Interviewing Who?

[thegreatbeyonder]

Arian looked over to his boss, who seemed more intent on letting Arian do the talking. Exhaling deeply, "well, it's very generalised. You'll likely be dealing with a number of topics once we've cleared your background. Unfortunately, what I didn't tell you is that you'll be staying in this facility until we have. We're not careless to have started discussing this to you, just because you've claimed to have the talent." He elaborated in detail the nature of the compromise.

"Don't worry, though... We value privacy. The only thing we care for is knowing that you're reliable, and won't alert the authorities of our activities." He smiled, leaning back in the chair comfortably. Now it was her turn to play ball, and he certainly was curious to see how she'd react.

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

"Hmmf ..", she huffed quietly again to the duo. She hoped dearly her background would not come to light. At one hand, it might help her win over this slightly suspicious duo, but on the other hand, they might alert the authorities. She was sure she had some bounty on her head, after all.

"Alright, then. I don't mind staying in one place too long, and you can ask me whatever you need to know about my ... background. As I said before, I push for the boundaries in search of progress. Whether that means pushing into illegal business is none of my concern. As long as I am granted some bit of protection as I do my work, I won't bite," she nodded at herself, hoping to divert the two from the topic.

After having said that, she took a moment to herself to recollect her thoughts. If they could truly find out who she is, they must use some odd schemes and such to do so. The strings they ought to pull would only further reinforce Yasindra's believe of their crooked nature. She hoped she was right in this, as she'd rather work for crooks who value her work, than for white knights who limited true progress and technology.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"Right. Before I show you to your room, please show us some identification so we can perform the check. We will note: We don't pursue bounties, trust me. Most of us have them." It wasn't that he thought she had one, but anyone willing to work for them after learning about all this must've been desperate. In fact, he can recall how he joined after being branded a traitor by the Republic Navy. However; he didn't think someone like her would be a wanted woman--at least not in the same way he was a wanted man.

Standing up from his seat, he awaited her to hand over her ID to his boss who remained silent. Clearly a man of few words. Once she did, he was prepared to lead her to her room.

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

She nodded at him, and took out her holocard. It wasn't a legitimate one, of course, as Yasindra Quorr was not her name by birth, but her tech-savviness created a near-carbon copy of the real deal. Still, anyone who knows a great deal about the technology she had used to copy her original card, and falsify this one, would figure it out eventually. She hoped Arian, nor the man he worked for, knew how to decypher that, though.

After showing it to the toad, she looked over to Arian gauge his reaction. "I could use some rest, I suppose ...- Do you mind if I go get a few things from my ship? I forgot to bring my assistant with me, and I'd rather have a few tools and things with me to tinker with. I don't intend to busy myself with drinking until the late hours, like others might, but a woman has to busy herself some way, hm?"

A small smile appeared on her face, whether out of tiredness or genuinely looking forward to working on a project, however unknown it was. It had certainly peeked her curiosity, and that was enough for her.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"Yeah, I'll escort you." Arian handed the holocard to his boss, before moving towards the exit.

He didn't have much to think about Yasindra yet. Although he couldn't disagree that she was more than adequate, when recalling her earlier venting towards the misunderstanding. Still; he wasn't about to fall head-over-heels like some character in a romantic holovid. That wasn't him. No, Arian was less the romantic and more of a guy who just did what he had to in order to get by.

Nonetheless, he understood the nature of joining InterGalactic Exports -- which was actually just a holding company -- that often went by a moniker, "the Couriers." A small smile was exposed across his face as he thought about it. Feeling some empathy for Yasindra.

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

She strode onward at a rather brisk pace, leaving Arian to follow up, towards the hangers. Her ship rather stood out among it, its shine a testimony to her own wealth, and the ship's worth. With a simple flick of her hands, the entrance lowered itself so she could enter, being greeted by her assistant already. "Geoffrey, dearest," she talked to the unintelligent Droid, as if it were a human being. Or more like a ... smart pet, really. Though was there really a difference between that and a human? She liked to think not. "Get Andrew to fetch me my tools, hm? Just the normal things, you know the deal ...- Oh, and bring that new visor I've been working on! Chop chop!"

The droid nodded in approval as it always did, as she turned her head towards Arian. "This'll only take a moment... -Meanwhile ...", a little grin appeared on her features, as she strode up towards Arian, standing at a comfortable length from him. "Is there nothing you can tell me already of the projects I'll be working on? You can't just peek a woman's curiosity like that, and leave her hanging. That would be very ungentleman-like, would it not?"

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

Arian followed being at the same pace, becoming rather dumbfounded that someone owned a ship of this stature. He recognized its insignia.

Gaillard? There's no way... You must've stolen it! The thought raced through his head. He, for a moment, had spaced out in awe at the vessel before him. As a spacer, he was quite fond of vessels, and although he had a particular love for his own--it was still nowhere near as impressive as a Gaillard designed, let alone a Stardream which was engineered by KDY. Did [member="Lorelei Darke"] have one as well? Clearly it was one of the most luxurious vessels ever to come out of those shipyards.

Returning himself to the land of the living, he slowly processed the question she asked. "Oh, no. When I say my boss is a middle man, I'm even less than that. All I know is what I told you, honestly. I'm a pilot." He explained. Although he was not lying to her, he did stretch the truth. Yes. On that particular subject, he was unaware of the details. However; he did have an understanding of much of the inner workings of other aspects within the organisation.

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

"Ah, I see ...- Well, it's certainly fortunate I crossed your path. I suppose I have to thank you for the offerings I've gotten from your boss."

It didn't take long for the entrance to lower again, bringing Geoffrey with it. However, the lack of hands or ... grabbers, gave it a bit of an odd sight. The tools were scattered across the platform, and the visor she had asked balanced atop the little sphere. She had turned around, and seemed to seethe in anger -- something that was becoming a bit of a habit these days. "Andrew, you fool! Don't just toss my tools haphazardly at Geoffrey, you know he doesn't have grabbers! Bah!", she trotted over swiftly as the platform lowered itself to the ground, and quickly went to grab the tools that had been laid bare; some basic, but high quality tweezers and tongs and screwdrivers and the likes. Despite the hi-tech she worked with, the tools stayed basic all the same. Only the omni-tool and the hand-held plasma cutter really stood out, but even those were fairly standard to her.

She huffed out as she stood up again, tools in hand, and ushered Geoffrey and Arian to follow her back to the building. "You had better not drop that visor, Geoffrey, or I will not be happy. And you remember the last time I was not happy with you!"

She stopped in her tracks a moment though, as she looked to Arian. In all the time she had spent alone, she forgot it was not entirely normal for someone to be speaking so casually to an unintelligent droid, let alone one that cannot actually talk back. She gave a soft smirk at Arian, hoping that would stir him to not think weirdly of her ... somehow. Much like her other social interactions, it would likely not work, and turn out rather awkward.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

Arian didn't really care. So far she didn't seem like someone who was open to killing him, and that in itself was a plus... Considering the last time he did one of these was recruiting [member="Laguz Vald"], who although was not notorious, had been a lethal assassin in service to several bidders. Including the Primeval. The zealots weren't very friendly to mercenaries, the fact they hired anyone meant that person must've been particularly good at what they did. Especially if they still lived after the Aj'Rou regime's downfall.

"Let's focus on getting back, shall we?" He replied on their return journey, passing through that security checkpoint once more. This time they made it for the shift change, watching the guards swap stations. Finally they returned to where they were earlier before, but instead of heading directly to the office, Arian stopped at one of the side entrances along the corridor. Punching in a combination on the keypad, it slid open revealing a rather stylish apartment.

He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "You'll stay here until everything's clear, alright? Shouldn't take more than a couple of days. If you need anything at all, give me a call." He handed her a data chit containing his number, which would sync directly to his datapad if she wished to send him any messages.

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

She followed him closely, Geoffrey in tow, and her arms filled with the tools she had gotten. These were quickly relinquished as they approached the room, which she entered quickly to lay them down. Before she could get a good look around, she took hold of the card, looking it over with a nod. "Of course. Will you be around, or ... do you have things to do? Places to go? I'd rather deal with you than that toad, in all honesty ..."

Awaiting the reply, she looked around the room a moment, and nodded in approval. Sure, it wasn't her Galewing, but this would do regardless. She had slept in worse- Wait, no, she hadn't actually ... Still, it was within her standards, and for that she was thankful. Comfort, after all, was a thing she held in high importance.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"Is that an invitation?" He asked enthusiastically with a raised brow, although he hadn't allowed his suave demeanor to be overcome just by the potential prospect of sleeping with a beautiful Arkanian. The thought was not something he had become opposed to, after all, it wasn't like you gained much action flying to and from destinations. Believe it or not; the life of a spacer was less exciting than popular opinion supposed.

That, of course, didn't mean he never had any action... Okay. It's been a while. Crossing his arms, Arian finally allowed a smirk to form as he began to consider the possibility. Assuming that is exactly what she meant. I twas entirely possible he misread her just as his boss did earlier. Luckily for him, his choice of words were vague enough to pass off as something else should his question backfire.

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

"An invitation? To what?", she replied, blissfully ignorant of what he meant. Despite her looks, she wasn't actually up-to-height about flirtatious behavior .. or romance and sex in general, really. "It's an inquiry, not an invitation...". With a raised eyebrow she regarded Arian, before shrugging it off with a shake of the head.

"Well, I suppose I'll take it you'll be around, then. That's good ...- I'll likely won't be far either, in this apartment or my ship. As it would seem, I don't have much better to do. Anyway ...- I thank you again, Arian, but I'm going to rest for now, and tinker a bit with this new visor. Or was there something else?". Despite the question, she had already begun settling down into the place, carefully laying her equipment around, and taking the visor off of Geoffrey's spherical body, giving it a glance to ensure it was still in-tact.

Luckily, it was ...

... for the most part. She'd note down to punish Andrew after she had slept. This scratch was new ...

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

Arian sighed under his breath, realizing he had mistaken her intention. Thankfully she was either polite enough to play dumb, or was ignorant enough to not understand his meaning. Offering a nod, "yeah, I'm actually right across," he gestured behind him to the closed door. "Alert me if you need me--for any reason." He was still a bit confused by what she had said, but it wouldn't be the first time he misjudged a woman's intentions.

Turning around, he walked across and entered the door to the apartment opposite which slid shut behind him, allowing Yasindra to be left to her own devices. Inside he unwound after a day of work, taking off his jacket and hanging it up aside the door before sitting down at the end of his bed and removing his black boots. Which were then neatly placed at the end of the footlocker just off the edge of the bed. Heading over to the wash room, he did his 'before bed' routines.

Returning to the bed, he prepared himself for a much needed rest. Not looking forward to another day of grunt work. Yet it was a paycheck, right?

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

Two days went by, as Yasindra practically locked herself up in her apartment. Occasionally she'd venture out, for reasons of food and drink and ... more parts to finish the visor. Faithfully accompanied by Geoffrey, she'd pace the path towards the hangers and back to the apartment, not straying one bit. She'd see the guards standing close, the cameras locking onto her every now and then, and the marvel in people's eyes as they saw her ship. This is what she called socializing, and it kept her satisfied. In those two days, she did not seem to open her mouth to many people, except Andrew, the AI installed in her ship, and her spherical companion.

She could do this for a while, though her impatience was slowly catching up, as on the second day, she walked up towards Arian's apartment in the late evening, hoping he would be home. With a few quick, but stern knocks, she awaited an answer from the man.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

The apartment's door slid open, Arian would be seen sitting at the end of his bed with a datapad in hand. The man's head looked up, his eyes narrowing upon the visage of Yasindra. Moving the datapad aside, and leaving it along the bed, Arian shifted his body towards her, setting his hands in his lap. "Are you impatient, or did you just want to see me?" He asked in a sly jest, a smirk rising along the corner of his lips.

Along a desk behind him and to the right side of her vision, she'd see his modified blaster pistol resting on the top along with some equipment. Among the various pieces, there were grenades as well. The rest of the apartment, however, was spotless. Save for a spare set of clothing neatly folded atop his footlocker at the end of his bed. Bringing his left hand under his right, Arian began cracking his knuckles one by one, the audible clicks and snaps ringing throughout the modest room.

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

As she saw the door open, she took it as an invitation in, as her heels clacked forwards and inside the apartment. Her eyes darted around as Arian spoke, and she laid them on the pistol, walking over towards it.

"Impatient," she answered the man, "I was hoping by now I'd know what my job would be, and if I'm accepted," she picked up the pistol, and looked it over, giving a few approving nods, and a few disapproving huffs at the sight of the weapon. Her ears flicked, and her visage glanced towards the man as he started cracking his fingers, finding the noise a bit impairing to her research of the gun, though not enough to pay it verbal heed. Instead, she merely continued. "You keep me waiting in that apartment with no entertainment .. surely you expected some kind of impatience at this point, no?"

She laid the gun back at its place, and started walking over to the grenades she had seen, as she awaited a response.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

Arian watched her look over his weapons, seemingly not minding it at all. Likely if he did, he wouldn't have been foolish enough to keep them left out in the open. Then again, it wasn't as if she knew him very well at all, thus she could've been led to believe any number of things. "We've completed your background check. Everything looks good, Miss Quorr. Although there were some initial complications. You don't travel much?" He inquired.

"Or maybe you do travel.. Judging by your ship." The comment was muttered, but it was still loud enough to be heard should she have been paying attention. Nonetheless, he backtracked over her previous comments and statements, rising from the end of the bed and walking over to stand behind her. "Oh, don't worry. I've been bored to." He glanced over to the grenade, before his eyes set back upon her.

A slight buzz protruded from the room's climate control system which adjusted its temperature automatically to best suit Arian's vitals.

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

She picked up the grenade as she looked it over, giving Arian a nod. "You told me to stay near the apartment, so I did ...", she said as she glanced towards Arian. As she turned around, she set her eyes on Adrian, her two pupil-less oculi penetrating the distance between the two, seemingly judging. Alas, she wasn't very good at judging people's emotions, and soon gave up on the stare, as she turned back to the object in her hand, giving its technology a look-around.

"So, now what? Will I get a job? And why was I not informed earlier, if it's all decided?", the questions rolled off her tongue in quick succession, though she expected even more to be answered. It wouldn't be long until Geoffrey arrived at the door later, somehow balancing a glass of wine on its spherical body. She beckoned him closer, and took hold of it, but awaited a response from Arian, as she sent the droid back to her room.

 

[thegreatbeyonder]

"I was going to tell you, but I didn't know if you were currently busy." He smiled as he spoke the words, but the smile faded quickly.

Arian reached out with his hand, it was a slow and steady, nonthreatening movement towards the grenade. He'd try to gently remove the grenade from her hand, with some hint at a potential excuse to get closer to her. Although whether or not those were his intentions had not been specified in word. "Now, we get to the part where you wait for us to give you a job. The beauty of working for us is that you can be anywhere you need until we decide we need you elsewhere." He seemed to have foregone his 'suave' attitude.

"At any rate, are you hungry? Perhaps we could go out for dinner."

 

[Yasindra Quorr]

She had the grenade taken from her, though she uttered a quiet huff at that. Unlike with Arian had planned, she took it as an offense, thinking Arian thought her too careless to wield a grenade like that. Still, Arian had been respectful to her in the past, and this job offer eased her nerves somewhat. Her features remained neutral, in that judging queen-stare she had. As Arian brought up the topic of food, she thought back of when last she ate. It may well have been a whole day- one of her bad habits when she indulged herself in her work too much.

Though she had the faintest knowledge of what Arian's true intentions were, she still agreed with a nod. "Very well, I suppose I could do with some late-night dinner. It had better not be more of those clammy sandwiches the secretary gave me this morning..."