Faction SPACER GUILD: Picking the Carcasses

[Jerec Asyr]

MARKET WARD ISLAND - SECTOR'S BEST BLACK MARKET
WIELU
BORDER OF THE CIS AND THE CORPORATE AUTHORITY OF DENON
FRINGES OF DARKWIRE TERRITORY


"...and Quekko says to the Dark Empress, kid you not, 'those aren't my eggs.'"

Folks were still trickling in - Spacer Guild members come to have a chat about little things like profit and war. The venue was a bonfire on the beach. Jerec, as tonight's presiding authority, wore swim trunks in a spectacular paisley with a gunbelt overtop. He raised his can of lum in greeting as a Trandoshan crew carried in a gigantic carcass. They propped it over the side of the bonfire to roast.

"Alright," Jerec said, "looks like we've got a decent amount of Guild folks here." The Ithorian mechanic got up off the driftwood log he'd been sharing with a nice lady cyborg. He spoke up: "Plenty of lum, plenty of food, and thanks to those who brought stuff.

"The Sith Empire's going boom a piece at a time. Alliance, NIO, even the Silvers are taking a bite or getting ready to scavenge. I've made a couple peggats running fugitives and rhydonium out of the Empire, but that's just scratching the surface.

"What's your take on all this? Where do you see the juicy opportunities? Planets, lanes, goods, contacts, borders, treasures, procurement, salvage, evacs, profit, revenge, thrilling heroics? Let's go around the fire."




Aaran Tafo Aeshi Tillian Alkor Centaris Allyson Locke Amea Virou Tris Ay Ge Beskadala Bok Bwi'kan Cazzun xataar Chybo Fenn Ciara Ardellian CLEM Cotan Sar'andor Cuan Kunn Cyran Vaas Davin Skirata Dax Perl Ezekiel Graenge Frielle Kinniak Furch Lund Galen Arterius Gilamar Skirata Jacen Rann Jegy Sesara Jira Shav'al Hal Vaiken Jorco Czeku Julius Sedaire Juniper Jett Kaia Starchaser Kaleleon Katria Vekarr Kelsie Sylvan Kenth Haruss Kingsley Kole Eckttor Kyra Quez Len Vert Liam Sedaire Maynard Treicolt Miri O'Hare NE-1 Nova Casamyr Okkeus Dainlei Orson Jade Porl Berlmat Pyrrah Tae Ria Misrani Runi Verin Apollo Kurze Spacer Guild Commscan Relay Stace de'Lorne o'Breac Subject 73 Red Sylvia Virtos Taric Syn Tyria Koth Umedara Zaar Van Bri'tsyd Volod Bast Vouvry Wynter Rackham Yula Perl Zak Amroth Zef Halo Zivos

 

[Kingsley]

"Rrrrawk! Let me tell you a story..." Kingsley leaned in so shadows flickered off his predatory beak from the fire, "about a Sith Imperial officer named Vaskej. A few weeks ago he staggers into a cantina on Cantonica, takes a seat next to an outer rim freighter captain. Turns out Vaskej is dying from a vibroknife wound, courtesy of his former employers...the Sith Inquisition. Apparently this officer was responsible for the security of one particular ship. A ship with a cargo so rich the Sith Empress herself was very anxious to see it launched."

"Vaskej warned that it was too late. The course it would take was through a region prone to all kinds of gravity flares and space anomalies this time of year. With the civil war, no escort could be mustered on short notice either. But his superiors demanded he sign off. They told him if he couldn't arrange for an escort he should plot a course for the ship unknown to anyone but her captain and consider that route a state secret. When Vaskej threatened to report his concerns to the Dark Council...things got ugly."

His 'ganic eye widened and the smuggler began to salivate. He was no longer paying attention to Jerec Asyr or any of the others. Clearly this was something of an obsession.

"Which ship?" the bird paused for dramatic effect, "Rrrrawk! Heart of Kyber. The largest Sith treasure ship in the outer rim! Total cargo in excess of...well, more than any of you can imagine. And I'm gonna rob her."

 

[Sylvia Virtos]

Sylvia wasn't a swimmer, but she did enjoy her get-togethers with like-minded people. Instead of swimming gear, Sylvia wore a buttoned-up flannel jacket and a pair of jeans. Her boots stood next to the beach chair she sat on as she enjoyed the warmth of the bonfire. With a can of Lum in hand, she listened to the stories and laughed along with the jokes. She had adjusted to the spacer life quickly.

A hiitian began hanging up a tale, one Sylvia had trouble believing. The mental image of the bird-person robbing a highly valuable Sith-Imperial ship was certainly amusing, though. She chuckled, but didn't comment on the story. If it was real and he'd be going after it, she'd wish him the best of luck. She herself was staying far away from anything Sith-imperial until they were well and truly dead.

"As for me," the magenta-haired girl then said, taking the stage, "all I'm really waiting for is for the entire thing to collapse. I'll rest a lot more soundly once they're gone." Her words and her imperial accent made it fairly easy to put one and one together. As a defector of a nation that didn't take too kindly to such 'traitors', she constantly had eyes in the back of her head. "I'm not risking the heat until then." If she walked into Sith territory today, she more than likely wouldn't be coming back out alive.

 

[Zivos]

Zivos was full Ubese, and thus not enjoying the beach scene as everyone else could.

His second skin body suit kept the filthy oh-two off him, visor keeping tabs on everyone that walked to and from. The aural sensor picked up on the ion trail the bird was dropping on them and his interest shifted from the drink in hand to the story. The jacket shifted as he turned to look at the one providing the story. Pants and boots markedly out of place in this scene.

He wasn't in his full gear, but it was still more than most people had on it seemed.

More cargo than they could dream of?

He wondered how difficult it would be to use the Gremlin to snag some acquired freight of his own. Further pondering actually teaming up with the bird given he didn't have to actually smell the beast. First, details though.

"That ship can't be sitting quietly and waiting for you to show up. Besides, the thing is gonna call for help whenever you dropped into realspace near it if it's supposed to be state secret." Zivos spoke through his helmet to Kingsley , annunciator doing the heavy lifting of carrying his voice over the fire in its electronic tone of disbelief.

 

[Kingsley]

"Rrrawk! That's why we need to steal an interdictor!" Kingsley flapped his arms and squawked at Zivos loudly, "Maybe a jammer. Details! Details!"

So far this conversation was going the same way it had gone at every other frontier outpost and dive cantina for three sectors trailing. He couldn't understand what it was about him that seemed so untrustworthy. The smuggler rubbed his hands together insidiously for warmth before he peeled off a molting feather from his scalp. Raw sewage smell wafted downwind.

"Don't worry kid," the bird nodded sagely, "I'm gonna teach you how to live."

As if noticing her for the first time Kingsley leered suddenly at Sylvia Virtos .

"Hello angel," he almost purred, "Going my way?"

There was a brief awkward pause.

"No seriously I'm between ships at the moment."

 

[Jerec Asyr]

"Well hold on now. Captain Kingsley , the Moldy Crow himself, has a reputation for audacity, and I like that. I also like the sound of robbing a Sith Empire treasure barge. Sure, it's likely to be chock-full of Sith and Sithspawn and loyal troopers, but if we find the thing and chloroform and board it, we can take the first two down no problem. You folks ever hear of a gas called nagnol? Incredible stuff. Lethal as balls, even for big nasty things - and it'll disrupt a ship's internal sensors. Bam go the Sith, bam go the Sithspawn...and bam go the troopers' helmet sensors. Assuming their helmets can even filter poison gas. Anyone up to speed on Sith troopers' helmet filters? Or know where we could find an interdictor?"

Sylvia Virtos Zivos

 

[Delila Castillon]

Dells had grown to love the beach - not that she had little choice,being in love with a Nautolan and all. However she wasn't sure it was the proper space for a bunch of crusty low-life spacer types to be gathering in. There was a rank sewage-smelling giant bird out in the sands for crying out loud, how did this not attract attention of the wrong crowd? If this had been herself, Xin Boa and Brak they would have been shot at five times over by now. Apparently Sewage Bird looked more mainstream than the crew of the Saegassum and she wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Lethal as balls.

Now that caught her attention. Poison gas of some sort, nag something or other. Idly she wondered how difficult it would be to obtain such a gas and transport it for 'personal' use. It sounded like it could cure a few of the ailments that she typically ran into on deep space. The Ithorian was making the substance sound like any job could be pulled off, a plus when working with a smallish crew who didn't trust anyone.

Now the Ithorian was asking for an interdictor, as if they could be found at the local used starship lot. Lofty goals this group.

 

[Sylvia Virtos]

At first, Sylvia had been amused by the bird, but when the wind blew his smell past her nose, the entertainment factor he brought with him was quickly ruined. She looked away for a moment to hide her disgust and took the largest sip of Lum she'd ever taken in her life, hoping it'd somehow help with getting rid of the smell that was lingering in her nose. That bird desperately needed a shower.

When the magenta-haired woman recomposed herself and turned her face back towards the group, she found the hiitan looking right at her. A blank, very unamused look was shot back at him as he spoke. Sylvia was both disgusted and offended. Before she could promptly chew him out, the ithorian of the group intervened and turned the topic of conversation back to the heist they were planning. Hopefully her glare had been enough to get the point across, but it rarely was. She wasn't counting on it.

"An interdictor? I thought you were the ship salesman," Sylvia jested. She wasn't too keen on boarding a Sith ship, but one thing she had learned was to never say no immediately. "I might have some connections though, possibly. I'm making no promises, but I could try landing a helmet for you to run tests on." It was somewhat of a long shot, but she could certainly try the avenues she did have. If it got her paid, it was worth the shot.

Jerec Asyr | Kingsley | Zivos | Delila Castillon
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[Xin Boa]

"I don't think we want any sith entanglements," Xin muttered to Dells. He had been listening to the conversation. The bold proclamations from the hiitian who didn't even have a ship to enact the plan.

Xin and Dells had been used to try and transport a real person in hibernation. They weren't sure it hadn't been the sith, but someone had sent them smuggling the kid because he could use the Force. Xin had enough trouble with fate that he didn't like the tempt it.

"Trying to steal an interdictor sounds like fun though."

He suspected he was going to get a significant eyeroll for that.

 

[Delila Castillon]

"Sounds like fun?"

Eyes did roll at that, the 'fun' part. Now if he had used the word interesting or perhaps intriguing then she could let the Nautolan off the hook. They had stole their current vessel, the Saegassum, and she certainly didn't remember much in the way of fun during the entire process. However, with so many people on their tails at the moment, what was one more group? Perhaps two would get in the way of each other and give their little crew more of a chance to break ahead.

Couldn't hurt.

"Mr.Ithorian?" Dells hoped it was a male, she was using context clues from the trunks. "Our crew can get you an interdictor."

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Sylvia Virtos got a look of wounded pride. "I am your primary connection for pre-owned starships, it's true. I've never had interdictor tech cross my lot, and I'd like to change that by hook or by crook. It's almost more interesting to me than the treasure ship we'd use it to steal."

He refocused on Delila Castillon and Xin Boa , who looked thick as thieves. "You can get us an interdictor, you say..."

 

[Zivos]

Steal an interdictor.

The conversation became both more interesting and alarming at the notion. If he were back on his ship he might of pinched the bridge of his nose just thinking about all of the things that had to go right for this to work.

Then again he had heard of crazier things working on little more than a whim of thought.

An Ithorian popped into the conversation, adding their own brand of crazy to the idea with some form of gas. Zivos had worked for the Soth before, but never against them in such a way. Seemed it was time to try on that particular jacket.

Someone offered to get the interdictor, which took the load off the one side of the deal. To which he offered something to the other end of it.

"If one were to dump the goods out of the trash port, my cargo hauler could pick it out of space. Especially since I could hide it in different containers." Zivos added to the idea.

 

[Kingsley]

"Rrrawk! Now a pretty dame like you I'm sure could get whatever she wants!"

His loathsome attentions toward Sylvia Virtos evaporated as soon as he laid eyes upon the ravishing Delila Castillon . Kingsley hobbled to his talons nearly tripping over Zivos and adopted a strange looking mosey-strut. He regurgitated a phlegm-like substance which the smuggler used to smooth back the unkempt feathers around his scalp ineffectively. His beak contorted into what could only be described as a confident smirk.

"Captain Kingsley. Charmed I'm sure," the bird said in a husky voice, "Tell me something. Are you a part of some ancient Force prophecy? Cause baby I think you're the chosen one."

He ignored Xin Boa completely. Whether Kingsley considered her nautolan partner a threat or simply didn't consider him at all was unclear. The closer he got to them both however the more his odor became a problem. Obviously this freelancer had fallen on even harder times than usual. Without looking at the ithorian he pointed a claw at Jerec Asyr . His gaze was still fixed uncomfortably on the smuggler's latest paramour.

"I trust her, Jerec. She has kind eyes."

 

[Sylvia Virtos]

Sometimes, a compliment just felt wrong. This was one of those moments, on every single possible level. Sylvia tuned out of the ship-stealing talks for a moment and she came this close to explaining in fine detail exactly how utterly disgusted she was, when the bird seemed to instantly forget about her and turned to the redheaded lady of the group. As bad as the spacer felt for her, she was glad to be out of his attention.

"You know what," Sylvia remarked as she picked up her boots and began putting them on, "I think I'm going to make that call right now. I'll be right back."

In between boots she'd polish off her can of Lum, which she tossed into the sand. She'd be back soon anyway. Maybe. The woman got up, waved to nobody in particular, and went to look for a secluded place. Perhaps she'd actually have that holocall there, perhaps she would not. She'd absolutely take the time to breathe some air far away from the hiitan, though.

Kingsley | Zivos | Jerec Asyr | Delila Castillon | Xin Boa ​