Private Cards of Chance

[The Nomad]

V A G R A N T​

Tag: Oleander Webb | C1-1347

Mechis III. A world that had been torn apart by a beautiful combination droid rebellion, conflicting corporate interests, weak political leadership. Mixed together, the ingredients created a slum-ridden industrial world polluted by smog and the self-interest of the elite. In other words, it was the perfect place for those with less-than-legitimate operations. And the Nomad was one such individual who specialized in less-than-legitimate operations.

He'd found himself in a corner of a seedy cantina in some crime-ridden district of the industrial world, not something unusual for Mechis III. He'd just finished what had been a promising business venture gone wrong, and those types of meetings always left a bad taste in a mouth. It was a better deal than what his would-have-been partners got, who were now lying dead in one of Mechis's many abandoned warehouses. Still, he would've preferred that it had gone his way. . . oh well. He shrugged to himself as he downed the house Ambrostine, one that was of a questionable quality, but still better than the other options that the cantina served. The Nomad was not one to be careless with his credits.

Checking his chronometer, he frowned. The ship he had planned on taking back to Ando was not yet due to leave for quite a while; he'd planned on his little "meeting" taking much longer than it had ended up being. There weren't any other starships at Mechis scheduled to take port at the water world, so for the moment the Nomad was temporarily stranded. Nothing more than an inconvenience, but still, he hated wasting time all most as much as he hated wasting credits, and now he was forced to kill time as he waited. He rapped the wooden table for a refill as he glanced upwards, taking a survey of the bar. Maybe he could find a plaything or two to occupy the unexpected free time he had been given.

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[C1-1347]

//: F U N //:
//: Oleander Webb //: The Nomad //:

The galaxy was a lot different than she had expected. Everyone and everything seemed to be rushing somewhere or had their heads in the clouds. Their minds were busier than the environment around her. Khora peered into their minds, seeing their thoughts and their desires. Pausing, she watched as crowds seemed to converge on a similar location.

From where she stood, she could hear the banter and the laughter that echoed from the establishment. Raising an eyebrow, she wondered why this palace was different than the world around her. Carefully, she stepped forward, wandering slightly ahead of the man that had found her.

Remembering him, Khora stopped and looked, wondering where he had wandered to. More laughter echoed from the building, and she forgot why she was waiting. Light footsteps carried her into the cantina; the minds of those inside were happy. There was a joy that seeped from their minds, and Khora couldn’t help but smile.

“Curious.”​

 

[Oleander Webb]

TAG: C1-1347 | The Nomad

It seemed Oleander was developing a habit of tending to wayward souls, in more ways than originally intended. First Lace Verd 's near-drowning, and now another newcomer. This level of guardianship had not been included in his set of responsibilities, after all his skills were more in the realm of ending lives rather than saving them. It was for that reason he had opted to bring C1-1347 back to base, let someone else make the official calls on how to handle the newcomer.

It was getting back to the base that was proving to be a problem. Oleander zoned out for maybe 30 seconds, lost in thought as he watched someone pass them by, and by the time his attention returned, Khora had vanished. Great. He'd meant to do that, surely. Grumbling a curse to himself, his walking pace increased as he reached out with the force, trying to get an idea of where she'd wandered off to.

He didn't have to go too far, it would seem, the mental trail ending at the door of a cantina. Oleander wasn't entirely sure if he should celebrate his fortune or be concerned that the trail ending so quickly meant more complications inside. Nevertheless, he didn't dally, entering the cantina and approaching the woman. "There you are," he stated, approaching her as he quickly glanced around, gaze catching another familiar face seated in the cantina. "Huh. Didn't expect to see him here."