A New Day, Same Wicked Grace

[Rusty]

"My sense of adventure ends when I have to shoot lowlifes trying to take advantage of you," he said.

Looking around though, he did see a few that might be respectable. Despite their resemblance to a terrified rodent trapped by a hungry reptile, he had a feeling that there might be some promise with those two. There were a few others in the bar that might be worth the air it would take to carry them to the target, but most of them probably weren't worth the energy he'd have to expend to shoot them if they turned on the Captain.

"Plenty of folks desperate for a paycheck, Captain. Doesn't mean they wouldn't slit your throat if they had half a chance."

 

[Malia Afredane]

"That's why I have you!" She was becoming increasingly cheerful as she poked him for emphasis. She sighed and cleared her mind, looking around and then back on the previous pair.

"She could be passable, he looks like he has an agenda. He's probably scoping for crew as well. You know, if he's got a ship, we could just split the attack. Negotiate the run with two intercepts and split the cargo. We don't have to mention the retainer. The other crew could keep the boat. Unless there's something we can strip off for Gracie."

She gave him a look that asked if he would agree to taking a smaller cut on this one. It was still a bigger job than they were normally contracted for and so it would be larger profits but the rate at which Gracie needed repairs was asinine at times.

 

[Rusty]

"I'd feel better knowing they can't kill us as easily. Gracie might not be the most mechanically sound ship in the sky, but she can take a beating better than you can take a blaster bolt."

As far as Rusty was concerned, pay was a secondary issue. He had other priorities that kept him working.

The bodyguard looked over the job specs again. The intel was unusually precise, meaning either that this was an inside job, or they were being set up. The first seemed more likely; the Captain had paid off all her gambling debts after a particularly big haul about three months ago, and she wasn't incurring any more. Rusty didn't incur many enemies these days either. It's hard for a dead man to hold a grudge, and he was particularly thorough when it came to folks trying to hurt the Captain.

"Either way, I'm going to need Gertrude for this one."

 

[Malia Afredane]

"Gertrude only eats ammo. That's perfectly fine with me."

Mal got the barkeep's attention with a large chit. She slid it to him, whispered a drink order and leaned back on her stool. The Devaronian barkeep, Zaur, poured two fresh ones of whatever [member="Craig Locke"] and [member="Jade"] were drinking and set them in front of them. If they were interested in discussing work, they could join Mal and Rusty. If not, it was free drinks and see you around.

Not the worst way to meet potential crewmembers.

 

[Asantas]

Jade took a look at her drink then over to the two but waited on although the urge was there to head over but it was rude to run off in mid conversation [member="Craig Locke"]

 

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[Craig Locke]

The Grey Man nodded his head. "I want you to help me out. A slicer would be very valuable to me. But...I don't think you can do it. You lack the drive. Sorry to have wasted your time." He turned away and got another glass of water, no longer looking at the woman.
[member="Jade"]

 

[Asantas]

She got up and said to him in a very insistent tone despite her age

What do you mean i lack the drive i can fix up pretty much anything and i can slice just as well even though i cant fight worth a damn i can still be useful in other ways you know.

[member="Craig Locke"]

 

[Craig Locke]

He looked at her and pulled down his hood briefly, offering a thin smile on his scarred and tattooed face. "I doubt you have the stomach for my work. Name is the Grey Man. You may have heard of me." He flipped his hood back on an awaited her response...
[member="Jade"]

 

[Eddie]

All of the sudden, the whoosh of a X-Wing is heard then disrupted as the machine smacks into the ground nearby, the pilot jumped out of the cockpit through the hole he made years back after it slammed into the ground. "Huh... aside from a good few dents, the ship is pretty durable for the number of times I crashlanded... I have got to stop trying to fly drunk..."

 

[Malia Afredane]

[member="Eddie"]

Mal glanced overhead at the sound of a low flying craft buzzing the cityscape on route to the spaceport. She couldn't see through the roof of course, but it didn't stop her kneejerk reaction of trying to see where the sound was coming from.

 

[Rusty]

"T-65," Rusty said, almost as if he was reading the Captain's mind. "Or some variant of it. Sounds like it's in rough shape, too."

That was an understatement. If he didn't know better, he'd say it was probably about to blow up. Still, it was rare to see something that old in this day and age. Usually the owner would only take it out just often enough to maintain flight certification.

 

[Eddie]

The man that was piloting the X-Wing walked up to the building the gathering was happening at, pretty much completely unharmed by the crash, which is strange, as usually he'd have at least a concussion. Perhaps the crash wasn't as bad as his previous instances? Nahh... just luck.

@Rusty @Malia Afredane

 

[Malia Afredane]

[member="Eddie"] [member="Rusty"]

The crash shook the building a little, and Mal lifted herself up off the stool to look around. The problems of the world outside the bar were outside the bar and no one else in it seemed to care that there was something going down outside. Well, if they didn't care, she didn't care. But...

"Shebs, you don't think that crash was at the spaceport, do ya?"

She pulled out her datapad and opened up a link to Gracie's systems, only relaxing when she could see that everything was intact and safe.

 

[Eddie]

[member="Malia Afredane"]

The man opened up the door to the bar and walked in, his right shoulder had a single dying ember on it when he opened the door. "Before anyone asks, that crash was me dropping in and it was not really at the spaceport, if it was, you'd know I bet. Either way, my name is Eddie and I think I need a newer ship, as I got the ship I was in 6 years back I think, and even then, it's pretty old."

 

[Asantas]

[member="Craig Locke"] She put her hands at her hips before repliying with confidence in her voice
I was born on tattooine my good sir even though i havent heard of you i fly normaly witha mercenary who loves trouble. So try me.

 

[Craig Locke]

"How would you feel about fighting the Republic and Sith with me?" Locke whispered this to Jade, not attracting any attention, although he has noticed a couple of grifters or something scoping him. He was surprised she hadn't heard of him or seen him on various 'Wanted' posters or ads or whatever. He had a bounty on his head from various organizations that was sky-high, to the point where someone could buy their own planet. Locke stared at Jade, awaiting her answer...
[member="Jade"]

 

[Malia Afredane]

[member="Eddie"] [member="Jade"] [member="Rusty"] [member="Craig Locke"]

Mal sat open mouthed at the announcement, trying to wrap her head around the strange behavior of the folks in these parts, but shrugged and flagged Zaur down for another drink. She slid another chit at him and motioned that she and Rusty would be taking a seat in a booth along the back wall and they were going to be expecting company. Zaur took off to get her another whiskey, and while her pad was still out, she messaged the syndicate to send over potential crew members to the bar. If she had to pay for crew, so be it.

They moved to the booth, but Mal sat with her back to the wall so she could watch the room still. She had a better eye on the pair at the bar and the boisterous new arrival.

 

[Asantas]

She was hesitant on such a fact given the implication it just now clicked into her head who she was talking too. How ever there was no doubt alot of credits to be involved in this and hell she might even get better gear along the line.

uhm...Both factions...........oh boy........* muttered under her breath Dusaro's going to kill me for this probably ..* ...Sure why not ....i think....


He could tell that by mentioning fighting both factions caused her nervs to skyrocket but she kept her composure barely...

[member="Craig Locke"] [member="Malia Afredane"] @Eddie@Rusty

 

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