Shadow routes & Navigators (Open)

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<< Manifest: >>

[ Sriluur to Surron : Spice Dropoff- Pickup Disruptor Rifles

Surron to Vulvarch: Drop off Rifles - Pickup Gitterstim

Vulvarch to Ghorman: Dropoff Glitterstim - Pickup SD-6 Hulk Infantry droids

Ghorman to Mechanus: Drop off Droids- Pickup HK Droids

Mechanus to Altir: Drop off HK droids- Pickup Nightstinger Rifles

Altir to Csilla: Drop off Nightstinger Rifles- Pickup Sonic Rifles

Csilla to Obreedan: Drop off Sonic Rifles- Pickup Carbonite Missiles

Obreedan to Korriban: Drop off Carbonite Missiles- Pickup Biological Samples

Korriban to Sriluur: Long Jump- Deliver & End ]]

<<End>>


Location: Sriluur

"Good karking frack!" Was the only explanation Jack could come up with. The manifest was rather clear, and it had a detailed connection of contacts, dropoffs pickups and the like. Zorlac the Hutt had commission the venture, a connection of rampant smuggling runs. He assumed that Jack would be using the regular routes, traveling hyperlanes and whatnot.

But Jack wasn't stupid. He saw opportunity when it beckoned and was quick to jump on it. He could navigate with his gut, and navigate he would. Especially if it was on his employers dime. He'd been given fifteen thousand credits and the cargo and sent out to meet the order.

Except he'd spent about half that on tracer beacons and upgrading the Nav Computer on Kessels Pride. It was his time to shine.

"Dak you see this?"

"Yeah skip. Looks like a long trip."

"I'm so gonna rip this slimeball off. Can't wait to see his face when he realizes I plotted an entire Hyperlane and sold it to the highest bidder. Once we show up at his door with his money from the Drops, and half a million more he'll be begging me to stick around."

"Might get a better price on runs, or buy em out?"

"Thinking about it. Here go get the ship running, cargos already packed."

"Got it skip."

Sliding the datapad back inside his coat Jack looked around, making sure no one else had eavesdropped. Coast seemed pretty clear. He finished his cup of stim caf and set it down. Then he threw half of what it cost on the table and bolted for the door.

The bouncer tried to stop him but there wasn't enough strength in the Rodian to slow him down. Jack dodged left and delivered a brutal chop with his right hand into the Rodians throat, knocking him off kilter. Seconds later he disappeared out the door.

It wasn't too hard to blend into the crowd and make it to the Starport. Once at the landing pad he strolled on up and slammed the hatch shut. The Kessels Pride was already rumbling, engines running hot. The after-burn was washing out the landing pad, making waves of wind.

"Got it ready skip, and the Hyperdrives fired up on standbye."

"Ha ha ha you're getting good at this kid. Here take the pilots seat."

"You sure?"

He considered telling Dak to shut it, but the kid was working out.

"Yeah I'm sure, it's time you learned to fly this bucket of bolts. I'm gonna go make us a drink in the galley. Don't crash my ship. Bring us out of atmosphere."

He stalked off, while Dak who was enamored in the euphoria of his Captains approval slid the Kessels Pride up into the air and away from Sriluur.

[member="Kira Vaal"] [member="James Justice"] [member="Olan Teff"]

 

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Location: Sriluur

Whiskey from the Outer Rim was a great commodity. Jack had sank a few credts into acquiring his own, and it swirled around the glasses as he poured the dusty bottle. The Kessels Pride broke atmosphere at an alarming rate, and before he was ready. He could feel the g forces pull him down to the deck, a few items flew across the cabin and Jack had to duck to avoid being smashed in the head.

"Whoa boy! Easy on the thrusters! They're old!" He roared while cradling the bottle and glasses. The ship lifted free, g forces ceasing and he appeared in the cockpit, taking a seat right next to the kid.

"Here."

He passed off the glass, and took a sip of his own before settling in and taking read of the panel. They were low on fuel, but they had enough to reach the next spot, so that was good. With about four hundred thousand credits in his personal account, he would be set for a while. The food was going to have to be rationed on this trip, but hunger had never bothered Jack. Growing up on Nar Shaada he had had his fair share of that.

"Ok Nav computer says we got a while, I'm going to try and trim down the route. See what I can do."

"Sounds good skip. Looks like the hyperdrive is patched up ok. Should hold up."

"Hope so, we need the damn thing!"

For a few moments they sat in silence, each smuggler intent on his station. Jack was feeling a path, opening his mind and expanding his senses. As his finger traced a route on the touch screen he was deep in thought. Each leg could be cut in half if they just did a straight jump, rather than microhops. Too much time going in and out of Hyperspace, and time was was money.

"Ok long jump this time."

Combined efforts of the computer checking his gut feeling coordinates was a good thing. As soon as he had it locked in the drives began to spin overtime, and he changed their bearing and approach vector with a few taps on the console. He reached for the lever, and nodded to Dak.

"You get to say it this time Dak."

"Ready skip!"

Jack nodded, cracking a wry smile.

"Aye Cap'n Carren!"

"Hit it!"

The hand slammed the lever back and the drive spun to critical mass and then there was a flash.

They were on the way!

 

[RC 212]

Location: Between worlds - Hyperspace

Space was a comforting place in the cosmos for Jack. He estimated it was a by product of his mother. She was a Spacer, he was a Spacer. It was a thing that ran in the family, along with instinctive astrogation. Jack had heard whispers of a few astrogators in his day. [member="Jorus Merrill"] and [member="Coren Starchaser"] were two that came to mind. In the letter he'd found on his mothers homestead it appeared that all three of them had been somehow connected. That was a tale for a different day though, unless they happened to cross paths.

Dak was content for now, watching the stars skip by and lazing in his seat, drinking the whiskey from his cup. Jack had become a kind of Uncle or Fatherly figure to the kid, plucking him from the clutches of doom. They'd never really talked about what had happened. He left it alone as it was a sore spot for the kid. But he figured now might be an ok time to talk about it. He was pretty sure he had Daks trust and they were all alone here anyways.

"Alright Dak, level with me."

"Bout what Skip?"

"Bout your past kid. How the hell did you end up in that Orphanage with a bunch of Juvenile delinquents?"

It had been a long time since they'd really talked about anything other than basic Smuggling and jobs. Dak pressed his lips thinly together then turned to face him.

"Might be that I killed someone. Who knows?"

Jack cracked him a Wry grin.

"So you did deserve what you got?" He joked.

"Shut it."

"Whoa kid, take it easy just ribbing you, for real what did you do?"

Wheels turned in Daks mind, and Jacks own weak force abilities could sense unease in the kid. He decided to drop it for now and change the subject. Dak was his partner, closer than blood. Hell he might have been the only family Jack really had at this point. Instead he retrieved the bottle from the Galley and poured another drink for the kid, running a hand through his greasy hair.

"So if we pull this off, what will you do?"

Dak was lost in thought again and then smirked.

"What we discussed originally. Tell Zorlac to shove his jobs up his greasy little shebs."

"Ha ha ha ha, it aint gonna be that easy kid."

"I know."

Jack swirled the amber liquid in the glass and tossed it back, grimacing at the fiery feeling as the liquid burned it's trail of pure fire down into his gut. The galaxy was a peaceful place for that moment. The only sound was the humm of the hyperdrive, droning on, and the empty silence between them. A silence they shared comfortably for the duration of the time.

Jack poured another drink and kicked back. His eyelids closed, and then, there was darkness....

 

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Location: Hyperspace

If this was sleep Jack welcomed it. From within the darkness he could see a rocky world. A barren and inhospitable environment. Something there was calling to him, willing him. Denizens of the world appeared normal enough. Rodians, humans, Twi'leks. All armed with razor sharp disks they threw about, controlling them with their minds.

He witnessed battles now. Legions of white armored troopers descending upon the world, only to be slaughtered by the guerilla hit and run tactics of the Zeison Sha. How did he know they were
Zeison Sha? For a while he was deep in the grasp of the vision and then he felt the ship lurch and was wide awake. He rubbed his head and growled, upset he didn't get to see the end.

"We just reverted Skip. You were out cold!"

"I know kid." He replied, jumping to his feet. It was about halfway between the two planets. Jack had plotted a course that was smaller, less travelled. If space had six points to identify a point, they were working on the lower planes, flying far on the arbitrary bottom of it.

"Hit the engines and hold us up."

Daks hands worked the levers and switches of the ancient freighter. She creaked under the stress bucking as if trying to escape the nearby gravity wells. Jack was quick to move to the rear of the raft. Lined up in neat little rows were his acquired hyperspace transceivers. Some borrowed, some stolen, some bought.

They were little round orbs with transceivers in them, allowing him to track the signal. And he tossed one into the airlock and stepped back, admiring the little buggers. Then his palm hammered the latch, and the doors slid closed with their distinctive hiss.

"Alright kid, hit the airlock."

Seconds later the Hyperspace transceiver was flushed into the void, activating with a barely perceptible red light flashing.

"Looks good, resume the jump."

Another lurch and a flash, and the stars streaked by once again. Jack walked back into the cockpit and sank into the chair, running his hands through his greasy hair.

"What's eating you?" Dak asked.

"Nothing, just going to do a little research bud. Keep an eye on those scanners."

The chair swivelled and he tapped his tough console twice, activating the secondary computer and linking to the holonet. Into it he tapped the words Zeison Sha. And then he was lost, nose deep in the blue vastness of the holonets small text projections...

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

Acaleus was travelling in a merchant ship to Surron. The ship had a big leak in the engine so they were taking it to the planet looking for an engineer, but Acaleus thought about finding a job in that planet. He was a mercenary after all. He managed to find a hotel and rented a room for a few days "I NEED A FREAKING SHIP!..." screamed throwing himself in bed after drinking his favorite rum. Going into the bar and get wasted wasnt a thing he do everytime, but it was a special ocassion. Acaleus would wake up with a headache as always...

The next day he managed to get out of the hotel with sunglasses "Stupid sun" and went into the spaceport of the city looking for a job. He wanted to leave this planet. He didnt liked the weather. He didnt liked the fact that his brother joined a Sith Faction "I will only care if he start killing innocent people for fun. If not, it´s only a job" thought while eating a sandwich. He strecht his arms to the side waiting trying to distract his mind.

[member='Jack Raxis']

 

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[member="Acaleus Thorn"]

A few hours later....

Surron. Home to the insectoid hiveminded Surrronians. Jack wasn't much a fan of them, but he needed to complete what he had set out to do here and get out as fast as possible. As they exited hyperspace he swung his chair back around, taking the controls and pushing the yoke downwards. There were minimal law enforcement agencies here, which meant a straight shot into port and very little risk.

"Standbye for inertial dampeners."

"Standing bye."

Jack pushed the throttle lever to full and set the nose of the vessel straight down. They ripped through atmosphere at full speed, dropping like a boulder encased in a fireball. The heat shields were holding, just as the main ports were coming into view. At thirty thousand feet above ground level Jack pulled up hard, and fired the manuever thrusters with the pedals on the floor. He felt the ship jar hard as he jammed back on the yoke, levelling her out.

"Now dak."

Dak hit the dampeners and the jets n the forward side of the craft fired. Two more levers extended the drive fins, causing the drag to slow them even further. They were levelled out now,vessel sailing clear along the tops of the buildings toward the first starpad he spotted.

"Contact the people on the ground kid, let em know we're here."

As Dak was sending out the message Jack noticed an anomaly on the dash. A red flashing light, but with nos irens this time. A port jet had been damaged by their descent, which wasn't good. The fewer jets they had the harder it would be to land the Kessels Pride.

Kark, he thought.

they were landing right when he noticed it. He tried to keep the bucket straight but without that jet they came down at an awkward angle and Jack cringed as the left side of the vessel gogued the pad, slamming hard into the ground before the right side had a chance to catch up. The landing gear was no doubt crushed and collision alarms began to sound.

"Bad landing!" Dak shouted.

"No kark kid. Shut her down quick, 'fore we lose anything else."

Dak slammed the emergency shutoff killing the engines as Jack moved to the rear loading ramp and hit the release. It hissed and dropped open at the same strange angle as the vessel was parked.

"Well we can still fit a hover trolley."

Outside he was met with the sight of his Surronian contact. Never heard the name, just knew the face. And he looked none too pleased....

 

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[member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

"Oya Jack, looks like you had a bit of crash landing eh mate?"

Jack grimaced, spreading his arms wide and locking eyes with the contact.

"That's me, Cap'n Jack Raxis. But the goods are unharmed bud."

The Surronian contact was an insectoid Surronian, as he had guessed. Except the fellow was very well versed in basic and clicked and clacked as he walked towards the ramp, inspecting the goods inside Jacks ship. Jack let him on, a hand resting by a thumb in his belt, ready to draw a blaster if need be.

"It's all here."

The Surronian turned and laughed aloud, clapping Jack on the back.

"Aye Jackie boy, that's why we loves you. Always with the good, one hundred percent. Come I will have the workers unload the goods. I'd very much for you to attend my dinner party tonight!"

Jack scratched his jaw. The guy was a weirdo, gave a different name very time. But Jack figured, hell why not?

"I'd be honoured, err,,, what’s your name bud?"

"You can call me Delko."

"Weren't you Shershi llas time?"

An incredulous eyebrow shot up, and Jack gave him a questioning stare.

The Surronian was quick to resist, coming right up in his face.

"I'm sure gien the delicate nature of our work together Jackie boy you understand the nature of ehh well... secrecy that needs to be involved."

Jack smirked, nodding sagely to the bug and clapping him on the shoulder with a rough calloused hand.

"Aye mate, I understand. Just make sure we get our payment in full."

"Ah Jackie you'll get it in full. Come I have a lodging set up for you and yound Dak was it?"

"Yes."

"Dak get down here, lock the ship."

Dak was quick to respond, locking the ship and stalking down the ramp, twin Westar -34's jingling.

"We have a mighty warlord coming by tonight Jackie, may-haps you can a, bargain with him."

Jack scratched his head, exchanging glances with Dak.

"We'll see."

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

(Sorry i didnt get the notification)

Acaleus saw that landing "Nice pilot. But that landing..." The problem was the ship, not the pilot, and that thing didnt give him enough trust "The hell, i need the payment. He take off his hood and walked right to the pilot "Is that the...alright in the casino he was too drunk to even recognize me now" thought stopping when he was face to face "Hey, name´s Acaleus, im a mercenary and if you are in the need of one, i dont charge too much, but depends of the job" said to the pilot. He was a strong force user, and knew how much of a trouble space pirate could get. Along with the local mafia of the planets.

In other times, he would look for some rich man who could hire him, but it would take weeks, and Acaleus needed the money now. If he managed to buy his own space ship and go to every place in the galaxy without a problem.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

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[member="Acaleus Thorn"] [member="Sempra the Hutt"]

Jack gave the man a sideways glance as he approached out of nowhere. The Surronians two armed guards drew their sonic rifles and whirled on him, clicking and clacking in their native tongue. Jack grimaced, stepping between his contacts bug guards and the newcomer. Both hands clapped on the rifles forcing them down to face the dirt.

"Relax, I remember this guy. Helped me out of a sticky spot once."

"Oh ok then Jackie, but he's gonna need an invitation to join us eh?"

"Then consider him my guest."

The bug stopped, blinking twice and giving the guards the nod. They fell back and Jack extended his hand to the young vagabond. Seemed he was marooned for now, Jack could fix that.

"Well friend, I might have a few jobs here and there. Depends on how well you can behave." He chuckled remembering his own antics at the Casino. Something he'd spent a few days in Jail for and a lot of credits on.

"Never got your name. We can start with that and follow us."

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

"Acaleus..." he felt threaten for the weapons pointing at him. He vanished the force barriers he formed in seconds and whatever thoughts of danger "Well i follow orders well so that will not be a problem. Just wanna know what is the job, where, anything that i should know"

The only things he had were his two wrist lightsaber, his good old Skorpion Evo, a few magazines and enough credits to live for a month "Im not in my best moments..." thought and breath to keep his cool

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

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[member="Acaleus Thorn"]

It wasn't long before they entered the main hold of the local Count and Warlord Arathor. Funny name for a bug, and he had plenty of guards. The place was a veritable hive of activity, bugs clicking and clacking about. Rows of banners with blazing skulls and crossed blaster rifles underneath adorned rich marble bannisters that overlooked the four sides of the room. Jack looked around for a moment, amazed at the hall. The Warlords throne sat in the far end, in the middle a raging fire blossomed on a long rectangular hearth.

The finishing touch was stained glass windows and row of long tables each side of the fire. Jack wasn't sure exactly what Delko's Masters code of conduct was here, so he simply gave curt bow as they came to a stop before his throne. Arathor stood and clicked and clacked, finally speaking some basic.

"Your reputation precedes you mighty Jack Raxis. I hear you are a warrior like us!"

Jack grinned a bit, and ran a hand through his hair. What the hell was the bug telling his lord?

"Uh well.... decent I'd say."

"Ah much too humble Mr.Raxis. But come we must talk business, we have a mighty feast prepared."

Jack thought his stomach was gonna curdle, until he glanced about and caught sight of some familiar roasted meats. Was that Bantha?

Led to the table by bug servants he took a seat as Arathor and Delko took theirs. Dak took a seat to one side of him, and he motioned to Acaleus, pulling out a chair and whispering to him.

"Act casual."

"Who might this be?" Arathor asked.

"This is my third mate, Acaleus. Mighty warrior and a part of my band." He was lying, but he had a strong tingling feeling in his gut that the guy would yet come in handy.

"Excellent, a guest of you is a guest of mine! Dig in, eat first, business second."

Jack reached across the table, intent on a slab of meat before a bone crunching sound was heard. The sound was Arathor, practically muredering his food as he plunged face first into a plate full of meats and ripe looking fruits.

What an animal, he thought.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

The first thing he saw was type of weapons, armor of the guards, dimension of the room, furniture that could become a problem. Acaleus inspected everything in moments. It was an habit he did everytime he entered a place. He didnt wanted or liked surprises, as his experience around this universe was to never be to careful

Acaleus went for a simple bow as a sign of respect to this Arathor "

"This is my third mate, Acaleus. Mighty warrior and a part of my band."

He sat with his hood down and looked at Jack "I wouldnt call me mighty..." seeing the surronian eat like that make him a little hungry.

"I might be going crazy..." thought cutting the meat and eating. It tasted well...and some deep dark part of him wanted to imitate that bug "So, i know you are trading goods. I saw that after you land the planet" he took a bite on the chicken leg "What´s the next planet we are travelling?" say after swallowing the food in his plate.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

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[member="Acaleus Thorn"]

Jack watched to make sure the other two were engrossed in their food. Between mouthfuls he managed to get whispering words out to Acalues, not wanting Arathor or his bug servants to catch their next move. It was something well learned in Cards and in Illegal trading. That which is concealed is protected, and never show your hand.

"I said play casual guy. Next stop is Vulvarch, as soon as I can get us out of this."

Jack waved subtle with his fork, to indicate the two raving Surronians devouring truckloads of meat. It made his stomach turn, and he almost wondered what they did to outsider prisoners.

"Ahh very good!" Arathor said, rising from his seat and snapping his bug hands. He clicked something that sounded foreign to Jack, loosely translated

"Servants, clear the dishes and fetch the drinks."

Jack kept his stony visage, though he was wholly unaware of what was transpiring, having never been this deep into the Surronians crime networks before. Much less in the presence of a Warlord.

"And now Mr. Raxis, I presume we can talk business."

Jack shoved the plate into the center of the table as drinks were passed out. Something that smelled like rancid rubbing alcohol mixed with vomit. He swirled it twice and grinned, slamming it back. And tried not to vomit himself

"Aye we can. Word reaches the ears of my boss you might have Glitterstim on hand. I'd be willing to make a purchase and set up a short-hop route to a certain location. Completely untraceable, keep you out of the eyes of the law and local faction patrols."

Arathor blinked, clearly unused to humans coming at him like this. He too took a sip, little bug arms wavering at the liquor and then he slumped across the table, eyes boring into Jacks.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

He finished his food and the servants took away "Casual...alright" thought and smirked, drinking the cup "I should stop drinking all the content inside a glass...but at least its not going to kill me...i will see a doctor next week"

Acaleus let his cup down, empty and stopped the burp. His last drink as he didnt wanted to get drunk early in the morning "I will better not be distracted. Bussiness could get agressive very fast. Just wait and hear what the subject is. I dont think Jack will do anything stupid" he touched his wrist lightsaber just to check it out. Light and dark crystal on each side. A reminder that he wasnt controlled by a dark or light side. That the force would do his will, that he was the one in control.

He heard "...Glitterstim..." travel with an illegal drug. This could get interesting and dangerous at the same time. Light and dark

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

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[member="Acaleus Thorn"]

Arathor looked at him a while yet and Jack stared back. He wholeheartedly agreed with Acaleus and hoped the guards weren't going to draw and fire on them for his word insulting the hosts drink. Jack would have grimaced if not for the staring match going down. Acaleus needed a good lesson in intergalactic manners and customs, something Jack could teach the guy later.

"And how did you hear such information?" Arathor asked at long last, cocking his head to the side, obviously drunker than as skunk. Jack grinned, flashing a fire behind his eyes that was reserved for such situations. A look that told Arathor all he needed to know.

"I have.... connections."

The bug stroked his beard a bit, leaning back in his seat. Delko looked like he'd swallowed a frog, hoping fervently that Jack hadn't blown the ruse.

"Untraceable you say? How?"

"By flying the lower quadrants of space. If we divided it up by levels it's arbitrarily underneath everything, at the edge of the known galaxy. A brush with the edge and the terrors of the deep, but manageable for a good pilot."

Arathor consulted in quiet whispers with two of his guards and his courtesan and then nodded.

"Very well Mr.Raxis. You may have your goods."

Then he stretched, a long ominous yawn escaping in clicks and clacks.

"But for now, business is done. shall you join us for drinks?"

Jack smiled politely, waving his hand.

"No thank you Arathor, it's been a long trip. My crew needs rest for the journey ahead. By your leave we wish to retire."

Arathor nodded, blinking twice and clicking and clacking again at some nearby courtesans who scurried off to do his bidding somewhere unseen.

"Very well, retire then. I shall have the merchandise loaded in the morning and a full fuel tank for you Jack, guest and future business associate."

That was it. Jack and Dak both rose, motioning for Acaleus to do the same. They bowed, and then with determined strides made their way back to the Kessels Pride, Aaleus in tow.

"Go ahead and sleep wherever till we get you a cabin. Welcome to the Pride. If you wanna fly with us, just tell me by tomorrow."

He tossed Acaleus a blanket and nodded, disappearing into his cabin...

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

"Driving through the borders of the outer rim? Seems a bit dangerous..." it was all about the pay. Always the freaking pay "Understood, i will be at the hangar early in the morning" said and leave.

After reaching a motel, he approach to the one in charge "Want a room for the night" "Take 106. Pay tomorrow" said a surronian. He climbed the stairs. His room had a small bed. Nothing more... "I will escape this place. Im not going to give them anything" he throw himself into the bed and slept.

The next day, early in the morning, he opened the window and managed to walk through the walls and into the streets "See ya!" he got into the hangar and waited Jack.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

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[member="Acaleus Thorn"]

Jack awoke to Aaleus sitting in the main hangar. He was a strange guy, done up in a strange getup and all secretive like. He rubbed his eyes, naked from the waist up and stretched, letting his muscles ripple and coil. The morning was very young, light just beginning to break the dawn. Hover trolleys and repair crews were banging on the hull, traffic beeping like crazy as the Shadowport sprang to life.

He rubbed his eyes and glanced down at the chronometer on his wrist. Hungry as the devil, and thirsty too. With a grin he waved Acaleus over and retreated to the galley, fetching them both a hot cup of Stim Caf. Dak was still knocked out somewhere in his cabin. He figured he'd let the kid sleep another few hours, till it was time to lift off.

The grizzled spacer plopped down on a couch in the main hold, just before the cargo bay. He set his cup on the table and let the warm nutty aromas waft up to his nostrils, mixing with the cold smell of steel and grease from his rust-bucket of a Vessel.

"Tell me about yourself Acaleus. Never met you before. where you from guy? Where ya goin'?"

A calloused hand gripped the mug, bringing it to his mouth and he enjoyed a rich sip of the silky smooth beverage.

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

He raised an eyebrow, standing in the wall beside, drinking "Well...been a slave almost all my live. The owner of my liberty saw my fighting skills and decided to use me as a gladiator. I won my freedom and after that, started working for the Techno Union. It´s been a nice change" he left the empty mug in the table "Thanks for that"

He looked around "Do you know how much of a trouble is going to be delivering those good around the outer rim? Pirates, mercenary..." he scratched his back neck "Not that im going to say no. But just wanted to know how much of a hit your ship can get" he crossed his arms, leaning in the wall

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

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[member="Acaleus Thorn"]

Techno union eh? He thought to himself. He looked like an assassin really. Jack set the cup down and smirked as he mentioned the part about danger. Mercenaries? Bounty Hunters? All things he dealt with on a regular basis. No what really scared him the Sith and local planetary Patrols. Except they'd be avoiding all that, and with good reason too.

"Ha, I've never let fear run my life. I've been doing this job for about ten years now Acaleus. I'm an expert Navigator and Pilot."

Jack took another sip, beginning to wake up now from the caffeine.

"As for the Kessels Pride, she's taken many a beating. She'll hold. Tell me how's life now with the Techno Union. What are those folks about?"

 

[Acaleus Thorn]

"The dark side and light side. Mercenaries and every type of crazy good scum you could find" he looked to the ceiling "The weapons and armor you could find is amazing....look i been keeping this thing. I had enough money for living a simple life but the reason im in fear of pirates is the same reason i dont have that money. I was hired to be a body guard for a richman, it was a normal the day to day job. I had a ship but when i was ready to board it, the nobel put a poison dart in my neck. I woke up on the floor without ship or credits. I investigated and found the name and face of the muggler. Jerix Gruth, a human"

"I will be looking for him in the planets we land. If i found the stolen items i will still follow you as an escort" he stretched his arms to the side, closing his eyes "So when we are going to travel?"

[member="Jack Raxis"]