Altier
The Vindicator hovered in orbit over the planet of Altier. The assault cruiser was almost laying in wait, like a predator searching for it's prey.
Down on the surface, Bastin Arenais, otherwise known as Bates, was sitting in a cantina in the city of Delfor. The planet was used to the riff-raff of the Galaxy, it being the home to plenty of pirates and cultists, so it wasn't as though he stood out. He sat at a table, whiskey in front of him, an entire bottle with a half filled glass. Was he a drunkard? No. Bates was no lightweight. His stern gaze was enough to let everyone know that he had his full wits about him. If anyone wanted to test him, he wasn't against throwing his fists. If they were Force users? Not a problem. His Hussar pistol and/or Punisher Pistol could take care of that.
Through indirect channels, Bates put in a call for additions to his crew. He had some jobs that needed to be done and they required certain skillsets. While he waited for any potential candidates to arrive, he drank and kept his eyes on the holo-screens up on the walls. Altier wasn't far from Commenor Systems Alliance space, and with the recent Sith attack on Yutan, there was plenty of coverage on the holo-news. Bates' eyes narrowed as images of his brother, [member="Veiere Arenais"] and his wife [member="Lady Kay"] appeared, displaying them as heros for stopping the destruction and bringing about peace. "The bigger they are...", he muttered under his breath and took a swig of his whiskey.
Patience was about the only virtue that he had left.
[member="Thalia Kaia"]
[member="Tanaski Yumi"]
[member="Teroch Werda"]
[member="Catherine Jones"]
