“Then this meeting is over with” Vahlia stands up and turns to her group “If Lord Zann cannot show then no deal will. be made.”
The man walks in front of her, blocking her path. The woman says "I'm afraid that this isn't acceptable".
"....5000 then. I show up at the bar and we get it done." Dannan wasn't worried about having to do this in a public area. Still, she would rather have a back up plan in place and not need it, then end up with her backed into a corner. As she walked away, she sent a quick breakdown of things on her communicator to the ship, for whatever crew that was left on board. If anything went wrong, they would know exactly where and why and it would get back to Cyrus eventually. Although....she wasn't looking forward to needing their help for another mess. She decided to head off the Rodian and get to the bar first, looking for a decent enough spot. She was deliberate in picking a spot where her back would be at the wall, so nothing could end up surprising her from her spot as she waited, feeling the thumping of the music pound in her eardrums and chest.
Sighing internally, she began to move, letting her enhanced senses capture the sights of any suspicious looking movement as she approached the bar counter where he was. Not really thinking of anything special to say, she settled for addressing him with just a simple"Hey."
"Understood." He replied without saluting, "What will the details of the mission be? I would like to prepare if possible."
Zenobia frowns. "Unfortunately not. I'm going to be going down to the Cloud City to meet with a contact. If things go well, this contact will just give me the information I need, and we'll go. If it's a trap, however, there might be significant resistance. There's no Imperial presence on Bespin, so you'll have to protect me".
"Hmm. Very well, that isn't much to go on, but it'll do." He sighed, "Alright, I will go change into civillian clothes. Will we be meeting at the hanger once we're out of hyperspace?"
She nods. "Bay D3". She holds up a communicator. "Captain Pellaeon? Make the jump." There's a jolt as the ship hits lightspeed.
DT-L30 nods, saluting the admiral before leaving her office. He then heads for his quarters to change into normal clothes, keeping his weapons save for his heavy blaster, which will look out of place on a civillian. After changing he heads for the armory to requisition a normal storm troopers rifle.
"I do." She pops open the locker to allow him to take a quick look inside, not too worried about getting caught on a planet like this.
They're standard issue, so he gets an E-11 blaster with no issue. Eventually he feels the ship come to a stop.
"Looks good. Okay, let's do this." He kicks over a bag. "5000, like we agreed. Count it if you want".
Fendrat shake his head with smile, as they didn't take him seriosly. Sure, he know how it look like with Engineers, but still... "I don't demand jumping on my every word, but I would like at least know your names and skills, to improve our effect." He nod to guy. "Don't worry, 'Pink guy' isn't the worst thing what I hear, but I would suggest you look in first stare on rank and role of person, later on race. Not every officers are so kind."
Dannan did exactly that and began to count, still keeping the occasional eye on him just on the off chance he'd do something stupid.
DT-L30 takes the rifle, along with his vibroknife strapped to his leg, and two sonic grenades on his belt. Once the ship stopped, he heads to meet with the admiral at bay D3.
The man nods. "I'm Delvin. The bothans are both named Solari, so we call them big and little to sort them apart. The green girl is Cara. I'm an expert on electrics, and Cara knows her way around weapons systems like no one else, but we're skilled enough to do most things the job requires."
