Hunting Crew (ORC SPACE)(OPEN)

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Thrandis Jorin"]'s words brought an honest chuckle out of the young Jedi, before he looked over at the woman in question, and her compatriots. They were an odd collection of people, that was for sure. Fel rubbed the stubble on his face and took a swig of his drink before turning to face the man at the bar.

"Probably poison or stab them first. The devils in the details, you know?"

Fel turned back to the group, passively observing them. They were an interesting bunch- especially the one speaking like a droid. That one creeped him out more than it should've, honestly. Something wasn't right with her- something he couldn't place without giving his force presence away. Masking himself in the force was easy enough, keeping that cloak on and reaching out with was something he wasn't going to risk, or do.

 

[Gatz Duolingo]

Funnily enough, Gatz felt himself relax, despite the tension weighing down on his being earlier. In fact, that tension had mostly passed. He furrowed his brows. Something was off; Gatz never felt at ease. Still though, it was a nice feeling, and he decided to revel in it for the short term.

"Sure," Gatz turned to address the other captain, "we can keep in touch. It's always nice to have more contacts."

Contacts meant work, and work meant credits. And for the most part, Gatz didn't question what kind of work he was taking on. So long as whatever he was smuggling was in a secure crate, he didn't care what was in it. However, Gatz did feel a little wary at her "don't shoot first" policy. Had this woman ever worked on Nar Shaddaa? Shoot first was a given on the filthy moon.

"Look, I'm not the kind of guy to just pull a gun at random, but," Gatz began, as he turned his head to speak to Aeveri once more, "shooting second will get you killed. Don't try that moral high ground stuff in the seedier parts of the galaxy. You won't last a week."

Gatz shook his head, and let out a sigh, "anyways, if any of you are looking to head to Alliance space, I can take you. For a price of course."

| [member="Aeveri Proudmoore"] | [member="Barnabas Harou"] | [member="Ay Ge"] |​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Gatz Duolingo"]

"Whoa Captain. I've been around enough to know that shooting first lands you a warrant. And... are you trying to poach my crew?"

She tilted her head a bit.

 

[Bjorn Heartholm]

Bjorn remained standing as the conversation continued around him, waiting for the correct moment to present his offer. He looked back at the woman who was searching for crew, deciding to address her first, "I am interested in your offer. While I have no exceptional skills with flying, I am able to act as a bodyguard for you and your other crew members for a time." Bjorn could tell that the tension had risen with his approach, so he instead tried a much more calm demeanor, detracting from his usual stern and intimidating presence.

"And to the others who would inquire..." He now addressed the others, particularly the ones who were interested in his offer, "I require a party of strong, loyal companions to venture with me to the planet of Belsavis. I have an objective there that I will explain to those who accept. And take heed, it should not become a violent goal, I only wish to see what I have lost." Bjorn realised that his words were cryptic to these people more versed in the ways of dealing with others, but it was the best he could explain for now. He continued to stand, more lax now, however, as he waited eagerly for their reply.

| [member="Aeveri Proudmoore"] | [member="Gatz Duolingo"] | [member="Fel Drisk"] | [member="Ay Ge"] | [member="Barnabas Harou"] |

 

[Darth Chagrin]

Bars like this were an essential escape for most people who took to the hyperlanes on an almost daily basis. For someone who had spent 30 years doing that, it was second nature to find a good bar whenever you had a break, wherever you were, and lose yourself in the drinks, the gambling, the socialising... of course, these were also places to pick up cargo, jobs, and information. Smuggling was a cyclical business; even in your down time you could be finding new work, or making preparations for your next journey.

In a typical smuggler's jacket, Mathas entered with two of his crew members and headed to the counter for some Corellian whiskey. His years made it instinctive for him to observe his surroundings, take in the motley crew that was present and the taste of tension in the air. Something was going on here. He kept his eyes peeled and his ears tuned for what.

The first sentence that he heard distinctly was:

"I require a party of strong, loyal companions to venture with me to the planet of Belsavis."

Mathas turned to the source of the voice. It was a tall man standing near a table of gamblers, with a stern expression and slightly withdrawn presence. Obviously the man was no stranger to fighting, but he did seem — and act — like a stranger here. The man continued with his offer as Mathas approached softly from behind.

"I have an objective there that I will explain to those who accept. And take heed, it should not become a violent goal, I only wish to see what I have lost."

These were strange terms, fraught with danger and uncertainty. In Mathas' experience, it was typical of those who had something to hide, who didn't trust others and who deserved to be treated with unspoken suspicion.

"I have no reservations. Do you need a ship, or just company?" Mathas asked. He didn't mind a job, even to a place he had rarely travelled to in all his years like Belsavis, but he liked to know some details before he signed himself up for anything. With a wink he added, "But I'd like to know exactly what takes us to such a place as Belsavis."

| Aeveri Proudmoorehttp://starwarsrp.net/user/16607-aeveri-proudmoore/ | Gatz Duolingo | Fel Drisk | Ay Ge | Barnabas Harou | [member="Bjorn Heartholm"]

 

[Thrandis Jorin]

"Always is isn't it?" He asked with a chuckle, taking another swig before rubbing the side of his cheek, over skin that had been flayed by storms of dust and healed into an ugly scar. It was odd to laugh, even now he was still getting used to the sound of his own voice again. As the woman went on she only seemed to prove his suspicions, she was holding on to morality for fear of the law. What did the law mean around here anyway? He'd just murdered three individuals, and was going to walk away scot free, just as he had with dozens of others at this point. The only law that mattered out here was the one a person could enforce themselves.

Draining the glass, Thrandis quietly ordered another ale, finding himself in desperate need of more alcohol to block out the nightmarish screams in his head. He'd already fit the bill for a killer when they'd pulled him off Druckenwell. He wasn't a soldier anymore, he was a murderer, and he knew that. How many had he gunned down just for a meal? Or shelter? Had he ever done it just because the hunt was the only thing that gave him any purpose, and in turn kept him from losing what was left of his mind.

Thrandis shook his head as the next glass of ale arrived, to think he'd once aspired to be a hero.

[member="Fel Drisk"]

 

[Ay Ge]

Ay stayed silent as the other delegated about, taking in all the information, letting everyone finish their own points of view before opening her mouth. "Statement, I only kill if told to or in defend of myself, but I have to agree to some extent about shooting first, specifically if your target clearly has intent to harm you, something which one can decipher rather easily".

She turned to once again face the woman and her potential employer, "On the other hand your reasoning is also valid as it reduces the chance of authorities or 'others' wanting you dead, still it is up to my employer on rules of engagement, personally I have no preference". Well it was hard to have a preference when she did not feel emotions, Ay preferred to do what worked, and from experience both methods were just as good, in different situations.

Now it was time to address mister I want a favour, since he gave an idea of what his plans were there was nothing really preventing Ay from accepting whatever job was on offer, "I am loyal if I have a place to stay, I could not care less about much else, as for your job detail, I have good experience in tracking both physical and through digital means, if you so need said skills". A skill Ay had put to good use during her many missions, sometime more often than others.

She was about to continue when other decided to invite themselves to the party, 'individual number 5 man, human appears late 30s, also judging by visible attire, pilot of some sorts, threat level, medium'. His question though was rather valid, what people would go to Belsavis? Maybe a Runaway perhaps? Well for the time being it did not matter, she had a prospective job and hopefully reliable employer/s, that would be enough for now, what ever came up later she would deal with then.

[member="Mathas Cavyr"] l [member="Bjorn Heartholm"] l [member="Aeveri Proudmoore"] l [member="Gatz Duolingo"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ay Ge"]

"Excellent. I'll add you to the list. Privacy in our crew is a sure thing, you'll get your own quarters and cut of every job we perform."

She slid Ay a key card.

Then nodded to Bjorn and company.

"Bjorn I can help take you anywhere my guy. But times up for this gal. I gotta get back to the ship and prep for the next job. Cheers!"