Panning for Gold (open by request)

Bralor stood outside of the cantina on Nar Shaddaa, and was flanked by two of his Mandalorian bodyguards. Looking around, Bralor motioned for his men to follow him into the bar. He didn't know exactly what would happen, but he felt he had to see what these "Blackmoon Pirates" had to offer.

Bralor heard a loud thud, as an object collided with a table. It was rather quite in this bar, and all Bralor knew was that he was looking for a man with a Cybernetic leg. Bralor ordered his men to pan out and look for him, while Bralor himself began to search. He knew he and his men must look intimidating, dressed in full Mandalorian battle armor, but why should Bralor care? He might have to fight at a moment's notice.

After a few moments, one of Bralor's Mandalorians, yelled out "Mandalore! I found him!" and Bralor moved over to where his Mandalorian was shouting from. Sure enough there was a male Feorin with a cybernetic leg. Sitting down in front of him, and his men behind him, Bralor asked "You the man to see about joining up?"

There was a bite on the fishing rod. Rah's gaze traveled inquisitively to the small group of heavily armored men striding into the bar. They were no patrons retiring to a night of drunken ecstasy, these men were looking for something...or someone. The pirates suspicions were confirmed when one looked directly at him before abruptly calling to one of the others and motioning towards him. A man of frightening presence clad in extremely heavy armor approached Rah purposefully. There was no mistaking that armor. Mandolorians...

Rah had never bothered to learn much about these warriors of the galaxy, but he knew enough to recognize the name with which they addressed the one before him. One of great honor he was pretty sure. However, this knowledge did little to lower his awareness, in fact if anything it made him even more alert. This was a not man to be trifled with.

When the man addressed him, Rah didn't let him see his apprehension. Instead he kept a level gaze aimed to pierce the very man's soul. This was difficult due to the helmet obscuring his face. What kind of person was this guy? Aye, my name is Rah Boralis, captain of the Shock Hammer and lord of the Black Moon Pirates. We have a decent sized fleet and enough resources to run a small city. However we're somewhat lacking in manpower to utilize these.

Rah slid the clipboard with the list of signatures towards the Mandalorian. Tssslk remained on his shoulders keeping his sharp gaze on the man. For a split second the eyes of the Feeorin and the Tulvaree met. Rah gave a minuscule nod, Tssslk doing the same before returning his unblinking stare on the Mandalorian. The message was clear: don't drop your guard. Just sign here and you and your men are in. You will be payed a supple value in advanced payment and given a little....tour of our flagship. Even if you intend to use your own craft in the fleet, you will find yourself inevitably aboard the Shock Hammer at one point, I guarantee it. Head out the back door to the mooring tier. There you will find a grey Jedi. He goes by the name of Avoim, and will give you the orientation as new members of the Black Moon Pirates.

Tssslk leaned in close to Rah's ear. His voice was a barely audible hissing whisper that the even the pirate had strain to hear. I'm not sssure about thisss one. He ssseems more than worthy but then...a ssstrong ally makesss jussst as ssstrong an enemy......

Felze Zeng drained yet another shot, carefully placing the now empty glass on top of the small but growing pyramid that he was building at his table. The pyramid wobbled slightly as he touched the glass down, but remained erect. Felze picked up another glass. Drink and repeat.

Even with his two livers, Felze was starting to feel the effects of the drink. His hand trembled slightly as he positioned the next glass, and the pyramid came down with a crash. Oh well. It was amusing while it lasted.

He sighed. He had only recently finished a job for the individual known as Lucky Lindaloo, getting a ride to Nar Shaddaa and a decent sum of cash from the transaction. Not a bad payoff, though the job had been more dangerous than he would have liked.

Felze Zeng, or Felix Redd as he was known in the circles where he worked, was a slicer, though he preferred the term independent computer networks specialist, and part-time handyman. Not a fighter. That last job had put him in more danger than he would have liked, and his handy ion blaster had seen more use in those few days than it had in a number of years. Contracts from individuals, Felze decided, weren't the way to go. What he needed was a crew, with warriors to do the fighting while he could concentrate on what he did best. He had been part of a pirate crew for several years, where he had been well-liked amongst the crew for his useful technical skills and generally good humor. Pity he had been the only one to have escaped that Republic raid.

He had noticed the blue Feeorin taking sign ups for a crew at one corner of the bar, and watched as the Mandalorians marched in, signed up, and then proceeded to march out the back door. Now that was intriguing. Felze had been a gambler long enough to know a good bet when he saw one.

Felze paid for his drinks and approached the Feeorin. Perhaps he would be hiring for tech support as well as warriors.

Avoim acknowledged the Mandalorians presence with a small nod, and said “Yes, I am Avoim, Bralor if you and your men will follow me, I'll show you to your rooms.” Avoim then showed them to the secondary crew quarters, the secondary quarters were quarters for people without jobs yet, since he was in charge of rooming assignments he decided that people without jobs were assigned a secondary room, and those with a job were assigned a room at a later date that had equipment suitable for their jobs. Avoim made sure they were settled in and left them, by now Avoim figured that Rah had about a thousand more members.

Rah snagged one more member. A bleary-eyed Zeltron staggered to the table. He had a moderate figure, but nothing that suggested him as an exceptionally capable space-farer. Something about his complexion and his gait was all Rah needed to tell what kind of man this was. Let me guess, The Feeorin spoke with a smirk and a slightly condescending tone, you're a slicer...

Born into a culture where the strong survive and the weak are left behind, Rah wasn't usually one to give much time for the technical occupations. At least, not when that's ALL they could do. Sure Rah could patch up a fighter or tune a weapon capacitor, but he could also break a grown man in two like a toothpick. However, now was not the time to be picky. The crew needed as many hands as it could acquire. All the same, this was not the kind of being Rah was hoping to find on his ship.

...On the other hand, perhaps a slicer could be helpful. Many times had Rah attempted to capture another ship back in his solo pirating days only to trigger the security systems by mistake rendering the ship useless or even making a quick escape from a self-destruct sequence necessary. Perhaps this addition may prove more valuable than he thought...

Rah smoothed his tone a bit and continued on. Very well... I am Rah Boralis, captain of the warship Shock Hammer and founder of the Black Moon Pirate organization. This here's Tssslk. Rah motioned to the tulvaree perched on his shoulder who was now staring intently at the drunken slicer. Rah pushed the clipboard towards the man. Here's the sign-up sheet, but your signature down and head through that door the mandalorians just went through. Look for Avoim, the rogue Jedi who will find you your place among our fleet.

"Actually I prefer independent computer network specialist," Felze replied to the Feeorin's question. "But yes, I'm a slicer, and mechanic, handyman, and all-around tech support." He took the clipboard in hand, and signed under his alias Redd. He was sure the Feeorin wouldn't mind. All slicers worth their pay used aliases, and it wasn't as if he had already given the Feeorin his given name anyways.

Walking out the door to the landing pad, Felze found the ship that Rah had called the Shock Hammer. A huge cylindrical vessel, bristling with ion cannons, it had a very distinctive look. Felze had seen it before. But where?

Aha! Felze had seen this ship before, at Mygeeto, flying near the fringes of the battle that had occurred their, scavenging on damaged ships. Quite the smooth operation, Felze had noticed at the time. So the captain was one who actually knew what he was doing, instead of one of those captains who spent more time drinking rum and boasting of their exploits than actually pirating. That was good to know.

He spotted the man who must have been Avoim standing near the ship, and he walked towards him with a wave.

Since he had been reinstated Shawn had actually packed up his Praetorian-class frigate MKI and set off to start working for the Jedi again but when he was traveling he found himself distant once more in his duties. He felt like he had to fight for a cause but yet he was just distant from the Jedi Order and its Code. He just couldn't bring himself to make his come back fully even with reinstatement so in the end he would once more become a Gray Jedi, a rogue if you would. With changing back to his rightful place Shawn and his ship would take off and head to look for some work, work on Nar Shaddaa.

After a long flight finally the Oracle, the lost Praetorian-class frigate MKI, would once more appear but in the most unlikey place, above Nar Shaddaa. With its a full crew and systems all functional, the ship would set into orbit as its Captain prepared for a descent down onto the hot surface. With the small Starseeker transport warming up the Captain would allow for his crew to make finally check on it before him and 3 other members actually boarded the ship.

After another hour the ships loading bay would finally pull up and seal against the hull of the ship before the ship itself made and eerie creeking noise. At first it didn't move but after a long moment the ship leerched forward and towards the huge docking bay opening of the outdated war vessel. It wasn't the greatest sight to see but it was a sight as it floated outwards into the space of Nar Shaddaa. Once in the airless darkness the crew would buckle in before the Captain and his co-pilot would let the engines really kick in and send them back into their seats as it leerched once more into a faster movement heading for the Nar Shaddaa surface.

Time would pass as the ship landed and the crew paid their docking fees to a scrubbish male human. The Captain really didn't like this place cause of its thugs and theives but he had no choice now as he walked through the streets unprotected though what was under that black and red cloak was a mystery.

Eventually he would wind up very close to where a Pirate Lord was recruiting and though he had no intention of looking that way he would walk in the general direction towards the table and this rather massive Feeorin. The Captain wouldn't know it yet but what was going to happen next would even surprise himself.

"I'mma looking for maybe a small job...perhaps something bigger. You got anything since I see a signup sheet and people walking to that back room there?" Shawn would be standing by the table of this Feeorin now though not looking at him as he stood there, his features still hid deep with the confines of the dark cloak. His intentions on speaking out first were broken and now he was asking for work rather than finding someone who was asking out for someone to do work for them.

Now since his features were blurred by the darkness it would be hard to tell what he was or even what he was suited for. He had to gain a small trust or believed he was safe before that hood came down and his cloak parted to the side to show the two duel lightsabers at his side, another rogue Jedi or Gray Jedi but this one with a bit more expense than others.

Just as Avoim had returned to his post, a man arrived, a Zeltron man, he was greeted by a wave, Avoim walked over to greet the man “Hello, I am Avoim Oeymo, welcome to the crew, if you'll follow me, I'll show you to your room, now remember, this is only temporary; as we assign jobs and get more members you may be moved around.” Avoim then led the man to a room.

"Mmm... looks cozy," Felze said to himself, looking over the room. It was a very spartan-looking room. He had stowed away on old freighters with conditions more comfy than this. But then again, Felze supposed that the captain invested most of his money into upgrading the ship and installing those wicked-looking ion cannons, so something had to give. And it wasn't as if Felze couldn't go buy his own pillow to use in his room anyway. "Thanks Aviom," he said to man, and extended a hand. "I'm Redd, by the way."

The "independent computer network specialist" put his signature upon the clipboard and walked from the room. Absently, Rah lifted the clipboard and raised an eyebrow at the the single word written upon the line. "Redd." The Feeorin shrugged. That's a slicer for you, just as paranoid about what they do as their victims. It didn't matter, he had learned what he assumed was his real name anyways. Reaching out with a pen he began to write out "Felze Zeng" next to the word Redd but then stopped and scratched it out. If the man wanted to have an Alias, it was understandable.

The sound of light footsteps prompted Rah to slowly lower the clipboard. A hooded figure emerged from behind the wooden slab. He was completely clothed in robes that made any attempt to note his features nearly impossible. After a moment of staring intently at the figure, he spoke up asking if Rah had any jobs for him. Rah narrowed his eyes and pushed the clipboard forward.

If by a job you want to go into pirating then yes, I have a lot of somethings for you to do. However, I can promise you it won't be small. Just sign here and head out the back to the landing platform. Moored alongside it, you will see a large pirate craft and several beings. Seek out Avoim... Rah paused a moment still trying to catch a glimpse of this man's face and a possible clue as to who exactly he was. Even Tssslk, perched upon his shoulder, had his slitted eyes narrowed at the figure. Something about the robes and the presence he had about him was familiar.

...a being I suspect may be very much similar to yourself... The pirate lord turned to Tssslk upon his shoulder who in turn moved his reptilian head nearer to Rah's. In a barely audible whisper that Rah knew few other than Tssslk's ears could pick up, he said, Fly back to Avoim. Ask him if he senses...someone like himself. Warn him about this man, I suspect he may be a very valuable addition to the organization and I would hate to have him damaged in an unnecessary conflict.

The Tulvaree nodded and took wing with a rush of air. Rah didn't know much about Grey Jedi, but he did know that they didn't often take kindly to one another. Of course, that was assuming this WAS a Grey Jedi. He may not be force-sensitive at all in which case Rah was only being as paranoid as that Zeltron slicer. Then again, he may indeed be a Jedi, though perhaps one of...darker motives. The Feeorin scowled remembering the traitorous actions of the last Dark Jedi who had offered to "help" him. He did NOT need to have another chat with a Sith admiral or find himself stranded in the desert because of the rash actions of an unstable Dark Jedi.

With slight hesitation, Rah relinquished the pen to the robed figure, but before the man could sign, the flat of a vibroblade slapped down upon his hand. Rah glared into the shadowed face under the hood. Your face, if you would please? It helps put me at ease to know what one under my employment appears without the shroud of robes such as these. Though Rah spoke evenly and politely, the expression on his face and the vibroblade gripped in his fist had their own addition to the message: or else...

The robed figure could only watch as the pen was slowly slid to him and he himself took it up into his right hand, the cloak falling away slight but nothing enough. He had been looking for any kind of work and even if it was pirating and against the Jedi he would do it if he got some cash out of it. Though when the fast reaction of this man came to and a vibro blade was laid over his hand and he was asked to lower his hood he did find it a little respectful to let him see his face he supposed.

Moving his hand back some of the blade he would once more lay the pen on the table and give a low sigh before speaking. "The only way you can get my face is if you are honorable yourself. As for me going through that door I don't think so. I will give you a transmission signal and you can contact me there after i sign cause I have a vessel that will greatly improve your power." He was speaking straight forward and with nothing it seemed to hide and once his husky voice subsided he would finally make a motion to his hood.

With his hands slowly pushing the cloak aside he would expose the matching red and black robes of a Jdi along with duel lightsabers on either side. He looked young still but as his hands came up to his hood and grasped the fabric he would reveil his true self. With the hood slipping down some the face of a 40 year old or so man showed through and with a slight greying in his short hair and scrubby beard. Not to pretty of a sight but it was obvious he must be doing something right if he was still alive and not dead by the Dark Jedi yet.

"I ain't your normal Captain nor fighter as you can see. I am ready though to start plundering a bit since the Jedi have just left me to the side since I disappeared and come back. I have a nice vessel thats of good stock though old and I myself am ready for some adventure. Let me sign now and I can meet you in space in whatever time you wish." Still husky voice and standing tall Shawn would learn over the table and take pen in hand slowly. He looked at this Feeorin one more time before slowly putting the pen to paper and signing onto be part of his pirate fleet.

The signature down would be scratched but readable, Shawn O'connor. A name left in the past by most since he had long been in the Unknown Regions getting information for the Jedi and since then had just come back to find everything different and much slower for his liking. Now he was turning to a life of crime though if the Jedi needed him still he would take on an apprentice maybe though that was most likely not going to happen.

Niharus wasn't one to join something like a space pirate crew, but there was something about it that drew him. It wasn't the money, but the connections he could achieve while traveling with them. It was also a way to deal a blow to the Republic that is if they picked the right targets. Niharus walked into the bar placing a hand instinctively on his dual phase lightsaber, his other hand at his side. His eyes scanned the crowd with expert attention. He was sizing up the people here. His yellow eyes viciously glared at an armored thug who had thought to try and draw his blaster. "If you value your hand you will keep them where I can see them." Niharus said bluntly as he walked passed the group. His back was soon to them, but he wouldn't be caught off guard and they knew it. That air of respect and the smell of battle was what made them hold their blaster shots. They knew if they attempted it they would be cut down in seconds.

Niharus smiled as he heard the sound of fleeing footsteps. He hadn't expected them to be that frightened, but he didn't exactly mind it. He walked forward towards the back of the room his eyes now lazily drifting through the crowd. He had nothing to worry about after that little display the smart ones would stay away and the dumb ones would hit the floor before they could fire one shot. Niharus stopped at the table at the back and looked at the man sitting behind it.

"So you are the recruiter." Niharus said bluntly. "It seems that you may serve a purpose for me and I a purpose for you. So I'll be joining your crew, but I will not be answering to anyone. Think of me as a member who has free reign. As long as our goals are similar I will be there to assist you, but if you set your eyes on attacking the Dark Jedi. Well then...I would have to kill you." Niharus said bluntly. He wanted to make sure they understood that he wasn't like most hired guns. The money wasn't important to him it was the actions. He wouldn't assist them in taking down the Dark Jedi how ever he would help them in a heartbeat to attack the Republic or the Jedi.

Niharus watched the man for a reaction. He was wondering wither his words had gained a negative or positive reaction. Either way he didn't care, he would be on the crew. "I have my own ship and won't be staying aboard that one. Simply contact me before a mission and I will be there to assist." Niharus added quickly. He had almost forgotten that important detail. He couldn't be stuck on that ship for to long he had a lot of traveling to do and he wanted the least amount of people possible knowing about it.

A cunning smile crossed Niharus's face as he waited. He was an ambitious creature, but he had no intentions of taking over this group. He merely wanted something to do, something that would give him a little fun and possible a little information on things that where of importance to him.

Avoim ignored the man and left the room, he was then greeted by two more beings, one with a Jedi's Aura to him, Avoim then thought to himself Oh boy, I was hoping that I'd be unique, and Rah had to sign another Grey Jedi to the crew. Avoim then put his best false face on, and said “Welcome, please follow me, and I'll show you two to your rooms.”

Avoim then led the two to the secondary rooms, where they would be sleeping and such for the time being. Avoim gave them each a key to their rooms, as he had for those before him, and left the area, without another word.

The bar would fall silent as she entered. Some staring at the Figure, it's face hidden by a Mask that would strike terror into most there. It, and the skintight armor, marked her as a Mandalorian, the best Soldiers in the Galaxy, the most feared bounty hunters and assassins in known space. Someone would stand, that much she knew, and true enough, one did. Obviously someone with a substantial Bounty, because when he talked, fear was seeping from his pores like the stink that had splattered the side of her ship above Coruscant.

You in de Wron Place...girly the behemoth said, stepping between her and the bar, and as she removed her helmet, Celke Tarria Revealed her race perfectly. Human, with a Trace of Bpfasshi, her skin was a pale off-white color, her eyes a shocking Blue. A shock of hair stood atop of her head, deep purple, and as she popped her neck, free of the helmet that she had worn into the bar finally, she smirked, looking up at the Brute before her.

It was a Trandoshan, About three heads taller then her and Muscular. Celke merely smiled up at him, then reached a finger up, curling a bang in it as she spoke. D...Did I do something Wrong? she asked, her voice smooth and Sweet as the Massive criminal bent down into her face, about to say something else. It was licking his lips that gave Celke her opening, and Bringing her foot up, the Tip of her Steel-toed boot Slammed into his lower Jaw, severing his tongue with his own teeth as it slammed the teeth together.

I came in here to have a drink, eggface Celke said, her voice suddenly full of ire and Repressed rage. I didn't want to fight, to start a single thing, But you started that, and you've reaped your rewards. Anyone else want to start something today? I have more then enough balls to take this whole bloody bar on she added, Talking over the Gurgling of the Trandoshan drowning on his own blood.

When no one responded or moved to help the brute at her feet, she popped her knees, then kicked him out of her way, moving to the bar and tossing some coins on the ale-soaked surface. I want At least 10 shots of T'ill-T'ill and if I'm not out by then, I'll need 10 more she told the bartender, taking the first one as it was poured and downing it in a single gulp. before going to sit down at one of the tables, further down from The Pirates.

She was watching them as she Drank, knew the set up, had seen it before.... Maybe that'd be a fun way to pass the time...

((OOC: sorry this is so late, my last post got deleted and I've been WAAAY too busy this week. xÞ ))

As the man removed his hooded robes, Rah's suspicions were confirmed. The twin lightsabers told him clearly enough that he was indeed dealing with yet another Jedi. This could be tricky. If there was one thing Rah remembered about the history of the force-sensitive it was that they were always tearing each other part for one reason or another. The last thing he needed now was disorder amongst the crew over a couple saber-weilding maniacs throwing each other through walls.

However, a slight sensation of relief swept over Rah as the Jedi told him of his intentions to stay aboard his own ship. If he could keep the two apart perhaps confrontations could be kept to a minimum...unless of course the two ships began opening fire on one another. The pirate gave a small sigh, there are just too many risks dealing with pirates. At the Jedi's first statement, Rah only raised an eyebrow and tapped the clipboard with the large silver band around his ring finger.

Once he had signed his name, Rah took up the clipboard and narrowed his eyes at the name scratched upon the lowest open line. Shawn O'Conner, a name to note for better or for worse...

Can there truly be honor amongst thieves? Rah spoke low and slowly though a slight smile played across his scarred face. Then again, we're pirates not thieves ain't we? Heheheh, you have my word to do what is best for this crew. I was born into a culture who valued honor above all else in the galaxy. My people may have been destroyed many centuries ago, but my morals will always be with them.

Rah tossed Shawn a small datapad he drew from his bandoleer. Here is the transmission data for the Black Moon frequencies. Consider it classified unless you want the entire Republic and Sith armadas tracking us. Contact us once you've launched your craft.

As the Feeorin dismissed the Grey Jedi he couldn't help but feel a crisis had been narrowly avoided. Knowing Avoim, it would still be difficult to keep the two Greys he now had from each others' throats. On the other hand at least they shared the same allegiance in the Force, if one had been a light or dark Jedi, no distance amongst the fleet would prevent disaster.

And that's when the Dark Jedi walked up. Rah wasn't sure how he knew this. Perhaps it was the many bar patrons getting up abruptly to leave, or perhaps it was the very aura of the man strolling casually towards him. The Dark energy flowing off this being was nearly palpable. This was bad, very very bad.

From the moment he spoke, problems arose. If the situation had been any different Rah would have simply closed recruitment then and there, but times were tough and they needed men. The Dark Jedi spoke bluntly and with about as much respect as Rah would expect from one.

First off, I am no "recruiter". I am Rah Boralis, pirate lord and commander of the warship Shock Hammer. As much as I perceive the need for more members with such "skills" as your own, your proposal of a free reign member is impossible and naively stated. If I were to give all my crew free reign, they would simply take their riches and take off the moment they got the chance. I respect what you are and I understand the need for you to keep your secrets, but an efficient crew cannot afford to drift too far apart. I apologize, but I cannot allow you to join under those pretenses.

Rah knew he was flirting with death. He had worked with a Dark Jedi in the past and knew exactly how much they could be trusted. He had already been betrayed once, he wouldn't allow it to happen again. Of course, that wouldn't protect him from the possibility of this man lashing out to kill him right now. Rah fingered the hilt of his vibroblade. If things came to direct combat, he wouldn't survive, but he certainly wouldn't go down without a fight. However, if confrontation could be avoided, then he would be damned if he was going to loose his life today.

Rah shot the man a stare with a meaning as blunt as the Dark Jedi's words. If you kill me, you will not make it out alive. After being assured the message got through he moved in for a compromise, On the other hand, perhaps a benefactory agreement could be made? I do not doubt your usefulness to this crew, but I do not feel you have a proper place among it. That said, I offer the support of our fleet in exchange for your own assistance when we are need. You will receive only information on our movements that will be repaid with your own and monetary compensation will only be given after the completion of deeds done by yourself in our name. If these terms are acceptable consider yourself the first official benefactor of the Black Moon Pirates, Mr.....I'm sorry, I don't believe I caught your name.


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Tssslk circled low over the landing platform looking for Avoim. Though the Shock Hammer had been in Rah's possession for only a few weeks now, the tulvaree already knew the craft inside and out. Without a moment of hesitation, he dived suddenly towards the ship and into the opening of a small ventilation shaft. After a few minutes of navigating the maze of durasteel tubing, he emerged out of a fan that had its blade removed for just this purpose.

Hopping down the hall, he turned a corner to see the Grey Jedi being approached by the two newest recruits. Tssslk was just about to get Avoim's attention when he walked through a door which automatically closed behind him. The tulvaree rolled his reptilian eyes and took wing towards the automatic door...which didn't open. The tulvaree hissed in irritation. It was bad enough the crew didn't take him seriously because of his size, but now the doors?!

Tssslk gave a low hiss before landing and folding his wings across his back. He wasn't going to wait around here for Avoim to come back out, if there was another Jedi here he could probably sense it perfectly fine already anyways. Besides, the Lord of pirates was now sitting alone in a bar full of miscreants probably picking fights with murderers. As much as violence delighted the tulvaree, the death of Rah would not be good for his well-being. After all, Rah was the only being in the galaxy that gave Tssslk any respect. Without him, he would made into soup within a week.

A few aerial maneuvers through the inner working of the Shock Hammer found Tssslk overlooking the landing pad once again. Jumping from his perch atop one of the ion cannons, he glided down and back into the bar. It was an awful place which reeked of alcohol, humans, and all sorts of galactic scum. There was Rah still at the table talking with a menacing robed figure. Jussst great....another forccce sssensssitive.... The tulvaree hissed low to itself as he continued to survey the room from a rotting eave. He knew better than to interrupt the conversation Rah was having with the figure. The sudden appearance of a flying reptile with very sharp teeth and claws rarely evoked feelings of kindness and goodwill from people, which was probably why Rah loved him as much as he did.

The front door swung open drawing Tssslk's gaze from the happenings at Rah's table. A feminine figure clad in the heavy armor of the Mandolorians strode into the bar. He watched carefully as the brutish Trandoshan approached the newcomer. The woman removed her helmet revealing the dark purple hair and bright blue eyes. This may have seemed odd under normal circumstances, but stranger sights met Tssslk's gaze just glancing around the rag tag groups seated at the various rickety tables.

The tulvaree was just starting to wonder why anybody would dye their hair purple when the screams of the Trandoshan announced the brutal removal of his tongue. The purple haired woman instantly became something far more dangerous as the entire cantina trembled before her righteous fury. These were the kind of people they needed on the ship: members who could dish out the pain while retaining a sort of moral, no matter how violent it may manifest itself. Tssslk glanced back towards the recruitment table. If Rah had noticed any of what had just happened, he didn't show it, and since he was still occupied with the robed figure it seemed this one was up to the pirate's parrot.

He glided down to alight silently on the stool adjacent to the one the woman had seated herself in. Jussst give me sssomething that won't kill me in two sssips, assssuming not everything behind thisss counter isss poissson... If the bartender was even remotely surprised by the talking pterodactyl, he didn't show it. These Nar Shadaa bar tenders think they've seen it all...and they often have.

The woman drained a shot of red liquid as Tssslk eyed the even darker red glass that had been set before him. When she suddenly stood to take a seat at an empty table further away the tulvaree dove in and messily drained the glass. Licking his beak clean, he leapt from the stool taking wing towards the Mandalorian's table. Being sure to stay out of her immediate reach, he alighted upon the table. Trandoshhhan tongue....a real delicacccy where I come from... I sssaw what you did to him. We need more hands like yoursss. I am Tssslk, advisssor to Rah Boralisss Lord of the Black Moon Pirate Organization... I'm sssure you've noticcced the table back there or if not, uur flagshhhip towering over thisss...paltry facccility....

Tssslk waited a moment for the Mandolorian to answer. It isn't easy responding to a statement hissed to you by a flying lizard. He'sss a good captain, I would sssuggessst you consssider hisss offer if you're interesssted....otherwissse it'sss understandable...

Now that his head was clearing, double Zeltron livers working in overdrive, there was no way that Felze was going to sit around idle on such an interesting ship. So as Avoim left the ship once again, Felze left his small room to look around. He examined the various knobs and control on the bridge, though he took care not to touch. No sense in risking getting on the captain's bad side, after all. He sat down at the gunnery stations, visualizing the various ion cannons unfolding from their positions to link up their fire on a single target, his inner geek running loose. In a galaxy growing more dangerous by the day, this was definitely a good place to be right now.

Shawn himself studied this man before him when the clipboard was raised. This Pirate Captain was a bit suspicious to Shawn but it was work and right now thats all that was needed. Work was always good in Shawn's opinion and even better when he basically could manipulate others here if need be but for the pressence of someone new who walked out, a snarl released just sensing the change in the Force.

Looking to this new entry of a Dark Jedi aura Shawn would look back to Rah just in time to catch the data pad and breifly give it an over look. "If they find the codes its because I'm dead and my ships in orbit already. I am here by transport and will now be heading up so here, allow me." Shawn kept his perrifials on the other Jedi as he took the clipboard from Rah and the pen. Setting it onto the table he would begin to scratch something down beside his name, a transponder code of his ship. "Send a request for me when you get into space and we will hook up there. I will have rooms prepared for anyone need be and a full medical staff on stand-by. Don't run either when I'm coming upon you cause trust me, it is not what you might expect."

With that Shawn would turn his attention to this other Jedi before him, his eyes narrowing a bit to scan over him. Nothing, nothing at all, he wasn't a threat by how young he looked and perhaps both could learn from each other if anything. Shawn could be a Master right now with how long he had been a Jedi but it turn had gone Rogue for more than a quarter of his life because of the slaying of his own Master. Letting his eyes come to meet this other man's he would speak slowly and with a slightly friendly though protective tone of voice. "I will see you on board and perhaps we could learn a thing or two from each other, that is if we can agree on it." Shawn would give a rough chuckle before pulling his cloak back about himself along with pulling his hood back up to cover his face.

"Contact that code and ask for me. I shall take my leave now and perpare for you." Shawn never wrote down what kind of ship he had or anything but at this point it wouldn't matter because he warned them of what it could be. Turning about now he would disappear into a mass of people walking past and once they had passed he was gone, not even a flutter of a cloak around a corner was seen.

In an hour he would be back boarding his transport with his full crew and lifting off, the transport clearance made and take off launched. It would be another hour later hat he would be back aboard his ship making preperations.

(I am making another thread for when you lift off. It's going to be called "The Oracle" which is the name of Shawn's ship. First post will be made shortly and setup for your intro into contact and board if you so wish unless you wish to have your own ship flying. Contact me Rah and we will set it up before I make a post on it so we can determine what shall be done.)