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[Peyton Steele]

This was what it felt like to be on the last leg, didn’t it? Her ship was needing repair, an overhaul, and in all actuality to be replaced. She had been looking in the market, but even some of the smaller craft from Silk were a bit out of her price range. What she needed to do was start working more contracts, and start saving money. Right now AEL was giving her some, but it was only enough to keep her flying, barely. Fuel, paying back debt and power packs. If she could get herself some more money? That would be best.

Probably that was why she was running. She made herself to Corellia, a quick spot from the Mara Corridor at Ryloth and a change of course. The Omega Protectorate, they had their beginning as mercenaries, didn’t they? Wasn’t that what it was?

Landing her busted junk Z95, she stepped out of it, leather flight jacket, brown leather pants, dark brown boots, and a gunbelt around her slim hips. She had her trusted DL-44, and that was what got her working when she needed to actually do something more violent for money.

Looking at her fighter, she was surprised the thing didn’t collapse. Was it really that bad? Taking in the landing platform, she figured she was near enough to some form of recruitment or information building for the Omega Protectorate. Now just to find someone to talk to about what she could do out here. It was… going to be interesting. Looking up to the signs, she was debating which way to go.

When you’re at the end of the run, where do you go?

[member="Noah Corek"]
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

Spoiler

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[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Noah sighed as he sat in the recruitment office. This was all part of some scheme Kreelan had cooked to garner more recruits. In her words it was 'showing that even the two highest ranking officers were willing to put themselves forward at the recruiting office, it would attract more recruits.' Of course there were a million other things that they could be doing that could increase recruitment, but instead of doing those things here he was on Corellia. Noah sighed and stood. "I'm going for a walk." Noah told Aeron as he stood and walked out of the door, not even bothering waiting for her answer.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Running a hand through her blonde hair, Peyton sighed. Really, was she this close to busting that she wanted to look for work in an established place? That probably wasn’t too bad of an idea. She could start to afford a ship, probably one less cramped than her fighter, and maybe another gun, a rifle. That’d bring in a lot of good work. Perhaps a new outfit, if she wasn’t getting too crazy.

Right, recruitment? That should probably be where she could start, at least see what options she had. Where had all her contacts gone anyhow? Why were they drying up? Probably because part of them were just trying to reestablish profits after the change in the galaxy the past few months. Whatever.

She could make it on her own. Turning the corner to the recruitment office, she noticed someone stepping out. Uniformed. “Closin’ already?” And if her appearance didn’t scream ‘not from these parts’ her accent definitely did.

[member="Noah Corek"]
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Noah was about a meter outside of the recruitment office when the voice of a female to his left stopped him in his tracks. Looking to his left Noah spotted a woman dressed pretty casually, but it wasn't the way the way she talked or the way she was dressed that caught Noah's attention. Slim hips, full lips, blond hair tied in a braid and a complete set of 'assets'. Noah then shook his head out of his 'assessing' of the potential recruit and decide to answer. "No, I'm just getting a little air, I can come back in and help you if you want."

 

[Peyton Steele]

She really had the typical slim saunter down to something of a science. Half the time, Peyton Steele didn’t even realize how she was walking, she just did. It brought attention to her hips, definitely her most distinctive feature. Something she could work on, and something she didn’t have to pay to enhance.

Sure, she had the look of a down on her luck mercenary, and that was fine. Taking in the gentleman in front of her, military was the only thing she could see. Military and well, probably someone who know what he was doing. A small smile crossed her lips. Come back in?

“Well, t’ain’t urgent, if ya need air, get air… Just… considerin’ options.”

[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"]
Noah smiled and shook his head. "It's no problem really, I was getting some air because no one was coming into the office." Noah informed her as he took a small canteen off of his belt and drinked some of the water in it. "So, what your name?" Noah asked casually as he looked her in the eye as the stood in the street. Noah made sure to keep his Corek Custom Revolver in full sight though, just in case anything happened.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Right. So she wasn't bothering him. Just a slow day. That meant he had all the time in the world to help her out. But of course, he was probably trying to make quota and she was going to have to be ready for that.

He kept eye contact. Maybe he wasn't pure military. Or he was trying to break her. That latter bit didn't happen. Slowing letting a smile cross her features, she nodded. "Peyton Steele, sir. Out of. ..well not here." She shrugged. She didn't need to give that information, but seeing his response would be interesting.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Aeron wasn't in uniform. Not the nice dark gray and blues, but instead, she was wearing utility trousers and blouse of a more urban design. Her blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and the peak of a white tank top would show just at the seam of her shirt. Identification tags would sway lightly as she would walk, a datapad in hand that contained the most recent contracts of the Pyre.

Her brow would be scrunched in thought, mentally calculating what resources she had and what new developments the Pyre would be heading into. New Tech, new divisions, new everything.

It was a time of growth, and the Pyre was no different.

She would be rounding the corner soon, and likely bump into [member="Peyton Steele"] and Commander [member="Noah Corek"] soon.

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Noah nodded and his brow crinkled at the mention of 'sir.' Noah wasn't use to many formalities, having been a Commando, he and his team wre allowed certain freedom when he was with the Republic, and the same was true as he was now with the Pyre. "Well first thing. You don't have to say 'sir'. I'm not actually with any Protectorate military division. The unit I'm with we get more..." Noah scratched his chin as he thought of a answer. "Liberties and freedoms."

 

[Peyton Steele]

Right. Well, for Peyton this was the closest she had ever come to joining any formally assembled group of people who weren't independent contractors. The "sir" bit slipped out. Nodding at the man, and giving her braid a tug over her shoulder, she looked up to him.

"Is that so? Sounds like a good unit to be involved with." One reason she never joined the military formally was the controll they has on one's life. She wanted to be in charge of herself, but here... well, end of the line, right?

"What kind of units are there, then?" She was hoping she was sounding as if she was lacking knowledge in military rules and regulations.

[member="Noah Corek"]
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Noah nodded his head when she said they sounded like a good unit. "It is a good unit. We aren't mucked up in bearucratic poodoo and the only person we answer to are the Protectors." Noah told her as he pocketed his canteen and looked her dead in the eye. "Well, you have the normal infantry, cavalry, airborne infantry, special forces and any other type of unit you can imagine." Noah told her, deciding not to give her the fact that he was second in command of it all, lest he intimidate her.

 

[Peyton Steele]

He seemed to know what he was talking about. But that was probably because he, unlike her, was the recruitment agent here. What Peyton would really like to do is work private industry, get on with someone who could build her weapons, and y’know, test them however she saw fit. Or how her employers did. But for now? She’d try to take an actual job.

She smiled when he mentioned that they didn’t have any red tape. Answering to the Protectors… Based on it being the Protectorate, they must be the ones in charge ‘round these parts. Giving him a nod, she kept eye contact.

“So, a bit of everything. Ever hire military contractors?” That would be probably where her people with be. She had a gun, she was hoping to be able to get a contract for a ship… And from there? Take the contracts that came, use the Protectorate as a primary source of income and a home base. Made sense to her.

[member="Noah Corek"]
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Noah chuckled when she asked if they hired military contractors at all. "Were a PMC unit. PMC is short for private military corporation, we're basically Protectorate sponsored mercs. We can be hired out by any government, though we only take contract with people who are in good standing with the Protectorate. Which usually is the Republic or Mandalorians. Good thing is that we also get all the best equipment that R&D makes." Noah informed her as he fiddled with the ID tags around his neck.

 

[Peyton Steele]

PMC, huh? Now that sounded like something right up her alley. Nodding with a small smile crossing her features she watched him fiddle with his dog tags. Licking at her bottom lip and pulling it into her mouth.

"Does that, like, pay well?" She gave her best smile, still trying her best to be unassuming. Not that she could get much out of [member="Noah Corek"], but still, she liked to have a few cards up her sleeve as it were.

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"]
Noah sighed and shook his head, he had been going along with her little innocent act, Noah had been a commando for fourteen years, he had seen every trick in the book and the 'unassuming women who put on the charm a little' trick was the oldest one in the book. "They pay pretty good. But how about you drop your little facade and actually tell me what your fishing for." Noah told her as he crossed his arms, looking her dead in the eye to convey his seriousness.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Took him his time. Giving a grin that spoke more than any words could, she nodded. Of course she had no idea when he figured her little gambit, but whatever, it was out now. Pay was good? That was what she wanted to know. Licking her lips she adjusted her jacket.

“Well, if pay is well, that’s what I’m interested in. I mean, y’all seem to be battlin’ the ‘Federacy, which just tickles me. No one should be destroyin’ planets that way. I’m lookin’ for a place to belong. To make something more of myself.” And that was a big part of the truth. Sure, she wanted to earn money, but maybe finding a place to settle wasn’t a bad idea?

Nothing really about freedom, or democracy or fighting for any way. She had her own purpose for fighting, and that was to improve herself. Hopefully score some contacts off of a bit of enlisted time, or an extended contract. Who knew? Maybe she’d find home among the Protectorate.

[member="Noah Corek"]
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Noah nodded his head at her mentioning of the Confederacy. "Your right, the Feds are a bunch of hipocritic idiots who say they here for peace but who comes for peace by having a Sith for a leader and destroying entire planets." Noah told her as he popped his neck and looked back at the recruitment office. "Alright, if you want to get signed up and everything follow me and I'll get you set up." Noah informed her as he hooked his thumb over his shoulder to the door of the recruitment office.

 

[Peyton Steele]

Peyton never really took any job from the Confederates. Was that on choice? Not exactly. Barring making it out to the outskirts of Omega and Republic space, the blonde kind of stayed put. She made some runs into and out of the Confederacy, but never stayed long. Shot in and out. A quick job here and there, escort, mainly. And no, not that kind. One job she would never take.

"They're lead by the Sith?" Well, clearly the blonde didn't pay too much attention to galactic going ons. Just where the credits were. And there wasn't anything from her against any group of Force users, Sith, Jedi, whoever. As long as they didn't guilt trip her with their religions, she was A-okay with whoever.

She lived behind a gun.

And behind the gun was where she'd make her final stand. Bad Company til I die.

"Yeah, I'd like to see what you offer for people who sign up. I mean, there's like, a meal, and maybe enough pay if we're contractors to replace my ship?" Maybe something with an actual bed!

[member="Aeron Kreelan"]
[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Noah Corek]

[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
"A Sith use to lead them. But they conveniently lost track of him when we confronted them at Druckenwell." Noah told her with a grin as he motioned for her to follow him into the recruitment office. Once inside Noah sat down behind a desk with a holo console on it and began opening up a a file, once the file was open, Noah grabbed a nearby datapad and uploaded the file to the datapad. "This is the recruitment form and to answer your question, there is a 2,500 credit signing bonus."

 

[Peyton Steele]

She supposed that was convenient. Peyton didn't have any issue with people using the Force, hell, if you have the power, go for it, right? She would. But then again, the blonde would use her skills in a way that was... different. She would use them as a tool, something to get her to her ends. Not chasing religion. That just seemed... foolhardy. The slim blonde nodded as he indicated her to follow and walked into the office. Taking in the area, she was keeping an eye on anything and everything that could be a weapon.

Probably a bad idea.

Looking at the datapad, then back up to [member="Noah Corek"] she smiled and nodded. "Twenty five hundred? Thats a good chunk of change." She grinned. "So, just fill this out? And its... like contract military, not full bore, army, right? More come as you are?" That was the big trick here, after all.