Hunters and Businessmen

[Myra]

Myra would sit quietly in the Corusca Lady club, waiting for her contact from the newly founded Bounty Hunter's League. She had jumped at the opportunity to meet with the man who had began to form some semblance of an organization for bounty hunters, it was no small task after all. The club would be mostly empty, the few people who would share the club with her during the morning hours being the few members of the GCC who used the club for business rather than pleasure, sitting in their booths drafting up contracts to the dim thumping of the music that made sure no one could overhear them, and the dancers who would mostly be sitting around the bar, chatting and talking with the bartender as these were their off hours.

She'd blow smoke into the already smokey room as she would hold her cigarette idly to the side, much like the statue within the club. This meeting would be an opportunity to say the least. She'd need good bounty hunters to track down anyone who betrayed the GCC, or who stole from them. Not to mention just the regular contracts of employees who would be threatening to spill too much info to the galactic news stations. Too many problems had been solved too sloppily, she needed professionals. It was not particularly easy, but she had sent a message to the man offering a deal as well as coordinates to her club.

The guards who would be standing outside would have been told of his arrival, and would let him in whenever he would arrive.

[member="Tarken Tarask"]

 

[EllieEx]

"He'll keep it cool as a tauntaun, promise" an amused voice come from around the corner where the guards had stopped two individuals. A moment later, Tarken Tarask steps out and into the club alongside his bodyguard. At first glance, Tarken doesn't belong, a tall rough looking individual, dark with scruffy facial hair, though it had been trimmed for the occasion. though if one were to look past that, the eye patch and the long leather coat, one might see the suit top underneath, both figuratively and literally, Tarken Is an old time bounty hunter, But he's also a business man. The figure next to him on the other hand, Voska, was even more of a contrast to the other folk in the building. his burnished mandalorian helmet, long cloak and rocket boots that jingled like spurs with each step, they gave him a real outer rim vibe.

Tarken takes a moment to look around, noting the smaller crowd gathered today. It is morning after all, gotta be more people later.
He moves over to the counter and orders a drink before noticing [member="Myra"] eleswhere in the club. He waits till his drink has been poured and then makes his way over to her and sits. Voska just stands behind him, doing what a normal bodyguard does, standing there and looking.. well, if nothing else, than looking armed.

"Nice place you got here! I hope my associate here isn't disrupting your Upper coruscant aesthetic" He chuckles, setting down his drink. Voska laughs softly with him.

 

[Myra]

Myra would grin at the two as they entered her club, quirking an eyebrow at the mandalorian as she looked over his armaments before waving dismissively "Every time a hutt slimes its way in here it disturbs by upper coruscanti aesthetic so I just stopped trying." It's not really clear whether this was supposed to be comforting or an insult, and Myra certainly would give no inclination as to which it was.

She'd stand with a "If you'd please follow me gentlemen." before moving to head to the back rooms, past any onlookers. The door would have no guards, only a dim blue light shining from panel in the wall, she would expose her forearm too it, a strange tattoo seemingly forming from no where and forming some bizarre abstract shape. The door would buzz, before swinging open slowly. Myra would smile at the two of them, before heading in and entering through one of four doors.

The inside of the back room would be simple, onyx walls and floor with gold carvings depicting various historic battles of Coruscant, with one even seeming to depict a battle of the Zhell-Taung war. Around the walls would be a booth, with cushioning of fine dark brown leather. This booth would surround a center table, with enough room between the table and booth for someone to stand. Myra would take her seat on this booth, inviting the two of them to sit across from her with a idle hand gesture. "What alcohol do you prefer gentlemen? We have some of the most high quality drinks from across the galaxy."

[member="Tarken Tarask"]

 

[EllieEx]

Voska and tarken gave each other a quick glance at the comment, unsure of her Intentions. Nevertheless, they had a job to do.
They follow myra to the next room, tarken looking visibly interested in the strange tattoo that had only now revealed itself. Voksa took a few quick glances at the art, giving a pleased nod at the sight of the zhell-taung depictions.

Tarken sits first, leaning back against the rich brown leather, legs crossed.

"I'll take an andoan white if I may" He says with a slight smile.

Voska kept looking around for a moment, a subtle blue-ish orange hue pulsates through his visor as he scans the room before deciding that it everything seemed fine for the moment, and that it would be more polite to sit.

"You carry Ne'tra gal by any chance?" Were probably the first words he had spoken since they had arrived.

[member="Myra"]

 

[Myra]

Myra couldn't help but grin at the Mandalorian's cautiousness. It was of course, what she expected of the warrior people but it was still rather amusing to think that he thought she would dare anger a fledgling group of the most dangerous men and women in the galaxy. Yet eitherway she would listen to their requests before tapping the dark tabletop. Where she tapped a small keyboard and area to type would appear, and she would simply type the two beverages into the table console before the keyboard would fade. "If we don't have it in stock then we'll have it brought in." she would assure the mandalorian before turning her full attention to Tarken

"So. Business. I need bounty hunters who can take a contract, no questions asked, I assume you can provide. You need gear. Ships, guns, specialized equipment, the Galactic Corporate Confederation has these. What I have to offer is quite simple, a discount on our gear for a discount on your hunters. I'm thinking somewhere around 20% off for both of us." She would raise her eyebrows as she awaits a response.

[member="Tarken Tarask"]

 

[EllieEx]

voska nods with a satisfied chuckle. He didn't expect them to have it anyway, but now they would order it if they didn't. so, a win regardless of what was currently in stock.

Tarken quirks a brow at myra's words. well, he might have risen both, hard to tell with that eye patch but that's not the point.
He leans back and clasps both hands together

"Fair enough. A discount for a discount, My hunters get what they need, you get what you need.

However-" There is a small pause "There is a little something else we're after.. You see, we have a certain way of doing things in the league, and that way of doing things requires a certain amount of control on the market, that market being bounties in this case of course. We want your bounties. I mean you get our hunters anyway, so why not make it easier for them? Your people come to mine when they need something, or someone taken care of. We post the bounty in your name, Or not in your name? maybe you want things done without your name or that of the GCC attached to it? Post it through us and just let us know that you want that big "anonymous client" sticker slapped on there" He laughs "Our hunters get to know the day before it goes out to everyone else, get a little head start before the freelances pounce on it. Just like the old bounty hunter's guild used to. it was a good way of making sure that professionals were likely to go after your target, while still giving everyone else a fair chance"

He didn't see any reason for her to say no, not unless she had reason to keep the beginning of a potential monopoly of the bounty hunting business at bay.
The GCC get's it's discount, and yet another way of posting anonymous bounties, While the league got a discount and a client for future bounty hunting opportunities.

[member="Myra"]

 

[Myra]

"Most of the bounties we send your way will be anonymous. I'm not up for negative public opinion or liability lawsuits." She would grin at this, the second part clearly meant to be a joke. Yet her smile fades as she adds "I will expect complete discretion." But she would pause for a few seconds before grinning again "I'll do you one better. Not only will I send my people your way, but any contracts specifically sent out by the GCC or myself will be for your guild and your guild only. After all, freelancers are liabilities, I need to know that if they go crazy that they will be held responsible to some regard. I'm not one for unneeded casualties. I'm sure you understand."

Just as she finishes a droid that can almost be mistaken for a human walks in with a tray of bottles, one of which looks like a traditional mandalorian flask. The droid sets the flask down in front of Voska, a bottle of andoan white in front of Tarken, and a bottle of crimson liquid with black bubbles in front of Myra. The droid would then pour each of them a glass before departing the room. Myra would take her glass, swirl the liquid around, and sip it, seeming quite pleased.

[member="Tarken Tarask"]

 

[EllieEx]

Tarken's lips spread into a wide, toothy grin. After all these years, some progress was ready made! The league was about to make a deal with one of it's first clients, and a valuable one at that.

"I think it's safe to say that we have a deal than" He holds one hand for a shake.

Voska gives the droid a look over while it sets the table. He hadn't seen anything quite like it in awhile, sure he had seen plenty of protocol droids but that must be a new model.
Those thoughts vanished as soon as the flask had been set in front of him. He didn't expect them to actually have mandalorian black ale, much less in a flask so similar to the ones back home. He rarely took his helmet off around strangers, but it would be rude not to take a quick swig at least. He pulls the helmet off and sets it in his lap, revealing his light brown face and short black hair. He picks up his drink, holding it gently by the stem of the glass and taking a sip, letting it sit on his tongue for a moment. It was sweet just like the real thing.

[member="Myra"]

Spoiler

Idk if this is really important or not, but [member="Voska Naudir"] is actually a character of mine. figured i'd use him as a guard since npc approval would have taken longer xD
Anyway there's the bio and stuff if his appearance is important

 

[Myra]

Myra would give the man an amused smile before reaching across the table and shaking his hand, before reclining back in her booth, swirling the liquid around again. "That was a Ms. Madam model, one of the droids designed by my own company, Alpha Corp. If you ever need a sound diplomat or translator, feel free to contact me, I can always send one your way free of charge." She would take another sip of what can be assumed is wine by how she treats it before motioning vaguely in the air "Tell me a bit about yourself Mr. Tarask, I like to get to know my business partners."

She was rather interested in this man. How he founded his organization, how he managed to convince a mandalorian to act as a body guard, how he lost his eye, so much was a mystery and she did love a good mystery.

[member="Tarken Tarask"]

 

[EllieEx]

Tarask sits back, taking a sip from his glass with a refreshed sigh.

"Might have to pick one up for myself."

He looks to voska for a moment, noting his interest in the droid. knowing him, the mandalorian was probably trying to decide weather or not the droid could pilot a ship or not.

"Well, Since you ask. I came from a small family on batuu. Mother and father were spacers that had finally settled down for awhile. Not very glamorous, i know...

The had a little cantina in blackspire outpost for awhile. Once I was old enough to help them out, well that's just what I did. I can still see teenage me, running around, just tryna keep smugglers, mercs and bounty hunters hydrated.. In a way, that's what I've been doing since" He laughs

"Of course, me and serving drinks could only last so long. People, Well Most people had stories to tell, And a bored kid in the outer rim? you bet I had time to listen. First story I got out of 'em was about trouble they'd had with pirates- I hadn't been off world yet, and hearing stories about ships slinging plasma at one another up there- It got me real excited! Later on down the road I started getting involved with other work in the outpost. Blackspire's always been infamous for smuggling of course, And that hasn't changed much. It didn't take long for me to get mixed up with 'em, started moving things for them, joined some smugglers that were taking cargo from coruscant to batuu"

He looks off to the side and shakes his head "I made a few mistakes. I was young, inexperienced and not the brightest kid. Didn't take long for me to start telling stories of my own when I thought no one was listening. One day, a bounty hunter overhears me talking about someone I knew and grabs me, roughs me up a little trying to get names out of me. a friend of mine from that little smuggling ring shows up, tells him to back off or he'll blast him.. "Hope you're quick on the draw, scum" was the hunter's response. He brought his hand down to grab that blaster of his, and he didn't find it. the look on his face when he turned around to see a kid standing there with his blaster pointed at him- priceless.
I squeezed that trigger hard..

That was the first time I had blasted anyone. His team found me a few days later, explains that their sorry for how I was treated before, and that the guy was supposed to chill and wait for them, cause they needed another blaster on the team to qualify for some competition that involved bounty hunters. Now, the bounty on our little group was pretty low, not really worth their time. But The prize money for that competition was good, and now they needed another team member to qualify for it. I wanted to see more of the galaxy anyway, so I figured why not? I joined them and never looked back.

Turns out we were supposed to hunt down someone that had betrayed the bounty hunter's guild, they wanted to people to get the message, so when they caught him- they turned him loose on some rock and sent a few teams to go hunt him down one last time. I was supposed to just stay in the back and make sure nothing snuck up on us, I mean i was like what- 16? I wasn't gunna be much help. But like i said, I wasn't that bright at the time. Long story short, i lost my eye to his vibro blade, barely clipped it.

I ran with that team for years after that, I'd learned by then to play things safe, so I wasn't much of a problem, and I'd even made a few friends after that. some came and went, but me and a few others stayed the whole way through. But as time went on, my sight got worse, I mean I'd already lost an eye, but eventually I started missing shots... I wasn't about to disappear completely, I mean that was my life by then.. So I started working with other groups, getting leads for the team so I could still be involved but keep my blaster holstered for the most part. The guild started to fade away so other groups started showing up at our doorstep, cause they'd heard we were doing good with information. I guess you could say that's how the league started"

[member="Myra"]

 

[Myra]

"Sounds straight from one of those adventure novels." she would muse, having grinned along for the entirety of his story. "I'm afraid my story is nothing so glamorous. Born a couple hundred kilometers below us to a Dathomirii witch who got lucky with a low level Tygerii noble looking for some adventure. Mother fought like hell to get me to the surface, I fought like hell to stay there. Joined Alpha Corp. doing some low level marketing with some ambition and a work ethic, things surprisingly rare in the industrial capital of the galaxy. Soon they saw I was not only doing my own work without being coerced, which was rare, but I was picking up the slack for the others they were used to hiring. Put me on the fast track to management. That situation repeating itself a few times as well as a few schemes landed me where I am today. CEO of Alpha Corp. and it's subsidiaries, and one of the founders of the GCC. Pretty good for 'lower level scum'" she would joke, before raising her glass towards him "To the ambitious and adventurous."

[member="Tarken Tarask"]

 

[EllieEx]

"To the ambitious and the adventurous." He raises his glass with a smile and takes another sip. "That's the thing about "Lower level scum". they have a knack for getting into places people don't want 'em" He chuckles lightly

He could sympathize with myra a bit. Maybe her past wasn't quite as violent as his, But they'd both come from low places and ended up somewhere higher. Myra was CEO of alpha corp and founder of GCC, Tarken was the founder of the league and CEO of the Blackspire Company, which he had failed to mention. Maybe she already knew, maybe she didn't, it didn't matter. He could have made a deal on behalf of his company, but instead dealt for the league. The league was a personal project as much as it was a business, And right now tarken put more focus into the league and it's hunters than his credit account. for now.. Part of him wanted to know if he'd gone soft, the other part of him reminded himself of the most important rule his team had put in place: Always aid your fellow hunters. so, here he was, drinking with a CEO on coruscant after negotiating a small deal with myra, which would indeed aid his fellow hunters.

"A Dathomirii though, Not what I expected. And a witch nonetheless? Though, witch or not, she sounds like a good person. Gotta fight to keep the kids headed for greener pastures than you had, right?"

Tarken was no parent of course, and he could never imagine himself as a father, but he'd like to think he has a basic understanding of the matter.

[member="Myra"]

 

[Myra]

"I suppose you could call my mother good. She certainly had good intentions, the way she went about them weren't always as kind as one would expect of a caring mother. But she got the job done and did it well. After all, here I am." She would muse before putting her glass back down on the table. "But yes, greener pastures and all that. Although I'm not sure the metal hulk of Corscuant are green pastures." She would chuckle at her own joke before standing and offering her hand to the man "It was a pleasure meeting you, but I assume you have other business to attend to. Feel free to take the Andoan White and Net'Ra Gal if you'd please, and stop by the bar for your choice of alcohol, on the house."

[member="Tarken Tarask"]

 

[EllieEx]

"Well, I suppose It's time for a roof garden then, green it up a little" He smiles and shakes her hand, And Voska gives an enthusiastic nod at the mention of drinks.

They both stand and take their drinks in hand before making their way towards the door

"Might have to stop by every now and again, check on the club. You take care now"

They both head out and into the rest of the club, stopping by a small booth to spend some time enjoying the music and their drinks before they head out. This was the league's first major deal with another company, one that should be celebrated while they're both still in a civilized setting.

[member="Myra"]