The three met up as planned shortly thereafter, and Falka confirmed for them what they'd already expected. Jama the Hutt had backed off his direct hostility for the Black Phoenix since they'd bombarded his base, but there were still the whispers and hints that you'd expect from a rival who had more than a passing interest in your business. In a normal business, it would not be much cause for concern. In the smuggling business though, and especially when dealing with Hutts, if it was so simple as merely keeping an eye on the competition, it wouldn't stay that way for long.
It took more effort for a scorned Hutt like Jama to hide their intentions of direct violence and general thuggery than it did to actually destroy an enemy using such blatant attacks. It was convenient that things had been peaceful so far since their last visit, but assuming such a volatile situation would stay calm was not a mistake they'd make. Remaining prepared for any eventuality and keeping a closer eye on the Hutt was the only option.
The Sith brothers thanked Falka for the briefing and kept to themselves until it was time to set on their way to Anchorhead to implement the last complicated part of their intricate plan. Trychon hadn't specified where the mercenary Kolant was to meet them, but there was only a certain number of places that meetings like this happened, and they'd only need to take their speeder by a couple of them to find him. Zabraks were rare enough in this part of the galaxy, and they also had a rather unique Force affinity.
Once they were on their way, Raezyr didn't need their unique Force-bond to tell his brother was pre-occupied. It was obvious enough to him, and he'd already known he likely would be as well as the reason why.
"How'd things go with the droid?" He asked as though it was a simple conversation starter.
"She's NOT a Dro..." Trychon blurted out before stopping himself. He realized fully that Raezyr did view her in such a light to an extent, but also continued to refer to her as such to get him to drop his guard. He ignored the chuckle that followed. Despite the underhanded jab, his brother did want him to talk about it.
"She acted as though we were business acquaintances at best, or strangers at worst. She left the room fairly quickly, too. I don't know what I wanted to happen... but that wasn't it."
"Would taking a few random alien women back to base with us help?"
"No... Maybe."
Raezyr wasn't expecting that response, glib or not. Still, he pushed forward. "I'm sure even a computer could interpret what it meant if you did that. Doesn't matter anyway though. We're here for business and the ability to pick up strange women, impressive or not, doesn't exactly strike fear into those beneath us. We'll let you unleash on unsuspecting loose women later if we must. I'm pretty sure this is the place."
Trychon nodded, feeling the same ripples of uncertainty. After finding a suitable parking spot, with easy access and a quick out if necessary, they headed inside. They headed straight to the booth that had a single occupant with an awkward looking hat, poorly hiding a set of Zabrak horns.
"Wondering why you're alive?" Raezyr grumbled as they stopped behind Kolant.
"Don't insult us." Trychon snapped as they felt the alien twitch towards a weapon.
"Force of habit." Dagus responded without turning around.
"We like stories." Raezyr answered his own rhetorical questions as he slid into the booth facing Dagus. "You didn't run, and this one promises to be good."
Dagus sighed and waited for the waitress Trychon had summoned to finish serving their drinks before he went on to explain exactly what had gone wrong on his portion of the mission. He began with the beginning, how the shuttle showed up at the coordinates he was given, and at exactly the time he was told to expect it. Everything had gone just as planned until he got pulled out of his route on his way to see the exchange, and immediately nailed with large amounts of ion charges. Blinded and immobile almost immediately, he explained that he wasn't sure as to why the pirates allowed him to live.
For their part, the Sith did manage to seem both interested and surprised at all the right times in the story.
It took more effort for a scorned Hutt like Jama to hide their intentions of direct violence and general thuggery than it did to actually destroy an enemy using such blatant attacks. It was convenient that things had been peaceful so far since their last visit, but assuming such a volatile situation would stay calm was not a mistake they'd make. Remaining prepared for any eventuality and keeping a closer eye on the Hutt was the only option.
The Sith brothers thanked Falka for the briefing and kept to themselves until it was time to set on their way to Anchorhead to implement the last complicated part of their intricate plan. Trychon hadn't specified where the mercenary Kolant was to meet them, but there was only a certain number of places that meetings like this happened, and they'd only need to take their speeder by a couple of them to find him. Zabraks were rare enough in this part of the galaxy, and they also had a rather unique Force affinity.
Once they were on their way, Raezyr didn't need their unique Force-bond to tell his brother was pre-occupied. It was obvious enough to him, and he'd already known he likely would be as well as the reason why.
"How'd things go with the droid?" He asked as though it was a simple conversation starter.
"She's NOT a Dro..." Trychon blurted out before stopping himself. He realized fully that Raezyr did view her in such a light to an extent, but also continued to refer to her as such to get him to drop his guard. He ignored the chuckle that followed. Despite the underhanded jab, his brother did want him to talk about it.
"She acted as though we were business acquaintances at best, or strangers at worst. She left the room fairly quickly, too. I don't know what I wanted to happen... but that wasn't it."
"Would taking a few random alien women back to base with us help?"
"No... Maybe."
Raezyr wasn't expecting that response, glib or not. Still, he pushed forward. "I'm sure even a computer could interpret what it meant if you did that. Doesn't matter anyway though. We're here for business and the ability to pick up strange women, impressive or not, doesn't exactly strike fear into those beneath us. We'll let you unleash on unsuspecting loose women later if we must. I'm pretty sure this is the place."
Trychon nodded, feeling the same ripples of uncertainty. After finding a suitable parking spot, with easy access and a quick out if necessary, they headed inside. They headed straight to the booth that had a single occupant with an awkward looking hat, poorly hiding a set of Zabrak horns.
"Wondering why you're alive?" Raezyr grumbled as they stopped behind Kolant.
"Don't insult us." Trychon snapped as they felt the alien twitch towards a weapon.
"Force of habit." Dagus responded without turning around.
"We like stories." Raezyr answered his own rhetorical questions as he slid into the booth facing Dagus. "You didn't run, and this one promises to be good."
Dagus sighed and waited for the waitress Trychon had summoned to finish serving their drinks before he went on to explain exactly what had gone wrong on his portion of the mission. He began with the beginning, how the shuttle showed up at the coordinates he was given, and at exactly the time he was told to expect it. Everything had gone just as planned until he got pulled out of his route on his way to see the exchange, and immediately nailed with large amounts of ion charges. Blinded and immobile almost immediately, he explained that he wasn't sure as to why the pirates allowed him to live.
For their part, the Sith did manage to seem both interested and surprised at all the right times in the story.
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