Stray Bullet Woman [ Open ]

[Cira]

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:: Stray Bullet Woman :: ​

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:: Abregado-rae
:: Abregado-rae Spaceport

GOLD ORBS BORE INTO THE SETTING SUN on the distant horizon. Behind her, the sounds of droids and machinery moving cargo into the Bulk Cruisers bound for the Bacta Run did little to distract her. Much had been done the past three months to ensure a steady supply of the healing agent went to her contracters and personel alike. Having Thyferra under Omega Pyre control gave the Private Military Contracter a measure of clout few were willing to challenge.

Not to mention brought in a steady stream of credits from the surrounding systems. It was a matter of common sense. Supply and demand. In the wake of the virus, there was a mighty high supply of demand for the product that could heal. And while bacta didn't cure the virus itself, the neccessity was still there for all other manner of injuries.

Now it was simply a matter of finding personel to ensure that it gets exactly where it needed to get to.

With a lofted brow, the woman took the small datapad from her pocket. It was of a slender design; small, black, and good for what she needed it for. This being a manifest of her cargo as well as a list of contacts -- plus the potential client. There were a few in the past few weeks that inqiured on making a contract.

She was here to negotiate such terms.

A small gust of wind came blowing across the spaceport then, lifting the scarlet tendrils of her hair up, sending them dancing away from her face. It was the tell tale marker for Omega Pyre's Prex. It was a deep rich red under the setting coral sun. A colour more red than auburn, a colour that had black highlights instead of the usual brown. It was as if someone had taken dark red Corseca gems and spun them out into her hair.

It’s the red hair for someone who looks great in black, true reds, royal blues; and true to the claim, Cira did that decked out in full black spider silk armour that hugged and clung to every dip, valley, and hill that was her body. The sort that would make any red-blooded male look twice; good long lingering looks at that.

Yet few ever tipped the scale when it came to Cira. No, they knew better. At least, if one didn't want to end up face first shoved up against the wall in an arm lock quicker than you can say 'Han shot Greedo first!"

But we'll just let folk figure that out for themselves...

 

[Daxton Bane]

The silver grey Sith shuttle gently glided unto the landing pad without so much as an incident. Moments later, the landing ramp engaged and a crimson hued Zabrak emerged wearing the a dark green hooded cloak over his muted brown Sith robes. Daxton was here to secure contacts with the leader of the Omega Pyre, in an attempt to convince the other factions to stand against the Republic and to secure a very valuable trade ally.

Following the directions given to him, he soon spotted the flame haired female. Her features were striking enough to merit more than a passing glance of admiration. So confident, he thought, her organization would make an excellent ally indeed.

"Greetings your Grace. My name is Bane and I do hope we can do business together."

 

[Cira]

A single auburn brow rose at the approach of the Zabrak, the shuffle of weapons going to the ready carry from her guards.

Bold, she mused to herself, the brow only rising higher at his proposition.

Two fingers rose, her signal for her guards to hold back and wait for further instructions. Turning her torso to face the crimson hued Zabrak fully, Cira canted her head slightly to the right, studying the sentient and his Force Signature. He was a Force user alright. Along with dark heavy aura that seethed as well as the trademark black tattoo's that lined his skin gave Cira the tell tale signs that they had nothing to do with a Zabrak clan but something far more darker.

A Sith.

Curious that one would travel so far from their influence cloud. Dealing with Sith was always a risky maneuver. While there were credits a plenty, they were... well a fickle lot.

"Bane," she repeated with slight query, her head tilting a bit as she searched his expression. "No title along with it?" She asked. Sith were a rather arrogant group. They were very specific when it came to titles such as Lord or Darth.

Now the question was.. did he work alone? Or was he part of the entirety of the group?

Her gaze flickered from the Zabrak towards the direction that he came, a simple phrase uttered just under her breath registered in the tiny earwig comm device by her ear. They wouldn't need further instructions; it was done to find out where the Sith came.. and if he was alone.

That is when she gave a faint smile, "But if you would like to come with me.... we can discuss your proposition for business..." She said, motioning with a hand towards the office by the spaceport heavily guarded by Omega Pyre guards.

 

[Daxton Bane]

"No title, your Grace. Bane is my name and I have no need for titles." He could tell she was studying him, wondering what was his motive. Well most people who encountered the Sith and didn't run away screaming were like that. "It would be my pleasure to accompany your Grace, for I have much business to discuss with you."

Should they hack into the shuttles starlog it would show that the vessel had been to several other systems close by. Systems known to have been frequented by soldiers of fortune for hire and bounty hunters.

 

[Cira]

The mention of no titles drew an upward curve of the corner of her mouth, her hair swaying with each and every step she took. "Business is always welcomed, Bane," she said with a soft murmur just over her shoulder towards the Zabrak.
In short order, she'd led him into the office building where there after they crossed the threshold to a large office with four walls of what appeared to be a glass-like substance. Waving a seat to the one in front of her desk, Cira said, "Please... do sit."
Sliding into her own chair, she crossed her left leg over her right and perked a brow, "So just what sort of business do you aspire to?"

 

[Daxton Bane]

"It has come to our attention that your company has in your employ individuals skilled in fugitive recovery. We wish to form business arrangement with you so that they can claim rewards from capturing known criminals and terrorist on our bounty watch list. Our list is extensive as there are many malcontents out there eager to destroy the peace of the galaxy. However I will have to point out that our bounties are paid for living prisoners only. It is the Sith Empire's desire to put these insane criminals and mad terrorists to trial to pay for their crimes. To this end we do not accept corpses, and would the prisoner to be relatively intact so they could face justice."

Punching a button on his data pad, Daxton showed to her the list of names on their bounty list, which included every master on the Jedi Council as well as notable knights and padawans, as well as famous Mandalorian mercenaries known to support the Republic. According to the list, each man and woman was listed along with the sheet of their crimes which ranged from genocide, mass murder, frustrated murder, up to inciting a riot.

"As you can see the list is long and rather well rewarding for the enterprising specialisy. I so do hope we can do business together."