New Blood

[Davin Jusik]

Kalee
Imperial Center
Kriegsherrn Cantina

The cantina buzzed with an air that a particular Imperial Agent hadn't seen in too long, Imperial Cantinas always had a different feel to the native than the casual observer. Max was on a short break from his shadowing of the infamous former leader of the Ravens Lysle, and had taken the time to return back to Imperial Space for it. It'd been a long month. Mostly spent helping a criminal be a criminal from what outside observers could tell, but the Lysle's goals had shifted significantly from what they had been. Then there was Mouse, the enigmatic faceless slicer who'd gotten him out of a couple jams and been a better provider of intel than any organization he'd ever worked for.

But he didn't want to think about those things.

Max spent every waking moment thinking about the mission while he was on the clock.

His lies.

Max shook the poisonous thoughts off and ordered himself a Corellian ale. He certainly killed less people as an Agent than he did as a trooper so that was a plus. Along with not being responsible for the lives of forty men every time he worked.

Not so bad.

Max looked around for a conversation, something to knock him out of his funk.

[member="Maxi"]

 

[Maxi]

Having recently run out of fuel, the young Corelian sighed. Having forced to land he was on a search for a Fuel Depot. The boy was slightly paranoid as he wandered about. He was afraid of the Sith Lord that had destroyed his family. It hasn't been that long since the occurrence and, he had been on the run since. Making the situation worse was the fact that he had no money. He has never mugged anyone and, wasn't planning on doing so let alone go to prison for it.

The boy had been in his normal wear along with a poorly concealed Holdout Blaster on his belt. It only had one charge pack on it. It was probably for self defense if anything had gone down. In all honesty he had been new to so many things. There was a lot this boy has to get used to. From not leaving his home planet to being out in space, running from something that is probably not chasing him anymore and, getting lost. This was no place for a city child... In any case he had made it to the cantina. He entered and was looked at by some of the patrons. He simply shrugged it off and kept moving to the bar.

Moving right next to one of the few other humans in the area he spoke up to the bartender looking right at him. "Uh, Excuse me but, would you know anywhere I could get some fuel... That and some money. Normally you would find jobs at a cantina, correct?"

It was fairly obvious that this was his first time ever asking someone this question. In most cases if he says one thing wrong he might start something. Lets hope this is not one of those situations

[member="Maximilian Vinticus"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

Max gave [member="Maxi"] a quick once over when the teen approached him. A bit awkward sounding, with a pistol tucked away.

"Depends on what you can do, I'm not from around here but I might be able to point you in the direction of someone." Max said before taking another swig of his ale. The kid seemed to be more than a tad desperate. It took all of about ten seconds for his training to kick in and for his mind to start turning towards how he could best manipulate him towards some sort of gain. The feeling it gave when he thought along those terms always made him feel a bit crappy but he couldn't help it. He'd probably run through the process whether he wanted to or not, find out his name and all the other pedigree imformation.

Maybe he could be useful.

 

[Maxi]

The Corellian boy raised his brow as he turned his head to the man next to him. To him this guy seemed... off. What difference would that make though. Alot of people where odd and possibly dangerous. He simply shrugged.

"Well. What direction will I even be going?" The boy took a seat and, leaned more into a direction that allowed him to talk to the man. Something bugged him about this situation. He was definitely desperate though. "Actually... As long as I get money I don't very much mind going anywhere. I have nowhere to go anyways." He waited for the answer. All in all if it goes well enough this could fun.

[member="Maximilian Vinticus"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Maxi"]

Max gave a chuckle at his comment.

"East, west, north, south, vertical? Depends on your talents. Why would that be? Most folks say things like that are either outlaws or orphans."

The kid had set down a little antsy and seemed not entirely comfortable with Max's character. Which give the Agent's profession was a very wise decision on the boy's part. Max checked off a block on his mental checklist. It was important to be a good judge of character in hid line of work, failing that could get you killed.... Or worse.

 

[Maxi]

He thought abit as he sat straight. "I guess you could call me an orphan and a runaway." He mood dampened into what seemed like a depressed state. "Its nothing to talk about. Just..." He took a breath as he lightened up abit "Lets get to talking about that job or whatever." He chuckled lightly

He never liked talking about what happened. Its not a great thing to bring up either so he tends to stay off that subject. At least for the time being.

[member="Maximilian Vinticus"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Maxi"]

"Well you never told me your talents." Max replied coldly, adding an edge of steel to his voice. He wanted to see how far push the boundaries of how uncomfortable he could make the younger man before he got rude. Without being impolite anyway. This would be a first test in a way, if Max was judging his character correctly, on the path to becoming an agent. Orphans were always welcome.

 

[Maxi]

The cold response had irked him slightly. He simply took a breath and looked to the man "Well, I fix droids, ships and, I am an alright pilot. When it comes to fighting, for now, you wont see me there. If you look outside my ship is the Civilian Scouting ship. Would that be all?" He simply responded plainly as if it wasn't a problem. That should answer his questions. At least that is what the boy thinks. He looked forward and waited for another response. The Bartender stared at the boy as if he was going to order and he simply shook his head. The bartender simply walked away with an agitated look on his face

[member="Maximilian Vinticus"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Maxi"]

"I don't know. What you running from?" Max said, slightly turning towards Maxi a bit more, keeping the response cold. He was giving off a federal agent sort of vibe, which technically he was, but of a different stripe. He needed to know what Maxi had done. Most people didn't just take off in any which way without a pressing reason. The fact that he was mechanically inclined was a plus.

The Agency would work with a criminal depending on what they'd done, especially if they had some sort of relevant skill.

 

[Maxi]

"Well I didn't do anything. My parents might have but, I wouldn't know. All I saw was some big guy with a red lightsaber." Just thinking about it agitated him. He felt like punching something but, all he did was grit his teeth and clench his fists on the table. He tried to calm down "Would that be all or would you like a name too?" His anger slipped through slightly in the tone of his voice. It wasn't threatening but it was different for someone like him.

[member="Maximilian Vinticus"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Maxi"]

A small grin moved across Max's face as the teen opposite him gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. The boy had a temper, which would be useful once he was taught how to control it's tells. A temper was often a sign of grit.
"I would actually. I think I know a place for you, but you'll have to go through some tests, and it's liable to be the hardest thing you've ever done." He chugged the rest of his ale before placing down a credit chip for it and standing up.

"You coming?" Max asked.

 

[Maxi]

After taking a breath and raising his brow once again to the man. The boy simply shrugged as he got up "Sure. Hard or not I guess it wouldn't matter." He began to follow "Would you at least mind telling me where we are going? Better know now then later."

[member="Maximilian Vinticus"]

 

[Davin Jusik]

[member="Maxi"]

"You'll see." Max replied with a chuckle.

"First thing you'll probably want to do is sell that ship. You won't need it in training." He continued moving as he spoke, heading towards the area where his ship was hidden. He needed to get the recruit to Center as quickly as he could in order to fill out the necessary paperwork and begin training. The state of the galaxy was turning precarious and they needed to crank out agents for the coming trouble.

 

[Maxi]

The boy simply shrugged. "Let me just clean it out first and then we can sell it. I doubt we will get much for it though. Its only factory issue." He simply followed "Should I just go now or will I have to do that later?" He asked, still confused about the situation.