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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Jul 27, 2010 19:54:21 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Jul 27, 2010 19:54:21 GMT -5
Rogarr watched, somewhere between disgust and curiosity, as the woman, Deaira, tried to persuade the Captain to let her have all the 'hook-ups'. Geez! She wants the largest room in the ship AND the Captain to decorate it? Who does she think she is? The Empress of Teta? I'm just glad the Captain is providing room and board out of his own pocket the Amaran thought as they discussed terms. He sighed quietly with relief as Nel'liet declined to give in to her demands despite her sultriness.
Well, at least he doesn't seem to be a push over. I've gotta wonder about Deaira though. Is she just trying to see how far she can go with Nel'liet? Or has she been pampered that much? Rogarr mentally shrugged. It really didn't matter in the long run. This wasn't a permanent position after all. He could always leave whenever he wanted. Rogarr looked over to the Captain when he was addressed, and nodded in the affirmative when he asked about having a ship of his own. A look of surprise caught his fox-like face when Nel'liet offered the use of his garage. Rogarr thought about it for all of two seconds before answering.
"That is a very kind offer Captain but, I'd prefer to know what kind of security your garage has before any decision regarding my ship is made" Rogarr said with sincerity. "You see, the fighter that I have is very important to me. My parents and I built it from scratch, and it has an AI on-board that frankly makes my fighter look like cheap parts in terms of value. So you can understand, I hope, the importance the craft has to me personally as well as monetarily" Rogarr explained with a calmness that belied how fast his heart was beating. The Stinger was his most valued possession, and the AI had become his friend and confidant. Leaving the Stinger behind was like leaving a close brother or a sister behind, when they had no way of fending for themselves beyond hiding somewhere. Rogarr at best, was terrified of the thought. Though his voice reflected calm, his visage unknown to him, reflected a mild case of panic. The Amaran, took another swig of his drink and then attempted to center himself before speaking again.
"So, if it's at all possible, might I be able to store it in your cargo hold? or have it trail us as we move from system to system? I'm sorry but, when it comes to my ship I get rather paranoid over it. It really is the only thing of value I have besides this blaster, I'll even fore-go the room and sleep in my fighter if necessary, I've done it many times" Rogarr said a little nervously, knowing that his position as "Pilot" on-board the Captain's ship, teetered on whether Captain Nel'liet considered that a reasonable, or ridiculous request. That was when the assassin droid showed up again and slammed a drink down on the table, making Rogarr jump a little, saying something pointedly to Deaira. Then the other man, gruffly shifted his body between himself and the Captain, effectively shutting him out of the Captain's response. Rogarr's nervousness was replaced by annoyance then, and he was about to say something about his rudeness, when the man introduced himself as Jason Brin, and told the Captain that he was "the man who was going to kill" him.
"Excuse me, would you mind sitting back to where we all can see the Captain here and talk? And what do you mean the Captain here is the man that's going to kill you? Why him? Why not just throw yourself at a street gang and let them kill you?" Rogarr said, the annoyance apparent in his voice at the man's attempt to shove him out of the conversation by placing himself between Rogarr and Nel'liet. Rogarr lived almost literally from job to job, the thought of having somewhere to stretch out and earn a little more income was a welcome one, and despite this Jason's actions, Rogarr was still here for business and he wouldn't leave until he either had a deal, or it was apparent that he'd have to look somewhere else for work. Although Rogarr really hoped that he had a deal in the making.
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Jul 28, 2010 12:27:44 GMT -5
Post by Horrified on Jul 28, 2010 12:27:44 GMT -5
Nel looked fairly happy with the way things had gone so far, the requests coming from the pilot were not unreasonable. The cargo hold of his ship had enough space for a simple star fighter, and he'd very much like to have a gander at the engine and electrical systems of this sentimental, hallowed ship. He kept his eye on the door, a habit he'd developed after many visits to this moon and a handy one at that. It was always a treat to be the first one out when a bunch of thugs came in to shoot the place down after 'someone' looted the entirety of their warehouse, cleaning them dry of illegal weapons and deathsticks and the like. Obviously nothing to do with Nel.
'I do not think it will be necisary for you to have to sleep in your ship, Mr. Rogarr.' Nel announced across the table. 'I'm pretty sure that you are dreadfully concerned about the state of it right now, if you wish to take it on board the cargo hold right now, I'm sure my friend RV will be glad to assit you.'
Nel brought both of his legs up so his feet rested on the edge of his seat. Pushing himself off of the seat and extending one of his legs out towards the table he crept upon it and turned so that each of his potential crew members were facing him directly.
He pointed a finger towards Rogarr. 'You are now my Pilot, good for you.' He moved his finger past Jason and towards Deaira. 'The biggest room and advance on your pay, nothing more. Welcome aboard.' He then lowered his finger and looked towards Jason, brushing his hair out of his sunken and black rimmed eyes in order to get a better look at him. 'You felt odder earlier.' He said simply, before noticing the nutrient pack that Deaira was carrying. He then smiled and tossed his head from side to side a few times in a ''how could I be so stupid' fashion.
'Disregard what I just said, let us discuss the terms of your death. Deaira will help.'
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Jul 28, 2010 16:27:13 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Jul 28, 2010 16:27:13 GMT -5
Jason had very little patience for anything that got between him and his desired goal, so when the Amaran chirped up in an antagonizing fashion toward Jason, he slowly tuned him out, recognizing only that the Amaran was being a pest in a moment that he did not desire any pests, and thoughts of turning the Amaran's fur into a flaming ball, resulting in him living the rest of his life scalded and the next few weeks bald, crept up into his mind and sat there like a tantalizing fruit begging to be grabbed at and eaten.
However, he resist the urges that so compelled him toward violence, and was pleased when Captain Nel'liet leaned to the side and swiftly diffused the issue, agreeing with the Amaran's terms and deciding Deaira as a crew member and that she would help with Jason's problem. He smiled and took a seat, "I'm glad we could make some progress."
He smiled and took a seat where both Deaira and the Captain could here him, then began to explain the situation, "As I have explained before, the Exchange are conning me by threatening my wife and my child. Through this, they are forcing me to work for them as an interogattor. It is not a pleasant line of work, and I wish to escape it. Of course, I can't simply walk away, for my family would be in jeopardy, and if I tried to fight my way out, there's a high chance they wouldn't make it, and if we all escaped, then they would be condemned to whatever life on the run I can cook up for myself. Not a life to give to a newborn. However, if I were to 'die' then the Exchange would have nothing left to do with them, and they could use whatever money is left to set up a good life."
"I, of course, do actually want to die. The job is to fake my death, and make it very believable in the eyes of the Exchange."
"Tomorrow, I will be playing at a concert here on Nar Shaddaa." he produced something from his pocket and handed four tickets to Captain Nel, "These will get you inside," He then produced four back-stage passes, "And these will get you everywhere else." He said, "I don't care how you plan to fake my death, so long as it fools the Exchange. And, please, don't screw it up. Twenty thousand credits, for you, and the safety of my family, for me, is riding on this job. When it comes to the safety of my family, I'm not particularly forgiving. Neither are the Exchange. After you fake my death, I'll need passage out of here, since you seem to have need of crew members, I suppose I could work for you until further notice."
"This, of course, all depends on whether or not you'll accept the job. You in?"
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Jul 28, 2010 18:06:44 GMT -5
Post by Horrified on Jul 28, 2010 18:06:44 GMT -5
Nel'leit took hold of the tickets and held them between his fingers, looking at them in a curious fashion. 'Thank you for... these.' He began, taking short breath and sighing his next few words. 'It'll make things easier but we could have just sneaked in. It wouldn't have been that hard really.' He remained perched on the table as he tucked the tickets into the inside pocket of his coat.
He hadn't really been listening to what he was saying, he was just repeating what he'd said over the radio beforehand. All he knew was that he was going to fake a death and now, apperently, he'd be on with the crew.
'I'll let you on the crew if you play nice.' He chimed. 'I'm not a big fan of inside violence, only the sort of violence we exact upon people we do not like.' Nel spoke these words only just above his breath.
'I personally find it more fun, however, if we get on the nerves of people like the Exchange and the Hutts, so if you are looking to completely espcape them then it wouldn't be a good idea.' He warned him, but his face and actions only held an air of indifference so as to simply imply it was not such a big deal.
'Still, it isn't like we seek them out activly. But it wouldn't do you any harm to get a new identity, past, profile...' He trailed slightly. 'Facial reconstruction.' He added, as a joke of course but he did not let that on.
He waited for a reply, still absently looking around the bar and not at his conversational partner.
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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Jul 29, 2010 1:20:04 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Jul 29, 2010 1:20:04 GMT -5
Rogarr listened to Jason's story, and found himself sympathetic to the man's plight. The Exchange were a nasty bunch. When the Captain spoke again, Rogarr moved over a little to better seen him. He let out a little sigh, and smiled, the job was his! He was going to be the pilot for Captain Nel'liet.
He waited until the Captain was done conducting his business before leaning over and thanking him "Thank you sir! You won't regret hiring me, I promise you that!" he paused a moment and then added jokingly "No refunds though".
He looked to Jason for a moment and gently patted him on the arm "listen, I apologize for my abruptness earlier, you truly are in sore straights aren't you? Tell you what, since we're going to be working together from the looks of it, why don't I buy you a drink and we'll start with a fresh slate? I'd hate for us to start out on the wrong foot from the get go." He then caught a waiter by the arm and said "get him whatever he wants" gesturing to Jason and handing the employee a chip. Rogarr smiled and leaned back and crossed his arms behind his head.
Ah, a place to stretch out and actually lounge a bit, steady work, excitement and adventure...what more could a Amaran want?
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Aug 1, 2010 16:38:34 GMT -5
Post by Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice* on Aug 1, 2010 16:38:34 GMT -5
Jason halted at the Amaran's words. He was surprised by the sudden compassion that Rogarr had shown, despite his show of rudeness earlier. Jason slowly turned to Rogarr, a bitter face still on him. Then, he cracked a smile that seemed unfamiliar to his face, and he reached his hand out, "Well met," Jason said, gratefully accepting the drink.
"Unfortunately, I have already spent too much time away." Jason replied with a frown, the underlying nervousness within him being very well hidden, "So I must go. Perhaps another day we will have more time to catch up. Until then," he took the glass of liquor and practically inhaled it, drinking the whole thing in one go, then placing the glass neatly upon the table.
Without another word he took off, throwing his hood up to disguise his face.
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Aug 4, 2010 14:25:05 GMT -5
Post by Horrified on Aug 4, 2010 14:25:05 GMT -5
Nel stood up on the table he was perched upon. He straigtened his back in an almost inhuman, writhing fashion that caused almost all of the bones in his body to crack. He streached, groaned a bit and stepped off the table.
'I guess that settles that, then!' He said happily, he turned to Jason in an almost artificially casual manner, despite the horror show of his dismantle. 'I'd like everyone to meet me at my ship when they are ready, I won't leave until all of our jobs are suitably done.'
He walked back away from the table a bit. He kept walking baclwards, as though he were afraid any of them would stab at his back some time soon. Not that it was likely. 'I forwarded my ships location to each of your electronic devices as I saw you enter the bar, so you won't have trouble finding it.'
He made a gestur towards RV to give up their cover and bid adeu to the crew, hoping that at some point he'd fill up his menagerie of a crew.
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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Aug 4, 2010 22:49:57 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Aug 4, 2010 22:49:57 GMT -5
Rogarr smiled and nodded as the Captain instructed them to meet aboard his ship "Cap, I'll be waiting aboard my fighter until you give me your signal that you're aboard and ready for me to dock. Then, if you don't mind, I'll aquaint myself with your controls and run some system checks to make sure everything's in tip top shape."
With that Rogarr stood up, shook the boy's hand as he said "I look forward to working with you" then made his way out of the crowded bar. He then grabbed his customized datapad, found the coordinents to the Moralist's hangar and uploaded them to his AI.
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Aug 5, 2010 13:37:57 GMT -5
Post by Foxfire on Aug 5, 2010 13:37:57 GMT -5
Ryver/Taym heard the order by the captain and went to clock out. The owner rushed to them and asked what the #%!! it was doing the night was not over and the place was crowded. Ryver responded by punching out the owner and throwing him back towards the main part of the cantina.
Remind us next time not to take work like this again, K Taym.
Taym responded by a 'I told you so' and they left by the back doors. Making their way back to the ship they entered a few shops buying a few odds and ends. Servo fluids, high grade wiring, the stuff a droid would normally need. Lastly they made their way through a weapons shop and aquired an old projectile rifle made for long range shots with amo. He did not have one of these yet and if a long touch was needed for the up and coming job they would be ready.
They arrived shortly after the captain got to the ship and said.....
Both speakingSo.. it look like a crew you have well done Captain. Well done.
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Cirith An'Gol
"You got something for me? or are you just another slack jawed arruetti admiring my armor"-Cirith
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Sept 7, 2010 21:33:31 GMT -5
Post by Cirith An'Gol on Sept 7, 2010 21:33:31 GMT -5
Rogarr made a quick exit as someone, presumedly the owner, began shouting at someone before being tossed back into the Cantina. He quick walked all the way to the hangar where his fighter was docked, giving the AI instructions to warm up the ship and prepare to join the Moralist as soon as possible.
A few minutes later he climbed up and into the cockpit, ran his system and security checks, as well as checking for any messages that might've come his way. Slowly, he rotated the fighter around on it's manuevering jets to face the entrance to the hangar and took off. The hangar that the Moralist was docked in wasn't far away by any means. The fighter went up to a safe height, keeping out of the way of in-coming and out-going ships, the navigation mark on his HUD that his AI "Vera" had put up for him, guiding him to a safe path to the hangar.
A few seconds later he dipped the fighter's wing and descended to the entrance of the Moralist's hangar.
"Captain Nel, this is Rogarr. I've arrived at your hangar and waiting permission to board your ship. Ready when you are" Rogarr said into his ship com once it had made contact with the Moralist's computer and relayed the message to the Captain's com.
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