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Baulder

Baulder followed in with the group feeling disappointed that they would not be physically entering the Inferno. His eye twitched in disappointment but he accepted it. As they began moving into the crypt Baulder made an effort to take in the surroundings. So far it was rather dark and made mostly of stone, what little light that was dancing away from several torches played odd tricks on the angle of the walls in the crypt. Casting long shadows into the darkness where there really shouldn't be any. Interesting Baulder thought to himself. 

Baulder almost jumped when Tyrael suddenly exclaimed at the sight of a dead animal. He hadn't really heard a hint of surprise from his master the whole couple of months he had been under him. Surely it must be something important if it would make such a powerhouse surprised. But it was just a dead animal, though it was recently dead he guessed. Isn't there not supposed to be anything down here? As Tyrael began explaining what he wanted everyone to do Baulder was immediately eager for the task. "Yes lord." Baulder quickly hopped to this task by going over and using his claws to rip a chunk of flesh off the dead animal. He took a massive bite of it, the texture was rather rough and grainy. These animals likely hadn't eaten much, unless they were just like that normally, he didn't really know. The smell stuck in his nose however and was very... metallic, it tasted much like John Cena did when he had first tasted him. The smell pulled on his skin down one of the side passages away from Tyrael.

One of the small elf looking girls that Baulder assumed was a student spoke up quickly about where they should start. Baulder turned around and looked down at the small being, he spoke in a way that would imply he was hungry. "There are more, down the hall. I can smell them, they feel dirty to me. I wonder if the eggs taste any better." Baulder took off his pack quickly and undid a strap that help the top firmly to the side of the bag. He rummaged around for a second before producing the knife the college had given him. He focused briefly on John and making him physical. The demon appeared beside him with a confused look on it's face. Baulder held out the knife in his left hand to the demon gesturing for him to take it. John Cena looked towards the other students for a moment and a look of suprise came on his face. He started motioning that he was gonna make a run for it but Baulder jumped on the demon quickly slamming him into the wall. "No John, they are friends. They shouldn't banish you, understand?"

The demon croaked out "T-t-thy look i-i-f t-thy w-w-want kill." Baulder released the demon from his weight and put the knife in it's hand.

"They won't, well they shouldn't. We're killing ridge hounds today. Pay attention to that John." The demon nodded in what Baulder took as understanding and pointed down the hallway for the demon. As the demon started down the hallway Baulder did as well. But he also turned his head back to the others and said "Let's get this done with, master Tyrael tasked us."

Del had to admit, when he asked for a meeting he didn’t expect it to be at the Pit. Though it was possible she was doing Siren business there he highly doubted it was that. Not going in with much of an idea as to why she wanted to meet in this dive Del decided to suck it up. Del was wearing a brownish-grey engineer jumpsuit that he had found out recently passed for clothing in parts of 3030. While he wasn’t heavily armed or armor he did have a blastoid plate under his jumpsuit and his plaster pistols on either side of the inside of his zipper.  As he began to approach the entrance to The Pit he began to feel the rhythmic thumping of the bass from outside. Sometimes he felt like he was going to lose his hearing from meeting with people than from explosions.

As he passed into The Pit the music suddenly became louder and more clear. So did the cheering for the blood sport inside the cage. From what the fights inside the crowd looked like the match was about to begin. Though he came just after the announcement it seemed like two veterans were about to go at it. Del found the whole “volunteering to fight” thing a little pointless. Though he figured if they were gonna kick the teeth out of each other they may aswell do it for money. 

Del scanned the room for the bar quickly and found it was in the same place it was the last time he had come here well over a year ago. Descending into the mosh pit surrounding the main cage Del simply slithered through the crowd without much incident, well atleast until he was about to come up to the bar. A Besalisk about his size drunkenly stumbled into the bar and into him, unfortunately without a word being spoken the heavy set Besalisk took a swing at him with his two right arms. The punches were with a lot of force but the alien was so drunk he probably couldn’t see straight so Del had to put little effort into evading the strike. He even went a step further and grabbed the Besalisk’s forearm and pulled it towards where he had been. He put his leg out in front of the already stumbling blob which sent the alien into a free fall for a moment. With his free right arm Del delivered a punch to the back of the Besalisk’s head. The mass then twitched for a moment like he had just lost control of his body then promptly closed his eyes and stopped moving entirely.

Confident that the guards would take care of the drunken mess he had just exacerbated Del made his way up to the bar. Del squeezed in between two Neimoidians at the bar who were sitting on stools and ordered a Bantha Blaster, a bad habit he had picked up from the Scarred hutt palace, the one time he’d been there. The bartender acknowledged him and walked away to make his drink. Del reached into his outer breast pocket and retrieved a comm device. He simply pressed a ping button that was located on the side of it and hoped 

Sienn had finished her drink, the cage had emptied out as Lon disappeared through a doorway, his groupies trying to follow him in being denied by security. The loser of the fight had also been removed. The mob around the cage had begun to disperse as the Twi’lek heard her communicator device beep. She turned towards her friend for a moment.

“I’ve gotta to meet someone here, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Oh you got a date, he cute?” Tala said with a smile as Sienn shook her head then walked away from her, she squeezed through the crowd around the bar until she found the source of the signal. A man clad in a jumpsuit, she expected armor but maybe he was undercover or something. Armor tended to draw attention in a place like this. She smirked as a Besalisk was dragged through the front doorway by two bouncers, then leaned in next to Del.

“You must be the one was looking for me. I’m Sienn, why don’t we talk somewhere more quiet,” She said, gesturing for an empty booth on one side of the room. “So do you like this kind of place?” 

Del grabbed his drink and his credit chip back from the bar tender with one hand through the Two Neimoidians once again and brought the drink quickly to his face. The pink-green mixture was just as sweet and hard as he remembered it. But he then suddenly found himself with a Twi’lek girl leaning into him, pretty enough to be a stripper at a high end place. When she spoke to him it then confirmed his suspicion, she was the Siren contact. 

Del followed the Twi’lek like a dog on a leash, he found it put potential clients at ease. “Name’s Kell, I’m not a frequenter of this place. Worse places to be though.” Del said in his usual neutral raspy accent. He then brought his drink up to his face and took another sip of the fizzy mixture.

“That’s true I suppose, it’s not my kind really, full of rowdy drunks. But it’s convenient for meetings. Security is top notch, you’re expected to hide away any blasters, and there’s so much noise that it’s near impossible to eavesdrop.” She said with a smile as they approached an empty booth. Even over a ways from the bar there was still a thick cloud of noise, less than right in the bar though.

“It’s rare a man wishes to work with us, but we don’t discriminate in that area.” Sienn said as she slipped into the booth, gesturing for Del to sit near her where they would actually be able to hear each other.

”Well this may or may not end up being work. Chiefly I need to know where I stand with your employers, they may or may not know I’ve been doing some contract work for their competitors. Nothing I’ve taken should be a conflict of interest up until now. I need to be sure that just that information isn’t blocking future work.” Del took another longer sip of his drink this time. He realized that he needed to atleast look like he was having a good time with the Twi’lek, lest someone be watching them. Del struggled out a half smirk half smile and leaned forward towards the Twi’lek signalling with his body language to anyone else that might be looking on that he was trying to court her.

“If we are good there we can move forward, that being said I’ve heard your employer needs some work done that I might be interested in.” Del said with the same even tone as before, but also managing to keep his facade of looking like he was having a good up.

“They know you work with the others, that’s not an issue, you’re not pledged to our cause, a little too masculine for that,” Sienn said, as she saw someone glance at her, she rubbed her hand on Del’s arm, masquerading that they were flirting. “As long as that work doesn’t involve acting against us or our cause, then it’s fine. However, we’ve noticed you’ve been working for the Pures. They’re everyone’s enemy down here, we’re all for other aliens in thirty thirty. You keep doing dirty work for them, we don’t know how much we can let you do work for us.” Sienn said with a fake smile of flirtation.

“We do need some work done, a freelancer is perfect for it, we just tell you what you need to do, you get it done you get all the promised credits. You die, there’s nothing that connects you to us.” She added, as she looked him right in the eyes.

Del stretched out his fake half smile into a more full one that would have almost looked like he was baring his teeth like he had just heard magic words. “I’m very careful in the work I take from them, nothing ideological, nothing against the Sirens, I like keeping my options open believe me.” Del tilted his shoulders towards the Twi’lek, with his left hand he picked up his drink making sure to not drop eye contact with her for even a moment. He finished the remainder of the glass, setting it down on the table they were at. Leaning in real close to the Twi’lek’s face keeping up the same fake smile. “Oh I have a vested interest in protecting client anonymity, it’s why I get paid and not shot.”

Backing off a bit but moving his left hand to lightly touch the Twi’lek’s own forearm. “So, what do you have for me.” Del really needed to figure it out before people figured out how fake this carade was.

“The Stars, they’ve been kidnapping girls from an area to the south, near the border to their territory. Probably turning them into sex slaves. Figure out who's running the disgusting operation and kill them, any other Star’s casualties are fine. Payment only for the boss of it. Believe he is a human male named Jaird. Two black stars above his right eye.” Sienn said, as her words came to an end she leaned close to his ear and whispered them right into it.

“You know how well we pay.” She added with another smile.

”Already blacklisted from the Suns, I’ll accept. I’ll let you know about secondaries eliminated. How do you guys take confirmations? If you want the head it might cost a bit more, if he’s a sector commander anyways. Also, will you pay if I figure out where the girls are?” Del said still staring down the Twi’lek in the close proximity they were now sitting in. If this went much further he wasn’t sure how long it would be before she was sitting in his lap. Operational security was more important than his personal space however, as much as it annoyed him.

“Great to hear. Send an image of him dead to us, the two stars above the eye is the key there. We might include a bonus if you can pinpoint where the girls have been taken,” Sienn said. “Anymore questions?”

”It’s done then. I’ll contact you when my ends taken care of.“ Del dropped the smile into a smirk for a moment pursued his lips as if he were going to kiss the Twi’lek but backed out right before he was touching lips and gave a playful smile as he evacuated from the booth, grabbing his empty glass in the same motion. After he turned away from the Twi’lek and began making his way back to the bar he waited until he hit the main bulk of the crowd before he dropped the act. His face fell back into it’s usual scowl as he became one with the mass of the mosh pit again. 

The next match had looked like it was setting up when the announcer began announcing who was in the fight. His eyes widened and he looked at the main cage when he heard “...Mandaloriannnnnnn! Maaaaar DEEEEEEN!!!" That was the third Mandolorian in one day. If for nothing else other than job security he needed to find out why in the galaxy there were so many Mandolorians down here all the sudden. It looked like he was staying for the fight.

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