Private Lunch money-- Bounty of Jerec Asyr and the chicken

[Vyri]

Vryi hadn't asked the whats or the why, and frankly it didn't matter. She wasn't one to often take a bounty, but after costing her crew a warehouse of goods after a certain raid arranged by Alkor Centaris ... well, she had debts to pay.

Again.

That and she was hungry. Like h a n g r y hungry. So hungry she saw the chicken on the bounty bulletin and that was that. As life would have it, she was already in the area. Sources reported a certain ship had been seen floating down to the spacedocs of Skor ll, its back end burnt to a crisp. No clue what went down there, but scum did as as scum do. Probably burned another crew and scored himself another bounty.

She should look into that.

She kicked out a foldable chair and flopped down it, her eyes constantly drifting to the docked Infinity Free.

Her stomach growled. She opened up a pack of cards.

Jerec Asyr
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[Jerec Asyr]

It wasn't his first time flat broke and out of gas in a Wild Space starport, not by a long shot. First time in years he didn't have Quekko with him to commiserate, though. The little Apokka, Jerec's longtime first mate, was dead. Jerec had absolutely no idea what to do.

He'd given his friend a burial in deep space somewhere around Sluis Van, not that Jedi laser cannons had left much of Quekko's body intact. Force, thinking about it shut him down hard. He had no memory of flying the last ten thousand light-years. If not for the whole 'flat broke' thing, that amnesia would have been alcohol induced. He didn't even have any glitterstim left; Quekko's last cargo, the one he'd died for, had gone to pay down debts and fix the damage that the Jedi inflicted on the Infinity's Free.

Suffice it to say, by the time a regrettably sober Jerec Asyr stumbled down the ramp, he was in a mood.

Vyri

 

[Vyri]

Vyri wasn’t one for blunt encounters. She had a gun, and she was damn good with it to boot. But manhandling others to bend to her will? Well, that depended on how badly they didn’t want to get shot. The sood that walked off the ship looked as if he had been through jail run and back again. She almost felt bad for him, Vryi wasn’t one to knee cap someone when they were down— they had all been there.

She was just really hungry.



“Jerec Asyr?” Her voice came from behind him as he hit the streets, the woman slipping out from behind the cargo box she had crept to. She leveled her blaster to his head, and he’d be staring down a barrel if he turned to face her.

“I’m afraid I need you to come with me.”

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Vyri

Soon as she said his name, he knew. He froze right there in the street. Slowly, he turned around and gave the bounty hunter a look at his red eyes and general lack of couth and kempt.

He kept his hands open and well away from his body - including the TOTT Arc Light gun on his right thigh and a knife in his boot.

"Any other day I'd run my mouth, banter and such, but I just finished burying my best friend. So you want to bring me in, take your fething shot."

 

[Vyri]

“...” The gun lowered ever so slightly, her brow raising. “Really? That’s what we’re going with here? That usually work?”

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Vyri

He wanted to draw down on her and see who won. He wanted it so much it scared him.

"You're a bounty hunter, look it up. My whole life savings just went for a mark on the Jedi who took him out at Kessel. This is a real bad day. Guess it can always get worse."

 

[Vyri]

No really, he was good. This was good. This was so believable she actually felt something for him. She’d be taking a page out of this book. She held his gaze, her grip unwavering as she felt him out.

Aw Feth. She couldn’t do that to a guy.

She let the gun drop, huffing. “...Wanna fake em out and steal the bounty?” She offered, a bit of hope to her dulling tone. So hungry. Why did she have to care?

“Fifty-fifty.”

 

[Jerec Asyr]

"That usually work?" he said drily. "We're talking about the forty K that guy put on me, right? Hego Hill, the banker? Nah, life's too short to risk scamming that half a Muun. Heh."

Guns or no guns, he wiped his mouth and sat down on a Squib-scale dumpster.

"Hego's a tricky bastich. You make a move, he already knew and put a bomb on your ship or something. True story."

 

[Vyri]

“Well I don't have a ship. And you, well,” she glanced behind them, at the signs of what occurred.

“Not much left to blow...” She sat down besides him, the gun held easily in her hand— finger off the trigger and pointed elsewhere. Feth. This was awkward.

“Could sell the ship?” She pitched in, despite knowing the stranger’s answer. No one ever wanted to sell their ship. She scratched the back of her neck, trying to work out the next best step that kept her head on and her pockets full. “Find a doppelgänger?”

Vryi was less a bouncer hunter and more a con artist. That much would become clear as she mused, her most obvious solutions a far cry different than simply cashing him in and getting out.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

He tensed up at the idea of selling the ship.

"You like an angle. Huh. You like a good stunt and you're hungry for it. Just my guess."

A sigh got out.

"I've got enough enemies to scam from now until the return of Akala. Mostly I've been running, trying to live a nice free life, but I think I'm done. I'll make you a deal. You stick with me and I will make you rich the fun way."

A fuzzy Squib hooker sauntered by.

"Heists, I mean."

 

[Vyri]

He wasn’t far off the mark, she’d give him that much. He didn’t get much credit for reading into the moment, girls like her felt like a dime a dozen now a days.

For heists. Not stripping.

Maybe it was just where she came from, not that she’d speak much on that, but she admired his honesty. It was raw. Or just another con, either way she was intrigued. She kept this on the download, her features school as she gave a long shrug.

“That’s what they all say,” she told him dryly. She leaning forward to watch a squib fuss over a coin on the ground. It couldn’t pick it up. On closer inspection, it seemed to be glued down. Vyri snorted at the prank, turning to give the man a summarizing glance.

“Meals included,” she countered. “And fresh bedding. None of that moldy chit. It gives me allergies.”

 

[Jerec Asyr]

"You'll eat as good as the rest of us, which isn't great. Lots of rehydrated ribenes and frozen burtos. Fresh produce when we make landfall, and I don't like being on planets. Bedding's clean - I hate mold on my ship - but you do your own laundry to keep it that way."

Jerec slapped his knees and stood.

"There's other folks who work crew slots - a cold fish sword chick named Ay Ge and some kind of runaway Serreno nobleman named Lucien Dooku . Both about your age, Duke might be younger. I've never asked." He chuckled. "I've never been big on paperwork. But you'll get a fair share of the profit when there's profit, and a safe bunk when there's not. We got a deal, what's-your-name?"

 

[Vyri]

Vyri stood up, Unphased by the turn of events. Life's twists and turns were as normal as breathing to her, the woman well use to adapting to a change of pace.

She slipped her blaster back into her pant line, the bounty on his head fading to the back of her thoughts. A long term income was better than a one off any day.

“Aight, but food starts now,” she insisted, running a hand through her hair. “Name’s Ley— where’s those others?” Her gaze gave a wary glance towards the ship, ready for a vindictive set up.

Naturally.

 

[Jerec Asyr]

"Well, I don't feel like socializing, not this soon after..." He couldn't bring himself to say burying Quekko. "...so I'll just call the ship and you can go on in, pick a room, get some food."

No sudden movements, he pulled a comlink and dialed the intercom on the Infinity's Free.

"Hi folks. I'm gonna disappear tonight. Hired us a new set of hands. She's coming aboard, so don't shoot her, just set her up with room and board, get to know her if you're up to it. And get her name while you're at it. If none of you are aboard, don't worry about it - well, and I guess you won't hear this anyway. Night kids. Be good."

Ay Ge Lucien Dooku Amea Virou Vyri

 

[Vyri]

Fair enough.

She listened to him talk, a faint smirk hitting her lips as he called out her name lie. He signed off. She glanced back to the ship, as if doing so might gleam a sign of life.

The hull remained a hull— Metal and very opaque.

“...thanks,” she told him, happy to leave him to it. She got what he was going through. Really.

With no further words, his would-be bounty hunter turned for his door, walking in with no regard for what might be waiting inside.

She stopped at the thresh hold, her blue eyes a little softer as she called back out. “Hey. ... sorry about your friend.”

She held his gaze for a moment, then stepped in.

 

[Ay Ge]

Unless busy with some other task at hand Ay would usually find herself in the ship. Making maintenance rounds along the freighter, ensuing the ship was kept in prime condition. It stemmed a bit from her care of personal weapons and other gear, wanting to make sure nothing when wrong in during certain events. The same was said to the ship on which they flew, to an extent it needed the most care least they wind up floating in the middle of space with dead engines or life support.

Her patrol being interrupted at the sound of Jerec's voice coming to life through the comlink, at the same time Ay's crimson eyes looking out towards two figures approaching the ship. One being said captain, the other a women of unknown origin, herself concluding this to be the 'new set of hands' mentioned in the short message. Detouring from her current route Ay slowly her way over to the women, giving her a bland emotionless stare, "statement, I am assuming you are the new crew member mentioned by the captain and not an intruder".

Jerec Asyr Vyri

 

[Amea Virou]

Jerec Asyr / Vyri / Ay Ge

It didn't feel right to go back to the ship so soon after the burial of her avian friend. It was just a dumb weedpecking little idiot of a creature, but… It was still somehow part of the family and even if the loss felt small it was still felt. As if someone far bigger had been lost to the misfits and oddballs that had gathered in Jerec's little freighter.

Grief felt oddly familiar but she pushed through it, handled it with the rest of the crew as the time passed. More than anything she felt sorry for Jerec who despite everything had shown his true colors as a person Amea could always rely on for a good paycheck. Not the quite her best buddy, or someone she would trust with her most personal secrets, but someone that was always available.

She had read the message for a new crew member. While weird timing, well, did it really matter? The circumstance was made even more curious as that vaguely familiar face stepped aboard the ship. Amea couldn’t help but raise her brow at the brunette that went up the ramp as they looked at one another.

“Oh,” She said and chuckled with a weak grin. “It’s you. She's fine, Ay. Welcome aboard.”

"I... Have some books I need to get to. " With slight raise of her shoulder Amea offered Vyri a weak shrug and began to move over to seek out the privacy of her own room and bury herself in her books. Old records of worlds that had been lost to the Gulag Plague, the real uplifting materials. It made time pass.

 

[Vyri]

Vyri blinked at Ay Ge as the woman addressed her, the emotionless stare matched by a raise of Vyri's brow. "...Answer... yes," she sassed back. Her mind reeled for who else she might be, until she was interrupted by a familiar voice. A grin touched Vyri's lips. She turned on her heels, her expression faltering at the obvious grief that lingered in Amea Virou .

"Hi. Yeah... sure. ... See you," Vryi dismissed, giving an awkward wave. She watched Amea walk away as quickly as she came, the turn of events leaving more questions than answers. Only once the door closed behind Amea did Vyri speak again, a frown pulling at her lips.

"Geeze. Who died exactly?" She glanced over Ay.

 

[Ay Ge]

She didn’t know if the response from the newcomer was sarcastic or from a legitimate though about her being a robot of some sort. It did tend to happen a lot but she didn’t pay much mind, the reply being satisfactory, “acknowledged, welcome abroad“.

Seems she would need to get another cabin set up, lately their crew had grown to a decent size, even with the recent loss of Apokka. It was a shame the small avian mate was not longer around, Ay had found him quite the unorthodox and interesting combatant.

before she could continue with any more introductions Amea Virou apporched, seeming to know the newcomer, assuring that they were reputable. Meant less observation would be needed, speeding the whole crew induction along. Her lifeless like gaze turning back towards Vyri, “answer, first mate Apokka has recently passed away, as such the moral of more crew members is less then optimal. Hyposthisis, there may be a chance though that her mood may be from another source“. If so Ay didn’t know, she hadn’t spent much time with Amea Due to other duties taking priority.

 

[Vyri]

"Riiiight, that'll do it. What's an apokka again? A Turkey? Better not give me his room," she commented, pushing past Ay and exploring the halls deeper in. She really didn't need no ghosts. She had seen one once-- never again.

"Right well, show me the food and then my bunk and I'll be out of your hair." She patted the bag on her back, assuring herself everything was there. Which wasn't much, one might note, but it got her by. Tonight had been relatively easy in terms of gains.

A few hours sending her butt numb on a look out perch in exchange for food and a bed? Dope. A ship to escape out on? Bonus.

Bit hard to be hunted when you're no longer around. Funny how things came full circle there.