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PostSubject: So, What's Under the Helmet?   Tue Apr 05, 2016 1:38 pm

Cal reclined in the recesses of his ship's chairs, going over the message on his datapad one more time.

He had received the communication from Darth Sauranis only a few hours ago, after which he begrudgingly locked in new coordinates to the ships's nav system. It wasn't the mission itself that Cal found irritating. It was the meaning that was not stated in the message, the unsaid threat that if he did not do what Darth Sauranis wanted right now he would regret it.

So now he was landing in the Makeb spaceport, here not for pleasure, as would have been his desire, but for business. With its resorts, alarmingly rich tourists, and hired security who spent most of their days doing nothing more strenuous than cleaning their blasters, it  was world Cal could do well in. If, of course, he was left to his own devices and not forced in work with an unknown variable.

That was not the case. Sauranis's message informed him he would be working with a bounty hunter named Vorn to recover delicate intel from one of the leading Hutts on Makeb. Cal was certain he could get the intel himself; he was used to separating people from their secrets. Why the bounty hunter was needed he was unsure. Added muscle, perhaps. It was noted Vorn had worked closely with the Hutts in the past, though Cal didn't consider that qualification enough to be on this mission.

Whatever the bounty hunter was for he would find out soon. When his ship landed he tossed the datapad aside, strapped his blaster to his back, and walked through the airlock door. As he left the hanger bay a young soldier rushed up to him, looking frantic and pale. She couldn't have been much older than eighteen; Makeb was likely her first assignment.

“Cipher, sir, I'm to bring you to the shuttle. Darth Sauranis said if-”

“Slow down. There's no rush.” He interrupted, showing no sign of hurrying his pace. Instead he stopped and relaxed his posture, offering the opportunity for the girl to do that same. There was no reason for her to be so tightly wound and if she was to be accompanying him he would rather she be at ease. “What's your name?”

At first she looked confused at what he asked her, but recovered quickly with a shy smile and a hesitant meeting of Cal's eyes. He assumed that most recruits were not treated as people, but merely fodder and messengers. A little attention went a long way to gaining someone's trust.

“Rilvinia, sir.”

Cal leaned forward so his mouth was close to her ear and he felt the slight shudder she made at his sudden movement. “Well, Rilvinia, I won't tell the darth we're late if you won't.”  His voice was full of playful mischief and the promise of sticking up for her if the darth was to somehow find out their lie. He wouldn't, of course, but she hardly needed to know that.

“Y-yes sir.”

“Please, it's Cal.” He smiled at her, letting her keep eye contact as long as she liked. When she finally looked away, somewhat embarrassed, he knew she was putty in his hands. It didn't take much to win people over. Cal considered himself quite adept at the task.  

He motioned towards the spaceport exit and waited for Rilvinia to start walking. “Lead the way, I am in your hands.”

They moved through the spaceport without rush, Cal taking the time to ask the recruit questions about herself and her job. He couldn't care less about what she said, but if he ever needed her help it was good to understand who she was and how she was prone to act. He made all the right comments at all the right pauses and by the time they reached the shuttle bay he was certain she was more his soldier than Darth Sauranis's.

Waiting for him in the bay was his transportation to the hutt's estate along with the bounty hunter he would be working with.

They were fully armored – heavy chestplate and guards hinted that they were prepared for whatever fighting might break out. A helmet obscured all detail of their face, leaving Cal to guess at their race and age. There was no real way of knowing but from the way the bounty hunter held themselves Cal pinned them as a man.

He made his way over to where the man was leaning against the shuttle. “You must be Vorn. It's a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand to shake Vorn's and smiled. “That's quite an impressive name you have. I'll be sure to watch out for whatever claws you might posses.”

He turned back to the soldier, leaving Vorn time to wonder over just what his words meant. “Prepare the shuttle for departure, Rilvinia. My new friend and I will be inside briefing our mission. Let us know when we reach our destination please.”

With a wave of his hand Cal indicted towards the open shuttle door to Vorn. “After you.”


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PostSubject: Re: So, What's Under the Helmet?   Tue Apr 05, 2016 2:16 pm

Gelathora had arrived in the hangar early, having driven in on her own ship. The cheap vessel shook as it drew close to the landing pad, and with a heavy clunk, it touched ground. As with most landings, Gelathora spent her time waiting for this 'agent' by looking over the ship to make sure nothing broke in the landing. Her ship was, of course, stolen from awhile back, but as long as she could keep it running, she would rather put her credits toward better gear rather than fixing up the ship.

By the time she finished checking all the parts to the ship, it was time to meet at the shuttle. Of course, when she arrived, the agent was nowhere to be seen, and the shuttle was without a pilot. She glanced down at the holo-projection at her wrist to check the time, and then made her way towards the shuttle to wait. She wasn't used to working with someone other than Lord Eovras or that Cathar agent, but the Empire had negotiated a satisfactory price, so Gela didn't mind being jerked around from one planet to the next. It wasn't entirely different from her usual work as a bounty hunter, she could still turn down a job if she wanted to, but the Imperials had been quite generous in their payments, so she had not yet seen any reason to.

She also wasn't surprised that the mission was in Makeb, one of the many planets occupied by the Hutt Cartel. Gela had worked for and done business with the Cartel long before she started out as a bounty hunter, so no doubt that was the reason they wanted her for the job. Precisely what the job entailed, however, she had yet to be informed. Not that it mattered. If it involved crossing the Hutts, well, let it be said this was not the first time she turned at the flip of a coin. She wasn't in the business for loyalty, after all.

Quite awhile later, passed the supposed meeting time, two Imperial agents entered the hangar and made their way over: a young, gullible human girl, and a chiss who's walk oozed with arrogance. The pair seemed rather chummy as they approached, and as the Chiss extended a greeting and a hand shake, Gela stood with her arms crossed at first. She wasn't sure how many in Imperial Intelligence were made aware of her identity, as far as her race and gender, since that's all they'd really found out when they captured her a few months back, so she wasn't sure if this Chiss in front of her knew either. It was an odd coincidence, that he was of the same kind, she never saw many outside her home planet. After his strange comment about claws, she took his hand in a firm grasp and was surprised at how easily she could have crushed his hand, if she wanted to. She remained silent though, until they were both inside the shuttle, and she sat stiffly across from him, observing him closely.

Finally, she spoke up, her voice too garbled through the helmet's breathing piece for her feminine vocals to be entirely obvious, "What's the mission?"
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PostSubject: Re: So, What's Under the Helmet?   Tue Apr 05, 2016 2:21 pm

Cal didn't let the unnecessary pressure of Vorn's handshake rattle him. He was used to others trying to showcase their dominance. If that's how the bounty hunter wanted to play things, he was more than happy to let them. Make them believe they had the secret upper hand. When someone was comfortable they were also vulnerable. That's the way Cal liked it.

He followed Vorn into the ship and look a seat across from him in the confined space. Lounging back into the chair he gave off an air of casual comfort that was in perfect contradiction of the way Vorn held himself tense and guarded. It wasn't unexpected – most people, those working for the Empire especially, were slow to trust and even slower to relax. Cal was certain it was only a matter of time before he got the hunter to warm up, though. It rarely took long with him around.

As the shuttle took off, piloted by the young solider in the cockpit, Vorn spoke for the first time, his voice muffled and mechanical.

“Straight to the point. Efficient, I see.” Cal shifted forward in his seat and leaned his elbow on the armrest. There was no eye contact to be made as he reviewed their mission, but still he kept his gaze on the helmet concealing Vorn's features as he launched into an easy recital of facts. “Fullu the Hutt has some information the Empire could use. Shipping manifestos mostly; where and when the branch of the Cartel here on Makeb sends out valuable stims and weapons. He and his entourage handle the coming and going of these packages and guard the knowledge greedily. It's all hush hush, you see.” Here he smiled, his eyes narrowing in anticipation of doing what he did best. “Fullu is a weak link. With a little charm and pressure he'll crack and the information will be ours.”

There was no way of knowing if Vorn had heard this before, or even if he was listening at all. The helmet was an impassible mask, betraying nothing. It was a clever tactic, but unnecessary. They were partners for the time being. Unable to do much more, Cal continued. “You've worked with the Hutts before? A little inside knowledge never hurts. You're here to provide that. Any tips and insights would be welcome.” He gestured at the chest plate and blasters Vorn wore and grinned. “A fully armed escort helps, too.”

The gentle and constant hum of the shuttle as it flew through the atmosphere replaced the sound of Cal's voice only for a brief moment. He leaned back into his seat again, ran a quick hand through his dark hair. He took the time to let the red glow of his eyes examine the man sitting across from him, trying to pick up on any and all subtle clues as to what he was thinking.

Almost as if he was surprised he had forgotten, which of course he had not, he introduced himself. “I'm Calcariidae, by the way. Cal is fine, though. Much less of a mouthful.”
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PostSubject: Re: So, What's Under the Helmet?   Wed Apr 06, 2016 12:30 am

Gela continued to sit stiff in her seat as the agent started his briefing, and all the way her head was turned away, looking out the window and watching the sky zoom passed. She let out a sort of chuckle, "Yeah, hush hush to keep the thieves away, right?" She shook her head, "You Imperials are planning on stealing it then, I presume." Not that it mattered much to Gela, she'd been aware that this mission would involve the Cartel, and she had been paid plenty to cross their path. And though she'd never dealt with the Hutt he spoke of personally, she had heard a few things about him. And, as the agent said, Fullu was certainly the weak link, one Gela was certain would be easy to break. This Hutt was not known for his brains. And as with any Hutt the biggest exploit he had was his pride.

The agent wanted to know what she knew, but she ignored any flattery, she knew she was tough and she could back that claim if need be. She wanted to get down to business, so she told him what she knew, "Fullu the Hutt is considered a runt among the Cartel- he overcompensates by flaunting his credits and influence. The other Hutts don't think much of him, despite his power though. If you wanted a chat with him, I can make that happen." She didn't fully explain the hows and whys to Cal. Of course before joining the Empire, she had worked a lot with the Hutts and the Cartel. Well, more like drifted from one Hutt's service to another's. Her cold-heartedness and ability to change sides at the flip of a credit chip were among the things that had built her reputation as a bounty hunter, though it certainly wasn't the biggest thing. There was a reason Gela was known as Vorn, or as the Hutts would say, Vornslayer. And it would certainly be reason enough to get her and this agent an audience.

Speaking of the agent, she hadn't so much as given him a glance until he introduced himself as Calcariidae. Her head practically whipped around too look at him. Of course he was a Chiss, but never had she imagined it would be Calcariidae, of all people. The odds were astronomical! And to see him sitting there, after being apart for so many years, she didn't know what to think. Perhaps it was a lie, something to rouse Gela's anger and to show her that the Empire had uncovered more about her identity than she thought. It was too much to process all at once, but damned if she showed any signs of the shock.

"W-What kinda name is that?" Her voice cracked through the breath piece in her helmet, "Certainly can't be your real name- unless you're a shitty agent, in which case..."
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PostSubject: Re: So, What's Under the Helmet?   Tue Apr 26, 2016 2:08 pm

Cal listened carefully to what Vorn had to say about Fulu, giving him his undivided attention. It was best to know all he could about the target before walking into a meeting. That way he could use the information against the hutt, though in much more subtle ways than common blackmail or extortion. Cal was an artist – when he worked it was near impossible to tell he was manipulating anyone, let alone lying with every other breath.

After Vorn finished talking Cal nodded his head, a plan already forming in his mind. “Overcompensates, hm? Flattery it is then. If you can get me in to speak with him privately I will assure him of his power and riches, and it won't be long before he's willing to give us what we need. Well placed compliments go a long way.”

When Cal introduced himself he did not miss the alarm that Vorn fought to cover. It was a small thing; his head turning to look at him for the first time, the way his fingers clutched the armrest for the slightest of seconds. The voice coming through the mask almost stuttered before Vorn tried to recover from his mistake.

The bounty hunter had either heard of him before, which was possible, or there was something else at play here. Whatever it was it piqued Cal's interest, and he made a mental note to figure it out before he and Vorn parted company. Knowing better than to let on that he noticed anything amiss Cal merely chuckled and waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “It's a bit weird, isn't it? I can't say I picked it myself; my mother mother had a flair for naming her children...unconventionally.

“I can assure you it has nothing to do with my skill as an agent though. Like I said, Cal is fine. Easier to blend in as Cal, easier to be remembered as Calcariidae. Actually, the name really works in my favor, don't you think?”

He smiled, turning the conversation away from him and back to the bounty hunter. “Vorn looks to suit you, too. Though it'd be easier to tell if you took off that helmet. I promise whatever is under it will be nicer to took at than anything else in this ship.”

It wasn't a promise he could know, or even keep, but it was one he knew generally worked. Like he had mentioned to Vorn only minutes before, well placed compliments go a long way.

“Excuse me, Agent? Cal?” The static of the shuttle's com system interrupted the two of them, Rilvania's hesitant voice cutting through. “We're at the hutt's estate, and all is ready for you to exit the shuttle.”

“Thank you Rilvania, we'll see you soon.”  Cal stood and stretched, even though he hadn't been siting idle for too long. It was more of a show than because his muscles needed it. He turned to Vorn as he reached the exit hatch, once again motioning him to go first. “Time to talk more later, then? On to business.”
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PostSubject: Re: So, What's Under the Helmet?   Sat Apr 30, 2016 9:33 pm

Gela knew flattery could only get a person so far, and she felt the same could apply to this situation. If it came down to it she knew how to get the Hutt talking, and as it seemed Cal did not have a plan, or rather did not share a plan, she assumed that she would need to improvise if things didn't go his way. The Vornslayer of Hutta had ways to get the job done, whether Calcariidae proved useful or not. Hell she thought she could do this mission on her own, her way, but of course the Imperials wouldn't trust her this soon.

She kept her gaze fixated on Cal now as he spoke, not out of interest of what he said, but merely to study him and wonder if he really was the Calcariidae she used to know. The last time she saw her brother she had to have been about... 9? 10? She could still picture the little boy who she called her older brother, but their father? She couldn't remember his face; it wasn't like it was important to Gela anyway. She spent years looking for him and their father, and now, after she thought she had moved passed ever finding them, she wasn't sure how she felt now after being faced with the possibility that this man was her brother.

When he tried to coax her into removing her helmet she scoffed, swiftly regaining composure, "You always this stupid? There's a reason I wear a tinted helmet, don't expect that to change anytime soon." It was then that she convinced herself she was only concerned in the job and getting paid, it didn't matter who this guy said he was. "Just to be clear, I'm here to get paid, not to make friends."

She said nothing more as they were notified of their arrival, and as Cal gestured for her to exit first, she slid the hatch open and stepped down on solid ground, her vision taking a moment to adjust to the sunny clear skies overhead. When Cal stepped out he led the way towards Fulu's palace, she followed silently behind him, adjusting the settings on the flamethrower on her forearm as they walked. Not that she would start a fight and risk the mission right away, if Fulu was in a bad mood she thought a wide spray of flames would best combat his hoards of guards around the palace. If Cal attempted any further conversation, Gela either wasn't listening or simply chose to ignore him.
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PostSubject: Re: So, What's Under the Helmet?   Mon May 02, 2016 1:59 pm

Cal followed Vorn out of the shuttle, taking the hint in his voice when he said he wasn't here to make friends. He didn't give up on his plan to learn more about the bounty hunter; knowledge was power after all, and the more he knew about a person the easier it was to control them. For now, though, he would give the man what he wanted.

“Of course. Perfectly clear,” he answered as he walked in front of Vorn to take the lead. He gave no indiction he even heard the insult hurled at him, instead taking it in stride and saving his distaste for later.

They continued down the cobbled paths, trellises and vine covered archways creating a welcoming and luxurious atmosphere. The whole estate seemed more like a resort than a base of operation. Cal found it much to his liking. The fountains made a gentle splashing sound whenever they passed one, the sun in the cloudless sky warm. He couldn't blame the Hutts for setting up an operation on Makeb; it was a spectacular planet. He told himself he must spend some time here after the mission. There was certain to be enough to keep him occupied for days.

There were guards patrolling the walkways, though they didn't stop Cal and Vorn or any of the other people he noticed strolling through the grounds. The outside of the estate must have been open to the public, likely as a way for Fulu to flaunt his wealth.

Eventually they reached a walled off section where the guards were posted more densely. Without hesitation Cal walked through the gates and into the large building that could only be the hutt's home. He found the best way to avoid attention was to pretend like you had every right to be where you shouldn't. People tended to believe you if you had enough confidence.

He was about to lead Vorn into a hallway that branched off of the main room when a young man sitting behind a desk stopped him. “Excuse me, sir. You're not allowed further into the estate.”

“Oh, I'm terribly sorry.” He turned and walked over to the desk, giving the man a smile that conveyed his hopelessness at the situation. “I might be a little lost. Maybe you can help me?”

“I can tell you how to get back into the public area, if that's what you're looking for.”

Cal shook his head, looking embarrassed. “I'm actually looking for a meeting room somewhere around here? My friend here has an appointment with Lord Fulu and I'm afraid we are going to be late due to my terrible sense of direction.”

The secretary looked down at the datapad on his desk, flipping through pages of appoinents and notes. Standing so close, Cal casually leaned his arm on the desk and managed to get a brief look the datapad while the man wasn't watching him. When he finally looked up Cal had gone back to gazing around the room. “Fulu doesn't have any meetings scheduled today.”

“Hm? That doesn't sound right. I was certain it was today.” He frowned, the lie never once showing on his face. “Could you tell him Vorn is here? I'd hate to keep him waiting if the meeting is today and somehow got lost in your system.”

The slight inflection in his voice must have worked. The man was probably imagining all the terrible things that would be done to him if he didn't let an important guest in to see Fulu. He gathered up his datapad and stepped out from behind the desk looking flustered. “Ok...just, stay right here. I'll be back in a minute.”

Ca watched him rush off through one of the closed doors before turning to Vorn and grinning. “Do you think your name will get us in? Or shall we take a little private tour while the kid is gone?”
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PostSubject: Re: So, What's Under the Helmet?   Tue May 24, 2016 10:19 pm

The grounds of Fulu's palace were more extravagant than most Hutt palaces Gela had visited, but that didn't make Fulu better than the others; most Hutts didn't have to expend so much effort on showing off. Perhaps knowing his reputation made Gela a biased perspective though, but all the same, she wasn't impressed.

She followed Cal into the large building and into a large entry room with a reception desk. The agent seemed to be leading the receptionist stopped them. Cal paused to look at the young man, quick to smooth things over as he explained their ficticious meeting with the Hutt. Gela remained silent during the exchange, up until Cal used her alias and the boy was about to leave to go inform Fulu.

"It's Vorn Slayer," She told the kid, correcting Cal.

As the guy left the room, Cal turned to her with a grin on his face as he suggested sneaking in on their own. She grimaced even at the hint that this agent was addressing her in a friendly manner. She crossed her arms and with a short exhale of breath told him, "The name will be enough."

She didn't regard it as her own name, as it clearly wasn't. She was reluctant to say any more on the matter, she didn't see a name like Vorn Slayer as something to be taken seriously, so she didn't like spreading it around. Perhaps the agent would see it differently, after all, he didn't know how she earned the name. She would much rather just go by Vorn, as it was simple, less theatrical, but the Hutts did love their touch of drama. As much as the Hutts were amused by it, and still appreciated her reputation, she treated her alias as a mockery of her small beginnings. There was little she could do about that though.
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PostSubject: Re: So, What's Under the Helmet?   Sat May 28, 2016 4:00 pm

“I'll trust your word then,” Cal said, nodding. Vorn would know best if he was going to be recognized or not. Cal knew little of the reputations of bounty hunters and other various petty criminals of the galaxy. He had never heard of Vorn before, and doubted that in his future dealings his name would ever come up again. He worked in different circles than the average hutt, though, so it was possible they would know the name Vorn when he didn't.      

“When we get to him I'll handle the conversation, unless of course he has a question for the mighty Vorn Slayer.” Cal smirked at the bounty hunter; now the moniker sounded a bit more fantastic. He wasn't named after the animal, but after his prowess at killing them. He had to be quite a man under that armor. “Should your other skill sets become necessary I'm sure you'll know.”

Cal was uncertain how long the secretary would be gone, but he planned to make the most of it. A  quick look over the desk revealed that he had taken his data pad, unfortunately. Undeterred, Cal made a sweep of the rest of the room, taking in the art and trophies that all screamed one thing: Fulu was trying to compensate for something. Likely his small stature and lack of intelligence, if Vorn was to be believed. Under an ornate box he found a small key. Odd place to keep a key. Cal pocketed it, just in case.

Just as Cal was about to suggest they try his method instead of waiting, the young man returned. He looked frazzled, and bowed low to both of them.

“I'm sorry about the wait, sirs. Fulu is most thrilled to see you. Please, come with me.”

Cal smiled and told him there was no need to apologize, that he was only doing his job, and doing it well. That seemed to calm the boy down, and he led them out of the room and into a maze of corridors. Cal's mind worked to map them out as they walked, noting routes of escape if it came to that. He hoped it wouldn't come to that.

He leaned close to Vorn as they neared a closed door at the end of a corridor, and whispered his praise that his name alone had gained them access to Fulu. “You're really something then, aren't you?”

The secretary opened the door and bid them to enter, shutting it behind them once they were inside. The room was large; two rows of columns made a pathway to the far side of the room, elegant and plush carpets leading the way. Much like the waiting room this one was decorated with lavish paintings and sculptures, giving the impression that its owner had money to spare.

Cal and Vorn followed the path between the marble columns and found Fulu waiting for them at the end of the room. He was sitting a top a dais encrusted with jewels, a bottle of wine and a half full glass resting on a table at his side. Vorn had been right. Fulu was smaller than any hutt Cal had ever met. Still quite large compared to any other race, of course, but for what he was, he was a runt.

“My lord,” Cal approached the dais and stopped at a respectful distance to give a low bow.

“Welcome, welcome.” Fulu spoke in galactic basic, forgoing huttanise for guests he probably thought didn't know it. There was an insult in that, but also an advantage. Cal had many times overheard things he wouldn't otherwise have if the speaker had known he knew their language.

“I must say I wondered if I would ever meet the famed Vorn Slayer.” The alien's eyes strayed from Cal to the fully armored man beside him, taking in just how impressive he looked. A hint of excitement showed in his sunken eyes. “To think he has come to visit me, of his own volition.”  

“You have come to visit, yes?” He paused, his expression growing hard. So he wasn't as a big a fool as Vorn had said. Or else he was used to people seeking him out to use him. “Because if you've come to do something else, say, kill me on the orders of my jealous brothers then you're going to have a hard time.”

It was then that the doors on either side of Fulu's dais opened. Three guards excited from each side, armed with blasters and vibro knives. They took their place surrounding Fulu and looked blankly into the room.

“Of course we're not here to do something as tragic or stupid as make an attempt on your life.” Cal said, before Vorn could get a word in. He took a slight step back, just to show he meant no harm. “My friend Vorn here has heard much about you from his dealings with others, as have I, and we merely wanted to meet the man we've heard such great things about.”
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PostSubject: Re: So, What's Under the Helmet?   Thu Aug 11, 2016 6:27 pm

Gela stood quietly in the center of the room as Cal nodded and then proceeded to explore the contents of the room while the secretary remained absent. A short huff escaped her breather as he not only told her not to do any of the talking, but he also mocked her full alias. This was why she like to keep it to the short and simple version: Vorn. Hutts were too dramatic.

A short while later, the boy returned looking rather out of sorts, and was now ready to escort them in. It was a good sign for Gela, as she assumed Fulu had just finished yelling at the boy for not letting the great Vorn Slayer through sooner. Fulu must have been eager to see a bounty hunter of such reknown, and it confirmed everything she had heard about him. Most of the Hutts Gela worked with made a point to show an air of self-importance; always conveying that they had more important people they could be talking to. Fulu would attempt the same act, no doubt, but it was too late for that. She knew how desperate he was for attention; a runt that wanted respect. He was too eager.

As the boy led them through the halls, Cal leaned towards her and whispered his praise. Gela scoffed, but said nothing- didn't even glance his direction and instead waited to gain her personal space back. The longer this mission went on, the more she noticed how much of a smooth talker he was, based on the way he spoke to the secretary. She didn't need compliments from a guy like him. Surely her brother wouldn't have grown up to be a two-faced Imperial agent. This couldn't be him, despite how uncommon a name Calcariidae was.

As promised, Cal took charge as soon as they entered Fulu's main hall, and at first, Gela remained silent as he wished. Instead she took that moment to size up the guards around the room. She could take them on if she had to, she was certain, but that wouldn't further their mission along. As Cal bowed before Fulu, Gela crossed her arms and stood just a few feet behind him, glancing over her shoulder as the secretary also gave a short bow before excusing himself.

She looked back as Fulu spoke, her head tilting ever so slightly to one side as he seemed surprised that Vorn would come to see him like this. Still, she said nothing, and as Fulu seemed to question whether they came as friend or foe (a reasonable issue to consider), Cal spoke first and quickly, as though to prevent her from saying anything stupid. He went on to say that they were just simply visiting due to Fulu's power and reputation being 'so' impressive. Like hell Gela would kiss up to a Hutt; the only thing she respected about them were their credits. And why not make a little extra on the side while she was here?

"If you know who I am, then you know what I want." Gela spoke up, almost interrupting Cal at the end of his sentence, "I'm here for work, Fulu." If Cal wanted to avoid looking suspicious, well, letting a bounty hunter be a bounty hunter was the way to go. At least that would be her reasoning later, should the agent questioned her methods.
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