(-900 credits, +Frag and Cryo grenades (10 each) ) (-8500 credits, +Proton Torpedo Tubes, +Ion Cannons) Isabia's annoyed to see that the Besalisk shipwright and his crew seem more intent on fixing up a heavily damaged smuggler's freighter, but after some glaring, she gets them to install the new weapons to her freighter, even managing to create room for the new torpedoes without taking up cargo space. Together, she and Vetrik walk through Coruscant, as the workers upgrade the ship, the young man's belt bulging with newly bought grenades. Thinking on the Hutt's offer, she remembers that it's still open to her, if she's willing to go back to Nal Hutta meet with the giant slug.
After all shopping and upgrades take place, they both return to their ship. "Well my boy. We get to finished last mission, we celebrate it and all, but it is time to get back to work again. I think we are ready for bigger chalanges than the last time, like taking offert of this Hutt, what we managed to saved from assassin's. Right now, he is going to revenge on his cousin or nephuwe, I don't care and I'm sure he is going to pay generous." She said as they fly on the ship. "Any questions? If not, we have to calibrate our new cannons."
"Good luck." Ny'yari chuckles, slipping on her tight leather outfit as the freighter touches down on Dromuund Kaas. Outside, they see an imposing sight - a planet of darkness, with a reputation to match. Still, Dromuund Kaas' reputation as a place of evil is overstated - though once it was home to the ancient Sith order, now it's a productive member of the New Republic, though the planet's many nobles are known for backstabbing. Together, the Twi'leks stride toward the meeting place, a cantina in the lower wards, when they hear a voice behind them. "Psst!" Turning, the Twi'leks see a hooded figure, who uncovers his head to reveal a youthful face and curly hair, with a nobleman's expensive uniform visible around his slender frame. "You two... You're the bounty hunters?" He whispers. Looking around, Tow is struck by how little this young man fits in with the slum-like conditions of the lower wards, where prostitutes and minor criminals walk openly.
"I'm not sure, to be honest. I was planning on following your lead." Valentija shrugs, taking a drink.
"Well, I was planning on... visiting Valdoon." Eve whispered, "Not our bounty, but his father... the one who... bought me." She added in an even lower tone.
The duo approached the man - was he their contract? "Indeed." She answered lightly as they faced each other. She was prepared for a hoot out - after all, the man might have worked for the regent, not for her son... or maybe he was her son? She should do more background check before taking the job. Tow waited for the man to continue.
"Nope. I'm with you." Vetrik nods and smiles, getting to work trying to figure out the guns. The shipwright appears not long after, informing them that the checks are all complete, and the new weapons are battle-ready. Two Days later Isabia's glad that her helmet can filter out smoke, because the great hall of Palga the Hutt's palace is filled with it, the dozens of thugs, administrators and bounty hunters smoking tobacco and spice in equal measure. The reverberation of bassy music thumps against her audio receptors, to which Twi'leks alive and holographic move their buxom bodies to. Approaching the stage, where the giant slug awaits, the crime lord's majordomo announces her presence. "Lord Palga? The bounty hunter Isabia comes to bask in your magnificent presence." The Hutt takes a long look at the Mandalorian, before laughing. "Ah, yes, I remember you - the one who stepped in during that little scuffle on the street." His voice booms as he speaks in Huttese.
"O-Oh..." The blonde sputters on her drink, as the implications become obvious. "I, uh... I'm sure he'll be very pleased."
"N-no, well, I suppose he will. But he wanted me to come meet him after I have some time... I think he has a job... unless he just wants to..." Eve mumbled, "Still interested in tagging along?"
"Come with me - my mother has spies everywhere." He leads the two of them down a flight of stairs, to a dimly lit cantina, filled with rough sorts who the young man absolutely doesn't belong with. Finding a seat in a dark booth by the wall, he gestures for the two of them to join him. "So, you two can do the job? Without hurting my mother?"
Isabia cross her arms and nod to Hutt on the throne. "Last time as we meet Palga, I remeber that you going to offer me some job. As I see, since that meeting, your wounds are already healed. I come her to listen what you want me to do and how much are you going to pay for that." Isabia was almost sure it will be going for killing Hutt who order to murder Palga, but maybe he means more than revenge?
"After what I've heard about that night, I'm not sure a job he'd offer you would have anything to do with bounty hunting..." Valentija mutters in a low voice. "I, uh... It's up to you. I mean, we...did that...together, in the club, so I'm not against the idea if you feel you need the support, but if you'd rather be alone, I can hang back."
Tow took a seat, that allowed her too look at the cantina and observe patrons. "She might get hurt, but we can get her alive..." Tow said - it was better to cover that avenue. "but what then?" She asked. "What to do with her after she is captured?"
"Hmm..." Palga grunts. "There's a job I need done - very high risk, very high reward - the kind of job I need a Mandalorian for. And if you do it, you risk making enemies of some very powerful people if your identity is found out. Still interested?"
"Afterwards, I want her brought to me, restrained." The young man answers. Looking around, Tow sees a few people looking at her, but it's just the kind of idle, lustful stares she and Ny'yari get wherever they go. The young lord looks at her the same way, when he thinks she can't see. "I have a plan to get you into the Gratham estate without raising attentions. After that, you'll have to subdue my mother, and bring her to my suite - again, unharmed."
"What kind powefull people? We are talking about one of your rivals in buisness or family members something like that?" Isabia asked, wondering if that work didn't bring on her head New Republic. "Also, you didn't mention about reward. But yes, still interested."
"There's going to be a high stakes sabaac game soon, on Nar Shaadaa. Present will be players bankrolled by the Black Sun, Crimson Hand, and multiple Hutt families. My nephew Garata has acquired the services of a player - some human who's apparently a master at sabaac, and is planning to win the rights to a planet. I can't allow this to happen. You either need to kill the player, which will be difficult as he's well protected, or somehow make sure the game can't happen." Palga explains. "As for your reward, how does 100,000 credits sound?"
Isabia look at Vetrik and nod. After that, she turn to Hutt. "Alright, you get me in. I will take it. Do you have any information about these master sabaac player? And players of other houses as well"? She asked.
"No, I suppose he won't... but it won't hurt to see what he wants." Eve replied, Since that pain is usually followed up by pleasure. She thought to herself, "Yes, we did... in the club. But this time, yes, I suppose I should do this alone. On the off chance he does something... dangerous, you'll be my only support." The android smiles, "So yes, uhm, well... I'll go alone. Feel free to use our funds how you see fit."
Tow frowned. She oh hated, when clients started planning her missions. "Get us into the mansion... how?" She asked pleasantly. She already had a plan forming up - a knock out gas inside the mansion should suffice for the job.
