Coronet Nights

[Darth Kalyptos]

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[member="Lirka Ka"]​

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Raindrops puttered against the canopy of 'The Rampant Vice' as the former CORSEC operative breached the cloud cover of his homeworld's atmosphere. It'd been a few cycles since he'd been back home and it was time well spent. His newfound career as a bounty hunter had started with a whimper but the sheer freedom of opportunity was enticing enough to keep slogging through the petty contracts and bounties before true gains would be seen.

The lack of any communications or pinning from CORSEC was an odd realization being that he knew the exact protocols of the other end but it wasn't an unwelcome one. Ultimately he was here to rest for a night or two on a beat he was familiar with before scanning the bounty board again and getting a lead on another job. As if he was in a haze the metallic slam of his landing gear against the ground as he landed in the Coronet spaceport was enough to rock him back to his senses. As soon as he made way from his ship his gaze was sheathed by the maroon plasteel armor, already well worn with scratches, scrapes and blast marks.

A few credits was enough to pay off his former comrades to keep watch of his landing bay so that they'd not look the other way to black market scavengers and soon enough he was deep in the underworld of Coronet. Water sloshed about his boots as he made way past all sorts of xenos down the backstreets encapsulated by sky scraping structures with alleys shooting off in either direction.

The sting of spice was heavy on the sense as he made way through the streets, it made Trecolt sick if only by association with the grisly crimes he'd seen done centered about it. Though now he wasn't any more detached from the underworld as the spicers were and he had to turn the other cheek to an extent. Soon enough he'd found his chosen establishment, a small cantina with idle ban music barely able to sound through out the place. It was dirty, at least its patrons were but it was acceptable enough to spend the hour, or a few. Electing for a Corellian wine he nestled himself in a corner booth, setting his helmet on the table with its black, metallic glossed gaze facing outward as if to ward the lowlifes away so he could enjoy a date with a drink.

 

[Lirka Ka]

He was far from the one armored figure, Lirka stood tall as ever. Recently rising from a table as she cussed out some Rodian, tossing over a few credits from a lost bet. The squeaky excuse of a man speaking a half-ward insult:

"Cua dan nwowkee bapionh tee-tocky, kaae voteka."

Lirka was well known for having a truly furious temper over things like that. His mocking wouldn't come without retribution, and retribution came in the swift form of a balled gauntlet. Slamming it into the Rodians face before turning and storming off. Grabbing both her helmet, the intricate thing held in the nook of her arm and heaving up her massive two meter long blade from where it rested. She became quickly aware a lot of folk were looking at her in this crowded place, not like anyone actually cared she just practically knocked the man out.

Making her way over to Trecolt she became quickly aware it was one of the last open spots in the overcrowded place.

"This taken?"

Her voice held a fairly heavy accent, if the pointed ears weren't enough to give it away she was obviously a Thustra native Sephi.

 

[Darth Kalyptos]

The man eyed the alien woman with an arched brow, looking her up and down he'd nod once. With his helmet aside the man appeared as mundane as any other human but he was a stark contrast to the crowd of multitudes of aliens and otherwise unacceptable company in the tavern. A growing stubble marked his face over an old blaster burn which reached along his right cheek. It wasn't often he'd encountered a Sephi, especially not on his native world but otherwise he was hospitable.

"I suppose its not, no." He admitted candidly, not caring enough to fight for his privacy in a place so openly exposed to the Correllian underworld. The scrap between the woman and the fly-like xeno barely caught his attention. There wasn't the ear ringing crack of a blaster which would've otherwise merited his attention though truly, nothing did now that he was his own employer.

"What'd the Rodian do?" He inquired, pointing his thumb back toward the direction of the fight before lifting the bottle of Corellian wine to his lips to drink a long draw of the crimson liquor.

[member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Lirka Ka]

Lirka was an exotic sight, her skin was a potent pale lightly partially given from minor Dark Side Degeneration over the years. Her eyes a piercing blue that served as a stark contrast to the white of her skin, hair as black as the midnight sky and a swirling tattoo of blue as well. In essence, her face was riddled with contrast. The armor itself showed the design of a Sephi, somewhat elaborate and artistic as much as it was efficient.

"I don't take kindly to being called names."

"Little Hunter" had been what set her off, more than enough to warrant a good beating. In her skewed perspective on things.

[member="Trecolt Strachen"]

 

[Darth Kalyptos]

"Is that right? And what colorful name did he elect to call you?" The man asked as he leaned back into the seat, rolling his shoulders he'd lift the bottle to his lips once more, downing another sip before setting it back down, sliding it toward the Sephi to offer her the liquor.

"What brings a curious creature such as you to the regal streets of Coronet?" Trecolt inquired and by his accent, it was clear he was native here although also apparent that he was soon on his way as well. Despite her blade and armor he didn't seem to shy away from banter, even with a stranger as forboding as her. As far as he knew a blaster to the center mass would still do the trick, but he doubted she would spark hostilities with him regardless.

[member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Lirka Ka]

"Doesn't matter."

Lirka was known for a furious temper, and as a whole she kept it well. She was gruff and fairly unpleasant to everyone, left overs from being a pit fighter for so long. You didn't become famous in Choah for being a nice and dainty lady. Gruff and brutal fighters were what reigned supreme, and she reigned supreme for twenty years.

"Work."

Lirka didn't hide that she was a Bounty Hunter, embraced it even. Wore it as a half badge on her armor, though truthfully she wouldn't mind more out of life. Funny to consider she had been a Princess once.

 

[Lirka Ka]

[member="Trecolt Strachen"]

 

[Darth Kalyptos]

"Don't think I have to ask work of what kind...in one way or another I imagine it involves using that blade of yours." He remarked, taking the bottle back to his lips as she doesn't seem to take the offer. He could tell well what she was and although it was commonplace in core worlds to at least not show your whole hand it was clear that Trecolt didn't do much to hide his maroon armor under the feldgrau shoulder cape but still her outright c
overtness to her profession was abrasive.

"Assassin? Hunter? Enforcer?" Trecolt asked, her intricate armor able what to motion to her career path well enough.

[member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Lirka Ka]

"A mix of the three."

Lirka was a jack-of-all-trades, somewhat. Well, not really. She liked to think so though. Lirka just took about any job if it meant she could go and make some credits. Now how good she was at them was variable, but the results did universally end up in the same bloody state of dismemberment and force shenanigans.

Lirka didn't care much for what he was, she never looked too deep at folk in the Underworld unless they seemed important. He didn't seem all too important. Just another hunter like herself.

[member="Trecolt Strachen"]

 

[Darth Kalyptos]

"I'm always right to some extent...you got any leads here then?" He inquired to her as he'd begin an idle tap of his fingers on the metallic table that separated them. Trecolt knew well the dynamic of the several groups and gangs that reigned over the streets of Coronet, being that he once patrolled these beats himself. However he wanted a foreign perspective, not out of pragmatism but merely out of sheer curiousity.

"Kind such as you wouldn't know all too well of these streets I imagine..." Though it was a fair remark to make Trecolt was certainly not partial to aliens. Most of his comrades in CORSEC were human and a good deal of the lawbreakers were aliens and from that his innate disdain brewed, right or wrong. It's not that he wouldn't cooperate with them but certainly held them to a lesser regard lest they mostly resembled a human. It seemed through his line of work both before and after he wielded his current mantle that the closer to human the being was, the more cooperative and of course vice versa.

[member="Lirka Ka"]