Death Watch Infiltration Complete

[18:58] Rahgnall lead Nicci through various winding corridors of the battle ship and up a lift. Eventually they reached a room stockpiled with weapons armor and supplies which served as the vessel's armory. "Alright here we are." he takes out a datapad to catalog all of the items being taken by Nicci for future inventory. "For now, see if you can't find a spare set of female armor." his eyes dropped to her large breasts "I...don't think male would fit you." he cleared his throat and pointed to the crates that housed the armor.

[18:59] J-9245 was activated earlier by Bantov as it stomped into the room with the overlord as it said through its vocabulator "Jay-niner two four five reporting for duty, Bantov wanted me to talk to you about a droid on Nar Shaada system, possible captive for you" [18:59] Nicci Sularen's arms had remained folded under her chest the entiretime, even as she surveyed the room, "No, it won't," she glared, "Hence why the armor I had was custom fitted to my body shape." she replied. "Which YOU said you were going to arrange getting replaced." [19:07] Rahgnall takes off his gloves one at a time, slowly pealing them off before stuffing them inside one of the pouches on his utility belt. He sighed, palming the side of his scruffy face "Look, you heard her...phrik is one of the most rare metals in the entire -galaxy-. But I wasn't lieing about my connections on the blood moon. It might take a while to set up a meeting with the sith there though." his eyes glance down at her body "Although...I might be able to -expedite- the process for a ... personal favor." . [19:15] Rahgnall pressed his lips together in a disappointed smile and shrugged at her hopelessly "Well I guess that's as much as I can ask for. I've been tasked with keeping an eye on you until the overlord strictly says otherwise so you'll be making the trip to the blood moon with me." he takes a step forward, his tone dropping to a serious thrum. "This is -sith- we're talking about here. If you try to pull something like...." he trailed off when he noticed her sith sword. Oh yeah...she survived sith slavery. "...You'll be fine." he grunted. "Want me to hold your stuff so you can get dressed?" [19:15] J-9245 nods and deactivates his holoprojector as he places his helmet back onto his head, as he signed knowing he was able to do that, making him wonder how much of a clone he was now a days... he was slightly starting ot hate the death watch whom made him into their personal droid, but wasnt able to defy his programing that ran through his brain [19:16] Bantov 'The Wolf' Vayne (ynod.quar): okay, nars full, gotta wait) . [19:21] Nicci Sularen held up a leather holdster full of lightsabers she had "obtained" from Force Users, "I think I will be fine," she snorted.  she ignored his request to hold her things and picked out some beskar as similar to what was her armor as she could and put it on. "While I understand why your Overlord may not trust me yet, frankly me approaching you and handing over the phrik armor is no small feat for me to do," she said quietly, though somehow just as harshly as ever. [19:22] Kadiilir Trikar - Shiva Vayne (ellisa01.turbo) walked back over to her reclaimed armor with a smile. She placed her right crush gauntlet on the dome of the helmet and gave a nod. "Will take some time to reshapen this, but it'll be worth it.." she said to herself quietly. "Don't worry vod we are reunited once again." she continued in the same tone as a sigh escaped her. She had been raging about geting her armor back and now she has it.. It was time for the next step of her plan. [19:27] Rahgnall holds up his hands high and takes a step back to lean against the wall next to the door. "Alright alright." he watches her rifle through the boxes, taking note of what she picks up on his datapad. "And I understand that you've taken an uneasy step into a larger world. You've literally changed sides in a war that could end the lives of millions. Which is why we are being so cautious. There is a procedural probation period where we want to make sure that you are everything you say you are. And trust me...giving up the armor was a big step in the right direction." he assured her. [19:30] Nicci Sularen discovered that the armor she pulled wouldnt even so much as go down around her breasts.  She grumbled and tossed it back into the barrel, digging around again, "Uneasy is a bit of an understatement." she said. [19:34] Rahgnall felt his cheeks warm as he watched Nicci fail to fit a women's breast plate around her chest. Once he caught himself staring, he snapped out of it with a cough to clear his throat. Rahgnall moved past her and found one of the largest chest pieces for the human species and handed it to her "Try this on." [19:39] Nicci Sularen took the chestpiece from him and slipped it on.  It barely fit, clamping her inside rather tightly but it seemed to work for the time being. "This seems to work, barely, but please...as soon as possible wit hthe other set..." she said, raising a brow. [19:47] Rahgnall takes a wide step back to look her over. He swallowed hard when she struggled to fit the large size chest on and coughed again. The life of a soldier is a lonely one and that fact was growing ever apparent by Rahgnall's boyish reactions to Nicci's....wardrobe problems. "It shouldn't take any longer than a day with a reward in mind for the effort. Although I'll probably have to give them an arm and a leg to arrange the meeting nevermind the price for the actual metals." he points at her with a frown "You owe me, alright?" [19:50] Nicci Sularen laughed, "I owe you?  I just makde you look like a champion to your Mistress, giving up my own phrik armor in the process and turning the tide of your war, and I owe YOU?" she asked, smirking at him, adjusting the armor on her chest, at one point having to stuff her breasts which were peaking out along the sides back into the armor.  She fitted the legplates and refastened her liightsaber trophies onto them. [19:56] Rahgnall pinched the bridge of his nose at her reaction. If there was one stereotype in this galaxy that was absolutely unerringly accurate it was about the stubbornness of mandalorian women. Rahgnall let out a long drawn out sigh. He'd just have to swallow his pride and suffer in silence for the time being on this armor matter. "The real investment is always made on the battlefield I suppose. We'll know your worth once you've been put through your paces." he winced when her breasts had to be shoved back into her armor. "You um...need a bigger set?" [20:05] Nicci Sularen just grunted, "Yes but this will do since it is temporary," she replied.  She smiled at the mention of battle, because that was something the woman truly lived for. "So do you still intend to go through with joining a mandalorian clan or were you just there to get my armor off?" she smirked. . [20:08] Rahgnall blanches just at the way she said that last part. It left him rubbing the back of his neck and clearing his throat again. "No." he said at length, sitting down on one of the crates. "Just a facade to discover the location of Vurr's missing armor." his brows furrowed "One which nearly failed I might add if I wasn't followed. I'm not sure how but the mention of phrik and various mettles seemed to have made Mand'alor quite uncomfortable." [20:10] Nicci Sularen Ordo (suraya.scribe) smirked, tightening her gloves, "You just asked too many questions about one particular asset that a single clanless warrior would have no interest in is all. You would have gone home in failure had I not been fed up with the Mand'alor's shit already and sought you out on purpose," she chuckled. [20:14] Rahgnall frowns when Nicci started to sell short his efforts. "That's not quite accurate." he said with an offended expression upon his face. "I had already been out in the field for a week, that was merely one attempt. If you want to survive in the Death Watch you don't give up and report for a different posting...that's not the way things work here. You do things right or you don't come back at all. I would have stayed out there until I knew what happened." he said taking a step closer towards her "Count on that." [20:16] Nicci Sularen smirked, "Irrelevant, whether you came back in failure or not at all doesnt change the fact that you were getting nowhere except the Mand'alor's suspicions way up," she smirked. [20:18] Rahgnall rolls his eyes "Maybe in that one conversation. Victory did not depend on persuading mand'alor to tell me what he did with it. And besides that was just my first attempt." he glares at her, standing nose to nose with her. "Trust me princess I've got a lot of tricks up my sleeve. More than is worth underestimating me for." he whispered harshly. [20:19] Nicci Sularen smiled at him coyly, rather amused wit hthe fact he seemed to be growing angry over it, "Whatever you say dear," she winked. [20:25] Rahgnall glared at her long and hard, her smile and wink a mockery of everything he stood for...for what reason he couldn't explain. She was resistant...insufferable...and more beautiful than he could have imagined. Without a moment's though he took her cheek roughly in his hand and pressed his lips to her own, smashing their lips together. Just as soon as it started, it was over. Rahgnall still all frowns as he turned around and attempted to march out the room. [20:26] Nicci Sularen immediately drew her blaster pistol and hit him in the back of the head as roughly as she could with the butt end of it for daring to do such a thing wouthout her permission.  Whether he hit the deck or not, she cared little, for she brushed passed him and left the room herself.