Clark Quantrill
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Yractos
Nov 8, 2013 14:45:46 GMT -8
Post by Clark Quantrill on Nov 8, 2013 14:45:46 GMT -8
Clark threw back another shot of whiskey and took a big puff on his cigar before answering.
"Sounds good enough for the ladies to dance with. Count me in. I been on this rock too long anyhow, when do we leave?"
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Arn Hart
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Nov 13, 2013 2:35:29 GMT -8
Post by Arn Hart on Nov 13, 2013 2:35:29 GMT -8
“All right! Just like old times. Let’s do it!” Grav enthusiastically cried out. He looked up at Arn with an excited grin on his face, but Arn turned away slightly as he considered the proposal. He was certainly interested in work that better utilised the full extent of his talents, but this team already sounded more secretive than he preferred. The lack of shared intel that comes with such a shadowy organisation also comes with increased risk when one plans as much as Arn does. Had he been in Clark’s position, approached by a stranger with prospects of mysterious work, he would have already left, but fortunately Ty had already earned Arn’s trust and respect.
He turned back face to the group and silently nodded in agreement.
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Ty Loms
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Yractos
Dec 29, 2013 22:35:34 GMT -8
Post by Ty Loms on Dec 29, 2013 22:35:34 GMT -8
Ty simply smiled and picked up his drink then brought it to his lips, waiting to take a sip. I thought you might say that. He spoke confidently as if he knew the answer to his offer before he even proposed it.He sipped his drink and sat it back down before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a credit chit and a piece of paper with the number 37 on it and tossed them onto the table. Enjoy your drinks gentlemen, on me of course, as many as you want and when you're done board the ship you find in that docking bay. Once on board the pilot will take you to your destination.
He took the last sip of his drink then stood and tugged a wrinkle out of his jacket. It was a pleasure. Arn, Grav, I can't wait to catch up. He grinned once again and nodded a goodbye. See you soon. He turned and walked out of the bar, into the street, and disappeared.
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Clark Quantrill
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Dec 31, 2013 6:54:54 GMT -8
Post by Clark Quantrill on Dec 31, 2013 6:54:54 GMT -8
The grizzled old vet raised his glass in a farewell gesture as the sharply dressed man turned and walked out of the bar.
"Barkeep! Break out your best bottle of whiskey!" the bartender brought out a bottle of Menkooro, not quite Whyren's Reserve but was really the best you could hope for in a back alley pub like this.
Clark poured two full glasses and slid one over to the large man called Grav, he'd only known the fellow a few minutes but he knew another binge drinker when saw one.
"Names Clark W. Quantrill, pleasure to make your acquaintance! Now let's down this bottle and get the hell off this rock! Been to long since the last time killed something."
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Arn Hart
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Post by Arn Hart on Jan 9, 2014 2:14:00 GMT -8
“Just take it easy… I’m not carrying you out of here.” Arn said to Grav, nudging his shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah.” Grav replied, shrugging him off before picking up the glass with a grin.
“Actually, while the two of you… do your thing, I’ll gather our equipment and settle business here. Meet you at the ship.” Arn walked out of the building and then ran down the street.
“Later…” Grav said. He took a mouthful of his drink and then addressed Clark. “Not a bad drop, Clark. I’m sure you heard, but I’m Gravicus Hart. The grump that just left is my little bro, Arn. This whole merc gig is more his thing, but I certainly don’t mind pitching in for some of the perks.” He paused to take another drink. “Keeps life interesting. That’s for sure.”
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Clark Quantrill
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Jan 9, 2014 15:04:14 GMT -8
Post by Clark Quantrill on Jan 9, 2014 15:04:14 GMT -8
"Interesting indeed." Clark said tossing back a big shot of firewater. "Excuse me one moment."
Clark fished a com-link out of his coat pocket and switched it on.
"Yo Roger." Nothing. "Roger!" Goddamn it Roger why won't keep this thing where you can hear it! Roger!"
The unmistakable voice of an OOM Pilot droid came back over the link. "I'm here master!"
"Go ahead and take off, I caught another ride. Link up with the "Odyssey" and have them stand by for further instructions. I'll be in touch. Jack is in charge till I get back."
"Roger, roger."
Clark finished off one more shot. "You ready to hit the road?" he said to Grav.
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Arn Hart
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Jan 16, 2014 5:03:27 GMT -8
Post by Arn Hart on Jan 16, 2014 5:03:27 GMT -8
Grav took another drink, and then stood up from his seat. “Let’s do it!” he replied. Although an incredibly casual guy, his excitement was shining through. Things had been pretty slow since the fall of the BAMF, and despite his role in Arn’s line of work being more ‘supportive’, Grav enjoyed the action… or at least the idea of it, anyway.
Grav made his way out of the establishment with his new companion, and headed for the docking bay that Ty had mentioned.
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Arn Hart
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Mar 15, 2014 3:19:41 GMT -8
Post by Arn Hart on Mar 15, 2014 3:19:41 GMT -8
By the time that Grav found the ship Ty had mentioned, Arn was already waiting there. The young Twi'lek stood beside the craft, holding firmly to a duffel bag, which couldn't be zipped up all the way due to a protruding item that was sheathed in black cloth.
Grav approached his brother. "That all you brought?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the single bag. "This is all that we require." Arn plainly replied. "Where's your friend?" he asked back, looking around for any sign of the gruff mercenary. "He's not here?" Grav said, sounding surprised. "Thought he would have beat me for sure. Must have stopped in at the can or something." he continued. "Oh well, I'm going to check out our ride. And my collectable bobble head figurines better be in that bag, bro." Grav added before stepping on board the ship. Arn gave no reply, but soon followed his brother into the ship.
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Arn Hart
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Mar 19, 2014 2:22:20 GMT -8
Post by Arn Hart on Mar 19, 2014 2:22:20 GMT -8
Arn entered the ship to find Grav and the pilot in hysterics over presumably a joke that he would never get the point of anyway, so he did not ask. The pilot dried his eyes and extended his hand for Arn to shake. "Welcome aboard, Sir" he said. Arn looked down at the pilots lingering hand and then back to his face. "Thanks for the ride. What's our destination?" he asked, before walking over to a seat, and placing his bag on the floor. "Err, Nubia, Sir. Just received orders to take you there immediately." the pilot replied, awkwardly retracting his hand.
The pilot stepped over to a control panel, and closed the doors, before heading up to the cockpit. "Might want to strap yourselves in, guys." he suggested. "There was another recruit that was supposed to be joining us." Arn mentioned. "Don't worry, Sir. There will be another transport to collect him. My orders are to deliver you to Nubia ASAP." the pilot replied. "Sounds serious." Grav said, clipping his seat belt on.
The ship lifted off the landing pad, and ascended into the sky until it was in orbit of the planet.
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