EXT- Street Vendor, Lower Levels of Coruscant
Loki NeDolo walks up, forgetting he is in disguise he says, “What up?”
Dev Marioan walked into the market, soon finding himself before the droid who seemed to be offering an array of liquor. The Corellian took out his now empty flask and held it out to the droid, taking out some credits and sliding them across the table as he did so,”Ay bolts. Needa refill… If ya got any Corellian whiskey, that’d be grand. Anyfin’ hard’s fine though mate, cheers.” The droid overviewed the Corellian before taking the flask and filling it with an odd blend of hard liquor, soon after taking Dev’s credits and putting them away somewhere.
Kassie looks askance at the person who addressed her so casually, tilting her head, and glibly replying, “The awning, I suppose?”
Loki NeDolo looks to Dev for a moment as he walks in, noticing his presence. He turns his head back to Kassie and replies, “Wha-?”
Dev Marioan took a long swig of the liquor, letting out a elongated sigh and looking at the flask,”Fokin’ nice ale.” He turned to look at the two conversing. If they looked over, he’d give a sly smirk and a wave of his hand,”‘Ey, folks.”
Kassie stops perusing the produce offerings altogether and steps more out into the open, as if considering the likelihood of rabbiting, and instead of trying to understand the inscrutable mask, turns and offers a brief smile to the enthusiastic shopper.
Loki NeDolo eyebrows raise up and he steps backwards. Surprised at her actions. But he thinks, ‘im am wearing a mask’ he lets her deal with the customer.
Kassie backs away from the masked one, letting paranoia take the sort of precedence it should in the lower levels and puts the ale consumer in as much danger as she herself might be in–as he too has a blaster. “So… yeah… drinks and things, mmhm.”
Dev Marioan gave a light nod to the one in the mask, chuckling a bit,”That a fashion statement mate, or are ya jus’ that damn ugly?” The Corellian chuckled a bit. This was the attitude that had earned him many, many barfights and problems with Imperial authoriy,”S’ppose it could be both though, sorry fer ya, lad.” When the woman approached him more, Dev looked her over and tried to assess her threat level. She seemed skiddish, not used to undercities, the places that he had in fact grown up on when he wasn’t learning his father’s piracy. He nodded a bit and smirked, holding out the flask,”Aye, drinks an’ things. Wonderful thing, innit?”
Loki NeDolo smiles underneath his mask, slightly offended by the man’s ignorance. He is, however, entertained. He watches the two for the moment saying nothing. Enjoying his own creepiness.
Kassie lets her smile open up to a higher wattage, feigning substantive conversation, just long enough to be on the far side of the Corellian, “Mmmhmm.” She leans nearer to sniff at the man, or what he’s been drinking, whatever traces of it are left in the air, as if it was the most interesting thing in all the worlds and suggests, “It isn’t nice to mock masked people, especially if they need the masks for cosmetic reasons. Besides, I don’t like getting shot. And that does smell like a nice vintage…. I’d buy it, if I were you, anyway.”
Dev Marioan canted his head to the side at the tall figure standing off to his right, looking over him again and giving a nod to him,”A’right then. Be spooky an’ such, see if I mind mate.” He chuckled a bit at her and shrugged his shoulders lightly,”Yeh well, some would say it ain’t smart t’ correct an armed man with alcohol in ‘is system. But you’re doin’ that anyway right?” Dev took a long swig and looked her over once more,”What’re you doin’ ’round these parts anyhow? Ya don’ belong ‘ere much, do ya.”
Loki NeDolo thinks for a moment and, looking over the man, decides he isn’t a threat to him, to much of a criminal, but seemingly harmless. “Kassie, its me, loki.” he says. Lifting up his mask for a moment showing his face, before putting the mask back on.
Kassie balks outwardly at this suggestion, that she does not belong here, and laughs at the end, letting off some nerves. “I belong here as much as anywhere. I’m not so posh as all of that, finishing school or no. For all you know, Mister, I was born in that alley over yonder. And anyway, I’ve rarely met a Corellian who wasn’t used to be corrected.” All that her jibe was missing was sticking her tongue out at the end, and it seemed she forgot that she was using him as a human shield from the masked one… who revealed himself as none other than her contact. Then the laughter really came, in upheavals of composure that saw her double over from the hilarity of it (and relief besides).
Dev Marioan was pretty freaked out when her demeanor completely changed. He then leaned back against the bartop and took a long swig of his flask,”Aye well yer previous mannerisms an’ whathaveyou were pretty damn convincing me otherwise lass.” When the masked figure put a name to himself, Dev looked over to him,”Loki’s a good name, fer an Outlander escort.” He gave the tall-standing man a wink,”Ya workin’ tonight, cute stuff?”
Kassie was just about to get herself together when Loki was propositioned and far from getting in the way of what could mean more money, looked to the masked one with wide eyes to see how he’d respond. And fell to further titters of laughter.
Loki NeDolo walks forward slowly. “I seem to be interrupting your current business. I’ll be outside miss Kassie.” He walks forward slowly through the two and out of the market, standing just on the outside. He pulls out his communicator and starts tapping away.
Dev Marioan watches the man walk off and waved as he passed,”Have fun at work, babe! Hope t’see ya ’round.” The Corellian laughed a bit and sipped out of his flask, wiping his mouth with his jacket after and looking to the woman beside him,”Kassie eh? I’m Dev, and I don’ swing the way ya think I do.” The smuggler put out his hand and gave his usual sly smirk,”Nice t’meet ya.”
Loki NeDolo perks a brow as he walks by and his jaw slightly drops at the man’s words. He furiously distracts himself with his datapad.
Kassie offered a gloved hand to the Corellian, not just taking his and shaking it, as if she expected him to kiss it, feigning further airs, given the teasing. “Pleasure to meet you. And you’re right, I was rude to ever have corrected you. Before I realized it was who it was, I thought I might have to make a quick egress. Can you tell me one thing?” Her grin had gone one-sided in anticipation of the one thing she was going to request.
Dev Marioan looked at the hand and scoffed, shaking his head,”Yeh, no.” As he returned his hand to his side, naturally floating near his blaster as it always did, the other hand wrapped around his flask,”Aye, whatever ya want I’ll tell ya lov’. Jus’ fer a good price, I’ll do anythin’ for ya too.”
Kassie looked offended at the refusal, again, overplayed and quite clearly feigned. She took a step back, and another, before asking a question she had no intention of paying for an answer to, “Mostly I just wondered how you all manage to make such smooth whiskey. Your ships are like you all- loud and fast, your liquor… not so much.” She grinned as she stepped back just once more, in case he thought better of not having shot her before, and she needed to run again, having let her big mouth get ahead of her.
Loki NeDolo , although appearing distracted, takes in what he hears. He begins to think that Kassie, although lovely, may not be able to be trusted, as she wanders so close to the edge.
Loki NeDolo takes in thoughts about Dev, or particularily, his mind digressing to his race. ‘never met one I couldn’t trust to get paid’ he thinks.
Dev Marioan ‘s features grew grim, an expression that others had seldom seen. His hand floated to the hilt of his blaster,”Ain’t wise what yer doin’ here lov’. Watch yerself, ya don’ know what it means to a Corellian to insult their culture. If I were any other b’sides meself, you’d probably already have a goddamn bolt in yer side.” Dev maintained a stern and stoic, if not dark and foreboding, expression while maintaining unwavering eye contact.
Loki NeDolo ceases to tap on his datapad after the man’s words. He stands still, his mind fixated on his blaster.
Kassie did not lose one iota of that shine on her smile. And she notably did not quail, turn or run, skittish as she’d been. “I did not think you’d take it as an insult, when I was complimenting the whisk– Ah never you mind. Miscalculation on my part. No need for the getting touchy. Enjoy your drinks.” She made a big show of reaching into her pocket, so as not to give the offended Corellian any ideas about her reaching for weapons, for a credit chip to flip at the droid for Dev’s libations. That done she’d turn and walk away, calm as houses, to find Loki. Luckily that was easily done as he was so near by. To his masked self she suggests, “Seems I’ve upset that… gentleman. Shall we do this elsewhere?”
Loki NeDolo nods and motions left, as the pair attempt to walk down away.
Dev Marioan muttered something about confusing women dressed in all black before starting to walk off towards one of his more favored cantinas, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a pack of probably expired cigarettes, lighting one up and puffing on it.
Loki NeDolo walking says, “i have the crates stashed down here, an acquaintance is watching them.”
Kassie followed her hooded and masked compatriot of the moment and put a hand on his arm to halt his progress. “Loki?” She stops walking altogether, looking dubiously down the way, and explains, “I’ve worked for some truly frightening people in my time, and while I’d love to believe you have no harm in mind for me, accompanying you to a secret location filled with people the likes of which I do not know is not a great way to stay alive.”
Loki NeDolo stops short of his contact, a Trandoshan smoking a long spiceblunt. He turns around and looks at her through the mask. “I thought a girl like you could handle herself? What exactly is it that you do, for real. Kassie?” he says, his hands at his sides. The Trandoshan, just beginning to take interest, as he is fried.
Kassie shook her head looking at her boots instead of the blank eyes of Loki’s mask, and sighed a long-suffering sound. “I can handle myself, even if it sometimes means running. But I’m not a squad of mercenaries. I’m not invulnerable.” Looking up to his obscured face again she sidesteps the question of her profession with, “Apart from trying to get the best tea I’ve ever tasted, I do a great number of things. Remember, art? I found a buyer for the reliefs, and I’m leaving this world tonight. Its better not to be in town in case the provenances are carefully examined and what’s left of the the closed circuit cameras around the lower levels recognize me.”
Loki NeDolo nods his head, “of course.” he was always suspicious of the ‘tea’. Now certain, he turns to the Trandoshan. “Here” he says, handing him a few credits. “Go get the crates now.” He motions his hand to his speeder bike, that lies on the right side of the alley. “Place them on the back of that.” he finishes turning back to Kassie. “No need to run. I promise. This mask isn’t for you.”
Kassie shoulders the rather large bag she’s been carrying so that one strap is on and the other is off and rummages in it until she produces a little clasped wooden box. It is full of small denominations of credits, totaling about a thousand and a half. This she hands over to Loki and illuminates him, “That’s for your trouble. And I know that your mask isn’t for me. You nearly scared me half to death in the market when you spoke to me. And, are the crates so large as that, that they need a bike? How will I ever get them to the docks? If I carry them I’ll be stabbed twice over before I make halfway to my ride offworld. Can you be a dear and help me with that? I think you’ll find I paid you enough to demonstrate how little I care to leave enemies in my wake or bridges burned.”
Loki NeDolo takes the credits in his hand as the Trandoshan loads the crates on his speeder bike. He takes half the credits and extends them back towards her and says, “I do believe we can do business, as long as you do me the honor of forgetting me name and face. Just remember the mask.” He turns to his bike, stepping forward, he says “Care to take a look?”
Kassie steps over toward the bike, waving off the offer of returning any of the credits. “Easy come, easy go, easier living, I always say.” She does not try to pry anything open, only bends over to sniff at the seams for the fragrance that she expects… and seemingly finds. “Smells like the Hapan springtime. Wonderful… and it is a shame to have to forget that face. But, since you insist… and since I need your help getting these where they need to go?”
Loki NeDolo replies, “which is where?” stepping forward, looking over her shoulder at the crates,
Kassie turns to look him in the mask again and hesitates for a moment with narrowed eyes, that second set of eyelids visible for a bare moment. Then after making some obvious mental calculations she gambles with telling him the truth, “Bay 37, at docks near the meat packing district. Say, when you said you wanted me to forget the name, the face and remember the mask… I am to take that to mean this business is our last?”
Loki NeDolo nods and makes a mental note of the location. He takes all of the all of the credits and extends them to her person. “Not at all. I was hoping we could do business for a long time. But I’m guessing someone like you really listens to this. You must meet all sorts of people working like this in the lower sector-” he says walking slowly over nearby his speeder bike and the crates.
Kassie had gone over to look at her prize haul once more, only to notice that one box seemed to have been pried open already and haphazardly redone. She’d been ignoring any offers of credits handed back to her and was just answering, “Well, I do meet my fair share of people, in passing and in earnest in my lines of work, but… …” She only needed to use her gloved fingertips to pop the wood open again, and did. Then, after looking inside, she shifted her bag over to her other shoulder and put her hand on the grip of the blaster holstered under her left arm, and turned to look at Loki again, this time without much of her former pleasantness and civility left upon her face. In its place was something almost feral in the slight curl of her lip and wrinkling of her nose. “What’s the game here, hm?”
Loki NeDolo leans forward to looks at the crate quickly while raising his arms up. Knowing that he, did nothing, he slowly turns around facing the warehouse where the Trandoshan had gone back to. He open his mouth, “It seems the game is on. I knew there wasn’t tea in there. . .” He sighs, “I’ll go and take care of it, if you let me.” standing with her blaster in his back.
Kassie hesitates, trying to figure out what the con is. Then she drops the hand that had been about to draw on him, and responds with sulk in her voice like a thwarted adolescent, “It was MEANT to be tea! LOKI! What in the name of the everpresent wind is this all about?” She obviously has given up on shooting the man when she cranks the lid open further and uses one gloved hand to leaf through the contents, then with an almost audible gulp, she hurriedly closes the crate again and looks to him with utter confusion and being put out all over her face.
Loki NeDolo shocked, turns around slowly, while dropping his hands, to look at her saying, “what are you playing at? I picked up what you told me to! what’s in there!?” he turns to the crates hoping to get a look but his hand hovers hear his blaster. For a brief moment he introspects, fear taking grip but is pushed out by his anger. The mask. giving him some, but little, assurance.
Kassie is immediately outraged by this being turned on her. And she stomps one foot before speaking again and informs him, “Me? What am I playing at? You are trying to tell me that you did not take the tea out to keep some for yourself? And add… anything? Sir, I am not who you think I am. I am not some arms dealer, or whatever. I only wanted to get back home, take a nice long bath to get the lower levels off of me and relax on my terrace with a hot cup of tea. Is that so much to ask?!”
Loki NeDolo takes a-hold of himself, realizing that his actions are spurring things out of control. He walks over to the crate to get a closer look, witness the explosives within it. His mouth gapes open and eyebrows raise. “Woah, you’ve got too be kidding me-” he says turning to her with a glare in his eye. “That must have been one high Trandoshan. He’s got at least one grenade in there.” he mutters looking away for a moment. Looking back sternly he states, “You really didn’t know this was in here!?” looking for any sense of flaw in her.
Kassie does not take her eyes off of him until he asks this last question at which point she merely shakes her head and then palms her forehead as she seems to be trying to think her way out of this. “They don’t look active, or to be on timers or anything. Let me think… alright. I’ll take them. I’ll take the crates and you can deal with your friend. I wouldn’t take them back if I were you, no one will believe it was an accident. So…” She puffs out her cheeks while expelling a long breath. “You can either give me back my money, or deliver my goods where I told you. Either way, I’m not traveling through customs anywhere.”
Loki NeDolo leaning over the crate, shakes his head back and forth. He then drops his hand to his blaster, sticking it out quickly at her. “I’m afraid not.” Once more, he presents the credit to her, tossing them on the ground in front of her. “Please, just take them and go-” he finishes as an a burst of fire and metal crashes out behind him explosively. He stammers-
[20:54] Kassie was just reeling over being drawn on, when she did not intend any of this and so narrowly escaped being shot earlier by the Corellian, but then the explosion happened and with both hands over her ears she began to back away. Maybe it’s the way the sudden noise and light affected her hearing, or nerves, but she’s rather loud when she says, “I WILL JUST BE GOING THEN! I TRY NOT TO TAKE MONEY FROM PEOPLE WITH BLASTERS DRAWN ON ME! I LIKE BEING ALIVE.” She backs away very slowly, mostly through the power of will.
Loki NeDolo recovers from his stamper, drawing the blaster back on her while she speaks. Sighing he lets out “Forget this!” jumping on his speeder bike, he quickly shoves the pedals with his feet, rapidly rising into the air and out of the alley.
Kassie turns and her bootsteps can be heard ratatat clacking away as she hightails it out of there. Credits on the ground and contraband in the crates… on the motorbike.