OOM: Arkngthand, 8 First Seed, 3E 428

[moonandstar]

They emerge from the bar onto an ancient bridge, made of a metal that Ibani won't be able to identify - but clearly the work of an advanced and accomplished civilization. It bridges the foyada, high and deep on each side.

They won't have time to admire it, however. Because there's a bald Imperial in an iron cuirass standing at the other side of the bridge. He conjures a skeleton warrior, who charges toward them as its master launches bolts of lightning at them.

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[last_kallig]

"I suppose some things are the same wherever you go," she drawls.

"I'd make a good thief, but I've more than enough work on my plate already."

Someone is throwing up in the gutter already, they must have started drinking early.

[moonandstar]

Garyn has just enough familiarity with the place to know who to ask first.

And as expected, he has quite an easy time of it once he insinuates what he's asking about and why he's asking. They direct him to a Dunmer in the corner - one Edd Theman, better known as "Fast Eddie."

Through conversation, they find out three things: first, there's a Tong meeting at the Council Club on Fredas at sundown. Second, the Council Club will be cleared out of any and all non-Tong patrons, save for enough security to occupy a city block. And finally, that this Fast Eddie is actually very good friends with Caius, and to send him word that he's got some of the good stuff headed his way.

This will all do very nicely.

[last_kallig]

Ibani commits the information to memory, starts planning tentative routes.

"I can probably slip in, scout the place, so we can make best use of the floor plan." She offers once they're back outside.

[moonandstar]

"That seems wise."

Garyn would trust her to get in and out without suspicion even without her cloak.

"Once we've done that, you can wait in Milliways and I'll bring you in when Fredas comes."

[last_kallig]

She nods. It will be a little while before she comes back, as she's quite THOROUGH in her scouting.

"Not many exits, which is quite convenient for us," is the first thing she says when she comes back. "I can show you the place as I saw it in Milliways, and we can make a plan of attack."

[moonandstar]

"Excellent," Garyn says. "Especially since neither of us will need to use the exits ourselves."

[last_kallig]

"Not if we enter concealed before they start clearing the place," she agrees.

She pauses. "Or I MAKE a door with my lightsabers, but I think that might draw attention from the authorities."

[moonandstar]

"No, the first idea was better."

Garyn smirks, and leans in for a kiss.

"I shouldn't find it so attractive when you're plotting murder, but I do."

[last_kallig]

Ibani kisses him, gentle. They ARE in public. "You admire skill and efficacy, and murder is a field where I have both of those in large amounts."

She chuckles. "And you are very biased. I don't think you'd find plotting murder with another assassin of my skill level quite as stimulating."

[moonandstar]

"I'd have to see someone at your skill level first; I haven't yet. You're probably right, though."

Garyn kisses her again.

"I've a room at Eight Plates I'll be staying at. Or, we could go back to Milliways for a while..."

[last_kallig]

"We need time to pass here, so we might have to do both."

What they get up to in both places in nobody else's business, thank you.

The day comes, finally. Ibani sits on the edge of Garyn's bed in the Eight Plates, pulling on her boots. "Time to go to work."

[moonandstar]

Garyn straps on his scabbard, and holds the unlocking scrolls tight in his hands.

"Indeed. We've one scroll each for the front door, if need be, and one of the rented rooms to lay low in once we've gotten inside."

[last_kallig]

"Useful little things, though their existence must worry those who would rather things stay locked."

"Should have plenty pf time to pick starting spots. Try and take out any spellcasters first?" It's what SHE would do at home with Force users.

[moonandstar]

"If there are any," Garyn says. "The five prime targets aren't spellcasters, unless they're hiding a few tricks."

He steps out of the rented room and hands the key to the publican.

[last_kallig]

"I would, in their position," Ibani drawls. "For emergency use."

And Ibani and Garyn are DEFINITELY going to give them an EMERGENCY.

[moonandstar]

"I think they may be expecting other thieves and brigands," Garyn says.

"That will be their mistake."

[last_kallig]

"It's always nice when your enemies make mistakes," she muses aloud, cheerful.

[moonandstar]

"It is, but let's not celebrate before the job is done."

They creep together toward the cornerclub entrance under cover of the Force Cloak. Garyn has his Amulet of Shadows activated, just in case something should break Ibani's concentration.

Garyn creeps quickly behind a closing door as one of the guests leaves. Ibani should be able to hold it open long enough.

[last_kallig]

The door is easy enough to hold open just that little bit longer with the Force. Not enough to attract anyone's attention.

She assesses the place, counting how many 'people' she can feel in the Force, watching behavior patterns. It looks like things are going according to plan, so far.

[moonandstar]

They're able to slip down the staircase to the basement, where most of them will be filtering into. Garyn creeps around the bar and finds the door to a room. He turns toward Ibani, wordlessly asking if it's unoccupied. When he receives his signal, he waits for the barkeep's attention to be occupied.

[last_kallig]

At least they don't have to worry about droids!

Ibani nods when she senses the room is unoccupied, holds the technique and waits. Hopefully, it won't be long.

[moonandstar]

The last room is around the corner, down a set of stairs. They'll be well out of sight - enough, even, to leave the door open a crack as they sit on the bed and wait.

"We'll start up when it feels full to you," Garyn says, his voice low.

[last_kallig]

She smiles wryly. "Can't spend time in a room like this with you the way I'd like tonight. Shouldn't mix business and pleasure."

Her senses are mostly focused on the rest of the Bar. The place is filling up, if not as quickly as she'd like.

[moonandstar]

Garyn says nothing, but smirks and winks. It's nice to share little moments like this before killing.

Eventually, it will feel full enough for the moment to arrive.

Ibani will sense one person fairly close to the door, however. Close enough, perhaps, to strangle and silence using the Force.

[last_kallig]

Garyn will hear the muffled noise of the person outside the door's neck snapping as Ibani seemingly grasps and twists air.

It seemed as good a cue to her partner as any other that the slaughter is about to begin. She's all lethal grace as she stands, lightsabers in hand but unlit.