Private Old world blues

[Ves Fett]

Locale: Nar Shadaa, undisclosed dive bar.
Careena Fett

She stepped into the place, looking around. There were a few vagrants here and there, but it would be a few hours more before it picked up. Hopefully, by then, Ves would have what she needed. This rundown hole was one of the more popular joints in the area, which meant that there would be a number of less than moral individuals there, some of whom could be unsavoury. The less attention the Fett got, the better.

Hanging her tattered trenchcoat on the hook by the door, Ves sauntered over to the bar, taking a seat and looking around for a rather familiar Fett.

"What'll you have, dear?" Ves glanced over to see the bartender, a remarkably short Mirialan, looking at her with all the interest of someone who had clearly had enough and wished to finish the shift early.

"Cup of Malt, please love." she hummed in reply, watching as the woman put the drink together. She knew better than to let someone she had never met to make a drink without her careful dark eyes on them. In her world, paranoia was as necessary as a blaster. Once Ves had her drink in hand, she surveyed the bar, paying more attention to her surroundings. Off in the corner was the stage, void of people but full of instruments, various brass horns off to the side, a grand piano, a bass, a drum set, and a microphone. Since no music was playing, the polished dance floor was empty, and even then, the few people sat at the bar, or the tables wouldn't exactly make for a great party.


Hopefully, Careena would show, she wasn't one for being late like Ves usually was when she was too strung out on spice to be coherent.

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[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Nar Shadaa​

| Company | Ves Fett ​

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It would be about half an hour of Ves waiting alone before any news of Careena's arrival would come by. The door to the bar would slide open as a Mandalorian woman clad in armor as white as snow stepped in, the door shutting behind her as she scanned the room. Her gaze would fall upon a familiar face as she made her way over to Ves, reaching up with both hands as she removed her helmet and placed it on the bar as she took a seat next to her fellow sister in arms, speaking in Mandalorian as she greeted her, << Greetings Ves... It's been a while.>>​

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The bartender would walk over and ask if Careena wanted a drink, the woman raising a hand as she shook her head. She only drank on occasions worth celebrating. Careena raised a hand up to her face, brushing her hair back as she continued to speak in Mando'a, <<Apologies for the tardiness. Ran into some trouble along the way here, but nothing too severe.>> The woman would raise a leg up as she propped it against her knee, an arm resting on the raised leg as she spoke once more, << I trust you've been taking care of yourself? >>​

 

[Ves Fett]

"Its Hutt turf, its the biggest wart on the galaxy, no surprise some halfwits from the local crime families tried causin' problems."


She knew them lot well as any, quite the collection of cutthroats, fraudsters and smugglers. Like sharks to blood in the water, if they sensed weakness they'd come for you. First with words, then with the blade if you saw through whatever half-cooked scheme they sent your way. That had been her crowd though, especially after the decimation of Clan Fett. Employment was easy in Hutt space if you were talented at murder. The pay was pretty good too. Sometimes they paid in credits, sometimes in gems, sometimes in drugs. It was all the same to Ves.

"I'm alive an well i suppose, what of you these days? heard from Koda?"


Careena Fett

 

[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Nar Shadaa​

| Company | Ves Fett ​

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Careena interlocked her fingers with one another resting her clasped hands on her knee as she kept an eye on the crowd around her. Nar Shadda was an awful sith hole of a planet with plenty of people looking to make a quick credit off of selling valuables. The armor of a Mandalorian was certain to fetch a fine price along with such bragging rights; all for those foolish enough to think such a task would be easy of course were not long for the world though. She simply nodded in agreement to Ves speaking of it being Hutt turf. It wasn't an ideal place to be, but at least it was a place that she could handle if push came to shove with little issue.​

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Careena shrugged in response, " The same as usual, fighting the good fight and making sure the Sith pay for all that they have done. Their time is short and they are losing systems faster than I had anticipated. While I don't like the New Imperial Order, they certainly have been more productive than the hit and run raids we had been conducting against the Sith before then. " A small smile would curl onto her lips at the thought of the Sith having their asses handed to them before quickly vanishing, " Of course the Sith's price has not been paid in full yet for the loss of all our brothers and sisters... "​

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She tapped her knee a few times with her fingers as she switched topics to their former Alor. " As for Koda... As far as I know, has been keeping to his usual self. He always preferred to be a lone wolf. There is not a doubt in my mind that he is out there still alive, though part of me wishes he would return and take up the mantle of Alor once again. There is still none among those of us that remain that are more fit for that title. " ​

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[Ves Fett]

"Aye yeah, heard those Imperial types up north are quite the vicious bunch, made some inroads against Carnifexs lot, they payin' you good?"


While she was not one for order in her life, she could admire Tavlars boys for their gut and determination to fuck the decrepit Sith monolith into the ground. Ves reckoned that she could probably bet half her credits on the Sith falling apart in the next year or two. Probably get filthy rich off the stipends too, maybe if old Careena was making bank. There'd be room for her too. But Ves herself had links to Rynn's lot, and she wasn't sure if Rynn respected the sacred mercenary mantra of working for the highest bidder. After all, she had to make money and look for some avenue to avenge her clan.

"Brynadul is crawling up their behinds and the Imperial storming their turf, planet by planet and system by system, the Zambrano family are in real dire straits," she sniggered behind her cup, taking a swig before placing it down once more. Retrieving a cigarra from her pocket and taking a lighter from another. She offered a second cigarra to Careena as a gesture.


"Do you smoke?"


Careena Fett

 

[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Nar Shadaa​

| Company | Ves Fett ​

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Careena glanced at the T-visor of her helmet which rested on the bar, staring blankly back at her with her reflection in the onyx black void as if contemplating a lifetime seen through it. Her gaze would shift as Ves spoke, returning to her as she asked how the pay was, " They pay well, though the chance to fight the Sith Empire with backing certainly is far more rewarding. We're able to hit them harder and make more of an impact. Some of them would make fine warriors for the Clans should they ever choose to follow our ways. "​

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She uncrossed her legs as her hand moved to her belt, her thumb brushing along the tops of the pouches at her side as she tapped her fingers in a rhythmic fashion while Ves talked about the Brynadul for a bit and how the Zambrano dynasty was starting to fall apart. She nodded in agreement before speaking, " The cracks of their arrogance have finally caught up to them, and now the very foundations of their family are starting to be shaken along with their empire. It will be a day to celebrate when it comes, and I am keen to see it happen within my lifetime. "​

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She'd look at the cigarra offered to her before shaking her head.​

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