Those who set alarms find them going off exactly on time. Those who don't will wake up whenever they feel rested, as the individual rooms are heavily soundproofed so that not even the sound of a loud holodrama on the vidscreen could awaken them.

The first to walk out of their room finds Varis, eating breakfast, watching the local news. Since she doesn't have any negotiations planned for today, she's dressed in casual clothing.

Aadun opened his eyes and sleepily turned to glare at his alarm.  He sat up and stared off into space several minutes and then he turned the alarm off.  He stands up and stares longingly at his bed.  'You can sleep in after the mission,' he thinks to himself and then walks over to his bag.  The bag was full and most of its contents wound up strewn across the bed before a proper outfit was selected.

All he really needed to do was his normal grooming in order to make himself look presentable and then he stepped out of his room.  It wasn't too surprising that Varis was already up since she seemed to really take her jobs seriously.  "Sleep well?" he asks and he finds a good spot to sit.

"Yes, I did. And you?" she asks more out of politeness than actual interest as she appears to be very absorbed by the news.

"It seems that they've announced a 'quarantine' of Kala'uun for health concerns to the general population of Ryloth. They're claiming they have a possible outbreak of Plyridian Fever, the incubation time of which is four weeks, so Kala'uun has to be quarantined for the next four weeks and they're tracking all freighters which have recently departed as a 'safety precaution.' Someone really wants a chance to work the city over thoroughly."

"Yes," he responds, but doesn't comment further.  He turns his attention also to the news and listens as Varis explains the situation at hand.  He groans inwardly and stands back up.  "What?  That is very troublesome," he says through gritted teeth, but he shuts his eyes and breaths deep.  After a few moments, he seemed to calm himself and it was hard to tell that he had ever began to get angry in the first place.  "This will affect our escape plans."

Varis nods in agreement. "Yes, it will. It also affects negotiations. If the Imperials are planning on staying a month, because they're searching, we won't be negotiating anything or leaving in two weeks as planned. We'll have to work out an alternative escape plan. This mission... it is going extremely wrong disturbingly quickly."

Aadun paces back and forth a few times as if walking would help his mind process the information better.  "We'll just have to make do.  The timeline is greatly extended and if we cause too much trouble too early then we'll have to deal with the consequences directly," he comments, thinking about the mission first.  "Is it a fair guess to assume that the Imperials are probably behind this?"

"I imagine this is the Imperials, yes. As a bit of a correction, though, I think the time line has been shortened, not extended. If they're implementing a serious search, and they think it will take a month, they are bound to check out every option. The longer we're here, the more danger we are in from them.

I don't know about you, but I've no desire to be the subject of an Imperial Inquisitor's speculation or investigation."

'Varis has a point...' Aadun thought to himself as he nods his head.  He didn't think he was outlawed anywhere, but he had done questionable things and it really wouldn't surprise him if the Imperials could dig up something.  He continued to pace a bit, unconsciously, but soon he sits back down in his chair.  "As soon as everybody is ready we need to get going.  I don't think I was paid enough to have to deal with that," he says and his lips curled up into his usual grin.

Varis laughs, amused. "I know I wasn't paid enough for it. I wonder where your compatriots are."

"Good question," he answers and looks in the direction of the rooms.  "If it takes too much longer, do you want me to wake them up?"

Krysten stepped out of her 'fresher in her own quarters about the time Aadun got up and began getting dressed.  She had already been up for close to an hour, but she had been working out and was in dire need of a sonic shower.

She stepped into the main room just as Aadun offered to go wake folks up with her helmet under one arm.  She set the helmet on a counter top before beginning to load a plate with foods like nerf bacon, Nubian eggs, hash browns and shaak sausage from the selection room service had delivered.

As she sat down on a stool with her helmet in easy reach, she started digging into the plate in what many would consider a "military" fashion.  She was polite about it, but everything simply disappeared into her petite form.  When she was done, she turned to Varis.

"I had the news on in my quarters.  I've never heard of this plague, but it sounds like we need to get our mission done in a hurry.  Are we going after the brother?  Or are we going to try and talk to the sister?"

"Plyridian Fever is real enough. And it presents a real risk, but I'm fairly certain this is a ploy rather than an actual possible epidemic. Unless the Imperials released it intentionally."

She sighs and shakes her head. "You all need to get on with your mission. I'm going to work on finding alternate routes out of Kala'uun."

Kala had spent a bit of the morning in meditation in her room. Exercises to clear her mind, and help her relax. Soon, she was ready to meet the day. She headed for the refresher, and one out, dressed in some casual clothing. She turned on the local news feed, and frowned.

She exited her room, and came down to the main room. She saw Aadun and Varis there. "Hello there. So, the imperials are soon to be knocking on doors, to make sure we don't have this plague. Is there a smuggling compartment on the ship we could hide things in that we do not wish to be caught with?" She said, as she helped herself to some breakfast.

In answer to Kala's question, Varis responds, "There is. Although I don't guarantee privacy from myself. I'll personally put anything you want in the compartment, but I'm not going to just show you the secrets of my ship."

"It's fine." Kala replied. Varis would either search her bag, or she would not. She perhaps had to trust her a little, or else spend her days and nights lying awake, wondering if anyone in the group was going to betray her.

"I would recommend we get a copy of the latest Imperial laws, so we know what we can and cannot carry, to reduce us being hassled everywhere we go." She suggested, as she smiled to the others.

"As long as you have a permit, you can carry anything. Otherwise, any weapons are illegal," Varis tells her. "If you've got weapons, just don't get searched."

Aadun stood up and stifled a yawn.  Now that more people were beginning to show up, he walked over and got a small breakfast for himself while he listened to the conversation between Kala and Varis.  'Now, what could she be hiding,' he wondered to himself more due to curiosity than anything else.  He certainly hadn't come clean with all of his own secrets, so it wasn't really surprising that nobody else had either.

Eventually, he turned his attention away from Kala and grinned over at Varis.  "Good advice."

Suddenly, the sound of a door hissed open and through it stepped a familiar visage. With neither a smile nor disdain for the glorious time of day, Joron Sarrus waltzed toward the scent of bountiful nourishment without the usual swagger in his step. Today he had dressed casually, or at least what was causal for him. The ensemble was stylish yet utilitarian. Unlike the robe, which was bent more on impressing peerage and upholding social graces, the slacks, long sleeved shirt and vest he adorned offered more freedom of movement. And when anything could go wrong, that freedom of movement was nothing to scoff at.

"Good morning," the noble said, his voice carrying a vestige of drowsiness not uncommon to those that weren't morning persons. "What are we-" Looking from the plates of others to the holovid display, the news broadcast ushered in a terrible silence. Plague. Quarantine. Four weeks!?

It was a slap in the face, like the start of one terrible event that could only lead to another. For now, he stared at the screen, watching the news cast over and over again. Perhaps...he was in denial or perhaps, it hadn't sunk in. But maybe, just maybe, the noteworthy schemer was trying to discern a way to use it to their advantage.

"We're eating breakfast and discussing the quarantine while we wait for everyone to be up and ready to get started. I was just telling Aadun that I believe it would be an excellent idea to complete the mission objectives as quickly as possible and get off planet."

As the others either enjoyed their breakfast or shared the day’s news Narik looking relaxed entered the dining area. He worn light weight and pale grey clothes, the loose garments were designed to be worn under his usual robes which he evidently decided not to wear for breakfast.

The soldier frowned at the news but made sure to smile at his companions as he served himself a bowl of cereal, seated he poured a cup blue milk before he dug in. Between mouthfuls he addressed some of their concerns ”I’d say we stick together, purchase a gift for Brill and then meet with him” he shrugged his shoulders at the mention of contraband ”my weapons are licensed and my cover here as head of security offers me plenty of reason to remain armed. I’d hope we could complete the mission without getting into a blaster fight however”.

"Wonder if they actually released the fever on the city," Joron murmured as he finally took a seat. Knowing what he knew of Imperial tactics, it went without saying that if cases of it started popping up, they had all the more reason to stay and quarantine people. However, even if they had not, it gave the Inquisitor the perfect excuse to take anyone he saw fit. Were it not for the disease's four week incubation period and their desire to get off the rock as soon as possible, it may have been something to use...

After Narik made his suggestion, the dark haired noble nodded. "Indeed. Did you have anything in mind for a gift?"

”If Brill is an ambitious man then he will be keen to promote a good image. A gift of good taste and obvious value that he could be seen to receive. Could we offer some award from the Kaartuum Design Consortium that he could display in his office?” Narik suggested an idea although the giving of gifts was not his trade, he deferred to Joron ”maybe you have an idea yourself” he prompted Joron.

Aadun listened to the two men's conversation, while he ate his breakfast.  The gift was completely out of his territory and not somthing he had ever really had to do before.  After a few moments of thought, he says, "I'd just get him a bottle of Ryloth's finest, or close enough since I'm cheap."

"If you want to give him a bottle of expensive alcohol, I'll donate something from the reserves I have aboard the Lorelei. If you can find out what he likes to drink, in particular, that would help. Of course, with the quarantine, and no trade beyond Imperial checked 'essentials' any liquor will be in short supply soon enough."

Joron frowned. "The art of gift giving comes from knowing a person, preferably knowing more about them than they of you. For twi'leks, this custom is sign of friendship. Something so simple as a bottle of wine could suffice for an enterprising young businessman and allow us something to toast with during the advent of any...arrangements." Allowing himself due pause, the noble pursed his lips when a new thought came to mind. "If he has any ire toward the Distombe Clan, I would see one of their women enslaved, have her name changed to..." he quickly spoke a word in Ryl. "Then present her to Brill. Though...I somehow feel his father would appreciate the gesture far more."

For those fluent in the language, they would quickly realize the word meant gift.
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"So, the plans are to give him an expensive bottle, or a slave woman?" Kala said, as she shook her head a little. "Really, kidnapping someone of that clan would be counter-productive anyway. Think about it, if we kidnap her today to present her to Brill, the other clan members may be alerted that something is going on, and tighten their security."

She shook her head. "With the Quarentine, things are about to get scarce around here. If we have something that Brill could sell for an inflated price during the shortage, I think that would be a good gift for him as a businessman."

Joron stared at Kala as if she had taken everything he said out of context. "Oh I never suggested anything about kidnapping her. I merely expressed that such a gift would be acceptable and welcome to a member of a rival clan. Please keep in mind that the only person among us that has spoken of kidnapping is Kaiten," So saying, he looked to the absent bodyguard's room then shrugged his shoulders. "There are far more subtle ways to acquire a person."

"Your idea has merit, even if it lacks specifics." With a flicker of colluded hazel eyes, the noble stared at the mounding Zabrak. "Aadun, perhaps you can use your computer to tell us more about Brill?"

As if mentioning him summoned him, Kaiten's door opens and the human male steps out. "Good morning," he says, quietly, acknowledging those present with a small nod.

"I saw the quarantine. I guess it must be the Imperials," he says, echoing the thoughts of many others this morning.

"So, we simply obtain this woman from a shop or something? Unless you plan on winning her in a game of chance, the only way we'd get our hands on someone like that would be to either use trickery, get them drunk and bring them back here, or something else that would be kidnapping, no matter the way you look at it." Kala replied, as she shrugged a little. "I don't want to make this misson any harder then it has to be. And making one of the family disappear isn't likely to make our misson easier."

Kaiten shoots Joron a look that says... well, a lot of not very nice things. "I don't even have to guess who suggested kidnapping. I'm with Kala on this one. We avoid kidnapping women."

He walks over and leans over to ask Kala a question, whispering to her. [Private to Kala Jorn: 'I know it was Joron, but who is he suggesting we kidnap?]

Narik spooned the last mouthful of his breakfast into his mouth and leaned back on his stool. A decision would have to be made and an appointment arranged. The soldier offered a clear plan of action ”we should set up the meeting and obtain the gift. Joron and Kala as aides to the negotiator could arrange the appointment for later today whilst Aadun checks where Brill shops and what he purchased we should then be able find a suitable gift in from within the stores of the Lorelei”.
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"That would be you," Joron replied to Kaiten with a smile that could only be replied as pleasant. "You were the one that suggested we kidnap someone last night, now weren't you? I've not said a thing about kidnapping anybody."

Still smiling, he turned to Kala. "You really needn't protest; I've already stated that such a gift would make a better fit for Lord Orn rather than Brill, meaning I did not find it appropriate given our present time constraints and...obstructions. However, those aside, it was nevertheless an answer to Master Narik's question. Which was the point to the answer. Some of you may not agree with the culture here, but..." he shrugged. "That's just the way things are."

Though his ideas were often devious, Joron had no intention of making their mission harder or bringing the wrath of the Empire down on them. Still, he was willing to do what it took to succeed and when one worked for a Crime Lord the good and moral scarcely coincided with what someone had to do.

"Unless any of you have an alternative, or a gift that might coincide with Miss Jorn's plan, I agree with Narik's proposal."

_{OOC: Cross posted with Narik, added response.}
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"Last night, I suggested kidnapping as an alternative to murder. And we were talking about several men as targets. Today, well, I admit I wasn't here for the conversation, so I apologize if I interrupted. I'm definitely against kidnapping someone and giving them away as a gift, though," Kaiten responds to Joron, unruffled.

"I will look up some information on Brill," Aadun says when he finds an appropriate lull in the conversation.  He then sits back and listens to the "show" without bothering to hide his amusement.

"If you are going to go that far, why not also kill the person you're trying to obtain. If she is a member of the family, then it would accomplish the mission, would it not?" Kala asked, slightly sarcastically. "I would prefer that we appeal to his business sense, rather then his cultural. Sure, having a member of a rival family as a slave would be nice, but credits for a businessman are usually what he covets. Or perhaps find out who his competitors are, and find a way to shut down their operations for a little while. Wouldn't that make a good gift?"

"I'm afraid murder does not garner the desired result," Joron frowned. "Master Kaiten's feelings aside, it only achieves our goal temporarily. To truly remove the Distombe's from their seat of power, shame must be brought to their clan, not simple death. As you can clearly see, when shame is not a factor, the clan that once ruled swiftly moves to retake control. Much as Lord Orn has done."

"If we merely murder a member of the Distombe clan, they will simply rally the support of others and plot to retake Kala'uun. Often times, such acts can bloom to civil war, an act I feel may be blamed on us and our employer should it happen. However, if we shame the clan and remove them from power, they will lose whatever support they have and be unable to reclaim the city. Thus why I previously suggested framing them for stolen artifacts."

"Your idea for a gift is a fine one," Joron agreed. "Though a time consuming one and I think we'd all agree that to leave this planet as quickly as possible is desired. Unless," He paused, taking a moment to look at the view screen. "One of his business competitors just happens to be among the Distombe Clan. Should one of his rivals be caught with performing illegal deeds...and this attention is brought to the attention of those above..." He trailed off, allowing the idea to rest in the minds of others.

"Now, as Narik proposed, we may just go to Brill with a bottle of wine and discuss this all with him. That is, unless Aadun can discover whether or not the above theory holds an essence of truth. Thoughts?"
[private to Kala Jorn: I know our characters are being mildly argumentative, so I just want to ensure you know it's nothing personal. My character is just something of a schemer, coming from Tapani and all. That said, I'll be happy to go with whatever the group decides on doing. :)]
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Narik nodded his head to demonstrate his consent for his own plan. ”Once we have conferred with Brill we may be able to grasp a better understanding of our next action. Brill will serve as our local source of information and customs. Our plans will depend on his belief that it will propel either him or his sister into their new leadership role”.

"All right, let's get Aadun or Narik to run a search for what Brill's purchasing habits or interests might be as far as a good gift. Then you can purchase it or take it from my collection, and go see him. It's time for action, ladies and gentlemen."

Aadun stood up and stretched.  He had finished eating his breakfast sometime during the conversation and he went to put the utensils and things away.  "I'll be right back," he says, a smirk of amusement still left on his face.  He bowed his head to the group and then left the room.

[Private to The Force: You rolled 27 using 1d20+14 ((13)). Use Computer]

Kaiten grabs something eat while Aadun is gone.

[Private to Aadun Ogden: Purchasing habits: He's apparently won some auctions for rare vintages of wine. Also likes women a lot and has a small harem of slave women. He collects artifacts from Ryloth's past as well, often loaning them to museums.]

Kala nodded to the others, and excused herself from the table, heading back to her room. From one of the larger suitcases, she pulled a smaller case. Inside, were a lot of different pieces of something. She put a few other odds and ends in the case to fill it up, and better hide the pieces.

Granted, unless one knew what they were looking at, it would be hard to tell what the finished product was. She headed back to the dining area, and handed it to Varis. "I would ask you to store this then." She said, as she gave the other woman a smile.

Narik was glad to have the plan agreed. It allowed them all to focus and start working together as a team. When Aadun excused himself Narik was not sure if the Zabrak was following Varis’s direction or running some personal errand. He didn’t get a chance to question Aadun so to eliminate any chance for error Narik retrieved his own datapad from his room and returned to the dining room with it under his arm.

Seated back at the table he switched the computer on and began his own checks on Brill. Searching for any details on the Twi’lek, his habits and his likes.

A little bit later, Aadun walked back into the room and took his seat. "Turns out Brill seems to have won an auction or two for some rare vintage wine," he says with a light shrug.  "So this may be a good way to go.  He also has a harem of slave women and he collections historical artifacts.  He's such a good guy he's known for lending them to the museum," he says, reading from his a list

To listen to Brill's likes and dislikes brought no small amount of satisifaction to Joron's ears. Like any twi'lek with power, he was a collector of exquisite rarities, a category that seemed to coincide with collecting slaves. Glancing at Kala, he could only help but wonder how the man would take her presence; some were not to be trusted.

"Well then, I say we take a bottle of one of the rarest bottles of wine on the ship and be off." So saying, the human stood from his seat and headed toward the hanger.

In the end Narik was not required to even make the briefest search on his datapad and shut it down. He then strapped on his two blasters, and then he pulled his robes over his shoulders to conceal them.

”Let’s give him a call then” the soldier looked to Joron to do the honours as he stood at the ready.
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"I'll be back in a few minutes. I need to put away Kala's bag and I'll pick up a bottle of wine while I'm there," she says. "I know just the vintage to donate. Only a true connoisseur will appreciate it."

For a brief moment, Kala thought she saw the tiniest bit of worry in Joron's eyes as he looked at her. Though, that could be the speck of dust he might have in his eye.

This brill sounded like most of the criminal element that seemed to thrive in the dark parts of the galaxy. Some who she had encountered before, she just had to keep her guard up.

Varis returns a few minutes later, sans bag, holding a small wooden crate. It looks very rustic, considering the technology available in the galaxy, but perhaps that just means it is that much more valuable.

"Be gentle with this. Don't jostle it," she says, handing the crate to Joron.

Krysten took the time that Aadun was in his room searching to return to her room as well, and returned with her small armory of a blaster carbine slung over her shoulder within easy reach, her two heavy blaster pistols riding low on her thigh armor and her wrist rocket launcher prominent on her right wrist.  On her left was a datapad modified to be used with a single hand while her bandolier bristled with ammunition for her wrist launcher and ammunition packs for her blasters.  All in all, despite her almost petite frame, she provided a very attention-grabbing visual.  Something that would grab everyone's attention, and leave little room in someone's mind for the other, less-spectacular members of the group.

OOC: In the event that you choose to return to the hotel, just post back here.

When you return to the hotel after your meeting with Brill, you find the penthouse is currently empty, except for two of the security guards.

Kala entered the penthouse, and gave a little sigh. They would have to inform Varis of what happened in the meeting, and she would no doubt be a little unhappy about what had unfolded. They would also have to use the Ship's communication system to go and inform Orn.

So, she headed for Varis' room, and knocked on the door, hoping she would be in.

After waiting for several minutes, there is still no answer from the rooms that Varis is currently using.

Kala sighed. The others would be joining her shortly, or should be. Though, there was still enough time to inform Orn of the situation. The ship would have a better comminications suite, and probably less chance of getting intercepted and decoded, depending on what sort of gear the imperials were using. Not that they would care, per se.

So, Kala began to make her way to the hangar.

In the hangar, at the ramp of the ship, there is a posted Officer of the Watch, to ensure that no one boards without authorization. "Ah, Ms. Jorn, what can I do for you today?" the crewman asks politely.

Narik after his brief private meeting with Kala made his way to the group’s communal living area whilst the Zeltron returned to the Lorelei to get a message to Orn. The soldier found a seat and unceremoniously swung his booted feet up to rest his heels on the table. He still hadn’t really calmed down after the confrontation with Brill but made a show that he was relaxed. Soon they would be doing it all over again with Sinya.

When the others joined him he smiled and asked the group about Orn’s daughter ”what gift shall we take Sinya?”.

"Hello there. I actually need to access the communications suite aboard the ship." Kala replied, as she nodded to the crew member. "I would rather not use the unit in the hotel, as it could be intercepted and the mission could be compromised."

Aadun walked in at his own pace and looked over at Narik.  "I may have salvaged some relationship with Brill, so don't worry about setting us back.  Next time, try to have some self control.  Nobody wants to be lectured after all."

Once he had that out of his system, he shrugs his shoulders.  "Depending on whether or not she was trying to hide that relationship, the pictures  may be useful.  Otherwise I suppose I could research her like I did Brill."

"Yes ma'am, go right ahead," he says, allowing her inside.

Kala nodded.

"Thank you very much." She said, as she headed into the ship. She had gotten to know the major areas of the vessel, and so, she headed for the communication room. She headed over to the panel, hoping they had programmed in an easy way to contact Orn.

"Uncertain," Joron stated with a small shrug of his shoulders. "In the portrait she seemed most lascivious with her... friend. More wine could do the trick, but..." He trailed off. Sinya certainly did not carry the visage he first imagined when Lord Orn told them she was a doctor. Maybe she had morals, or maybe it was simply the most lucrative career outside of politics she could muster? Her father believed her to be an innocent...

But fathers were often mistaken about their daughters.

"A word of advice, Master Narik. Never appeal to a businessman's, especially a twi'lek businessman's, sense of honor or decency." The noble grinned as he reclined in one of the chairs. "You'll get about the same response out of one as you would our employer...if not worse." Right now, they could only be thankful Aadun had assuaged the eldest son; if he hadn't...

"It would be most beneficial to us." Joron nodded to the Zabrak. "Personally, I'm interested in seeing just what kind of doctor she is... and her record."
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Narik remained cool as the Zabrak tried to berate him. There was no recognised chain of command expect Jaerad. Perhaps Varis had some element of control but each of them could act freely. Narik could say what he liked to who he liked, same as Aadun and Joron were doing now. The soldier shrugged ”Brill don’t need to like us we ain’t employed by him, let him fret. He’s been warned that we’re going to act, if he don’t make his move then one of his brothers or even his sister will if they're ambitious enough” he kept his feet on the table and smiled at his companions.

It would be good to get some intelligence on Sinya ”go ahead find out what you can about Sinya before we head over to see her” Narik nodded ”after that we’ll have committed ourselves to bringing down the Distombe clan. We’ll be making real enemies then, you shouldn’t be afraid of upsetting folk when you’ve been sent here to kill’em”.
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Aadun glared at Narik not bothering to hide just how angry he was.  'Stupid human,' he thinks to himself and crosses his arms.  "You had better hope that ruining our chances of having a reasonable conversation about Sinya doesn't affect this mission and my future job prospects," he says with a certain edge to his voice.

"Now, I'm going to go do my research."  He turned and left the room.

[Private to The Force: You rolled 22 using 1d20+14 ((8)). Use Computer]

At the present moment with Imperial presence success in the mission was becoming a less likely event. Narik had no desire to wind the Zabrak up any further however so he let the matter slip. Like he’d said people were going to die, they’d be lucky if none of them were included in the death count.

Aadun had a chance to cool down while he was off working on the computer, so when he came back to the room, he was mostly his usual self.  "I've found out that Sinya is pristine.  A good doctor in a charity clinic who is also a socialite.  There isn't a hint of scandal, even with her friend.  His name is Valsil Olan, whose family owns this very hotel, and they are the same social class and age."

"She'll probably laugh at us if we show them the pictures, so there's no chance of blackmail.  We'll have to get her a gift."

Olan Marquis Hotel - Evening, After the Meeting with Sinya

You return to your hotel again after the meeting with Sinya, which seems to have gone considerably better than the one with Brill, defying Orn's expectations.

Kala returned to the hotel and sighed a little bit. Already, the mission might be in trouble, if they didn't get a response from Orn soon. She also hoped that Varis hadn't rummaged through her bag and perhaps seen something she didn't want seen.

Shaking her head, she took a seat in the main room.

As the door to their suite closed, Krysten unsealed her helmet with a hiss of equalizing pressure and lifted it off, shaking out her hair.

"So, how did the meeting with the sister go?"

"A little different then the meeting with the brother. Interestingly enough, both of them do not wish for her to be on the ruling council." Kala replied, as she sighed a little. "I do need to check and see if Orn had responded to our communication, and bring him up to speed. Hopefully there's no blaster cannon built into the communications system so that they can shoot the messenger..."

Aadun walked in after the women and shook his head.  "She did seem easier to manage, even if she has no want to be a part of our plan.  This may just come down to how stubborn Orn is." he says and crosses his arms.  "So far it doesn't appear that he shares his son's disdain for women, but I still wonder if you're the best person to give him this news.  Not that I think there is anything wrong with you, or your abilities, Kala, but the regard for women here is not what it is on other planets."

"I can understand your concern Aadun. If you want to be there when I deliver the knews, that would be fine. I attempted to contact him earlier, but he was... indisposed at the time. So, he is probably going to attempt to contact me back." Kala replied, with a nod. "So, I leave that choice to you."

There are no messages waiting in the suite, but for security reasons, they'd be on the ship anyway, since that is where they would have been received.

Kaiten made an excuse not to return to the penthouse, saying that he an errand he wanted to take care of quickly.

Aadun nodded his head.  "It may not be necessary, but just keep me informed.  Truly, I wish I could have worked on Brill longer, but I'm afraid he may be a lost cause now.  Maybe, if I find something on him, we can make him cooperate.  It would have to be something really big though," he says idly and then sits down in a chair.

"As far as the assassination goes, we need to get on with it so we can get out of here."

The team’s progress was difficult to assess. The appearance of the Imperial Inquisitor as they arrived made for a tricky mission but the absence of any obvious allies or cooperation from Orn’s children left them with little to show for their time in Kala’unn. ”We should decide our next action. Without the cooperation of Brill or Sinya do we continue regardless?” he asked everyone.

Aadun nodded his head and looked over at Narik.  Any earlier animosity appeared to be gone and he has gone back to his usual neutral demeanor.  "You're right, Narik.  Neither of them have been helpful and it would have been good if Orn had actually warned us about Brill's feelings for his sister.  Either he's in denial or he's blind."

"Are you suggesting we should just give up?" he asks after a moment of silence and looks over at the man again.

"Not necessarily blind or in denial. He may truly not be aware. Consider that he probably hasn't had regular contact with his children since he left Kala'uun. In the hopes of ensuring his expected inheritance, I suspect that Brill kept his feelings about his sister between his brothers and himself.

"On the other hand, it seems quite likely that Orn knows exactly how Brill feels and left Sinya with all those holdings on purpose to keep her from being dependent on her brother. Orn may be hoping or expecting that Brill's ambitions outweigh his dislike of his sister," Varis says from the doorway.

As the discussion continued Narik found himself a seat and relaxing his slung the outer cloak of his robes across the back of the chair. He considered the Zabrak’s query carefully before he answered ”I’m not suggesting we quit just yet but not sure if the assassination Skaan Distombe will achieve anything if the Ziveri clan do not step up to take power afterwards. If they’re not united or prepared I suspect some other clan will seizure the opportunity offered, putting us back to square one” he replied ”from where I stand our focus must be to bring together the Ziveri clan so that they can rival any clan in Kala’uun. Only then can we begin our offence against the Distombe clan”.
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"If he did know then it would have been prudent for him to at least tell us of his suspicions," he comments and sighs.  "Not that any of that matters now.  So, what do you suggest?  We speak with Brill again?  Track down the other brothers?  Force Brill and Sinya to talk?"
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"It takes parents with specific interests to truly know everything about their children," Joron shrugged nonchalantly. "Aadun, I think it may prove most beneficial if you could dig up any filth on Brill that you can."

Though, could the Zabrak perform such a feat? Oh, it was true that he managed to dig up information on the siblings once before but the brash young noble could not help but ponder whether or not that was the extent to the knowledge available or Ogden's skill. Beneath a shroud of indifference, a modicum of the well-dressed human hoped that the slicer could pull through for them. But it was best not to rest upon hope alone...

"Though, Miss Jorn, I believe you are mistaken. I'm under the impression she very much wishes to be part of the council. You heard the way she spoke of her good intentions. It is the futility of sharing that power with her brothers that vexes her." Suddenly he turned to Narik. "No assassinations. That should be a last resort. After meeting her, I very much doubt she will agree to do anything if a Distombe suddenly dies of anything short of ... natural causes."

Again, his mind wandered to the propaganda each of them witnessed on the news. Were Sinya the cooperative sort, they might have procured a sample to use, but no... they were left to their own devices.

"For now, I must work on drafting an... agreement between the good Doctor and her kin, one to ensure their cooperation on the council. Varis? If I could borrow your ear for a moment...? Aadun, if you find anything of note, perhaps on either party, do let me know."

If there was nothing further, Joron sauntered for his room.

"If you'd like a private word, Joron, you should accompany me to the Lorelei. I need to check my messages and then I need to make some calls," Varis says.

"If anyone else needs me, you'll find me aboard the ship." So saying, she turns and heads towards the elevator.

Kala raised an eyebrow as Joron and Varis left the room to go talk on the ship. She stood up herself and walked over to Aadun, patting him on the shoulder. "I know you'll find something we can use." She said, as she flashed a smiled before making her own way to the ship.

She needed to check the communication unit, to see if Orn had sent a reply when they were out.

Aadun nodded his head and responds, "Thanks." He tilts his head and watches her leave, not bothering to hide exactly what he was staring at.  Once she is out of sight, he looks over at Narik and shrugs.  "I guess I should try to find some dirt on Brill then."

As the group split up, Krysten shrugged philosophically.

"I'll be in my quarters.  If you need someone assassinated or someone guarded, give me a holler."

With that, she turned on her heel and moved to her room.
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A moment of peace without restraints was always valued by Narik. As a soldier’s life could be ended quickly so it was worth taking a moment to enjoy the slower times. His lips curled into a wry smile as he turned to Aadun ”if we could persuade him to join his sister for its own benefit it would be preferable to forcing him with blackmail. Maybe you could investigate what motivates him and how his business could prosper if he was allied with Sinya. A willing ally will be easier to work with than if we twist his arm. If we force him when the pressures off he’s likely to bite ours hands off”.

With a shrug ”I’ll leave the holonet to you” he commented, aware that his own abilities were barely amateur. When everyone was busy the soldier left Aadun and the others to their tasks. Maybe he could get some information of the streets. He had rested long enough; he went to knock on Krysten’s door ”do you want go see what we can dig up on the street?” he asked her.

Still in her armor with weapons mounted, she nodded.

"Sure.  Did you have anywhere in particular you wanted to go?"

As she finished the question, the helmet that was never very far from hand slid over her features, sealing the suit with a short hiss.

Since it appeared that everybody was going to be busy for a while, Aadun stood up, stretched and went off to find a computer he could work on.  The information wouldn't magically appear in his head and the sooner he gets started the sooner he could hopefully unwind in a cantina after it is done.

As Krysten readied herself and her armour Narik nodded ”aye” he straightened his own cloak and turned to leave ”I’ve a feeling that there’s plenty going on that we have not noticed yet. It started when Varis hitched a ride here and then the Inquisitor made an appearance. I reckon whilst Kala irons out the details with Orn and Aadun completes his research we should see if we can learn more about the Inquisitor and why there are here. We can start by heading into the city; maybe visit the city hall, museum or wherever Joron said the Inquisitor would be going. What do you think?” Narik had spoken little with Krysten and was curious how she assessed the situation.

Aadun wandered back out into the main room of the hotel and upon seeing nobody around, he heads off to the ship where he remembered some of his companions went earlier.  In fact, Joron told him to find him, so that is what he decided to do first.

Steady footfalls catch the Zabrak's attention as Joron Sarrus walks through the halls of the ship. His gait is slow, even and leisurely, perhaps more so than usual. With hands clasped behind his head, the young noble gazes at the ceiling until the slicer's crown comes into view.

"Mmm?" The Tapani murmured, lowering his hands to his side as he levels his gaze on the man. "You've found something?"

"I have an idea, anyway.  Little bit of deception, but it could give Brill the insentive to work with his sister," he says and crosses his arms.  "I'll start from the beginning.  Brill is clean and I think I could search for the next hundred years and still not find anything that would be good blackmail material.  The only thing he's doing illegally is possible smuggling and it would be in our best interests not to get the Empire involved right now."

"So, I looked into his business interests.  When this deal goes through and Orn's children are running the place his business has the chance to increase at least 25% in profits from the smuggling operation he will set up with Kienaan.  Therefore, I suggest we let him believe that this venture is only open to him if he accepts his sister.  What do you think?"

"It could work," Joron nodded. "Even if he's stubborn and spiteful enough to turn his nose up at the potential profits because of Sinya, if he believes this is his only chance at them, he may very well take it. Men like him care for very little and their income is one of them. His illegal shipping could act as the proper leverage we need. Even without drawing the Empire into this, we need only offer his rivals that information. Or worse, reinforce the fact Sinya knows of said dealings and that we cannot stop her from using said knowledge against him should he not cooperate. But, we can use that as a last resort, should he not see the, how you say, initial profit of such a merger."