Everyone But Tekka, Right Through the Front Door

Tekka is still recovering from her injuries out in the desert, and while she insists she can still go, you don't think it's a good idea. You'd much rather she rest and recuperate, in case she's needed later.

When you arrive, the doorman at Naraya's club is looking at you skeptically, and frankly you don't blame him. If someone walked up to the Convor with five mystery crates and demanded to speak with you, your crew would laugh in their faces and/or shoot them. But you hire teammates. Gangsters hire henchman. And henchman are almost invariably stupid.

"No, I didn't call to make an appointment. I'm under strict orders. I talk about my business with no one but Naraya. No one."

The guard, a wiry and suspicious looking duros, calls in to a superior. Apparently you get the go ahead, because he pulls out a hand held scanner, and runs it over you. You've already disarmed, hoping to look as innocent as possible. You curse loudly as tries to scan the crates. You kind've hoped that they would just wave those through.

Your curse does seem to startle him slightly. It would appear he is on edge, both expecting and worried about getting yelled at. It gives you an idea.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Put that fucking thing away!"

You glance around furtively and flip open one of the cases, revealing a mound of shiny coins. "No one scans the fucking boxes. These are Chadra-Fan security boxes. They melt the shit out of the contents if they detect a scan." Timik giggles uncontrollably with delight. It's unsettling, even if you know it's a lie. "Do you want to explain to the boss why I have 5 cases of melted scrap, instead of officially stamped peggats? You better believe I'm telling her I fucking warned you."

The guard looks visibly shaken. You're guessing he's not been warned a large shipment of coins is coming through, and might get in trouble just for KNOWING you have it. He doesn't even think to wonder why you would put money in a self-destructing box. He barely thinks twice before putting the scanner away, and leading you on through the doors.

You grin to yourself.

It always works. Every. Damn. Time.

You're led into Naraya's office, where the beauty is sitting behind an extravagant desk. Two burly guards stand at either shoulder, and she's leaning on her elbows, eyebrow arched quizzically.

"When I said you answered to me, I didn't mean you had to hand deliver the packages."

You grin sheepishly. "Well, I'll admit I wanted to see you. You mentioned working with you might be pleasurable..."

"So you brought a Dug and a... I don't know what that thing is. You should know that was a warning not to cross me. It wasn't an open invitation for your crew to come parading through my club."

Rogo looks insulted, and Timik squeels with laughter. Rogo glares sullenly. "Yoo are noot my type."

"Well, word on the street is you're looking to build up a strong crew for yourself. I figured I would bring mine, show you exactly what you would get if you hired me on full time." She nods, but seems unconvinced. "And I kinda needed them to carry boxes. They're heavy."

You flip open your box, your crew following suit. Naraya seems impressed by the areay of sparkly coins you have brought. She greedily eyes the bounty you have for her.

"Impressive. It's even more than I would have expected. How did you squeeze that out of those farmers?"

"That's the best part!" You enthusiastically reach past the thin layer of coins, drawing out the blaster concealed inside. Before they can react, both guards are full of smoking holes. "I didn't!"

Naraya is reaching for what you assume is a blaster under her desk. Timik has already reached into his case, and lobs an electrified bolo across the tablw. It coils around her, shocking her instantly ****. Timik seems to find it funny, collapsing in a fit of shrieking giggles.

At the door, Rogo is exchanging fire with onrushing guards, so you leave Naraya's body and join him. Timik gets over his giggling fit, lobbing a plethora of strange devices down the hallway, and between the three of you, you manage to outgun the disorganized guards. They are leaderless and surprised, and half have already booked it out of the club.

Faster than you'd imagined, you are speeding towards your hangar, pleasantly surprised by how effective your plan ended up being.