The Train Station

[Breanna Volsh]

[SIZE=12pt]Bree drummed her fingers on the edge of the table she had seen it again on the holo news reports of escaped slaves. The humanitarian agencies flooded the holo news with the images what the Sith claimed and what happen seemed to be two different things.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It wasn’t just the Sith though it was the Hutt’s as well, and a few others that she had not figured out. [member="Jericho"] had said at one time to start at the bottom that’s how you got them. Ok. She was going to start at the bottom by helping the slaves.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She was setting up a meeting for those interested but first she needed to find someone who would help her with the first attempt. She was jumping into this and she knew it could be costly but she had seen the bodies.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]A man so frail she had concerns about anyone touching him had come into the Palace, he walked on unsteady legs. His face seemed so hollow, so gaunt she felt the need to talk to him. She had gently guided him to a table and made sure he was given food, and drink.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He told her a story of escape from a Hutt one here on Nar Shaddaa but that there were others throughout the galaxy. He had seen some, his former master it seemed maintained residences on a few worlds to conduct his business. How odd that a Hutt would move so much, as large as they were.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]His name was Frell, and he told her about a ship set adrift with slaves. They were being punished for rising up against their Hutt master.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Bree asked for the location, armed with just a set of coordinates Bree went to the spaceport, into a Cantina called the One Way Trip. She needed someone with a ship, someone not afraid of the huts, and someone who was available now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]So how do you walk into a bar and get help.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“I need a pilot with a good fast ship…” She waited, would anyone take her up on it...or had she with her forwardness just scared them all off.[/SIZE]

[member="Sam Turain"]

 

[H3xle]

Sam took a few sips of his coffee as he looked around the cantina. He'd just offloaded a good haul of what the authorities may or may not have considered contraband, had they found it within the crates of medical supplies that the Johnson had also ordered. The pay for the job would set him for a few more months, so he could pull legal jobs or even do a few more runs for his new friends that he sometimes moonlighted for. At the moment, though, he was just sitting in the cantina and sipping some below par coffee. He was almost wishing that he'd let himself drink, but not quite.

“I need a pilot with a good fast ship…”

Sam put down his coffee and glanced around the cantina. Other people were doing the same sort of rubber necking, but no one was stepping forward. The statement had been bold enough to gather a great deal of attention and vague enough that no one in this bar was going to speak up. They all had crap ships anyway. Sam glanced at his coffee, then up to Bree.

"Coffee here is crap anyway." He left the cup on the table as he slid out of his booth and sauntered over to the bar, near where she stood. Sam slid onto a bar stool and looked at Bree for a few, long heartbeats. This wasn't the lascivious gaze of a lecher, though Sam did find Bree attractive. Instead, this was the sizing up one did before jumping off a bridge and hoped the water was deep enough below. She looked like she needed help. Sam got the sinking feeling like he was about to take on a charity case. With a shrug, he finally spoke.

"Outrider 1 isn't the fastest or toughest ship out there, but she's got what it takes for most jobs and I fly pretty damn well. I've got a loyal crew and it sounds like you have a job." He stated these things in his slow, conversational tone. A small spark of a smile lit in his eyes. "Though I believe it'd be wise to do any further discussion elsewhere." His eyes flashed past her to several people who he knew to be professional gossipers.

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[SIZE=12pt]Bree turned her head so there was someone among them that was willing to jump off a cliff. She smiled brightly at him, “yes I agree discussion can take place else where” She walked over to him Zeltrons were a dime a dozen on Nar Shaddaa.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She lowered her voice, “I can take you some place where the alcohol isn’t watered down and privacy is guaranteed” She watched him she did not need to size someone up really, she trusted usually too easily. But so far that had worked out for her so she would not be changing things now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He had that clean cut look to him, a mop of brown hair that at any moment could be considered out of control, and a lop sided grin that probably broke a lot of hearts. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Interested in walking with me?” She took those first few steps away, her blue eyes quickly scanned the room no one had moved, and so that meant so far no one else was interested in anything they did.[/SIZE]

[member="Sam Turain"]

 

[H3xle]

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

Sam couldn't help but grin at her. Either she knew that he found her attractive, or she was an expert flirt. Or both.

He stood up and stepped up to her side. Smoothly, he offered her his arm and, if taken, he would escort her from the cantina. He waited a few moments as they navigated a few corners. When it was clear that no one was following them closely, Sam turned his head and winked at Bree.

"By the way, I'm Sam. Sam Turain." He grinned, looked nonchalantly over his shoulder, then back to her. "It sounds like you might have a job that might need doing..."

 

[Breanna Volsh]

She took the offered arm and walked along side him keeping her eyes always on their surroundings, and one in a while catching his attention with a litlte smile. They finally made enough turns that it would be semi safe to speak. She wished her hearing was better for then she'd be able to tell if someone was following.

"I do, and if you aim to misbehave this might be right up your alley" She smiled, "I'm Bree Sam, pleasure to meet you" She turned, "Walk with me Sam, let's talk I always think better when I'm moving" her blue eyes blinked slowly as she spoke. She couldn't help how her species worked, or looked. Her walk often invited comments, her way of acting often got her attention, and the pheromones well it was easy to see what it did to people. It was all good as far as she could tell, she didn't lead people on, she did not lie, and she always remained true to herself.

There did not seem to be any listeners, but she also knew that technology was not always the friend it could be, "So Sam, do you like Nar Shaddaa?"

[member="Sam Turain"]

 

[H3xle]

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

"I do, and if you aim to misbehave this might be right up your alley" She smiled, "I'm Bree Sam, pleasure to meet you" She turned, "Walk with me Sam, let's talk I always think better when I'm moving"

"Well, I'm almost always up for a little misbehaving." He replied, and once again he couldn't help but smile. "The pleasure is mine, Bree. Lead on."

"So Sam, do you like Nar Shaddaa?"

"Well, it definitely feels homey to me." Sam replied slowly. He was continuing to keep a surreptitious eye out for any tails. He quickly synced his motion with hers, a trick he learned from his parents, having to help walk them home from cantinas and make sure they stayed upright. He'd have to sync steps with them, feel the shift of weight that indicated a turn or stumble. With a person who wasn't drunk and was walking arm in arm with him, he easily slid into it. As such, he was able to deftly turn the corners she wanted to turn, as if they both knew where they were going, rather than possibly neither truly having a destination in mind. "I grew up in the life I lead, so I've seen my share of Nar Shaddaa's around the galaxy. Each one has a distinctive undertone, but on the surface they feel the same. This one has been a home to me for the past few months. Home being where my bank routing number leads, that is." He'd stay on whatever topic she wanted, knowing that eventually she'd broach the job. He only needed to brusquely mention it once to let her now he was likely in for it.

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Sam Turain"]​

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She nodded, and kept him nearby she could check him if he were closer, she did not have his complete name yet. She looked at him he did not seem like the type that would lay in wait to take someone out. But her judge of character was questionable at times, this may well be another one of those times.

He grew up in the life, interesting, so technically he was a dynasty. "I grew up on Zeltros learning how to have a good time." She smiled wondering how he would take that, did he think like others. Oh look Zeltron...sex. He admitted that he followed credits, good and bad. If he lived by credits then was his loyalty for sale if the credits were right?

"I have a delicate mission to perform and it will require bringing cargo back here." She leaned closer, "illegal cargo" she whispered. She walked slowly with him, "Is that a deal breaker?" Her blue eyes looked over to his, waiting for the answer.

 

[H3xle]

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

Sam took a few moments to walk with her, rounding still another corner before looking at her again and smiling. He was definitely attracted to her, but he made no move to attempt to claim her for his own. He continued to walk with her, arm in arm as if they were just two young friends going for a walk. After a moment he responded to her question.

"No, that's not a deal breaker. I deal in both sides of the law. I try to keep it as clean as possible, but the way things are these days a man or woman needs to earn their credits where they can." He spoke slowly still, seeming at least mildly regretful of some of his actions. "I've got a few rules, though." He paused there, waiting a moment as he collected his thoughts. "My morals might seem shaky to a lawman, but I won't truck with slavers. The way I see it, everyone deserves freedom and choice, so if you're going to have me bring sentient chattel to market then I'm out." He spoke the word chattel as if it were a curse. "Second rule, The higher the danger, the higher the cost. I don't dump my cargo and I don't turn coat, sometimes those ethics can get a bit expensive. Third rule is I don't want to muck with the Sith on my ship. If you're needing me to smuggle a Sith artifact that means I'm going to be doing it without my crew. They're not sensitive nor trained to deal with sensitives and I won't be having them marked by force users as targets."

He pulled them to a stop in a small space between shops, to outsiders it would look like two overs having a moment, but instead Sam was looking into her eyes and he was all business. "Thems my rules. Do you have an issue with any of them?" His voice was soft and slow as always. He didn't take a look behind him, but he didn't need to. If this turned out to be a trap, he had sprung his rules in one of the places in Nar Shaddaa that he knew he could easily access the rooftops and make a run for it.

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Sam Turain"]​

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She tilted her head listening to him she had to push back her hair to be able to clearly hear the words he spoke, crystal clear blue eyes looked around. He had rules very interesting she knew people with rules she had a few herself these days. She had learned over time to adjust her life for rules. She nodded morals everyone had some set of morals whether they were low, or high born they all lived by something they had been taught.

Cost. She knew the cost would be high, but then maybe she could talk him down once he learned what it was.

Sith, she did not like sith at all and the fact that he was bringing it up to her after what they did to Zeltros was a bit of a slap in the face. She would let it pass for the moment. She almost screamed when he pulled them both into an alley, his voice was soft low and yet the intensity of his glare upon her told her this was a bit of a threat.

She smiled put her hand to his shoulder and slowly backed him up against the wall tilting her head and speaking with that same low voice.

"Morals, I don't sleep with people to get what I need done, it propraganda of my species to think so. As for what the law thinks, I'm sure in some part they will say what I will is illegal." She stepped closer to him, some would look and wonder exactly what they were doing but then others would see a female zeltron and make their own deductions.

"There's a limit to how high I can go, I'm not filthy rich. Third.........I don't like sith" She let him go and then backed up until her back rested against the wall.

"It's a group of refugees that need rescuing the coordinates make me think expanse speed is of the essence..." She wouldn't tell him it was a group of slaves they were rescuing until she was sure. Words were fine, actions spoke louder.

"So...want to check the coordinates and talk price?"

 

[H3xle]

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

Sam was mildly taken aback by her vehemence, he hadn't meant to scare or upset her by any of his actions or words. He merely wanted to state his ground rules in a place where he could skidaddle without to much issue if things went sideways.

"For the record, while I know you're a Zeltron, I make a habit of never assuming anything...ever. Leads to less drama." Sam rested his back against the wall, crossing his ankles before/below him and seeming to become very relaxed. "Before we talk where and how much, I'd like to know where and from what these refugees are coming. If time is of the essence, as you say it is, we can talk price enroute."

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Sam Turain"]​

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This was where telling the truth could get her two things. First it could get her help that she needed or Second it could get her all wrapped up tight and headed off into Sith territory, fortunately there was not a bounty on her head so.."They are escaped slaves, they are trying to get to a safe place. I can get them to the safe place but first I have to rescue them before the Sith get to them, and take them back"

If that happened the slaves would be punished and worked harder until they died. Death would be welcome over the punishment, there were rumors as to what the punishment could be, or would be for those caught. But now would Sam help her, or would he decide to walk away. She did not know and she would not use her abilities to influence him to do what she wanted. It had to be free choice.

 

[H3xle]

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

Sam heard Bree say that they were slaves in need of rescue. Now, was she playing him for some reason, or was she being straight with him. He spent a whole minute, eyebrow arced, looking her in the eyes. After that minute he sank back against the wall again and looked both ways up and down the alley before speaking.

"Alright, I'm gonna take you at your word. Let's get going." He said as he offered his arm again and began walking further into the alley. "You've got the coordinates on you?" If she were to walk with him, he would lead her around a pair of corners, first right, then left, and into a hangar that looked like a tenement building on the outside. Inside she would see Outrider 1 sitting, being prepped for take off. Sam would raise his voice as they approached. "Tani, spin up the engines. We've got somewhere to be yesterday."

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Sam Turain"]​

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Finally they were moving, "Yes I have them right here they've been drifting last known to be near Nar Kreeta" She walked she did not dare not too if she lost him in a crowd lives could be lost and she did not want that to happen.

She looked up at the ship she did not know much about ships but she knew just enough to be dangerous when she spoke of them. "Do you need those coordinates now, or once we break free of the planet's gravity?

This was happening, he was going to take her, "I can't thank you enough for this truly, its a great gift" She would have to pay him but it cost a lot to run a ship, so doing it for free never crossed her mind to do. She just didn't know what to say except thank you. She did wonder how long it would take to get there to find out if they were alive or if they had been poisoned and were now..well she wouldn't think about that.

 

[H3xle]

[member="Breanna Volsh"]

"Thank me when we have them in my hold." He said as he led her through the ship and into the cockpit. He slid into the pilot chair and went through a few switches and dials before he grabbed the controls and lifted them off the ground. They rose through the open roof of the building that held their hidden landing pad and up into the open air. Sam tilted them to the forty-five and kicked in the atmospheric boosters. Slight gee forces pressed at the people inside the ship as they accelerated, slowly rising and raising the angle until they were perpendicular with the ground. Soon they burst from the atmosphere, jinking and dodging through the orbital traffic with little regard for other ships. In a few moments they were through the worst of it and had an open lane to get away from the planet. "Alright, give me the coordinates." He said as he pulled a keyboard from the side and started spinning up the hyperdrive.

 

[Breanna Volsh]

[member="Sam Turain"]​

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"I will do that" They walked quickly he understood how much time meant. She sat down and waited watching his every move. She wasn't feeling well she felt cold all the time. Bree pulled her comm out and then showed him the coordinates sent to her.

She had not really traveled since she had traveled with Orick, so this would be new again. She tried not to bite her nails but she just felt so out of control she needed something to do with her hands, a single fingernail became the victim of her anxiety.

"How long do you think? you know till we arrive?"