Public Who’s Scruffy Lookin?!

[Deagan Hunt]

Hutt Space || Affavan​

The Dusty Wampa was noisy and crowded. Then again, just about every place on the smoggy, gambling world of Affavan was. The atmosphere was a mixture of loud voices, blaring music, boisterous laughter, and a heavy blanket of smoke. A wide variety of sapients mingled together. A few Trandoshans, Aqualish, Duros, even a few Weequay. Some were off long-haul freighters, eagerly celebrating the end of a year-long run. Then there were the gamblers, just in from the Hollastin Run and eager to set their fantasies into motion, most of which had been months in the making. However, there were others, like Deagan Hunt, who were there for a particular sort of business. One that would line his pockets with enough credits to celebrate a payout that would last him the next month.

Gorram it, this better be worth it, Deagan mused to himself, arching a thick brow at his surroundings. He'd spent the better part of the last few months in the Outer Rim, taking one job after the next. Some good. Some bad. Some worth the risk while others made him wish he'd simply said no in the first place.

Unshaven, worn leather, dusky coral skin, and his hair in serious need of a cut; anyone would grimly admit that Deagan Hunt looked every bit the scoundrel. Even the faded, scarred leathers that the Zeltron wore would have looked shoddy on anyone else. But with his dark navy hair and hard, lean body, the well-worn attire lent a primitively appealing air of roguish intrigue.

Although seemingly casually sprawled in his chair, Deagan’s cobalt gaze intently went sifting through a murky sea of smoke and faces. From his perch, he began methodically scanning the entire level. Several drunk and boisterous humans were singing a bawdy song being played by the Bith band to his right. All around, different species were drinking and laughing, either burying their fears and troubles or celebrating their good fortune.

This was the place. This was the meet. Now it was a question on if they would show. The message on his comm told him the time and place. It didn’t say if there would only be one or more. But whoever it was, it seemed they were willing to pay a pretty credit to take the trouble to hire Deagan and his ship.

Now it was just a matter of waiting.


OOC: Feel free to jump in and toss in your own ideas to spin this tale whichever way! I'm easy. You can be someone who is part of the job, asking for a job, or the one requesting a job get done. Or maybe you decide to just toss in a kowakian-monkey wrench and turn this scene into something else. I don't mind. Just want a fun open thread!

 

[Delila Castillon]

[[ Deagan Hunt ]]

After speaking to Xin and Brak, the crew of the Saegassum had decided the job was far to risky for their vessel to undertake. They already had enough people on their tails and tagging the cargo vessel and more would just add to their pile of problems. What did any decent spacer do? Push it off on someone else with the promise of quick credits. It didn't take long for some poor,unfortunate soul to pick up the work and arrange a meeting place. Perfect.

Delila walked into the Dusty Wampa, finding it the standard spacer bar. Drinking, dancing and singing, shady dealings, the promise of work and more all made for one loud and lively place. Their contact had mentioned picking out a certain booth near the back, a sign that he or she had been at this bar before. Wasn't unusual, herself and Xin had become regulars at several space station dives. Unlike their contact, she wasn't stupid enough to meet potential clients in them though. Hazard of being a spacer, never knew who you were going to meet.

The redhead made her way to the booth as indicated, finding one Deagan Hunt occupying the space. Was this her contact?Couldn't be. Well...maybe. Seemed stupid enough to take on this type of work - he stood in the line of fire so his danger scale was probably a bit off.

"Son of a bi.."

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Rekha kept her wits about her looking nonchalantly about at anyone who came to close. Yeah the last time she was in Hutt Space she did a bad thing and she wasn't sure that she had yet lived it down.

Knowing hutts, she hadn't so best to keep her head down just a bit. But there was some scuttle butt about a job and she might be interested in a little diversion, or at least some company for a bit. Tell a joke....have a drink...

She looked up....this is it the Dusty Wampa. For a moment she tried to imagine a dusty wampa, it would be tall furry with a cloud of dust....like.dandruff......eww that was a gross thought. No wander this was a bar.

She slipped inside, one deep breath...oh yeah....its a bar...no other smell like it..........spirits, people and.........the exotic? She giggled. Would she do it? Could she do it..she looked about. No not yet...let's see if there's any friendlies.

Deagan Hunt | Delila Castillon

 

[Deagan Hunt]

Luck was not his lady tonight.

"Ching-wah tsao duh liou mahng!" Deagan swore, groaning inwardly as he would utter the curse just loud enough for Delila Castillon to hear. Cobalt eyes went wide, only to narrow in feigned affront and horror.

He felt the wave of confusion, followed by the typical unbothered sentiment from the redhead he hadn't seen in years. Sure, they'd worked together back in the Protectorate days but what was still vividly engraved in his memory was one single, startling fact.

This was Delila Castillon. The one who shot him, an ally, while they were out on a mission in some god-forsaken ice world. He lost his second liver thanks to her.

"So the 'verse ain't so large anymore, ain't that right Red?" One thick, bushy black brow arched high, and the Zeltron couldn't help but crack a wry grin and tilt his head back to allow himself the luxury of getting an eye-full of the spacer from head to foot. His right hand came up, calloused fingers rubbing the rough scruff along his chiseled jaw in growing amusement.

Shameless? Perhaps. But then again, he was a Zeltron thorough and thorough.

With a low whistle, Deagan continued his appraisal, "Seems like the years been kind to you."

In a few more seconds, the Zeltron would realize that Delia was not alone. At least, in terms of his past coming to knock on his door. Rekha Kaarde was at his periphery. Not quite recognizable yet, but it was a small galaxy when it came to scoundrels and smugglers alike. Given some time - and hopefully, a lack of trigger fingering from Delila, he'd recognize the infamous cantina owner soon.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[[ Deagan Hunt ]] [[ Rekha Kaarde ]]

Hand went to pommel of the blaster on her thigh as a clear warning. Do you want do lose another liver? was her intention. Not very hospitable of her but out here in a shady bar,alone, she wasn't taking any chances. Especially since the Zeltron seemed to be looking her over head-to-toe, as if she was a piece of livestock he was about to buy at an auction.

"Not large enough, seems I need to stick to the spacelanes less traveled."

Scoffing at his comment, Delila gave a tight smile.

"Thank you, wish I could say the same. Losing a liver tends to age a person though, doesn't it?"

Delila hadn't noticed the infamous Miss Kaarde at this point - perhaps the woman would come save the Zeltron before blood was drawn.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

She started to look around a bit closer at anyone within an arm's length. There were faces that turned away which made her smile, there's an old adage smile it makes them wonder what you are up to.

She nodded at the bartender, "bahva joday, kae panbipa?" The blank stare she got back told her he had no idea who in here was looking for work. This made her a bit more determined. Who in here looked....yeah that wasn't gonna work every one looked out of place.

She got her drink and did the slow stroll nodding as she did to anyone whose eyes suddenly looked up to meet hers. She had to see who was here, right?

Deagan Hunt | Delila Castillon

 

[Deagan Hunt]

Delila Castillon Rekha Kaarde - Sorry for the delay, work got hectic this week!

Between the redhead's body language and her cutting words, Deagan didn't need to read Delila's emotions to paint the picture he was walking a dangerous edge. Not that risk didn't have its own sense of adventure.

Nonetheless, shoulders would roll back with that blasted cocksure assurity, letting himself settle into the back of his chair, coral face upturned upwards at Castillon.

"Oh for sure! But glad you brought that up. See, Lady Luck just might be shinning her smile on me today because of a particular sort of business that needs some taken caring." This was going to be good, just by the sheer devilish grin that the Zeltron was shinning at the redhead's direction.

"Just let me get my datapad...." he began, bringing one coral finger up in the universal gesture to please ' wait.'

Of course, that just so happened to be about the time that his sapphire-fire eyes would land upon Rekha Kaarde 's figure.

"Rekha?" he suddenly called out, perplexed but friendly.

Two for two, today it seemed.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[[ Deagan Hunt | Rekha Kaarde ]]

Wait? Wait for what? Something idiotic was afoot,she knew it.

His gaze was intent on some woman ahead - probably someone he had bedded and left before the poor soul could even wake - rather than the datapad he was so insistent on showing her. Delila had things to do. Time was credits after all and she would rather not waste any time with the likes of Deagan Hunt. He spoke the name, one she was slightly familiar with.

"Rekha? The famous bar owner?"

Every soldier and spacer knew of her watering holes.

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

She paused like picture her stopped right where she stepped. In all the dusty wampas in the galaxy who would have thought, "Wow..." She laughed shook her head and walked toward the pair, "If it isn't Deagan Hunt what the feth are you doing wayyy out here....and..." she nodded to Delila Castillon , "Hi, I'm Rekha don't believe anything he tells you..."

She looked again, "What's everyone drinking next round is on me...cause it's..." she looked back and around, "scruffy dusty in here."

She couldn't imagine what the pair were up to...but then..."hey" she leaned closer so the pair could hear her "I heard through channels some one was looking for a crew in here...any idea who that is?"

 

[Delila Castillon]

Rekha Kaarde | Deagan Hunt

Delila slid back into the booth - free drink after all - and slid down in case Rekha wanted to join the pair. The redhead felt a bit sorry for the woman, acquainted with Deagan and all. Maybe she was just being nice in order to keep up appearances for her business, a certain personality that folks were used to seeing. Or Deagan had scammed her into thinking he was some type of poor, innocent saint.

Pft.

"I was looking for undertake a job. Then Deagan showed up so it may be worthwhile to do on my own instead."