Sasmay Cull
Darkkoninn
WEAPONS: 4 Whimsy Knives, 1 Nastirci Combat Knife, 1 HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannon
EQUIPMENT: Kirino Visual Interface
LOCATION: Cantina on Ponema Terminal recruiting crew for the Gray Queen's Throne.
Ivixa Nera'kas
The process for acquiring a vessel worthy of pirating activities had been simple enough in Sasmay's opinion. Having paid the Agents former dedicated an engineer in her new setup, she had left with not only a decent ship, but also a splendid little AI that made crew requirements a bit easier on the mind.
In her drunken stupor however, Sasmay had failed to notice or not cared that Niki had sent a holo-mail to the Armada Admiral. Nor did she care after stiffing him with the ship cost, and then stiffing Niki with the cost of importing Corellian Whiskey and vitals for the ship before taking her leave with a hasty exit out of the system.
While doing so had left a bitter taste in her mouth, she hadn't given much thought to those that might have helped her through what she was feeling. Niki had shown concern, but Sasmay had given her the blunt side of her inebriated temper. Even the former Armada Marine squad had seen fit to keep an eye on the woman while she waited for the vessel to finish.
There had been enough time between the process of asking and receiving for the holo-mail to be reviewed by Dimitri to be sent down the line to someone he believed might have a vested interest in the Agents well being. Or at the very least someone that might have stood a better chance at discerning the intent behind the sudden shift in attitude.
She had pushed off quickly with the ship in hand, evading the local patrol craft with speed as they attempted to subdue the vessel only to find their vessels pushed back and held in place long enough for the Gray Lady to jump out of the system.
Gathering enough crew in the nearby neutral zone, she had enough to continue on with more confidence.
The Gray Lady had made a slow but calculated trip from its original ship yard of Emeberlene to neutral space. The path they had cut through being the slim border between Galactic Alliance space and Confrderate Space. The vanish system it was equipped with having been utilized more than once to avoid detection by the local patrols both governments had stationed throughout the sysyems.
The AI had been giddy with joy at having tested its capabilities as such. The sensors and other systems being pushed to their absolute limits with ranging the patrols while simultaneously plotting their course. The path of least resistance had been difficult at best, but one ship against many weren't odds that any of those aboard had been keen on testing.
The outfit she wore was a new favorite. Different from her armor only because it made her feel a bit more...showy. Snagged from a smaller convoy that had been between routes with finer goods. She had done little more than stop the convoy, appearing before them with guns trained on the escort vessels and broadcasting a chance at peace before the goods were gone through and only a portion snagged.
But they had not assaulted anyone, nor had they damaged any of the vessel's as such.
She now sat quietly at a table, amid the buzz of a full cantina as eyes stared at her brazenly sitting among them wearing such finery. Her foot rested on the bloodied face of a human male that had taken issue with her comandeering his table after announcing her goal. She had earned a solid punch to the ear for it, but had returned the favor with a force aided punch that had laid the man out.
The bartender had been displeased with the sudden violence, but the tab she was racking up had been decidedly placed on the unconscious man's bill. The corellian whiskey jug in front of her missing a good portion while two other jugs sat empty beside it..
She was numb, sitting quietly and waiting as a voice piped up.
The single chestnut colored eye glancing up to see a somewhat familiar face among the crowd. A twi'lek woman that had given her a chance to fly among the stars by herself. And summarily hung for that chance. Vella stood before her, a curious look upon her face as she looked over the Agent and Wild Hunt Aspect.
"Vella. Long time no see. Sit, drink, talk." Sasmay waved the jug to the bartender, who grunted and set about bringing another round for the table.
"You uh...seem different. Than last I saw you. You good?" The twi'lek asked, taking a seat opposite her and accepting the poured whiskey.
"Hacked off. But losing an eye and losing friends does that. Least for me anyhow. Looking for work? Got a ship you can work on." Sasmay cut to the chase immediately with a grin. Drunken thoughts still focused on the recruitment process.
"Good ship. Nebulon-B style but smaller. It's got its own brain but it works most of the time." There was slight wobble to her head as she looked over the twi'lek. The woman frowned but sighed.
"Tempting. What's the work?"
"Piracy when it all boils down." Vella recoiled at the words but she was still looking at Sasmay with interest.
"Never done that before." She replied solemnly. Sasmay grinned and chuckled.
"Yeah you did. Just not so blatantly." She snapped back, getting a squinted stare in return for the remark.
"The Agents were not pirates, Ms. Cull." Vella rebuked the claim, though she didn't argue further.
"Oh. Yes. We. Were. Only against governments though. At least the big ones, anyway. Disrupting trade, the hold they had on a planet, even sent peaceful evacs to help the people we interfered with." She explained, her free hand waving wildly as she grinned with stupid glee.
