Gaz quickly spun around once they had exited the cantina, he looked at Klyde and nodded, keeping his voice low and his eyes weary " Okay, so.. I've recently been asked for a few favors from poor helpless Twi'Lek families. The Hutts have obviously been working the wires and kidnapping a lot of these Twi'Leks and a couple families have asked us, to get them back. I've been given a list of names and photographs of our targets. "

Gaz noticed someone walking unusually close, shutting his mouth he watched them walk passed, his eyes never leaving them until they were at a further distance, he lowered his voice even further.. " I have been having the urge to do something charitable lately and I think this works perfectly, we'll be paid well and we're also going to be the saviors of these peoples daughters. " Gaz had opened his jacket, revealing his dual-modified blaster pistols, grinning.. " I hope you don't have any good connections with the Hutts, because they won't be asking of our services for a loooong time if you agree to do this with me. "

Klyde blinked a few times, "Are you joking? Seriously.. I can't even imagine how many bounty hunters would be after us. Hell, even you and I would be after each other. Well, not really but you know what I'm trying to say. Heh, even Jedi would be trying to catch our bounties. How did you even think this possibl-...". He stops a second and looks at Gaz, raising one eyebrow, "Unless.. Our identities were never discovered... Huh.. Interesting.. What are your plans because it's not just like I'm going to join another one of your suicide ideas. Remember last time? I don't even know how we're still alive except our luck combined must be amazing." With a sly smirk, he commented, "Think of how good our luck would be now that we're also doing a good deed?" He knew Gaz, and he knew him well enough that Gaz most likely already had his ship turned on, ready and waiting.

Gaz peered around cautiously, nodding.. " Yes, yes.. I remember all of the suicidal missions I've invited you on and yet here we are, alive and well.. But, yes.. We were going to take on different identities and break in, snatch the slaves, maybe pop a few slavers and get the hell out of there. Our luck combined is honestly the only way I could imagine this being done. "

He stopped speaking, glaring as another person walked by, peering at the two young smugglers closely.. " C'mon, my ship is already waiting. " Gaz nodded to Klyde, knowing him well enough he'd follow.

Klyde followed Gaz, staying to his right and allowing everyone else to move out of their way. He slipped his right hand to check under the left side of his jacket, then his left hand to check his right side. Everything's there and snug. As they turned the corner and headed to the ship, Klyde checked to make sure no one was following them. "Let's go." As the ramp lowers for the two men, Klyde taps his fingers excitedly. He hadn't been on a good mission in a while and he was ready for one. It seemed every time him and Gaz got together it was a fight to remember, whether it be a bar brawl or a simple flight from one planet to another gone wrong. "Wow, I don't remember you having a ship this good."

Gaz waited patiently for the ramp to lower, marching up and into his ship, he dialed in a few things and peered around, looking at Klyde.. " Well, it's not mine so don't get attatched. I prefer taking things from other people to do my line of work, that way, they can't tie it to me. "

Gaz was busy around the cockpit, typing things in here and there before taking a seat in the pilots chair.. " Be sure and take a seat, this thing is pretty damn fast for a ship of it's size.. " he chuckled and typed in a few coordinates in the data console, the ship lifted off the deck and shot out of the hangar and into space, drifting at a very slow speed, he undid his restraint and walked passed Klyde, nodding.. " You know, the last time you and I had been on a planned mission, remember what happened? All those Slavers? Uhh, what were they again, Trando's or something? " He walked into a small room, pulling out a few extra things in case he'd needed them, a bag of thermal detonators, slipping a few inside of his large coat, in spots that noone would have imagined exsisted.

One thing Gaz had learned about being a successful smuggler was to be resourceful with what you have, including your skills, which lead him into multiple fancy ships that have easily gotten the jobs done for him. He walked back into the cockpit and threw the bag into Klydes lap, leaving him about 7 thermal detonators. " Take a few of those in case things get hot. I know it may not be needed, but hey. It's never gonna hurt to be well prepared.. " He walked over and sat back in the pilots seat, speeding up the vessel a bit.

With a grunt, he took some out and hung them in predesignated spots under his coat. Some times he felt just like a watch salesman.. He laughed at the thought, sitting into the copilot's chair and setting his feet up on the dash board. "Ah, yes. I remember. Yes, they were trandoshians. The-, wait. You hate trandoshians don't you? I remember that now. You shot one like five times and ended with sticking him in the throat with a thermal detonator. Poor fellow. Ah well." He pulls out a stashed fruit from one pocket, throwing it in Gaz's direction. He doesn't announce his action or look to make sure Gaz caught it but simply pulls another out and takes a bite out of it. The trust that both had for each other would be hard for others to imagine, especially other smugglers.

Klyde takes another bite out of the fruit and laughs, "Oh! Didn't you even land on a trandoshian one time with your..A ship?" He laughs and continues eating the fruit. It would seem odd for a normal citizen for two people to be so care free while on a stolen ship with the destination being practically suicide, but not for them. To them, it was more peaceful here than sitting in the Cantina. After all, what they were doing now was proactive, rather than sitting in the cantina and being reactive. If Klyde was to die, he'd rather go out fighting than be the unsuspecting victim of a bounty hunter's trap.

Gaz leaned down to take a better look at the data console, the fruit smacking one of the larger consoles, a small beeping noise whined around the cockpit, he looked around and blinked before hearing.. " Escape pod 3, has been launched. " he couldn't help but burst out in laughter, considering it wasn't his ship, then he heard a voice over the comm channel, he looked up and saw a man on the screen.. " Sir, it's come to our attention that an escape pod has been launched.. " Gaz looked over his shoulder at Klyde and shrugged, reaching forward, clicking the speaker.. " Ah, yes.. I'm sorry about that, the ship is new and I guess it still has a few bugs, everything is fine, we'll have it repaired immediately. " the man on the screen nodded and clicked off.

Gaz chuckled at the comment Klyde had made.. " Yes, I did land on one, then I got out, kicked him a few times and put an extra round into his head.. " He shook his head.. " Damn overgrown lizards. " He leaned over and picked up the fruit, taking a bite out of it while he gazed around the cockpit. " I'm kind of curious about this mission honestly, apparently these people who hired us are familiar with the Trade Commission, you know? I wonder how. " He shrugged and checked his coat with one hand, while holding the fruit in the other, taking large bites out of it. " Oh, one second, I need to go arm the charges in the back, I'd hate to see this thing get blown up, even though it's not mine.. But, we always need an escape plan and sometimes it requires a new ride, that way they won't find anything useful. " He jumped up and walked to the back of the ship.

A small door shot open and Gaz moved inside of it, peering around at all of the controls before spotting the box, he opened the top of it and looked down at the wirey mess that could easily blow up the ship and anything even near it, he lazily wired it until a small light came up, he nodded and marched back into the cockpit, typing in a few coordinated onto the data screen once more and sat back down, tying himself in. " Alright, let's get to the planning location. "

"The planning location? We're not in the planning location? Hah. Alright." As he finishes his fruit, he lays the remains on the floor in a polite fashion. He pulls the brim of his hat down over his eyes, "I'm all ears.." He slightly started to doze off before slowly sliding off of the chair and onto the side of his face. "Ugh. Sorry, what'd you say?" He looked up a bit and laughed before standing back up. "Okay, so what's the plan? My identity, yours, all the plan. What is it?"

Gaz controlled the ship for a bit longer, slowing the ship before entering Nal'Hutta, he undid his restraints and stood up, turning around to face Klyde. " Alright, your new name is Krieg, mine is Gustaff. We're not here to converese, we're here to deliver the spices to one of the Hutts, find our targeted Twi'Leks, grab them, shoot some people, find a ride to their home. Now, you and I both know these things never go according to plan, that would just make them boring. So, the details don't proceed further. Keep your face slightly covered at all times, that way they can't make out your appearance and slap your face on a bounties comm. "

Gaz checked his jacket, opening his coat, checking his modded blaster pistols before nodding to himself, shaking his arms, he sat back down into the pilots seat, engaging the engines once more down to descend into the planets atmosphere, after arriving, they had landed onto a pad, he dropped the ramp with a bag over his shoulder, he kept his goggles on marched down, he was stopped by the guards, he used his fake accent.. " Hallo, I am here to deliver ze spices to ze Hutt, yeah? " the guards nodded, knowing of this spice shipment schedule, he continued down to the building.

"Easy enough. Sometimes I wonder why the Hutts would recruit someone who lacks all intelligence. Oh well, it's not my place to judge." Klyde shrugged and stood up, stretching and yawning. "Well then, here goes it I suppose." With a last check of his weapons, he makes his way to the ramp and waits for it to open. Now is the time to mentally prepare yourself. You've lived before and you'll do it again. Klyde looked to Gaz and nodded, showing him he was ready.

Gaz moved quickly inside of the building, peering around corners for people, he dropped the sack onto the ground, opening it up quickly, he looked up to Klyde. " Cover me, I need to arm this thing. " pulled out a terrible looking bomb, multiple types of grenades planted in it, including stuns and thermal detonators, it was covered in wires, he worked his fingers quickly, dialing in a few thing on the tiny data console rigged to it, he put it back in the bag. " Hope I don't fall, it'll blow half this place up. " he laughs and trots down the hall way, stopping at the corner.

Gaz peered around, nodding to Klyde... " Showtime. " he stands straight up and moves around the corner, into the crowded room, he peers at a man who looks to have importance, he approaches him.. " Hallo, I'm here about ze spice delivery, ze shipment was due today. " the man stared at him for a minute before nodding. " Right this way. " he followed the man into a backroom, once they had entered, Gaz peered around, spotting noone, he jerked his blaster out and pistol whipped the man in the back of the head, watching his unconcious body fall to the floor. He spun around and handed Klyde a small earpiece.. " Spread out, find me those Twi'Leks, we don't have much time before someone comes in here and finds this guy! "

Gaz quickly stuck his earpiece into it's spot, listening and testing his voice, it was staticy but there was nothing he could do about it. " Keep your guns down, unless necessary, if it comes down to it, lemme know and I'll provide support. " he moved through a few doors, keeping his weary eyes out for people wandering the rooms, he entered a room filled with what looked like cellblocks, he looked into them, spotting three Twi'Leks in three different rooms, he scrounged around for the sheet, calling their names out, only one responding.. " I'm here to get you ladies out of here! I need you to tell me where the key is! " one of them stuck their hand out, pointing towards a room.. " The guard post is in there, becareful though, there's a few of them.. " she whispered, Gaz nodded.

He pulled his blaster pistol out, creeping towards the room, the door shot open, revealing about 6 guys huddled over a table playing cards, Gaz's eyes widened at the sight, but he did what his gut told him too, he fired, lighting all 6 guys up with shots to the chest, he went and checked all the corpses, finding the keys.. " Krieg! I got six guys down, I had to shoot, is there any movement?! " he looked over, seeing a mans wallet poking from his coat, he sighed and went over, leaning down and taking whatever he could out of it, shaking his head to himself. A smuggler has to make a living some way, plus I owe a few people drinks. He hastily walked back into the room with the prisoners, releasing all three of them, grabbing his target by the arm. " You're the one I'm responsible for, now, let's move. " He pulled his face mask up, the only thing showing was his nose and his messy hair now, he peeked around corners until noticing the crowded room with multiple hostile members, he looked around for another route, looking to the Twi'Lek, " Know of any better places to go? " she looked up at him and nodded " Though the kitchen, it will take you to the front. "

Klyde took the ear piece and ran off in the opposite direction. He slowed his pace as he came up to two doors on different sides of the hall way. Left or right.. Hm.. If I go right I could always go left afterwards. Right it is then-.. Loud shots rang through the hallway from the direction that Gaz had gone. Klyde rushed into the left door, pulling both blasters out. He looked over his shoulder as he hugged the wall, not even remembering to around the room he was in. He heard the screech of chair legs sliding on the metal floor. He turned to look and saw five men stand up and stare at him.

Just before either of the parties could fire at each other, a young man with an excited tone ran in. "Guys! There's fire down the hallway! Grab your guns and let's go! Go! Go! Go-.." The young man looked from the five men to Klyde with a confused look. For a split second, no one knew what to do. All of the men were completely confused and startled, including Klyde. "Uh.. I'm Krieg. It's nice to meet you guys." The young man nodded, "You, to- Oof!" Klyde interrupted the man by kicking him in the lower stomach, then grabbing the man by the back of his belt and pulling him towards the crowd of thugs. Though he landed a few feet short, it was all the distraction Klyde needed to run out of the room and back into the hallway.

As he ran out of the first room, he stuck his head into the other room on the other side of the hallway. It was filled with crates and other such things. Why didn't I run right like I said?! With a quick turn, he sprinted down the hallway and took a series of random doors, running through rooms filled with people and some that were desolate. No one really knew what to do, especially when Klyde would tip his hat as he went by to them. It was as if Klyde had an aura that confused everyone looking at him. He picked which doors to go through in his head, sprinting through and looking for a new one to go through, as if running through a maze. Left door, front door, right door, right door, left, right, front, front, left.

As Klyde ran through the next door, he noted pots and other such items hanging on the white walls, and a table, and knives, and.. Gaz? Before Klyde could stop, Gaz ran past, followed by Twi'leks. Klyde flew into one of the Twi'leks, sending them both into the wall. She hit hard and coughed, then groaned in pain. Klyde shook his head and looked at her. "I'm so sorry! I-.. You know, you're very pretty." She nodded a bit as if in appreciation or perhaps from being dizzy. Either way, Klyde put his left pistol away and took her hand, leading her back to regroup with Gaz.

Gaz lifted his blaster pistol into the air and swung around on his heel when he heard the crash behind him, watching Klyde quickly stand up and brush himself off.. " Krieg! They know where the other slaves are! C'mon! Keep an eye on the rear, we can't afford to get flanked! " Gaz scurried down the hallway with the Twi'Lek on his arm, stopping at a corner, he presses her against the wall, staring at her.. " Stay -here-. " He slowly peeked around the corner, followed by a blaster bolt being shot passed his face.

He jerked his head back around the corner and sighed, reaching into his coat, sliding one of his pistols into his holster, sliding out a flash bang, he pressed the button and quickly threw it around the corner, he heard a clank and a thud as it went off, Gaz spun around the corner, only to step into a hail of blaster fire, he took shots in the arm and the leg, before shooting the guy in the throat with his pistol. He growled in pain and slid down the wall, reaching back into his coat, pulling out a small needle, shoving it into his wrist and injecting himself with it.

He jumped back up and beckoned the group, along with Klyde to follow him, he continued marching, checking back with the Twi'Leks, nodding and shaking his head at which way to go before he finally spotted a large door, he looked down at her and she nodded, he nodded back at her, spotting a small tool room, he pushed all the Twi'Leks inside and looked to Klyde. " Alright Krieg, this is where things are going to get nasty. " He stacked up on the door, hugging the right of the door, watching Klyde hug the left, he pushed his pistol back into his holster.

Taking two stun grenades, he snaps the door open and tosses them in, swinging around, his goggles light up from the muzzle flashes of his pistols firing into a crowded room, watching unarmed along with armed personell fall lifeless onto the ground, after the room had been filled with smoking corpses, Gaz guided the Twi'Leks into the room, pointing out the other slaves, Gaz quickly released them and gathered them up, introducing himself, along with Klyde, not giving out any names, only a reason why they had been there. " Right, let's get a ride out of here. "

Klyde rubbed his fingers together and pulled out one of his pistols. As they ran back to where Gaz's ship was docked, Klyde stopped them just before the open door. "Hold up", he said, peering outside the door. "Yeah, just what I thought. Alright, we've got about the other half of all the guys we've ran into so far standing around your ship Gustaff. Some are patrolling around it and others are behind cover looking this wa-", a blaster shot hit just below Klyde's face. He pulled back from the doorway. "Alright, your thoughts?"