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For a handful of moments, she considered her options, before she would incline her head, thoughtful and weighing just how much she could share... and then, she would incline her head. "Well, there are a number of possible locations he could be at, including a hangar." If asked, she would share the information she had transferred over... but she would show them the originals, on the datapad, instead of her personal computer. Still, she would point out that perhaps they would be able to locate him a spot or two ahead of their current location...

But, she would not share her name or any personal details at the moment.
 
"Maybe we can find his home addresss on the datapad? See anything like that on his devisse? Er, um...if you would sshow us, Miss Vida." Bysk asked as he moved up to peer over Daesha'vida's shoulder, his presence very close up behind her. He was still acting the bodyguard, after all.
 
Vella Kain

Reaching out to take the datapad when it became clear that Vida had no objections - reading it quickly "hmm ... hanger seems the best bet at present, could also have the mentioned ship potentially", she handed it back "could also return the deed to the prince, he may be able to pay".
 
== At the Hangar ==

It is in a run-down area. Not really the bad part of the district - that is where you came from - but surely not the best part either. Mostly workplaces, automated factories, and almost no people out in the streets, it being night. The building surely could not hold anything bigger than a Gargantuan spaceship, even those would get problems - the near by living areas not making the flight routes around here commercial.

The hangar itself is a kind of warehouse, or a dump, really, signed by gangs - and even at that moment a small hovering droid adds to the tags. Big enough to contain a couple of fighters, or maybe a small cargo lifter... Does not look like that it could fill up a ship's reserves, or even have a strong energy generator for anything.

Otherwise it is all silent. Maybe even too silent, but it is night, after all.

Arriving earlier than midnight, it is obvious that there is movement inside, coming out to meet you.

Norman opens the warehouse doors to be able to invite you in, but as you get closer he asks "Any transssport? Thisss isss all of you? Come in then!" then slides close and barrs the entrance. Inside the warehouse only contains boxes and tarps, and seemingly one very large - Huge - object, which was recently added. Some of the previously there things had been showed to the side. There is not enough place inside to park a speeder comfortably, not able to turn around with one. Still, deep in the night, it is even darker inside than outside. The overall area is shrouded in darkness, but Norman has a lamp operating on a makeshift table. There is also a small computer unit - mainly a touch-screen - next to the light source.
 
Vella Kain

Stopping briefly before she went in she focused on what her mystic senses were telling her about the possibility of a trap, assuming she felt that it was immediately safe she would proceed.

"Sure, just us Norman" she smiled "unless I don't trust you and felt that additional backup was better to have in hidding - but you are trustworthy right? and are going to start explaining things and making this worth my time" gesturing to the others "and of lesser concern worth their time".

Use the force (take 10): 20
- to make sure nothing bad is likely to happen in the immediate before she goes in.
 
"At this point I wouldn't conssider it 'lesser conssern'...We're just as in thiss as you are." Bysk spoke with a light growl then, crossing his arms, his words almost acting as a reminder that she didn't have the device, Daesha did. And he was next in line to receive it anyways. According to their deal, it belonged to him...Though morally he was okay with returning it to Norman, Bysk wasn't doing this out of the kindness of his heart. He needed something in return. Perhaps there were things in this old ware house that could fit the bill?

Perception (1d20: 18+8) = 26: look around the room for anything valuable either tech-wise or scrap-wise.
Knowledge-technology (take 10+10) = 20: Note anything specific about how special or useful any tech he finds is.
 
Vella Kain

She laughed lightly as she looked at the Trandosan, "lesser concern to me my sizeable friend - just as this being worth my time is not as important to you as it being worth your's" looking back to Norman "and on a more direct note I am the one who gathered you a collection of people with various skills to and an interest in potentially aiding you - even if I walk now disliking the terms, you agreed to make the effort well worth my time".
 
For the most part, she would merely watch and listen, looking around and trying to pick up clues and possibilities, inconsistency's that can be used to show that things are not exactly as they appear to be. Still, outwardly, all she would do is give a faint, knowing smile, and incline her head.

Perception; take 10= 18. Just looking around for things that stick out.
 
Bysk glanced away from Vella, almost feeling a little bad that he had been...aggressive with her. She was just doing a job, and so was he. Friend? He doubted that, but...the woman was certainly more than eye-catching to the male. That couldn't be the reason he was hostile, right? Because she was attractive and flirtatious and even spoke Dosh...? That would be so juvenile...Even if Bysk suspected her kind words were all just a ploy, as most formality was with the people he had experienced, he didn't have to be rude. Why did she have to have freckles? Damn did he love freckles...

Bysk moved quickly then to the crates to busy himself rummaging through them, keeping to scavenging the older-looking storage boxes.
 
While the warehouse looked big and quite full, it was more that way because the cluttering containers and boxes, and the tarps making it into a half-hearted maze... Also, everything was on the floor, not built up into tightly packed high rows. The most interesting thing was the new addition, covered with a tarp, and the biggest piece not built into the warehouse - like the old style crane that ran along the whole building.

And it was also dark, the only light coming from the lamp on the table, and through some windows high up - dirty, some broken, but just letting the height of the building loom over their head.

The Trandoshian soon found out that it was more of an artisan's scrap heap than anything even remotely technical. If he wanted to build a broom, or an old style liquid fuel engine, that could happen, but nothing that worth the energy to reuse in normal standards.

But the computer display on the makeshift table was just as custom built and possibly high tech than the doodad with the scanner jurry-rigged to it...

There is a bad feeling for someone able to sense the Force, but it is more of a forebrooding sense of doom, something to come that changes everything kind of personal change, than an attack of any kind. But of course, if someone looses a limb because some scrap falls on her, that is a life changing experience...

The only really interesting thing is the new addition, which looks like a huge brick, covered, but the landing pads sticking out partially under it is a tell....
 
Vella Kain

Noting that Norman had not responded she sighed "fine I guess I will start" gesturing to the Sluissi "everyone this is Norman" indicating her companions individually "Norman this is the fearsome Mister Ka'an, the radiant Miss Vida and the adventurous Miss Shanta - and of course myself Miss InterestedInGettingPaid" she was circumspect enough with her name around people she didn't know albeith not perfect as that would make things harder to get done - but she wanted info before going further, it was an impatient half smile with a quirked eyebrow she offered him "so details please?".

She was interested in the ship - but frankly that could wait a bit, if this was going to lead to problems she wanted to hear about it sooner rather than later.
 
Norman hissed, but maybe it was like a sigh for him... "Okay. It is like this. I get you and whoever you need to this super special space-worthy new ship, and then help with the logs and the accident that would help you disappear with it. You do not return, at least legally with the ship, into this system, nor you let the ship get back at least for ... say ... 15 years. Also, you take the buyer with you, and make her disappear too... She must be kept away from doing her own things in a couple of areas... Better make sure she does not want to return. Maybe help her find a new job... And you get the ship and the legal customer... But we keep the credit, any kind we can make from the whole thing. Even if you have to help to get it, we get it. Get it?"
 
"We-Well...I wouldn't ssay I'm that fearsome..." Bysk commented, feeling a bit bad for portraying himself that way, and not really seeming interested in keeping his own self in secret as the others were. If he was going to be stuck with them for a whole assignment, then, why not be himself?

"And also, I believe we could all fit under the 'Miss InteresstedInGettingPaid' banner. O-Or, well, misster, in my case. So, who iss this lady we're...'esscorting', anyways?" Bysk asked from behind a crate as he looked into it to find another pile of scrap garbed. He surpringly did take a few pieces and parts made of metal, things he could fit on his person, before walking up towards Norman's left side to stand with the group and wait for an answer.
 
Vella Kain

She fixed Norman with a look, "so you have sold a ship to someone, now you want that someone gone on the ship and for neither the ship nor the owner to return. In exchange for that we get the ship and you keep the credits you have gotten for it and any credits along the way, correct?" her gaze didn't leave him "that is a terrible deal for us - we take the risk for no reward except a potentially hot ship that we can't legally sell on" changing the transponders and the like would be easy enough but if she wanted a ship stolen she could find a weak-willed captain and convince them to part with it.

"I am thinking that there must be some serious money behind this and many things that you don't want to tell us" looking at her finger nails as if contemplating something "so here is my opening bargaining position, you tell us the total stake for you and your associates and agree to pay some reasonable percent to us - without knowing the stake I am thinking you likely have somewhere well north of ten thousand credits discretionary fund, give us the basic details of the issues we will be facing and the trouble we will bring to ourselves - no need to go into to much depth as secrecy is important, pay us a monthly stipend to keep the ship and owner away from here for the fifteen years, pay each of us three hundred credits just for showing up tonight and hearing this out and for our silence should any not accept, and allow us to examine the ship before use for hazards", she smiled "now I am sure you will want to negotiate down from that, but at a basic level it all sounds reasonable to me - and I am sure it does to you also" silently working on his will as she did so, she knew he would than negotiate down a bit and likely end some terms entirely perhaps for more on on others - but frankly if this job was worth all the trouble he was going to to sell a ship and than have it and the owner disappear rather than just kill the new owner there was likely quite a lot of backing - also if he felt he gained at negotiating his superiors would likely not imagine foul play instead of making him agree to something off the bat.

"If that is an agreed starting position I am happy to leave the additional discussions to Miss Vida for my review later" she was content to let the Twi'lek handle the details which would free her up and further remove her from suspicion on the final deal - plus the woman seemed to be clever enough "I will assume this is the ship and so will check it and only listen in" having said that she began to look the tarp over it before almost seeming to include an afterthought "and of course for any elements that may require a formalized contract - false business deals to justify payments etc, high galactic or binary please - proper legalistic languages less open to cultural phrasing or influence and easy for most in a legal sphere to understand without needing a specialist" she didn't know if Norman of Vida knew either but standards should be maintained at least for appearances, not like she would honour any that offended her anyway.

Mind Trick (take 10): 20.
Make sure her starting position does sound reasonable to him for negotiation so that they would get most of it or lose some bits for gains elsewhere.
 
Deasha'vida for her part, would merely stand back, allowing Vella to speak. For the most part, she seemed to have things handled, even if she would have used a somewhat softer approach. Granted, for the most part, she was of the belief that this was not a strictly legal operation, and thus, a certain amount of... discretion would be well advised, as would the fact that one should not ask too many questions. By the same token, one should not make too many demands, unless they had the reputation and/or resources to add a certain amount of weight to ones requests.
 
Not sure what the sounds the Sluissi was making, but it seemed that his body was trembling with the reaction. Crying or laughing... was hard to catch, but finally he finished with the hisses and twitching. "Ha! You want ten percent we will have? What is the percent of not to die? You help, we may not die!" Norman slowly gathered his wits, and tried to calmly share a little more, not knowing if the females and Trandoshan would be accepting the offer or not.

"The fact iss, we ssspent the money already. We need to cover our losses, and pay for the materialss we ussed! Also, the corproration need to sse some money, or we are ... ass humanss say, fucked very big!" then he gestured towards the tarp that was already lifted partially by the human, with his other hand towards the computer screen on the table. "Stop the curiossiti, and firsst sign the legal part of the non-dissclosure agreement, all of you! I cant tell more about the ssship, unless you sign it legal and binding! ... But I can tell you what will happen to the buyer. Ssshe will be assassinated! Needs to dissapear, and the sship have to be gone to! We need a pilot and an engineer, maybe a third to fill the crew and fly the ship ssafely after it iss gone, and we make accident ass a cover! Can't tell you more without your interesst and signss..."
 
Vella Kain

Not for the first time in her life, or even on this night she began to feel she would have been better staying at the poker table.

She signed "ok, so you have nothing except the ship and the owner" she moved over to review the contracts "so tell me why not simply let the owner take the ship and not worry about it" she sighed again "let me guess you felt you needed money and so took an assassination job against her, and have already spent the money on that so you are now need to deliver or annoy dangerous people - and you have no idea how to kill anyone so you approached randomers in a bar to see about doing it" looking him in the eye "and you just got very lucky that I thought there might be something interesting here and went after you".

Picking up the contract she spoke without bothering to look at him this time "for your sake please make sure to speak respectfully to us from here on - if we take this at worst we are seemingly doing you a solid favour, and at best saving your life", in truth a decent ship was worth a fair bit, but she did like credits more in general.

Knowledge(bureaucracy): take 10: 20
-reading the contract carefully.
 
"Sso wait...you want us to actually kill this owner? If you're not offering us credits, and jusst the ship, we're going to need to know a LOT more than you're letting on. If all we're getting is a ship then we need to know everything about it, about the owner...esspecially if you want them dead." Bysk stated then, chiming in his own digression. He certainly had never killed anyone...it chilled Bysk a little to think about doing it for money.
 
Moving over to look at the document, Deasha'vida would smile, not barring her teeth, and would help look things over, checking the document, trying to analyze it's hidden meanings and legal loopholes. This was something that she was used to... and High Galactic was superbly suited for, In fact, if she remembered correctly, the main theory behind it's evolution came from the courts and politics, for the express purpose of having a hundred thousand extra shades of meaning and screwing people over.

Still, listening to the lizard, she agreed.... somewhat. Murder for credits? How plebeian.
 
"I don't know. Never done anything like this... What do you want to know? ... Oh, and you have to sign this non-disclosure agreement, that is legally binding, to get to know anything about the ship..." Norman shook his head, and vawed with his body as he tried to keep the eye on everyone, and to collect his thoughts. "Oh, not about the job, just knowing about whatever. It is legally binding for all of us, so we should be unable to tell a third party about the ship and any linked information. Trust me, this is very much legally binding... This way they can't get me for treason, even before the whole thing goes down! Staying out of the other felonies would be harder, but doable."

The document is not on the computer but a link to the holonet, and anyone signing it would be using not only any ID they have, but would still need to sign it by biometric code, as in agreeing verbally and taking a scan of the hand and fingers. Maybe even possible to use face recognition and eye-scan, the tabletop screen making it possible - but would need the handheld unit that Norman really want to have first. Without that, there would be no further proceedings.

If/when The Agreement is pulled up on the screen, it is linked to the Lantillian ShipWrights. At first glance it is a standard non-disclosure agreement, focused on 'otherwise awailable information collated in a way to show a commissioned spacecraft capabilities to a third party'. And Norman says that whoever has a pilot license should use the same ID's for signing this, and also provide the license information.

"There is no need to anybody to die. If we do it right, it would be an accident, even if you choose to try to get some money for the alive or dead primary buyer... Maybe both, as if any of you have a bounty-hunter license, you could possibly make a collection on her head, then get to have that accident, and later try for getting money for her being alive, from another source in another part of the galaxy... I can help with all of these, but desperately need the credit... When our needs are met, the remainder you can keep."
 
Vella Kain

"Not intending to meet anyone I have never met without some personal reason - we will try to keep whoever alive" it was more muttered to herself than the others.

At this point she had had effectively enough "not signing anything that clearly links me to a crime, here is the deal - any who accept get the ship, take the owner, and you give us the info you have as clearly as you can. And then we are done with you and you are done with them both. No additional money, no additional links, no ongoing problems etc. Accept that" she shrugged "or don't and I walk".

This time it was less natural she wanted it to work so she put forth a little effort to her control, and also toned her voice to be a final offer in case that was not acceptable.

Persuasion: #1d20+10 = 23
-Convince him he is out of options and she is going to walk.
Use the force(mind trick): #1d20+10 = 25
-Convince him to take the deal.

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Norman blinks, in his slow, rare, and alien way, while clicking with his tongue. "The problem is that I have to leave here at midnight, and could only carry legal passangers and cargo aboard. What is more, if I even succeeded to smuggle whoever comes onboard, I still need to stop whoever stays here keep his or her mouth, and cover my back legally. Of course, if you come without knowing what awaits you, then there is no need to sign it - unless you are the pilot, for I will need to set the papers and the computer up to let you pilot it. Without a legal pilot, it would be flying without your controls until it disappears... Which is not that bad! And I can set it up, so the propreitor could set up the pilot later..." Norman is already thinking and slithering to turn off the computer monitor on the table, but still wants the handheld scenner and small computer back before proceeding.

"Whoever comes with me would hear more on the way up to the shipyard station... I will tell everything you want to know..."
 
Nodding, Deasha'vida would be looking over the contract for fine print and loopholes, for ways and subtle meanings. Overall, she was wondering where the threat came from, and who he managed to annoy that much.

Knowledge (Bureaucracy); 1d20+10= 28
Perception (What is he hiding in terms of speech/body language); 1d20+8= 20
 
Vella Kain

She nodded, she wasn't sure she really understood him but if she didn't have to sign and got a free ship she could deal with the rest later, instead she focused on centering her mind for a minute as Deasha'vida reviewed the contract she had earlier reviewed, in case she needed mental manipulation later.
 
"Sssso, are you in? When we leave from here, there isss no going back..."

"Okay then... I pressent you, the ssssmall ssibling of the ssship, an operating lifeboat-yacht!" he goes to the tarp covered object, and tries to unveil it in one move.

At first glance, it is a little bit of a disappointment. While it looks okay, it is almost like a brick, on the verge of being a beauty, but still, it is almost an escape pod turned onto its side and stomped on it.

But... the hull is some metal with a reddish green hue, with blue lines here and there. It is a Huge thing, three meters tall on its landing pads, five meters wide with stabilizators and side-thrusters, and eight meter long with the exhausts for the drives - seems streamlined and somewhat all-together, but not much more than a normal pod...

"This is the luxury yacht life-boat for the ship. While quite finished, it is still devoid of any luxury..." Norman starts his sales pitch, meanwhile you can get onboard the life-jacht. It is very bare, but all cables and consoles are in their place, and the safety covers too, just misses the luxury. Or even the basic comfort. Definitely not good for life-saving or longer trips at the moment.
But... you can get some obvious information from the consoles. And the Sluissi blables about it even more...

Escape ship, Size Huge (-2), Lenght: 8m, Width: 5m, Height/depth: 3m
Str: 30 (+10), Dex: 12 (+1), Speed: 8/3, HP: 50, DR:10, SR:15, No Cargo space
Defenses: REF: 12, FORT: 20, Threshold: 30, Maximum atmospheric speed: 500-600 km/h
Crew (0): Droid Brain Pilot, Passangers: Life support for 5 days for 5 person. Extensive survival gear. (planned)
Hyperdrive Class 3; Sublight drive (3 squares); Shields SR15

Pilot droid brain (as Co-pilot at least):
Int 12 (Freighter category), Trained and skill focus in Piloting: +11, always fight defensively, giving a +10 dodge bonus to Ref def.
Tained in Mechanics to Reroute Power and Recharge Shields – can Raise and Lower Shields too. Can Aid Another in these.
(Diagnostics package (+2) and extra Int (+2) planned)

But you are quite flummoxed at the moment what the building material is. What Norman does not say, that it must have the same cost as a normal sized ship...

The trip is fully done by the droid-brain, if you do not want to "help", and it seems the sluissi is using some palmprint like identification or other scan to start the process. It is an almost silent lift off, but your hairs are standing up, and the electrostatic a little bit uncomfortable, until the engines fully lift off the lifeboat. Leaving into the silent night sky, it seems that the cruising is comfortable, but maybe would be better if you do not have to grip the console or the walls, as the only chair is occupied by the friendly alien...

"The only thing thiss sssmall thing doess not have iss weaponss and any sspace to put anything... The interior will contain a sssurvival kit enough for five persson for a week in space, and another week if they could land... I would leave thiss chair, but maybe would need to put in some collapssable oness... We added everything the besst that we could fit... but we needed ssspace for the sshields too... And the ssublight drive... While the main ssship hass a lot of ssspace to add ssystems, thiss little one could only carry extrass outsside, or insside here... Not built in... Better nobody triess to modify anything ever..."


"So... about the female... I am running some searches on her at the moment, and would be able to tell you which areas you should keep away from... It would be better if she cooperated, but being who she is, I am not sure she would. Today she is meeting someone higher up... Then sshe is sssuppoed to inssspect how her ssship is..."
 
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