Meliorism

[Madison M. Maxwell IV]

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(n.) the belief the world can get better; the belief that humans can change the world​

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Klatooine, Un-named Trading Settlement Outskirts, Midday | You Wish You Were Red

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"Kriff, I got sand in my eye."

Wiping delicately at her face with a clean, robotic finger, Orsolya took a moment to reflect on how she'd wound up on this backwater hellhole, in this backwards hellhole situation. Not by choice, that was for sure, if she had a choice she'd be somewhere that didn't involve trillions of little granules that could dig into her circuitry and wreak havoc on her systems. Already out of the corner of her eye she could see environmental meters going off, warning her of overexposure.

Tough. She wasn't gonna wear long-sleeves in the desert.

The motley crew of bounty-hunters she had signed on with weren't exactly impressive either. A Twi'lek, a Trandoshan, and a Teevan. They were the three T's with that, which stopped being funny to her team almost as soon as she brought it up. Four T's, technically, if Orsolya counted her Themian heritage, but it felt better to not rehash old material like that especially since that Trando's teeth kept getting sharper by the minute. The ugly lizard had, somehow, been declared their defacto leader and had decided to haul them out to Hutt Space in search of a good target, and had apparently found a worthy one on this dustball. That in and of itself was to be applauded; Klatooine seemed utterly barren. To top it off, they had minimal information about who they wanted to hit, why they were doing it, or even what they were getting. The Trando-- Vrak? Vrov? It was something with a V, oh well --simply told them to trust him. Trust... Amateurs. You don't trust anyone in the business. And watching how her rather dry sense of humour grated on the trio would never not be funny to Orsolya.

Vrov-- It was Vrov, that was it --flicked his lizard eye over to the young woman as she lowered her blaster and went to wipe furiously at her own quickly-tearing up eye, and if a snout could scowl it was certainly trying, "Thatssss the fourth time that'ssss happened. Removing them would be eassssier."

"Try it, reptile. I'll skin you." Orsolya snapped back and only a hissing, annoyed grunt was her reply from their leader. She blinked a couple time in her right eye to ensure the irritant was out before her gaze returned to the businessman they were sticking up. Well, to be fair, the Twi'lek and the Teevan were doing all the sticking-up now, rifles raised and trained on the unlucky target. Tir, the rather dark blue Twi'lek male who had always seemed somehow grumpier than the lizard, started rattling off a list of the demands to their new 'friend' with a rather greedy glint to his eyes, "10,000. Consider it a travel tax." Another snapping hiss of approval from the Trandoshan. You'd make a nice pair of boots, Orsolya thought as she gave Vrov a side-glance, maybe that'd keep you from spitting everywhere.

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Spoiler: Interacting With

[member="Itash Mecetti"]

 

[Itash Mecetti]

[member="Orsolya Saris"]

It is often said that expectations had a tendency to turn sour once life had its turn.

No different for one Itash of House Mecetti, exiled Lord and mercenary captain. The day had started rather well and pleasant. Oh, the world was crapsack and made the Tapani wonder what sort of gruesome sins these people had commited in their past to be forced to toil away here in the heat and the sand, but other than that it had basically been perfect.

A nice business transaction had left him a touch richer than he had arrived as. The mansion had been pleasant, the drinks cool and the women agreeable.

Tash had not assumed that it would follow with him at the end of a pair of blaster barrels. They seemed like amateurs, of course. Holding the blasters in a way that spoke of trend and coolness, rather than true experience.

But even an amateur's finger can squeeze the trigger and get lucky. It was for that reason that his hands were raised.

"Are we really going to do this in the open?" Tash wondered out loud. He ignored the demand for now, this wasn't the right place for it. Too many variables and not enough control. They needed something more secluded for this.

"What?" One of them, the Twi'lek, asked before immediately wanting to follow it up with a 'shut the kark up'. But he had given Tash an opening and that was all he needed really. "Anyone can walk past here and turn this thing sour or violent. You want a secluded place, like that abandoned sack there."

Head nodded towards one of the buildings at the edge of town.

"Shut the kark-" the Twi'lek tried to say, but was interrupted again. This time by the third T, the silvery shiny Teevan. Just an inch soft spoken in comparison to the others, more thoughtful too. "...He might have a point, Tir..."

 

[Madison M. Maxwell IV]

Klatooine, Un-named Trading Settlement Outskirts, Midday | You Wish You Were Red

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Orsolya watched as the gears turned in the Trandoshan's head. it was like observing a calculation for lightspeed being done, except it was being done by hand by a particularly unintelligent creature. His grotesque eyeballs snapped to look over at Itash with a violent intensity, meanwhile the short girl next to him just studied her blaster out of boredom.

"Fine. Go. Ssssslowly." Vrov snapped, his weapon gesturing now, the barrel waving towards the building he'd indicated. Orsolya just gave her defacto boss a side-glance -- Really, letting him pick the place? -- but with a shrug of her prosthetic arms she raised her own armament, keeping that same neutral expression. With that endorsement from their leader, the Twi'lek and the Teevan began to shift, as if herding Itash towards his chosen meeting place.

But it was going very slowly. She rolled her eyes as she watched the two move like they were in the vicinity of an angry Rancor as opposed to a seemingly willing hostage, suppressing a snicker at how ridiculous the scene looked. Still, they were doing their job, and prodding their quarry towards the old building.

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Spoiler: Interacting With

[member="Itash Mecetti"]