New Contacts, New Chemistry

[Hessai Venscythe]

The efforts of going through Hutt-Space was always entertaining-one that came through the area with the bigger and nastier looking vessels always paid either higher bribes or longer wait times of inspection-one that made one definitely curious and wary of any of them to make sure things were not accidently "confiscated" by said inspectors looking to make extra creds. Today however with his corvette in the hangar bay and guarded by the twins as the crew spread out, Hessai made his confirmation to meet up with a slicer that was known to hang about his sector of the moon; he was in the need of new companions and contacts alike after the fiasco that was his last job to put him at the head of his now skeletal crew. He was however undressed as far as he felt being in thick clothing and only wearing a durasteel Kevlar-styled plate underneath the clothes and his woebringer on his side. Anything more distinctive would have had the local bravos all over his backside, and he was in the mood fir a drink, not blood up to the elbows.

With that forest and earthy toned attire shifting slightly and hiding that central defence of his body, he stepped into the place he had emailed about meeting the woman. Whether she met him in person or via some holodisk, he was unaware as of yet. for now he made his way to a booth and sat down, waving at one of the waitresses and ordering himself one of the liquors on tap-nothing too heady, but enough to send a thrill through him like juiced and tonicked vodka.

 

[Beowoof]

Not that she outright trusted everyone, but it was typically good practice to meet with one's clients personally--in public, of course. There were telling things about employers that were only truly apparent when one was able to physically appraise their demeanor; posture; attire. They were seeking a slicer, after all. And in Nozomi's experience, most people did not hire slicers for particularly legitimate things. Though, this was Nar Shaddaa. What was legitimate?

She was not a drinker--too detrimental to her health and gym enthusiast body--but what other place to perform shady dealings than in a bar? Come on, seriously. People think the Jedi Council and Sith-whatever decide the fate of the galaxy, but the truth is, it all starts in a cantina. And so the fitness-minded slicer walked into a bar, clad in red windpants and a black tanktop, finished off with the yellow traveler's bag slung casually over her shoulder. Overkill? Maybe. But she preferred this image over the droll, unsocial geek stereotype.

Booth 16. Someone was already making themselves at home. Making her way past the Drunk Dejarik Challenge party, the black-haired, stubby-nosed slicer scooted into the bench opposing Quickdraw McGraw. "You're waiting for Zomi?"

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[Hessai Venscythe]

"I might be, though by what I was to be expecting you look the part." He leaned back and smiled briefly. "That said, I'm looking into some specific sensitive information. You happen to recall what the job was?" It was a simple question enough, with a small defense of proving identity. The job in question had been two things-one where he might gain anonymous access to the bounty boards and the other looking into a lower ranked Sith assassin that was rumored to be visiting the moon either on work or something else. "I would be the first to admit though whether you are true or false, you're certainly as pleasant looking as my blades are sharp."

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[Beowoof]

Nozomi smiled and made a sort of cross-eyed face at the compliment, flattered, but not sure how to take it. Knives were a strange subject to broach--even if indirectly--when meeting someone for the first time.

Oh, yeah. The job. Of course she expected sketchy types to be hiring her in the first place. "Yeah, it's something about checking out the bounty menu and finding a long-lost friend who kills people," she tried to spell out humorously, just in case this was not the client she was looking for and they got skitterish. The slicer brushed some of her hair awkwardly and looked about the bar, just verifying that they were in the line-of-sight of at least a few of the bar patrons. "But you're sure you want to do that?"

The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest.

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