I hate my job [Tegaea]

[Jak Sandrow]

Jak stumbled into a bar. "Two, please," he managed to tell the bartender. The bartender put two glasses, full, on the table. "Two fingers, Darryl." "Heh, it's on me. You look like you need it. Hard run?"
Jak accepted the drinks with gratitude. "Nah, just long. And I don't get paid near enough for the risks I'm taking." He downed the first in two gulps. Darryl offered the bottle, but Jak declined.
"Jak, I need to talk to you," said the portly bartender. "You got a moment?" He then went into the back storage room.
"Have you ever heard of Omega Pyre?" he asked once Jak had come. It wasn't a name familiar to him.
"Omega Pyre is basically a band of top mercenaries led by lesbians," he said drily. "I managed to save one of their operatives a while back. They were very grateful, and offered me a job with them. I declined, for reasons which I will not give up, but said I would give the job opportunity to the best person I can think of."
He glanced down, and then back up at Jak's eyes. "Jak, ever since your dad died, I've taken you in as my son. I want the best for you as I know your father would. Do you accept their offer or not?"
"Well," Jak stammered, "I guess so. How do I contact them?"
"With this" He handed Jak a datachip. "This will give you the specific number for OP. DON'T LET ANYONE ELSE GET IT. Understand?"
"Yes, and thanks, Darryl. For everything." Jak said as he left the bar, one unfinished drink still in his hand.

Typing in the number, he waited to see who he would contact.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Anya, Tegaea's secretary took the call. It was to a special number dedicated to those that Omega had invited. Thus when she spoke, Anya said everything most politely.
"Welcome to Omega Pyre, this is Anya, how may I help?"

 

[Jak Sandrow]

Jak replied in turn, he didn't want to be offensive, especially if he would be getting a future job with this company. "Hello, Anya, this is Jak Sandrow." He had no idea what to say, so he just blustered on. "Is it possible to get a job with Omega Pyre?"

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Anya paused. "I think you've contacted the wrong number for that, Mr Sandrow. This is primarily a line for those invited to join us. However, what is your area of expertise? What can you offer us?" she asked.

 

[Jak Sandrow]

"Well," he said, "I am a very good smuggler, I know a thing or two about mechanics, and besides doing a bit of slicing, I collect weapons and blueprints of all kinds."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

"Well those are all very good qualities. Are you able to get to Fondor for an interview? Also, were you invited by someone else to make this call?"

 

[Jak Sandrow]

"I can't make it to Fondor, my boss is keeping a constant guard on me - Whoops, got to go, they're coming to talk to me, I'll talk later--" End conversation

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Anya frowned and hung up the call. She made a note of all she had gotten and sent it to her boss. If Jak called back he'd be put through directly to the CEO.

 

[Jak Sandrow]

A few hours later:
"Hello? Anya? It's Jak Sandrow again."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Tegaea picked up the call. "Mr Sandrow, this is Tegaea Alcori, CEO of Omega Pyre. Anya mentioned you were interested in joining us. Where are you currently?"

 

[Jak Sandrow]

"Ah. Hello, Ms. Alcori. Presently I am on Vandelhelm, and am unable to leave the surface. My boss "insists" that I stay behind on shore leave. That is also why I had to cut off my earlier transmission, as my boss was doing a routine "safety" inspection."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

"Vandelhelm? What a coincidence. Wait there, Mr Sandrow, do not attempt to leave until we arrive. You'll know...when the hammer hits the anvil."

 

[Jak Sandrow]

"Are you planning to attack Vandelhelm?" he asked, incredulous. "There's enough pirates here to fill a Super Star Destroyer several times over! However, if you are, wait a few extra days before bombardment. I need to get my stuff. Here's my comm code."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

"I very much doubt there's that many," Tegaea said brusquely. There was unlikely to be several hundred thousand pirates on a world only capable of sustaining a small population. "When and if we arrive, keep in contact with your location. Good luck, Mr Sandrow."

 

[Jak Sandrow]

"You'd be surprised," said Jak. "Anyway, yes, I'll let you know before you hit my ship. Till then, Ms. Alcori." End transmission

 

[Jak Sandrow]

OOC: And with that, we are done! Thanks!

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Excellent! No probs.