"I agree. That much power in a hormonal young man... He could definitely cause trouble." Valentija nods. "And even if he's not so bad, if the Empire finds him... It's probably not going to go well for him."
"Alright, let's take it. But we'll need to prepare." Eve nods, as she takes the bounty. She sends Garindan a message asking for information on the Padawan, in addition to what the guild already knows. After that she heads to the weapon shop to purchase belts of Cryo, Sonic, and Thermal grenades. Along with a Z-311 Sonic Blaster Pistol for Valentija.
Isabia put hand on butler shoulder to calm him down. "Don't worry, I don't ask you to smuggle whole group, but only one men. Do you know anything about coming wavers to palce, where someone could hide." She said leaning to him and whisper. "Also, remember that is ewent 'high risk, high profit'. I'm more than confident that rewards from gratefull countless will be worth of risk.
"Yeah~" Tow said as she slowly started getting up. "First thing he promises to allow us to get Zooms autographs... then leads us to a random room - and next thing we know he is all over us." Tow said as she finally looked at the woman... and paused, pretending to finally recognize her. "Oh..." She said slowly.
(-4850 Credits, + Sonic Grenades (10),+Cryo Grenades (10), +Thermal Detonators (5), +Z-311 Pistol) The guild's information on the padawan is slim at best - saying only that the young man slipped away from a Jedi peacekeeping mission after his master was wounded, and booked passage to the smuggler's moon of Nar Shadaa. Luckily, Garindan responds immediately, telling Eve that he'll get back to her in a few hours. One shopping trip later, the android returns to her ship to spot a hologram message from the masked alien. It turns out that the padawan found work on Nar Shaddaa, with a certain pirate by the name of Ohnaka. Before Eve can contemplate settling the score with the pirate, though, Garindan says that he and the padawan parted company. The padawan, having spent most of his life deprived of luxuries and pleasures, immediately used his new money to buy passage to Spira, a tropical pleasure planet, used as a resort for the galaxy's elite. He didn't depart for Spira immediately, however. First, he stowed on a commercial freighter, heading to Ilum, an frozen world home to an ancient Jedi temple. "I looked Ilum up." Garindan declares. "Rumor has it that it's where the Jedi used to get their lightsaber crystals, back before the Empire. If I had to guess, the kid is planning to get a new weapon, before living it up on Spira. Oh, and before I go, there's word that someone else is after the kid. Not sure who, exactly, but they killed a bunch of pirates to find out the same info I just told you. Watch your back." The hologram disappears. "So..." Valentija says, when silence returns. "Either we pursue the kid to Ilum, or we head straight to Spira and set a trap for him. Your call."
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 36+15 (Skill)=51 (Minor Success) "Hmm..." He thinks to himself. "There's a servant's entrance I know of, that's less known and not directly guarded - it comes up from a sewer pipe." He shakes his head. "I can show you where to go, but I'm not smuggling you in - that's too much risk."
"Oh, damn..." Zoom sighs. "I'll get the other guards to throw him out. Sorry about that." The blonde chuckles. "Yeah, it's me. You're a fan, I'm guessing, if you want autographs?" The blonde moves to step out into the hall and find a guard to complain about the Gammorean.
Isabia nod for that. "Okey, show us where it is and take few days off. To avoid getting hurt. " She said standing up and waving to Jawa, to come with them.
"Alright, but if we get caught, I don't know you." The butler announces. It'll hurt, going into the palace without a guide, but something is better than nothing, or at least Vetrik, his young mind filled with excitement, seems to think. The Jawa Jedi, on the other hand, seems almost obscenely casual, just like when the Trandoshan thugs tried to shake him down. "Keep far back - I don't want anyone thinking I'm with you." The butler whispers, as he leads the small party through the palace gardens. Ducking through the bushes, he points out an enemy patrol - three B1s on a circular route, passing by every thirty seconds or so. "There it is." The butler points to a small grate amongst the cobblestones, just wide enough for the Mandalorian to squeeze through. "Go through the gate, head through the tunnels like I told you, and you'll end up in one of the pantries - lazy servants use the hole there to dump garbage. From there, you can head in and rescue the countess." He quiets down, as the B1s pass. "Go!" He whispers, as Isabia gets thirty seconds to uncover the grate and get into the sewers.
Isabia take deep breath, tried not to think about possibly to being caught on this sneak mission. Well, every mission begins as stealthy but right now it would be better if they stay sneaky as long as possible. She used blade of clan Wren to open grate and get into server, trying to stay quiet as possible.
Spoiler: Stealth D100: 93 (Crit) As soon as the B1s are out of auditory range, Isabia darts forward, her booted feet deftly dodging the cobblestones and twigs that could loudly announce her presence. The vibroblade buzzes, shimmering with unbelievably fast motion as she unsheathes the blade. It proves its worth as the property of a Mandalorian clan prince, easily sawing through the aged bars of the grate. Before the noise can be heard, the grate clatters away, cut through entirely, and Isabia hops down inside. The drop isn't too far, but nonetheless, Isabia feels the strange sensation of floating, as though she were out in the vacuum of space, and she gently touches down into the sewers, on a sidewalk above a central sluiceway. Looking up, she sees Vetrik slowly descending to land next to her, and above him, the Jawa standing at the top with his hand outstretched, before the little Jedi hops into the grate, softly shouting "Utinni!" Doing a roll, he lands next to Isabia, and the three of them stand in the sewers. Looking around, Isabia spots a large opening - the tunnel the butler gestured to.
Isabia take ready her blaster, putting wibroblade back to her leg. "Alright, let's go to that tunel. Be quiet and look around the floor and walls. In sewers it could be some kind of monsters, try not to get catch by that." She said using her termovision in helmet, to better see in the darkness.
Luckily for Isabia, the sewers of Serenno are well maintained and safe - lifting her helmet over her nose to take a sniff, she realises that it doesn't even smell bad - something like cinnamon flows through the air, masking the scent of sewage. Heading through the tunnels along the butler's route, the Mandalorian arrives beneath an opening in the series. Again, she feels the bizarre feeling of floating, as the Jedi lifts her up. Slowly, she lifts a wooden trap door, and heads up into a dark room. Through her visor, she sees that it's the pantry she was told about. As she moves around shelves of fresh food, she finds a door. Opening it a sliver, she sees a small kitchen - one of many in a palace this size, she guesses - and sees two figures inside. The two chefs chat in Ortolan, blissfully unaware of the uninvited guest, but that'll change when Isabia opens the door properly, she guesses.
Contemplating the new information, she thanks Garindan, asking if there were any 'misplaced goods' they could take along the way if he wanted more credits. But as Valentija spoke, "I say we try and track him down in Ilum. Whoever is hunting him may get to him first if we wait. And if we miss him, and he manages to elude his other pursuer and head to Spira... well, I suppose we'll have even more time, as he won't be leaving that planet any time soon. Does that plan sound good to you?" Eve asked, making sure her partner was on board for the mission.
Isabia turn her Beyar Blaster on stunning waves and charge it longer for bigger power and whispers to her companions. "We going to take then out alive, so change on stunning waves but if any of them try to press bottom or switch to rise alarm, don't hesitate to kill. I'm taking big one" She said and on her signal, they all entered to kitchen and Isabia shoot stronger stun waves to big guy.
"Sounds good - better to be safe than sorry." The blonde chuckles. "I guess we'll be wearing winter gear instead of swimsuits. Alright, I can set course straight away, if you want." She heads for the cockpit.
"Indeed... I'd hate to pay Garindan for information we couldn't use." Eve giggles, nodding, "Yes, I think we'll need to purchase winter gear first. So how about we take a quick stop at the boutique?"
Spoiler: Stealth Roll D100: 11 Pushing the door open with her shoulder, Isabia cringes insinctively as she hears the old hinges creaaak loudly against the wood, and the two cooks turn around to face her in surprise. Spoiler: Combat Roll D100: 90-10 (Failed Stealth Check)+15 (Skill)= (Crit) The two are ready for her, but neither is able to do anything, as she raises the pistol. Two blue rings fly through the air, and the chefs collapse, unconscious, knocking over some plates of food as they fall.
"Vetrik, note for the future to take with us more handcuffs. This guy has three pair of hands, that is unconvinient." She said joking as they drag chiefs to small storage room. "But I must admit, this kitchen is well equipped." She said looking on pans collections. "Alright, let's go and look for some terminal. I don't want to walk blind, not knowing who is behind corners." She said.
"Good idea." Valentija follows Eve out, and the two are able to find some cheap winter gear - and some skimpy swimwear, Eve notes. Eve thinks she could also get the coat reinforced at the tailor's - since she'll be wearing it over her regular clothes, she'd be able to double her protection, though it's unclear if it's worth it for a piece of garb she'll only be able to wear in cold locations.
