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Post by Aeron on Nov 19, 2009 4:54:12 GMT -5
The Slag Pit is a cantina, it is one of the moon's three most popular bounty hunter hangouts.
The cantina is rather dark with even darker booths, ideals to allow under hand business. Music fills the room and dancers are there to entertain the guests of all species.
Drinks and food for all in different colours and shapes!
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Post by logan on Nov 21, 2009 0:08:38 GMT -5
Walking out from the backroom, the Shistavan now known as the Black Wolf looks around as he sniffs the air. Once one of the more famous Bounty hunters in the Outer Rim regions, he made his way up to become leader of a criminal organization that has its fingers in every major illegal activity that would make them money.
Satisfied that nothing was out of the ordinary he moved to his reserved booth in the dark corner of the cantina. He was moving in on the Hutts territory but had some powerful allies that evened the odds in his favor. As a matter of fact he had a meeting soon with the shadowy figure and he was late.....
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Post by Lord Ire on Nov 21, 2009 16:47:23 GMT -5
Ire appears from the shadows as Black Wolf sits down, his large frame eclipsing the low light behind him. "Greetings, Black Wolf. I see you have moved quickly in your new endeavor."
Ire slides into the booth with Black Wolf and puts both hands on the table. Ire pulls a flask from his robes and takes a sip, the flack disappearing into his void of a face with each sip. "I take it your move into Hutt space was easy enough for you?"
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Post by logan on Nov 21, 2009 17:19:13 GMT -5
Waits for the server droid to leave after dropping his drink off before answering Lord Ire.
"Things have gone smoothly so far, but the Hutts wont be to friendly once they find out that I have moved to set up opperations on their terf. Sooner or later they will find out I am running things now and start trouble."
Takes a drink from his beverage as he looks around keeping an eye on those in the cantina for any danger. He knew the most dangerous man was the one sitting in front of him and had to watch out. Though it was a good arrangement they had at present, it allowed him to acheive an postition of power quicker that would have happened on his own.
"What is the next part of your master plan? I need to know to set things up faster."
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Post by Lord Ire on Nov 21, 2009 17:48:22 GMT -5
"Don't worry about the Hutts, I will deal with them myself." Ire tells Black Wolf and takes another sip from his flask. "I want you to secure this equipment for me and make sure the smugglers you use to bring it to me disappear afterwords."
Its clear Ire is cold and calculating as he passes the datachip with the information. With a quick glance, it appears to be a list of medical supplies. "Now on to the matter of the Hutts; who is the slug that worries you?"
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Post by logan on Nov 21, 2009 18:12:59 GMT -5
Inserts the data chip into his data pad and looks through the lists. Most of it was easily attainable and some where harder to get ahold of, but he was sure he could get them all.
" This will take a few days to get a hold of, the smugglers can be dealt with after delivery no problem. There are always ways to get rid of some baggage. As to the matter of the Hutts. That will be known when they hit....it will be hard to determine which will strike first or at all."
Takes a drink from his glass and removes the data chip and puts it inside his coats pocket for safe keeping.
" Is there anything else you want done? A particular area or planet that I should come into contact with to make things easier down the road."
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Post by Lord Ire on Nov 21, 2009 21:13:12 GMT -5
Ire nods his head. "Munto Codru, Capital Codru Spaceport, docking bay 32 is the delivery point."
Ire gets up and bows, dropping a credit chip card on the table for Black Wolf. It was a nice payment for his services rendered so far "The rest is yours when I get my shipment." With nothing else said Ire slips back into the shadows of the bar and seems to disappear.
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Post by logan on Nov 21, 2009 21:55:36 GMT -5
Watches him go as he grabs the credit chip, sitting there for a couple of more minutes he finishes his drink and then nods to his back up. A man sitting not to far from his booth comes over and sits down. Removing the data chip from his coat pocket he hands it over to his second in command.
"I need whats on that list as soon as possible. The harder to get items leave to me, I will be heading to Coruscant for the next few days. I leave you in charge of things here until then." With that he gets up and walks away. His destination the private landing pad controlled by his gang.
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