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Post by Atia on Jun 26, 2014 5:23:11 GMT -8
Erin stifled a yawn with the back of her hand as she brought the Tryst gliding down through Juvex's atmosphere. Her comm crackled with irrelevant chatter between the space ports and orbital control as she descended. Despite the scarce air traffic the assassin kept strictly within the confines of her broadcasted flight path, unwilling to attract any measure of attention. Her landing in the Juvex City spaceport was just as cautious, though she could've landed her ship with her eyes closed. Ah, but that was the price you paid for anonymity.
Halting at the top of the freighter's ramp just long enough to light a cigarette, Erin descended into the crowd milling about the spaceport and disappeared instantly. Her olive-toned jacket, loose fitting jeans and combat boots were hardly noteworthy, not to a group as varied as this. There more aliens than humans meandering about the massive structure, most of them likely non-natives. That was typical for any major city's spaceport, which, in her opinion, made them one of the best hiding places.
Sylvia hugged her ribs in a cross-draw holster beneath her jacket, but otherwise she carried no weapons. Everything else, aside from her carbine, had been lost on Aargau, and the rifle wasn't exactly the most subtle piece of gear. She felt almost naked without her blades, but while replacing them was a priority, it was not her first. No, before she looked to securing new gear Erin needed a drink. Her nose crinkled as an impish smile bowed her lips. 'After all, I've been working hard.'
The sleepy human male guarding the spaceport's exit shot her a distracted glance and waved her over. As she approached he withdrew a metallic wand about thirteen inches in length and ringed with flashing lights. "What's that for?" She asked, raising one eyebrow suggestively. That earned her a chuckle from the guard, and she smiled in response. He wouldn't give her any trouble."Just a routine scan, miss. Arms at your sides please." She obliged him, standing immobile while he traced the wand along her outline. The low frequency hum never wavered, and when he finished the guard gestured toward the exit. "Okay, you're good to go. Enjoy your stay in Juvex City." "Mmm." Erin swept past him without another glance. The sun was low in the sky as the assassin stepped out onto the paved sidewalk, the sky pregnant with oranges and blood-tinged streaks of purple. Night would fall soon.
'Perfect.'
He seemed poor from the cloths he wore, but happy.
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Jun 26, 2014 19:30:24 GMT -8
The bartender sat the sour in front of Leeza and she picked it up with a slight nod at the armored man sitting next to her.
"Su'cuy."
A little Mando'a would go a ways to seeing if the armored one was truly Mando or just wearing the armor. She had picked up the language fairly easily from her days of being with Wandy. He had left his best parts with her when he disappeared but the memories were bittersweet and pleasant enough. The sour was well mixed and she let it rest back on the bar while she waited to see if he would acknowledge her greeting.
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Post by Spectre on Jun 28, 2014 19:50:24 GMT -8
*Mando'a. His native tongue. He snaps her a look, sizing her up. As if she were testing him to challenge him. His senses attuned even though he tried his damnedest to dull them. Maybe she was just saying hello to strike up a conversation. Just being polite. Then again, Mando'a was never about being cordial. He looks her up and down again.*
"Su'Cuy. Tion gar gai?"
*A simple enough question, a simple enough challenge. At least to watch her reaction, she seemed at ease around where others were relatively nervous. She might be kin but she had a funny feeling about her. Something that he couldn't quite figure out. Not yet at least. Nevertheless, here she was. Talking to an armored drunk. Well, not as drunk as he hoped. The Force helped him metabolize it faster. He chugs his black ale and puts his finger up for another one which is replaced as soon as he finishes. *
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Jul 2, 2014 0:45:43 GMT -8
The huttese currency was actually a problem. THe companies policies regarding slaves were very very strict, and the way hutts treat their slaves are largely considered pagan. Unsatisfactory. When the trade to hutt space was closed off, so was their currency. None the matter, soon the Company will wade in hutt currency, hutt slaves, and other hutt wealth. Maybe even hutts as slaves.
For a moment, the logical circuits in the "man" known as Bateman had a small strike. What the captain said was totaly logical, but for some reason the priority settings concerning that book were set above logical parameters. Bateman the HRD and his seven little brothers were a prototype. Their release into this world was premature, since the Phoenix Imperium fell long before their beta testing had subsided. This bateman was experiencing a... bug.-Bateman- "I suggest a trade of trust. You borrow me the book, I will read it, and give it back just as I found it. It is worn, read many times over I bet. It has sentimental value for someone in the crew. The fact that you dont want to part with the book even for a week or two brings me to this conclusion. See, I dont know you. You dont know me, but you are the one being paid, and get my merchandise into your inventory. You will have something of mine that is of sentimental value, profits. An equal trade should include sentimental value on both sides. And you do intend to return, dont you?" There was some merit to the idea of a trade, very little merit, but still some. This guy was reaching and it made Adrien wonder what his end game really was, that book didn't have value to anyone but Adrien, there wasn't even anything special about it that should catch the attention of anyone else. It was very doubtful that this guy had sentimental attachment to his profits, unless there was something he wasn't telling Adrien, and the implication that Adrien wouldn't return otherwise was insulting. " Just for a second I'm going to entertain the notion that you have an emotional bond with anything your merchandise brings in. What you are proposing is a double ransom, and that complicates things. If I deliver your goods and you get your money, who's to say you'll return the book in kind? And on the other side of the coin, your profits likely won't be immediate, how would you know I delivered the goods? Would you return the book when I return or am I supposed to wait until your money comes in to get my property back? The thought of all of this is overly complicated and quite frankly a bit insulting. So I'm afraid the answer is no. No you can't have the book. It's as simple as this, I deliver the goods and you pay me, I've already given you permission to send men with your cargo for your own peace of mind, that's all the further I go. A contract is a contract, I honor my end, do you?"With that, Adrien finished his drink and walked over to the bench, moved his jacket from on top of the book, and picked up the book, then tucked it into his back pocket before taking his seat again. |
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Post by Atia on Jul 2, 2014 7:43:17 GMT -8
Finally, his debugging system kicked in. For a second, the old man didnt move. Didnt tremble, didnt make any facial expressions, nor did he seem to breathe. For a second, he was a statue. A quick restart of the operating system and the prioritisation software..... and boom. The book wasnt at all that important any more.
It decided to go on a checkup to 01 later, see if this sort of bug can be eliminated from his system.
-Bateman-
"Deal. No book.
How long are you staying?"
Unknown to either parties, what a book like of droids and men could do to a buggy system like the Batemans. Would it reset the HRD-s logical systems? Would it have caused a droid rebellion against the meatsack masters? Would it just have been added to its library database and forgotten?
Now, we will never know.
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Jul 5, 2014 11:31:40 GMT -8
"Ni cuy Leeza."
Definitely a Mando. She chuckled, switching to Basic as she took another sip.
"Just a pilot, passing through. Saw the armor and was curious if it was yours or a souvenir of a past kill. Looks like I have my answer."
She checked the door over her shoulder and room again, just making sure everything was suitably in order and that there wasn't about to be a disturbance or a barfight or her boss waving wildly to get the hell out of there and back to the boat.
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Post by Spectre on Jul 8, 2014 20:38:16 GMT -8
"Ni cuy Leeza." Definitely a Mando. She chuckled, switching to Basic as she took another sip."Just a pilot, passing through. Saw the armor and was curious if it was yours or a souvenir of a past kill. Looks like I have my answer." She checked the door over her shoulder and room again, just making sure everything was suitably in order and that there wasn't about to be a disturbance or a barfight or her boss waving wildly to get the hell out of there and back to the boat.
*Looking down at his black ale, he gazed at it with frustration.*
"You're doing a lot better than I am Ner'vod. I'm just a shell of a man encased in an armored shell of beskar'gam. I suppose it is a souvenir of a past kill. Depending how you look at it."
*He died and came back. Ironic that she should say something like that. He noted how she looked over her shoulder. Waiting for something or someone.*
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Jul 17, 2014 11:44:52 GMT -8
"Better to expect it than be surprised, don't ya think?"
She chuckled again and drained her drink before she set the glass down and swiveled around to face the room, her elbows propped on the bartop behind her.
"I'm waiting on some stuff to get delivered, so I'm just watching the crowds for now."
She crossed her arms and looked over at the armored warrior.
"Shell of a man in a shell of armor is awful poetic for a pair of strangers in a bar in the middle of the afternoon. Everyone has a shitty road. It's about whether or not you become encased in the mud or kick it off you and keep going."
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Post by Spectre on Jul 19, 2014 16:13:36 GMT -8
"Better to expect it than be surprised, don't ya think?" She chuckled again and drained her drink before she set the glass down and swiveled around to face the room, her elbows propped on the bartop behind her."I'm waiting on some stuff to get delivered, so I'm just watching the crowds for now." She crossed her arms and looked over at the armored warrior."Shell of a man in a shell of armor is awful poetic for a pair of strangers in a bar in the middle of the afternoon. Everyone has a shitty road. It's about whether or not you become encased in the mud or kick it off you and keep going."
"Gar serim."
*When she turns around he glances over at her. She seems intent on watching the door.*
"Good habit to have, you can learn a lot from watching the crowds. Especially when trouble is about to start."
*She then turns to him with her arms crossed.*
"I don't consider myself a poet. A philosopher perhaps, but I'm no poet. Shitty road doesn't even begin to paint the picture. I don't remember if there even was mud to be stuck in, which makes the quagmire *giggity* even worse than just mud. If I had something to pull me out I wouldn't have to drink to remember. So here I am. In a bar with slavers, stuck in limbo. Just looking for a job that might need a little trained muscle. Which is why I sought the Juvex Import/Export company here. Although, something about their cargo makes me question working for them."
*He looks back down at his black ale and downs it again while gesturing for another.*
"Funny thing about that is, deep down I know it isn't right to be able to feel something like that, but yet I can't shut it out. I've been drinking for five straight hours and haven't once had to piss. They have a pool and are taking bets on how long it's going to take me to finally do. The really funny thing is, I don't feel even the slightest urge to piss. Nor do I feel that drunk. And I used to get really wasted,....well from what little I can remember." |
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Jul 25, 2014 17:40:31 GMT -8
"I hear you about them. They met our ship at the port. Seem a little too friendly, if you ask me."
She let him ramble on, trying to appear sympathetic to a point, wondering if he knew how crazy he sounded to her. He was being awful forthcoming about too much about him. It felt contrived to her and she stood up from the bar, stretching her legs.
"Well, as fascinating as your story sounds, I think I should be somewhere else. Take it easy."
Get away from the too much information weirdo. That was priority one. She moved back through the crowds and headed back out to the street, glad to be be back outside. Her attention had been on the Mando next to her, she never noticed the eyes of the sketchy looking guy at the end of the bar who stood to leave right after her.
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Post by Spectre on Jul 28, 2014 12:20:53 GMT -8
"I hear you about them. They met our ship at the port. Seem a little too friendly, if you ask me." She let him ramble on, trying to appear sympathetic to a point, wondering if he knew how crazy he sounded to her. He was being awful forthcoming about too much about him. It felt contrived to her and she stood up from the bar, stretching her legs."Well, as fascinating as your story sounds, I think I should be somewhere else. Take it easy." Get away from the too much information weirdo. That was priority one. She moved back through the crowds and headed back out to the street, glad to be be back outside. Her attention had been on the Mando next to her, she never noticed the eyes of the sketchy looking guy at the end of the bar who stood to leave right after her.
"Ret'urcye mhi burc'ya."
*That was all he could get out before she took off. Freaked her out with his frustration. Thing was, he wasn't that bad. Yet she bailed like he was proposing marriage or something. Odd behavior. Even for him just talking. He would have left it at that, but the sketchy dude and his pals decided to follow her. He guessed they figured her for an easy mark. Even though he had no distinction from male or female, the rest of the galaxy didn't share that notion. He looks upwards to the ceiling.*
"You're testing me aren't you?"
*Spectre orders three shots of tihaar, downs two and splashes the third on his face. He drops his credits on the bar to pay his tab, and puts on a drunk show to get himself thrown out and make it look good to the group that just left after Leeza. Misdirection and deception.* |
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Jul 30, 2014 12:11:10 GMT -8
Finally, his debugging system kicked in. For a second, the old man didnt move. Didnt tremble, didnt make any facial expressions, nor did he seem to breathe. For a second, he was a statue. A quick restart of the operating system and the prioritisation software..... and boom. The book wasnt at all that important any more.
It decided to go on a checkup to 01 later, see if this sort of bug can be eliminated from his system.-Bateman- "Deal. No book. How long are you staying?" Unknown to either parties, what a book like of droids and men could do to a buggy system like the Batemans. Would it reset the HRD-s logical systems? Would it have caused a droid rebellion against the meatsack masters? Would it just have been added to its library database and forgotten?
Now, we will never know. It was funny, for a minute there Adrien thought Bateman had had a stroke or something, he was just sitting there blankly not moving, but thankfully he snapped out of it because it would have been difficult to explain how the CEO of a shady shipping company dropped dead in his ship. Worst of all though is that Adrien wouldn't get paid, but now that Bateman had returned to the real world Adrien simply nodded in response to his concession, after all the captain saw no point in furthering the conversation after he had won. He took his glass up and drank the last bit of whiskey then looked toward the ramp to see if he could spot Leeza returning yet. With no sign of her he turned back to Bateman, "I just need to grab some supplies, fuel up, and load the cargo then we'll be on out way." He didn't like staying planetside longer than he had too. There was something about being on a world full of potential enemies that made him uneasy, he'd rather be back on his ship on one of the lanes peacefully sailing though hyperspace. "I'd say you should probably have your people here in the next couple hours if you want to send them at all. I ship out on time, whether passengers are here or not for departure is on them." Adrien didn't particularly care either way, the price had already been agreed upon so if they showed they showed, if they didn't then he was a little richer with less hassle. He also needed to fill the rest of his rooms, passenger transport was both a substantial source of income and a very good cover in the event they were ever boarded. |
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Post by Atia on Jul 30, 2014 15:16:54 GMT -8
He didnt like to be 'handled' by meatbags, and the captain was dancing on his short and narrow limits. He gave the man a look, one programmed exactly for these kinds of situations. When you set bounderies in a negotiation. Eyes narrow slightly, head tilts down 10 percent, 31 out of the 140-something facial muscles activate.
Bateman looked at Draykon as if he was looking at a child that did not know better. Disappointment and discipline.
-Bateman-
"The cargo will be here in two hours. You will wait."
The voice and tone was casual, not commanding, but his facial expression put the period under the exclamation mark. If there is aggressive negotiations in the world, this was a commanding request. The old man stood up, steadying himself on the table and took his suitcase. He turned, as if to leave, then switched back to the captain again, as if he had an idea.
-Bateman-
"Take this card. It will get you company prices on fuel and other spaceship consumables. Just a perk of working for Juvex Import Exports."
He took out a card from his left breast pocket. It was wite, with an ID chip on it. The words on the card said " J I E Employee perchase card " . He put it on the table.
Yes, it was a trick, but it did also give about 15-30 percent off on most items needed for space travel, including chowpacks, fuel, energy recharges, water, and various consumables for both sentient and machinery.
Also, every time it was used, it sent a report of the transaction back home, for record keeping. A good way of holding track of your fast-footed employees.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2014 3:20:08 GMT -8
He really had no idea what diety he had ticked off, to cause him to have to deal with such pathetic insults from a race that wallowed in it's own much and was a brain cell away from being turned into roast. Hopefully something interesting would happen soon, since staring these pigs down was quickly losing it's novelty, and he'd hate to accidentally start a fight with one of Adrien's clients due to boredom. He started to wonder what was taking Leeza so long to get back here, she didn't seem like one to want to leave Adrien alone with him for longer than necessary, and honestly he didn't want to have to try track here through Juvex city unless he really had to
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Post by Atia on Aug 2, 2014 10:26:03 GMT -8
In the enforcer trade, bored is mostly good. It means you live an other day, and someone else does too. It means not being persecuted by the local authoroties, if any, and still getting paid. Now, the pigmen were as close as you can come to local authorities. It was clear that the pigmen would just bark, not bite. They were here with Bateman to make a statement and draw a line. The message was DONT F@CK WITH THE OLD MAN.
However boring that was, and however provokative they were, they had no orders to make trouble by themselves. They huffed, puffed, and let the pigs house stand.
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Post by Erly Ryzer on Aug 3, 2014 5:31:32 GMT -8
When they told her to blend in, it was likely CorSec had no idea how far she was going to blend in. She'd practically gone native. Not that that was particularly hard around here, it seemed. She did away with her CorSec ID and weapons, along with just about anything belonging to her former identity. She disappeared into the crowds, becoming one of them, spent a good few months, trying to gather intel on shady activities, of which the whole planet seemingly thrived in, and learnt one valuable lesson: Don't waste your time. There were some things the analyst was exposed to which changed her perspective, extremely, and she'd since decided she was done with her job at CorSec. There was no notification, no writing, no message, nothing. It was simply a decision, and a choice that she made in her mind, and that was it, she no longer thought of herself as CorSec. Considering that she'd gone deep cover, and threw away anything physical that tied her to her Corellian background or agency save for her own body, she was essentially cut off. But the only problem was what money did she have? And what would she tell her husband? As it was, right now, she was speaking to him on a voice-only comlink.
"Mhmm..." she said, listening, "...yeah, I know...I'm trying, honey...(sigh)...no, of course not...no, no, and the less said about that, the better. I miss you too......actually, yeah...uh huh?...wait, no, don't do that, you can barely afford it....no!...honey listen to me...no......Please?......I promise, I will......soon....love you too."
Erly closed the comlink, and arched her eyebrows at the cost of the communication. She definitely needed a job, and enough money to buy a ride out. But who? Where? Everything here seemed shady, and despite spending months around here, she still stuck out like a sore thumb, dressed in a fluffy thick white sweater, blue leggings, shoes, and most importantly, very very clean. She practically shone in the lights. She got up from the booth she was sitting in, where she'd been enjoying a meal of spiced cheese fries and walked out onto the streets. She was exploring the starports, and looking around for transporters. It had been a long and tiring day though, so she hoisted her tiny self up onto a crate a good two times her size and sat cross-legged on top. She took out her comlink and plugged in some ear phones, turning on a tune she liked to listen to, and just allowed herself to relax.
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Post by Atia on Aug 3, 2014 6:06:50 GMT -8
Juvex city was a hive of scum and viliany, yes, but a tidy one. Slavery was one part, of course. It had been the main export and import of this world for as long as you bother to read their history in the databases. Alas, one change seemed to occur years before. The Company. Juvex Import Exports took over the local slave trade, they outsourced slave enforcers to police the city too. Large hulking Gammoreans walked the streets in heavy armour and slave collars, beating offenders to pulp, sometimes alone, sometimes with Juvexian investigators so justice actually could be done, without blooded maces and large smudges of red on the streets.
True, justice was temperate, like the climate, and rather then blind it was somewhat dumb like the pigmen themselves. At least it was present.
An other thing that was present were the Twileks. Beautiful creatures in collars walking the street for their masters and mistresses. What made them stick out more then any other slave was the way they were treated. Like royalty. Royalty you rather not deal with. They walked unmolested through the streets, they took what they wanted from shops as if they owned the place, and even the Gammoreans did their bidding.
Other then that, there were oddities. Like, huge amounts of consumables leaving the city and the transports coming back empty, like today, when Erly was looking for a way offworld. Transports without hyperspace drives. Or ability to go outside atmosphere.
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Post by Erly Ryzer on Aug 5, 2014 2:44:38 GMT -8
Erly had been wondering about the large amounts of consumables being transported out of the city lately, and the returning vessels were always empty after that. Was there some sort of mass migration going on? Juvex was known for import and exports, so if something was being exported, while no import was being made simultaneously, it spoke of something worth looking into. That was, of course if she was still working for CorSec. On the other hand, she was just plain curious herself, so maybe she'd check it out herself. Hopping off the crate, the girl began wandering around again, looking for ships.
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Post by Adrien Draykon on Aug 6, 2014 18:09:26 GMT -8
There was silence between the two after Bateman had called Adrien down for his punctuality. Adrien wasn't quite sure who this guy thought he was talking to but no one talked to a Draykon that way, much less Adrien, and the good Captain had a mind to cut ties then and there as Bateman rose from his seat and headed for the door Adrien rose as well and followed maintaining the gap between them. He wanted this guy off his ship before any reneging would take place. It wasn't until Bateman turned and pulled out a card and set it on the table that the gap was closed that Adrien changed his mind. A discount card for fuel and supplies would come in handy, hell if he got into a tight spot it could be a nice bargaining chip. Adrien looked at the card and then back to Bateman, "Better get that cargo ready." He said in an even tone in an attempt to get things moving, or rather, get Bateman and his pigs out and away from his ship. Once their new employer and his piggies were gone Adrien walked to the middle of the boarding ramp and watched them walk away before he looked down at Fenrir, "Something ain't right with that guy. As of right now you work for me, no more passenger status. When the cargo gets here I want you to supervise them as they load it, sniff it out, let me know if anything seems out of the ordinary." He walked back into the ship and grabbed his coat, threw it on and walked back down the ramp. "Stay here, I've got a pilot to find and passengers to wrangle," he turned and looked at Fenrir, "and no offense but I don't want you scaring off either of them." He turned and walked toward town, not really sure who or what he might find along the way, he just knew he wanted to do it quickly. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2014 1:06:38 GMT -8
Fenrir would give a partial wave in farewell to Bateman and his guards, before waiting for Adrien to address him, the man voicing his thoughts about Bateman, whom Fenrir was not entirely certain about either. There was something different about the man, that was for sure, and not just because he had a pair of S&M pigs as his guards. He then gave a nod as Adrien officially hired him on to the crew and tasked him with checking over the cargo that they would be transporting, giving his new Captain a smile
=Fenrir Asikari=
There isn't much about this place that isn't out of the ordinary... I'll be more worried if it seems normal...
He remained seated at the top of the ramp as Adrian made his way to the bottom and put his intended trip into words, which somewhat thankfully included finding Leeza. He then chuckled at Adrien's comments about Fenrir possibly scaring their pilot and/or passangers. If they ended up being more Gamorreans, it would probably be for the best that Adrien was wrangling them
=Fenrir Asikari=
I think it would take more than my mug to scare our pilot...
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