One Man's Bread, Another Man's Bounty(Hamish/Open)

[Christian Slade]

Coruscant

Secret Bounty Hunter's Guild Hideout

Coruscant was home to many, including those who would prefer to remain unknown to the general public. Christian was one of those who preferred to slip under the radar and have no name in politics or news. He was a young and powerful Sith, but he was also very wise to the fact that most dangerous men had no names.

That was why whenever he employed a Bounty Hunter or a Mercenary for a job he came there, to the guild's secret meeting ground. Sure, he was never invited deeper into the workings of the area and he didn't have access to backrooms or a connection to the network of thieves and hunters, but he knew a few of them well, at least, well enough to be welcome into the few bar and/or inns that they worked and communicated with employers out of.

The Rat's Nest, was the name of the bar he was in, and it might as well have been an actual rat's nest from the look of it's general populace. Still, he wasn't there for any of them. He was there to take a look at the Bounties on the board, which was an item displayed in all of their establishments, though it took a sharp eye to read and understand their meaning just in case the wrong set of eyes got a glimpse.

It was there he searched for bounties on those who practiced the dark arts of the force, his eyes gazing up at a large board with pictures and information. Sith, for the most part, but even still some others claimed to be "Dark Jedi" or simply praised themselves as Practitioners of "The Dark Side". Either way, he needed some leads for Dark artifacts and relics, and many of the men and women who made the Bounty Hunter's list were prime real estate for information that he might not already possess.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Christian Slade"]


She pulled her black cloak around her body and raised the cowl over her head, as she slipped into the Rat's Nest, a notorious bar for bounty hunters. Beneath the cloak, Coci is dressed in her black body suit and boots, her weapons clipped to her belt, one blaster, a pistol and her new lightsaber. The bar seems a little quiet tonight, more then usual however, that can change in the blink of an eye. The darkened atmosphere of the place allowed for 'business' to take place within the cone of the shadows and tables and booths lined the place. She noticed several groups look in her direction as she walked to the bar.

The eye of the bar keep fell on her as he approached, whipping a glass with a less then clean piece of rag. He did not speak, no attention to costumer service, but looked at her with a cautious eye.

"Water", she whispered and with a grunt the bar keep turned away to fetch the insipid drink.

Tonight she is here to 'keep her finger on the pulse' .. as she puts it, Coruscant her place of work mostly and she needed to keep in touch with it heart.

 

[Hamish McNair]

When Hamish wasn't out blasting people, he was in bars getting blasted. A mercenary's life was a simple one, he had come to find, with little rules or responsibilities and lots of parties and celebrations. That being said, a small part of him yearned for a regime, a routine, one that demanded discipline and order. The professional soldier within him made him itch and feel slightly uncomfortable in his current locale. Which was the Rat's Nest, a bar he'd come to know well following the Empire's dissolution.

In a far corner booth, he sat, surrounded by seven other men who were also ex-Empire. They were his mercenary squad and they still referred to Hamish as 'Captain'. It was apparent that old habits are hard to forget. Before him sat a tumbler filled with Corellian whiskey, though the faded colour of the liquid led Hamish to believe that it was watered down. Frowning for the past half hour, he had been debating whether to question the barkeep over the legitimacy of the whiskey.

Finally, after much mental debate, he shrugged to himself and took a swig of the beverage, eyes sweeping across the bar. He caught sight, like many other patrons, of a cloaked woman making her way to the bar. He didn't stop to stare, instead taking note of the other patrons within the establishment. Your usual crowd of mercenaries and bounty hunters, mix-mashed with those seeking temporary employees. Crime lords, warlords, debt collectors, even a few divorcees. Then Hamish caught sight of a man gazing at the bounty board perhaps a little too intensely.

With a grunt, Ham pulled himself out of the booth and made his way over to the man, whiskey tumbler still held in his right hand. He felt the curious stares of some patrons bore into the back of his head as he moved, causing him to roll his shoulders in a display of slight discomfort. Upon reaching the man, he leaned against the wall the bounty board was mounted on and gestured to it with his whiskey glass.

"You're crazy if you're even thinking about going after those force user contracts," Ham uttered. It was half a conversation starter and half warning.

@[member="Christian Slade"] | @[member="Coci Sinopi"]

 

[Connor Harrison]

He didn't mind these routine undercover patrols of places like the Rat's Nest, it was in his area after all and he knew most of the city pretty well...but it did drag sometimes.

Sitting against a small table on the far wall, he had a good view over the bar, the various patrons walking in and hours later stumbling, or falling, out.

He was thankfully in his civ clothing, away from his usual CSF tunic and blast vest. It was a simple cream and black combo, nothing too fancy and nothing too distracting. Trousers, boots and a plain tunic in which he wore a light jacket over it. His DS-15s sidearm was by this thigh, thankfully with a permit to carry the weapon without his CSF licence to hand but he tried to evoke someone passing through; a smuggler, a pilot... who knew.

Thumbing his glass of Blue Milk, he kept himself to himself but his eyes were always on the move, watching and waiting for any sign of trouble. It was known to many that Bounty Hunter's used this bar as a meeting point or to collect information on targets, but he wasn't a one man army or an Emperor; he wasn't going to take down every Bounty Hunter who crossed his path.

He was there, as his shift dictated, to keep the peace and act as a Defender of the Galaxy. He smiled to himself as that last title, always on his mind, was his own creation.

@[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Hamish McNair"] @[member="Christian Slade"]

 

[Christian Slade]

Christian had been eyeing the board for a few minutes now, and of course, had drawn the attention of half the bar. He was out of place as he just stood there examining it like he was without thought to those around him. He just stood there and sipped his glass of whiskey as he eyed those names, some he knew, some he didn't. His attention was only just broken when the front door creaked open and a young, attractive woman walked through the door. He watched her for a time, those golden eyes gleaming over his shoulder before turning back to the board in front of him. She was possibly the only other one aside from himself in the bar that shared a connection with the force, although hers was more faint than his own.

Soon he turned his eyes away from her, though his attention was very much still on her. He was keeping a tab on that one for the time being, not knowing who she was or what her alignment might be, though he could sense that it seemed to be teetering on the line between the light and the dark. He began, again, to examine the board in front of him again, taking another sip of his whiskey and grimacing as he glanced at the glass and back up to the board. It was good, but it had been watered down a bit. This was something that he would surely be discussing with the bartender later on that evening.

For now, he stomached the poor service and minded his own business, or tried to. Shortly after the realization that his whiskey could be better, Christian was interrupted by a man who posted up on the wall next time him, warning him of the names on that board and that it might be unwise to pursue such targets. To that, he smirked, but his golden eyes remained in the direction of the board, slowly scanning from name to name.

"It's a good thing I'm crazy then, I suppose.", Christian said, finally looking away from the board and into the face of Hamish, a man he had not yet been introduced to. He stood there for a moment, unmoved and watching carefully taking in every aspect of the man's characteristics before he decided that it would do him no good to be rude. He took his glass in his other hand and held out his right, taking another sip of his whiskey before he said, "Christian..."

@[member="Hamish McNair"] @[member="Ben Trasker"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

@[member="Christian Slade"] @[member="Ben Trasker"] @[member="Hamish McNair"]


She kept to her self for the most part, as she continued to sip at her drink, her eyes took in the entire room. Coci's black eye piercing into the very dark recesses .. more then most beings can do, she can see far more then most, even without the use of the force. Her eyes kept flicking back to a man standing but a notice board, his aura one that screamed of darkness and his presence within the force strong and powerful.

However she turned away not wishing to be seen watching. This too would draw unwanted attention and no doubt she would be confronted for it. She can handle herself in these situation but still there is no need to invite it.

She noticed a man seated by himself .. a big man with a strong look of authority and no not to be messed with. Although casual in his appearance he was anything but ... she looked over him with a cautious eye.

 

[Connor Harrison]

His fingers were laced, forming a small resting place for his chin, as his elbows propped him up on the table. His eyes were flittering around the bar, neon lights from the streets outside cascading patterns on the wall beside him. The bar was nice and full, plenty of opportunists in tonight.

The board housing what looked like the current list of bounties posted was full, and there were a few interesting figures huddled around taking a look. Nothing out of the ordinary at least, but he kept his on them because they could be more dangerous to those around them than expected.

And there it was, just for a second, that feeling of eyes on him. Without moving, his eyes darted right towards the bar. The hooded figure sat there was directing his gaze on him. Trasker couldn't see under the cowl thanks to the light from outside working against him, but the figure was slightly imposing, trying to conceal themselves in the darkness.

Trasker didn't break his stare at the figure as his awareness was heightened. Whoever this guy was, he was trying to intimidate him. It wasn't working as he was probably some guy with a small score to settle, or simply just drunk.

Smirking softly to himself and shaking his head, he picked up his glass and finished the last mouthful of his now warm Blue Milk from the table and set it back down, licking his lips softly at the taste.

Returning to resting his chin on his hands, Trasker once more made sure it was clear his eyes were now focusing on the noticeboard, and the figure at the bar.

@[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Christian Slade"] @[member="Hamish McNair"]

 

[Christian Slade]

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@[member="Ben Trasker"] @[member="Coci Sinopi"] @[member="Hamish McNair"]