"First things first. Let's double the wager again." he said forcefully, slapping down another 200 credits worth of chips. "I'm not talking business now, especially not with someone as sexy as you. It can wait until tomorrow." He takes another swig of his drink and switches hands, putting his arm around the Twi'lek now as the Basilisk deals the cards again.

Maya frowned and exchanged some more credits for chips, tossing in another two-hundred as the wager was doubled. "If it could wait until tomorrow, I would've waited until then. You'd be saving my life after all." Maya gave him a wide smirk as she laid down a 23, and nearly gasped as one of the cards shifted. It was still enough to beat the Twi'lek, and she pulled over her winnings proudly. It wasn't like her to win at these games, and to her surprise she was an extra three hundred credits ahead now. Even if the game wasn't over just yet.

He starts in surprise and frustration, and the Twi'lek gives a grimace of pain as he accidentally knocks her head into the table. He settles back in his chair, "And what is that worth to you?"

Maya held back from anteing again, looking thoughtful. "Well I'd offer you a chance to win your credits back, and mine as well if you'd like to double the wager again. 800 versus authorization. Of course, the question isn't what it's worth to me. The question is what it's worth to you. Of course, I would be very grateful if you'd just be willing to help me out. My life is on the line here."

He considers this momentarily, "2,000 credits." He says. "You are asking me to go to a lot of trouble." He lights another cigarra and relaxes in his chair.

Maya fiddled with one of the chips as she considered the Twi'lek's proposal. She had taken the opportunity to prepare the signal while she spoke with the hand she'd left beneath the table. The problem was even if she cheated, the cards could always turn on their own, and if she was caught, the three of them would likely be running for their lives. That would bring her loss to 1700 credits, valuable funds that could go towards her armor. Of course, risking those credits would be nothing compared to the potential gain. The problem was she'd have to think of something else if she lost the next hand to increase the stakes. And the only things that came to mind were things she was far less keen on risking.

With a sigh and a frown, she pulled out the credits, setting them on the table. She might be able to convince him to go double or nothing if things didn't work out in her favor. So long as she wasn't caught on the first attempt. "Very well." Maya could feel the beads of sweat forming as the cards were dealt. Her hand was terrible, but that didn't matter, she was going to cheat anyway. Glancing over at Valek, he didn't look too impressed by what he had. That was until he laid his cards down showing 23. Maya felt like she was going to have a heart attack as she laid her own cards down and pressed the button for the signal on her datapad quietly. The cards on the table shifted, and alarms went off in the casino. It hadn't occurred to her before then, but of course the casino would have a signal detector.

Thinking quickly, she pressed the button again before the cards had settled and the cards shifted once more back to what they had been, showing Valek with a 23 and Maya losing once more. Throwing her composure away, Maya stood up in a fury and looked between the dealer and Valek, looking as angry as possible. "You! You kriffing! 23?! You thought you could cheat me!" Maya yelled at Valek, hoping her outrage would convince the Besalisk he'd been up to something instead of her. She slammed a hand down on the table on top of her credits, ready to grab them and run if things worsened. "How DARE YOU!"

Valek Signa stands up, the head of the poor Twi'lek woman getting bashed into the table again, "Lying schuuta!" The Besilisk lunges forward, grabbing Maysh'la hand with one arm, her shoulder with the other, and Valek Signa with a third. "Not so fast, missy. I saw your cards before you flipped them back. Jus' sit back down there, we don't want a scene, now do we?"

He applies steady pressure with his brawny arms, forcing both of them back into their seats. The Twi'lek woman whimpers softly, holding her head.

"This establishment don't take kindly to cheating," the Besilisk said, "You forfeits your chips and you takes your guards and you sashays yourse'f right out those doors, and you don'ts come back. Got it?"

"Like kriff you did," Maya says in a huff, stepping back and leaving the credits at the table. "Like I'd come back when you can't even tell who's cheating. Hope you're proud of yourself Valek," she said accusatorily, insistent that it hadn't been her. Even if the Besilisk had been certain about the cards, and she'd been fast enough to leave some doubt, she didn't expect that Valek would have been able to tell in his intoxicated state. For all any of them actually knew, someone else could have been interfering in their game. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage. She was insisting people were out to kill her after all. "I'll see you in the morning Valek, if I live that long."

Maya strode off then, motioning for Darien and Ge'tal to follow, not that she expected they wouldn't. She made a mental note to add the 'Throw Me a Bone' Casinio to places she needed to stay out of. A list that seemed to be getting longer far faster then she wanted. She waited until she was outside to express her frustration to the other two, kicking up some dust in the street. "Well, that went kriffing great."

Darien shook his head, "Let's go meet up with the others. Maybe they had better luck on their end."

"Agreed. Maybe we'll have better luck tomorrow." Maya sighed one more time. "Let's be careful on the way back. Need to make sure we aren't followed."

Maya kept a steady eye out on the way back, doing her best to ensure they weren't followed. Between the three of them, no one spotted anything, but she'd already taken enough chances today. If someone put together that they were the Mandalorians that Maya had been claiming was going to kill her, it would undo most of her plans. So, instead of taking the simple way back, Maya found herself winding through the streets of Ord Mantell, taking quick jaunts through stores, cantinas, and casinos until she was certain they'd made enough detours to avoid anyone that might have been following them. Ducking in through the back of the hangar, they finally returned to the ship. Maya was glad to be back onboard. She'd spent most of the walk thinking about how to salvage the mess she'd made. She wasn't ready to give up on that account just yet. Most of the pieces had come together in her head now, it was just going to be a matter of execution now.

She gave the others a wave as the three of them boarded the Solus, a bit sad that she didn't have anything worthwhile to give them. "It's been one problem after another today for us. How'd your evening go?"

Cade, Kara and Falmok were seated at the table in the lounge, in the center of the table were a couple of empty bottles of the local ale. Kara was typing on a data pad as Cade and Falmok were discussing something over a crude drawing.

Kara held up the datapad before sliding it across the table towards Maya, Good news, or bad? Kara asked, giving her the choice of which to hear first.

Cade leaned back from the discussion and pointed to the Fridge as he held up a half empty bottle. Then continued talking with Falmok.

“Bad,” Maya said, taking the Datapad Kara had slid towards her.

"Is it 'juicy'?" Ge'tal chimes in, conspiratorially.

The three at the table exchange looks. Falmok reaches into a pouch and hands over a credit each to Cade and Kara.

Kara mulled it over for a moment. Well... I think everyone in the criminal underworld knows there is a group of Mando'ade here.. half of which will know that we had a personal meeting with a representative of our target. By tomorrow, I'm sure it will circulate that this group is bringing in more mando'ade to supplement our targets small army of thugs.

Maya looked to Darien and Ge’tal and laughed at the irony of the situation. “You had a meeting with a representative of Gorka? Well that’s going to get awkward, considering we’ve been spreading the idea that the new group of Mando’ade in town are trying to kill one of his employees.”

Cade and Kara look at each other, and sag their shoulders as they pass the credits back to Falmok.

“Alright I’ve got to know, what was the bet?” Maya asked with a chuckle.

Cade sighed, pulling another credit out of his pouch, but hesitates.. looking questionably at Falmok.

Falmok gives him a slow blink and a brief shake of his head.

Kara's tapping finger on the table prompts Cade to slide her the credit.

Kara grins and looks at Maya. One credit.. which bet are you referring to? She asks her with a mischievous grin, which causes Falmok to groan and a heavy sigh from Cade as they pull out more credits, then turn their scowls from Kara to Maya...

"At this point? All of them I guess. And if the bad news is that Gorka is hiring Mandalorians, potentially giving us an in, then what's the good news?"

We've been invited to bring as many friends as we like... Cade said, raising his bottle. We also managed to get images of the target area, using the Global Positioning System that the locals use for airspeeder navigation Cade activated a small holo device, projecting an image of the Hutt's palace and grounds.

Falmok briefly held up the drawing that He and Cade had been working on. We just don't have a floor plan.. we've been passing the time speculating what it might look like.. He look up at Darien, How did the caper go?

Darien facepalms, chuckling, "Oh where to begin. It went great, if you consider (he starts to tick off the points on his fingers) finding out that the account is on loan to Gorka from Jabba, that all transactions have to be run by Jabba's representative, that Jabba's representative is a sexist drunken lascivious Twi'lek, Maysh'la having said drunkard "flirt" with her, getting thrown out of a casino for cheating, losing two and-a-half thousand credits for same, accusing Jabba's representative of the cheating, suggesting that the Mandos are out to get "Tyra Bryn," and not getting any credits out of it "going great," then yeah, it went pretty well. I'm going to go change into my armor now, if you don't mind. I've got a feeling I may need it sooner rather than later. I'll let Maysh'la tell you the good news, if she can think of any."

The three at the table stared at Darien, almost all of them with their jaws open.. after a moment they seemed to recover and leaned in to discuss something in hushed voices..Cade pulled out a sheet of flimsy from a pouch and the three of them began pointing at the list that was hand written on it. As Darien walked out of the room, the three started passing credits back and forth, as they matched up who won which line of the list.

"Good news? Uh. . . Nope. Not really. I'm not out of ideas yet though, just need to go. . . tinker. . ." Maya followed Darien out of the room while mumbling something, heading to her workbench. There had to be a way to salvage things. She was sure of it.

Maya spent the next few hours doing just that. Tinkering. She was thankful that she’d always been a good multitasking, solidifying the details of her emerging plan. The first step was making a small device capable of modifying the cards of Sabacc from a difference. It was a pretty simple mechanism and only took a few minutes to program it for her intentions. She spent some extra time ‘dolling’ it up to look a bit used, as well as making sure the language of everything was in Mando’a in case any inspection was done. A simple enough task since she was fluent.

The next step was the helmet. A bit harder of an undertaking, but she wasn’t going to go all out. It was well known that Beskar was a rare material, so Durasteel was sufficient. Not everyone could afford full Beskar armor after all, and from what she’d seen there were plenty of Kyr’tsad using durasteel armor. Forging the helmet from durasteel was a cheap and simple way to make an effective proper. Creating the glass for the visor was a bit more difficult, but she’d prepared for this. She had practiced plenty of times creating and repairing the armor in preparation for her own set. It fell good making one from the ground up, even if she wasn’t including beskar in the design. With the helmet completed, she painted it in the blue of the Death Watch admiring her work.

With the props out of the way, she resolved to put the final touches on in the morning, and headed back to gather the others. She was rather pleased with herself, and if the deception she was planning worked out for them, they could kill three birds with one stone. Once she had them all together, she laid everything out.

”So, between the conflicts in our sides, someone’s eventually going to start to ask questions. I’m saying that Mandalorians are trying to kill one of Gorka’s employees. Meanwhile other Mandalorians are getting hired by Gorka. The solution is really rather simple.” In perhaps a bit of an overly dramatic fashion, Maya slammed the mimicry of a Death Watch helmet down onto the table with a grin. “As far as anyone else needs to know, there’s two groups in town. The crew of the Solus, and a second group of Death Watch.”

”When it comes to Gorka, we can set up an assassination. Kara, Cade, if you take the ‘job’ with Gorka, we can act in his interests until we have an opening. Then, some of us can disguise ourselves as Death Watch and take him down. Even better, if we decide we still want to rob the bank, we can do it disguised as Death Watch, and Jabba will be gunning for them instead of us. Meanwhile, I’m going to present this helmet to Valek, and claim that Kyr’tsad were the ones who interfered in our game so they could catch me at a disadvantage. Hopefully that’ll be enough to convince him, and we can still get the credits from the account.”

”So, what do you all think?. Complete the contract, reap the rewards, and blame it all on Kyr’tsad.”