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[Noamd]

Location - Ankus


Nomad walked into the cantina whose name was not important, he wanted to find someone that could get him to Glee Anselm undetected from the one sith.

'Red leaf tea.' He requested at the bar, sitting on a stool, his elbows and forearms resting on the bartop. He looked around, breathing heavily. First he would wait and see if anyone spook to him. If that didn't work he would go ask around.

[member="Orange Apricot"]

 

[Slot 6]

"Would you like a lemon with that?"​

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"...No."​

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Orange replied to the bartender that was getting her water. She wasn't exactly pressed for time, so she decided to get a little more hydration before the shipment was scheduled to go through. 8,000 pounds of glitterstim. It wasn't going to be easy to get that kind of cargo to Glee Anselm. But it was a good price. She couldn't pass up numbers of that size.​

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She glanced around for a minute or two. Not as many patrons in the cantina as there was the night before. Orange was glad. They were always way too loud and way too lively. She looked at the Nautolan sitting a couple of seats down from her. Didn't see too many of them come through, either.​

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[member="Nomad Crimson"]​

 

[Noamd]

[member="Orange Apricot"]

Okay so not many poeple here, not to worry. Nomad started asking around is anyone was on their way to Glee Anselm. A Derivonian, Ithorian and even a n other Nautolan refused to take him with them to Glee Anselm

Finally he walked up to an Orange Twi'lek 'Um hello... Would you be by any chance going to Glee Anselm?' He asked nervously. Nomad hadn't seen all that many Twi'leks and despite their similarities Nomad was slightly afraid of them.

Either way if it was his only way without interfering is One Sith then so be it.

 

[Slot 6]

The Nautolan from before walked up to Orange. She eyed him warily, as she did with any stranger. He seemed very obviously nervous. The orange Twi'lek sat her drink down, turning to him with a cold, calm demeanor.​

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"Who's asking?"​

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Her words were gruff and full of seriousness.​

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[member="Nomad Crimson"]​

 

[Noamd]

[member="Orange Apricot"]

Nomad thought for a moment, not wanting to give too much away he said "I'm a traveller, looking for safe passage to Glee Anselm Could you by any chance grant me passage?" It was a long shot yes, however it was the best he could do.
Nomad cloak covered his leatheris sleeveless jumpsuit, he gave off a jedi look to some, however he would claim they're just grasping at straws.

 

[Slot 6]

She thought for a moment. Passengers weren't a normal thing for her, unless you counted illegal goods and drugs as passengers. It could complicate the job to have someone else aboard. But, if there were credits involved....​

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"I suppose I could take you. For the right price..."​

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[member="Nomad Crimson"]​

 

[Noamd]

[member="Orange Apricot"]
Nomad thought about payment, it was a slight problem. "I can offer 1,000 credits there and another 500 once we get there, plus..." Nomad pulls out a small token, which had almost no value but to show off. "This"

He hoped that it would be enough, and that this pilot Wasn't greedy like the last few he encountered.

 

[Slot 6]

Orange looked at the little token. She wasn't exactly an expert on judging something's value, but she could tell it probably wasn't going to amount to much if she sold the thing. But 1,000 credits and an extra 500 added on to the chit-load she was going to get from the glitterstim ? that was good enough for her.​

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She held out her hand to seal the deal.​

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"You got yourself a pilot."​

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[member="Nomad Crimson"]​

 

[Noamd]

[member="Orange Apricot"]

"Great!" He said, shaking the Twi'lek's hand "Name's Nomad, yours?" Nomad couldn't help but smile. Although he would go almost broke to pay the pilot it would be worth it.

"When do we leave?" Nomad added in.

 

[Slot 6]

"Just call me Apricot. We'll head out after I finish my drink."​

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Orange didn't quite understand Nomad's overly eager expression. What was so great about Glee Anselm? Seriously, the place was about as run-of-the-mill as any other planet on her smuggling runs.​

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She sipped some more of her water, continuing to stare at the peculiar Nautolan.​

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[member="Nomad Crimson"]​

 

[Noamd]

[member="Orange Apricot"]

"Good to meet you."
Nomad sat in the chair one over from apricot. He entered a trance like state, not meditation, it was just a distort on the perception of time, while staying aware of other people around him.
He wasn't entirely sure how he does it, however he was making use of it there.

 

[Slot 6]

Orange began to seriously question the guy's sanity after a few more minutes of looking at him. What was he doing? His eyes were practically glazed over, and he was just sitting there like some Spice-hyped freak.​

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She downed the rest of her water in twenty minutes. Standing up, she walked up to Nomad and tapped him twice on the shoulder.​

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"You know, it's bad to do Spice in such an open place. Even with the kinda people you see in here, the feds are still known to come in for inspections and stuff..."​

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[member="Nomad Crimson"]​

 

[Noamd]

[member="Orange Apricot"]

He look to the twi'lek rather suddenly. "Hm? Oh I don't do spice it messes with my brain it was a sort of.. Never mind I don't know how to explain it."
He raised from his own seat and blinked once, Nomad didn't blink much even for a Nautolan.

"Where's your ship?" He asked.