A Worthy Man

[Arlan Zy'rosh]

The Outer Rim​

Aboard Carrion Company Frigate​

Things had began to look up for The Carrion Company in recent months. More highly training men had began to join voluntarily, new equipment had been purchased, ships had been serviced, all seemed to be falling into place. Yet Arlan knew all to well that he still had a long way to bring The Carrion Company if he wanted to his vision of it any justice. So, as it were, Arlan had found himself a good ways from home preparing to meet someone whom had just recently came to his attention. Arlan was one always to keep an eye out for talent, so as he walked down the halls now to meet a man whom he hoped he could convince to join the company Arlan wondered if all he had heard was true. So often were tales of men exaggerated, without seeing things firsthand it was hard to truly believe. That was why Morr Zard was invited aboard the frigate, so Arlan could see for himself.

"Well met Mr.Zard." Arlan said as he entered the mess hall where Morr Zard had been awaiting him. "Glad to finally meet you in person. I hear you wish to join The Carrion Company, if that much is true I'd be glad to have a man of your talents." Moving to the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, Arlan continued talking without looking towards Morr. "We're in a period of rapid expansion, and I find myself in need of men of leadership caliber more each day." Arlan approached the table Morr was seated near and sat down the glasses, popping the top to the whiskey and pouring himself a glass and setting the bottle back down. "Help yourself." Arlan gestured to the bottle. "We have plenty of men fir an operation our size, more than we need, but few of them can handle the direction of subordinates very well. I'm told you can." Arlan pressed the glass to his lips and gulped down the liquor. "Was I told right?"

Arlan took a moment to size his companion up, thinking back on what he had been told. For the most part Morr seemed to be a capable enough soul, carrying himself with a serious tone in his gait, but there was still much to talk about. It would be a while still before Arlan could actually trust the man before him but as things were he needed him. Aside from the Keshiri Leon, Feeran, and himself, few men in the company were competent leaders. Perhaps Morr would be just the addition they needed to usher in a new area for The Carrion Company as Arlan knew it.

[member="Morr Zard"]

 

[Morr Zard]

Morr had heard much of the carrion company. All things that peeked his interest. He ignored the whiskey. Not that he was rude he just preferred being sober. It fogged judgement. Sadly Morr lost the ability to speak a long time ago. But he'd be dead now if he hadn't found a way around it. With a mix of universal gestures and military code the jest of what he said was "I am not sure what you heard but I truly hope I meet their expectations. As for leadership I don't take nonsense. After all I'd rather have a hundred good men than a thousand gun toting fools." Through his helmet Morr eyed his possible employer. Satisfied with what he saw he continued on "I have heard many good things of your company though and would be honored to work with you. Speaking of which what work can be expected under the Carrion Company?" After all loyalty wasn't cheap. Of course if this man could earn his loyalty it'd be worth much more than any mere amount of credits. Until that day he'd be satisfied with the cash.
[member="Arlan Zy'rosh"]

 

[Arlan Zy'rosh]

The Outer Rim​

Aboard Carrion Company Frigate​

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Arlan noticed that Morr didn't partake in the offer of liquor, which was good. Arlan personally never drank something unless he poured it himself due to a nasty experience with a Zeltron a few years back. Every man had a code to follow, a set driving instinct that determined his actions for him to some degree, and Arlan was just beginning to see Morr's. Though they had only talked little as of yet it seemed as if the two of them could at least agree on one thing, Morr would do well in service of The Carrion Company. That much made Arlan smile, for it was nice to take in the fact people noticed the work he had put into growing his little troupe. Still, all things were not yet decided. Morr may well have come aboard one of the company's ships, he may have expressed interest in joining, but he had yet to actually sign a contract and serve. Until he had done those things Arlan couldn't count him into the ranks just yet.

"I'm glad someone is saying good things about us out there." Arlan smirked as he began pouring another glass of liquor. "A year ago no one would have even knew we existed." He brought the glass to his lips and took a drink. "We've come a long way since then, but there's still growing to do. As for jobs though." Arlan sat the glass on the table and leaned back in his chair. "Well, we handle mostly everything. Escort, protection, military support, anything we can feasibly do without exhausting all our resources. About the only jobs we don't take are smuggling, piracy, or slaving. Those are our three taboos." Arlan nodded for a moment then looked to Morr. "You do that on your own time, fine, but under no circumstances is a member allowed to do so under the company's name."

Arlan felt that he had correctly conveyed all he could about their operations. It was still a good ways away from the signing of any contract, but then again it was better to get a feel for Morr's personality before hand. Arlan knew nearly all the members of the company, and for good reason. When a man knew his boss personally he fought harder for him, worked harder, so Arlan sat aside time to talk with as many members as he could. That was not to say he personally recruited all his men like he was doing with Moor, no. He only engaged in these sort of little shenanigans when he thought a potential recruit held too much promise to send someone else.

[member="Morr Zard"]

 

[Morr Zard]

Morr was glad. A mercenary company with honor. He disliked slavery to the point of loathing it. To see this group take a step above the rest was good. Continuing with the gestures he said "You need not worry I detest slavery at best and my ship wasn't built for smuggling." Not wanting to waste any time Morr leaned back and signaled "Were do I sign?" Under his helmet he grinned. This was going to be interesting. Morr usually worked solo but he wasn't so blind that he couldn't see the obvious advantages of having a group. Though the pay may be split ways Morr's certain it would be worth it. After all it'd be a great change of scenery.
(Sorry for the short post had to do something)
[member="Arlan Zy'rosh"]

 

[Arlan Zy'rosh]

The Outer Rim​

Aboard Carrion Company Frigate​

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Arlan was glad to see Morr was eager to join, something not expected. Most of the time new recruits took a bit of cajoling before they were ready to dive in, for Morr Arlan hadn't had to do anything but simply tell the truth. That alone was a rare precedent for him, and something all to refreshing. Arlan took a moment, nodding to himself and smiling, before pulling out a data-pad and sliding it across the table towards Morr. How many times he had done this same old song and dance Arlan couldn't quite recall, but he remembered why he missed it. Meeting people like this often brought surprises, and Arlan found it funny that after all this time he could still be surprised by the bravado of a potential member. Arlan would take another drink from his glass and clear his throat before looking down to the data-pad and motioning towards Morr.

"Just sign in the highlighted areas. That will say you're an official member of The Carrion Company, and reflect that in your records." Arlan nodded. "It's mostly just so we have you on file, but some contractors require every man be validated and whatnot so we bare with it." Arlan sat down his glass and looked to Morr, awaiting his signature. Of course he could still back out, but at this point Arlan did not exactly think the chances of that were very high. Morr was as good as employed by him now, all that remained was putting him to work.

[member="Morr Zard"]

 

[Morr Zard]

While Morr doesn't care for formalities if it was necessary he wouldn't mind signing it. After all it's not like the contractors will chop off his head for not saying please and thank you. With a quick fluid motion it was signed. Of course he can't really have any tone when he communicates but if he could it would have been serious "Just so you are aware I have angered a lot of people in my career and having my name on paper may not be the wisest course of action. However on a business level I can see where it'd be needed. Now if you wouldn't mind me asking when can I get to work. I'm pretty sure my qualifications for joining would be plainly seen then." At that he nudged the data-pad back to his new employer. This was going to be a profitable venture he was sure.
[member="Arlan Zy'rosh"]

 

[Arlan Zy'rosh]

The Outer Rim​

Aboard Carrion Company Frigate​

​

Arlan took back the data-pad from Morr and gave it a quick glance. Everything seemed to be in order, of course if something was amiss Morr would be the type able to conceal it. However; at any rate, Arlan was pleased with the information and sent it ahead to headquarters with a few taps on the screen. A nod would soon follow, Arlan standing and making his way over to a view-port. How to proceed next would be crucial, but Arlan did not think Morr the type to want to idly head back to base after so little action. No, they were already close to a problem Arlan had been tasked with dealing with so why not put the new meat through it's paces? After all, if Morr couldn't hack it he wasn't Carrion Company material. There was little doubt in Arlan's mind that Morr was a good fit in the company though, and he more wanted to see his capabilities than anything else. Arlan would then turn towards Morr and sigh, taking a few steps forward and beginning to speak.

"Once you're in the company whoever you've anger won't matter. If they want you they go through us all. Well, as long as you don't break any of our rules that is." Arlan smirked and looked towards Morr. "Anyway, you seem eager to get into the field so I think you should do just that. We are close to a planet I was tasked with riding of slavers. I think you are the man for the job. Feel like assisting me and a few others clear it of ne'er-do-wells?" Arlan asked, already knowing the answer.

[member="Morr Zard"]

 

[Morr Zard]

As he said the word slaver Morr visibly reached for his weapon. As memories flashed through his mind he tensed. Pulling out his blaster would be confirmation enough of his wishes. While his blaster may not be the flashiest he trusted it more than any other gun in the market. With the other hand he signaled "Gladly. This is going to be fun." Slavers to Morr symbolize everything depraved about the galaxy. Their greedy, selfish, cowardly, and most of all dishonorable. Any self-respecting Mandolorian would never associate themselves with the likes of them. Morr was no exception. He tensed up like a spring preparing himself for the mission ahead.
[member="Arlan Zy'rosh"]

 

[Arlan Zy'rosh]

The Outer Rim​

Aboard Carrion Company Frigate​

​

Arlan felt the intensity in his new companion at the mention of slavers, saw his hand palm his blaster, and smiled for it. Arlan hated slavers, not necessarily because they sold people into captivity, but because they truly were at the bottom rung of the Galactic hierarchy. No slaver Arlan had ever met had been pleasurable to be around, and though he was generalizing at this point in his life, Arlan truly believed the only good slaver was a dead one. In the finality of it, at least from how things seemed, Morr was of a similar mindset. Arlan nodded towards Morr and smirked, withdrawing his data-pad yet again and typing away on it. Better to officially claim this job now and mark Morr down at the taker of it, get him his fair pay and all. This sort of things, petty extermination, didn't pay much but was highly requested nowadays. if Morr didn't mind wiping a few slavers or pirates out of existence ever great now and then, he would fit in just fine with the troupe. Arlan tucked his data-pad back into his jacket and raised the com-link on his wrist.

"This is Commander Zy'rosh." Arlan spoke into the device. "Set course for the bearings listed in the contract I just accepted. Should be a short jump away." Arlan finished then lowered his wrist and walked over to Morr. "Ready yourself. Slavers aren't much of a threat most of the time, but we cant be too careful. Besides there could be quite a few of them and I only brought six combat ready men with me." Arlan chuckled. "I'll get to see first hand how well you pull your own weight."

[member="Morr Zard"]

 

[Morr Zard]

Six combat ready men? That's more than enough by Morr's count. After all he had ever only had one man to rely on. "I am sure the slavers will agree that I pull quite enough weight. If I may can I see the men who'll be watching my back on this?" To Morr it seemed a reasonable request. After all if he was gonna rely on these people he'd at least like to size them up. He'll be working with them now and he'd rather not be accidentally shot in the back by an idiot with a fancy blaster. Of course he was sure they were fine men. He'd have it no other way.
[member="Arlan Zy'rosh"]

 

[Arlan Zy'rosh]

The Outer Rim​

Aboard Carrion Company Frigate​

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Arlan and Morr walked down the corridors of the frigate towards the on-board dock. For such a large ship the place was unusually empty, their footfalls echoing with every step. While strange, there was a reason for the sheer lack of manpower aboard the ship. This entire excursion had been to secure the employment of Morr Zard, and while that sounded a bit petty Arlan had his reasons. One man, despite skill or infamy, did not warrant the presence of a full deployment of operators so Arlan opted for a skeleton crew instead. He had been fairly confident that if Morr had gone rogue and attack them there were enough men on-board to stop him, but attacking a group of slavers was something else entirely. Slavers, by nature were erratic and overly hostile. Most were so strung out on one form of banned narcotics or another it was hard to view them as sentient. For the group they were going after eight men seemed like it would be plenty to get the job done, but Arlan had learned long ago to expect the unexpected from their lot. A shake of his head would follow his entry into the docking area, where his men already waited in full dress.

"At ease everyone. This is Morr Zard, the reason we're here." Arlan thumbed towards Morr. "I want to see what he can do so we're hitting the slaver nest we were requested to take out." Arlan walked inward, withdrawing his slugthrower pistol and spinning the cylinder. "You all know how we do this. Hard, fast, and no survivors. Remember, slavers aren't people and unlike us they do take prisoners." Arlan re-holstered his slugthrower and took a few steps toward the drop-ship prepping for launch. "If the worst should happen, we get outnumbered or just out fought, remember we don't let our own get taken. If one of us get dragged away the closest person puts a shell through them." Arlan wore a cold expression as he spoke. "The worst death is still better than life as a slave, understood?" Arlan did not look back, nor wait for a reply, he simply climbed within the drop-ship quickly followed by the six Carrion Company members with him.

[member="Morr Zard"]

 

[Morr Zard]

As he entered the drop-ship Morr un-holstered his blaster. He was also quite pleased with the word's of his employer. He'd be glad to save a comrade from a life of hell. Morr expects nothing less from them aswell. Quickly he looked over his armor and weaponry before the fun began. After all going into battle un prepared is one of the worst mistakes you can make in this career. This world doesn't like mistakes. Glancing at his fellow carrion members he was satisfied. They appeared to be fine men. However he'd be sure of it once this ship lands. The true caliber of a man is tested by experience not looks.
[member="Arlan Zy'rosh"]

 

[Arlan Zy'rosh]

The Outer Rim​

Descending In Drop-ship​

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It hadn't taken long for the ship to near their destination, after which the drop-ship promptly exited the frigate and began it's descent to the slaver stronghold. All was quite within the small confides of the vessel as it's engines softly hummed in the background, for all minds were focused on the task at hand. There was no room for boasting or bravado, no room were idle talk, only for the mental preparation they would need before entering the den of monsters. Arlan turned towards Morr, wondering how the new operative would fare in this particular bout against the Galaxy's most heinous souls. He wondered just how many times Morr had faced men like the ones they were heading to meet. For now at least he seemed unfazed, and Arlan took that as a good sign and nodded to himself. Arlan then looked down towards his wrist checking the time, and just then his com-link rang out within the crowed area where he sat.

"Commander, entering slaver air-space in a few moments. We'll be sitting down just outside their camp, no activity has been sighted but reports say at least three full crews are calling this place home." The pilot spoke, the com-link crackling dead after his finished.

"Roger that. Proceed at your discretion, standby after drop for air-support." Arlan replied then looked towards those around him and nodded. "You heard him boys, get ready to put boots on the ground."

[member="Morr Zard"]