The Madonna

[The Red of Sinner]

As he could usually be found, Ryan was on Nar Shadaa. Here it was that anything could be found, and anything was for sell. He was in the process of remodeling his ship, The Madonna. Being a Rigger class freighter, not much could be done to it, but a few things. The night had come in, and he wasn't even near finished. He was in the middle of ripping out the wall that separated the cargo bay, and the small useless room. It was probably a storage room, but he needed this to be bigger. "Blasted duraplast....who builds this kinda crap?" He was muttering to himself. Somewhere in the ship he had lost his first bottle of rum, so he wasn't drunk yet. Piece by piece he was pulling wall out, and throwing it outside the ship. He stopped for a second outside, his helmet wasnt activated. He looked up at the sky, with its purpose, and oranges, with black here, and there. Speeders, and ships zoomed about third daily business. At any moment those ships could explode, or be fire upon another for a hit. "What's life without a bit of action?" He sighed. Wiping away a stream of sweat off his face he continued his work.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Xyra looked up from where she was leaning against a doorway.
"What's life without a bit of action?"
She quirked a cold smile and strode over, fingers resting lightly on the hilt of her vibro-knife. That was a question she had an answer for. Stopping before the man, she looked him in the eye and answered the question. "Unprofitable, for one. Which is an issue I have at the moment."

[member="McNeal"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Reaching for his repeater pistols, he realized he had left them on the ship, along with his other weapons. He was unarmed save his fist. "I'm sure that issue can be solved." he stared at the lady. Already he realized she had vibroknife on her, and she seemed just faster then he was. "Beautiful night isnt it?" He tried to change subjects, actions one thing, being in a knife fight without a weapon....that was stupid. [member="Xyra Rahn "]

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Xyra nodded coldly. "It certainly could be, if there was ever such a thing as a beautiful night on this rock." She gave a shrug, and looked up at the sky. She wasn't really expecting a fight. There was no need for one yet. Or one at all, even. Getting off the planet was the goal now. Other plans would come later.

[member="McNeal"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

[member="Xyra Rahn "]

Lucky for him, she wasn't attacking. "Depends on what your definition of beautiful is." He replied. What was this woman doing here? Hopefully there wasn't a bounty on his own head. "There a beauty here, that takes...a deeper look into to understand." He said not as a offensive remark, but to just make conversation.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Xyra shrugged, "If you wish it. That is not why I am here though. You have a ship. I would like to get off this planet. How much would it cost to pay for a ride away?" She didn't have credits at the moment, but she didn't think it'd be too difficult to procure the necessary funds. Happened all the time on a planet like this. It might make things a little dicier, but nothing she probably couldn't handle.
[member="McNeal"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

"Free" was all he said. If one thing could be said about Ryan, it was his generosity. "Where to though?" He turned, and looked at her. "Its a bit messy right now as you can see, but wherever you wanna go ill take you there." He stopped speaking. @Xyra Rahn

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Xyra inclined her head, startled. "That's quite a bold statement in this place. It would certainly be appreciated though, if you could take me to Iridonia." Home. It was an odd thought to be going home, especially after she had worked so hard to leave. Such was life though. Always throwing surprises to be prepared to react to. Sometimes with a weapon. Other times with the right words. Either way, one just had to always be prepared.

[member="McNeal"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

"Well, I'm a bold man." He winked at her. "Climb aboard the Madonna. We'll leave ASAP." he remarked. He assembled all the metal he had cut out, and brought it back in. "Gonna do something with this metal plating." He said after he had brought it all back in. [member="Xyra Rahn "]

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Xyra gave another nod and strode up the boarding ramp, ducking inside. "It could always be refashioned into armor or weapons, if you so desired, or simply decorative shards." She didn't really see much point in decoration such as that, but some found them appealing, so they had their uses. Not unlike sentient beings many times. "Madonna is an interesting name for a starship. Is there a story behind it?"

[member="McNeal"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

As he made his way rights cockpit, he nodded. "Yes, there is. My mother's name is Madonna." He simply said. He settled in his seat, and began flipping switches to start the engines. "Nothing special I guess." He'd need a drink if he was about to tell this story. He reached up under the dashboard, into a secret compartment. Pulled out a bottle a light liquor. "Would you like some?" He offered. Never drink without offering, that was his rule. [member="Xyra Rahn "]

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Xyra followed and buckled herself into another seat, ready to listen in exchange for the ride. "I'd love one, thank you." Always good to keep people happy, and freely offered alcohol was a rare treat. There was usually some sort of price involved. She settled back into the seat. "And Madonna is a good name, both for a mother and a ship. "

[member="McNeal"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

"Yeah? She was great. Better understanding, but then women usually understand better then men." He said pretty sure insulting himself at the same, he tossed her the bottle. "Ladies first." he grabbed the yoke, and lifted it up slowly, as so did the Madonna. "So you really want to know that story? Or are you just amusing me?" He asked when the ship was finally lifted up enough to begin actually flying it. "Either ways fine, you seem a serious type, which is a good type. Not like me, talk to much." There he was rambling, and he hadn't even taken a sip yet. Maybe it was woman made him nervous. Not jumping, just not sure what to say. [member="Xyra Rahn "]

 

[Krenis Skirata]

[member="McNeal"]
Xyra nodded, taking a small drink, and then handing the bottle back to him. "I have found that to be the case, certainly. And I actually am interested." Beings were fascinating in the way lab experiments or tragedy victims were fascinating. Puzzles that could be taken apart, shifted, and then put back together. Or simply poked to see how they were effected. She was also bored. So a story, no matter how sad, was a way of spending time.

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Ryan chuckled, the woman would humor him with her with his stupid life story of how Madonna became the name of his ship. He took a sip of the drink, and handed it back. "Father, and mother were in the republic. Wanted me, and my siblings to join at some point. Threw my brother, and I in military school. Sister...I don't know what she was doing at this point. I got away from there. Did some odd jobs here, and there." He began to adjust the controls to auto pilot, letting the hyperspace to warm up. This was a older version, but still very reliable. "Anyways did whatever job I could find, not merc work, but real jobs...I guess any jobs real. Got a message one day while I was working on some guy's ship, mechanic this time, did decent work there. Message said brother died in a skirmish. Republic against the Fringe. So I went back home, Coruscant, went to the funeral. Found out it was a double funeral. Mom had died from stress....realized...it was my fault. She thought all her boys were dead now. So I picked up my old family heritage, war, and got me a ship, this baby. Named after my mother." He patted the dashboard. It was your average story of anyone, but it was his story none the less. "That's her story." [member="Xyra Rahn "]

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Xyra took the bottle and took another sip before handing it back. She had no intention of getting drunk. The sensation had no appeal to her. She nodded as he talked, listening. "That is an unfortunate story you have. I'm sure she would be honored that you named your starship after her. There are not many who would be remembered such a way." The part about his heritage was fascinating. War. That was something she understood. "Are you... a trader, then?" Trader being a safer start to the conversation they say, asking if he was a smuggler or bounty hunter.

[member="McNeal"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

He grinned at her, and took the bottle, sipped it, then offered again. "I am...opportunistic. I didn't want war forced on me, I wanted war because I choose it. There's a difference. You gotta enjoy your job, right?" He winked at her. "Hold on,
Hyperdrives ready." With that, he slowly pushed the lever forward, and they shot off. "How long does time clock say to get there? Its on your side." He said pointing in her general right side as he checked to make sure everything was going green. "Never been to this planet before. This home?" He probed her back, probing was a personal word that could offend, more like curiously asked. [member="Xyra Rahn "]

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Xyra nodded with a grim smile, "We are alike, then, especially in enjoying the job." She leaned over to examine the clock. "Several hours on it, and yes, I suppose. Not been there in a long time." Not like there was really much there for her though. Except others of her culture. She had heard a new warlord had risen and was attempting to form an army. That was something she needed to see.

[member="McNeal"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

He nodded at her. "Are we?" He asked. "You seem like your in search of something, answers maybe? Or purpose?" After everything was in the green he kicked back. "You don't have to answer that assumption." He like this woman who was way more calm then he'd realized at first. Not a lot of people understood he did jobs that he enjoyed, be it killing, or the occasional showing face. He put the drink away, there was no point being drunk. @Xyra Rahn

 

[Krenis Skirata]

Xyra shrugged, and gave a cold smile. "Credits." Answers were unnecessary, and purpose she already had. "By any means necessary." Murder, petty theft, extortion, it didn't matter. She'd used all of them before. Nothing big though. Hopefully she'd get a shot at one.

[member="McNeal"]