“Black Sun...?”

Wu raised a brow underneath his helmet.

“Burc’ya... what have you all been up to...?”

He asked slightly exasperated.

As the others sped away with the injured Darien, Maya had been busy getting a message to Valek via her datapad. For now, she ignored the chatter on the late Gorka's security comms. It seemed that they were still in disarray and weren't entirely certain what had happened. Clearly the guards tied up in the security room hadn't fully announced that their boss had been killed. Maya couldn't blame them. There was likely going to be a lot of blame going around once everything had been discovered.

She hit send on the datapad, letting Valek know the job had been completed. She mused that if things didn't play out well, there might be a bounty on Valek's head soon as well. It'd be interesting if they returned to kill him for another bounty. For now though she'd keep that to herself. Despite her misgivings over the man, it hadn't been his fault her plan hadn't worked. Clearly she wasn't as adept of a hacker as she liked to pretend she was. Speaking of which, probably best to make sure the message was encrypted. Didn't want to go leaving a paper trail.

"V. Job is done. Time for your end of the bargain."

After a few minutes, Maya receives a reply, "Good. Head to the bank, we'll conclude our business there. You'll get your money."

“I know a place. It’s called Varga’s. Just a bar, but... they seem to do a lot of... business there. I can’t say exactly how it looks like however... it’s not particularly outstanding...”

Wu would reply, after taking a moment to think and recall.

Kara nodded, then seemed to realize.. You have any contractual obligations with them? What I have planned might cause some chaos and I wouldn't want to ruin anything if you did.. Professional courtesy.

Wu shakes his head.

”No... I don’t like to deal with them.”

He replied simply.

”I do... different kinds of work...”

Kara raised an eyebrow behind her visor as Falmok tilted his head.

That would be...? Falmok asked.

Kara had an idea, but was curious to Wu's answer. But if he didn't do business with the Black Sun, She might just go with her plan to ditch the limo at one of their hangouts to divert the attention of Gorka's death from them... She thought of Kimber, realizing that they might've left a loose thread depending on how this goes down. She might have to let the others in on the tentative plan before they get to their part of the mission.

"Alright, looks like we're meeting Valek at the bank," Maya told the other two as they headed out. "I probably don't have to remind you, but keep your guard up. Don't trust this guy at all. And no real names."

Kara dropped off the others outside the spaceport and headed to the Black Sun hangout.

Cad'ika, I'm dropping the limo off at a Black Sun bar.. Hopefully it'll add to the confusion and act as a smokescreen for your operation and our exfill.

There was a slight pause before Cade responded. Cuyir gar gett'se? Cuyir ulyc.

The trip went smoothly, it was relaxing even, and Kara met no resistance as she pulled into the lot near the bar. She leaves the vehicle in a rather obscured location where she hopes it won't be noticed until daylight. She tosses the keys into the vehicle and slams the door, turning to leave. As she walks away, she hears a shout from the bar and turns to see five men exiting the bar and coming towards her, no more than ten yards away. A burly Falleen yells, "Get the Mando!" Xin. Of all the shabla luck. She'd run into Xin.
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As the group approaches the bank, a guard unlocks and opens the door to let them inside where they are greeted by the Chagrian, who looks very tired and irritated. "No, Valek Signa will not be making an appearance," he says, his tone clipped. "I can't imagine why, but he's tucked his tail between his legs and demanded that I come take care of this, far past my bedtime! Right this way, we'll conduct our business in Valek's office." "that used to be my office..." He grumbles under his breath as he turns to lead them to the same room they met Valek in before.

Wu looks up at their ship and hummed.

”Not bad... way better than mine.”

he shrugged as he supported his injured vod up into the ship.

Xin pulls out his oversized blaster and carefully aims as Kara tries to ignite her jetpack for a quick escape. Before she can charge it up, he fires, the bolt impacting her pack. It fizzles and sparks, powering down. "Get her boys! She can't get away."

Maya shrugged and followed him in, glad that no one had bothered trying to take their weapons. Guards or no, she doubted Cade and Ge’tal would be unable to shoot their way out of here.

“Did Valek give you instructions to handle this?”

The Chagrian refuses to answer until they are in the office, door shut and locked. He sits down in the chair behind the desk with evident relish and picks up one of three boxes from behind the desk, placing it on the table. "He did, in fact." The banker opens the lockbox, revealing stacks of cash credits. "One hundred thousand in each of these boxes. Go on, you can check." He slides over the box and lifts a second onto the table. "I have a proposition for you, however..."

Maya turns to the others and raises an eyebrow before beginning to count through the boxes of credits.

“A proposition?” She asks idly, doing her best to seem disinterested. “I’ll hear you out, though I should warn you we’re not permitted to work outside the bounds of what our employer authorizes. I’m sure you understand.”

He rolls his eyes, "I heard everything when you were in here with Signa, so don't play games with me. You killed my benefactor and promised his criminal enterprise to that buffoon." He begins flexing his fingers in and out, closing them each time into tighter fists. "I cannot comprehend how such a fool managed to attain such a position! He shouldn't be entrusted with anything more valuable than a broken toothpick. He doesn't know the first thing about running a financial enterprise and seems to think that the most profitable use of money is to leave it sitting in a VAULT. He’s refused no less than seventeen requests for use of the money. SEVENTEEN! The only thing he seems interested in is gambling and satisfying his carnal desires. He doesn’t even give Gorka the courtesy of doing so at his establishments, preferring the lower-class clubs." The Chagrian calms, and his face returns to a more normal shade of blue, "Valek Signa is an incompetent, and it is not prudent for me to stay in this area, as this enterprise will crumble and I do not trust the mercy of Black Sun. I could go on for several minutes about my distaste for Valek, but I shall spare you my diatribe. Suffice to say, I do not like that worm very much and I desire credits and a way offworld. For a fee, I can cover your tracks in the system and make it appear that Valek is responsible for both the theft of the credits and for the death of Gorka the Hutt, leaving you at least mostly in the clear with Jabba."

Kara growled to herself as her jetpack is hit.. So much for a peaceful extraction.

She pulls out a grenade and grins behind the visor, Gorka says Hello. Her voice a mixture of humor and malice as she throws the live grenade towards Xin's men. The look at the device in horror as it bounces at their feet with a dull chunk.

WA-CHOOOOM!!! the grenade's explosion echoed through the street, the shock threw the men on their backs, killing the nearest two. The others began to pick themselves up as they slowly recovered, their ears still ringing.

Kara drew her blaster and began backing up...

Cade tapped his thumb against his thigh plate in thought.. We could set you up with someone else in the underworld if you like... an introduction anyway.. I really shouldn't promise anything.. You know how.. delicate business is.

The two survivors don't even look at Xin, moving quickly forward with their blasters drawn. Xin for his part hurls abuse after them anyway as he charges forwards. "You're DEAD, Mando schutta! DEAD!" The goons take cover behind a parked landspeeder and fire at Kara as she retreats, striking her in the chest, though her armor absorbs most of the damage and it just stings. Xin fires as he charges forwards, his shot hitting her leg and causing her to stumble, though she retains her footing and is only slowed down marginally. Xin keeps charging, clearly intent on just running straight through her and flooring her.

Not before you di'kut! Kara yelled in his face as they struggled to pick themselves up, Be Cade...I think I'll skin you and make a pair of boots... she tilted her head slightly No, you look too soft for that..Kara brought up her blaster and fired. Xin's face distorted from the pain.

Xin's backup rush out of their cover and come for Kara, trying to restrain her, but as one of them grabs at her she jabs him hard with an elbow and spins away. Xin changes up his attack, switching hands with the twin blaster, he swings a fist hard at her helmet and connects, making her head ring and his hand hurt. She drops the pistol and staggers back. Xin snatches up the WESTAR and levels it at her head. "Make me into boots, will you?" He growls. "I'll just make you a corpse."

Back at the ship, Wu went about the task of healing his new comrade.

”Hmmm...”

Analysing the wound, he then drew out some equipment from his medical pack.

”This will hurt abit.”

he warned before he jabbed a needle into the male, applying a slight numbing agent before he applied some liquids to clean the wound. He then began to slowly stitch the injuries up.

“Ah dang!”

The wound was deeper than he had expected and the male had nicked a small blood vessel, causing him to scramble to clot the area, which he successfully did so.

Once done, he sat back, breathing a sigh of relief.

Darien was quiet on the way back to the ship. The gentle movements of the speeder had a soothing effect on his exhausted body and mind, making him feel sleepy. He was only half-aware of the conversation, but enough to have a general idea what was going on and what was being discussed. The movement from the speeder to the ship was painful, but he had enough painkillers in his system that it wasn't too bad. Now, as Wu treats him in the less confined space of the ship, he fully processes previous comments and conversations, pulling together his scattered thoughts into something resembling order.

"What kinds of work?" Realizing he dropped this out of nowhere, he adds, "You mentioned doing 'different kinds of work' than Black Sun. What sort of work is that? And you mentioned a ship? I'm sorry if this seems intrusive, I like to know who I'm dealing with."

Wu then let out a slight shrug.

”I... try my best not to do the standard hunting work... I... have an interest in history, so I take jobs from archaeologists. And yes, I do have a ship, it’s not too far away actually.”

Maya silently wished that Cade hadn't said anything. There was no possible way that they could trust the Chagrian, especially since he had revealed his displeasure with the way that they'd handled things. More importantly though, it was unlikely Jabba could do much of anything at this juncture. There was no reason anyone should know who they were, or what they were doing, at least for the time being. Maya had been very careful to make sure that their real names hadn't been used in these interactions, and as far as what she had said, they wouldn't know her or anyone else by anything but the fake names, like Tyra. Even if someone had tracked them to the ship, she could perform the scrub job it would need to clear it from being identified. The only way she could forsee Jabba - or anyone for that matter - tracking them down past a bit of extra work was if he could trace who collected the actual bounty on Gorka, and linked that to one of their families. Unfortunately if she remembered correctly, a portion of those credits could be traced back to Darien's wife, and that at least wasn't a risk any of them would be willing to take. But the Chagrian still couldn't be trusted either. It wasn't a decision she'd be able to make alone.

"While my friend here is . . .optimistic, that sort of deal isn't something we were given the authority to make. We'd need authorization from someone higher up in our Syndicate. Name your price, I'll relay your offer, and if your terms are acceptable, our organization will fulfill our end of the bargain."