Private Daiyu Lights City Nights

[Janith Rintao]

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Character: Janith Rintao
Tags: Orson Thorm
Planet: Daiyu​

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Massive towers - and lights scraped across the city lines - speeders flowed in through the city streets and freighters cruised across the city skies as cargo came in and out. Of course - one of these imported individuals was Janith, who had recently finished a .. fairly legal trade mission from Balmorra to Ryloth, shipping some construction goods in her YT-1000. Eitherway she was on Daiyu as she had been tracked down by a bounty hunter who had been after her for two weeks, while she shook him off - he was still on her trail and thought a city world with alot of people would be the best place to hide out while the heat died off.

For the first night she was there she mostly spent her time in her ship, performing needed repairs and even spent some times adding a small attachment to BD-5 to upgrade his overall sensor quality, but as time went on and she grew sick of simply waiting and sitting around within her ship for word from a new employer or for something to drive her out of the rainy city, she decided enough was enough and it would be best if she just went and maybe found something to do or better yet, someone to talk to that wasn't BD-5. She loved BD, but, to be fair there's only so long an individual can go before going stir crazy from hearing a consistent range of beeps and whistles.

"Hey, Buddy - I'm heading out to the night-club nearby ok?" She spoke as BD would let out an upset whistle, concerned she was getting too comfortable, mixes of Whirl and Whoo Whoo, finished with a Bwezeep. "Hey! Don't get that tone with me, That was.. super rude buddy." Rolling her eyes BD let out an apologetic Trill before looking up at her and she simply smiled and shrugged as the droid walked off happily, they had a .. special way of communicating so, in the moment the two were at ease.

As she put her jacket on and left the Trident, she covered her head with her hand - not wanting to get rained out, and made her way to the nearest and nightclub in the city, the Solar Deluxe which was.. from the looks of it a casino / hotel as well. Eitherway making it in and looking at all the dancing, strobing lights, and people all over the place - she made herself over to the bar to.. just get a drink to relax for a moment before enjoying herself. She was just in jeans, with the armor patches, and her jacket - while there were other smugglers, the majority of people present were rather in nicer outfits - Daiyu wasn't a hot bed for partying but - seems a majority of the night life was here.

"One Chandrilla Iced Tea please," She needed a drink to blow off steam, and an assortment of mixed beverages was the perfect option. So, she finally got her drink and slid over some credits, happy to be served as she began sipping away - keeping her head down while sitting at a bar stool, finally uncovering her face.

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[Orson Thorm]

Another enforcer job, local slumlords in need of extra muscle hired them on for a push into their rivals territory. It had been messy and brutal, as was typical of urban engagements. Orson had pushed his blade into some writhing Zabrak's neck not two hours earlier, and now he was drinking as though the whole thing had never happened. They'd lost a few people, no one important, fresh hires who'd been too eager to prove themselves as dangerous and capable mercenaries. Instead, their cuts were now covering his tab, and their equipment would be sold off to maintain and upgrade those of them who hadn't gotten themselves killed.

It wasn't for them that he was drinking, the days of toasts to the fallen were long past him, he'd come alone to be alone. The group he'd brought with him to Daiyu had a few of his friends in their number, but Hatch was too talkative, and Ulrich was beginning to get on his nerves again. So he'd come alone.

"A Corellian on ice, please. Open a tab." Orson slid over the freshly earned blood money for the first of hopefully many drinks and took the open seat next to the woman. He didn't pay her any mind, his eyes following the bartender as they pulled a bottle of Corellian Whiskey, and poured. The mercenary was seemingly in a world all his own, where the flashing lights and pulsing music were absent, and there was only Orson and the drink. The mercenary seemed almost serene.

For a man with a freshly stitched gash on his brow, anyway.

Janith Rintao ​

 

[Janith Rintao]

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Character: Janith Rintao
Tags: Orson Thorm ​

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Janith had looked over at Orson, seeing him sit down - and, then went back to minding her own business. She looked on her datapad, and began scrolling through job opportunities that were posted throughout the area, and some out of the area; she wasn't desperate for credits but.. Didn't mind the work of course so, this was more of her mindlessly scrolling to fill time. But.. not wanting to just spend her time in the bar doing this she looked over at the man to her right; after all it.. was probably best if she actually talked to people, it was what she loved doing.

She turned with a smile, and tried to come off as warm. "Hey, I'm Kaya." She spoke as she looked over. "Whats your reason for.. enjoying some nice cocktails." She spoke as she looked him in the eyes, laughing a bit as... It was.. awkward, but, she often wasn't the one to start these conversations so she was getting some practice in, and to be fair she did have a genuine smile on her face as she lowered her mask, if Orson had a good enough memory, and was someone who looked through bounty logs frequently, her face would be a familiar one as she had a sizeable price on her head, But - if he didn't - she was just another face, albeit fairly pretty.

Nonetheless as she finished talking she turned back to her drink - spinning her straw around in the glass, before sipping the drink once more, being almost done with it as the bartender walked over nodding to Janith as he began pouring her next glass, Janith also opening a tab as well as she planned on staying her for some time, after all it wasn't healthy to work so often.

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[Orson Thorm]

In the end, Orson Thorm was not a particularly complicated man. He was a soldier, through and through, no frills, no special skills, no flashy talents. He took orders and killed who he was asked to kill. He'd never had a knack for hunting, but he had combed through bounty boards when vetting new hires. The woman's face was familiar, but not enough for him to make the connection. Maybe he'd passed her by before and she'd just been attractive enough for the memory to linger.

"Orson." He introduced himself in kind, in his simple, curt manner, his gaze meeting her own. Never once did he suspect that the name she gave him was a fake, nor did he consider giving her anything other than his own. Deception, intrigue, even the most basic aspects of espionage seemed pointless to him. There was no reason to hide who or what he was, if anyone had a bone to pick with him, he had it in his mind that he'd meet them head on.

"It's payday." The mercenary shrugged, taking a sip from the dark liquor in his glass. For a moment he considered leaving it there, turning away from her, and going back to drinking in silence. Something stopped him. He gave her a once over, wracking his mind for a heartbeat, trying again to recall where he might've seen her before only to come up with nothing once again. Maybe she was just friendly, or maybe she wanted something from him, but it wasn't as though he had anything better to do than find out.

"What about you, Kaya?" His expression seemed to soften from the near scowl he wore constantly, his lips turning upwards in a cordial, professional smile that he'd practiced enough times to make convincing. Being social didn't suit him, but neither did listening to Hatch's constant ribbing about his being dull. She was nice enough to look at, and he supposed that beat staring into space for the rest of the night.

Janith Rintao ​

 

[Janith Rintao]

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Character: Janith Rintao
Tags: Orson Thorm ​

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Listening, she wouldn't say anything - but she'd listen. She found Orson interesting, she tried to see if he had a hidden character, but, truth was he seemed like a truthful person - One who wore his personality on his chest and didn't bother being somebody else. She respected that, and as he spoke and asked her a question she perked her head up, and.. for a moment needed to recollect what she asked again - remembering after coming back from being lost in thought.

"Well, I was just in the system. I had gotten done with a job, and same story as you - its pay day.. so I didn't want to just sit in a ship while it took a day or two to refuel and repair." She shrugged and finally got her new drink taking a light swig as she looked out at the dance floor. "Just enjoying myself before getting back to work." Before looking back to Orson and smiling again, she had a genuine and calm smile to her face, and as she looked at orson enough the shine of her pink heterochromia in the central part of her Iris became clearer. "But aren't we all just trying to enjoy ourselves a little bit." finishing it off with a light laugh to continue to ease the mood.

She paused for a bit.. and maybe it was the drinks as she was a chronic lightweight but she felt like she could trust this guy - not with everything but with some for now. "I'm a smuggler, so, I was just here to lay low. Going to those nicer worlds isn't always my speed when there's so many eyes, you know?" She said as she kicked her legs below her, dangling them off the stool thinking to herself, and finally pocketing her datapad completely.

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[Orson Thorm]

Orson listened along intently, she seemed honest enough, just another soul blowing what they'd earned on cheap entertainment so they could do it all over again. Some might've lamented the lifestyle, but he didn't, it suited him well enough, and it might've even suited her. He followed her eyes out to the dance floor, and wondered what it was people liked so much about it. Allegedly the whole ordeal was enjoyable, but beyond a few folk dances he recalled from childhood, he'd never learned. It didn't seem horribly complicated, or horribly interesting. Hatch's teasing lingered in the back of his mind though, so Orson buried whatever disdain he felt.

"Money's only worth making if your doing something enjoyable with it." Orson conceded with a nod, catching her eyes in the light, fixating on the mismatched pair. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen anything quite like them, unless- had he? The question still nagged at Orson, but he was more interested in the colors of her irises than he was where he'd seen them before.

"Still plenty of eyes on Daiyu, just less prying. I get your meaning though." The pulsing lights painted them in shades of every color, red, blue, and green silhouetting the mercenary's features. She'd told him something about herself, and for some reason he felt the need to answer honesty with honesty. "I do defense contracting, merc work, don't usually get to see this side of these places."

"To payday." He toasted, lifting the glass to his lips, tipping it upwards, and drinking down the dark liquor. "Next round on me?" Orson offered for reasons that he wasn't quite sure of. Maybe the night would be fun.

Janith Rintao ​

 

[Janith Rintao]

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Character: Janith Rintao
Tags: Orson Thorm ​

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Her smile didn't seem to go away as she turned her back to the bar and faced towards the dance floor - not looking like she planned on going out there - but, she just enjoyed people watching quite a bit so she just leaned back and listened to Orson as she spoke. "That's what I like to say." she responded when he spoke about money's worth. "Oh, and defense contracting?.. I do some mercenary work myself, but, try to avoid that.. little too dangerous for me you know?.." She responded as she listened to him more.

"To Payday." She clinked her drink up against his before downing it, pretty impressive but.. it was clear the drink was having it affect on her as she was already laughing a bit more than she used to. "Yeah - if you insist but, do- don't feel forced." She was keeping herself well composed but she was clearly.. tipsy.

"Say, what's the most interesting job you've ever been on? I'd love to hear that - stories are always fun to hear." She said as she kicked her feet from her bar stool before turning to face the bar once more, done with her.. people watching for the night as she just wanted to focus on the conversation at hand - This night was already much more enjoyable than what she had expected it was going to be just an hour if not twenty minutes ago, a nice conversation - and drinks to go around.. if that wasn't a dream for anybody just trying to pass the day by day hoped for she didn't know what was.

"Oh, and my name.. isn't Kaya - its Janith, Kaya is my middle name." She spoke as.. truth was she was starting to trust this guy, he didn't seem like a hunter - and seemed like a nice guy deep down, so - why lie about a name when there was no reason to.. Although with the name spoken, now would've been another clue on who she was.

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[Orson Thorm]

"Believe me, if more people were honest with themselves about what's beyond their capabilities, the galaxy would be a better place. Nothing wrong with knowing what isn't for you." He was buying drinks with the credits of the souls who hadn't taken that very lesson to heart. Their cuts and spoils returned to him upon the premature termination of their contract. A few of them had been in it for their families, and now the people who'd relied on them would be in a worse bind than if they'd just swallowed their pride and gotten some menial job waiting tables. Killing wasn't a game, violence wasn't a sport, it was a profession, and not one that every living being was meant for.

"S'no problem, like I said, no point in making the money if you aren't gonna spend it." He slid a few more chits over the bartender, and motioned for another round on both their drinks. They seemed to understand, and Orson was thankful he wouldn't end up needing to shout above the music.

Orson had been to war, and taken dozens, if not hundreds of jobs, but in the end, none of them truly seemed all that interesting. He rhythmically tapped his fingers against his glass, furrowing his brow as he tried to conceive of something that might've sounded exciting to someone less blunted by the experiences than he was. "A little bit back I ran security for this noble woman, not even sure where from honestly but she had money. She hired us on for some excursion to this desert backwater, had us go rooting around in this old Sith Temple, real old." The job had been intense, and it'd further solidified his desire to never seek out enlistment under the Sith banner. "Turns out, places like that really are as bad as the stories make them out to be. Nasty traps, vicious creatures, old pissed-off ghosts, the works." Orson shook his head, and took another sip from the refilled glass. "But I made it out, not much worse for the wear."

When she gave her name, it all came together, Orson's pale gray eyes seemed to light up with recognition, and the professional, practiced smile twisted into a knowing smirk. "Ah, I knew you were familiar, face like yours is real hard to forget." The bounty on her was high from what he recalled, but he wasn't a hunter. "Seems like you might need some of that defense contracting." He chuckled, careful not to make any explicit mention of bounties lest some prying stranger with more ambitious intentions overheard.

"Don't worry, we're just two people havin' a drink." Deep down, Orson was no more altruistic than he seemed from the surface, good will and charity were foolish notions for foolish people, but he liked how the night was going more than he liked the idea of a few more credits to blow on someone less interesting.

Janith Rintao ​

 

[Janith Rintao]

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Character: Janith Rintao
Tags: Orson Thorm ​

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Janith remained.. fairly silent - she listened, took everything and, waited - she just wanted to hear more about this guy. Only chiming in when he talked about the sith temple. "Oh trust me, I believe it - I don't ever plan on visiting a sith temple; did once before, don't remmeber the exact world but.. yeah everything you're saying is what I remmeber, the ghosts or.. spirits I believe is the .. c-cor correct term, are, well they can really get in your head." She laughed a bit, trying to keep it humorous as on one hand she was clearly almost drunk by this point after almost three drinks - and two, she .. didn't want to exactly think about well, the dark side.

Although as he continued on - and.. he clearly showed that he knew who she was she became slightly startled but, laid herself back to ease when he spoke more - he wasn't hostile, and didn't seem like he planned on really causing any true harm. So, for the case of now - the best thing she could do was simply .. well, be good company. "Yes we are, just two people enjoying ourselves." - She said as she looked out in the crowd again, looking at ease as she felt much better now that Orson didn't show himself as a threat.

"How long are you on Daiyu?" She asked, just wanting to get to the conversation going. "I'm probably leaving tonight, if not tomorrow morning - I have a shipment I'm considering.. trans-" She cut herself off just shrugging. "Sm.." She dazed off a bit from the drinks she was having, before looking back at orson, wow.. she used to be able to handle herself better back in the day, or well, two years ago when she was drinking basically every weekend.. Eitherway, "Smuggling, sorry - guess two and half drinks are my limit. But y- yeah, smuggling some goods from tatooine to the core." She spoke softly of course as, well the ears were always listening, and she didn't want to get caught no matter what.

As she finished though she rested her head on the counter - still looking at Orson, her eyes still somehow looking very awake but - she was just at ease, her guard down for once and her mind just enjoying the moment. But being here made somewhat reflect on.. what she was doing, going to bars what seemed like every two weeks just to get the feeling of meeting someone, .. or was she being too critical on herself, and maybe this was just time to enjoy when life had been so stressful.. Who knew.

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[Orson Thorm]

Janith had a nice laugh, a nice smile, nice eyes. Orson wondered if the bounty was being put up by a scorned lover rather than someone she'd crossed while smuggling. It could've been both, he supposed; that seemed the most likely now that he thought about it. Orson had seen too many ads for the kill or capture of some nice-looking soul who'd mixed business and pleasure with someone powerful, then made the mistake of crossing them. He'd killed a few like that, though just by coincidence, they'd just been working for the wrong people when they'd gone up against him.

"Not much longer, I was planning on drinking myself into a stupor, doing something stupid, and leaving in the morning." He sighed, chuckling softly as she tripped over her own words, but not too loudly as his own cheeks were turning a shade of red as the whiskey slowly began to exert itself onto him. "From Tatooine all the way in? That's quite the hike." The mercenary mused with an impressed whistle. He wasn't sure how the spacer types could deal with being trapped inside their own cramped ships for so long; Orson got stir-crazy after a day or so.

Some part of him recognized how easy it would be to collect on the bounty in that moment, but the profit-minded impulse faded away as he waved off the bartender when they came back around to give them each a fresh drink. Instead, Orson got a pair of waters, taking one for himself as the low beat of the next song pulsed out from the dance floor.

"You gonna be able to make it back to that ship of yours?" Orson asked, a teasing edge to his question.

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[Janith Rintao]

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Character: Janith Rintao
Tags: Orson Thorm ​

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Janith.. enjoying his kind words offered a rather tipsy smirk, her eyes glinting with humor and a hint of something else. "I-.. Should manage.. I can make it back." She spoke as it was clear she was a bit more than tipsy, rather.. a tad drunk - but her voice was still laced with her typical playful confidence. "I've.. navigated worse conditions.. Mm, than a bit of intoxication. Though.." She paused for a bit strangely - almost zoning out. She nudged him as she finally got a glass of water from the bartender, and sipped it a tad - smiling to Orson with a .. sincere look of gratitude. Beginning to sip it down slowly as she knew her pace after all - puking in public was never fun.

She paused though again, and chose her next words.. not wanting to stumble up as she showed some signs of slight recovery. "You know.. - its funny to me that I planned on coming here to get drunk and forget about work.. and then I got to meet a pretty nice guy." She said with a soft inflection, and looked at him as she smiled. "Thanks for tonight - Orson, I appreciate it - my droid was saying I needed to go and meet people." She laughed a bit as - it was more of her natural laugh.

She waited a bit too before lowering her voice respectfully.. of course there was an unspoken but known acknowledgement regarding her identity. "Plus.. I appreciate the safe company." She said as she began standing up after she finished the water. "Makes me think maybe not every encounter in places like this has to end with looking over my shoulder." Laughing at the end of it as she did a playful as she was still intoxicated, spin - before stopping to not dizzy herself.

But.. she thought about that, last thing he said - .. "I mean, I said I could manage but you're always invited. It is kind to walk a lady back to her craft." She laughed as.. it was that same infectious laugh, one that, could make another smile. She just.. had a kind demeanor to her as she tugged on his shoulder slightly. "Unless you're fine with me going, because I do need to get back - don't trust this city." She raised a brow as she placed the question - tossing over some credits to pay for her first drink as she had lost track of how much she owed truly.

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[Orson Thorm]

Nice, that might've been the first time he'd heard that word used about himself since he was a boy. Cruel, professional, pragmatic, he'd heard those plenty of times, but never nice. It made him uneasy. It wasn't who he was, and yet he found himself inclined to play along, if only for now. Maybe the drink was getting to him.

Orson's lips turned up into something close to a smile as she rose, a soft chuckle escaping him as he watched her spin. Orson tossed a glance at the bartender, then back to Janith and sighed, though without any hint of exasperation. Orson Thorm, against all odds, was enjoying himself. He tossed the credits he owed, and stood, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, the world painted in flashing beats of red as a new song began on the dance floor.

"I think I'll have to take you up on that invitation." Her laugh coaxing a further smile from him, the tug at his shoulder forcing it wider. "Wouldn't want you to get lost." Orson added, a hint of teasing on the edge of his voice.

"Lead the way, smuggler."

Janith Rintao

 

[Janith Rintao]

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Character: Janith Rintao
Tags: Orson Thorm ​

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With her now standing up, her smile widened at orson's acceptance, her eyes lighting with.. well, some surprise but more of delight as she figured he'd say yes. "Well, look at that," she remarked, her voice carrying a playful tone, "I find myself in the company of a gentleman. The galaxy really is full of surprises." She steadied herself, her posture confident despite the alcohol's lingering effects, and nodded towards the exit with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Let's not keep the stars waiting, then." laughing as she fixed her outfit up a tad as she, tugged on his arm.

Although, upon making their way and as she pushed her way through the dancers - she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of.. ease that she hadn't felt for quite some time. Orson's presence was friendly and incredibly reassuring, and it made the harsh neon lights and overwhelming area incredibly soothing. She needed it, a friend, or at least a friendly individual, constantly being on the run wasn't an easy life.

However as they reached the outside and began walking through daiyu she laughed a bit, turning her head towards Orson. "You know - typically I well, pride myself on my navigation." She would say as she stumbled slightly - before , barely regaining her composure. "But uh.. I'm glad you chose to walk with me, I think I'd be waking up on a bench tomorrow morning if you weren't here." Laughing as he held onto Orson's arm, seems like the liquor took its time to really take its effect on her. Either way, outside the air was cold, fresh, but also raining. Seems while they were inside a light rain storm had come in, so Janith raised her hand putting it above her head as she tried to block the rain hitting her. "The walk.. shouldn't be too long - just uh.. eight minutes from here." She let out - barely putting her sentence together.

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[Orson Thorm]

Orson didn't like being led, he'd found; too many times, he'd followed after someone only to have them and everyone around him turned into corpses. He led the way every time now, no matter what, because the safest hands would always be his own. Yet he wasn't fighting Janith's pulling, in fact he came along gladly, still wearing his faint smile. If this was a trap and all just a trick to lure him in, Orson might've just let her have it anyway. She'd clearly have mastered the craft, because he still didn't suspect a thing.

The idea that anything, particularly the stars themselves, would wait for someone like him coaxed another laugh from him. He knew it wasn't literal, but the notion alone struck a chord. His being a gentleman was less laughable; he was, if nothing else, a professional. It was proving rather easy to take that skill and apply it to being as gentlemanly as he could manage. He liked hearing her say it though.

"I do pride myself on customer satisfaction." He said with a smirk in place of a simple 'I am glad I walked with you too,' such a sensical response apparently beyond his capabilities at that moment. Janith's taking of his arm sent a warm feeling through him that distracted him from the cold. It wasn't as though he was a stranger to women, as friends or otherwise, but his past with them was littered with far less typical arrangements and encounters. This was far closer to 'normal' than he'd had in his life. It wasn't so bad.

The rain wasn't horribly pleasant, though. For a moment, he considered looking for something to cover her with, Orson knew what he was supposed to do, but his mind was still more pragmatic than professional. I could catch a cold, get sick, she should've brought her own coat- he'd taken his arm from hers and pulled his jacket off before the stream of thought could finish, lifting it over her head to shield her from the rain. Eight minutes was going to be a long, long time, but he'd had worse.

"We better get going then." He asserted as the rain began to soak his hair and the shirt he'd worn beneath the jacket. His friends were going to have quite the laugh at his expense, but he didn't care, all that mattered right now was getting through the neon-lit rain.

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