Blood, Spice, and Credits

[Gypsii]

Location: Kessel, Osiris Headquarters
Objective: Hire new enforcers

Gypsii laid his cards out and exclaimed, "Sabaac!!". The table erupted into a cacophony of groans as he won again. The whole room was lively with loud music playing, drinks flowing, and the occasional treat of some high quality spice being passed around. A blue Rodian slammed the table, "You cheated Gypsii this is ridicul-" Before he finished the sentence a knife protruded from his hand into the table. Gypsii said, " Look what you made me do. Do you understand how expensive this table was. I could sell ten of you and not be able to afford this table. Get him out of my sight" Gypsii flourished his hand and the Rodian groaned in pain as two large aliens carried him out of the room. The party continued without skipping a beat. Just then a well dressed man approached the table, "Sir, your guests have arrived." Gypsii clapped, "Wonderful send them in my office one at a time. Let the rest mingle until we're ready."

OOC: (Go in whatever order first come first serve.)

[member="Ursula Vizla"] [member="Epoch"] [member="Akabane"] [member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Ursula Vizla]

Her steps led her to a very unpleasant bar in the middle of nowhere in the galaxy, and right upon entering that smelly place, she could see a lot of eyes starring at her in the full bes'kar metal plate ancient armor, painted in dark pitch black, with orange lights coming from the T visor helmet that she wore, walking tall, with her chin up and with a "don't farkled with me" attitude holding the Disruptor rifle with one single hand, the other laying calmly over the pistol grip, her long and thick cape leisurely swung from left to the right side of her body. Behind the mask, her thick eye browns joined together in a frown, a hard frown that would make anyone stop laughing in any minute. As she walked to the bartender, she slammed her hand wrapped in the gauntlet against the table of the bar, gaining the filthy aliens attention all to herself.
"I'm looking for the big guy", she said in the common tongue, "Where is he?", after saying that, the drunk barman pointed up, meaning that he was in the floors above. With a growl, she made her way to the apartment where without any concern for the client, she barged in the doors, lead there by a humble servant. "Nice skrogging place", stepping inside the room, she closed the doors behind her.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka was well known for one thing in particular: being a total and utter schutta around peopel

And she kept that going well, garbed in her full armor she was a towering woman. Though impossible to tell behind heavy plates and a near faceless helmet. Her weapon of choice, her strange and exotic glaive or "klaive" as she liked to call it was strapped to her back a gruff request for none of the folk at this "lovely" establishment to get any ideas. Of course, she had the force to crush their windpipes or something equally brutal as well.

She entered the office without a word, don't speak unless spoken to. That's what they had taught the former Princess of Thustra when she had been a "child" over a century ago. Funny to see how far royalty can fall when in with the right folk and some encouragement from the Dark Side

She stood idly, arms crossed over her chest and her emotionless helmet looking down at the Crime Lord. He'd make the first move for her here, of course. See the rest of the scum too.

 

[Lirka Ka]

accidental second comment

 

[Gypsii]

Gypsii's door crashed open. A woman in thick bes'kar armor stormed in, her gait aggressive. She uttered an almost compliment at him. Gypsii walked over to her slowly. "Oh I like this one." he said to himself smiling. "It's a pleasure, gotta say love the cape by the way. Adds to the whole look perfectly." He said laughing as he shook her hand. Gypsii's movements and gestures were exaggerated as if he were in a play. "Lets get down to brass tacks. My head enforcers were killed in an unfortunate "accident". Tends to work out like that when you're a double crossing kark-eater, but such is life. I have many enemies. I need someone that can crush them. Organized raids and targeted assaults, Scorched earth tactics. Does that sound like it's in your wheelhouse? You will of course be compensated more than fairly."

[member="Ursula Vizla"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Kessel was another one of those planets that Akabane had not visited in all of his time living. There was really no reason to, not until now. Ya see, he didn't know anyone and he was informed of what kind of activities went on there. Slavery and drugs, both unappealing to him. Going there just to get pissed off was silly. So, here he was with a reason to come to the place. The reason? An offer. Or perhaps an invitation? Either could be correct but someone knew he was interested.

The location Akabane was told to go to caught him by surprise. A fascinating room full various people of different origins. It reminded him of the many parties he attended. He walked in on a man driving a knife into an expensive table, then the man sent his opponent out of the place. Akabane assumed they were gambling and the man with the knife owned the building. The other one got violent most likely leading to the personnel's rough handling of him.

He walked towards the bar with no intention of consuming any alcohol. There were a few men sitting down fighting to hold their heads up. He had a strong feeling that they were very drunk. Akabane sat down beside one of them and sparked a conversation. "Good day fine sir." The man slowly turned to view the young man. "Whadya want?" No sign of friendliness in his voice. "I won't waste your time so I'll tell you I'm here on business. I'm certain every man in here knows the guy who runs this place. Wheres his office?" Akabane asked politely. "Don't know em, but I bet he does. Go check with him" The drunk man pointed towards an alien standing guard at one of the elevators. He nodded before jumping up and heading over to it.

The alien must've expected someone with his physical description because it guided him without saying a word. He followed obediently fixing his tie along the way to the office. Someone was already inside apparently, no two. Akabane entered slowly and quietly as he caught the last bit of the conversation. Once he closed the doors just as they had been prior to his arrival, he stepped forward. He wasn't wearing any armor, only a suit. "Say no more, I'm in. Let's do this."

[member="Gypsii"] | [member="Ursula Vizla"] | [member="Epoch"] | [member="Lirka Ka"]​

 

[Lirka Ka]

“How much money are we talking?”

Blunt. That was a good adjective too, she wasn’t just going to dive into some job under the pretense of “good pay”. Though when helmed it was somewhat funny when Lirka spoke. Despite the heavy voice modifier built into it’s blank mouth and cruel glowing eyes it couldn’t remove the thick accent she got from being born amongst Thustra’s highest class.

“Had more than enough people say “good money”, and I’m not rolling in credits.”

 

[Ursula Vizla]

"If you got a job and money, i will do it."

Thanks all she had to say about the matter. Otherwise she couldn't care less, because principals, values, desires, passions, were nothing to her. All she cared about was money, and money she would have from those greedy crime lords and spice pimps, would it be working with them, or assassinating for them. Even so, she want it to make an honest living in the universe, and along side fellow mercenary and bounty hunters. She waited.

 

[Gypsii]

"I am glad to hear the two of you are so eager. As for your concerns [member="Lirka Ka"] this business is a high risk high reward game. You can expect to make a little shy of 800,000 credits this year alone, and that goes for anyone being hired on as one of my lieutenants. I run a very lucrative business. You will live like a queen if you see fit. [member="Akabane"] you will get paid a 25% commission on every creature you sell. I have a partner lined up for you already. He can handle the animals, you handle the business. I have plans to expand soon and I need my enemies gone for that so how does everyone feel about these numbers?" Gypsii smirked with his arms outstretched waiting for an answer.

 

[Epoch]

Kessel. It wasn’t his favorite planet in the galaxy, matter of fact it was his least, and the galaxy was a big place. The Spice Mines were the reason for his dislike and the cartels that fought for control made the whole place a lot worse. How they could profit off of bad habits and addiction was beyond him.

Epoch shook his head; he was sat at the bar and regretting his decision to be there. If it were up to him he wouldn’t have been, but it wasn’t. He landed on Kessel to settle a debt, or to come to an agreement to settle a debt for one of his many cousins, a smuggler by the name of Chado Bomu. A smuggler who had to drop some very valuable cargo when he ran into some trouble. Epoch didn’t want to know how, where, or why; only who. Who was it that he owed money to? Gypsii.

So there Epoch was, waiting his turn to sell his soul to a devil, to save his cousin’s life. “Juma Juice.” The Rodian ordered as he waited for his audience with the seemingly enigmatic, eccentric, and violent Gypsii. He guzzled down the drink and didn't order another. Instead he watched the room now clear of the bloodied rodian from the sabacc table. As Epoch watched he saw Gypsii leave the table and head to his office, he also noticed a couple other mercs or hunters not far behind. It seemed the others weren’t as keen on waiting as Epoch was. He stayed put though. He knew how these criminal types could be. So he'd wait for Gypsii to approach him, or at least one of the goons in his employ.

[member="Gypsii"] || [member="Ursula Vizla"] || [member="Lirka Ka"] || [member="Akabane"]​

 

[Lirka Ka]

Queen. That made her chuckle. Though it was barely audible.

“Convincing enough. I’ll do it.”

The Sephi was in a similar boat to the Mandalorian, she just wanted cash. She was old, very old in comparison to those around her and that allowed her to become very cynical at times, but more than anything it made her a cold and efficient killer.

 

[Gypsii]

After the rest of the group left Gypsii cut up a line of spice and put his face to the table. He wiped the leftover spice from his nose and recliner back in his chair, contemplating. The meeting went well, but he was concerned. The new hires’ morals were flexible, but if you bend anyone far enough they break. He wasn’t sure how well his men would respond to the armored warriors. They weren’t exactly cut from the same cloth as his enforcers. The next man he would be meeting was a Rodian, coming to plea for his cousins life. Kark it if he wasn’t in a good mood today he might just listen.

[member="Epoch"]

 

[Epoch]

“Hey. Looks like you're up.” The bartender said to Epoch as he motioned toward the door. The rodian made his way across the bar carefully and intently before stepping into the office. The door shut behind him with a whoosh. There Gypsii was, he seemed as confident and imposing as any scum bag crime lord could be. Epoch made sure to wipe the disdain off his face as he came in.

“Gypsii,” He nodded. “I’m Gedo Bomu, cousin to Chado Bomu.” He introduced. “But you already know that. What you may not know is that I also go by Epoch, Bounty Hunter.” Epoch hoped his name would hold enough sway in the system for Gypsii to acknowledge. The bigger the name you made for yourself the more people let you run free. “I’m gonna’ be upfront with you. I know my cousin owes you a shipment’s load of credits. I came to remedy that. I’m here to pay off his debt, and while I don’t have the money now, I was thinking I can work it off. I can hunt someone for you? I can be an enforcer, armed escort, whatever it takes to get that kid flyin’ again. He’s a good pilot, maybe great, but he isn’t like any of the scoundrels you got workin’ for yourself. I’ll work for you in exchange for his life and his freedom. What do you say?”

Epoch extended his hand, to seal the deal like gentlemen. The only question left, would Gypsii take it?

[member="Gypsii"] || [member="Lirka Ka"] || [member="Ursula Vizla"] || [member="Akabane"]​

 

[Gypsii]

Gypsii has heard of Epoch. He respected his abilities, but his resolve was another matter. He had no use for a bounty hunter afraid to kill. If he could only find a way to bring out the “best” in Epoch. He would turn this man into a killer yet. He spoke with a strange accent that couldn’t be placed, most likely the result of many different dialects blended, “I know of you my friend. You may help yourself to this glitterstim.”, he said in a tone that made it clear it was no request, “After all pleasure before business. I can see you care for the boy. Although I’m not so sure you understand the severity of the situation. He didn’t just lose any shipment. He was transporting a very rare species of energy spider. I use their silk to make the finest glitterstim this side of Coruscant. They were priceless. The average spice spider is worth many many credits. The red variation is worth a small fortune. Working off this debt will not be easy. You should know what you’re getting into. I don’t pay out to keep my adversaries breathing. I pay for bodies.” His eyebrows raised at this last sentence expectantly.

[member="Epoch"]

 

[Epoch]

Epoch set his hand down and pulled up the chair opposite of Gypsii. The chair was comfortable, and no doubt costly. Epoch wasn’t used to such luxuries. But what he was used to were people forcing his hand. He knew the invitation wasn’t just an invitation, it never was with Gypsii’s make, so he pinched the spice and rubbed it between his gums and teeth. Enough so to get him off his back at least. And then Epoch listened, better than usual because of the spice.

What Gypsii said was true; Epoch didn’t understand the severity of the situation neither did he have any way to verify it’s validity aside from the words of his cousin, so he’d have to take Gypsii’s word for the moment. The word that stuck out the most being “Priceless.” Priceless was something that Epoch provided.

“It’s funny that you say priceless, Gypsii.” Epoch smirked. “A lot of people say my service is priceless. I take all the risk you get all the reward. I capture who you need, and you do with them what you see fit. They’re not dead in some far off corner of the galaxy, you’ll have them right in the palm of your hands. Torture ‘em, interrogate ‘em, take ‘em out for an expensive dinner. I don’t care. But you should know more than anybody that a vulnerable enemy is a talkative one. And on the other side of all that when you come out on top, what’ll be more priceless? The spider that made you the spice, or the secrets that gave you the trade? Consider that before you tell me to pull the trigger.”

[member="Gypsii"]​

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

Akabane stood there for a moment without saying anything, and even after he could barely speak properly. "That's uh... I look forward to working for you boss." He turned around and walked out with the other two armored women. Pay was in the hundred thousands, that many credits in one year was a hell of a salary and he would also have the benefit of earning extra cash along the way. A quarter of the commission from selling beasts... he would be crazy not to accept such an offer.

He went back to the bar to grab a drink. Now was the time to celebrate anyways since he'd be 'living like a King'. Akabane was hoping one of those women would come over to him and drink as well. "I'm on a budget, gimme some of that famous Quanya." The bartender said nothing and poured the drink quickly. He'd heard of this drink in conversation when passing by people on the planet. Something like "Can't wait to drink that Quanya". So he was interested and here he was taking a huge gulp of it. He was satisfied with the drink. Befitting for today's accomplishment.

[member="Gypsii"] | [member="Ursula Vizla"] | [member="Epoch"] | [member="Lirka Ka"]​

 

[Gypsii]

"You speak well my friend. A gift not many are bestowed. I shall only send you on retrieval missions, so long as you agree to be my head of security. I need someone to ensure that no harm will come to me. No matter where I am or what I'm doing. I need you by my side whenever danger arises. Are these acceptable terms?" Gypsii stuck his hand out to shake. He had much need for a body guard. Someone had just tried bombing his cantina, just last week. Epoch could scout meeting areas, make sure guests were unarmed from now on, and if there was a specially delicate situation he could handle it.

[member="Epoch"]