"You can say that again..." After being unbound, Ny'yari puts her clothes back on, as the two of them head to the senate building. The guards look at them oddly as they arrive at the service entrance, but a Mirialan man quickly arrives, introducing himself as the senator's aide, and guiding them both through. Soon, they arrive through a back entrance to one of the senator's quarters. "So, you're the bounty hunters I've hired?" An imperious voice asks. "Very well, approach. I assume you've done your work properly?" Heading deeper into the room, the Twi'leks see a Mirialan man in his middle age, face covered in the traditional tattoos of his people, signifying the accomplishments of his life, and with a surprisingly muscular and scarred body for a politician. He probably fought in the Rebellion, Tow thinks to herself, filing the information in the 'just in case' section of her brain.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 24+10 (Skill)+20 (Former Navy Officer)=54 (Minor Success) Searching around, Valentija uncovers a false door behind one of the kitchen cabinets, revealing a container of spice - only a few grams, though. "Hmm..." Valentija sighs. "I don't think we've found everything, though. A ship this big, there's a lot of opportunities to hide something. We'll find something if we look again later, I'm confident." She declares.
Tow smiled. If the man tried to dominate the meeting, he would be disappointed. If he paid, he would be good to have a contact... but he was yet to pay. "Ineed. All according to your specifications." Tow walked up to his desk with a sway of her hips. "The thing you wanted returned." She put a small chip on the desk, containing the movie of his daughter. "And the proof of the second part of the contract." she put the movie with the death of the porn star. "Now... the payment~" She said as she put her hand on her hip.
"Yes, I'm sure of it." Eve replied, nodding. But as they add their loot to the spice they already had. She tells Valentija of her decision to sell her virginity.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Isabia: 14 Wreav: 63 Blaster damage: 49-10 (Beskar)=39 Isabia HP: 51 Instead of her grappling capble binding Wreav, Isabia feels herself being the one ensnared, as Wreav catches the hook out of midair, and with a sharp pull, drags her down off of her feet. Isabia raises her beskar gauntlet again, and it's the only thing that saves her life, as a blaster shot nearly hits her throat. A few more shots hit her painfully, but her old armor makes sure they don't kill her.
The senator watches her closely, using a holodevice to play both videos, and examining the latter in particular to make sure it's real. "Very well." He opens his desk, withdrawing a box filled with credit chits. "You've completed the job to my satisfaction." He hands over the box. "Now, if you could, please use the service exit again on your way out."
Isabia relase her rope of gauntet, feeling pain in elbow as Wreav almost rip it out of her. She made series of shoot to Wreav, hoping this time she will get him. If not her beskar gauntet, she would be death.
"O-Oh, you're really...?" Valentija gulps awkwardly, unsure why Eve is telling her this. "I mean, you can if you'd like... I just... Normally, that's supposed to be for a special occassion, you know? Your first time is normally with your first love. I'm not judging, though." She adds.
"Love?" Eve tilts her head, softly reminding Valentija that she wasn't a normal human. "I'd rather use it to help in our mission." She replied, "And I am informing you because we are partners. I'd rather not keep anything secret if we're to work together. That is the best way to build trust." She said as she smiles, though with how high her arousal was. Her smile was on the more erotic side.
Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: Isabia: 57+10 (Skill)=67 Wreav: 46 Blaster Damage: 21 Wreav HP: 0 Shoulder aching as well, Isabia grabs her blaster rifle from where it fell, next to her, and holds it up in Wreav's direction. THere's nothing of her elite combat training in the series of shots that follow, just a hurried volley as Isabia shoots as fast as she can pull the trigger. Shots bounce off of Wreav's armor, then slice in between the plates, and then she hits his visor, once, twice. Isabia feels elated as the tinted material cracks. With a third shot, and then a fourth, she sees the visor shatter, pieces slicing Wreav's blue eyes. Then, taking her time to aim, Isabia fires once more. The bolt hits directly at the cross section of the T shaped visor, right between Wreav's eyes, and the man falls, dead.
"Well, call me if anything, uh, comes up..." She nods, reaching out to give Eve's hand a reassuring squeeze.
Tow carefully took the box, and checked the contents, making sure that the amount was according to the deal - and if there was any bonus. After confirming the amount, she nodded her head. "Pleasure doing buisness." She said with a smile to the senator. She thought about negotiating the bounty, but somehow, she got impression that the man was not one to make such dealings. She nodded to Ny'yari and the two made their way out of the building. After that, the duo made their way to the ship. Tow started checking the the available sex/torture droids on the market. Both for fun and information extraction. She also checked if there were any energy shields available...
Isabia heavy breath, as she slowly calm down. Her hands shake from adrelanine and stress, as she finaly managed to kill her enemy. This all didn't go in her way, but in the end she win. Mandalorian lean on her rifle and go check on corpse of Wreav, hoping his gauntet with wrist rockets is still to use, or at least still possible to repair for her. Maybe he have some beskar or anything else in his body?
"Thank you." Eve nods, "I'll leave my equipment here. It would be... unfortunate if I lost them while I am... preoccupied." She said, leaving her sword, grenades, and credits in her room. After that, she heads to the brothel to try and see what sort of agreement they can come to.
Looking at the box, Tow is satisfied that the the amount is correct, though there's no bonus. (+4000 Credits) Heading down to the galactic markets, Tow is disappointed to discover that torture droids are illegal in the New Republic - meaning she'd have to search the black market for one. Sex droids, sadly, are little more than dolls with some machinery, not particularly sexy at all. She has heard of human replica droids that could do the job, but they're legally dubious and prohibitively expensive. Still, she manages to find a technology stand, and sees some shield generators, small enough to strap to a belt. [] Basic Energy Shield: Provides low level protection against melee and ranged weaponry - 1000 Credits [] Mandalorian Melee Shield: Provides low level protection against ranged weaponry, medium level protection against melee - 3000 Credits [] New Republic Infantry Shield: Provides low level protection against melee, medium level protection against ranged weaponry - 3000 Credits [] Echani Energy Shield: Provides medium level protection against melee attacks, medium level protection against ranged attacks - 5000 Credits
Though it has no rockets, Isabia's gladdened to see that Wreav's gauntlet launcher is still working, and she quickly takes it. Sadly, there's not much else of value on the man. Maybe in his fighter? (+Wrist Rocket Launcher)
Isabia stand up and go check on the noble, if he is still alive or maybe Wreav kill him before he take on her? "Well, well that is what happen when someone who isn't fighter, trying to take beskar. It never ended well" She said to noble.
Well, it would mean she would need to pay a visit to markets outside the Republic... Nar Shaddaa would be good. Tow hummed as she checked the prices... for now, she would buy low level energy shield. "Ny'yari?" She called. "Do you want energy shield?" She asked as she checked a couple of bounties. What interested her... or rather who, were racer Zoom, Solarii sought by his wives, Tezzi the slave and Quinn the mechanic.
Taking a speeder, Eve quickly arrives at a crowded street below the skyscrapers of Coruscant. She sees a symbol of a woman dancing, and heads toward it, quickly entering into a large and opulent looking building, filled with beautiful women of many species, and well dressed men. Upon explaining to the guards at the door why she's there, she's scanned for weapons, and led up a flight of stairs, to where two Togruta await. "Not bad, sister..." The blue one grins as she looks Eve up and down. "We shall see - our job requires more than looks." The orange Togruta shakes her head, standing to stride over to Eve. "I am Madame Vosh'kek. I'm told you want a job?"
"Hmph..." The artist groans as he slowly picks himself up, wiping blood from his face. "The beskar is locked up tight. He'd never have gotten to it - especially since he seemed like he was going to kill me before he got the code." He stands, looking at Isabia. "And besides, Eriadu Security are on their way here. He'd have had to fight his way out. Now, I'm guessing you didn't come here to rescue me...?"
