First Time Hunting (Open)

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Nantoon. The stories of old had it listed as a pirate's treasure chest. Of course these days it was difficult to say whether or not that was true. Any such treasures could be long gone by now.

It was the lure of treasure that had brought Lori there. Well, not directly. She had been hired to find someone. It wasn't a bounty either, but a case of a missing person. When dropping off some cargo, she had overheard a girl not much younger than herself, asking around if anyone had seen her Father. Being the good person that she was, Lori couldn't help herself but to be nosey and ask her about it. That was when she got the information about the man hoping to find riches on Nantoon. Given that there could be pirates and criminals in the area, it could very well be that the guy had gotten himself into some trouble. And so she took it upon herself to help find him.

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Lori pulled the lever, dropping the Jaster's Sparrow out of hyperspace. The Mantis-class vessel appeared just outside of Nantoon's orbit. Various ships were already in the area, but it appeared to be no different than a planet's regular traffic. Thankfully. She had already had enough of war for the time being.

"Curtis, we're here!" Lori shouted to the lounge below. She wasn't sure what [member="Curtis Learchin"] was up to. Other than Arla, he was her only other crew member for the time being. The others were off on their own. But Curtis had decided to hang around and 'be her bodyguard', although she wondered if there was something more there.

Arla was in the co-pilot's seat, already securing them a landing permit for Nytuck City. "Co-ordinates should be sent to us any moment, Captain. Will I be going with you or staying behind?"

"Better stay here in the ship, Arla. I don't want her stolen, and you're far better than any other security system."

Arla let out a heavy sigh.
"Understood." She didn't like the idea of staying on board the ship, but she knew how to follow orders. She was programmed to. Arla was one of the best security droids out there, designed to look and feel like a living human. She could even fool biometric scans. She was a gift from one of Lori's Mandalorian mentors; a constant companion that would never abandon her.

"There's pirates out there. And who knows what else. It's better to be safe than sorry. And besides, Curtis will be with me."

Arla's response to that was a rolling of her eyes.

Lori just smirked. She was actually looking forward to this adventure. Hopefully it'd be a successful one.

 

[IC-104]

Chief surveyed the innards of his modified ship with arms crossed behind his back. His squad was sprawled out in a lackadaisical manner throughout the hold. Arson lay lazily upon the couch, while Hacks sat up right attempting to disassemble something that rested on the center piece table. Rev sat crouched on the side of his cot rubbing something with a piece of cloth. Probably his sniper rifle. Chief thought to himself.

The clone commandos had been sent to investigate a missing person as well, albeit their instructions were to ex-filtrate the Imperial officer and bring him in for questioning. It was a curious case as the man had gone missing some three weeks before. Without word he disappeared from the Imperial core worlds. But video footage of said officer had seen him taken from a casino in the outer edges of the Empire's territory. Markings adorning the kidnappers had marked them as pirates from Nantoon.

It was decided a planetary invasion would be much for the lone troop, but the mission was deemed of enough importance to send in one of the Empire's most decorated squad of commandos. Enigma squad. The commandos were dressed in black skin tights' but their flesh was still light of their armor.

"Chief, I feel naked," Rev said a bit paranoidly

Chief merely grunted, but he too felt the absence of their phrik second skin. No matter, it wouldn't be long before they landed and could adorn their armor. Assured his squad was combat ready, Chief began his assent through the halls of the tidily kept ship towards the cockpit. Upon arrival he stared out at the planet Nantoon. Their modified stealth ship had slipped in undetected and would be landing in a unassuming field outside the reach of prying eyes.

Chief stared out the view port at the world curiously. He had never been to a world without an army at his back. Visiting a planet that wasn't being invaded felt strange to him. Wrong. Something embedded in his flash training. Regardless he had a job to do, and as the ship began it's descent to the planet below Chief walked back to the vessel's hold.

He entered to find his squad already dressed in armor. Their phrik suits had been cosmetically altered so that they appeared simple Mandalorians, rather than Imperial commandos and no one would be able to identify them as such under the helmeted T-shape visor's. Chief smiled at them, pleased he hadn't needed to order them to be ready. Happy that his squad operated as a well oiled machine. He nodded to them than began walking to his quarters.

Upon arrival he opened a small access hatch revealing a set of armor. The paint scheme was steel and blue like the rest of his brother's armor. They were dressed in the colors of Clan Munin in honor of their Mandalorian trainers. Chief pressed a button and the phrik power armor opened itself to allow the black body suit covered clone admittance.

He stepped into it's confines and it sealed tight around his frame. He picked up a helmet from the stand next to the suit and placed it atop his head. The HUD came online with a beep and a slight electronic whir. Highlighting his surrounding's in a subtle infrared coat. He exited his quarters just as the ship touched ground some miles outside a local city. Without word Chief and squad made way for the small bay where the speeders were kept and prepared to leave the confines of the craft, in search of their missing soldier.

[member="Loreena Arenais"]

 

[Curtis Learchin]

Curtis stood in the cargo space of the Jaster's Sparrow, fastening the strappings of his armour tightly. This would be his first proper outing with [member="Loreena Arenais"], and he was hoping that not too much went wrong. Then again, these days danger seemed to be a given. His eyes moved over to a crate, ontop of which were two weapons. One was his swordstaff, a weapon that his captain was well aware of. The other was his lightsaber. It was a risk, bringing it with him, his armour wasn't suited for storing lots of items, and wearing a backpack of any kind would only serve to slow him down. Curtis made his decision, placing the saber behind a loose panel and grasping the swordstaff.

"Off we go again, old friend." He muttered to himself, before heading up towards the cockpit. Inside sat Loreena and her droid companion, which never failed to scare Curtis as to how lifelike it actually was. "Ready to go, m'lady?" Curtis joked, as he looked out the window. The planet seemed nice enough, it was the people he would have to keep an eye on.

[member="IC-104"]

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

"M'lady?" Lori snickered. "Don't you mean, Captain?" Of course [member="Curtis Learchin"] knew that she was his boss, yet she still took it upon herself to remind him. Besides, that kind of talk in a place like Nantoon might make her a target. The last thing that she needed was to be held for ranson. But then again, that's what Curtis was there for to try to prevent.

Arla was quick to relay the co-ordinates for Nytuck City and guide the Jaster's Sparrow in. And oddly enough she did it with no snide comment to follow.

Lori looked at Curtis' armour, then to her own clothing of just trousers, shirt and coat. Whereas he looked ready for battle, she looked like your average smuggler. Of course she wore a light armourweave underneath. "I guess that we should prepare for anything. The last holonews reel that I found of this city spoke of there being curfews. So we'll have to find a place to stay while we're here."

"You could stay on the ship." Arla piped up.

"Well that's not gonna be helpful if we have to run back here every night. So no." That'd really be a waste. Lori wasn't sure of how big Nytuck City was. Even then, their hunt could take them outside of the city for all they knew. "We'll find something. If we're lucky, we'll be out of here in a few days." Fingers crossed. Though nothing was a given.

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Twenty minutes later, Lori led the way out of Jaster's Sparrow from the cargo bay ramp. She was armed with her blaster that was holstered on her left thigh and her lightsaber clipped on her belt. She liked her lightsaber, but hadn't really used it outside of a couple of training lessons. Her Dad [member="Veiere Arenais"] said that it should be used as a last resort, sorta thing.

Nytuck City was about a kilometre from the landing zone. Given that it was still daylight, there was a bustle of activity. And it was everything that she imagined a pirate haven to be. Lori smiled and walked with an energetic flair, glancing over to Curtis. "I'd say that we have a few hours before curfew. Shall we go get a drink somewhere? Surely we can get info there?" Or at least that was how it was always portrayed in holofilms and holobooks. Yes she was new to hunting, but she had friends and family that were experts at it. And drinking was usually a great way to loosen tongues.

[member="IC-104"]

 

[Neiran Ark]

Neiran sat complacent in one of Nytucks many bars. He towered over the other patrons so much so that he covered a third of the bar in darkness. His black hood was pulled tightly over his head as to not draw attention but in most cases that was rather hard. Neiran had arrived planetside a week prior to now. Nantoon was filled to the brim with criminals, smugglers and rivals the like. It would seem like the bounty hunters dream but in reality it was a place Neiran tended to avoid on a regular basis. Competition was fierce and each crook was deadlier than the last. Beyond that the police dont like you doing their work and stealing their pay.

Neiran tripped the rim of his half empty shot glass unable to finish the vile liquid feigned to be whisky. Neiran made 3 targets this week, 2 alive the other wont survive the night un the hospital. When you get to certain age its the small things in life you remember the most. the bounties Neiran makes aren't even a foot note. Neiran begsn typing on his holo-Pad wondering what targets he could go after.

"Whos getting shot today?"

Neiran spoke in his native language his unable to speak basic.

 

[Rundo]

Rundo retrieved a unopened pack cigarettes and smartly rapped it three times against the palm of his hand as sat in the back of the Nytuck bar. The beginning of the smoker's ritual. The taps condense the tobacco tighter with in the paper making the cig burn smother and last longer. He tore the silver foil exposing the fresh cigs with in. Using one of his long suction cup tipped fingers, he rapped the top of the pack to loosen out the first cig from within. The rodian then methodically removed the cig, inverted it and placed it back into the package to be smoked last. It was believed to bring the smoker luck. A superstition that he dared not to break for the galaxy harsh and a person needed every ounce of luck they could garnish if they were to survive. Taking the next cig between his fingers, he wasted no time in lighting it. Taking in the bitter smoke into his narrow mouth, holding it for a second before letting it venture to his lungs.

Rundo would sit back, relaxed in his chair as his large eyes focused on the other reptilian with in the bar. A dashade bounty hunter who had just recently taken a bounty that Rundo was targeting. The rodian held no ill will towards his fellow hunter. It was the name of the game, first come first serve. If he was the vindictive type he could of infiltrated the hospital and assassinated the target, taking the kill option and undercutting the Dashade of the higher valued live capture. But, Rundo had his own set of codes and avoided interrupting another hunter was one of them. Pragmatically, he did not want to have to be looking over his shoulder for the Dashade's revenge.

He took a few more puffs, letting the smoke cloud his heighten sense of smell and filtering the pungent odor of unwashed bodies. Problem with backwater planets. Never really did attract the high quality folk that took personal hygiene seriously. He may not been able to indulge in the hunt but there were other urges that could be satisfied. Rundo's black eyes floated from the Dashade and gazed upon a scantily clad twi'lek. She was working the room looking for clients.

 

[Curtis Learchin]

Curtis smiled at the prospect of staying with [member="Loreena Arenais"], for a moment forgetting that it was his job to protect her. Realising this, he wiped the smile off his face and followed her off the ship. The planet was new to him, but obviously not the kind of place where some stayed safe, or sane, for long. He was finally doing his job, one that he was very new to as well.

"A drink sounds good, see if we can't rustle some feathers." He replied, eyes darting around the spaceport. "Just stay behind me, and be ready for trouble." She still didn't know about his force sensitivity, nor was he inclined to tell her. Force lightning was a great way to scare off people, friend or foe. He'd have to keep his temper in check, try not to lash out.

But if any harm came to her...

[member="IC-104"] / [member="Rundo"] / [member="Neiran Ark"]

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

"Well if I stay behind you ALL the time, I won't be able to see." Lori smirked as [member="Curtis Learchin"] was taller than her. But moreso his armour made him appear much larger than she was. "I think that people will figure out right away that you're my bodyguard. So they should know not to mess with us." Or would it just invite trouble? Knowing her luck, it'd probably be the latter.

It didn't take long for them to find a bar once they reached Nytuck city limits. The smell of alcohol alone was enough of an indication. Then there was the people. Some were lively and laughing at what was probably a stupid joke. Yet others seemed a bit on edge, looking over their shoulders from time to time. Lori figured that they owed credits to loan sharks or something.

"Let's try this place." She waited until Curtis chose to walk in first before she did, giving him the indication that there would be times when she'd listen to him instead of always being stubborn.

Once inside, it took a moment for her eyes and her nose to adjust to the place. An array of species adorned the establishment, though for the most part it didn't seem like anyone took notice of the pair.

Lori just smiled to herself. She wasn't intimidated, she was intrigued. There was a mystery to solve and this bar was just full of possibilities. [member="Neiran Ark"] was massive in size. It was hard not to miss him. A cloud of smoke surrounded one corner, all of it coming from [member="Rundo"] . He was probably the most relaxed rodian that she had ever seen. Of course that could be an act. There was probably a lot of actors in this place.

"Shall we get a drink?" Lori looked up to Curtis and inclined her head towards the bar.

[member="IC-104"]

 

[Neiran Ark]

Neiran continued to fiddle with his data pad failing to find any suitable bounties for decent prices. On a world like Nytuck the quantity of bounties brought down the quality of the price range, yet another reason to avoid Nytuck. Either way he rented his hotel for the week at a particularly inflated price at that. While scrolling through the wanted bulletin the Dashades nose was hit by the pungent smell of smoke the smell further received due to his elevated position.

The cloud of smoke was coming from a Rodian on the other side of the room. The amount of smoke he was producing...He is lucky not to be breathing out of machine by now, His appearance was nothing of note but the cash across his face was begging to be inquired about. At that moment the doors.to the bar flung open followed by the entrance of two people. One was encased in a suit of armor seemingly protecting the girl behind him. Smart move, Neiran could think of more than a few people who would exploit [member="Loreena Arenais"].

By his estimate she shouldn't have even been allowed inside the bar, but have someone ready at your defence and you can pretty much get whatever you want us guessed. She glanced over at him and for a brief moment they locked eyes before she turned away. Neiran took a closer look at [member="Curtis Learchin"] he seemed like the kind of guy with a chip on his shoulder the kind of chip wanted men have. In some cases that's literal.

[member="Rundo"]

 

[Rundo]

Rundo muttered an explicit rodese curse under his breath as the Dashade looked in his direction. He may not have 'ill-will" towards the hunter but Rundo was still a sore loser. His highly aggressive and competitive nature showed through as he spat on the ground. That was when the doors opened and entered two unlikely patrons of this drinking hole. Both human or humanish, female and male. The female was young, but seemed she was the one in-charge for the armored clad male was poised in a defensive manner, close protection of her. Which to the Rodian meant she was of worth. Rundo had a snout for profit and that was all he could see in these two new arrivals. Maybe Nantoon was not going to be a bust after all.

He wasn't one to beat around the bush and play coy with there was opportunity at hand. He dabbed his cig into the ashtray, extinguishing the smoke before rising to his feet and making his way towards the woman and her guard. Rundo motioned towards the barkeep, catching his attention. "Their drinks are on me!" he commanded in a sharp gritty voice, loud enough that the two could hear him.

The rodian, only slightly taller that the girl, presented himself to them. He was not slender like most rodians, holding a athletic-muscular form. Most noticeable distinction was the grotesque scar that ran down and across his face from above left eyebrow and down between the eyes, then ending on his right cheek. A memento of home. He wore a skin tight muscle shirt underneath his opened brown nerf leather duster. He had combat trousers in camo pattern complete with black combat boots. The two DL-44 blaster pistols that were housed in leather holsters attached comfortably to each thigh with dark leather utility gun-belt. Most rodians were of the violent life style and it would not take a rocket scientist that Rundo was versed in gunslinging and bloodletting.

Rundo extended his hand in greeting to [member="Loreena Arenais"] and [member="Curtis Learchin"] " I am Rundo! If you are looking for a gun for hire, my partner and I are in the market!" Yes, he was not alone. He had teamed up with a mandalorian by the name of [member="Arryn Vahn"] who had been equally disgruntled in the bounty they had just lost to the Dashade. Arryn was not present at the moment but was on his way to meet up with Rundo for drinks. Certain the mando would be pleased to arrive with a job waiting for him for it wasn't far fetched in believing that these two were looking for trouble. Why else would two such folks be in a dive like this, on a backwater planet? Rundo and his like made a living off trouble.

[member="Neiran Ark"] [member="IC-104"]

 

[Arryn Vahn]

Arryn looked across to the bar that his associate was in. He looked down at his holopad, then back up at the bar, giving it a second glance. The Mandalorian had stayed back in the city, looking, watching, feeling for the atmosphere and the people that inhabited this strange planet. He knew from prior knowledge that this place was crawling with space pirates and uncanny bounty hunters alike. The type of people that Arryn would most likely ignore, except for this very case. He had recently teamed up with a bounty hunter, a rodian who had some bounties under his belt, yet he had his doubts. Not about his associate, but the planet. What kind of planetary nonsense would he get himself into now.

Arryn pushed himself off the wall and across the street, pushing people aside until he arrived at the bar doors. He pushed them open, slowly. As he did this he looked behind himself one time, to make sure he wasn't being followed or watched. Just a precaution. He looked forward and stepped inside of the bar, letting the doors close behind him as he made his way in. The bar itself looked packed. All kinds of different people would litter the bar. He scanned the bar and the patrons carefully. He laid eyes on [member="Neiran Ark"], a tall fellow, who sat at the bar looking at his holopad. He couldn't get a good view of his face, so he would be cautious of him. Then, he laid eyes on @Rundo. He was currently engaged in conversation with [member="Loreena Arenais"]. Human, she looked like. Encased in armor. Arryn took a note of her. Then to her right, [member="Curtis Learchin"], must be like a bodyguard or companion of sorts. Arryn finally decided to stop standing around and greet his partner. He pushed past the many patrons in the bar, he surprised the bar was not full. He made his over, and stood next to the rodian. Arryn was taller than the rodian, they made eye contact as Arryn stepped side by side with him. His beskar'gam fitted tightly over his body, his beskar in its leather sheath, strapped on his right leg snuggly. He gave a slight nod to the rodian. The Mandalorian then looked down at the two, the woman and her companion, his T-Shaped visor gleaming from outside light.

[member="IC-104"]

 

[IC-104]

Chief and his three companions raced through the city limits with their speeders. They were searching for pirates and Chief figured in a place like this they wouldn't be too hard to find. Chief and his comrades were disguised as Mandalorians, and pirates were always looking for new guns for hire. Chief stopped in front of a particularly seedy looking bar. Blaster marks scorched the side of the walls, while smoke wafted out of the establishment. It was the perfect place to start. He dismounted, the sun beaming off his steel and blue Mandalorianesque armor.

His followers followed suit and dismounted in a similar manner, each of them clad in the same armor as their leader, marking them as a clan. Chief nodded to Hacks and Rev. They took their places outside the bar entrance, DC-17's leveled at the hip, while Chief and Arson made their way in. They looked to the patrons and found one particularly edgy looking man clad in a brown bantha hide coat with tattoos up and down his neck.

Chief scanned the individual and found that his tattoos marked him as someone with gang affiliation. He approached the man and towered before him.

"We're looking for work," He said, his voice distorted by a language inhibitor designed to mask their tone.

The man eyed them up inquisitively and nodded at them before standing and beckoning them to follow.

[member="Arryn Vahn"]
[member="Rundo"]
[member="Loreena Arenais"]
[member="Curtis Learchin"]
[member="Neiran Ark"]

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Well the two caught more attention than she had figured would happen. Maybe it was the armour that [member="Curtis Learchin"] was wearing. It did sort of stand out. Either way it had caused a few to look their way. What exactly was on their minds, well, she wasn't entirely sure about that either. At least there weren't any bounties on her head...

Lori took note as [member="Neiran Ark"] had held her gaze briefly. Was he the tall silent type? It was hard to say.

And then came [member="Rundo"] . First thing that he did as he approached the bar in their direction was to pay for their drinks. Well that was certainly nice. Of course she wasn't that naive to know that there wasn't a catch to the Rodian's generosity. "Whiskey, please." What else was she expected to order at a bar? She wasn't a tea drinker like her mom.

Rundo held out his hand, of which Lori took a brief hold of, giving it a firm shake as he introduced himself. "Hi. You can just call me Captain." She wasn't exactly quick to give out her name. "Good to meet you. We only just arrived, but having a hired gun or two could be useful." Though she was curious as to who his partner was. That was when [member="Arryn Vahn"] approached. And he was a Mandalorian to boot! She nodded her head to him in greeting. "I take it that you're his partner? How long have you two been on Nantoon?" The more that they knew about the place, the better.

[member="IC-104"]

 

[Curtis Learchin]

Curtis stood to the side of [member="Loreena Arenais"] as she engaged the two newcomers, silent but watching, much like [member="Arryn Vahn"]. Would they come to blows? Perhaps, but only if it was in defence of his captain. She ordered her drink, and then he stepped in.

"Same for me." He said, as he took the hand that [member="Rundo"] extended to him. He hadn't met a Rodian before, they weren't very common amongst the Sith. Certain things never change. "Call me Hawke." It was a nickname he had been given during his time on Dathomir, due to his style of hunting. He hadn't used it in many years, but following Lori's idea of not using his real name was for the best. Who knew what kind of people these men were after all.

While Lori spoke, Curtis glanced over at [member="Neiran Ark"]. Now he was an interesting figure, and one that would come into play soon enough. Hopefully he wouldn't have to fight the giant, but he was sure he could handle it if he needed to.

[member="IC-104"]

 

[Rundo]

"Good guess...... Captin!" The rodian acknowledge the young lady's inquiry with a hint of sarcasm. Her companion, known as Hawke, eyed both of them with cautious intrigue. Was warranted, this was a backwater planet well known for its colorful people. Rundo himself had sized him up and come to conclusion that when push came to shove, the man was no yellow belly. He focused back on the Captain, it was time to get down to business "Lets talk pay!" He demanded as the glasses of whiskey arrived.

Rundo looked over to his iron clad comrade who has stayed quiet thus far. Then he turned back to the young woman " Five hundred credits a day, with a bonus of one thousand for hazard pay. Each!" He grabbed his cup of whisky and waited for her to reply before making cheers. He was confident that was a fair price for their services.

[member="Curtis Learchin"] [member="Loreena Arenais"] [member="IC-104"] [member="Arryn Vahn"] [member="Neiran Ark"]

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Hawke? Lori wasn't used to [member="Curtis Learchin"] using an alias, but it seemed as though he was following her lead. Of course she knew of another named Hawk, one that was a friend of her Mom's and had even worked on the Jaster's Sparrow for a time. But crew always came and went. It was just the way of things and always would be. That was something that Lori had to accept as reality.

Her attention turned back to [member="Rundo"] as he spoke up. Already she could see that he was suspicious of them. It was probably easy to guess that neither party trusted the other, or at least not enough to give many facts. It was strictly on a 'need to know' basis. And that was probably as it should be.

Lori took the whiskey in hand. Her jaw dropped slightly at his outrageous request for their salary. Did he think that she was made of credits? Of course she could afford it after one very successful job that caused many of her crew to retire, but still, she couldn't let him know that. More than likely he had already pinned her as some rich kid with credits to burn.

She glanced over to [member="Arryn Vahn"] , half wondering of his silence before looking to the rodian once again. "Are you mad? We're not exactly trying to extract someone from Bastion or some Imperial prison." Her expression changed slightly, from that of a naive girl and to one that had been in battle before. "Two hundred and fifty credits per day. Each. No hazard pay. But should we be successful in our mission, you will get a bonus. That's the deal. Take it or leave it."

[member="IC-104"] [member="Neiran Ark"]

 

[Neiran Ark]

Neiran watched from afar as [member="Rundo"] and [member="Loreena Arenais"] Negotiated payments. It was amusing to say the least to see the Rodian prostrate himself before the duo his partner watching in silence. This was something of a rarity, to see two potential bounties interacting with each other laid grounds to set a trap or ruse if need be. The gravity of the situation was intense and the prospect even more so.

Neiran leaned in closer to listen to their conversation gathering as much information as possible. It was then a group of Mandolorians barged into the bar. Well at least they seemed to be. Their stature and walk suggested the were something else...agents of some sort but that was inconsequential. Ark rose from his seated position and left the bar paying for his drinks on the way out.

He shot the group one final look before walking into a dark alley and leaping onto the roof of the establishment and pulling out his sniper watching the group through the scope of his blaster.

 

[Rundo]

"I like you Capitana! Forrr dat, a special offerrr will be made of thrrree jhundrrret crrredits a day ant bonus as you see fit!" The rodian counter offered, his whiskey still in hand waiting for a deal to be reached. "Each, forrr we arrre prrrofessional gunfighterrrs!"

Rundo's saucer like antennaes twitched with each step the giant dashade took. Rodians excelled at the hunt and Rundo made note of the vibration sounds of each foot fall the dashade made as he made his exit from the bar. It was his own hyper-vigilance and over active paranoia that triggered him, being best to keep a mental note of a hunter in his direct area that had a genetic vantage over his own ability to see into the ultraviolet.

"eh Capitana?" Rundo slighty raised his glass towards the young woman in attempt to socially pressure her to accept.

[member="Loreena Arenais"] [member="Neiran Ark"] [member="Curtis Learchin"] [member="IC-104"] [member="Arryn Vahn"]

OOC: I am trying to work a accent with Rundo. Please bare with me.

 

[Arryn Vahn]

The Mandalorian stood by his accomplice as he negotiated a deal. The terms and numbers caught his attention, from 250 credits to 300. He didn't have a particular knack for negotiation of prices, yet he did understand how many credits he would end up getting. As much as possible, yet reasonable, was a ethic Arryn always went with. [member="Rundo"], his partner, and [member="Loreena Arenais"] went back and forth between prices, as Arryn kept scanning the bar and its inhabitants. He didn't trust the area, not at all. He watched a group of Mandalorians walk into the bar, their beskar'gam markings not familiar to him. A new clan, hm? He had his suspicions. The dashade, [member="Neiran Ark"], he spotted earlier had walked out of the bar, which Arryn watched carefully yet lot his suspicion very quickly. He turned his attention back over to the group of Mandalorians who was conversating with a bar patron, most likely for work. His eyes made contact with one of them. Arryn wanted to investigate a little further, yet it wasn't the time. He would have to sit wait for a while until the deal was made.

He was growing a little impatient.

[member="Curtis Learchin"]
[member="IC-104"]

 

[Curtis Learchin]

Curtis raised a brow at [member="Rundo"]'s request for so much, but then found out that [member="Loreena Arenais"] was just as shrewd. That was the main surprise, and since he wasn't exactly a good bargainer, he stayed back, his drink in hand. As the two talkers went back and forth, Curtis eyed [member="Arryn Vahn"]. The two of them seemed to be playing the same game, defenders of more nimble partners. And he knew that if the two pairs came to blows, he would likely be facing the Mandalorian.

And still the Deshade, [member="Neiran Ark"], watched, though he left after a final look. He was the main threat in Curtis' mind, but maybe he was just being paranoid. The talk of Bastion earlier was a shock to him, he had never witnessed a rescue mission of any kind during his time there. Probably because he had no one who would want to rescue him. As his mind drifted he watched, and waited for either a deal to be struck, or for things to go sideways.

[member="IC-104"]