Sjl, now Mr. Green, pocketed the datapad and progressed from the office of the commissioners. His mind concentrated on the plan ahead as he thought of a list of items, locations and people to see. He left for the cruisers parked and picked one with a droid driver, sitting inside comfortably.
“Greetings Mr Green, how may I assist you?” The droid was delightfully pleasant, which made Green more concentrated.
“Let’s see, I need a formal suit for when I enter Hotel O’val in three days. I need to find a suitable and concealing weapon to use against her. Probably a small dart gun with knock-out effects. I require some alcohol before hand because I am in no shape to waltz inside and become this Mr. Green. I also need some credits, because I know this hotel owns a casino area, and finally I need an escape route, which will be a vehicle of some kind. Let’s head to the nearest garage for speeders.” Sjl noted to himself, then patted the droid’s cold shoulder.
“Affirmative sir!” The droid whirred out, then sped off into the night.
Ku Vrak’s Mechanical Emporium,
20 miles south of Estle City,
The rickety and dusty hut that sat on the border of the road was scattered with rusting vehicles and hydraulic parts. The door was covered by a dusty red cloth to keep the sun out, and a small arched window held the face of a Blood carver.
The beady brown eyes of the creature darted around his yard as he saw a robed Zelosian slowly walk into his premises. Scurrying quickly, the insectoid darted from the window and flicked back the cloth as he jumped out of his hut.
“Oi! What on Selen are your filth doing on my property? Shouldn’t you be soaking in the sun or wasting someone else’s time?” The old Blood carver kept waving and stabbing at Green’s direction with his fingers.
Green smirked and slowly pushed over a wreck that used to be a good speeder. “I have no idea what i’m doing in this useless place, this is all garbage. But I want a good speeder, something far superior to your loose standards.”
The Zelosian tried to press the Blood carver into submitting, but they were both enjoying this game of insults.
“Well your young and inexperienced mush that you call a ‘brain’ will never think to come here. This is a mechanical emporium, and the best shop on this continent to buy a speeder!” The Blood carver opened his arms with pride as the two men stood together.
“Well then it’s a good job I was cursed to be stuck here, because I demand a decent speeder, and none of that crap you leave rotting in the sun.”
The venerable blood carver, known by Green as Ku, motioned them to the side of his hut. There, Ku yanked a blue cloth from the top of a very slim and polished speeder. The body was covering a very complex engine and the handles were covered in many different buttons Mr. Green didn’t understand.
“It’s easy, you imbecile, the outer left button is the ignition, the central left is the headlights, the lever at the bottom right is the acceleration and the scroll bar on the right handle is the clutch.” Ku directed his hand towards the areas as Green slowly nodded in reply, then handing the old blood carver a case of credits.
“Does it come in black?” A smirk slowly crept across the Zelosian’s face that pleased Ku.
Madame Electus’ box of pleasures,
Mr. Green walked down a widened street and towards the modernised building complex known as a tailors. The entire street held complexes just as eccentric as this, with super-sized products sitting on the faces and a picture of the owner smiling cheerfully. The doors remained the same as everywhere else however, the grey metallic frame and red wood. Green approached the tailors and pressed his hand against the door and pushed inside. The clean aroma of pine and bleach surrounded his senses, as well as the prominent scent of leather. He looked inside as he shut the door, and was greeted by the hooked, alluring grin of a well toned and busty woman with raven hair.
“Welcome sir, come to dip your curiosity into my box of pleasures?” Her voice was silky soft and in a happy tone.
“Yes I am Madam, I need a formal wear for my evening event in two days, i’m sure you can help me slip into something.” He gave her a soft wink as her cheeks blushed rather innocently at his notion.
“Oh course sir! I can promise that you will be the delicious delight at this evening. Right this way sir.” She gave Mr. Green a wink back and twirled on her heels, then bounced away towards the changing rooms. Her hands were busy juggling a measurer as she enjoyed the personal touch in her craft.
Minutes past and Mr. Green walked out from behind a curtain to view a three way mirror, his suit was two pieces; a black turtle neck coat with white trimmings down the fastening and black slacks with pointed boots. His left wrist held a white gold watch suited to Selen time and his bald head was covered with a fashionable hat that was shaped like a black sideways teardrop. He nodded in approval then turned to the assistant.
“You have my details in your datapad, i’m sure that my employers can pay you for this.”
“Wonderful sir, absolutely wonderful!” Her eyes never left his appearance as she felt enchanted by him, Green chuckled to himself when he noticed this. Green smiled and then exited the store.
The quiet apartment was dimly lit by the moody lights built into the scattered alcoves and furniture held within each room with a large wall window that faced the dark city. A reclining chair sat facing this view along with a small glass table that balanced a bottle of Bespin port. Mr. Green sat in this chair and sipped a glass of port to himself, thinking of the plans ahead in some casual robes and no shoes. Behind Green, a Rodian was setting up a dart gun and poisonous cartridges in a hidden sleeve. He then took a glance at his customer and showed him the gun with the appropriate darts.
“High quality material, very rare toxins and silenced so only the air can be felt. Takes seconds for the person to collapse, then minutes for them to die. My client tells me that only one Neti knows the antidote and he is…occupied.” The Rodian confirmed with Mr. Green, he got no reply.
The Zelosian pointed his glass towards the bed and the Rodian gathered his stuff and left the weapon there, then swiftly exited. The Zelosian had already drank three bottles, however his controlled abilities had prevented him from being too drunk for now. His mind turned to the assassination and his plan, to Green it was simple. But the aftermath was not, to Green the problem of escaping without being seen can be an issue because of added security and lockdown in certain gambling areas. There was also the problem of weapons checks, metal detectors and scanning droids. Seconds past and Green could feel his vision spin and his breathing became harder, then he dropped his glass and returned to the black.
His own snoring woke him up as Mr. Green quickly stood and looked around, with a pulsing headache and a throat that is sand dry, Green did not control his body as well as he liked. He looked to his watch and noticed he was late for refueling the speeder. In haste he grabbed a casual coat and the speeder keys then ran out the door.
Meeting the full glare of the sunlight, his eyes stung and his face throbbed with pain. Mr. Green truly regretted the glasses of port, but the day must press on.
“I must see Ku, this fuel is not enough to last another day.” Green stated to himself.
Green then jumped onto the speeder and drove out of the city and into the desert, feeling worse than before.
Ku Vrak’s Mechanical Emporium,
20 miles south of Estle City,
“And what on this forbidden land are you doing back here, Mr Green!” The raspy voice of Ku echoed the scrapyard as Green slowly walked towards him.
“Just listen crusty, I need fuel for the useless speeder you stole my credits for.”
“Right, and you expect to get a discount now because of loyalty?” Ku spat at the Zelosian in a chuckle.
“Too damn right I do!” Mr. Green quickly shouted back, riling up some confidence.
With a sharp smirk, the venerable Blood carver motioned for Green to follow him to the back and Green followed, towing his speeder with his hands.
“So I heard you’re going to that King Faust’s Kingdom of Pazaak later,” The old mechanic said.
“Yes, what of it?”
“And you still expect me to give you cheap fuel when you’re buying into the best of the best Pazaak tables?”
Mr. Green had not read anything about the event, only that it was hosted by Faust. Logic should of clicked into his mind. However Mr. Green was a good Pazaak player.
“I’ve had some training, don’t worry about my money not spent on you, alright?”
Ku grumbled something native and continued to refuel the speeder, checking the vehicle over for issues or problems. Finally filling it up Ku slammed the nozzle back into the tank and opened his hand to Green. The Zelosian filled it with the appropriate credits and then walked away with the speeder.
“I assume you will not mention my name if people ask, you wouldn’t want your place raided because you traded with a rich man.” Ku nodded in agreement and waddled back inside, understanding completely. Now prepared, Mr Green left for home to recuperate from the port.
Cruisers, speeders and large public transits scattered and darted around the high class complex as many formally suited inhabitants walked inside the grand double doors. The hotel towered high with sky lights slowly orbiting above it and the face of the building was pimpled by windows, doors and many balconies. Mr Green stood from his parked speeder and confidently walked towards the hotel. He fixed his dart gun to rest inside the rib area of his formal top, which was slowly comfortable. When walking inside, Green was met with a nod from a bell boy who carried a tray of alcoholic drinks and offered Green a glass, but the recently sober Zelosian politely declined and continued to the desk. There, he was met by a familiar face, a busty raven haired girl that had an innocent blush on her. She greeted Mr. Green with a charming and bright smile, then picked up a datapad.
“Welcome to the O’val Hotel sir, may I take your name and desire to stay please?” She stared pleasantly into his eyes for a reply.
“It’s Reltran Green, i’m here for the King Faust’s Kingdom of Pazaak event.” Her eyes darted over her private list and she smiled when she came across Mr. Green’s face.
“Ah! A Zelosian! Welcome to Selen.” Reltran smiled softly as he received his keys from the receptionist, and then a welcome batch of credits.
“For your membership on tonight’s event. Enjoy your night, Mr. Green” She smiled then twirled on her heels and bounced away. He enjoyed the rear view.
After spending a few hours in breakfast, several hours practicing Pazaak and a few minutes exploring the hotel, Mr. Green finally found himself facing a sectioned off lounge area that was complete with Pazaak tables, security droids and a very large bar surrounding a pillar. His eyes turned towards a familiar face sat near the bar at his own private table, Mr. Faust himself. His attention was distracted as a security droid spoke to him directly.
“Mr. Green welcome, welcome credits and room number please?” The droid monotonically spoke.
“Room 3316” Mr. Green planted a bag of credits into it’s hand and watched as it counted the contents then returned them and proceeded to let him inside.
He was met with a large group of old men of all different species and classes, along with waiters and female assistants on the tables. He went ahead and found a spare seat on a table, which was crammed with elderly men smoking excessively, and one raven haired girl dressed in a corset dress that was strikingly purple. Mr. Green slowly sat next to the woman and she turned her face to give the same innocent blushing smirk she has given him before.
“Ms Raven, I presume?” She gave a wicked but alluring smile back at him, without saying a word.
“I should of known that you liked me, why hide?” He whispered to her as he slowly reached into his jacket for the gun.
The waitress at the table motioned for his welcome credits and he tossed them to her quickly, placing his gun onto his lap and looked back at Raven.
“Do you really think I’ll let you in on my secrets so easily, darling?” She chuckled and softly patted his shoulder as she looked at her cards and sipped her vodka. You could smell the strength of it from a distance.
“How many have you had?” He whispered as he looked at his deck, eager to win something at least.
She shrugged and licked the vodka from her lips as she studied the deck more, Mr. Green saw this was his chance to strike. He slowly placed his cards face down and waited for her to sip once more. Noticing she gripped the glass, he slowly aimed at her thin waist and shot the dart. The spike penetrated with swift speed as she wobbled softly. Eager to now leave, he took the dart back out and back into the gun, with Raven now slumping over the table.
“Excuse me, I need to use the rest room, I stand” He tossed his cards in, holstered his gun and slowly stood, then notice as Raven slammed her head down onto the table as she struggled for breath.
Mr. Green felt successful for once, and this time he enjoyed this mission but he was still missing the professional vibe of this establishment. Desiring to fit in, Green approached the bar once more and knocked twice as he held more credits. A dark haired lady familiar to him and his commissioner smiled, motioning at the collection.
“Dry martini, shaken not stirred Lilly.” He smirked and sat on the stool as he awaited for the target to pass into the Force.