What's yours is mine!

[Judah Lesan]

Eric Ryder, agent, spy, intelligence operative, and today that meant smuggler. The spy was assigned to track down a crate, one crate, which contained some very important parts for a new prototype weapon being created. The parts had not made it to the drop off site, nor the agent escorting the crate. Something was wrong, and it was Ric's job to figure it out. Eyes rolled as he sighed. They always sent the single guys on the ones that didn't have a high life expectancy. Eric pulled double on that as unmarried and an orphan. The Rendili didn't mind though. He lived off the adrenaline.

He was outfitted with a tracking device, and started where the crate had last supposedly exchanged hands. Wolport. It was a wretched hive of scum and villany, supposedly the perfect cover, but also a likely place for something to go wrong. The crate had been equipped with a micro tracer, undetectable by the usual methods. All he could hope was that the crate still had it. The signal was taking him to some of the hangar bays, to one in particular. He rolled his eyes. It had never left Wolport.

Running a report, Ric quickly ascertained the owner of the YT-1930 the signal was coming from, and started asking around. It led him to a bar, "The Afterburner." Apparently the owner also had a side business on Wolport, or a main one, who knew? Looking around he spotted the woman playing pool in the corner. She had just sunk a man for his credits, Ric had to be careful.

"So, what's the buy in?"

Ric grabbed a cue stick off the wall, as he slid his leather coat off to reveal his shirt which had been hanging loose of his dark wash jeans. A pair of combat boots finished the ensemble, after all, Ric had just ridden his speeder into town.

[member="Eliza Steele"]

 

[Eliza Steele]

[member="Eric Ryder"]

Eliza was just letting off a little steam before going back to her ship that was being readied by her co-pilot for a last minute add-on run; a job that the petite smuggler couldn't resist that came with a sweet little bonus at the end that would for sure pay for an upgrade or two on the Corellian Dawn. It was simple, take said cargo from point A to point B. The Corellisi didn't ask what it was… She didn't really care what was hauled unless it was slaves, which was a no-go. Pretty much anything else was negotiable for the right price.

The dark-eyed brunette, dressed casually in a fitted tank, jeans, and heeled boots as opposed to her usual spacer attire, looked up at the tall, dark and handsome as he walked over seemingly to play her. A slow smirk graced her full lips as her chocolate gaze gave the man the once-over. She tipped back the rest of her Twistler, then put the tumbler down on the tall table nearby where her own leather bomber jacket rested upon the back of one of it's stools.

"Well for starters you can get me another drink, stranger..." she replied, then added with a lopsided grin. "Then, you can introduce yourself properly while racking up the balls. I like to know to whom I'm gonna go to town on before I do."

 

[Judah Lesan]

Wow! She was hot, and Ric was certain he could take what she just said so many ways, and she may likely mean them. Well, Eric had to get on the ship, and anyway was as good as any, though he could think of one way he would prefer over others. A nod over to the bartender indicated that the lady wanted a refill and Ric was paying for it. Reaching for the triangle, the balls were racked, then arranged properly with expert speed and precision. Ric had been a gamer before he was a spy after all.

"I'm Ric," he said looking up at her eyes, pausing briefly to quickly examine her chest. "and as soon as yo give me your name, we won't be strangers though."

He stood tall and motiined for the lady to break. Really, Ric just wanted to look at her butt. Something told him she was smart enough to know when she was being set up for a peek. The spy didn't care though. He was playing the part of a cocky smuggler, and if he got to enjoy it in the process then so be it. Some days at work were better than others. Eric motioned for an ale, not wanting to get anything hard in his system as he was getting ready to beat the pants off the Corellisi.

"I do hate to tell you though that I'm about to sink you for every credit your worth, unless you can think of a better way for me to get some extra spending money around here?"

[member="Eliza Steele"]

 

[Eliza Steele]

"Eliza… Nice to meet you, Ric," the petite smuggler replied, rolling her name and his off her lips with a Corellian accent.

The brunette chalked up her cue stick while the tall drink of water got the pool table ready for another game. The man was pretty slick, which meant he was most likely looking for something especially where those baby blues of his were gazing to. Men?!

"Well you can try… I'm sure though Charlie there could use someone in the back washing mugs or something. It's hard to keep good help these days," she smirked, then brushed past Ric to set up to make the break.

Bending over just such, Eliza took aim, then pumped her cue stick tapping the cue ball hard sending it right into the center of the triangle of solids and stripes sending them flying across the table. The solid Two and Five balls went in. Chocolate eyes met sapphire with a lazy shrug and a lopsided grin.

"So what's a guy like you doing in a place like this hustling a girl like me, hmm?" the fiery Corellisi asked curiously just as Rutian Twi'lek waitress brought over the new round of drinks. "Oh and One in the corner," she added, pointing her cue stick at the destination.



[member="Eric Ryder"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Dammit she hadn't missed yet. Ric wasn't gonna win his way onto the ship if he never got a chance to play the game. Smart woman to take advantage of the chivalry he displayed. Really, who was hustling whom? There was a glint in his eye though as she was curious enough to bite as to why he was there, knowing the dishes comment wasn't really anything to keep him interested. His mind was debating on some story, or the truth. He knew the truth might get him shut out completely. This one was Corellian for sure, the accent gave her away, and he wasn't about to get caught lying to a Corellisi. They're bark was not worse than their bite.

"I might be looking for a particular package. One I'm being paid handsomely to deliver to my client, and said sum of credits might, just might, be splitable."

Would she bite? Eric leaned against the pool table as he took a swig of the ale. He nodded to the Rutian Twi'lek as she delivered the drinks. Being a good tipper came naturally, and this time was no different. Whether Eliza noticed or not wasn't important. It was just who Ric was.

"I've tracked it to a pretty nice looking YT-1930, but just as I got there, it was being loaded by a walking fur bag that had a certain look that read not to mess with him. Whatever the cargo is doesn't interest me, but someone mixed a crate in that shipment that doesn't belong, and I was hoping to save you the headache of whoever offed my buddy, from coming after you..."

So a bit of the truth with a stretch. His boss would pay the smuggler, he was certain.

"Besides, I think I'm the one getting hustled here," he said with a pump of his brows as he offered the chocolate eyed brunette her twister. Gods she was gorgeous.

[member="Eliza Steele"]

 

[Eliza Steele]

[member="Eric Ryder"]

"That would be Rahl, my good buddy. I think mine trumps yours."

So the man had been snooping around the docking bay and her ship, then just happened to show up here... Now that didn't sit well with the fiery Corellisi. The petite smuggler took the offered drink, but didn't take a sip right away; her dark pools searching Ric's blue ones keenly with an edge to them.

"So let me get this straight… You think there is a mismanaged package on my ship, hmm? And, you just want to take it back? Split the finders fee, is that it? I need proof it doesn't belong with the other cargo my employer wants delivered… Oh and that wasn't hustling, that was winning Corellian style," she smirked, then took a hearty sip of the fruity alcoholic drink.

 

[Judah Lesan]

She was trustworthy, right? Everything in his gut told him so. Thats why Ric did something as foolish as the day was long, and pulled out the receiver he had in the inside coat pocket. Clearl the flashing light indicated the crate signal, and the tech itself would be enough proof Ric wasn't a smuggler, and that someone with deep pockets was funding his search. She was smart enough to figure out he wasn't independently employed.

"If you want full background check Intel ran on me, you can have that too. You weren't supposed to even get the crate I'm after, but someone killed another agent over it, and I need to get it before you're the next target."

Ric leaned back his head as he took a long swig of the ale.

"You're way too pretty to bite it just yet, and I for one would like to see you around a bit longer. Might give me a shot to meet you when I'm not working," he grinned, but got serious. "I'm not about to board your ship or go after that crate without your permission, and at the same token I want to know who killed my friend and get some justice. Whatever your getting on the job, I'll double it on the other side of this whole thing if you're keen to help?"

[member="Eliza Steele"]