Private Lay Low

[Yuri Maji]

Nal Hutta | Bilbousa
Tags: Kayl Krayt

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After spending a good couple of months in space, the Shistavanen finally decided that he needed a proper break with his last job finished. The pay-out was pretty solid, enough to justify a day or two around town even after sorting everything else out. Bilbousa was the destination of choice. Nal Hutta was a renowned name to anyone in the galaxy, be they a criminal or a lawman. The Hutts held a firm grip over it, even after everything that happened. A good stop for anyone in between jobs.

Yuri wandered around town for a while before finding a rather prominent cantina he was told to visit on his travels. A place to rest, get some grub, unwind in whichever way a weary traveller preferred, all the while looking for a new gig. Something the young Shistavanen wasn't blind to. If he wanted to keep going, he was going to find a new job already.

That was the easy part. With a drink in hand, it didn't take him long to find a new job to move some sensitive cargo along the Hydian Way for one of the Hutts... the issue was the risks it would involve. Pirates loved that stretch of space for a reason. Long sections were remote and desolate, leaving anyone crossing through those areas to the mercy of any opportunistic specimens hiding out in the void. That was the primary drive for Yuri to keep his eyes peeled for someone who could work as a partner in this mission, a mercenary of some sort who could handle themselves in nearly any situation.

Luckily he knew what to look for... and it didn't take him long to find a possibly suitable candidate. A tall man, clad in Beskar, was his focus. The young Shistavanen ordered another drink from the bar and sauntered over with a devilish grin. "Heya, vod." He greeted in what could only be described as heavily butchered Mando'a. "Sorry for droppin' in outta nowhere, mind if I buy you a drink?" He continued as he placed the mug of beer in front of the Mando.

 

[Kayl Krayt]

Tags: Yuri Maji

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Payday.

Another job well done, another contract cashed in. Seated at a table in the busy cantina by his lonesome, his feet kicked up and resting at the edge of the table, with his custom datapad in his hands, the young Misfit watched his balance go up by several ten thousand credits on the touchscreen he held before his helmet visor.

Business was as good as ever, and nowadays clients sought him out. It was certainly a nice change of pace from watching the bounty board for a new job like a hawk in some cantina, or seeking out mercenary contracts from clients.

He was in no hurry to take up another contract or a bounty straight after, though. He was supposed to take things easy now, and make more time for his one and only, after talking things through together, and came to an agreement. And that he did. This was one of the last jobs on his plate before he went on a hiatus for a month or two. He’d be all set in a week or two.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t try and make time for her now.

Kayl was busy shooting a message to Ara Sheridan from his datapad, while a figure just a head shorter than him drew near. |What do you want to have for dinner?| he typed and hit send. Although his gaze behind the visor looked at the touchscreen of his datapad, The Misfit could see the silhouette at his peripheral, growing larger and larger with each step. It prompted to shift his attention from the screen before his eyes, and towards the approaching figure.

A young male Shistavanen, wrapped in casual clothes, with a topped off mug of beer in his hand, approached him with a certain intent; the diabolical, toothy grin that adorned his lips as he looked at him was certainly unmistakeable. The intent in the stranger’s mind was completely unknown to him, but he wagered an educated guess nevertheless; in establishments such as the one he found himself in, strangers often approached the mercenary types to sit down and get down to business with them.

Perhaps this was such an occasion.

"Heya, vod." He greeted in what could only be described as heavily butchered Mando'a.

He couldn’t recall hearing a worse pronunciation of the Mando’a phrase, but credit where it’s due. At least he put an effort into it, unlike many other outsiders to their creed. In a silent response, Kayl returned the stranger’s greeting in kind with a nod of his head.

"Sorry for droppin' in outta nowhere, mind if I buy you a drink?" He continued as he placed the mug of beer in front of the Mando.

<”I don’t think I’d want my body to participate in the free market,”> he joked with a chuckle at the stranger’s proposition, but there was some truth behind his quip; he did not see how the drink was prepared. It could be spiked with a drug for all he knew. And this was Nal Hutta. One of the galaxy’s numerous hot spots for criminal activity. A lawless planet, host to many unsavory characters.

But nevertheless, he’d give the stranger a chance. Maybe his intentions really were within the context of doing business with him. <”...Depends on who’s buying.”> He then said to the stranger in a more serious tone of voice now, stowing his humor a moment after his quip.

Getting his name would be a good start.

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[Yuri Maji]

:: Sum noodles wiuld slap, ngl. But you wouldn't be to bad either. ::

The message displayed barely had time to be read before the Shistavanen showed up at the Mandalorian's table. Yuri helped himself to a seat across from the Mandalorian, with both beers still in hand. The man's response earned a chuckle from the smuggler as he sat back. "Free market's the best market. Guarantee to keep things interesting." He remarked, immediately picking up on the Mando's concern. He raised the mug to his lips and took a hearty swig to give the man some reassurance, before sliding the beer over to the Mando.

"Name's Yuri, by the way. And... if memory serves me right... you're clan Krayt, right?" He remarked with a smug grin. "Before you even ask, I've been chased enough times by those gung-ho pirates to know their marks. No offense." He continued with a raised hand before taking a sip of his own drink. A bold-faced lie if there ever was one, but the Mando didn't need to know that. He could trace his mother's armour from memory after seeing it for most of his life. "So, what's your name, vode? Personally, I prefer to know a guy before I pitch a business proposal to 'em." He asked as he sat forward, idly dribbling his sharp nails against his glass.

He kept a sharp gaze on the Mando, as well as the surrounding crowd. With a job like this, he didn't want every schutta and their mother to listen in. "I'd ask if you're in between jobs, but I think it's safe to say we both know a bored Mando if we see one." He continued with a casual wink and a sharp grin as he studied the man. He looked capable, and the clan markings certainly helped with Yuri's choice. Having a Mando onboard was one thing, having a Krayt was a whole other matter.

Kayl Krayt

 

[Kayl Krayt]

Tags: Yuri Maji

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As the Shistavanen sat across from him at a seat, he felt his datapad vibrate in his hands upon receiving a notification from Ara. His attention focused on getting down to business with the stranger, the young Misfit momentarily turned off his datapad, and tucked it into a pouch as while removed his feet off the edge of the table, and sat up right.

"Free market's the best market. Guarantee to keep things interesting."

A chuckle with a synthesized overtone escaped The Misfit’s helmet annunciator. His quip and the undermeaning in his joke was not lost on him. He remained silent as he watched the stranger take a big swig of beer from one of the pint of beers in his hands, and slid the same pint over to him. With an outstretched hand at the pint, he caught it without effort.

"Name's Yuri, by the way. And... if memory serves me right... you're clan Krayt, right?" He remarked with a smug grin.

The Misfit kept his silence, but idle not as Yuri spoke. He reached and removed his helm, and set it on the table. He ran a hand through his ruffled dark brown hair to give it shape while the Shistavanen asked him if he indeed hailed from Clan Krayt.

A peculiar inquiry. The Misfit’s answer to Yuri would come in the form of a nod of his head, but just when he was about to ask him how he could tell in return, he saved him the trouble.

"Before you even ask, I've been chased enough times by those gung-ho pirates to know their marks. No offense." He continued with a raised hand before taking a sip of his own drink.

”None taken,” Kayl said, a faint, indulging grin adorned his lips as he remarked. As The Misfit raised his pint of beer to his lips and took a big swig from its content, he couldn’t help but wonder what prompted his clan to take interest in the Shistavanen, and on multiple occasions at that, as Yuri himself put it.

He didn’t quite seem like the spacer type to him. At first glance he did not seem to possess that gait spacers had, but that is not to say he didn’t seem charismatic. He had a unique, puckish charm to him.

"So, what's your name, vode? Personally, I prefer to know a guy before I pitch a business proposal to 'em." He asked as he sat forward, idly dribbling his sharp nails against his glass.

”That is fair,” he said with an understanding nod of his head, as he drew the pint from his lips and brought it down the pint on the table. ”The name’s Kayl. Kayl Krayt,” The Misfit said, introducing himself to the Shistavanen. ”And it’s pronounced as vod,” Kayl remarked, kindly correcting Yuri’s mistake as he spoke the Mando’a phrase.

But he couldn’t help but realize that the Shistavanen used the phrase a bit often. More than likely though, it was a phrase he learned its meaning from some other Mandalorian, and used it in substitute for “dude” or “mate,” the young Misfit assumed, and thought nothing more of it that moment.

"I'd ask if you're in between jobs, but I think it's safe to say we both know a bored Mando if we see one."

Kayl chuckled to himself softly. ”Well,” The Misfit muttered, shooting a glance at the many patrons of the cantina, before he returned his gaze to Yuri. The Mandalorian leaned forward slightly, as he raised the pint to his lips for another swig. ”Let’s hear it first,” He said with a mutter as he kept his gaze at the Shistavanen.

He could do with some action. The Misfit certainly couldn’t deny that. And he was relatively free for a few days until he headed off to finish up the rest of his contracts before he went on a hiatus.

But what would be the job? Was it going to be worth his while?

Kayl’s refusal or agreement to Yuri’s business proposition depended on whether he could make it worth his while, or not.

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[Yuri Maji]

At least the Mando seemed like a pretty relaxed dude, somewhat easier to work with than the last time he had to deal with one. Though he wasn't expecting the guy to remove his helmet so soon into the conversation. Yuri couldn't help but blink a few times at the man's appearance before focusing on what the guy had to say.

"Kayl? Well, Kayl... to be fair, I only know as much Mando'a as what I've heard." He remarked with a chuckle as he took a sip of his own drink. "Vod... kinda weird language, if you ask me." He continued casually as he sat back in his seat. At least the Mando seemed curious about his business proposition. Yuri set his drink aside and faced the man fully, even going as far as to lean in a bit to pitch his proposition to him. "How's this sound? Hundred. Thousand. Credits. You help me with my job, I'll split the payment with you. Easy peazy." He started with a bright grin. "Job's pretty straightforward as well. I gotta get on the Mara Corridor from here, then make a trip to Florrum. Problem is pirates love a stretch of that area. As amazing as I am, I can't fly and shoot at the same time. I need someone to help me with the tag team if we get sacked." His voice became hushed as he got into the details of the job, his pale golden eyes focused on Kayl's gaze.

"Cargo's a bit sensitive, so if we can get there without issue, I can actually get us a bonus on top of it all. Fifty-fifty." He continued, sitting back in his seat as he took a sip of his drink. Whether Kayl wanted to know about the coaxioum still remained to be seen. Not a lot of people were crazy enough to transport that stuff, not for such a distance.

Kayl Krayt

 

[Kayl Krayt]

Tags: Yuri Maji

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"How's this sound? Hundred. Thousand. Credits. You help me with my job, I'll split the payment with you. Easy peazy." He started with a bright grin. "Job's pretty straightforward as well. I gotta get on the Mara Corridor from here, then make a trip to Florrum. Problem is pirates love a stretch of that area. As amazing as I am, I can't fly and shoot at the same time. I need someone to help me with the tag team if we get sacked." His voice became hushed as he got into the details of the job, his pale golden eyes focused on Kayl's gaze.

As Yuri’s tone gradually became more hushed as to not be overheard by others, it had Kayl lean in closer when he began talking about the payout and the nature of the job at hand; at the mention of the former, the young Misfit’s brown eyes glistened with interest back at the pale golden eyes of the Shistavanen.

Hundred thousand for what was practically a cargo run. He’d be getting half that upon successful completion. And he’d get to shoot at something in between?

Not bad. Not bad at all. A lucrative deal to be sure for a job as simple as this, but it would be unwise to assume there wasn’t more than what meets the eye. As the Shistavanen spoke of the contract, Kayl thoroughly took it all into careful consideration in silence.

"Cargo's a bit sensitive, so if we can get there without issue, I can actually get us a bonus on top of it all. Fifty-fifty." He continued, sitting back in his seat as he took a sip of his drink.

His interest in Yuri’s firm grasp, the young Mandalorian offered a slow, regardful nod of his head in response. He went over it all in his mind for a few moments one last time before he, eventually, posed Yuri a question. ”Color me intrigued,” he began, speaking in a soft voice, his tone matching that of the Shistavanen’s secrecy and caution. ”But, what is the nature of the cargo, if I may ask?” he inquired, and in the wake of his words, reached for his pint for a quick swig of beer.

His main concern and curiosity was how sensitive the shipment in question exactly was. Would it interfere with his job in any way? How fragile was it? Did the cargo pose a threat of its own to their well being? In the unfortunate event if their craft were to suffer from a blow, was the cargo sturdy enough to not break from all the quakes and concussions?

Such were the questions Kayl hoped Yuri would answer, shedding some light onto the nature of the cargo he was transporting.

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[Yuri Maji]

To Yuri's delight, Kayl seemed to be invested in his proposition once the numbers were revealed to him, however one question made the Shistavanen a little uncomfortable. He sighed as he scratched the back of his head. It was the main reason he wanted a second person in the cockpit with him. "Well... it's kinda... a couple cases of coaxium..." He admitted softly as he glanced down at his drink. "It's refined at least! Stable and prepared for transport... but yeah, not exactly a rugged cargo." He continued in hopes of reassuring the Mandalorian.

"It's high risk, high reward. We get that to the customer in one piece and we get a bonus, simple as that. Plus I'm keepin' the cases in an airlock, just in case things go south. I'd rather go home than end up in the next system in a hundred pieces." He took a sip as he gave a strained smile. Coaxium wasn't something he regularly ferried, and the nature of the cargo always put him on edge. One bad bump or hit to the hull and the whole area would go through a significant emotional event. He wouldn't be surprised if the Mando was put off by such a cargo.

At least he knew how to coerce someone like him into tagging along.

"To be fair, though... ain't too bad if you compare it to other jobs. I mean, you could always just sit here and hope for something easier." He remarked with a smug look in his eyes. "I'm sure your Alor wouldn't mind at all if they found out." He was pushing his luck with his smack talking. He knew exactly who the Alor was, he knew him personally... and he definitely wouldn't mind. But that was beside the point. Kayl didn't need to know all that.

"So what's it gonna be, Mando?" He raised his drink to his lips as he sat back. <"Cuyir gar o'r ra not, vod?"> He shrugged with a toothy grin, hoping to rile the warrior up enough to join.

Kayl Krayt

 

[Kayl Krayt]

Tags: Yuri Maji

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"Well... it's kinda... a couple cases of coaxium..." He admitted softly as he glanced down at his drink.

The Misfit nearly spat his drink. A couple cases of coaxium!? A rare form of hypermatter, it was very volatile and unstable in its unrefined state of matter. Refined, however? And if one could find the right buyer for such an exotic and sought after material? A mere hundred milligrams of it was worth its weight in heaps of credits. Certainly enough to last for a lifetime.

His eyes widened and his interest peaked in the wake of Yuri’s words, Kayl returned the pint in his grasp onto the table while the Shistavanen continued. He couldn’t help but notice how Yuri came off incredibly nonchalant about it all; was he not aware of his cargo’s worth? The payout for his efforts to take the coaxium from one planet to another, risking life and limb in the process, was incredibly meager for something so valuable.

"It's refined at least! Stable and prepared for transport... but yeah, not exactly a rugged cargo." He continued.

"It's high risk, high reward. We get that to the customer in one piece and we get a bonus, simple as that. Plus I'm keepin' the cases in an airlock, just in case things go south. I'd rather go home than end up in the next system in a hundred pieces."

His words were not so assuring, but at least he had the foresight to take a credible precaution in the unfortunate event that the cargo might go unstable, if his ship was to suffer significant hull damage in the wake of a very possible interdiction from pirates. Life was certainly the more preferable alternative to death for the young Misfit, as well.

In the momentary silence that befell them both, Kayl took a brief moment to think things through, as he sat back. This was a significantly dicey, and a shady business proposition, through and through. And such an insignificant payout for what they could actually be making? Sure, half of a hundred thousand credits did not sound bad, but it paled in comparison if one were to take into account the worth of the cargo.

Things just didn’t add up in his mind.

And he wasn’t sure if Yuri thought the same. It certainly didn’t seem like it to Kayl at that moment, the way he goaded him with his smug remarks to get him to accept his proposition; The Shistavanen’s friendly smack talk denied the young man to mull over the facts any further. Drawn out of the thoughts in his mind, Kayl returned his gaze onto Yuri’s features.

"So what's it gonna be, Mando?" He raised his drink to his lips as he sat back. <"Cuyir gar o'r ra not, vod?"> He shrugged with a toothy grin.

Yeah. He wasn’t aware of the true value of what he was carrying. Kayl set aside his pint of beer with a gentle swipe with the back of his hand, and leaned in closer to Yuri. ”I’m in,” Kayl told Yuri in a hushed tone, only loud enough for the Shistavanen to hear; he had made up his mind. There was a lot of profit to be made for the both of them than just a hundred thousand, if they played their cards right.

”But we need to talk about a thing or two,” His gaze unwillingly shifted towards a patron in the cantina, a few tables over; The Misfit’s gaze wavered not off the ugly mug of the Twi’lek as he spoke to Yuri, eventually staring him down. ”In private. Come on, we can continue this at your ship,” Kayl suggested as he reached for his pint. People were starting to take mild interest in them, and that meant trouble in the horizon around these parts. Downing the remainder of its alcoholic contents in one gulp, he’d set the glass on the table and reach for his helmet, getting up to leave afterwards, and follow Yuri to his ship.

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[Yuri Maji]

The guy knew his stuff... that was going to cause problems. He just had to know the value of coaxium. That meant he was going to have questions, which meant people were going to start taking interest. As long as he didn't have to explain that it wasn't just one client, he had some wiggle room with the negotiations.

At least he was in. Yuri's gaze shifted to a nearby patron taking a bit too much interest in their conversation for his liking. The Mando knew about private chats as well at least. Finally Yuri seemed to have won the lottery with a partner for this operation. "It ain't parked too far, come on." He muttered, downing his drink before rising to show the way for the Mandalorian. All the while, thoughts swirled in the Shistavanen's mind on how he could play his cards to get a bigger cut out of this. He wasn't going to part ways from the sum total of half the coaxium's value. Even when the partner was another Mando.

Okay, he could probably give the guy a bit more. He was a Krayt, after all.

Walking through she streets, Yuri glanced at the Mando as well as their surroundings for possible eavesdroppers as he made his way to his ship. When they finally reached the hangar, Yuri stopped on the boarding ramp and turned to face the man with mere inches between their faces. "For the record, Kayl... if you shoot me in the back, that client will be gone with me." He warned him softly before making his way to the cockpit of his freighter. Along the way, he hit the switch of his personal quarters to hide his armour behind a sliding door. Hopefully the guy didn't see that.

"By the way, you ain't single, are ya?" He remarked with a chuckle as he started up his ship. Pretty soon they were hovering in orbit while Yuri spun his seat around to look at Kayl. "So you know how much coaxium's worth? I noticed your little reaction back there." He remarked casually as he lit a cigarette.

Kayl Krayt

 

[Kayl Krayt]

Tags: Yuri Maji

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He took the hint.

Kayl watched the Shistavanen’s gaze shift from his to the eavesdroppers some few tables over in the wake of his words, and back onto him not long after.

"It ain't parked too far, come on."

The Misfit spared Yuri a wordless acknowledgement to his voiced out notion to head out with a quick nod of his head, and followed suit. Donning his helmet as he stood up, they were soon out the cantina and walking to his ship.

On their way, the young man flipped open his wrist mounted terminal with the flick of his wrist, and punched in a small set of commands as he walked beside him. <”I hope you don’t mind extra company,”> Kayl said to Yuri, giving him a heads-up. Not long after he closed his terminal, the young Misfit’s mechanical companion stirred awake from its vigilant slumber, not far behind them.

His Basilisk followed them from a distance on the way to the Shistavanen’s ship.

<”An M-Class light freighter…”> the young man casually murmured as they got closer to his ship in the yard, having walked past a variety of other craft until they came to a halt before the one. <”Not a bad choice,”> he remarked as Yuri stopped walking up his ship’s ramp and turned to look at him.

"For the record, Kayl... if you shoot me in the back, that client will be gone with me."

<”Welllll, I’d be lying to you if I said the thought didn’t cross my mind,”> he took the piss with an obvious ridicule in the tone of his voice. With a chuckle in the wake of his words, he shook his head. <”I don’t work like that. Don’t worry,”> he remarked at an attempt of reassurance. Trustworthiness was an important virtue to possess in his line of work. Without that established with a client or in one’s reputation, then you’d be running short on both jobs and creds.

Following him inside, he took in the interior while he issued a command to his mechanical companion; the mechanical beast walked up the ramp without trouble and secured itself in an unoccupied space within Yuri’s cargo hold.

Making sure his ride was firmly secured and would not pose an issue throughout their voyage, the young Misfit joined the Shistavanen in the ship’s cockpit a few moments after.

"By the way, you ain't single, are ya?"

A smirk formed underneath Kayl’s faceplate as he took a seat in the cockpit. <”What, are you worried if I don’t have anyone to weep after me in the event we’d explode with the coaxium in a spectacular fashion?”> he threw him a quip with a chuckle. He’d truthfully answer his question a moment after though. <”No, I got a girl back home,”> he said to him, which reminded him of the fact he should probably respond to her text from before.

:: Sum noodles wiuld slap, ngl. But you wouldn't be to bad either. ::

His smirk grew to a full blown smile as he read her text while Yuri was busy taking them to orbit. He had to get a quick message in before he got into business.

|Dessert after the main course I see. A fine choice, if you ask me.| The Misfit hit “send” after typing up his response, and stowed away his datapad for the time being.

"So you know how much coaxium's worth? I noticed your little reaction back there."

Kayl nodded in response. <”I’m surprised you don’t know,”> he remarked before he informed him. <”Refined, a hundred milligrams of the substance alone is worth sixty million credits,”> he said to Yuri, pausing for a moment for the Shistavanen to digest just how truly valuable his cargo was. <”That’s minus the trade taxes on the market, but it should sell for more in the black market; it’s a sought after resource by many, for a lot of reasons,”>

<”And just how much of it are you tasked with transporting?”> he asked, a hint of skepticism apparent in the undertone of his voice. “A couple of cases” was not exactly descriptive of the amount.

Not to mention things still felt somewhat off to him. Such valuable cargo, and not a single soul sent by Yuri’s client to oversee the delivery and make sure it went smoothly without a hitch…

Something certainly felt off about the cargo.

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[Yuri Maji]

The last thing Yuri suspected to board his ship was a literal Basilisk war droid. It was safe to say that Kayl was part of the Enclave. Those marks weren't lying. He watched wordlessly as the beast boarded his cargo hold and settled rather uncomfortably close to some other precious items he had stored away. He let the machine do its thing without a sound. He knew what those machines were capable of, he wasn't going to challenge it.

In the cockpit, Kayl responded with a remark that made the Shistavanen laugh. "At least. To be fair, an explosion like that ain't the worst way to go." He commented as he spared a glance at the warrior. The guy seemed rather enamoured with a message on his datapad for the moment. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was smiling at. "She at least able to keep up with the Mando line of work?" He asked Kayl with a smirk. But Kayl didn't linger on the topic, soon bringing up the situation with the cargo they were ferrying.

Yuri groaned at the man's questions as he massaged his eyes. He should have known better than to keep a guy like him in the dark. "Six cases." He admitted softly, sparing a glance at the man for a moment. "Trust me, I know how much it's worth. Wasn't tryin' to kark you over, I was tryin' to make sure the gravity of it all didn't get out of control." His left hand shifted a little bit closer to the pistol strapped to his thigh.

"This job's big to me. It can solve a bunch of issues." He took a long pull from his cigarette as he watched the Mandalorian. "The quicker we get to Florrum, the better." He continued, crushing the bud beneath his boot.

Kayl Krayt

 

[Kayl Krayt]

Tags: Yuri Maji

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Six cases.

Although the young Misfit would seem impassive to the revelation from the outside, his features shrouded by his helm, his surprise at the amount Yuri was tasked with delivering would be apparent in his voice. <”Six cases,”> he echoed shortly in the wake of Yuri’s words. That was far more than enough for any soul in the galaxy to live the rest of their lives as royalty, if sold to the right buyer.

"Trust me, I know how much it's worth. Wasn't tryin' to kark you over, I was tryin' to make sure the gravity of it all didn't get out of control."

The Misfit listened to him speak further, as he dwelled on a new set of questions swirling inside his mind. Whoever Yuri had dealt with and took the contract from, there was just no way they would have left those crates without even a single soul sent to oversee the delivery. With that logic he couldn’t help but question the authenticity of the cargo now; were they actually coaxium, or were they fake?

Things certainly felt sketchy the more he dwelled on it, but hey, that was just business as usual; not every job was going to feel right or make sense in his mind. This wasn’t his first job that didn’t feel all that right in his mind, and nor was it going to be his last.

Plus, it didn’t fall onto him to worry about those details. That was on Yuri. He was just the hired muscle, and his job was to make sure the cargo, whether they were carrying actual coaxium or not, reached Yuri’s client intact, all the while protecting the Shistavanen and the cargo from harm’s way.

With such facts he took into consideration in a moment’s notice, he pulled the brakes of his racing mind, and did not voice out his thoughts. The Shistavanen did not seem to humor his overly critical, and somewhat talkative nature all too well either; or he was just starting to run out of patience. The young Misfit could feel he was starting to push it. The subtle shift of Yuri’s hand to his thigh holster did not elude the young man; he did not read a hostile intent in his words nor the action in and of itself, but why risk it?

So he let go and let it ride. He placed his trust in him and his ability, and hoped things turned out well in the end.

"This job's big to me. It can solve a bunch of issues." He took a long pull from his cigarette as he watched the Mandalorian. "The quicker we get to Florrum, the better." He continued, crushing the bud beneath his boot.

He nodded. <”Okay. I’ll be over at my station. Talk to you over the intercom,”> the young man said and stood up to leave to man the guns. Although the layout of the ship was foreign to him, it did not take him long to find his way around to the turret not long after he left. After climbing up the ladder to the turret station, he jacked in his helmet into the ship’s intercom to hear and speak to Yuri after he sat down. <”Comms check,”> his hands gravitated to the controls of the turret as he spoke. Powering the guns under his control with the flip of a switch, he then ran a quick diagnostics check on the armaments.

<”Readout’s nominal. All systems green,”> he reported the readiness of his station, as he gazed out the large glasteel port in front of him, taking in the dark, endless void.

Time to get the show on the road.

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[Yuri Maji]

To Yuri's relief the Mando took his leave and manned the gun turrets, giving the Shistavanen time to breathe for a moment. Still drifting in orbit, Yuri took a moment to calculate the jump to hyperspace and finally hit the lever to envelop the ship in blue streaks. In the blink of an eye they were off to Florrum.

With time to kill, Yuri left the ship on autopilot and left the cockpit for his quarters. He quietly lingered by the gun turret where Kayl was to make sure the guy was still in there. Feeling like he had a moment of time alone, Yuri sneakily pulled his armour from his quarters into the galley along with a cloth and spray to clean his armour off. He wasn't in the mood to explain it to a Mandalorian, but he needed to make sure his gear was ready for a trip like this. Just in case things got hairy. His room would have been safer, were it not for his freshly washed sheets.

After a long while of cleaning, servicing and polishing, Yuri sat back with his helmet in his hands. A faint smile formed as he stared into the visor, his thoughts wandering for a moment. As much as he tried to avoid being associated, he was still proud of it all. Passing his trials, forging the armour with his mother's help, it was something to admire.

His thoughts came to an abrupt end as the ship dropped out of hyperspace, far too soon for his liking. Giving one more glance at Kayl's direction, Yuri left his armour and rushed to the cockpit. "Oh kriff!" He practically yelped as he yanked at the controls to avoid random debris floating around. It didn't take long for the source of the disruption to reveal itself. An enormous freighter hung idly before Yuri's ship, practically torn in half with bits floating around it. "Kayl, look alive." He spoke over the comms.

Kayl Krayt