OUTLAWS: The Arbra Run

[Damon Riggs]

Riggs sat in the back of a cantina in Mos Eisley's waiting for his crew to arrive. Some feelers had been put out that he had work, needed a couple of extra hands for his next run, and wanted people who didn't ask questions. Damon would provide the work as long as those applying didn't ask any questions. This meant he wasn't going to be negotiating his rate either. What he said he could guarantee was exactly that, a guarantee. Fortunately there were a couple of people who had been able to do exactly that, and Teyla was supposed to be bringing someone along as well. Naturally there was always a spot for [member="Rocco"] as well if he wanted it. The space monkey knew where to find him, always.

As it was the job was simple. They had weapons to run, with the CIS banner stamped on the crates, to Arbra. From the chatter going down around the Galaxy, The First Order and the Sith Empire were already dividing up the space vacated by the Galactic Alliance into their own little pockets. Riggs didn't like it, and made a deal with the one man who hated it more than he did. The Vicelord of the CIS was eager to ensure that no "Empire" would take control of the vacant space. Riggs job was simple... get the guns in the hands of those who could stir a rebellion.

Arbra was the first stop in this on going mission. That's really what it was despite the fact Damon was a smuggler. The CIS had already taken Naboo under their wing, and Arbra was the next natural location. This was a pre-arrival type job. With less than 8,000 human on the planet, the Confederacy knew that swift action was needed if they wanted to ensure the world was safe. That's where Riggs came in. With less people he could mobilize faster and create some good propaganda for Confederacy involvement in the world. Arbra could be more than a planet that was a colony or the protectorate of some faction. Under the Confederacy they could thrive as well as they had, or more, under the Galactic Alliance.

With a whiskey bottle on the table, and glass in his hand, Riggs waited. They would be arriving soon, and once they did, it would be time to take off. It wasn't supposed to be a flashy mission, and they were not going to be getting a lot of credit for their work. What they wouldn't get in recognition they were going to get in credits though, and Damon and Teyla desperately needed those, especially considering the news she had given him recently.

[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"], [member="Ursula Vizla"] [member="Jay Ryko"] [member="Carter "][member="Julian Valentine"]

 

[Rocco]

The Iakaru entered the cantina, feeling the relief the ceiling and roof provided from the twin suns this dreaded planet had to bare. Though this sandstone structure was no comparison to the protection the jungle canopy of Iakar provided, but in this backwater dust bowl........a roof will do. Rocco ventured further into the infamous chalum's cantina, wiping the sweat that had formed upon his forehead just from the walk over from the spaceport. He wore simple armored flight suit with his blaster carbine slung over his right shoulder. He wasn't expecting trouble, but then again trouble seemed to find him when he was in the company of the Captain Damon Riggs. Wouldn't be look before his keen eyesight would pick up on the familiar image of his friend who was set up in the far back alcove off the main lobby.

Rocco let off a energetic ape like scream of joy and excitement. It had been a while since he had seen Damon and the creature was not bashful in showing his emotions. He cleared the distance, ignoring the alarmed looks he got from the local patrons to his excited verbal outburst. The Space monkey pant-hooted the entire distance arriving at Damon's table with a gorgeous smile from ear to ear. "Give Rocco hug, it huhz beeen too luhg!" He demanded, his words were broken as galactic basic was far from fluent with the creature.

He had manners enough to wait for the Tall human to rise from his seat. It would of been rude if he had acted on his first impulse, and that was to dive onto him in some form of struggle snuggle.

[member="Damon Riggs"]

 

[Damon Riggs]

"Too long... you should just make a permanent bunk on the ship... mate..." Riggs said as he stood up and gave the little public relations expert a hug.

The monkey was crude and crass most days, but enthusiastic always. Every time Riggs let him sign on for a job it was always the best decision he could make. This job was going to be no different. There were guns to run, and a rebellion to arm. Well, they were the middle men anyway. The Confederacy was paying good credits for an ongoing gig where Riggs and his crew would smuggle weapons into the hands of resistance cells in old Alliance or Imperial space. It was part of a long term plan to make those worlds friendly to Confederacy aide, and ultimately, take over. Riggs didn't care for politics as much as the steady credits. With Teyla expecting, Riggs needed steady and reliable work.

"Order whatever you want... drinks are on me... Teyla should be here soon... just picking up one more person for the crew and we will be off."

Riggs was trusting Teyla on this new recruit. She was an unknown to him, but so were half of the people filling these days. Some were good, others were horrible, and with the steady work, Damon was going to be picky. He needed a group that he could rely on for this work, that anytime he called, they would answer and meet him.

"Oh... heads up, Rocco... Teyla is expecting, so keep an extra eye on her if chit goes down eh? And don't tell her I asked you to... she doesn't like it when I point out that I'm worried about her in her... condition..."

[member="Rocco"] [member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]

 

[Amz]

“What do you mean ‘condition’?” Teyla quipped, stepping from seemingly out of nowhere, boots clicking to a stop behind Damon. One sculpted brow lofted and a hand was planted firmly on her jutted hip. Besides the bouts of morning sickness that she was told would last a while longer, and unexpected shifts in her emotional state, it was impossible looking at the petite-brunette to tell that she was expecting. Any showing was still weeks away, and going to the ground before then wasn’t a conversation she was willing to have. “You’re going to have a condition if you keep bringing it up.”

Golden-brown eyes flickered over toward the space monkey and a small grin pulled onto her face. “Hey, Rocco long time, glad you could make it.”

They needed all the hands they could get for this venture that would be ongoing, and Teyla was glad they had some on board who’d worked with them in the past. Hopefully, the prospective recruit she’d found would be a good fit. “Greyanna should be here any second now, I have a good feeling about her.”

[member="Greyanna Elvanshalee"] [member="Rocco"] [member="Damon Riggs"]

 

[Greyanna Elvanshalee]

Outlaw: A person who as broken the law, especially one who remains at large or is a fugitive.

Greyanna remained no where very long with the exception of at large. She had fit that definition for quite some time now. Her infractions ran the gamut, Class 5 all the way through Class One. Violent behavior, assault, possession of narcotics without permit, more assault, aiding and abetting, bribery, fraud, aggression against public officials...assault and all sprinkled with dashes of time on penal colonies.

A volatile little ash blonde of dynamite, her particular use of skill sets often meant she was involved with the violent dregs of society. It put her in compromising positions and never on the good side of the law. So yeah, she was on the run and needed a ride. No, they didn't that kind of heat but they needed what she brought to the table. Or so she had tried to convince Teyla at their first meeting, but these outlaw types always wanted proof of what they where buying.

No sooner had Teyla said it, Greyanna walked through the cantina doors. Pausing, her green eyes scanned the crowd before potting the mom-to-be. Her reaction wasn't as flamboyant as the monkeys, more of relief than joy. She had made it on time.

At the table, she carefully sat down a satchel, her hands keeping it in a death tight grasp as she sat. It only contained her life and her livelihood afterall.

"Hi, I'm Grey. Your data forger."

[member="Teyla Ee'everwest"] [member="Damon Riggs"] [member="Rocco"]

 

[Rocco]

Pregnant? Teyla was expecting? Why did it take him this long? Many questions had run through Rocco's mind and all he could do sides from voicing them was grabbing for the captain's bottle and taking a long swig. As the liquid spirit poured into his mouth and bitterly played with his pallet and throat, he quieted what would be considered intrusive line of thought. The space monkey then put the bottle back on the table licking the remnants from his lips. "Huhppe for yu bod!" Again, his strong accent and poor grasp on Galactic basic plagued his congrats.

Then another....attractive....female human showed up to the meeting. The Iakaru's thoughts were off to the races again. Was this woman a second mate? Was she or will she get pregnant by Damon? Who was she? Where is her placed on the crew's pecking order? As if the woman was anticipating the creature's inquisitive nature she was able to answer two of his many un-said questions. She is named Greyanna and is a Data Forger. "I uhm Rocco, public reluhtiuhz!" He returned her introduction with his own. He was always told that he was public relations, though such was said in humor it wasn't that far from the truth. He was security, mechanic, pilot pretty much johnny on the spot. Though he was never asked or pressured to be crew cook. Most folks just left the space monkey to fixing the ship and trusted him with the pew pews and boom booms.

[member="Greyanna Elvanshalee"] [member="Teyla Ee'everwest"] [member="Damon Riggs"]

 

[Damon Riggs]

“Well it seems the crew is here,” Riggs said breathing a sigh of relief that Rocco didn’t make as big a scene about the news as Rafiki had. Of course Teyla had caught him, again, her timing was always impeccable. Riggs did need to stop bringing it up.

Grey also has great timing, and Rocco was Rocco about it. A smile tugged at Riggs face, they had a crew, a real crew for once. This was going to be good.

“Right well, not to make it drawn out. We have a legitimate contract with the Confederacy to ensure that certain firearms make it into the hands of resistance fighters that want to keep the First Order and The Sith Empire at bay. Our first stop is Arbra, which is rumored to be on the Confederacy’s list of planets to bring into its fold.”

”I really don’t care about the politics, but I do want the chance for this to become a regular gig. If we get the job done well, we get repeat work. This is our audition folks. Let’s not screw it up?”

He looked at the small crew around the table before filling their glasses full of whiskey, minus Teyla, she got water.

“Any questions?”

@Roccoo @Greyanna Elvanshalee [member="Teyla Ee'everwest"]

 

[Amz]

Teyla listened quietly as Damon explained the job, trying not to grimace. She didn’t like being in the pocket of any governments, but she shouldn’t complain. Consistent work wasn’t always easy to come by and it was better than working for some slimeball Hutt. Best to take advantage of it, or so the conversation between herself and Damon had gone.

For the most part, this was all pretty cut and dry.

On her part, she didn’t have any questions, but that didn’t prevent her from chiming in any way.

“Grey, you’re responsible for the transponder codes and getting us planetside. Rocco, If chit hits the fan, you know what to do.”

From what she gathered about Arbra, the planet wasn’t exactly the most bouncing place in the ‘verse. Technologically stunted to a degree, with primitive locals. Most were enthusiastic about protecting their home - the waters already warm for their arrival.

But, she knew better than to make any mentions of the job being easy. That was almost a sure-fire way to guarantee trouble.

She took her glass of water, albeit a bit begrudgingly. She wasn’t much of a drinker at any rate, but plain water was getting boring real quick. Especially after giving up her caf habit, too.

Teyla took a gulp, cleared her throat.

“Rafiki is back at the ship taking care of the pre-flight checks, so if everyone’s ready....”

[member="Damon Riggs"] [member="Greyanna Elvanshalee"] [member="Rocco"]

 

[Greyanna Elvanshalee]

So far, she liked how this 'crew' operated. Quick and to the point with none of the usual intrusive background check questions. The less they knew about each other the better. Especially if they where dealing with the Confederacy. Grey had a little history on Naboo, but that would be for another time if there was another time.

Sliding the whiskey shot to Rocco, Grey shook her head in response. No alcohol, no questions, she was ready. Everything she needed would've or should've been on the ship. Rafiki, she assumed being the mechanic, would be her go to and the slicer didn't exactly want to discuss the illegal tech they might need in a public setting.

That and she got a feeling their debonair captain wouldn't be so cool once he found out the potential cost if they didn't have what she needed.

Maybe break it to Teyla instead, or get the monkey to do it. He seemed gullible.

Teyla Ee'everwest Damon Riggs Rocco