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    fellowknight

    The Devil In The Details
    As Derek walked away from the table, having issued his orders, Baroth couldn't help but smirk after the hunter's comment. He had to admit to being awfully shady during their business on Eregin, and even more so In paranoia. And while he was sure he'd crippled his own contacts and himself in the process, it was never too late for him to start being useful in some way. Or at the very least, making enough contact to fit in with the others, then having Oracle run a few background checks, incognito of course. Even that wouldn't be easy. In the meantime of adjusting to the group, he'd keep an eye on those around him and the payout. It was rather amazing what Fifty-million credits could do for those who played the game right; i.e., those who made sure not many of the others were left.

    He was among bounty hunters after all. It wouldn't be crazy to be cautious, considering his long-lost bounty, which he'd prefer to keep lost.

    When Derek walked off and Jessica had been dragged off by Marek's 'pilot', Skylar, Baroth heard Simus ask about a dessert on the menu and turned to respond.

    "Ooh, I've had that before. Expensive and tasty, as long as you don't mind possibly contracting diabetes." He laughed lowly. "Just kidding. It's a good eat." Concerning his other question, Baroth stuffed his hand into the pocket of his pants, retrieving a light handful of credits. "See these metal chips? These are called credits, and they pass as the currency. Some planets still use the traditional currency, but this has a much wider influence." He dropped the credits into Simus' hand, nodding to the ruins of his food. "Should be enough to pay for the meal. You owe me by the way."

    "As far as making credits, there are several places you could start. Obviously you have, " he gestured to the group at the table. "Us. Bounty hunters. You know how that goes," He said, his statement hollow. "But there's other small times jobs, like working at the market or volunteering to work elsewhere. I heard Blacklight's been hurting for more community work so there should be plenty that needs doing." He hailed down a dunmer waitress, and asked for a mug of Beer. Then he turned back to Simus.

    "You should keep up with the newspaper though. That's like the Black Horse Courier Cyrodiil had a couple thousand years back. There's usually job offers somewhere In there. Knowing you though, you probably go into..." He trailed off, realizing it was an unwise idea to finish his statement. Especially here. "...cooking."

    When his beer arrived later, he eagerly downed it, taking another of Simus' napkins, after asking, and wiped his lips. He folded the napkin and set it down close to himself, raising his beer for another sip.
     
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    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Corvis watched the woman leave with Jessica. He was pretty sure he knew why she'd taken her leave so abruptly. And it wasn't just because the topic had changed from a firefight to getting into house Ambrosia. Skylar, if that really was her real name, had to have some connections to Imperial intelligence. Or, she was an agent herself. It made sense, all things considered. The bounty had been posted by a very rich Imperial noble. Ataro was obviously wanted by Imperial intelligence, and they didn't much care about collateral damage.

    Strategically thinking, it made sense to plant an agent among those hunting the target. Whatever the intelligence operatives missed, the bounty hunters might not. Plus, she'd come in with Aden Marek, who was known to have worked for the Empire plenty of times in the past. The fact Skylar had all but dragged the girl along meant Jessica knew something as well.'Fine. I'll just have to have a little talk with both of them. But not now. And especially not when I'm out of armour.' He wasn't so much worried about the girl as he was the agent. She might not have looked like much but he was sure she had some tricks up her sleeve.

    "Come on. Let's go be off the grid together." The Khajiit woman muttered, tapping him on the shoulder. Corvis nodded and stood, leaving the old man and his apparent friend alone to discuss food and money. The walk to the safehouse wasn't particularly long, but he made sure to keep an eye out for any security forces that might have been tailing them. He wasn't pleased about having to lay low, but it was better than scaring Ataro off, and losing a chance at catching her.
     

    Baneloth

    Well-Known Member
    After wiping his stolen vehicle down for prints, and abandoning it in a part of town that was known for its thieves, Kyle made his way back to the safehouse on foot. By the time he returned, the Khajiit woman, the Breton bounty hunter, Corvis, and the hunter team made up of the Khajiit male and Lyssa, had beat him back. All of them were lounging around, their expressions ranging from bored to irritated. He'd heard a little about the shootout in the entertainment district. The authorities didn't know anything concrete, but blame for the attack was being placed on unidentified mercenaries working for the empire. Kyle was happy to let the authorities think that. Blacklight was already unfriendly to Imperials in general, so it wouldn't be a huge leap for them to conclude the empire was sponsoring terror assaults on enemy cities.

    Either way, unless the bounty hunters had been ridiculously careless, they shouldn't have much trouble. He muttered a greeting, before heading into the bathroom to wash the dried blood off his hands. His failed interrogation still bothered him. The man had been willing to go through an extraordinary amount of pain, just for a couple hundred credits. Which, he must have at least suspected, he'd never get to use. Kyle still had the credits on him in fact. He'd stuffed them into one of his belt pouches before leaving the old, abandoned warehouse. He didn't need them, but he'd have more use for them than a corpse.

    Returning from the bathroom, with much cleaner hands, he removed his helmet and set it on the coffee table that took up the center of the safehouses plain living room. He glanced at Corvis, Lyssa, and Dah'Sharrah. "From all reports, you three have had a pretty busy day." He commented. "It looks like the Blacklight media are playing it off as an Imperial sponsored terrorist attack, so we shouldn't have to worry too much , as long as we're careful." He shrugged. If they hadn't been, Kyle didn't have too many problems with losing them. After all, the less hunters there were at the end of the chase, the more he and Derek profited.

    He decided to take the time to get to know them a little better. From his research, he knew a little about each of their back grounds. But, it never hurt to have a good understanding of the folks you happened to be working with. "So. Unless you all want to sit quietly for the rest of the day, let's talk. Any interesting pasts? Anything we should know about that's going to compromise the job?" It was blunt, he knew, but Derek had taught him that sometimes, being blunt was the best approach.
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Dah'Sharrah and te others hadn't been in the safe house long before the younger of the two green armoured bounty hunters showed up. She remembered his name being Kyle. He informed them that the media outlets were telling everyone that the shootout had been a terror attack, staged by the Imperials. The Khajiit shrugged, not particularly caring who was blamed. Obviously, no one had managed to track them back to the safehouse, yet.

    Then the man asked about the groups past, anything that would compromise the hunt. She shrugged " Well, I'm guessing you've already checked into our backgrounds." She said,"I'm not sure how much there is to talk about. I fought for the Khajiit government for a while, before it got boring. I decided if I was going to fight, I might as well be entertained while doing it."
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    After watching Jessica leave and then almost everyone else Simus wasn't sure what to do with himself so he looked to Baroth. He was draining the last of his beer and taking Simus' napkins without asking but there were plenty so he didn't really care. He liked the idea of going to this brothel with Jessica and Baroth. They'd have a mission to keep them focused and he needed both of them. He trusted Jessica and wanted to trust Baroth but he had changed so much that was going to be very hard. That's why he was glad Jessica was there. If she couldn't watch Simus' back then Derek certainly could. Simus just met the man so he knew nothing about him but he was businesslike, professional and to-the-point. He was a leader and that was good enough for him.

    In the meantime Simus would need to arm himself with some modern weapons and armor and practice with them. He decided the safehouse would be the best place for that if it was up to its name so he followed Derek to the door.

    "I'm gonna head back to the safehouse with these guys Baroth. Thanks for lunch." He said before leaving. He arrived soon enough and Derek left the door open for him, which was nice since Simus didn't have a key. Or would know what one looked like nowadays. He passed by the Khajiit, silver man and other green armored man, Kyle he thought his name was, and talked to Derek when he stopped.

    "So Derek, looks like we've got a few hours until we have to leave and something tells me things are going to go wrong tonight. Do you have an armory here that I can gear up from. Baroth showed me some of his guns when he...found me yesterday and I had fun with something called an...assault rifle? A big heavy gun that sprays a bunch of glowing bullets that leave scorch marks and has a lot of kick? Yo know what I'm talking about? Some guns he showed me fired beams of light, others fired bits of metal. I'm guessing there's an important difference?"
     

    Baneloth

    Well-Known Member
    Derek left the bar and headed for the safehouse. He wanted to go over his armour and weapons before the evenings activities. The wraparound vision his helmet gave him allowed him to see the old man, Simus, leave the bar as well, and fall in behind him. The bounty hunter didn't protest. He seemed lost without Jessica or Baroth guiding him. Plus, he'd rather have him where he could keep an eye on him, rather than let him pester one of the others and get himself shot. When they reached the safehouse, he left the door open, remembering that Kyle hadn't assigned him an entrance code. He wondered if he should have him do that, but decided against it. If all went to plan, they wouldn't be on Eregin for much longer.

    He passed Kyle and the three hunters he'd sent back to the safe house. There was no sign of Skylar or Jessica,but he didn't let that bother him too much. He went to the armoury, and noticed Simus was still right behind him. He turned on his heel so abruptly that if the older man hadn't been paying attention, he would have rammed into Derek. The green armoured bounty hunter tilted his head to the side slightly, wondering what he wanted.

    Simus started talking about how they still had a few hours before they headed for house ambrosia. He also mentioned wanting to gear up, mentioning Baroth had showed off some of his guns. The request wasn't unreasonable. Also, he wouldn't have to rely on one of the others to protect him. He also had a question about energy based weapons, versus the rifles that used actual bullets. 'First things first' he thought. He went to one of the walk-in closets, motioning Simus over. " I think I have something for you." He showed the older man a set of armour. For the most part, it was a blue-grey in colouration, with gold stripes at the pauldron and breastplate. "A set of my dads old armour. He was about the same size as you, I think." He said quietly. He motioned to the bodysuit folded beside it. "There's the suit you put on underneath, and," He walked deeper into the closet, selecting one of spare helmets, a plain grey thing, with a darkened, horizontal visor. He made sure it was set to its basic setting before handing it to Simus.

    "Here's the helmet. Altogether, the armour works to keep you comfortable. More importantly, you can seal your suit. Provides you with a couple hours of air, if you end up in hard vacuum. Or someone tries to use poison gas." He explained. "As for rifles..." He lead him to the opposite side of the room, and opened another set of doors, revealing a rack of rifles, pistols, carbines, grenade launchers, and a few blades. "The main difference between energy based and kinetic is the recoil and range. Kinetic will give a nasty knockback, and can effect accuracy. Most kinetic based weapons are obsolete. Armour, like mine, can take a good pounding from bullets and still be fine." He gestured to the energy weapons. "Now, energy weapons: Less kick, better accuracy...can burn through a lot, with concentrated fire. But it all depends on a power setting. Lighter energy weapons won't put a dent in most armoured targets. There's heavy weaponry, but that takes more power. You'd need to haul a bunch of extra power packs around to be effective. Like that Khajiit man out there." He crossed his arms and stepped aside. "So: Make your choice."
     
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    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Corvis crossed his arms as the younger of the two green armoured bounty hunters started a not so subtle interrogation. He wanted to know if any of the hunters currently in the safe house had any past with the Imperials or anything else that would hurt their chances of success. The Khajiit woman answered first. Something about having fought for the Khajiit government before going freelance. Corvis decided to speak up next. He didn't have much to add, but it was better than keeping his mouth shut. "Not much to tell. I've worked for the Empire, worked against it. Mostly done freelance jobs. Don't know if there's anyone out there I've dealt with that would cause problems now. Most of the people I've brought in are dead. Or wishing they were." He shrugged. "That about covers it."
     

    fellowknight

    The Devil In The Details
    Baroth nodded to Simus as he left and sat up in his chair, taking sip from the foamy beer mug and wiping his grizzled beard a moment after.

    It was good to have Simus back. As much as he wanted to break the man's nose for putting Baroth into useless grief for years, he couldn't deny SImus wouldn't be useful in the future's time. He was calculating, tactical, and skillfull all around and those were very good traits to carry in the nowaday-age.

    But he was also sentimental, compassionate, and traditional by the same chip which could just as easily get him killed or put away for life. He was smart enough to adapt though, and Baroth respected his ability to do so in a short time. The fact that he hadn't been mugged or shot yet showed such intelligence.

    Baroth had to admit, it would take a very long time for Simus to trust him after all the centuries they'd been apart. In the old days, they'd fought together countless times and watched each other's backs but times had changed dramatically since then. This wasn't Nirn, or Skyrim, Or even the cozy aclove Baroth used to call home.

    He was a long ways from home and so was Simus. Losing Alice had hurt him but learning she had lived a good life must've comforted him, given the two were practically inseperable. Perhaps in time Simus would come to understand why Baroth had become the man he was. Then they could actually enjoy a beer, like in the old days. He'd have to keep that in mind.

    WHen Baroth finished his beer and left quite a generous tip, he left the bar and re-armored himself on the way to the safehouse, stuffing his helmet under his arm. He was able to catch the doors before they closed and promptly walked into the safehouse. In the living area, The silver armored hunter and khajiit pair sat on either of the crimson lush couches, with the younger green armored hunter, all of which seemed to be in the middle of a discussion.

    He offered them a small nod before moving to an open walk-in closet where Simus and the older hunter were, examining some low-grade weapons and armor. Baroth leaned on the doorframe and watched them for a second.

    So he's finally playing catch-up...

    With a glance around the closet, Baroth was able to see why the hunter's father might have been a rather wealthy individual. Even if these weapons were low-grade and the armor was mediocre, it was the fact the he had a whole closet of the equipment. In his own safehouse with gold-trimmed couches and scan entry cabins. Yes, he'd have to ask Oracle to consult cyberspace about the financial status of this man. He had plenty of time to catch his facial features. His name would follow.

    He tapped his helmet on the metal frame to get their attention, standing straight when they turned to him. He directed his words towards Derek.

    "Don't mean to interrupt. I'm going on a little recon, see if i can't find a way into the brothel without an obvious entry. I'll be sure to mark the patrols and the hotspots. I'll link my hud to the living room monitor so we all have a chance to see the compound itself, at least for those who haven't seen it." He slipped his helmet of twisting it into place with a faint click. "If it's possible, i'll try to gain access to the brothel and see what else i can find. But if the owner," An ID picture of a Breton man popped onto his visor, complements of Oracle. "Dorvalle, is as lenient a man as he appears to be, it shouldn't be too hard to ease past the guards. I won't go so far as to jeopradize the whole job. I'll keep my distance."

    He lingered a moment to allow the hunter his reaction before he moved on. To be honest, no one was a leader here. Well, Simus was a potential one, but he'd need time to find out what that meant in this age. But Derek was the one who'd gladfully provided the safehouse and armory, so he was the logical one to refer to. Being he assumed the leadership role earlier at the bar told Baroth he would be in the position for quite some time. But there were such things as wolf herders in this line of work.
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Simus was very impressed at the arsenal Derek's dad had assembled. None of the weapons looked as sophisticated as the ones Baroth had shown him but there were a lot more of them. Enough to equip a full platoon of legionnaires and then some. There was also a generous supply of small metal devices that looked like the "grenades" Baroth had also shown him. Some were small drums, others were circle shape and all of them had pins and large grips on top. Something you had to pull out to light the fuses he guessed. His eyes inevitably went to the blades. They were plain but very well crafted. Each was practically identical and almost all of them were large knives. The smith in Simus couldn't help but admire their perfection but frowned at the complete lack of art or creativity. He wondered how useful a knife would be in a world with all these new weapons but common sense dictated that guns were diminished in close combat and knives made much less noise. The trick, then, was to get close enough before you got shot. That would require stealth or speed and Simus was well versed in both. Perhaps there would be a place for an old warrior like him after all.

    The armor Derek showed him was just as impressive even if the color scheme was appalling. He was sure there was a way to change it though and so long as it protected him as well as Derek said it did it wouldn't matter what it looked like. As for what weapons to choose Simus was torn. Energy weapons sounded like the clear winner over kinetic weapons but his gut told him that kinetic weapons were more common and easier to maintain. It made in his mind considering kinetic weapons weren't that far from the crossbows he knew and they required less maintenance than a mages staff or wand. That required constant polishing and recharging and if energy weapons worked on a similar principle than they must have similar requirements. Still, he had barely tried either and couldn't really make an informed decision.

    "I'm not sure." He finally said. He picked up the chest plat of the armor. It was light and smooth. "I'm not sure about this armor. It feels too small, too light. Like I could be crushed with one good blow. Maybe It'll feel different once I've changed but in my experience armor that feels this way can't stand up to much. As for the weapons you clearly favor energy weapons but the fact you have kinetic weapons means that they have a place in this world. I'd like to try some of each and make up my own mind. Where can...?"

    Baroth interrupted with his sudden presence and the announcement that he was going to reconnoiter the Brothel for tonight. That was a good idea. They'd need all the help they could get and maybe Simus could get a second opinion on the weapons while he was here. "That sounds good Baroth. I think I'd like to stay here and explore these new weapons. I'd like to go to a place where I can practice shooting them, get a feel for them. Derek was explaining the difference between kinetic and energy weapons. He said that kinetic is obsolete for the most part but I'm guessing they're cheaper and easier to get. Especially in a poor neighborhood like this. Jessica was explaining something called a "battle rifle" earlier and how it's like that "assault rifle" you showed me but it was a bit much. For a girl who can't talk she sure communicates fast with...whatever little box she uses to make words with. Which do you recommend? Kinetic or energy? And which kind did you show me on your ship? Because I really liked the big gun that fires lots of metal bits that glow and scatter all over the place. The other one with the scope and the beam of light was nice but not as cathartic."

    He was babbling and just realized it.

    "Sorry. Here I am prattling on about weapons you're all used to. I'm afraid the smith and machinist in me rambles on about such things."
     

    willowwisp

    Well-Known Member
    Lyssa listened as the others explained a little about their past. Both Corvis and Dah'Sharra told their stories, and she was aware of both of them staring at her. "I guess it's my turn, huh?" Mar, still sitting quietly on the couch, shook his head ever so slightly. She knew he didn't want her giving away too much of their shared past. She respected that. It was, after all, his story as well, and blurting everything out would be unfair to him.

    "Not much to tell about myself. Born on Theren, became a mercenary, and then I got into bounty hunters trade." She nodded towards Mar, "I met up with Mar a few years ago. We've been working together ever since." She glanced up as Derek and two of the others entered the safehouse. "As for the empire, I worked for an Imperial lord for a time. We didn't part ways on the best of terms."The dark armoured man that seemed to only follow the older man walked back outside. "Where's mister dark and brooding off to?" She wondered out loud.
     

    Baneloth

    Well-Known Member
    Simus lifted the chestplate of the armour and announced that it felt too light and small. "The armour's designed to distribute the impact from weapons evenly. So long as you don't stand still while you're being shot at, you'll be fine." In answer to the man stating he wanted to try out both types of weapons, he said " Behind the safe house. No one around here minds a little weapons fire, as long as you don't actually hit anyone." They were interrupted by Simus' black armoured friend using his helmet to knock on the doorway. He didn't look too impressed by the racks of weaponry, nor the armour.'The man probably wouldn't recognize good kit if it bit in the ass'. Derek thought snidely. The thought was very uncharitable, but Derek didn't have much respect for those that only bought the most expensive, fancy looking weapons and armours. The more upgraded your armour was, the more of a target you were. He'd been taught that so long as he took care of his equipment, his equipment would take care of him.

    Rather than voicing that out loud, he listened to the man announced he was going to perform some recon on house Ambrosia. He mentioned he'd be marking the patrol routes and hotspots, as well as linking his hud to the living room monitor. Derek shrugged, "fine. Don't get shot. Or do, if you want." He selected a blaster rifle and kinetic based rifle, loaded both, and left Simus to his own devices. From the doorway, he heard the Imperial woman, Lyssa ask about what Simus' friend was up to. "He's headed to Ambrosia. Wants to check the place out before we move on it."
     

    Andre Marek

    You can run, but you'll only die tired...
    Skylar and Jessica ambled slowly through the maze of alleys that surrounded Varastians safehouse on their way back from the commercial district with Skylar leading the way. Both women had bought a few items to help get them into House Ambrosia. While body armor and weapons would no doubt be involved at some point, Skylar was a stealth specialist and was of the mind that gaining entrance to the club more subtly would be of some benefit. If she could get into the club as a patron, it might be possible to feed the others others intel about the guards. It would almost certainly make it easier for the more heavily armed of the group to get past security if they had someone inside.

    As they closed in on the safe house, Skylar stopped and gave Jessica a serious look, "Listen Jessica, I know you're not an idiot. You know just as well as I do why I drug you away from that table. It wasn't exactly subtle but I wasn't sure if you'd caught Corvis' suspicion. I'd rather not let any of the others find out about who I actually am. Not that I would bother them, my goals are the same as theirs, but I doubt they would appreciate me being around if they knew that I am Imperial Intelligence. I trust that you wouldn't let that information slip Jessica. Aden isn't here..." Skylar paused, briefly wondering if she was going too far, "... But there is an Imperial embassy." Skylar lowered her voice slightly, hoping that Jessica would understand her meaning.

    She turned swiftly, not giving the young woman a chance to respond Skylar resumed walking towards the safe house. She almost regretted being so blunt with Jessica but she was an agent first. She wasn't going to risk her mission for the sake of being friendly.

    As she rounded the last corner to the safehouse, Skylar came face to face with the stranger, Baroth who they'd picked up on Cyris. The man was fully armored and seemed to barely take notice of her as he brushed past, nearly shoulder checking her out of the way. "Bloody oaf. Watch where you're going or I'll show you just how much good that armor won't do you." She rolled her eyes and brushed inside the doors with Jessica not far behind. Several of the others were gathered in the main room, chatting idly, no doubt trying to kill some time before they made a move on House Ambrosia.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Lyssa told the story of what she'd done before bounty hunting, and how she'd met her partner, Mar. The black armoured man walked past and left the safehouse. Lyssa asked where she was off to, and Derek replied that he was headed to house Ambrosia to do a preliminary recon of the place. Deciding to armour up, in preparation for the move on house ambrosia. Plus, he wanted to be ready for the Imperial if she decided to show up before they left. He wanted to confront her before they went after Ataro. He returned to the living room, and grinned under his helmet as both the woman and Jessica walked inside.

    'Right on time.' He thought, resting his hand on the butt of his pistol. He walked towards the pair, and stopped well out of arms reach. "Hey. Skylar, right?" He didn't bother having them follow him to a more secluded area. If the woman really was an Imperial agent, she was dangerous. He'd met enough of her kind working for and against the Empire to know that Intelligence agents didn't mess around. Especially when their covers were blown. Plus, everyone should hear what he had to say. He couldn't be the only one who had suspicions about Skylar. He glanced at Jessica, who, he was sure, knew something about the woman. "You might as well stick around, kid."

    Looking back to Skylar, he said "so. I've been watching you. I've drawn some conclusions. One: You're not a bounty hunter. That's obvious. The way you act, what you wear. Two: You're Imperial intelligence. Right after Lyssa, Dah'Sharrah and I got back from Ataro's apartment, you showed up right after. Only, you apparently didn't know anything about what had happened, even though the news outlets were already reporting it as an Imperial terror attack." He paused, "But you didn't mention anything about it. You played ignorant. Let us do the talking, finding out how much we knew. Then you took off before the girl here, " he nodded at Jessica. "Could blab, and dragged her along for insurance. Only one thing I'm not sure about: You're either a loyal Imperial, following us around to report on anything we find that your people missed, or...you're a traitor. Helping Ataro stay ahead of us, and your people."

    He leaned against the wall opposite them. "So. Which is it, Skylar? And remember, Marek isn't around to hold your hand. And we're on a world that doesn't exactly friendly towards Imperials. Which means, if I don't believe you, we take a stroll down to the Dominion base, and you can spill your guts to them. I heard they're offering a nice bounty for live Imperial agents. Or, if you like, I can shoot you, and claim whatever it is their offering for dead Imperial agents. Your choice."
     

    willowwisp

    Well-Known Member
    "He's headed to Ambrosia. Wants to check the place out before we move on it." Derek told her, and she frowned. "Him? I don't think that guys ever heard the word 'discreet' in his life." Lyssa grumbled, crossing her arms. "Give me twenty minutes, and I could be in and out with all the info you'd need." She felt a tap on her shoulder, and glanced over to see Mar. "What?"

    Instead of answering, the hulking Khajiit nodded towards the doorway of the main common room. Corvis had left without her or Dah'Sharrah noticing, apparently. Now he was back, and in full armour, plus weapons. Mar had removed his helmet and leaned towards her so one of his ears was closer to her. "When did he get all armoured up?"
    "Mar saw him leave a few minutes ago. He is up to something, this one thinks." Her partner muttered.
    "I wonder what he's up to. It's not time to hit Ambrosia yet."

    Then the woman with the ballistic vest walked in, the bald, scarred girl in tow. Corvis moved to intercept them. And then he stopped them, casually mentioning he knew she was an Imperial agent, threatening to take her in to the Dominion base on the planet. Mar was on his feet on an instant,eyes narrowed, and he snarled something in Khajiiti. From what she understood of the language, it was something very unflattering. He started towards Skylar, and Lyssa grabbed the back of his arm and tugged him backwards. "Don't!" She hissed. She didn't want the others knowing about the pairs less than friendly dealings with Imperial Intelligence. Though, seeing as Mars arms were almost as wide as her leg, he could probably pick her up and throw her at Skylar, if he was so inclined. Luckily for Lyssa, he only snarled quietly and sat down again. "So what now?" He muttered. She shushed him and nodded at the Imperial. "Pay attention. Let's see what or who this Imp is really after."
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Arcanus Morne stretched as the troop transport he was in entered the atmosphere of Eregin. He'd arrived in the Eregin system a day ago, aboard the Dominion star destroyer Tormentor. Officially, the destroyer had been assigned to the Aldmeri blockade of the planet, shoring up the defense lines. Unofficially, the Tormentor was under Arcanus' command. The command crew, along with the ships compliment of marines, had been handpicked, and were known for their loyalty to the Thalmor. Arcanus and a compliment of Thalmor shock troopers were heading down to Eregin to see what, exactly, was taking the Dominion forces so long to wrap up the fighting on the planet. The war was spreading, and the ships and troops in the system were needed elsewhere. "Lieutenant Aedoth. Give me a report on the enemy and friendly forces on Eregin."

    The lieutenant, an Altmer woman in charge of the platoon of shocktroopers pulled a datapad from her belt, and read from it. " Enemy forces consist of Argonian rebels. Poorly armed, but resourceful. A few Imperial strike teams have been seen fighting in the deserts. Slavers and pirates frequent the deserts as well. They claim neutrality, and have attacked both sides. The Imperials have an embassy in the capital, Blacklight. Enemy space navy forces consist of a few dozen destroyers and support craft. More come in after each engagement. Our ground forces consist of three companies of Dominion infantry. Plus, a platoon of Thalmor shock troopers. Dumneri allied forces consist of Dunmer regulars, and police forces. Our navy consists of exactly twenty destroyers, thirty three frigates, forty cruisers, and two dreadnoughts."

    Arcanus held his hand out, and the lieutenant placed the 'pad in his hand. He had no reason to mistrust the woman, but he always preferred to see the intel himself. He learned that a major Jaerosin was in command of the Dominion forces, and currently in the main base, in the capital of Blacklight. "Thirty seconds to landing." The pilot reported, and Morne handed the datapad back to the lieutenant. The transport touched down on one of the bases landing pads, and the ramp began to lower. The platoon of shock troopers preceded him down the ramp, forming an honour guard at the base of it. Once down the ramp, and into the dry heat of Eregin, he also noticed major Jaerosin standing at attention near the shock troopers. He was sweating and looked very uncomfortable.

    Once Arcanus was a little less than a metre away, the mer said, "welcome to Eregin, agent. We, uh...we weren't made aware you were coming." He glanced from the very visible bandolier of knives across his chest, then to the pistol at his hip.

    "That was the point, major." He gestured to the doors of the base. "Shall we?"

    "Oh, yes, of course." The major licked his lips as he walked with Arcanus towards the door. "I, ah, I don't think I got your name, agent."

    "Morne. Arcanus Morne, major. Not that it's any of your concern." They entered the base, receiving salutes from the door guards. Once they'd reached the majors office, Arcanus had him wait outside while a couple of shock troopers went in and swept the room for explosives and listening devices.

    They were out a couple of minutes later, and one of the troopers reported " the room is secure, agent."

    Morne and the major stepped inside, and Arcanus closed the office door. "Major. I'm here because high command is getting impatient. You should have had the war won by now. The troops under your command are needed elsewhere, not putting down local insurrections."

    The major paled. He knew what it meant to disappoint high command. Usually, a sudden end to ones' career, if not their life. "It's not been that simple. These insurgents are causing problems everywhere. Not to mention the Imperial strike teams."

    Arcanus smiled an unpleasant smile. "I see. And while we're on the topic of Imperials: why is an Imperial embassy in Blacklight still operational?"

    "I'm not sure I follow, agent. The embassy wasn't designated a target."

    "And I suppose you never thought that the Imperials were allowing insurgents who happened to be Imperial citizens safe haven in the embassy?" Arcanus asked, though he didn't expect an answer. "Lock it down. Have the embassy staff sent back to Imperial space. If they refuse to leave Eregin, have them arrested."

    "Arrested? On what charges?"

    "I'm sure you can think of something, major. If not, we can arrange an accident. Either way,high command wants Dominion troops off Eregin within a week. If you can't manage that, we'll find someone more competent." He turned to leave. He had no real wish to stay on Eregin, not when there were still half a dozen more places he needed to visit before the end of the month.

    "But what about the bounty hunters?"

    Arcanus stopped in his tracks. He knew the bounty hunters were probably irrelevant, but ever since the unfortunate events of eight years ago, he couldn't help but feel phantom pains in his limbs and back. Being blasted off a catwalk hadn't killed him, but he still woke in cold sweat remembering what had occurred after the bounty hunters had taken the Psyrakon girl and ran. He still remembered the moans as the creatures shuffled their way towards him...curling his hands into fists, he turned on the major. "What bounty hunters?"

    "A group of them. Arrived two or three days ago. Blacklight air traffic controller passed on their names." The major went to the computer at his desk and turned it on. " Aden Marek, Corvis Allendis, Dah'Sharrah,Derek Varastian-"

    Arcanus turned on the major, a savage light in his eye. "Did you just say Marek? Aden Marek? And Varastian? "

    Looking puzzled, the major nodded. "Yes, among others. Agent, is something wrong?"

    "No. Nothing at all. I don't suppose you know where I can find these bounty hunters?"

    "No. But I may know why they're here. One of my off-duty men reported hearing the whole group of them talking about some Imperial woman...Allana? Ataro? Something like that."

    "And the hunters are after her. Which means if I find her, I find them...." mused Arcanus.

    "No need, sir. I can have my men find and arrest them." Major Jaerosin said.

    "You'll do no such thing. You've already fouled up the Dominions involvement on Eregin enough. Leave the bounty hunters to me."

    "As you wish, then. If you're going after them, you might be interested to know that they also mentioned moving in on house Ambrosia tonight. It's in the entertainment district."

    "Thank you, major. The shocktroopers will remain here to ensure you follow instructions. I have some bounty hunters to find."

    Ten minutes later, Arcanus was outside the base, and on his way to the entertainment district. He'd contacted his handler, and assured the mer it was essential he stay on Eregin a little while longer. What he had planned wouldn't take very long, and at the same time, he could keep an eye on major Jaerosin.
     

    Andre Marek

    You can run, but you'll only die tired...
    Damnit... Skylar narrowed her eyes and bit back a retort to Corvis' accusation. The fighter in her wanted to pull her pistol and put a high energy bolt right through his visor but the rational, logical side of her knew she wouldn't have made it more than five steps before the others blasted her. Besides, she didn't really have any problem with the man despite him having blown her cover wide open and making her job that much more difficult. Without her cover, she knew the others would be far less likely to trust her or fully include her in the hunt. She would have to make due though. Corvis had been far too close to the mark for her to weasel her way out this time. She would have to come clean and hope the others didn't take it the wrong way.

    Before she could open her mouth to respond however, she noticed the large Khajiit merc stand up, hand going for his gun, and growling something under his breath. Although she understood the language, he was just a little too far away for her to hear him clearly. It was still obvious that he was very upset and that it seemed to be directed at her. She dropped her own hand to the grip of her blaster but the Khajiits friend touched his arm and shook her head. The big cat continued to glare at Skylar but didn't otherwise move.

    Turning back to Corvis, Skylar gave him her most alluring smile,
    "It would seem that there's no fooling you Corvis, even if you're only partly right. There's no hiding it now that you've put me in the spotlight though. I am with Imperial Intelligence. Before the lot of you go and do something stupid like shooting me, just let me tell you that I have no interest in harassing any of you or trying to keep Ataro out of your reach. Who do you think the bounty was posted by originally? It wasn't some wealthy independent party. It was Imperial Intel. All of you know how much of a problem Ataro has been causing the Empire as well as the Dominion. We want her gone. We just aren't equipped for this type of work. We do operations against other governments, not criminal organizations. That's what you guys are good at."

    She shrugged her shoulders dismissively, "Of course you can imagine that my people wouldn't want to leave this solely in the hands of scum such as yourselves. That's why they assigned me to tag along and help wherever I could. I was chosen specifically because of my connections with Aden. They knew you would be far less likely to question my appearance if I had someone with his reputation to back me up. It would seem they were right," She narrowed her eyes at Corvis, "but if you think I need him to hold my hand Corvis then you'd be sorely mistaken."

    Skylar glanced around the room at the others, pausing for a moment on the the Khajiit, Mar, and his partner, Lyssa before turning back to Corvis, "So? Whats it going to be? Are you going to let me do my job or am I going to have to show you how independent I am?"
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Jessica froze as she watched the standoff between Corvis and Skylar, the nice clothes and wig she had bought for tonight forgotten. Her knuckles turned white as she gradually brought the handles of her large plastic shopping bags into a death grip. She was stuck in a situation on the verge of exploding into violence that would result in the entire living room and everyone in it being shot to hell. Corvis had Skylar in a metaphorical corner. Skylar was ready to claw her way out right through Corvis. Neither was going to back down and if they shot each other the entire room would go to hell. Regardless of who shot who, Jessica would likely be singled out as an accomplice. She was a mercenary and not a hunter, she was still an imperial citizen and she had arrived with Marek and Skylar. The group would assume she knew about Skyalr and had been holding out on them. No one could be sure what else Jessica might know and would see her as a loose end. They wouldn't be wrong.

    For her own safety, and the safety of everyone else, Jessica had to stop this. It was time to show this group what she could do.

    In an instant she had her ballistic augs and shields activated. Everyone with a helmet or eyepiece HUD would be able to see her armor and shields up. She moved so fast to get between Corvis and Skylar she was a blur but they could clearly see the pistols she had out. Her plasma pistol was aimed at Corvis' head and a very powerful laser guided hand cannon aimed at Skylar's. She turned to Corvis and gave him a cold glare. The glare of a killer. Her scarred head and throat now made her look menacing rather than crippled. It probably wouldn't intimidate him or Skylar but it was a clear sign that Jessica was to be taken seriously. Her phone was still plugged into her head so Jessica was ready to "talk".

    "Put your weapons down. Both of you. This stops right now." She transmitted. She slowly turned her head to Skylar with the same cold glare, almost daring either to shoot her.
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    As he'd guessed, the woman admitted to being an Imperial agent. He wasn't sure he believed her story about being sent to help, but didn't have much of a reason to doubt her either. The scarred girl, Jessica, or whatever her name was, stepped in between the pair of them, a stupid move for most people. She turned a look on him that obviously supposed to intimidate him. It succeeded only in getting a smirk out of him. However, the plasma pistol she aimed at his face was no joke.He was pretty sure he could take her though. There was no way she had more experience with him with fights. The plasma weapon was dangerous, but prone to catastrophic heat failures. Probably not on the first shot though. So if it did come to it, the fight would be decided by whos' trigger finger was faster.

    Before he'd decided on any kind of action, a small square in the upper right corner of his HUD started flashing. Frowning, he glanced at it, and blinked. The square expanded, and then began to highlight certain areas on Jessicas' body, along with a detailed schematic of he weapons in her hands. 'Shield implants? That's interesting.' He switched his attention back to Skylar, who was still waiting for his answer. "Do what you want. I just wanted to get it sorted. " He said innocently, and holstered his pistol. He turned his visor to the girl, and nodded just fractionally. While jumping between two people whose job description was killing other people was generally a bad idea, it took guts to do that. He also made a note to keep an eye on her. If she was willing to join up with an Imperial agent, Corvis wasn't going to be too keen on turning his back on her.
     

    fellowknight

    The Devil In The Details
    Baroth couldn't help but chuckle at Simus' plight.

    It was clear he was unused to this technology and needed advice, but Baroth had to give the man credit for applying his knowledge of smithing to the concept. Subtle, if anything, but he was trying to adapt and Baroth respected that. Though it would take a lot of focus and concentration for Simus to adapt to this machinery, Baroth knew good and well he'd find a way to get used to them. He shrugged off Derek's response.

    "Maybe some day, huh?" He said sarcastically as the man walked past him and repeated Baroth's business to the others.

    He turned to Simus. "He's right about the guns. Kinetic is less popular but more plentiful, while energy is more efficient but far more expensive. Being that you have access to both here, you can practice with them and see which fits your arm. But if you're looking into efficiency for less hassle, i'd say energy is for you. No doubt, Derek's already explained how kinetic uses bullets and how ineffective those may be to heavy armors." He yanked the plasma rifle from his back and held it outward, allowing Simus to take it and examine it. "That's what you used earlier. It's plasma-based; a form of energy, able to rip through a lot of armors at the expense of burning through power pack at an exceeded rate. Point being, it's energy and gets the job done, a hell of a lot better than kinetic."

    "But you're right, kinetic is easier to get a hold of, but the quality is usually pl*psty and the ammunition can prove tedious and ineffective." He took the rifle back and slapped it onto his back. "For tonight, since we're moving in on Ambrosia, grab the energy rifle Derek just loaded and take it to the shooting range, get a feel for it. I doubt Dorvalle's henchmen will be armored with cloth and wielding spears."

    Baroth ignored Lyssa and continued out the door.

    He'd gotten fed up with his own mistakes and the stereotype he'd earned among the others. Granted, his actions had been awfully shady and he was acting shy of the group, but he decided that'd stop now. Fifty-million credits was far too much money to sod up like this. And he'd be damned if he didn't get his cut.

    A half hour later, Baroth looked down on the brothel from a rooftop a few kilometers off. It was in the entertainment district of the city, encompassed by nightclubs and similar brothels. It was a three floor building with pink and red fluorescent lights lining the edge of the roof, housing a multi-colored sign above the entrance that read: House Ambrosia | Exotic Entertainment And Pleasure. On the street along the front of the building was a short line of what Baroth guessed were customers being filtered through two large bouncers at the entrance. All of which were dressed in silk suits and flat brimmed hats of varying sizes, styles, and colors. Also at the front door were two armored guards with large pistols and sunglasses, eyeballing each and every pimp that walked by them.

    Beyond the double doors, for a moment as each person had entered, the sound of music flooded the outside air; a type Baroth couldn't recognize, but judging by the amount of strobe lights and faint shouting, he'd have to guess some form of electric hip-hop. Maybe dubstep. That was hot on the culture these days and the tempo matched a few of the tracks he'd listened to.

    Against his own will, Baroth decided to circle the building and get a few long looks at the guards all around, for those watching in the living room back at the safehouse. It was strictly tuned to the video input, so if he were to talk or mumble or even sneeze, they wouldn't hear a thing. The link-up was temporary and untraceable, though Baroth had faith that they were completely oblivious to his intentions and wouldn't pursue him any further.

    But he was taught better.

    Likeable as these people were, they were bounty hunters and would kill gladly for fifty-million dollars. No real standard had ben set mutually, but Baroth knew better than to let his guard down. That said, he was sure they held the same disinterest he'd held for them, but he owed them respect for the time they'd be working together. However long that would last.

    He made sure he wasn't spotted and kept low to reduce noise; by now, though, the idea he had in mind was looking more and more appealing, but he needed one last look before he could make any move. He returned to his previous position and snuck a glance inside the club after one of the suits walked in. Lots of people dancing on a massive floor of cycling colors; he had a right mind to believe everyone would undoubtedly be dressed but if this was an illegal establishment, as the profile had informed him the people inside wouldn't act so elegant.

    He knew just the thing.

    After he'd asked Oracle to link with the audio input he announced his next course of action to the others.

    "I'm moving in, so i hope you all got a good look. Derek, a private channel will be left open for you should you need to tell me the specifics of tonight. Good luck."

    Oracle cut the feed and disconnected entirely, leaving the monitor black and Oracle at her full capability. She continued to conduct her search and Baroth procured a stash for his armor and a rather flashy beige suit with matching shoes and a large brimmed hat with a white feather under the band. Satisfied with his attire and sinking into his charade of a boisterous and successful sugar daddy, Baroth ran his thumb and index finger along the brim of his hat and moved in with a relaxed but firm strut. He nailed the slight overbite and didn't flinch when he reached the bouncer at the front, holding the list and calling for his name. Baroth smirked for a small second before he spoke in an unusually smooth and arrogant tone.

    "Micheal Suave."

    The balding Nord shook his head as he scrolled through the list. "Not on the list. Nickname?"

    "Slickback. VIP pass."

    Immediately he stepped aside, fishing in his pocket for an ID with a white and black stripped necklace. Baroth threw it on over his head and pushed open the doors to House Ambrosia. Oracle had done a very nice job in securing his identification. He'd have to thank her for that later.

    (Play Lorde - Royals (Caked Up) as you continue to read. Not necessary, but it might add some depth to the atmosphere.)

    The brothel was designed exactly how Baroth thought it'd be.

    Loud, blaring dubstep surrounded him in the thick crowds of barely clothed strippers and well-dressed kingpins, with the "lucky" ones being escorted to a private room on one of the other floors via four large glass elevators on either side of the wide, open space.

    There was a bar with any kind of drink he could identify, a spacious dining area further back, several broad light up poles and stages for the dancers with an audience of chairs around each, and even an extensive VIP section in one of the corners filled with drunk men, marble tables, and cushioned sofas. Baroth also liked the 'smart floor' paneling that bursted different colors that collided with others as he walked.

    Two pairs of heavily armed and armored guards were posted at nearly every corner of the room for surveillance and security; a shootout was not an option.

    Finding Dorvalle wasn't as hard as Baroth thought it'd be, but approaching him would be difficult. He had security somewhere in the crowd, no doubt hidden, that would pounce if he was assaulted in anyway. Baroth would have to choose his words carefully; this may be the last time he'd speak with Dorvalle so it was important he got the right information.

    After buying two blue margaritas with lime salt on the rim, Baroth eased his way through the hyped crowds the VIP section. A bald Dunmer sat across from Dorvalle in the middle of a tense debate, barely audible over the cycling dubstep soundtracks. He had a coal black slick and groomed goatee and wore a silky silver vest with a dark red tie and dress shirt tucked underneath along with matching silver pants, a silver watch, and crimson crocodile shoes. Baroth found himself staring at him for a second, captivated by his formality and elegance of attire but nonetheless alert.

    Obviously the mer was on business, but who's? A famous drug cartel? A syndicate? Personal Finance? He looked accountant material.

    As he flashed his ID and stepped into the VIP section, Baroth stopped short as the Dunmer rose up in a smoth but swift motion.

    "Then our business is concluded, Mr. Dorvalle." The dark elf stated, gathering his crumpled crimson coat and suitcase before pacing past Baroth. In that small moment, he flashed Baroth a look, an odd look, like as if he knew something was odd about him. Like he saw right through the charade and into Baroth's mind, reading him like a book.

    "Excuse me." He said with a blank expression, and strode into the crowds after Baroth did so.

    An odd occurance, but Baroth paid it no mind. A half hour to and two hours from now, the others would arrive and they would expect him to be within visible sight. That, and he'd have to be gone before the others had a chance to speak with Dorvalle directly. That bridge would have to wait.

    However, before Baroth could move in and sit with him, some skinny thing of man pushed himself through the crowds and past Baroth to fall right into his spot. Baroth could instantly tell that the man was a drughead, likely meth or heroine, but definitly a user.

    His skin was tight to his face and his arms were bony, the crease of the elbow lined with severl red spots that could've been mistaken for misquito bites. On closer inspection, Baroth noted these to be needle marks. An addict. When he opened his mouth to speak, Baroth grimaced slightly as he got a glimpse inside. Oh yeah, definitley meth.

    "H-hey Dorvalle what's go-good, ma-?"

    "I'm not selling, Pete. You're wasting your time."

    Pete's eyes widdened and Baroth noticed a shift in his stature. Nervous energy.

    "Wha- No! Man, look, i just ne-need a little bit. The other guy went quiet and i ain't got not-nothin man. C'mon!"

    Dorvalle rolled his eyes as the stammering junkie continued to plead and beg. This had happened so many times, it had somehow become amusing to him, waching Pete beg and cry for something that was surely killing him.

    To his surprise and that of the surrounding bodyguards, a rather plump man in a flashy suit stepped in, setting down his drinks, and picked up Pete by the strap of his muscle shirt. Dorvalle had never seen this man before, but already he could ascertain that he liked to handle business up front. Interesting, but how he actually handled the situation would tell Dorvalle everything he needed to know about the Nord.

    "Whoa man, hey! You can't do this, i-I have ri-"

    "Shut. Up. Bitch."

    Pete instantly fell silent.

    "Now, look at me." Their eyes met. "Leave this club and wait outside. When i leave, you eill see me and I will give you the name and number of a man who can keep you supplied for weeks. However, if i see you coming into this building again and hassling its owner for a smidge of meth, you will not leave again. I will drown you in liquified meth and you will suffocate and then you will defecate yourself. Do we have a deal?"

    Scared pl*psless and tripped out, Pete could only nod and scury of after the man's iron grip released him. He did as he was instructed. Baroth grabed his drinks, took a seat and slid Dorvalle one of them. He removed his hat and set it beside him, taking a profesional but relaxed stature.

    Interested now, Dorvalle caught the drink in his palm and brought it up to his lips, sniffing it. Lime. A tangy after taste, but no the worst for wear. He slid his eyes to the Nord. COnversation ensued.

    "Quite expensive." Baroth commented.

    "Seventeen-dollars for one with lime squeezed half a world away. It had damn sure better be."

    "A man who knows his drinks. That's handy." He raised the sweating glass. "Slickback."

    Dorvalle sipped, and Baroth followed. "Delighted." He set the glass on the table between tham after another sip. "I assume we have business?"

    More than you know..

    Baroth paused for only a moment before repeating the gesture.

    "Yes. A topic that needs discussing."

    Dorvalle arched an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "And what topic is that?"

    Baroth, without breaking eye contact, slid his hand into his jacket pocket and retrived a one giga-bit data pad, presenting the portrait of a female.

    "Her. And before you begin to ask, let me clear the air by stating i am not with the police or any other authorities."

    "Then why are you here?"

    "She's bad for business. My business. I was hoping you could tell me a few things about her."

    Dorvalle seemed to hesitate a second, before sitting up. The Nord certainly had his attention.

    "Ask."

    Baroth nodded and began taping on the pad to select the word program for notes.

    "First off.." He began.

    OOC: Excuse any spelling errors or other mishaps. I hope it is up to par. Edits can be made, if needed.
     

    Baneloth

    Well-Known Member
    While Derek went into the main room, Kyle kept to himself in the kitchen area, datapad in his hands, brow furrowed in concentration. Derek knew better than to ask what he was up to. The young bounty hunter was more than adept with tech and hacking techniques that he'd never quite grasped.If Kyle felt Derek or any of the others needed to know what he was up to, he'd say so. The doors opened again, and both Skylar and Jessica walked in, the scarred girl carrying bags that indicated she'd been shopping. He also noticed Corvis walking across the room, in full armour, and little alarm bells went off in his head.

    He'd been watching the silver armoured hunter for a while, and he knew the man had been suspicious of the Imperial woman for some time. What he didn't expect was for him to pull a weapon on her and declare that he knew she worked for Imperial Intel. Which was a nasty little surprise in and of itself. The pair had a surprisingly short exchange of words, after which Jessica somehow managed to get between them. At first, Derek was sure Corvis was simply going to shoot both of them, but instead, he hesitated, then turned and walked away. 'I guess I should just be grateful they didn't start a shootout. That's not something we need right now.' Deciding to deal with the three of them later, he turned his to the screen mounted on the wall.

    It showed Baroths' point of view as he walked around the building. The reclusive bounty hunter did a fair job of covering the positions of the exterior guards. The speakers emitted a small 'pop' as he spoke. "I'm moving in, so I hope you all got a good look. Derek, a private channel will be left open for you should you need to tell me the specifics of tonight. Good luck." Then the screen went blank as he cut the feed.

    "Okay." He looked to Skylar and Jessica. "We're moving on Ambrosia now. You two get ready and I'll be with you in a minute." He left the room, and headed to his own room. There, he changed out of his armour and body suit, replacing them with a pair of dark jeans, a light grey shirt, and dark jacket. over top. After, he returned to the armoury, and selected a plain steel blade. Normally, he would have been worried about the weapon being detected. But with the more sophisticated security systems, it was more likely something as simple as a blade would be overlooked. He added a small hold out pistol to complete the disguise. The weapon wasn't strictly speaking, legal, but it was favoured by small time smugglers and drug dealers. In a place like Ambrosia, it would probably attract more attention if he was unarmed. He went back into the main room, ready to give the others' their briefing and wait for Jessica and Skylar.

    "Listen up." He said to the room in general. "Myself, Jessica, and I are going to head into the club now. We'll keep an eye on the security, and run interference on Dorvalle.Kyle is going to infiltrate Dorvalles' office, and see if he can find out why Ataro is involved with him." He glanced at Simus and the large Khajiit hunter. "You two are our backup. If the plans goes to hell, the pair of you need to cause a distraction. You three-" he pointed at Dah'Sharra, Corvis, and Lyssa, "are going to stay here and keep yourselves out of trouble."

    "Actually, I need Lyssa and her partner." Kyle said, emerging from the kitchen, datapad in hand. "I've managed to get the layout of Ambrosia. There's three floors: the official floor, where the dance floors and bars are stationed. Then there's the 'basement' an underground area, which, looking at the deliveries Dorvalles' employees have signed for, is where pit fights between beasts and such take place. Theres' been a few deliveries that indicate that Imperial slaves, Khajiit and other anti-Imperial prisoners are discreetly shipped in for who knows what. Then there's the top level. Off limits to everyone except Dorvalles' top staff, security, and the man himself. It's his penthouse and personal office." He reported.

    "That's where I'm going in." He glanced at Derek. "I'll need to borrow your jetpack to get to the roof. There's loading bay at the back of the building. That also joins up with a set of stairs that lead all the way up to the penthouse. I'm guessing it's for emergencies, so Dorvalles security can lock down the lifts and get anywhere in the building. That's where Lyssa and her partner come in. You'll have to pretend to have captured your partner for the pit fights downstairs, then guard the lift and stairs while I work." He explained. "I'll loop the security feeds so we probably won't have to worry about a firefight."

    Derek shrugged. He didn't want them to risk compromise the others, but Kyles plan sounded like it might work. "Fine. Dah'Sharrah, Corvis and Simus, you're our back up then. You all know your jobs. Let's get to it."

    Kyle headed outside, having armoured up and strapped on Dereks' jetpack. He was armed, of course, and his belt pouches held numerous computer and security spikes. In addition to an electronic lock breaker, and, the pride and joy of his arsenal of anti-security gadgets, a model FD 62 security descrambler. From the safehouse, he made his way to the entertainment district. Once he was there, it didn't take long for him to find house Ambrosia.

    He made his way to an alley behind the building and from there, activated his jetpack. He landed on the roof of one building, and from there, using the jets again, made his way to the roof of Ambrosia. He heard no shouts of alarm, and no one shot at him. 'People don't pay as much attention as they like to make people think.' He thought to himself. The roof offered a good view of the surrounding streets, and a door lead into the penthouse.

    Predictably, the door had an electronic keypad. 'Dorvalle may be a disgusting piece of filth, but he's not ignorant about security. Luckily for us, I'm smarter than he is'. Kyle set the lock breaker, and crossed his arms, waiting as the device worked its magic. Ten seconds later, the red digits that indicated the lock breaker was working, switched to green, indicating success. The door slid open, and Kyle stepped inside and whistled. Dorvalle certainly like to live in style. Art from all corners of the galaxy, wide windows that offered a view of Eregins' entertainment district, and long black leather couches, facing a large vidscreen mounted on the wall.

    It took Kyle a couple of minutes to find the mans office. It too required the lock breaker, and once he was inside, he hacked the security cams, setting them on a constant loop. Then he opened a channel to Lyssa and her partner. "Cam feeds are looped. Feel free to come on in." He said, taking a seat at the mans desk, and getting to work.
     

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