Arms Armor and....

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Arms Armor and Slaves, nothing like it, not when it comes to ease of transport, the sights, the pay and from time to time the bonuses of a job well done. Discounts, preferable prices and a better chance at the good deals, officials willing to look the other way....Nothing quite like it.

The port of Mos Eisley was as crummy as it got while still being a part of the Republic. It was also where the deal would happen. Not that many were likely to buy this sort of shipment on Tatooine itself. No, it had to be a drop off for another smuggler to continue the leg; while some of the cargo would remain, the vast majority of it would be headed out system, just like they would be soon as the deal was done and from the looks of things, it would be another job well done. No republic or CIS ships and none of their contacts had reported any rivals being in system.

Of course, that didn't mean there weren't any rivals. Still, thought Djern, we've got a nice big cargo, and a nice check coming. Nothing wrong at this point can mean either one of two things- we've made it into the clear and have no worry, or the cards haven't been revealed yet, whichs leads to a whole mess of other things that could happen..... "I've a feeling things aren't quite right guys, it may just be that growl we had earlier, but my gut is telling me something is up. Stay alert out there and keep to yourselves. We leave soon as we're done." The intra-ship comms relayed his voice to all within the Prometheus.

It wasn't much of a ship to anyone else and that is how Djern and his brother wanted it. It was their ship and their cargo. It was their money that turned it into a formidable beast of a ship. Armed and armored, fast and, not -quite- agile, it was a damned good ship, and it had just touched down on Tatooine, the bay doors opened and Djern smiled at the back of the pilot. The only person other than his brother he let fly the thing simply because they knew what they were doing and has stuck with them since way back. The only person he trusted even marginally.

Leaving the pilot to see that the ship would be able to leave at a moments notice, Djern walked through the ship, passing the occasional crewman, armed incase there was trouble, and a droid every now and then. The things needed as much maintenance as the ship it seemed, but they provided an extra pair of hands now and then.

Entering the cargo bay, Djern nodded to the half dozen armed crewmen within. Two would be following him while the rest made sure nothing happened to the cargo, or anyone try to take the ship.

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Fayne listened as his brother was projected over the speakers. He didn't pay much attention as he picked his Kukri up and looked at it's blade, smiling to himself as he slipped it into it's proper place on his thigh. He glanced at his WESTAR-M5 blaster rifle for a brief moment as he considered bringing it along before shaking his head, deciding against it. He wouldn't have any need for it. His Flechette pistol, backup pistol, and Sina were all he needed.

Grabbing his trench coat from his bed, Fayne tosses it on and grabs it, giving it a soft jerk around his neck to ensure it was on in a manner that was comfortable with him before he exited his room, stopping in the archway to let a pair of droids pass. One of them gave a slight wave as it passed, to which he responded with an equally pointless wave. Fayne waited for his brother in the cargo bay, his arms crossed across his barrel looking chest.

"Taha! About time you got here." He calls upon seeing his brother despite it being a good distance away from him, turning and climbing into the Nu-class attack shuttle, noticing a droid climbing out after having loaded a few pieces of the "cargo" into the cargo bay of the shuttle. Grunting in displeasure, Fayne moves over to the gunner's seat and strapped in, running through a few starting diagnostics while waiting for Djem and whoever else to get in, twisting the seat around to look at the others, leaning back and propping a leg on his knee, crossing his arms again.

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Hearing his brother from the Nu-class shuttle, Djern walked to the shuttle and entered, sitting in the pilot seat as the crewmen who were coming boarded and strapped in where they stood, simple tethers clipped to their belts and checked the equipment. The systems were quick to give the all green and he eased the shuttle from the bay and into the atmosphere of the planet below and having been cleared when they had entered the system, Djern had no need to bother with the Mos Eisley authorities until they had to leave, which simplified things for him as he moved the ship into the designated hanger.

Again the sytems gave him the all clear as he worked console, the landing gear settling nicely. Looking up from his console, he caught a glimpse of a...something disappearing into the shadows. Damn, was the only thought he had. Checking that his pistols were where they should be by shifting how he sat before standing, he left the front of the ship. "There's definately something up, Fayne, either stay in that gun or get someone else to do it, if things get hot I'm getting us outta here fast as possible," he spoke in a clipped sort of way when his mind was engaged on a possible firefight. He had the cargo and his crew was armed. If this was a deal gone sour they'd want the cargo intact, and if that was true, they'd have to fight them to get it, which meant he still had a chance to get out of here.

"Just keep a cool head, don't do anything until either I give the signal or if you see something that'll get us killed." Taking a deep breath, and closing his eyes for a second ot compose his thoughts, he held it for a count of five before letting the air out and opening his eyes. "Lets go." Opening the hatch, Djern stepped out of the ship, coming face to face with the contact. "Here for the shipment?" Djern asked.

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Fayne smiled as his brother told him to stay in the seat. "Oh you know me better then that Bro." He says, unsnapping his belts and pushing himself up, pointing at one of the crew then motioning for the gun seat, silently ordering him to take it over as he stood behind and just beside Djern so he was watching over Djern's shoulder, almost uncomfortably close to him, his hand places idly on his Flechette pistol.

As the door opens, he jumps to by grabbing his Kukri's hilt, his blade half drawn before he noticed he wasn't exactly a threat yet. Sliding the blade back into it's home, Fayne watches the man intently.

The man shakes his head. "No, I'm suppose to take you to the man who is."

Fayne narrowed his eyes at the man. He didn't like this. Fayne shoved his way between his brother and the man. "Then what are you waiting for?" He asks, looking down at the man who appeared to have been startled by his seeming aggressiveness before turning and motioning for them to follow. Before following, Fayne looked over his shoulder at his brother. "I don't like this." He says, walking forward after the man.

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Keeping still, Djern let his brother shove his way into the middle and interogate the man for a second. Other than the man's initial reaction he remained calm, which indicated it was a bust and could only shrug and follow as his brother commented his dislike for the whole thing. He waved idly at the crew, motioning for them to stay put and on high alert while they followed the man.

As soon as they left sight of the ship things seemed to press in on them as tension filled the air. Not wanting to get too far from the ship for more reasons than he cared to think about, Djern rested his hand on the hammerer pistol at his hip. "So, who sold us out?" The man, startled by the blunt question stumbled a step then recovered. "Oh, you know, some jobs best have no one to tell the tale" was the answer and Djern sighed before pointing his finger at his brother, indicating the choice was his while he responded to the man.

"Oh, thats a shame, we were just looking at all those wild things too."

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Fayne stops as his brother acknowledges that it was a bust, making sure his brother steps in front of him. As soon as his brother pointed him out Fayne smiled, gripping his Kukri and pulling it from it's place on his left, a soft ring sounding as it leaves.

Gripping it tightly, he twists his wrist to give the blade a twist in the air, the holes giving off a very faint whistle. Taking a few steps towards the man, he smiles as the man takes a step back. "Oh come now. Don't leave. I have to tie up the loose ends here." He says, taking a lunging step forward and lifting his blade and swinging it down, an unnerving shriek sounding from his blade as it whistled through the air before finding a home in the man's neck, cutting deep into the man's collarbone.

Placing his foot on the torso, Fayne kicks the body away, his blade pulling up with a sickening squelch.
"Not as fun as i figured." he stated, upset that the man didn't even bother resisting or fighting back. Wiping Sina off on the man's sleeve, he returns her to the place on his thigh, looking at his brother and stopping, leaning to the side to look a bit past him.

"Troopers!" He says loudly, stepping to the side and pulling the Flechette pistol from it's holster on his thigh and lifting it up, angling his body so he provided a smaller profile, his finger currently off of the trigger till he was on target with some advancing troopers who had begun to scatter behind some cover, a few taking a number of popshots at him.

Fayne places his finger on the trigger and takes a few shots down range at them as he moved to the side, moving behind a wall.

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Djern winced at the noise the blade made as his brother killed the man quickly and efficiently and commented on how boring it was. He opened his mouth to hurry his brother along, the noise was more than enough to alert someone when his brother shouted "Troopers!"

He didn't remember spinning, nor when he had the thunderer up, his body turned like his brother's as he moved to the opposite wall, returning fire. Soon as he reached the cover of the wall, only a small portion of him exposed, he began to edge backward. "Ship," was the only word he spoke, having to raise his voice to a near yell over the chorus of blaster fire.

They really were troopers, the armor and accuracy was a sure indication of that, though they must be rookies as while the shots were close, they weren't hitting him or his brother, but they were getting closer; he needed a distraction. Quickly casting about for something, he mumbled quietly "shit,shit,shit" to himself. Something caught his eye near his feet and he knealt down, adding a bit of a stumble, making look like he tripped over his feet. The blaster fire increased as they thought they had a hit but quickly peetered out as Djern stood again, moved fully against the wall, then leaned out slightly and tossed a rock into their mist to horrified cries of "'Nade!" and "Get into cover!" He smiled as the trick worked, all of the troopers had dived, rolled, or otherwise stopped firing.

He took his chance, turned and ran and spun around as soon as he counted to five and began to back pedal as the troopers regained their feet and resumed firing.

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Fayne smiled as shit began to hit the fan. It had been a while since he had a good fight. He was a bit worried when he saw Djern appear to trip but relaxed once he got back again. Fayne watched him curiously as he reached for a small rock then smiled as the troopers began shouting about a grenade.

"You clever bastard!" He shouts as he hops out of cover and fires a few shots, small explosions happing a few meters from the troopers as the pellet exploded and sent flechette fragments flying towards the unlucky trooper. It was enough to suppress them for a few moments and took a few men out of the fight so they could tend to their now wounded (Although likely dead) comrades.

"Come on you cowards!" Fayne shouts as he backpedals away from the wall, taking a few shots more or less wildly to keep their heads down as he went, not bothering to take his eyes off of them. "That the best you got!"

(Geez.....Relax there Fayne.)