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Post by Rugs on Oct 3, 2019 14:08:25 GMT -5
Moonfire Neology
Istvan reclined lazily in a chair, hands thrown out behind him as he stretched with a loud yawn. The luxurious meeting room, just off the entrance to a bank’s big, sprawling lobby, he and Carys occupied was a far cry from the usual haunts for the star pirates. But then, so too was Cato Neimoidia, disgusting monument to wealth and excess that it was.
“Honestly, I don’t even think the guy shows up,” he said to the Firrerreo — second in command among the crew and his partner for this particular venture. Today was his first recruiting outing since joining the La Decadencia, and he was a bizarre mix of wary and excited that had his stomach churning in uncomfortable ways.
They were, if things went to plan, to meet a possible addition to the crew. Some desperate fellow down on his luck, if the message they’d gotten was any indication. The way Istvan saw it, the whole affair had three parts. The first was the guy just showing up — Cato Neimodia had been selected as a meeting place over several rounds of dark Holonet talks. If the guy — Oberyn something-or-other — couldn’t find his way to the world, well...
Gotta be resourceful if you’re gonna make it with this crew, Istvan thought, smiling to himself.
If he did show up, then they’d chat. And if he made it past that...
Istvan’s eyes drifted to a tall, glittering skyscraper that stood at the bridge city’s far end. Then we’ll really see what he’s made of.
But for now, it was the waiting game.
“You eatin’ these?” he asked Carys as he plucked a small muffin from a tray in the middle of the table without waiting for a response. He didn’t know what the hell was in them, but they were delicious; he’d already eaten four. Not for the first time, he brushed crumbs from the dark red vest he wore over a light dress shirt, with sleeves rolled up at the elbow. He straightened the matching tie and continued eating.
“So we doin’ good cop, bad cop?” he asked around a mouthful of muffin. “I wanna be the bad cop.”
Istvan reclined lazily in a chair, hands thrown out behind him as he stretched with a loud yawn. The luxurious meeting room, just off the entrance to a bank’s big, sprawling lobby, he and Carys occupied was a far cry from the usual haunts for the star pirates. But then, so too was Cato Neimoidia, disgusting monument to wealth and excess that it was.
“Honestly, I don’t even think the guy shows up,” he said to the Firrerreo — second in command among the crew and his partner for this particular venture. Today was his first recruiting outing since joining the La Decadencia, and he was a bizarre mix of wary and excited that had his stomach churning in uncomfortable ways.
They were, if things went to plan, to meet a possible addition to the crew. Some desperate fellow down on his luck, if the message they’d gotten was any indication. The way Istvan saw it, the whole affair had three parts. The first was the guy just showing up — Cato Neimodia had been selected as a meeting place over several rounds of dark Holonet talks. If the guy — Oberyn something-or-other — couldn’t find his way to the world, well...
Gotta be resourceful if you’re gonna make it with this crew, Istvan thought, smiling to himself.
If he did show up, then they’d chat. And if he made it past that...
Istvan’s eyes drifted to a tall, glittering skyscraper that stood at the bridge city’s far end. Then we’ll really see what he’s made of.
But for now, it was the waiting game.
“You eatin’ these?” he asked Carys as he plucked a small muffin from a tray in the middle of the table without waiting for a response. He didn’t know what the hell was in them, but they were delicious; he’d already eaten four. Not for the first time, he brushed crumbs from the dark red vest he wore over a light dress shirt, with sleeves rolled up at the elbow. He straightened the matching tie and continued eating.
“So we doin’ good cop, bad cop?” he asked around a mouthful of muffin. “I wanna be the bad cop.”