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Sept 12, 2013 20:40:13 GMT -8
Post by Urdak Monn on Sept 12, 2013 20:40:13 GMT -8
I eyed Bravassa with some disgust, if he kept calling me mutt i was going to bury my claws into his back as a I reminder to watch what he said around me. We almost fought for a lives over another man making that mistake in the first place. Now he was just pushing my buttons. I glanced at the girl when Bravassa spoke to her, though it was his fault the tools were gone it appeared he was going to use the girl to pay back that debt. Part of me wonder how well Bravassa could do on his own? I had noticed through working with him and listening to him interact with others, he tried to be the puppeteer with others most of the time. Normally I would call him a coward, at least back home we would have. Yet since leaving i had noticed how well it worked some times to use others for you're own personal goals. Not having to put my face out there, nor leaving my neck out to be hung. In this case Bravassa appeared to be using the girl to wiggle his way out of paying me what he knows he owes me. But did the girl see this?
I let out a slight growl at myself. It was amazing how having moved on from my peoples normal Isolation, I had started to change my way of thinking. There was a new set of rules, and if I planned on surviving out here, with the large populations of Force users I had to adapt. Straightening up i brought my attention back to what was going on before me. I was curious if the small women would take Bravassa's offer or tell him to go take a hike. Though personally the idea of someone else being there. besides just me and Bravassa sounded great. I missed being in larger groups, though sometimes I was a bit hot headed for them.
Reaching down I scratched at my leg as I waited for a reply from the women.
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Sept 13, 2013 7:02:40 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 7:02:40 GMT -8
Indeed the canine has a point. Opportunity comes in many faces and Bravassa thinks he may see another one on the horizon. Bravassa has his own ship in which to travel with. It seems to Bravassa that the two of you both require some sort of ride to your next destination and as the mutt seems to be willing to work with Bravassa on acquiring new contracts he has already managed to pay Bravassa back for generously giving him that ride. As for you blind woman, Bravassa’s wondering what you will do to pay for your ride on his transport? If Bravassa may be so bold, Bravassa has a proposition for you that he thinks the canine would enjoy as well. In exchange for a trip off world, Bravassa asks you to help with the acquiring of new tools for the mutt. The wolf-man had generally donated all his tools to Bravassa previously and requires more to practice his trade. If you’re not interested in joining us in helping acquire more tools for the wolf-man in exchange for a ride then I’ll also mention that there may be a few credits in it for you if you do help.
She nodded slowly."All right, I'll come with you. Better than wasting my talents here working in bars..." She crossed her arms."Just so you know, I've trained as a medic and healer so I can pull my own weight." She turned her head to the wolfman, then back to the man calling himself Bravassa and she realized that neither of them knew her name, and she still didn't know what the wolfman's name was. May as well introduce herself... "Also, my name's Mirania." |
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Sept 25, 2013 16:57:39 GMT -8
Post by Arn Hart on Sept 25, 2013 16:57:39 GMT -8
Gravicus skulled one of the many drinks that he had placed at the table, and let out an almighty belch before turning to Ty. “So what happened to the base, man? That place looked like a crater when we got back. Thought you were a goner for sure.”
Arn also approached the table, but did not take a seat. He preferred the vantage of standing in such a crowded place, and positioned himself next to where his brother was sitting. While he waited, he took the liberty of examining everyone else in the room, to ensure that they were secure.
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Sept 27, 2013 15:15:24 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Sept 27, 2013 15:15:24 GMT -8
She had been watching the scene unfold from the beginning, the ins and outs of a group trying to organize themselves and failing miserably about being discreet. She had finished up her business in Yractos, just waiting for her ride to be finished. Kuat was too hot nowadays. Upgrades to her ships usually got handled by a smaller shipyard just to keep spies from collecting too much on her. She was cagey like that. One moment, she's standing in the bunker of the Estate on Kuat, the next thing you know, it seems like months have passed by without so much as a peep from her. It felt like months, but truthfully it had only been a couple weeks. She sipped the whiskey in front of her, and decided she liked the cut of one of the mercs. Flashing a credit chip to the bartender, she had a craft ale sent over to one who told everyone to fuck off along with an invitation to join her in a booth in the back. He seemed like just the type she needed. Not afraid to assert himself and no posturing.
A twi'lek set the ale down in front of the merc, pointing to where Sinistra sat, her back to the wall, her eye on the door and whiskey in her hand. A dark lady waiting with a dark purpose.
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Sept 27, 2013 16:29:56 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2013 16:29:56 GMT -8
Up until this point, Gulliver had simply been sitting at the bar, listening to the conversation around him. Or at least, trying to. His ears were still ringing from the flashbang. Seriously, fuck those things. The big merc was still in a bad mood, and it was getting worse with every passing minute. He had ignored the fellow offering work. Any job with this bunch was going to be a fast way to earn a slow death. Instead, he stared steadily into the beer. This one hadn't lasted nearly as long as the others, but it wasn't quite empty enough for a refill. That another had suddenly appeared before him was interesting. The bartender gave him a wink and a nod towards the woman in the booth at the back of the room.
"An invitation?"
The barkeep knew better than to try to yell over the commotion in the bar, opting instead to give Foyle another nod. Something told the twi'lek that the female back there would not take kindly to her business being hollered from the rooftops. Far from being flattered, Gulliver's frown deepened. He wasn't the sort that random women bought drinks for. Most found his sheer mass to be intimidating, and the odd pistol on his hip didn't help things either. Either the woman was a weirdo, or she wanted something. Or both, he added. No need to think that one excluded the other automatically.
So with a steady hand and a scowl on his face, Gulliver headed for the booth. The crowd parted on its own. No one wanted to be in his way, not tonight. His expression softened a bit as he slid onto the bench opposite of his new best friend.
"Thanks for the brew, ma'am. Much obliged."
The human's voice was deep, as one might expect of a being his size, but also surprisingly soft and clear. His words were enunciated with a precision generally reserved for newsreaders or someone calling in an airstrike. Mostly neutral accent, hint of Corellian, but otherwise clean.
"So, what's the occasion?"
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Sept 27, 2013 17:40:11 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Sept 27, 2013 17:40:11 GMT -8
She was shadowed in the corner of the place, her long hair messily pulled back away from her face. Her eyes were shrewd, she was sizing him up as he approached the table and took a seat. Clad in black, her rough hands draped around the highball glass in her fingers. The twi'lek stopped by and dropped a bottle of whiskey and took off before he could overhear anything that might have been discussed. A smile cracked her lips as she gripped the bottle and tipped the amber liquid into her glass. She was a predator, the curve of her jaw, the set of her eyes hungered for the hunt. She lived for the kill, although she looked dwarfed by his size across the table from him.
"It's a congratulatory drink for our new business arrangement."
She raised the glass to him before she tipped it back, swallowing the two fingers of whiskey before she sucked the air in between her teeth, savoring the burn of the harsh liquor down her throat.
"You don't suffer fools and you certainly look like you would murder every sorry sap in here if I named the right price. So I'm offering you a position with my organization. Steady work, steady pay and an endless supply of toys to play with and asses to kick."
Another couple fingers in the glass, and her left hand slowly let go of the bottle to join the right as her fingers circled the glass, crossing the vertical legs of the alcohol streaming down the sides of the barely clean glass. She wasn't squeamish of her surroundings, although she looked like she was barely taller than an ewok thanks to the dimensions of the booth. There was an air of confidence, and the subtle implication in her voice that this was not an offer that could simply be turned down.
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Sept 27, 2013 18:30:29 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2013 18:30:29 GMT -8
This woman was dangerous.
Gulliver wasn't Force sensitive, but that didn't mean that his eyes were painted on. Everything about her screamed Sith. He would hesitate to call her a predator, on the grounds that predators, by and large, are cowardly. They sneak up on their prey, taking out the sick and the wounded. They strike from behind and flee at the first sign of trouble. This one? Not so much.
The tiny woman in front of him would likely kill him and everyone else in the bar if she deemed it necessary. Rejecting her job offer would probably be fatal. The big merc was confident that he could take her, given adequate time to prepare. He had killed Sith before. Jedi too. But he never fought them on their turf, and never without adequate preparations. Anything else was suicidal.
That being said, he didn't have a problem working for a Sith. The ones foresighted enough to hire mercenaries were generally civilized. They paid well and, as long as your performance met the standards outlined in the contract, they wouldn't try to stiff you either. But there had been issues in the past, and Gulliver wasn't eager to repeat the same mistakes that had cost him so dearly before.
"That's a generous offer, ma'am. But, as your potential employee, I feel it necessary to clarify a couple of points beforehand. First and foremost, I am a mercenary, not an assassin or a bounty hunter. I can hit any target within the operational range of nearly any weapon, but that doesn't mean I can sneak onto a hostile world, find a nice little spider hole and wait for a month for an opening. I'm far too large for most infiltration work, for starters."
"Secondly, I am a mercenary. This means I will kill what I am paid to kill. I don't inherently object to murder or torture, but that's not the same as enjoying it. Also, I'll pillage and burn when necessary, but you'll have to find someone else for the rape bit. If either of those points will present a problem with your organization, then I'm afraid we can't do business."
Gulliver's voice was calm. It was clear he had given this speech before. It was memorized, quoted automatically. This allowed the mercenary to enter an almost hypnotic state where his mind was blank, devoid of thoughts, feelings, or intents. If the (probably) Sith woman made a move, he was dead, plain and simple. But maybe, just maybe, he could react in time to do for her before she took his head. If she attacked, he would react as quickly as a non Force user could possibly be expected to. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.
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Sept 27, 2013 19:47:38 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Sept 27, 2013 19:47:38 GMT -8
The Sith laughed. Genuinely, mirth touching her eyes as she had a fleeting moment of imagining the merc, embedded on Mandalore on a mission to assassinate a some buckethead. It would be a fiasco. Highly amusing to her, but a fiasco nonetheless. She lifted the glass to her lips, her chuckles subsiding as she drained the rest of the liquid. She swallowed and shook her head, setting the glass aside as she pulled a datapad out, browsing through files until she came to her standard merc contract.
"Don't worry, I have plenty of spies and assassins should I need their services. I prefer to hire mercs to accompany me when I'm heading out for a little fun. I'll never ask you to rape, but I will ask you to steal, eliminate resistance to our insertion and cover fire for escape. I'm sure you could handle whatever I dish out." She spoke to him while she looked, two things pointedly asserted by the presentation of the contract. Firstly, if she carried a standard merc contract around in her datapad, she had used them enough to warrant the behavior. Secondly, she wasn't looking to hire one when she walked in, but she saw something in him she liked. He had a brain and wasn't afraid to use it. Rare qualities in hired guns. She liked men who could think on their feet and know when to back out of a bad situation, money be damned. She slid the datapad over for his viewing, pointing to the top portion where it spelled out terms. She eschewed the glass this time, taking a pull from the bottle, as she outlined her expectations.
"The top portion here spells out the retainer I like to use for my preferred mercs. Once you sign on, you get first refusal for all jobs with me. If you refuse three jobs in a row, your retainer is up for termination. You keep the signing fee but in order to resign with me, you have to take the next job I offer and your cut is determined by the lowest merc on the same job. Cut is determined by the job. Sometimes, it's a flat fee. Sometimes it's a percentage of the goods acquired. Once you have completed three jobs with me, you are offered a one year deal as a dedicated contractor of the Dark Tide. The cut per job is bumped by 100% of the average of the last completed jobs. If you were getting 20%, it goes to 40% with the contract. If your flat rate was 10 000"7, it goes to 20 000"7. You are free to take other jobs during that year provided you do not compete against Dark Tide or me. Sell us out and I make sure that whatever hell haunts you in your sleep will become your living, breathing world for the rest of your life. The signing fee is 15 000 "7. By the way, the name is Sinistra, Lord of Atrocity and leader of Dark Tide. The terms are negotiable, but I believe I'm more than fair."
Her eyebrows were raised in amusement, waiting to see his reaction. He was clever and wasn't afraid to stand his ground and assert his opinion and his bottom line. She admired that, so many times people would bend to her simply because of what she was or who she was. Not this one. Curiosity begged her to put him through his paces now, but she didn't have the job lined up just yet. Soon though. Soon.
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Sept 27, 2013 20:15:03 GMT -8
Post by Saubio Calway on Sept 27, 2013 20:15:03 GMT -8
Mirania thought for a moment about his proposal, and it sounded almost like mercenary work. She probably wouldn't be of much use in an actual firefight, as was proven earlier. But she had skills, and if these two could keep their hands and claws off each other then maybe traveling with them wouldn't be so bad. The alternative would be to spend weeks working odd jobs around here, a waste of her skills. At least she could still be traveling if she went with them.
She nodded slowly."All right, I'll come with you. Better than wasting my talents here working in bars..." She crossed her arms."Just so you know, I've trained as a medic and healer so I can pull my own weight." She turned her head to the wolfman, then back to the man calling himself Bravassa and she realized that neither of them knew her name, and she still didn't know what the wolfman's name was. May as well introduce herself... "Also, my name's Mirania." "You two can continue with the introductions on the way back to my ship." He started to walk away from the scene now, expecting the two to follow him through the spaceport back to his ship without need for any further pushing of the matter. His Curich-class shuttle was docked nearby so it would be a short walk to it from where they were. It'd be a tight fit for the three person crew but it'd be spacious enough to keep things from being exceptionally uncomfortable for the group. |
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Sept 28, 2013 13:29:44 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 13:29:44 GMT -8
It took a few moments to read the contract, and another few to read it again. Gulliver wasn't one to sign on to any gig lightly. The terms were, in fact, agreeable. Far more so than his last few jobs. Normally, he worked for a flat fee. The employer would pay for the duration of the assignment, anywhere from a month to a year, up front. Gulliver would then submit an expense report at the end of the term. This arrangement worked well, but in the merc world, was generally considered playing it safe. He had enough saved up that he could afford this riskier but potentially more lucrative contract.By the way, the name is Sinistra, Lord of Atrocity and leader of Dark Tide. "Sinistra? Your reputation proceeds you, ma'am." The merc wasn't sure if there was a specific title she preferred. When in doubt, throw out a sir or ma'am and let them correct you if they felt the need. If the employer got bent out of shape over it, he knew to GTFO at the first opportunity."Everything looks good so far. I'm sure you'll want to put me through my paces before formally signing anything. If you'd like, we can consider the first job to be an audition." What he didn't say was who would be auditioning for what.
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Sept 28, 2013 14:05:50 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Sept 28, 2013 14:05:50 GMT -8
"I'd imagine it does. But you're not trying to politely excuse yourself from the conversation so it must not bother you."
She took another swig of whiskey, her expression thoughtful as she sat back from the table, sinking into the smelly padded back of the booth. He wanted an opportunity to prove himself but he probably also wanted to see what exactly she would be asking him to do. If the work was unagreeable, he wouldn't have to stay with her because the contract would not be signed. He was thorough and careful, much different from Wanderer and the other mercs she had hired on before. Wanderer was good in a fight but not good enough to keep using. Plus, he painted a pinup on the side of her freighter. Who does that?
She made up her mind and set the bottle down, taking the datapad back from him to tuck it away, a smirk on her lips. She would play by his rules for the moment. He wanted to be sure, but she was pretty sure he wouldn't object to life with the Dark Tide.
"Tell ya what. I'll pay you the retainer fee, but you don't sign on until after the first job. If you find the conditions agreeable, then great. If not, you walk away with the retainer."
She pulled out a credit chip and dropped it on the table, the clink of metal on wood lost in the din of the barroom. She stoppered the bottle and got to her feet, revealing her 5'2" height to the mountain of a man before her.
"I've got a ship heading back to Kuat, let's go find us some trouble, shall we?"
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Sept 28, 2013 16:36:55 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 16:36:55 GMT -8
Gulliver grinned. He had that roguish, lopsided smile that those of Corellian ancestry seemed to inherit, along with a nearly unrivaled ability to find adventure/trouble.
"That sounds like a plan, ma'am. Excuse me for just one second, need to grab my bag."
And that he did, quite literally, as he reached behind the bar and pulled out a massive rucksack made of canvas colored with a digital woodland camouflage pattern. The giant canvas ruck probably outmassed the tiny woman by a good thirty or forty pounds, and could have comfortably stored her on the inside, if it wasn't already packed. He donned the pack without any visible effort, though the floor beneath him began to creak audibly.
Lashed on the side of the ruck was a mag-clamp system of the sort used as a retention system for weapons. This particular one was retaining a massive belt-fed machine gun. Stood on its end, the barrel would come up to Sinistra's chin, if she were the sort to stand still long enough for someone to place it next to her for a comparison. Next to its wielder, however, the big gun appeared to be nothing more than a carbine, especially as he popped it off the ruck with one hand and adopted a casual low-ready stance. The ammo would be fed from a box clipped underneath the feed tray, which would feed the 100-round belt without having to worry about having the belt get kinked or tangled up.
"Alright, ready when you are."
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Sept 28, 2013 18:36:22 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Sept 28, 2013 18:36:22 GMT -8
She laughed out loud again when she saw the massively large gun and ruck sack he retrieved from behind the bar. Both were nearly as tall as she was and he easily slung them over his shoulders. She lead him through the crowd to the door, the street outside eerily quiet compared to the noisy cantina. Her ears rang with that sensation of deafness you get when you leave someplace way too loud and she wove through the crowds, sure that the big guy could keep up. They were stopped at a corner, waiting for a signal when she looked up at him curiously, the whiskey putting her at ease.
"You never told me your name. Do I get a proper introduction or should I feed your picture to my intelligence officer?"
The people around them must have regarded them strangely. Sinistra was dressed as a businesswoman, a silk blouse and tailored coat over slacks and boots. Instead of a case in her hand, it was a half empty bottle of hooch. Next to her stood a giant with a gun that looked like it could shoot ewoks out of it. If ever there was a stranger duo, most of them couldn't think of it.
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Sept 29, 2013 17:14:06 GMT -8
Post by Clark Quantrill on Sept 29, 2013 17:14:06 GMT -8
The big merc merely gave Clark the cold shoulder. It was all together fine by him, no need working with someone who was slow to act. Had Clark been sober when he'd fired that shot the mutt would be dead in street right now. The grizzled Morellian walked over to where the fellow in the snazzy sat and his friend sat and took a seat across from them. He took out a slightly crushed cigar and lit up, taking in a big puff and exhaling while he spoke.
"Count the Big Guy out. I on the other hand am need more info, what ya'll got lined up?"
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Sept 29, 2013 19:46:08 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 19:46:08 GMT -8
The big merc smiled sheepishly.
"My apologies, ma'am. Gulliver Foyle. I'd offer to shake your hand, but, well, it's busy."
He patted the side of the big machine gun affectionately.
"You're welcome to run that name past your intel folks. It's a real one. Lotta folks in my line of work use an alias, but I've never had anything to hide. And frankly, my record speaks for itself."
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Sept 30, 2013 7:57:14 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Sept 30, 2013 7:57:14 GMT -8
She made a mental note to check him out once they got back to the ship, the rest of the way uneventful and passing quickly. Her ship was a beat up looking 3-Z freighter, ramp down at the spaceport with a couple of scraggly looking guys hanging out playing cards by the landing gear. They stood up quickly as she entered and barked commands to get them airborne. They busied themselves with her orders as she lead Gulliver onboard, pointing out where he could stow his gear.
"Here's a spot for you. You might not fit into the crew berths, but is a larger storage room off the cargohold that has a couple hammocks in it if you want to stretch out some. We're heading straight back to Kuat, by the time we get back, I'll likely have a line on a job for ya. Roam around, get used to the layout. We'll be up in the air soon."
And soon it was. The ramp was closing a couple minutes after she stalked off towards the cockpit, the ship heading off into the skies.
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Oct 10, 2013 3:40:08 GMT -8
Post by Arn Hart on Oct 10, 2013 3:40:08 GMT -8
“All the more refreshments for us then.” Grav said to Clark with a friendly grin. “Have a brew!” He slid a glass across the table towards the Morellian. The large man actually seemed considerably more sober now, perhaps as a result of emptying his stomach earlier. He was still plastered enough though that you wouldn’t trust him with a vehicle, or weapon… or family pet, but his speech and co-ordination had significantly improved.
Arn continued to mind his surroundings, showing little interest in the conversation. His attention had become drawn for a moment to the man with weapon the size of his new companion, but not for long. The real threats were usually the ones that kept their weapons and intentions hidden.
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Oct 12, 2013 9:48:52 GMT -8
Post by Clark Quantrill on Oct 12, 2013 9:48:52 GMT -8
"Much obliged." Clark said with a tip of his hat as he took the glass and threw the liquor into the back of his gullet. "So tell me friend, what kinda work ya'll got in mind?"
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Oct 13, 2013 17:25:14 GMT -8
Post by Urdak Monn on Oct 13, 2013 17:25:14 GMT -8
I stood slowly nodding to Bravassa as he told us to follow him. Good now we could leave, I could regain some of my lost tools. I turned my attention back to the small Girl smiling, or at least attempting. I was always told it appeared if I was ready to bite, or trying to intimidate someone cause my lips just raised revealing my fangs. Very well It seems we have a mutual friendship for the time being.
I started to follow Bravassa, Kyst getting up to follow me looking back once at the small girl as we walked. If I remember right we would be taking Bravassa's rust bucket of a ship. Which though had room for the 4 of us, it would still be kind of tight. Maybe we should look into trading the ship for something larger. Seeing as there was now more then just me and Bravassa working together.Fair warning, If Bravassa is his normal self he wouldn't have upgraded his ship yet, which means it might be a tight fit for all four of us. But not unbareable. I chuckled at my comment. Now that the small girl had introduced herself It seem only fitting he do the same for the rest of the party here. Little one, You may address me as Urdak. My companion is Kyst, as long as you an ally he wont hurt you, and will fight along side you. But he will not hesitate to harm anyone if I give the command. I gestured to each of us as I introduced us, pointing one clawed finger towards Bravassa before I spoke.That is Bravassa, he is a unique fella. The coin is in the air, on him. Money is the only thing he truly cares about other then Tech, he has a major hard on for any kind of tech. I chuckled again at the comment. Following behind Bravassa waiting for a smart ass remark from him.
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Oct 24, 2013 19:33:01 GMT -8
Post by Ty Loms on Oct 24, 2013 19:33:01 GMT -8
That's a shame, he could have been useful. Ty shrugged then picked up his drink and took a swig then returned to the watery ring that had formed around the base of the glass before turning his attention to Clark. I'm putting together a team, best of the best, that old number, He reached out to his glass and took another sip repeating his former actions but I can't go into much detail beyond that. You come with me, we give you a tryout and see where it goes from there. You pass you go a little further, get more info, so one and so forth. You don't, well then you walk away no harm no foul. Interested?
It wasn't his typical pitch, but this wasn't his typical recruitment. Usually he had intel on his recruits prior to the sit down portion, he knew they were a good fit. He didn't like this way, it felt like he was shooting blindly at moving targets hoping to hit the bullseye. It was sloppy and unprofessional. Ty planned to have a serious talk with the Mysterious Man about the manner in which recruitment's happened if he was going to be the new Director of STARS.
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