The Whole Crew, Right Through the Front Door

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 he tries to scan the crates. You kind've hoped that they would just wave those through.

The guard jumps, then frowns at you. He wants to know what is in those cases even more now. You're contemplating just knocking him out and storming the place, when Tekka glides out in front of you.

"Oh, forgive him. He's just in such a hurry to speak with Naraya." She reaches out to touch his arm placatingly, and gasps as though he's the strongest man she's ever made contact with. "Although... I am too. The faster we're done here, the faster I can get off." The Duros' jaw drops. "From work! The faster I can get off from work!" Tekka blushes prettily.

You, Timik, and Rogo studiously look anywhere else, as Tekka shamelessly flirts up a storm. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Tekka's hand trail down, grabbing a handful of the Duros' nether regions. She let's put a soft gasp of pleasure, and the Duros chuckles lewdly. "Say, are you free after this? I'm thinking I might like a handsome man to take me out on the town tonight..."

The guard springs into action, and faster than you thought possible you find yourself being hustled down a hallway towards Naraya's office

You grin to yourself. You knew you brought Tekka along for a reason.

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 even know what that thing is. I understand the Twi'lek, but you should know that wasn't an open invitation for your whole crew."

Rogo looks insulted, and Timik squeels with laughter. "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 table. It coils around her, shocking her instantly ****.

At the door, Tekka and Rogo are exchanging fire with onrushing guards, so you heave Naraya's body onto your shoulder. Between the four 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, your crew is speeding towards your hangar, pleasantly surprised by how effective your plan ended up being.