Post by Meira on Apr 29, 2011 21:33:54 GMT -5
Since Commenor, things had sailed fairly smooth. They delivered the goods they thought they'd lost, taken their pay, and moved on to the next job. They'd decided to hold on to that Trandoshan's ship since he wasn't going to be using it any time soon. Having their own ship and decent wages took quite a load off their shoulders, and it opened the door to new job opportunities.
All that being said, it certainly wasn't the high life for the two ex-soldiers. They still lived hand to mouth, running a ship that was meant for more than a crew of two. They managed better than they had been before, but not much. Dal knew that they'd have to change the way they operated if they were going to keep their upward momentum going.
First thing on the list, acquire a crew. They didn't really need too many more bodies. More bodies meant more mouths to feed. But a few were essential. A pilot, for one, was a must. Sera knew a few things about flying, but they needed someone with a bit more experience. Some kind of mechanic or tech expert wouldn't hurt either.
Luckily, Dal and Sera were about to scope out a couple of possibilities. Double lucky, they were going to be meeting these hopefuls on the way to their newest job. If everything went well, they'd kill two birds with one stone while on Mandalore.
The job was something a bit different than what Dal and Sera had done before. Technically it was still something of a 'smash and grab', but this time they'd be grabbing a person rather than an object. Dal didn't really have any qualms about the job; the employer wanted the mark alive and well. So it wasn't like cold blooded murder. Plus, it was a full grown man. Dal wasn't above kidnapping, so long as he wasn't taking actual children.
No, they were hunting down a man, one that Dal hoped would put up something of a fight. Mandalorians were known for their battle prowess. Dal admired that. His own culture was similar, albeit far more primitive in their motivations. The Ratataki cared little for tactics and conquest. They preferred to smash each other to bloody pulps on their own home world. Dal had impersonated a Mandalorian once before, but had never actually met one. He hoped this man lived up to the hype.
Their mark was a man named Kar'ath. He was a blacksmith on Mandalore. Apparently he'd been leading on a wealthy arms dealer, selling him information and promising to deliver the secret to forging Mandalorian iron. But it seemed the dealer had grown tired of waiting. Dal and Sera were contracted to bring the man in so that me might be more aggressively persuaded to make good on his promises.
The blacksmith's home was in a small town along an overland rail route. He wouldn't be hard to find. Dal and Sera had arrived in the town around mid day and headed straight for the cantina where they were to meet a prospective tech. Dal wasn't exactly clear on what the man's skills were, but he was fairly sure whatever he could do, it'd be better than what he or Sera could. Once they'd met and hopefully gained another crew member, they'd find the blacksmith and leave Mandalore in their wake. Simple.
Dal took up residence in a booth off to the side in the cantina, ordering an ale from a passing waitress. The cantina wasn't very crowded, it still being the late afternoon. This made it easy to study all those within the establishment. He assumed the man they were going to be meeting would find them. Dal certainly wasn't hard to miss. He was as pale as a ghost and half again as big as most of the men in the place; it was safe to say he stood out. If he didn't catch attention, Sera would. Zeltrons tended to do that.
All that being said, it certainly wasn't the high life for the two ex-soldiers. They still lived hand to mouth, running a ship that was meant for more than a crew of two. They managed better than they had been before, but not much. Dal knew that they'd have to change the way they operated if they were going to keep their upward momentum going.
First thing on the list, acquire a crew. They didn't really need too many more bodies. More bodies meant more mouths to feed. But a few were essential. A pilot, for one, was a must. Sera knew a few things about flying, but they needed someone with a bit more experience. Some kind of mechanic or tech expert wouldn't hurt either.
Luckily, Dal and Sera were about to scope out a couple of possibilities. Double lucky, they were going to be meeting these hopefuls on the way to their newest job. If everything went well, they'd kill two birds with one stone while on Mandalore.
The job was something a bit different than what Dal and Sera had done before. Technically it was still something of a 'smash and grab', but this time they'd be grabbing a person rather than an object. Dal didn't really have any qualms about the job; the employer wanted the mark alive and well. So it wasn't like cold blooded murder. Plus, it was a full grown man. Dal wasn't above kidnapping, so long as he wasn't taking actual children.
No, they were hunting down a man, one that Dal hoped would put up something of a fight. Mandalorians were known for their battle prowess. Dal admired that. His own culture was similar, albeit far more primitive in their motivations. The Ratataki cared little for tactics and conquest. They preferred to smash each other to bloody pulps on their own home world. Dal had impersonated a Mandalorian once before, but had never actually met one. He hoped this man lived up to the hype.
Their mark was a man named Kar'ath. He was a blacksmith on Mandalore. Apparently he'd been leading on a wealthy arms dealer, selling him information and promising to deliver the secret to forging Mandalorian iron. But it seemed the dealer had grown tired of waiting. Dal and Sera were contracted to bring the man in so that me might be more aggressively persuaded to make good on his promises.
The blacksmith's home was in a small town along an overland rail route. He wouldn't be hard to find. Dal and Sera had arrived in the town around mid day and headed straight for the cantina where they were to meet a prospective tech. Dal wasn't exactly clear on what the man's skills were, but he was fairly sure whatever he could do, it'd be better than what he or Sera could. Once they'd met and hopefully gained another crew member, they'd find the blacksmith and leave Mandalore in their wake. Simple.
Dal took up residence in a booth off to the side in the cantina, ordering an ale from a passing waitress. The cantina wasn't very crowded, it still being the late afternoon. This made it easy to study all those within the establishment. He assumed the man they were going to be meeting would find them. Dal certainly wasn't hard to miss. He was as pale as a ghost and half again as big as most of the men in the place; it was safe to say he stood out. If he didn't catch attention, Sera would. Zeltrons tended to do that.