.
Someone who is capable of holding there own." She looked up at Methuen briefly. "I'm probably not what you want." Adia brushed a loose strand of hair back behind her pointed ear while she went back to the pad and sipped her tea.

Unless he had something very interesting to propose soon, she would leave.

[Methuen]

"That's to bad."

-He said as he stood up and walked to the door.
He glanced over his shoulder, strait at her; mommenterily his eyes completeley went a blue-white.-

"I thought you might of been...different"

-His eyes returned to hazel as he left through the doors.-

[Lord Vali]

"Ahhh...Gah....No..."

The overweight man nearly fell out of his seat. He'd gotten louder, and had managed to bump his table a few times, causing the legs of the table to bump and slide forward, making a terrible noise. As the uppity looking man was walking out the doors, the over weight man dropped his newspaper..

"PHONY!"

In an isntant, both hands covered his mouth, and his eyes went wide, an effect that was multiplied by his thick eyeglasses. It was almost cartoonish...

[Adia Issoris]

Adia sat back as Methuen left, watching his eyes do... whatever that was. Not that she had room to talk about eyes doing "strange" things.

"Good riddence."

"PHONY!" A faux sneeze from the old man caught her attention. Interesting. She got up and wandered over to the odd fellow's table.

"A phony?" she asked with a slight smile.

[Lord Vali]

The overwieght man's posture straightened a bit.

"Yes, phony, false, fake. He walks as if he has nothing to fear, and acts the part, but has to have bodyguards follow him around."

He folded up his newspaper and laid it on the table.

"I wish he would have sat at my table, I woulda beat him over the head with his own arm!"

As the man raised his voice, he coughed, as if he had allowed his voice to become louder than his throat could handle.

[Adia Issoris]

"He looked like another aristocrat with an overinflated sense of importance." Adia's smile thinned slightly, but it did not waver otherwise.

"You must have some trick up your sleves." He looked too fat to manage anything more than a waddle. Appearances were deceptive, though. "How would you manage that?"

[Silus Xilarian]

arg, delete me

[Lord Vali]

'Easily!" The man exclaimed.

"People like him arent built well. Unlike me, im nothing but muscle."

He rolled up his sleeve a little, to reveal absolutely no definition to his arms what-so-ever.

"The only trick up my sleeve are these twenty one inch pythons!"

[Adia Issoris]

Adia stifled a laugh.

"I see. I have a job to interview for. You guard yourself against the arrogant and foolish." She left some credits for the tea and service, grabbed her pad, and headed out the door.

[Zango Jett]

::Jinzo walked into the warehouse where the address said he was. He saw several large crates being loaded onto a hovertruck, with several small speeders sitting alongside it. He walked to the artist, who turned as he approached. The artist looked him over, starting at the bald head with infra-red goggles, breath mask, long neck, arms with several gaunltents on them, cloak, with hump in back, and legs.::

Artist: "You must be here for the escort job. I am willing to pay you 500 credits for the job. You will fly one of the speeders over there."

Jinzo: (Mechanical voice): "I will do as I wish. The job is accepted."

Artist: "Very good. Now I need only two more people."

[Adia Issoris]

OOC: Your facts are terribly off base. Generally speaking, its a good idea to contact the thread author before posting. First, for this sort of job, you don't hire 500 credit guards. You hire 10,000 credit guards. Speeder bike/swoop escorts are conspicoius. You go with low profile, fast, tough speeders, the SW equivilent of a Mercedes Benz E500. Next, the artist is dead. With the collection valued at 52.3 Million credits, you don't get that without being dead a long time. Extremely wealthy private collectors don't screw around with this sort of transaction. Finally, you wouldn't be permitted near the goods until they were actually going to be moved. You would be screened and hired at an office of some sort, and then taken somewhere else before given more information.

Unless you can think more realisitcally, please don't post.

IC:
Coruscant: Kopp District, Bussiness District, Wuk Tower.

Adia stepped out of her rented speeder, a midsized coupe that was a bit heavy for her tastes. The dark grey machine was one of the safer models you could rent. Everything was a compromise.

The Assassin handed the valet the keys, noting he was both armed and trained. Wuk housed some of the Galaxy's bussiness elite--for a high price. Adia wasn't armed heavily. Merely a holdout blaster, some vibroknives sheathed at her wrists, and her long vibrodagger. Her dark indigo cloak pulled in the wind as she walked to the building. The hood was down, and the sun shone off of her red hair.

She was greeted immediately at the door by a well armed and armoured pair of zebraks.
"Your bussiness."
"I'm here to discuss the Purarsis Collection. I'm a gemsmith." The instructions on what to say had been very specific.

"Floor One Seventy Five." Adia nodded politely, and marched to the lifts. Only one option was given. Security was impressive, but not impossible to negate. Still, she was glad that wasn't part of the evening's agenda. With a gentle hum, it whisked her up to floor 175.

[Rigel Bismarck]

"Here to discuss the Purarsis Collection. I'm a gemsmith."

The Zabrak guard rewarded the mumbling with an unhealthy glare. "What?"

Grimo Yevest grunted. "I'm here to discuss the Purarsis Collection. I'm a gemsmith," he said, more clearly this go-round.

The glares eased. "Floor One-Seventy-Five."

Grimo nodded and proceeded to the turbolifts. The lift was in use, so the burly man waited for it to return. When it did, he stepped inside, smiled at the single available floor choice, and pressed the button.

He was a pilot commanded by one Rigel Bismarck of Balmorran Navy fame and provided with a forged mercenary record by the same man. Unlike anyone else who might have come to protect the cargo, Grimo was there to help his superior steal it.

At the moment, he was armed with a holdout blaster stashed in his boot, a pair of shock knuckles inside the pocket of his flight vest, a jagged combat knife, and five years of combat training in the Imperial Army.

Hopefully he wouldn't be having to use any of that until later, when they were in transit.

The 'lift doors opened and Grimo stepped into an austere waiting room with chairs along the walls. A quick glance told him there were two other people in those chairs: a wiry and catlike male Togorian and a female human, both presumably there for the same job.

Grimo proceeded to a window (blasterproofed, he'd bet) and spoke into the microphone set in the glass. "Adel Forsyte."

The secretary nodded. "Please have a seat. You'll be called shortly."

Grimo acknowledged her with a grunt. He took a seat by himself and stared at the wall, counting seconds.