A song of steel, and a tiny phrik: Noah Corek [Polis Massa]

[Cassus Akovin]

{Original Thread of Obtaining Sonsteel}
{Original Thread of Obtaining Phrik}

Polis Massa...

Triam Akovin was woken from a weak slumber as her ship chirped angrily at her, alerting her she was but moments from her destination. She was snoozing in her chair with her feet (bare) propped up on the dashboard. She promptly fell over with a tiny yelp. Her head popped back up to look at the map so she could remember where she was.

Perhaps her "weak" slumber was a bit of an exaggeration.

Polis Massa. If memory served correctly, she had two clients here that want her precious goods. 25 kilos of Songsteel, and 25 kilos of Phrik. Of course though, neither client wanted that much, and she was okay with this. One wanted 7 kilos Songsteel (a material that was useless to Triam, considering it was so difficult to smith) and the other wanted 5 kilos of each. That totaled up for her today as 470,000 credits. Hardly a fraction of the wealth she would gain from Popo. Still nice though.

Finished with her business with her first client, she now made her way to her second client.

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Triam Akovin"]
Polis Massa,even now it still held the scars from the Dark Harvest. But Noah was here at a cantina for another reason,to buy 10 kilos of lightsaber resistant from a woman,for a astounding 275,000 credits. But now here he sat,at the bar,waiting for his contact to arrive.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

This client decided to meet on a bar. Good place, that was a place she could trust. She remembered a drunken adventure to a bar on Wallala while on a trip to raid a tiny Neuranium cache on some planet she couldn't hope to pronounce. Her good friend Preliat saved her from her own drunken antics that day. She owed him a lot, her life even.

I should make more time to make it up to him, she thought pondering where her Savoir at Roche had scampered off to now. She met him at the site where she got this ore. The same ore that she searched for Tirdarium on Onderon for, to lose her hand. The same ore she had originally planned to blend into her current armor, that she had asked Popo for Tirdarium as payment for his Four Ton Saga. It didn't matter though, she was set with her armor at the moment, and she wanted the money.

She still had that same attachment feeling to it that she had with the first client. Hopefully nothing like that occurred a second time in the same day. She sat at the table the client had been waiting at.

"I like the location, I needed a drink. Are you the Client?" The question she had asked the lady, she would ask this man, and the next client, and the client after that. There needed to be double confirmation at the location of the exchange for her to be comfortable with its departure.

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Triam Akovin"]
"Yeah,that's me." Noah informed her as he took a swig of Corellian Whiskey he had ordered before she had came. Once he was done,he grabbed a briefcase off of the ground and slid it over the bar to her. "Tell me if that's the correct amount of credits." Noah said as he took another swig.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

@[member="Noah Corek"]

A briefcase? Huh, okay then. She thought as she almost hesitantly opened it up and took a glance inside. She nodded in approval, and then nodded again to order her helmet to retract to reveal her face of blue eyes and short, spiky blonde hair.

"I would have preferred something more discreet, though this will do just fine." She reached back into her pack for the containers, one 5 kilos of songsteel and the other of phrik. She placed them on the bar.

"I suppose the same could be said of may containers, but mine is actually something of definite value." She looked up to a bar tender and asked him for his strongest brew. After getting it, she took a nice sip and a relaxed sigh.

"I hope you don't mind my lingering, I'm a little stressed and need a breather."

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Triam Akovin"]
Noah chuckled at her when she asked to stay. "Nah,it's fine,let me get you a drink then. Bartender,got any Whyren's Reserve?" Noah called out to the bartender,to which the bartender nodded. Noah smiled and indicated for him to get them a bottle and two shot glasses. "Whyren's Reserve is the best Corellian Whiskey ever made,90 percent of the time,you can't get it outside of the Corellian System,but a friend of mine owns the distillery its made out of,so every bar I visit regularly gets a bottle of it every week." Noah informed her with a grin as the bartender got the bottle and glasses.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

@[member="Noah Corek"]

"Wh-what? Whyren's Reserve! You got some cool ass friends bub and I better hope that's on your tab, a bottle of that stuff is more expensive than a light freighter, and rare as all hell!" Her eyes were really widened. Alcohol wasn't her usual sale, but she knew one thing: she wanted to meet this friend of his. There was an opportunity of business there, and she wanted in... even though it probably wasn't as thrilling as blowing up giant drill robots in a zero-g asteroid or getting your hand chopped off, money was money, and beer was awesome. Thus it was doubly awesome money!

She watched from the tables perspective as the bartender poured the stuff into a glass, a gleeful look on her face as the liquid trickled in. Taking the glass almost greedily, she brought it right under her nose and then looked into as she shook it around. She wanted to take a sip... soooo bad. It came close but for some reason didn't.

"I really want to drink this." She said more to herself. "Who is this guy? I want to meet 'em." A broad grin stretched across her face before returning to looking at her drink as if it was some kind of golden nugget.

...

"Oh wait, duh! This couldn't possibly be NN182... still probably just as good though!" She said relieved before taking a quick swig.

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Triam Akovin"]
Noah chuckled at the glee she showed at the prospect of getting one of the best,if not the best,whiskeys in the entire. "Well if you ever in the Corellian System and at the Whyren distillery,find @[member="Chloe Blake"] and tell her Noah told you to tell her to hook you up with a bottle of the good stuff." Noah informed her as he took a swig from his own glass after the drink was poured,savoring the liquid as it went down his throat.