Corellian Sendoff

Marrick Quinn tightened the grip on his custom Nova Viper blasters. This was taking too long. He slammed his hand on the back of the dividing wall between the troop area of the covert assault shuttle and the pilots cabin. The pilot's head swiveled back, confused.
"Sir?" he asked over the comms.
"Hurry it up," Quinn grunted and the pilot nodded in response. He reached for the controls and jammed the thrusters to full, the ship lurched forward and hurtled towards their destination.


Quinn looked down again at his datapad, the message from the kidnappers was still open. He had tried to use Giarda's name as a scare tactic. Her name usually carried some weight in most underworld circles so that was usually enough to bully some thugs into conceding. He would kill them anyways but it made the job much easier. These ones were different. He stared at the small ":)" They had responded with. He wasn't used to this sort of jovial attitude. He figured they could be insane and had snatched Isar because he was drunk on the streets. The Clawdite was mouthy and liked to mention how much he was worth. To a kidnapper he was an easy mark which is why Quinn had assigned two guards as escorts to him full time. He had put a blaster hole in both of their heads an hour ago when they reported they had lost him, seated from a sabaac table of all places in a crowded club. They had provided a slew of excuses and pleads but they knew how he dealt with failure - a short drop with a quick stop.


This still seemed off though. Kinnal's locator cybernetic had gone dark after he had sent some of Giarda's assassins to deal with them in the Spaceport. From what he had heard from him informants, the ship had departed and the assassin's had yet to report in. He wasn't a fan of those three Chiss murderers but they were good at what they did. He found that subterfuge and covert actions usually weren't enough to really deal with a situation. He would rather pull a blaster in front of HPPD than have to slink around in some vents for a chance to maybe get your mark. At least with his way you knew you were entirely responsible for the consequences. He stared down at the datapad again and flipped to Isar's vitals. They were quite irregular. Spikes of pain and heart palpitations. Not uncommon for Isar usually, the Clawdite with a spice-head and addicted to a particularly violent strain of Eng-Spice, but he hadn't taken any with him this evening. They were likely trying to torture him for information. That wasn't good.
"Stang it," he hissed. Isar wasn't trained to endure this. Within 10 minutes the Clawdite would spill everything he knew about the Kajidic. There was no way he would hold out against even minor torture. A chill ran through  Quinn as he thought about that last point. If they had wanted a ransom they would of made that quite clear. None of this confusion or anything of that matter. So maybe they weren't after Isar, they were after his information - after all that is why Quinn was here in the first place, to protect Giarda the Hutt's investments. He knew though that Kinnal would spill it all after the first failed assassination attempt, he was likely starting to withdraw from the eng-spice too and would do anything to get out and get a fix. The realization washed over him like a tidal wave on Kamino. They weren't after Kinnal, they were after the Hutts. Kinnal didn't matter, they were going to head for the servers. He cursed and then looked down at Kinnal's vitals on the datapad which chimed warning at him. They were flat lined.


He reached forward into the cockpit and grabbed the pilot by the jacket.
"Turn this ship around!" he yelled over the noise of the shuttle. The pilot stared in complete confusion and Quinn cursed again, jamming the control rods to the right sending the shuttle into a sharp turn. The pilot scrambled to compensate and looked to Quinn, terrified look in his eyes.
"Get us back to Lexillon! Kinnal's dead, they're going after the server!" he yelled. The pilot nodded vigorously and hammered the accelerators forward and sent the shuttle hurtling forward. Quinn keyed his comlink and waited till the blue light stopped flashing and went solid.
"Giarda, call in some favours. We've got a security breach at the Lexillon and they're going for the Redbook. Now's not the time for subtly. Bring everything".