The Longest Day

[Rekha Kaarde]

Most of her time away from Bespin, and now the searching across Coruscant for just the right place ever prepared her for this. Standing in the middle of the square looking at a blue twi'lek who was clearly upset and clearly wanted to have a piece of Rekha for some collection she had at home.

"Now now. I didn't know about that custom at all. Annnd you're right I shouldn't assume. But how do you get everyone not to touch them really? Especially those...they're plump, the color is stunning, and no matter what angle you look at it from they are begging to be touched." Being at the end of a blaster was nothing new to Rekha it wasn't common place either.

"So..perhaps I can offer something?" Rekha flashed a smile, "I'll buy you drink we can talk about it"

The twi'lek whose name Rekha had not yet managed to get shook her head and her hand, "No what you did it it......was wrong"

Rekha now put her hand to her hip rubbing her right hand on her neck, "Yeah but you didn't even give me a chance to say anything, I mean, feth, it's only a piece of fruit."

The twi'lek's lips pursed together and her brow furrowed, "I thought you were stealing it"

"Feth no, I'm hungry I wanted to look at it before I bought it. You must see a lot of thieves..and..what is this the only way you have a living, for you to eat. Cause I have a business, you could work for me." If you can't get them to lower the blaster find out what makes em tick and see if you can appeal to it Rekha was thinking to herself.

oh it was going to be a long day if this was only the start of it.

 

[Damon Riggs]

Riggs was on Coruscant for the the first time in a long while. He had avoided the place since he'd traded in his cushy living for a modified center cockpit YT-1300. Inquisitor's Revenge was his home now, and even though he'd been raised on Coruscant, he felt like a stranger. Damon avoided the part of the city planet where his parents would have been. They died in the liberation effort the Galactic Alliance had made to free the planet from the Sith. Riggs still couldn't forgive the GA for that, but that was his problem. He'd turned to drinking as a result, and only got sober after reconnecting with the only woman he'd ever loved. She'd left him for another man though, and was going to be getting married, so the rumors went. The two were friends, but rarely reached out to each other anymore.

The markets had always been a diversion, though full of all kinds of trouble. Coruscant had once been the capitol of empires, and now it was the furthest planet from Galactic Alliance control. It was a sad state of affairs, and more fun by the underground element than by the coffers of the Alliance elite.

Sharp blue eyes fell on a familiar scene. A woman was being held at blaster point by a vendor. The Twi'lek looked upset. Riggs could never stay out of it, so he walked over and pulled his own blaster out. It rest against the the temple of the Twi'lek's head and Damon spoke with a stern tone.

"Drop the blaster and hear the lady out. No reason for this to get ugly. She said it was a misunderstanding."

Riggs could never stop being the captain. He always had to be in control of the situation.


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[Rekha Kaarde]

And enter the would be knight in shining armor Rekha had two thoughts as the new comer stood there with his blaster. One. Did he think she was helpless? Two. Should he be minding his own business?

But.

She was learning not to be cranky, she smiled or tried to. "She was just putting it down. Seems she's been robbed a few times and my touching her fruit just set it all off." Rekha handed over a credit chit as the twi'lek lowered the weapon. Rekha with her other hand reached for the forbidden fruit. She looked at her...new....let's see....acquaintance. "You want some fruit?"

The twi'lek took the chit and put the blaster down. "you serious about the job?" Rekha nodded as she took a bite, "Yes, I'm starting a bar I need someone with people skills and who can handle a blaster. you seem to fit that role. I'm Rekha Kaarde look me up. I'm not hard to find."

She looked at [member="Damon Riggs"] , "Thanks for the help" Did he want the fruit? Rekha took a breath....be good be good...don't get sarcastic

 

[Damon Riggs]

Riggs shook his head. He often did go in guns blazing when it suited him, but he hated fighting. The thing was he'd had enough of it, which is what led to his breakup a couple of years ago. Riggs was done with the military, and he'd found his new love, smuggling. He'd never thought he'd be one to like the work, the seeming chaos, but his military background lent well to the work, and the credits were always good. He missed commanding a crew, but that was easily remedied if he could find jobs with bigger payouts.

"Didn't mean she wasn't going to pull the trigger," he said with a shrug as his own was put away.

He eyed the fruit again and shook his head one more time. For some reason it didn't look appealing. The Twi'lek seemed like she wanted the job at the bar, and after looking her over, Riggs could see why she wanted. Still, Riggs was the all work and no play man he'd once been. Alex had been the only one to get him to break from that, and with his best friend Marcus Jenkins no longer among the living... Riggs didn't see the need to let people close anymore. He was a tough nut to crack.

"Yeah, sorry. You probably had it under control, but I can't ever walk away. Call me type or whatever. Name is Riggs though. I specialize in transporting merchandise or various kinds if you ever need help with that."

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[Rekha Kaarde]

She looked him over as she winked at the twi'lek so she would relax, "Don't know what you are missing" She kept the fruit and now needed to decide what about this guy.

"Rekha Kaarde, and I like transporting things, and cantinas. Right now I'm scouting a location. While trying not to get shot. Seems to be harder and harder not to get shot. So Riggs, you say." She had to think a minute, "Ever do anything Rimma Trade Route?"

She wanted to know where he had flown if she was going to be busy getting a franchise on the Lucky Lady she might be able to use someone who could slip in and out of occupied space without getting caught. Course he didn't say he was able to infiltrate FO space, or any space not given over to free travel.

"Thanks for help though" She was gracious he was trying to help.

[member="Damon Riggs"]

 

[Damon Riggs]

"I've been all over sweetheart," he said with a smile, "Courscant is home... when I want to have one."

He had a feeling he was now on an interview. There was a small smirk on his face as he nodded over to the cantina nearby. It was a dark place, not quiet, but they didn't need it quiet. The conversation was going to be interesting.

"We can talk over drinks... I'll tell you what you want to know."

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

"Coruscant is busy, lively and often over crowded but yeah I can see the appeal." All over huh that could come in quite handy.

Oh magic words a drink and talk, "my favorite first round on me" She headed towards the place. It was like most little places that she had been in, you know the type - dark corners, well light behind the bar, the same smell of a cross between old smokey barrels and sweat. For some reason she liked it not the sweat so much but the smokey barrel, the biting taste of a good whiskey and of course bad bar food.

All this made her smile as she crossed the threshold, Lucky Lady it was not. She found a booth half lit half dark just in case they needed to fade from view.

"So Riggs, are you looking for work?" Rekha waved to the nearest droid to come over. A tin colored service droid with large blue bulbs probably to imitate eyes. Whoever designed that had the wrong idea, the voice was silky smooth yeah that's it, "what will you have?" it purred at them.

Rekha motioned to Riggs to order first, he was her guest, least in her mind.


[member="Damon Riggs"]