Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Sept 14, 2015 4:55:27 GMT
Still oblivious to the deception, Druss relants and sneaks a look at Deacon's upper body while she's ordering, nearly seeing Deacon's expression. "*hssk* So, you want me to kill her?" Druss clearly subscribed to the more romanticized view of spectres, the muddy political reasons going right over her head. "*hssk* What do you know about where they hide?" Normally her thoughts would appear somewhere in this post, but seeing how right now a good 90% of it is fangirl noises, i'll just skip it over and let you guess. "*hssk* Oh! What if I took out the arms dealer? Then she couldn't get her guns!"
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Sept 14, 2015 5:40:35 GMT
“Uh... no,” Deacon shook her head. “No that would be... problematic. Politically, you understand? The dealer is a known quantity, and if he were eliminated, someone else would just step in to supply the market - potentially someone we wouldn’t be able to monitor, and predict, so consistently..” She paused to accept her drink, then leaned in a little closer to Druss, conspiratorial. “Better the demon you know, right?”
She paused, noticed how her lean had put her chest at volus-eyeline-level, and covered a sigh by taking a sip of her drink, which evidently wasn’t her usual fare to judge by the wince and shudder.
“Ekela doesn’t dare go back to Illium,” she explained briskly, “not after being pinpointed there once. And obviously we- I mean, the Citadel,” she corrected herself, as if she hadn’t meant to say ‘we’, and doing a reasonable job of selling it, “has a much tighter intelligence net in the Republics. So she’s had to go further into the Terminus.” She chuckled humourlessly. “Her choice of hiding hole is audacious. Have you heard of Nuatan? On the charts it’s just some out-of-the-way asteroid mining colony. In reality, it’s a clearing-house for... for illicit cargo. Fences, auctioneers, half the night-side trade in the cluster goes through there, and I don’t have to tell you how popular that makes it with the batarians in these parts - pirates and so forth. Not at all where you’d expect an anti-batarian terrorist to hide, is it?” She grinned. “No doubt that’s what she’s counting on.”
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Sept 14, 2015 20:13:08 GMT
Thinking this was some test, Druss started planning the operation in her head, scanning over the datapad several times, trying not to betray her excitment, to varying degrees of sucess. "*hssk* S-so this means if I do this, i'll get to be a- I mean you'll consider me for it?" 'Oh my gods I'm gonna be a spectre! Stay calm! Act like a pro.' Looking around to see if anyone was listening in, she'd lean over to 'Deacon' her voice now firmly confirming she bought the ruse completely. "*hssk* Alright, I'm in. I'll get your thessia-clan dead!"
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Sept 15, 2015 0:05:29 GMT
Deacon gave a wry little smile.
“I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t gained the notice of... ah, the people who make those sorts of decisions.” She lowered her voice further. “They don’t trust this kind of work to just anyone.”
She nodded at Druss’s acceptance, and seemingly idly picked up the volus’s discarded drink can, glancing at its label as if out of mild curiosity. When she put it back down on the bar, there was a credit chit stuck to the side of it.
“Some discretionary funds,” she explained. “That should cover passage. Go to the docks, Dhura district level 27. You want to get on board the Traxi - tell them you’re a buyer for the Iron Eyes. Remember the name: Iron Eyes. They’re a mercenary band who do business on Nuatan. Once you arrive, find an auctioneer named Mantric, tell him I sent you - him alone, don’t tell anyone else you know me. He’ll get you into where your target is hiding. Got all that? Traxi, Iron Eyes, Mantric.”
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Sept 15, 2015 4:23:52 GMT
Druss starts typing the information on her omni-tool as Deacon speaks. "*hssk* Iron eyes, Mantric, Traxi. Gotcha." Druss looks down at the can, a cheap if not popular volus mixed drink, a volus in what appears to be pirate gear on the side of it. "*hssk* So uhh, what's it like? You know, being a uhh. *hssk* A spectre?" Pocketing the chit, Druss glances around to see if anyone else is watching them.
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Sept 15, 2015 5:24:01 GMT
“Hm? Oh, well...” Deacon looked uncertain for a split second, then smiled faintly. “I’m only a messenger - some information is too sensitive for comms, or too vital. It’s a hell of a responsibility, but even so, it’d be a waste to use one of them as a courier. They do the jobs nobody else can do.” She grinned, and lowered her voice again. “The official stories, though, even the rumours? They barely scratch the surface. And that’s just what I hear about.” She gave a soft little chuckle. “Once you’ve joined, you’ll probably know more after a week than I ever will.”
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Sept 15, 2015 15:25:42 GMT
Looking disappointed, Druss soon picks back up after misinterpreting Deacons words to mean she was very likely to be accepted. If the asari was smart enough, she might know the longer she stays here, the better the chances of Druss seeing through the ruse. 'I'M GONNA BE A SPECTRE! SPEC-TRE!-SPEC-TRE!-SPEC-TRE! YEEEES!' giggling with excitement, she lowered her voice with 'Deacon'. "*hssk* This is top secret right?"
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Post by Daughters of Nekarra on Sept 16, 2015 0:05:02 GMT
Deacon looked around in some alarm at Druss’s outburst, but if any of the other patrons noticed, they probably assumed the pair were just negotiating the particulars of a private lap dance with role-playing on the side. That’s a mental image I didn’t need. Keeping herself composed, she nodded as if the volus were behaving like a Special Tasks veteran.
“Quite,” she agreed. “You, me, my superiors, your contact on Nuatan. To anyone else, you’re just someone the Iron Eyes have hired to conduct some business on their behalf.” She glanced around furtively. “We shouldn’t be seen talking for too long just now. Once your mission’s complete, we’ll meet back here, and I’ll convey you to headquarters. Until then,” she touched her forehead in an odd little salute, “be seeing you.”
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Sept 29, 2015 17:33:49 GMT
Saluting her in return, Druss watches her walking away, having bought the ruse completely, she'd figure her spectre initiation would need to be celebrated. With another drink! Calling the bartender over, she'd place her order, even adding in a 'generous' three credits as a tip.
Looking over behind her, she'd see if the stage had any of the club's dancers active on it.
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