A Partner, Eh?

[Rash]

LOCATION: Core Worlds | Coruscant​

LOCAL TIME: 1:23 PM​

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Spoiler: Playing...

Music

Ah, Coruscant. Rash landed his ship and looked at the spaceport he had seen at least thousands of times already through the dirty window of his ship's cockpit. As he turned the engines off, memories flooded into Rash's head. He stopped what he was doing and stared at the floor for a second before shaking his head and continuing. He wasn't here to think of his past after all. Quickly taking his blaster from the seat next to him and placing it into the holster on his right leg, Rash got up as soon as he could and made his way outside. The spaceport always looked the same. Ships landing and leaving, people passing by, some of them running...
Rash took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He had always loved the atmosphere spaceports hard. They were so... hectic, but still very calming in a way, mainly because seeing one usually meant Rash made it to his destination alive.

Although he routinely visited Coruscant to relax and wind down a bit Rash was there for the exact opposite reason now. He was supposed to meet a colleague of sorts, a fellow smuggler. Rash didn't know too much about his potential new partner in crime. He wasn't sure what they looked like, who they were or even if they would arrive at all. To be honest, Rash didn't actually even care if the person appeared or not. He was still going to enjoy a few drinks in the pub he was supposed to meet the smuggler in.

So Rash started to make his way to the small pub in the lower levels of the spaceport, wondering if one of the people passing him was actually the smuggler he was searching for. Some people stared at him for a bit longer than usual, but his appearance and length was most likely the cause.

Stepping into the fairly clean and quiet pub, Rash looked around. It looked the same as always as well. He sat down on a seat in front of the counter and made sure his weapons were both inside their holsters before leaning towards it and motioning for the bartender to come and take his order.

"Gimme' some Ardees would ya'?"

With a nod, the bartender left to make Rash his drink. He was still leaning against the counter and looked at the ground, trying to imagine what the man or the woman he was here to see was like. He just hoped they wouldn't be a complete bastard that would be a pain to work with.

[member="Dain Ikaran"]

 

[Ettiene Kharne]

The underbelly of Coruscant and what a beautiful and unholy seen it was. Here crime went about unchecked and the black market flourished. Drugs. Weapons. Murder. It all happened here without even the batting of an eye and so this is where the Morelian had found himself. Sitting at a table gambling his coin away in the wildly addicting pazaak.

Dain drained the remained of his ale before throwing down his next card, granting himself the sought after total of twenty.

"I'm done," he said, knowing the odds were heavily in his favor to finally close out this game and put a few extra credits in his pocket. He smiled across the table at his opponent, a Crocin male, and gathered the coin to himself as the alien threw in his hand in a fit of rage. "I told ya, already," Dain said while letting out a slight chuckle, "Ya shoulda quit why ya was ahead. Now I got ya credits and ya ship."

The Crocin man stood from the table and barged away in a fit. Usually Dain wasn't this lucky in the gambling circles, but today his fortunes had flipped. He'd been cleaning up around the tables today and gathered himself a healthy sum of credits and a new ship though he hadn't the faintest idea what he was going to do with an old HWK-290. It was heavily outdated and there wasn't even a guarantee he could spin a sizable enough profit by selling the rusty pile of junk, but that was something to decide at a later date.

Dain's expression stiffened into a more serious one as the man he'd been waiting for finally entered the pub and moved swiftly to the bar. He matched the description he'd been given, but he lacked a name or a contract. He'd simply been given the guy's description and said he was to work with the man on a job with quite the sizable payout. It was that man that had the contract details and the other important details.

Standing, Dain grabbed his stein and then approached the bad and leaned forward onto it, resting his forearms on the counter top to the man's left side.

"Bartender!" Dain waved a handed as he called bartender to him. "Another." He slid the host his empty stein and glanced briefly to the man [Rash] as the bartender hurried to refill the beverage.

"So you the other they wrapped up in this?" Just then, the bartender returned with a fresh stein of Corellian Ale and Dain tossed a few credits onto the bar top before turning a full 360 degrees to lean back against the bar as he looked out of the crowd in the pub. He took a long swig of the liquid that swooshed around in the mug.

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[member='Rash']

 

[Rash]

Once again, Rash had to look down at the clean counter under his elbows and counted the countless times he had seen it. Once again the music that was playing caught his attention and he had to look up and behind his back at the singing woman on the brightly lit but small stage. And once again he wondered why all the meetings concerning his job happened in a bar.

"I'm not complaining," he thought and turned around as the bartender gently touched Rash's shoulder and gave him the small glass of Ardees. With a small nod, Rash took it and lied against the counter with his elbows again, taking a few sips from the drink before putting it down but still keeping an eye on it just in case...

"Always the same bar and always the same drink... Old habits die hard I guess."

Rash tried to avoid eye contact with everyone around him, but still took quick glances and tried to imagine what the person he was supposed to see looked like. Little did he know that the man that he didn't notice on his left side was actually this mysterious smuggler he was looking for. He paid no attention to him, but when he heard the man's voice, Rash finally managed to look up and to his left. He looked at the man that was apparently the one who spoke to him. He didn't look too young nor too old, and he was clearly quite athletic. Looking at him for a short moment, Rash took a sip of his drink before answering to the man in a fairly deep and raspy voice that had a hint of unsureness in it.

"Depends on who's asking"

[member="Dain Ikaran"]