Private In Corp-Sec's Shadows

[Kivah]

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//:...mission-link-established...
//:...location=Etti IV-capital-Mondder...
//:...equipment=MA Jacket, Tracker/Flash Goggles, Lightsabers, Auto Blasters, Gauntlet Comp...

Unlike most people waling the streets of Mondder, Kivah wasn't thinking about money. She wasn't quite feeling the pinch of a slim account just yet, and while more was always good, at the moment she was thinking back to the last time she'd been out this way. The massive earthquake that had opened the planet to its roots, and the shaky group of runners that had formed when a robbery of an underground corpo mall had turned into something more. Now she was back, and with someone else she'd begrudgingly begun to call a friend as well. Naamino needed credits, and when steady work wouldn't do, Kivah knew a quick dip into the shadows of corporate warfare would pay out quite handsomely. Risk merited reward, after all.

The reconstruction had finished long ago, at least this close to the spaceport, there were places in the city that would likely never fully recover from the earthquake, not unless a development project paved them over. But the city was still the same, built on the same bones and filled with the same people, even if the signs changed. So it wasn't long before the large Cathar found her way into a little dive that had a line of holographic dancers out front. Inside everything was painted black, floor, walls, ceiling, even the tables and booths, the better to see more holo projections act out their lives in never-ending loops. Crossing the sticky floor, she signaled a Rodian for drinks, and paid out a small credchit when she brought them over to the back booth Kivah had staked out.

Despite the tan military style jacket and the synthweave pants she wore being Kivah's only concession to silly ideas like blending in, or that she was obviously armed, Kivah didn't stand out too much. For one thing, they were in a runner bar, and for another, the sun was just dipping behind the horizon, which meant the city's nightlife was starting to come crawling out. Between the punks, gangers, and clubbers, the Cathar's size drew more attention than what she wore. Natch, some of the other runners even sported neon tattoos or hair. Each was a walking advertisement to their own ability or reputation. "First time to a city this big?" She asked Naamino as she tipped back her beer. "Vardin really doesn't compare, does it?" Her ears laid back as the track turned over to a new song that started heavy on the clashing before the singer picked up. She wasn't the best on the small talk, but it was that or drink while they waited, and she didn't want to be too drunk when the client showed. "Oh hey! Have you thought of a handle yet? You know, a street name so you're a little harder to track." Kivah's was Kivah, because she was just like that.

Tags:
[SO] Naamino Zuukamano​

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Well Worn Boots, Weal & Woe (stowed out of sight),
Simple Black pants, an undershirt, and sleek black jacket.

Outer Rim
Corporate Sector
Etti IV
Objective: Replenish coffers
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To deny his nerves would be counterproductive. Instead, the young zabrak decided that this was as good an opportunity as any to practice control in the face of the unknown. He'd signed up for this after all, willingly and even eagerly thrown himself into the task of taking a job with his friend Kivah who'd so helpfully offered to make sure he could stay in the green.

Still, despite the mastery he showed in stoicism, Naami wasn't willing to risk intoxicants and he certainly didn't have the extra credits to spend either. So the teen made due with water as he practiced controlled breath as his icy eyes seemed to dart to every little change in the busy environment.

"Uhm... Yeah definitely."

He murmured back, not one for small talk either.

"Don't think I'm a city guy to be honest, Tebori was was more my speed."

Naami shifted his feet, leaning a bit to affect and air of calm disinterest in the rest of the bar even though his reflexes were keyed up as if a fight might break out any moment.

"Some people call me Horns, but I'd rather that stay a friendly thing," he thought absently of Leshanna Dromar and Haro Aven before continuing on.

"Dunno really. Is it supposed to be something that stands out? I feel like probably it's meant to be more forgettable since we don't wanna draw attention, yeah? Uh... The Zabrak?"

He was clearly uncertain if that was even close to what she was asking him for, dark brows drawing together in a face of mild bemusement.

 

[Kivah]

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//:...mission-link-established...
//:...location=Etti IV-capital-Mondder...
//:...equipment=MA Jacket, Tracker/Flash Goggles, Lightsabers, Auto Blasters, Gauntlet Comp...

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Naami's first admission had Kivah snorting in amusement around her mouthful of beer, painfully swallowing to keep it from going up her nose. After a moment to control herself, she nodded in agreement. "Yeah, even after Coruscant this place was like needles under the skin for a long while. But you hang around long enough, and it's like a hit. Gives you a rush that you start longing for after too long away. Full of movement and life despite the never ending mirrsteel and duracrete expanse." Even the misery and drudgery had an honesty to it she appreciated as it played a background rhythm to the punks acting out in their rejection of corporate society.

She was about to offer a few suggestions to him about his actually pretty bad choice of street handles and how they shouldn't be helpful identifiers, when a Bothan slid into the chair opposite her with a nod. He had a shock of white running from his eye to over his ear and looked to be a good decade or two older than most of the others in the bar. "Kivaaah, always an interesting week when you come to me for work. Kid looks a little young for you, new partner?" He favored the both of them with a toothy smile that stretched his snout.

"Grendu," Kivah returned his nod with a smile of her own and reached across the table to tap her knuckles against his. "This is... Hound. He's solid, but learning the ropes here. Looking for a job." She nudged Naamino and jerked her head over to the Bothan. "This is Grendu, he's a Fixer, serves as a go-between for clients and mercs, sorta like a talent agent. Vets the client and jobs while making sure runners don't get in over their head."
A low-whistle sounded from Grendu. "Damn Kivah, you said he was new but..." He shook his head. "Really? Not even the basics?" The way he asked, it was like he expected Kivah to be messing with him and Kivah flipped him a rude gesture in response.
"I vouch, and I want a job. Tell me what you've got open. And no milk runs, if I'm splitting a reward, I want it to be a good one."

With a shrug and a look towards Naamino, the Bothan held up three fingers, curling them in as he counted off the available work. "Got a snatch job, wetwork that sounds like it's a turf thing, and a data steal. Each pays more'n the last, but likely more dangerous." He looked to Kivah, who looked to Naamino to decide.

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[SO] Naamino Zuukamano ​

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Naami was skeptical about the idea that a city like this would grow on him, regardless of whatever rush or exhilaration it might offer. He wasn't surprised that might be the case for Kivah though, she was quite literally built different and was basically meant for such high octane environments.

At the appearance of the Bothan, Naamino grew cool and stoic. Icy eyes considered the fixer and narrowed at the jab about Naami looking young for Kivah. He remained silent though and let his friend do the talking. He gave no outward acknowledgement of the "Hound" but experienced no small amount of amusement because the name brought Myunnah to mind. The zabrak felt grateful to Kivah for the hand gesture she threw casually at Grendu even though he knew he was out of his depth, it felt nice to have the cathar vouch for him.

When the choices were presented and it became clear that Kivah expected him to pick, Naami drew in a slow breath before leaning in to quietly respond.

"Can we have more details about the last two? Or is this the kinda deal where we only get to know more after we've chosen?"

The teen was of course still feeling trepidation about the whole experience, but he needed the credits and a sense of resolve was settling over him. Naami could sense himself putting his mind into that of this "Hound" person, much like when he donned armor before a battle.