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[WolfMortum]

[member="Bryce Bantam"]

The Baccara had traveled these space routes before, it was familiar territory for Zarack who sat alone in the cockpit of the freighter, slinging the vessel in a wide arc and turning her over to dive down towards the red and black world that was Demonsgate. His former Master had sent him here once, long ago when he was a part of something now since dead and having thought to have been buried well behind him; yet still the space that he traversed felt strangely dark and known to him, the memories of those that he had killed when he had raided one of the many mining facilities on this world came to surface rather too quickly for his liking. The Baccara was the same ship, the very same that had plundered and stolen rather large quantities of the phrik materials that this world was known for and he had used them for the production of personal gains under an alias company associated to a different government yet at the heart of it all, he had done everything for himself, to make ends meet and to survive. His training in the Sith ways had never been completed and he had turned his back on the former Covenant, yet since the beginning of his adolescence, Zarack had always known the way of the galaxy, in that the only real person you could put your trust and confidence in, was yourself.

Truth be told, he wasn't entirely confident about this plan however. It had been a long time since he'd been here yet there'd been more than enough people slain for his face to be recognized should any of them still be here; the new governance of the system wasn't something that he'd looked into and for the most part slipping through space alone and undisturbed wasn't so difficult given the expanse of it all; his entrance would be the simple part of it all. Unlike the last time however, Zarack hadn't come here to steal the materials but rather to purchase them. Over the past year his bounty had grown to become far too large to avoid taking care in his actions, especially this close to Eriadu; being only three sectors away from his Homeworld was a risk in itself given the credits on his head had become a six figure quantity.

Inputting the appropriate frequency and opening a broad range communications channel, he sought to call down to one of the mining stations on the opposite side of the planet from the place he visited last. "This is the Zarack Zorathi of the Baccara requesting permission to dock and refuel", he wasn't used to giving out his full name, having used to go by the name of Arkaos; perhaps the venture would prove to be more comfortable than his nerves were telling him to expect. Fortunately he was approved for landing, though the discussion had been short, he'd come to expect his much from air traffic control men simply doing their jobs, most didn't have the care for manners yet it always bothered him as he was never entirely comfortable not knowing if he was going to get blown out of the sky or otherwise. "Roger that, appreciated" he replied before cutting the channel off and leaning back in his seat, the Freighter would move to approach the coming station with a very on edge pilot hoping to be well received and unrecognized.

 

[The Great Narrator]

The two newlyweds walked arm in arm in the small outpost mining colony at the very edge of the "Fields of Fire". Few had tried to rebuild in the area after the recent calamities but that had befallen this part of the planet but like most places on Demonsgate where it was the harshest, there was also a chance to great fortunes to be made. So the two had taken the time to work out mining contracts with the new landowners and secure high-quality materials at a reasonable price for their fledgling shipyard.

As the two walked the noted a new ship had landed on a far off pad. A good looking ship as YT ships went the two made little notes of it as the headed for the stations only cantina to enjoy a drink and each others company.

[member="Zarack Zorathi"]

 

[WolfMortum]

The landing ramp parted from the aft of the vessel and lowered to clutter to the permacrete floor of the reinforced landing pad high above the torrents of molten rivers that flowed beneath them at the base of the cliffs edge. Moving into the wave of heat that flushed throughout the interior of the freighter, Zarack blinked back against it as he moved to disembark, a light blue top with the sleeves rolled back to his elbows and a pair of scuffed and worn looking, ever so slightly loose fit jeans offered a light enough attire to combat the change in temperatures. Atop his clothes however would be the most noteworthy of his possessions, a SPB-200 Light Blaster Pistol slung and holstered beneath his right arm, secured to his side by straps of a foreign leather, also holding across his chest, two sheathed lightsaber hilts of which he did not take much care in hiding. There was a clear lack of care in his subtlety, outright presenting his arms to any who would bother to take a second look, there was a point to be made in being so confident and it had thus far given others a moment of pause and reconsideration as to whether they'd the gall to try to claim the price over his head; while it was his hope that no one might recognize him, it still made him feel better knowing that those around him knew not to approach him carelessly.

Ironically, the Cantina that the pair had entered hadn't escaped his notice at all; though they had entirely. The thought of a cold drink against such a climate almost made him salivate and least he look like a wild kath-hound, he kept his composure whilst briskly walking towards the establishment wondering if he couldn't perhaps coerce anyone into offering some information about this sector of the planet, one still mostly foreign to him despite his history on Demonsgate. Entering only to be deafened by the unusual taste in local music and entertainment, Zarack glanced about the room briefly with a raised brow in skeptical assumption before choosing to ignore the tunes and instead find a quiet corner to park his backside, choosing one of the booths, a table who's seating was supported by an alcove almost seemingly cut into the wall of the structure. Offering minimal privacy, it was still enough for the male, his back to a wall and his eyes on the rest of the room, least no one might stab him in the back this way.

As one of the waitresses had noticed him, the young woman came over to his table and asked if he wanted for anything, Zarack responding in short, ordering a cold drink, some sort of ale that he didn't rightly recognize from the list yet figured anything chilled would be good, he offered a nod of thanks and leaned forward to place his elbows against the table, watching her walk away to tend to his request.

[member="Cla'Mari Rha"]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

It was good to be out of the heat. With Bryce's normal choices in clothing, he looked good but all the layers were not well suited to hotter climates. Something his new wife rarely suffered from as her attire while not overly provocative was never really all that covering as well. Bryce had found at least when it came to the women of Clan Rha they enjoyed their beauty and often dress to enhance that before others. Cla'Mari also used her fashion for other purposes as Bryce had also discovered and when she wanted to was hard to say no to.

As the two settled down into a private booth Bryce could be seen to thank the one who seated them with a few credits for good measure. As they began to engage in social conversation a well-dressed man came over with a bottle of what looked like expensive sparkling wine. With a smile, the green-skinned ginger accepted the bottle and it was quickly poured into to glasses before begin placed in an ice bucket next to them. Raising a glass to one another they toasted their new contract. If one listed after the finished their toast you could hear them beginning to talk about their next needs, which were partners to begin to deal with for a more regular supply of freighter components.

[member="Zarack Zorathi"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Zarack could be classed as many things, few of those said things were compliments but to be a two-bit hustler? That wasn't his game. Life had thrown him a curve ball one after the other and because of it, Zarack had always had to adapt and to resort to sometimes often extreme measures to make his way in the galaxy, he wasn't much of a law abiding citizen in any sense, yet he didn't blatantly just rip off any person with an opportunity sitting open handed in front of him like it was there for the taking. The jobs that he sought were much more professional, paid and even borderline mercenary works these days if that was what he could find. Living with a bounty often meant never staying in one place for too long a time before having to duck out the side door the moment trouble reared it's ugly head, thus he had never settled down, never considered what a normal life might look like. Truthfully, he'd been on the run since he was a teenager, it was one of the only things that really made sense to him anymore.

He was rather thankful when the hostess brought him his drink and placed it on the table in front of him, however. After spending such a length of time in space and within his own company, he'd forgotten how chaotic it could be being surrounded by people, their scrutinous looks and often superior judgements for any that looked the type they might not like. Keeping to himself, he took a swig from his beverage and listen to the sounds of the going-on's around him. He wasn't too far it seemed from a couple that mentioned something about freighter parts, causing a sparing glance to be thrown back over his shoulder in silent hope that they weren't looking to trash his ship that was docked out nearby. The last thing he needed right now was someone ripping him off when he was most likely a wanted man on this planet too.

[member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Cla'Mari Rha"]

 

[The Great Narrator]

Cla'Mari was pleased with the events on Demonsgate. Having a steady, reliable supply of Durasteel, Glasteel, would be better for them moving forward than having to rely on whatever salvage they could find would make the production of sub-capital ships much easier. Plus this mine they had just acquired was also able to harvest a unique carbonate crystal that had some very unique properties according to her husband. Ones he wanted to study in further detail.

Such details were of little interest to Cla'Mari for she didn't care for the science of her profession. She was much more interested in the principles of power movement and to her that was judged by the almighty credit. A good counter balance to her do-gooder husband as if he had his way he would probally be giving ships away to ever Sally sob story in the system. With her mind still on Gallofree she asked her husband.

"Are you sure you have no other business contact here left to explore?"

[member="Zarack Zorathi"]