Taras shakes his head and touches the hidden saber at his wrist, but doesn't comment. He isn't liking these developments, moving further and further away from the straightforward mission their Master had given them. Still, if this was necessary to meet their goal, so be it.
"I repeat, Cardis Rin, do I have permission to dock with your ship so that I make the delivery to you in person?" The Pilot asks.
"You have permission to dock. I will meet you by the cargo bay."
Catching Taras's eye, he says, "Why don't you assist me in getting our new cargo?"
He then heads below to the docking area.
"Of course." Taras quickly steps behind Cardis, glad to have something to occupy his time, and to have a firsthand look at the cargo--and its deliverer.
Noss remains in the cockpit, monitoring the sensors for any surprises...
Praxis hops out of his A-Wing once he's successfully docked. The togruta peels off his flight mask and visor, sniffing the air with a half-grin. He's pulling a large case from the storage unit on the tiny craft. There's not much room for anything else, it seems.
As a togruta he is taller than most humans. His red and white pattern seems unusually aggressive for one of his kind, and his eyes are an amber color. He has a number of thin scars on his face; one down the right side between his eye and his ear, one across the chin, and another across his left montral. They look long since healed. He's wearing a black flightsuit that has the shiny bits of metal dulled. It fits a little loosely, like it was meant more for mobility than anything else. One of the breast pockets of the flightsuit has a pack of cigarettes (or the star wars equivalent) sticking out.
Even if he sees the others approaching, he reclines back against the side of his A-wing, watching as they walk up.
Noss leans back in the co-pilots chair, reaching out and flipping a switch. A viewscreen flickers to life, showing the hangar ,the pilot already lounging against his vessel.
Noss switches his attention between the hangar monitor and the sweep of the sensor grid..
Taras Cardis and Siar head to the hatch to greet the new arrival. Praxis steps onto the small ship and after a brief review of the goods that he requested, Cardis is satisfied with what he has received.
Siar nods to Praxis, "For some reason you look familiar to me, have we met before?"
Noss, as you sit in the co-pilot's screen you see that there is an incoming holo message.
"Possibly." He replies to Siar. "Depends on what systems you've been in."
Siar smiles, "I've been to every system my dear, my talents have long been in demand".
The message priority has been switched to urgent.
Praxis breaks into a wry grin. "Then we're in similar circles." He replies. "My name's Thorpe. Praxis Thorpe. And you?"
"Pleasantries in a moment, Praxis. The cargo?"
Taking the case from him, Cardis removes the sword and turns to Taras. It occurred to me while you were fighting the Wookie you had no alternate weapon to your saber. This should suffice. It has been treated with Sith Alchemy, so will provide you with a surprise should we face any Jedi or Imperial Knights in our task."[/b]
He gives Taras the sword.
Taras takes the sword and draws it from its scabbard, admiring the work. It seems a quite functional piece, and the addition of Sith Alchemy could only make it more devastating. "As always, my thanks for your forward thinking, Cardis."
Noss at first ignored the indicator the a holocall was incoming, choosing instead to watch the interaction with the newcomer.
However, as the beeping grew more insistent, he stabbed a finger at the console to accept the transmission....
The face of Darth Wyyrlock appears to you through the holonet, "Good, I caught you in time I trust? Tell me, is the agent who is delivering Cardis' goods presently with you Noss Varra?"
"The name rings no bells. I am Siar, of the Chiss Ascendancy. These gentlemen and I have worked together for some time now, without question we are the best of the best the Sith have to offer in terms of information gathering and infiltration. It is a pity you could not travel with us..."
Noss immediately straightens in his chair and bows his head, before responding, "No , M'Lord, he is currently meeting with the others down at the air lock."
Praxis grins, displaying a mouth full of sharp teeth. "Ah, that would be why." he says, his eyes amused. "Infiltration, yes. Information gathering... Not my forte."
His tongue darts across his lips. "I'm more of an... infiltrate and threat removal kind of guy."
Cardis is immediately intrigued. Someone who actually was skilled at threat removal would be highly useful for this mission. A pity he wasn't vaccinated. But then, it wasn't like they needed him after this mission, anyway.
"Threat removal, you say? Skills such as that could be quite useful where we're going."
The togruta gives a shrug. "I'm pretty hard to find when I don't want to be. Though if you're offering a job..." he looks down at his datapad. "I think my schedule just opened up. Tell me the details."
"Darth Kryat has requested the presence of Siar on Coruscant for a delicate diplomatic matter with the Chiss. Instruct her to take the ship piloted by the Togruta back here. Praxis will join your group on your current mission. Is this understood?"
Noss bow his head, "Your will be done, M'Lord." he intones respectfully, then waits for the connection to be severed.
He rises and walks swiftly to the airdock.
"We just had a transmission from Lord Wyyrlock." he states simply, "Siar , Lord Kyrat wishes you to take the A-Wing and make haste back to Corusant...something about trouble with the Chiss. "
He then looks to the newcomer, "You must be the pilot. You're to stay and assist us on our task."
His Master's orders relayed, Noss turns in a swirl of cloack and robe and retreats to his monitoring of the sensor grid.
Chuckling, Cardis says, "Well, that answers that question. Looks like you'll be staying with us. Siar, be quick. We may have need of you."
Praxis sighs, stepping aside to let Siar access the airlock. "Ignition code is C6H3251Z." he says.
wiping his hands, he looks at Cardis again. "So is there anything I need to know about this op?"
"The quick version? We're going to a mining planet in the Tion Cluster that is currently under blockade by the Corporate Sector Authority due to the outbreak of a deadly disease. We're going there to find a Hutt, assassinate him, and then tell his brother we did it so we can get secret space routes through the Tion Cluster that none of our enemies have. You brought me several poison darts coated with a diseased hat is very similar symptomatically to the one on the planet. Our goal is to infect him with the disease and then make sure he dies. Any questions?"
Taras nods at his fellow Sith when Noss lets them know what's going on, and looks back to the conversation at hand. "When you put it like that, Cardis, we almost sound like bounty hunters," he comments.
"Hmmm." Praxis makes a 'not bad' style of frown. "Make sure he dies? Happens to be a specialty of mine. Does it need to be a public execution or do you prefer it be handled... Privately??"
Siar curses and smiles at Praxis, "Good hunting the gentlemen. I shall deal with this crisis and attempt to communicate with you later". She steps on board the A-Wing and releases it, taking the ship back to Coruscant and away from the group with which she has had so much success.
Siar hands Praxis a datapad with some relevant information as to his false identity before she takes the ship back to Coruscant.
Praxis looks over the datapad and the identity within. He grins, showing a mouth full of sharp pointed teeth. "Ghost, huh?" he muses, looking up from the pad. "Are you sure that this wasn't made for me?"
"Not initially. We can make it work, though. Now, let's go kill a Hutt."
Turning back to the cockpit, he says, "Oh, and 'Colvin', we are bounty hunters. For now, anyway."
"Of course." Taras inclines his head to Cardis and Praxis and moves to take stock of the gear stored in the ship's bay, checking over the equipment and making sure it's all in order.
"Oh! It's a Hutt?" Praxis asks, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Splendid. Lead the way."
As Cardis gets ready to make the jump to lightspeed again he pauses getting the feeling something is just not right.
Narrowing his eyes, Cardis double checks the coordinates, then makes a small tweak. "We must ensure the CIS doesn't spot us. The original coordinates would have put us too close to the planet." As he prepares for the jump to hyperspace, he chuckles and says, "And we have very good means of avoiding detection."
Noss leans over to help, but sees that Cardis had made the appropriate adjustments, "Hmmm, that wouldv'e been a bit dicey....nice catch, Card." he says, leaning back in the co-pilots chair,ready to watch the lightshow of hyperspace fly by.
Praxis will spend most of the time of the hyperspace flight in meditation, or sharpening a vibroknife, or reading the specs for different ranged weapons off of a datapad.
The dazzling display shows the ship enter and exit hyperspace several times, you would all assume, to avoid dangers which would smash even this ship to smithereens. Finally the last jump is calculated and the Scimitar comes out of hyperspace perilously close to an asteroid field.
Narrowing his eyes as he detects the disabled fighter, Cardis says, "There is a small star fighter disabled on the scanners, as well as other fighters searching for it. The Dreadnaught is also actively sweeping the area. Fortunately, the fighters seem to have already searched this spot, and we are out of the Dreadnaught's sensor range. I'm activating the cloaking device so we can pass through the search and blockade without issue."
Narrowing his eyes at the disabled fighter on the scanners, Cardis says, "There is a disabled fighter in the scanners nearby. In case it is merely playing dead as an early warning system, I'm activating the cloaking device now, as opposed to closer to the blockade."
Cardis fires up the cloaking Device, and the Scimitar vanishes into the inky blackness of space.