Dogtags (Spearpoint) [Oatara]

[Fromikeable]

"Look pal', I don't CARE why they're here, just get 'em out!"

"What if I bought 'em all a round? On me?" Horst opened up his wallet, producing a fair amount of credits. It was nice to be friends with a rich guy.

"Hmmmmmmm... as long as you keep buying, fine, but so help me, if they break ANYTHING-"

"Relax. We can't be much worse than tha' hunters." The barkeep seemed to take this as enough of a reason to throw in the towel, taking the handful of credits with a sigh. He then promptly shifted and pushed through the crowd mumbling to himself, vowing that the first person to so much as scratch a stool was out of there. Hunters normally left their mark, but they were at least respectful of property.

These scum were about the lowest of the low.

Horst, meanwhile, looked out across the tavern again. The room was quite literally packed, and from what the Engineer could see of the door, more folks were standing outside, looking in through the windows and trying to shove their way into the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd. It was impossible to have a conversation at a normal volume level; the crowd was composed of what had to be the noisiest mercs, smugglers, and folks the underworld had to offer.

The Green Dragon itself was actually a pretty nice tavern in a nice nestle of Waypoint; one big room with booths on one side and a bar with scratched, worn stools on the other. The staff was composed of two bartenders, a big Zabrak missing an eye and a short Duro doing his best to reach the higher shelves, running about frantically behind the counter as the word spread that drinks suddenly cost a lot less. Not many locals ventured in, usually leaving the tavern's main clientele to the tourists.

Hope Ethan remembered his checkbook. If these fringe drank anything like Horst, Ethan would need it.

Speaking of Ethan, Horst wondered where he was. This morning, as they had eaten breakfast here (which was surprisingly good for a tavern), he, Ethan, and Bit had set up a small table at the back of the tavern, on which they had put a small metal-press,

And a box of blank dogatags.

Horst shook his head as he pushed through the crowd. How the heck had this happened? He had seen the news; who hadn't? A headline like "Three Deviants Destroy Hotel, Survive Massive Shootout, Elude Authorities on Coruscant" wasn't something that was kept quiet, sure. But were they this popular?

Whatever the case, the publicity had definitely helped spread the word that Ethan, Horst, and Bit had started spreading in the last week or so; want to shoot the Sith? Come to Oatara, hit up Waypoint, go to the Green Dragon on Valkner Avenue, order a beer and listen up.

Well, go to the Green Dragon, anyway. The Engineer doubted anyone could even hear themselves think.

Finally, there was Ethan at the table. Horst managed to shoulder his way through, tapping some people away and shoving others. The folks had piled up to the edge of the table, so when Horst finally managed to get within speaking distance, he was up against the edge himself, leaning over the metal-presser.

"The keeper's cool now. Should we get this show on the road?"

[Ghostie]

The Green Dragon. A small charm of a cantina Ethan had found the last time he was on Oatara. Perhaps one of the only bars in the galaxy that served good food and was fairly clean. There was somewhat of a rustic feel to the bar. The good lighting made things easy to see, which included the currently blank roster in front of Ethan.

Ethan laughed when he saw the news on the Holonet. How the hell they escaped that XS was beyond him. He gave most of the credit to Bit and Horst. That encounter was why Bit was now traveling with them. That, and they all had to get off Coruscant pretty fast.

Ethan had since lost sight of his companions. Horst was dealing with the bar staff, making sure their meeting wasn't interrupted. Bit was... doing something. Ethan didn't know. Working security, ushering people in, making sure The Verada was still secure, whatever. Ethan was sure he'd show up sooner or later.

In the meantime, Ethan had already machined out two pairs of dogtags. The idea for such a thing had just come it him. It would be the easiest way to keep track of everyone. And in case something happened, they could be easily identified.

Ethan's own tags were already hanging from his neck. One tag read his name, Ethan Moreill, and the other tag read Captain, and below that his ship The Verada Nashta. He'd figured keep 'em simple, as well as the ranks. He and Horst had both been in the military, so military ranks would be easiest.

It was then Horst made his way back over the table. From the sound of things, the bar was theirs for the night. To speak, to sign people up, to hang out a little bit. That was good, Ethan didn't want this interrupted.

“Right, we better should. Hey,”

Ethan reached out and handed Horst a pair of the metal tags. His were very similar to Ethan's, except they read Commander, XO.

“Here. Figured we'd need a pair as well.”

Yes, it was set in stone now that Horst was going to be his First Mate. He was a good man, and had a good head on his shoulders. Ethan felt safe next to him, and it was safe to say they became good friends during their trip.

Ethan stood up, and then climbed on the chair he was sitting on. His metal tags scrapped against his armor. He'd worn his beskar'garm to show people he was serious. And beyond that, he didn't think anyone was going to sign up with a guy that looked like a washed up bounty hunter. He'd left the helmet on the table, that way he could speak clearly and everyone could hear him better.

With two fingers in his mouth, Ethan could whistle pretty loud. And it showed. The whole bar quieted down when he did so, and all eyes were on him. How was he suppose to speak? He never was a good public speaker, and he usually worked alone. This was going to be new.

“Alright everyone, I want you to listen up. I hope you're having a good time with the free booze and all, but we're going to start now. If you're here to join us, I'd like you to make your way over to the table that way you can sign your name. We'll make you a pair of dogtags as well and then tell you were to go from there. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

Ethan was about to get down, but then he remembered something.

“And hey! Single file line, out the door if you have to! If I see any fighting in line I'll personally beat the crap out of both parties!”

The bartender seemed to cringe at these words, he didn't want anything to happen to his place. And Ethan agreed it would be a shame if something did happen. But he also doubted anyone would want to go toe-to-toe with a guy in full beskar.

[Vako]

Oatara was a boring planet. There was nothing going on, and there was hardly anything there. Other then a mass of wildlife, which may have been great for people who liked to hunt, there was nothing there. Vako was from Toydaria, a planet with grab worms that were prone to killing a great number of his kind every single year. The idea of hunting was not something he enjoyed, since he was raised from birth to know how to just avoid animals like that. It wasn’t to say that he couldn’t handle it, it was just that he preferred a trench with blaster fire and sentient creatures in it to be the adversary then wild animals.

The Green Dragon. hadn’t been the first cantina with that name that he’d entered. The one he’d been in before was bigger. It seemed just as packed though. Vako didn’t like crowded spaces, since it tended to make it harder for him to hover around. The way he dealt with that was by hovering higher, so as to not have his wings bump into anyone’s arms. Vako wasn’t necessarily worried about anyone causing trouble in a place like that. He had been a Mercenary Soldier for years, and he suspected some of these might have been new, or hadn’t quite been in as serious of situations as him on a battlefield.

A human stood up on a chair to find himself visible to all. Vako had not gotten any liquor, instead he opted for a red energy boosting glass, since he needed to keep his energy up. He’d already put the cup down in a corner, rather then return it because he didn’t feel like moving through all of the people. But the man called on people to make there way over to them in order to join.

Vako wasn’t big on lines, and didn’t feel as though he had the time for them. His wings began to flap hard and he soared over the heads of the people there, dodging the light fixtures and keeping his feet up so as to not hit anyone. His blaster rifle and short sword shifted on his body as he moved, but it was something he was used to, and so long as they didn’t fall off he didn’t care.

He managed to come down at the front of the line, which was exactly what he had wanted. He looked over at the man who’d stood on top of the stool. His armor was red and yellow, that screamed a Republic background. Vako however wore dark gray traditional Toydarian armor, which had been colored to match his former affiliation. That along with his ghost white face tattoo which made him stand out.

”Vako Yizaak.” He introduced himself. He was familiar with these things working by announcement of qualifications, and so Vako gave his background. ”I defended Toydor in the last ‘Shortage War’ for two years, and seven years with Black Rock Brigade” Vako noted the mercenary army he had been a part of prior. They weren’t widely known, but they had been known for brutality towards their opponents. ”Two of which were spent fighting rebels on a moon Caramm V.”

That sounded good, but Vako had not only been on the losing side, but would definitely be considered having been on the “bad guy” side. But Vako didn’t care. He just did his work as a mercenary soldier, because he loved doing it.

Vako turned his head to look at the man next to the one in Red and Yellow armor who had stood on the table. He was large compared to most humans, and had a tan skin color. Vako knew who he was, and he thought to mention it.

”I know you.” Vako said pointing at him with one of the three fingers on his left hand. ”You were at that Hutt party. You punched that Horn-headed women.” Vako could rarely speak without letting his speciesist tendency come through. ”Whats that name….eerrrrhhhhhaaa… Vako made a low grumbling sound as he thought. … Horse?” He couldn’t remember exactly, but he was fairly certain that was close.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

On Oatara, it was always easy to decide what to do with spare time. There were so few luxuries that choice was practically out of the equation. No night clubs, no fancy shops. Course Ervisa Therani wasn't exactly into superfluous shopping.

Neither was she into drinking anymore, which made her presence in a pub slightly awkward. Or rather it would have if this was a conventional bar. Instead, The Green Dragon was the social center of Waypoint, and possessed a lot more then alcohol.

The Mirialan pilot, and recovering substance abuser, had taken up the pastime of pool, an exotic game where one took a stick and tried to shoot balls into pockets with other balls. As it happened she was rather good at it, even without using telekinesis to polish up her game.

Ervisa lined up her shot, and just as she sent her cue forward, a sharp whistle blew through the air. The shot went astray and the ball hit the side of the table and rolled back. That prompted a frown, and she looked for the source.

It was some man in Mandalorian armor, standing on a chair.

He mentioned free booze, and Ervisa savored the irony that she no longer drank. The rest of his short speech was a bit of a mystery to her though, and she looked to the other player at the pool table.

"You know what's going on?"

The man, a local, grunted. "Outsiders. Marching in to have some little meeting. Apparently these are a bunch of big city boys."

Ervisa's curiosity was piqued, and she set down the cue, excusing herself to the man. Then her feet carried her down from the far end of the tavern where the pool and gambling tables were, and into the massive crowd.

Luckily Ervisa was both tall for a woman, and quite strong. She had no trouble shoving her way through the crowd, pushing unruly drunks out of her way, as if the blaster pistol and lightsaber on her hips weren't enough reason to steer clear.

Finally the Mirialan woman made it up to the man in beskar and looked at him for a second. Then she spoke, or rather yelled to be heard over the boisterous crowd.

"Hey, Mando guy, what the hell are you all doing here?"

[Ash]

Fishsticks!

What a random word to wake up to: Bit flinched, throwing himself off the bed and into a crumpled heap of man and blankets on the floor of his small, rented out apartment. Slowly, the man pulled himself to his feet, and looked at his very empty bed. He had come back after breakfast here to take a quick nap before the party started: His head wasn't feeling the best at the time.

Tossing his blankets onto the bed, Bit chuckled to himself: he had never woken up like that before, but that was one hell of a dream, if he said so himself. Stripping, Bit showered, shaved, and did his entire normal routine, and left the room when his hair was at its unique fluffy/spikiness.

From his apartment to the Green Dragon was a short little speeder ride... normally. With how Bit flew, it was more of a bum-rush to the cantina: especially with him being late and all. He really should slow down on his drinking... and partying.... and drunk flying back to his place.... but at least the man didn't look bad at all.

Even from his high-flying vantage point, he could see that the cantina was packed to the extreme, with people waiting outside to get in. This was going to be a nice long day.

Hopefully not as long as when him, Horst, and Ethan made their mad dash off Coruscant to come here. He had to get a hold of some of his old buddies just to get his ship over here. That was a hassle and a half in itself. Guess he should be lucky to be alive and kicking after going up against a XS freighter.

Bit landed his little hot-rod speeder near the back door, closing the top and locking it up. Before heading inside, he lit himself a cigarette, savoring the flavor of it in his first drag of it, then snuck in through the back door. At least here it wasn't crowded.

As quickly as he could, he made his way to the small table where Horst and Ethan were sitting. He occupied the third chair, taking a long drag of his cancer stick. He softly elbowed Horst in the arm, getting the larger and older man's attention.

Hell of a dream: I was being fried and eaten by fishsticks. Woke up on the ground in a my blankets and thought I was turned into a burrito.

[Fromikeable]

Ethan replied in the affirmative, brushing off his armor. Horst had left his own gear back at base; he'd figured he'd look plenty tough without it for now, and when he put it on, the effect would be stronger.

But Ethan handed Horst something tiny, metal, and clinking. The Engineer turned the trinket over as his companion stood up on his chair, struck an imposing pose, and ordered the recruits into a line.

Dogtags... There was deja vu. A warm flood of memories sifted into the veteran's mind as he considered what those dogtags meant. Fighting with purpose. Living with comrades. Dying with resolve. Horst read his tags, noting his number "#00002", and his new title:

Horst Stellar
Commander, XO
Engineer

The former-smuggler smiled, undoing the latch and then donning the clinking metal. As they settled onto his shirt with a final, soft rustle, he sighed warmly.

This felt right.

To their credit, the room's fringers did their best to form the line the old-looking guy in the full beskar had demanded. Some looked a little intimidated, others impressed, and still others looked unfazed or even amused. The line was far from single-file, being about three guys wide at its narrowest, but nevertheless it would suffice. Ethan sat down behind the blank roster on the table, and Horst stood next to him, ready at the tag-press to give everyone their ID.

"Hell of a dream: I was being fried and eaten by fishsticks. Woke up on the ground in a my blankets and thought I was turned into a burrito."

Bit sat down next to Horst in his typical "What-in-the-nine-Corellian-hells" fashion. Horst still considered the guy a raving mad lunatic, but it between Bit's usefulness, actually nice personality, and all-around presence, Horst decided he could definitely be working with worse people. He leaned over as the press hammered out its first tag.

"Almost thought you'd sleep through tha' party. What'd, you have company or something?" The Engineer grinned. He didn't mean it really, but he had adopted a playful tone with Bit. If he got to be crazy, why shouldn't Horst now and again?

The line moved fairly quickly, the first few guys being a small company of mercs. Following them came a young Trandoshan that had trouble putting on his dogtags. After him...

”Vako Yizaak.”

Horst paused for a moment before punching the name into the press, mulling around his memory as the machine punched down with a Thud!. Where had he heard that name before, and why did it both irritate him and yet make him feel respect?

”I defended Toydor in the last ‘Shortage War’ for two years, and seven years with Black Rock Brigade.”

Horst pressed in Vako's number, "#00017", and the memories became a little clearer. They hadn't met that long ago, right? Somewhere seedy, uh... where was it...

Vako beat him to the punch, though. ”I know you. You were at that Hutt party. You punched that Horn-headed women."

"Ahhhhhhh, that's right. Vako Yizaak." Horst shook his head softly as a soft chuckle escaped him. He grabbed the fresh dogtags from the press and tossed them between his hands as he recalled that evening. One of the worst parties ever.

Vako, however, had been quite the company. He had talked to no end, in Horst's opinion, and to his credit, he had dug up a lot on the old Engineer through simple persistence. But today, that had ceased to matter. Today was the day Horst embraced his past again, settled it, and used it to plow the way for his future.

The Engineer outstretched his hand, Vako's dogtags dangling from his thumb, in both a gesture to hand the ID over and shake the Toydarian's... three-fingered... grabber... thing.

Horst looked over at Ethan, aiming to introduce him, but a Mirialan had popped out of the crowd and asked him something, and he looked a tad distracted.

Eh. I'll tell him later. He'd talk about it when they started assigning ranks.

Horst smiled. "Talked anyone else's ear off since Nal Hutta?"

[Ghostie]

We're going to need another ship...

Ethan had hoped to have a good sized crew, but at the rate things were going, they were going to need another ship. The base was big enough to hold everyone, sure. Ethan had made sure to get a lot of land. The first few people came by, a small band of mercs looking for work and a steady paycheck. They had a few young guys that looked like they needed some experience though.

Next was a Transdoshan. He said he was a bounty hunter and hunted wildlife. Not much experience in Space beyond piloting his own ship, but from the looks of things, a proficient combatant. Ethan had high hopes for this guy.

It was then that Bit came in and sat behind the table. Ethan didn't care where he had been, or that he was late. Ethan was too busy to really care, trying to write everyone down as fast as he could. He had Horst exchanged a few words. After that, Ethan gave Bit something to do under his breath.

“Bit, make sure no one causes any problems.”

Next, a Toydarian. He had a tattoo on his face, a rifle over one shoulder and a short sword opposite of that. He said he fought in the Shortage Wars on Toydaria. If Ethan remembered correctly, Toydaria had limited supplies, but he didn't know things were that bad.

From what Vako said of his experience, he had done quite a bit. More than anyone else they had signed up yet. It was nice to see that they weren't only attracting the inexperienced.

“Nice to have you with us, Vako.”

And then he said something that made Ethan's eye brows raised. Apparently, Horst had hit a woman at some Hutt party on Nal Hutta. Hutt parties usually meant quite a bit of booze and seedy characters. Ethan remembered, as Gardan's enforcer, having to throw people out of his palace all the time. It wasn't fun, more than one vagrant was violent.

But still, Horst hit a woman? Didn't sound like that man Ethan knew. He raised his eyebrows at the man working the machine and asked in Mando'a.

<<What's he talking about, Stellar?>>

It was then that another voice chimed in. Ethan spun his head around to see a green-skinned woman. A mirialan, by the looks of the facial tattoos and lack of head-tails. There was a blaster at her side, as well as a lightsaber.

A Jedi? No way, somehow word of this had to have gotten to the Sith.

Ethan's pessimism decided to come out when he saw the lightsaber. It would be natural for the Sith to come after them, but a Force-user? Ethan never put much stock in the Force. To tell the truth, he really didn't believe in anything. There was no mystical force-field controlling his destiny.

“Signing people up for a pirate crew. Interested?”

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Pirate crew? Ervisa raised both her eyebrows at that.

Of all the places in the galaxy to set up a pirate crew, why Oatara? It was the epitome of backwater, without the resources and population of Hutt space. It made most of the Outer Rim look burgeoning in comparison.

"Is this some kind of scam to get personal information, because no one comes to Oatara just to set up a crew of pirates. There's nothing here but hunters and botanists. And botanist hunters. By which I mean botanists who are hunters, because someone who hunted botanists would be a little strange."

The Mirialan woman fished out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep breath of the smoke and blowing it out to the side.

Ervisa was rather nonchalant in the way she was talking, but that was just the way she was. Don't stand on ceremony, don't deal with trifling details. Easy come, easy go.

When you'd traveled so much round the galaxy and experienced the best and the worst, it left you a little different.

A green hand pulled the cigarette away from her lips and grey eyes stared at the armored man. Ervisa gave an expectant look, expecting some kind of response from the man.

Perhaps confirmation this was more than a mere group of pirates.

[Ghostie]

“Well, there was this one time I hunted a botanist for the Republic. Kel Dor, small fellow. Wanted for some major thefts. Tracked him all the way from the Core to Sith Space and back again. Tried to bribe me off so he didn't have to go do his time in jail. He's still rotting in that cell as far as I know.”

Ethan offered the Mirialan a smile. The story about hunting the botanist was actually true. The Kel Dor was spending time imprisoned on Coruscant. He'd see the light of day again in about seven years or so.

He hadn't expected skeptisim. If someone wanted to join, they did so. If some didn't want to join, they kept drinking. The woman was on the fence. Ethan wanted to convince her. That lightsaber could come in handy in a pinch.

But the lightsaber also set him on edge. We're they discovered before they started? Were the Sith this fast? Ethan didn't know. He wanted to find out who this lady was, what what she wanted. Then logic hit Ethan.

If this woman was truly Sith, she probably wouldn't proclaim it with a lightsaber on her belt for all to see.

That was a good enough point. He had already wasted enough time dwelling on the matter, he needed to get back to work. So, she wanted to know if this was a scam or not?

“No lady. This is the honest to goodness truth. We're on Oatara because we're out of the way out here, people dismiss it.” Ethan paused, "What's your name?"

[Ash]

Bit took off from the table after the Toydarian showed up, heading to the bar where he got himself a drink, courtesy of Horst. Zwei would take advantage of it as long as he could, like a good soldier. He lit himself up a new cigarette, holding it in his teeth as his Corallian lager arrived. He turned around, hearing a voice that sounded half familiar, and spit out a mouthful of his beer, but somehow kept his cigarette in his mouth.

Standing close to the table where he was minuted ago was Ervisa, having a mild discussion with Ethan about... something. He chuckled to himself at seeing this woman: last time he did, she was drunk off her mind and high on drugs. He had to say she looked better now. Zwei started making his way closer to her and Ethan, and slyly cut into their little talk.

This fox's name is Ervisa. Careful though; she may try for the contents of your wallet.

Bit laughed and danced away, taking back his seat at the side of the desk. He rocked back on his chair's back two legs, set his beer on the table, and took another drag of his cigarette, a large smile on his face. No one would know if Bit was serious or not, with how he was. He caught the green woman's eye and winked; just something friendly, rather than flirty.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

The botanist story was good, worthy of the Mirialan's own telling in fact. Of course in her eyes it wasn't quite as good as tunneling out of prison with a spoon and panties, but that was probably the crowning achievement of her life.

Before Ervisa could provide her name, she took a double-take as someone already provided it. For a few seconds she tried to place who he was to know it, and then vaguely it clicked.

She knew him from Coruscant. Not the good time on Coruscant, but the bad.

That prompted an inward wince, though she kept her face carefully neutral. She did not like having someone who'd seen her in that condition around now, it felt awkward.

The whole reason she'd come to the ass-end of space was for a clean start, not so she could bump into the same exact people as before. No, she was running away dammit. Not some noble tactical retreat either, but straight up fleeing trouble.

Now he had to come and make it all complicated. Well, she'd blown all her funds on rehab and getting set on Oatara. Wasn't so easy to pack up and head elsewhere, unless luck gave her another piloting gig. However, as romantic as the life of a galactic saddle tramp might have seemed, the reality was a little different, and she could only have so many drunken revelries.

She was trying to fix her life and change it, be a productive member of society. Not a tramp.

"'Scuse me just one second," Ervisa smiled.

Promptly she plucked the cigarette from her lips and leaned over to Bit, cupping her hand next to his ear to amplify her whispered words.

"Let's keep my last occupation between you and me, so I don't have to break your legs." She patted him on the back and straightened, looking back to the armored man.

"Yeah, my name's Ervisa. I'm a bush pilot, fly a helicopter for anyone who wants to charter a flight, though I can fly pretty much anything from an airspeeder up to a frigate."

[Vako]

Without hearing anything that suggested he was wrong about the name Vako assumed that the man did in fact share his name with a large beast of burden. He still felt like “Horse” was wrong, but he didn’t hear otherwise, and he didn’t care very much. Names were something that went straight through his head. He typically assigned nicknames to people, and ones that were generally offensive. He didn’t care very much about that however, since discrimination was just a part of life, especially his.

He shook the human’s hand, and grabbed his ID tags. Vako didn’t like to wear them, or even keep them on him. If backed into a corner, he liked at least having the option of deniability. ID tags just were something the enemy could find on your body when you were captured to prove you were an enemy combatant. That was not something he was fond of. Vako put the ID tags in a pouch, and he’d probably toss them out later. For the moment he wouldn’t, since that wouldn’t be the best start.

”With so many ears on beings with empty heads,” Vako responded to the question. ”I do what I can to fill a void.” He tapped on his head. ”Present company not excluded.” His implication was that everyone he came across was stupid, or at the very least not as smart as he was, and that by talking to him they were made smarter.

It may have been a harsh commentary on the universe, especially since he was standing for employment. But pirate crews and mercenary armies were filled with far harsher people then him, and at least he only jabbed at those around him with his tongue rather then a real weapon.

The man in the red and yellow armor had said something in a gibberish tongue that he didn’t understand. It sounded like any number of languages humans spoke around him. He didn’t care what was being said, since it was obviously not meant for him. But if he needed to, he’d get it out of someone later, through an endless barrage of questioning as he tended to do.

Vako looked at the people that were in front of him and to the girl that was next to him. He guessed that they were about the same age, but as always the people around him didn’t seem as prepared for different situations as he was. Of course Vako had the gear of a soldier, and more, and not everyone thought the way he did. Still in his mind this seemed immediately like it was a poor situation, which was never good.

”What exactly is the… target of this venture?” Vako asked openly to anyone. ”Republic shipping? Hutt Spice?” Vako really didn’t care about what they were looking to trample, but it seemed like they weren’t set up for much. ”I couldn’t say this group looks… prepared for someone shooting back it…” Vako tilted his head to his right towards the Mirilian women beside him.

To him this group didn’t look like it could hit anything stronger then a civilian transport, which was fine for him. He didn’t care what they were charging into, but he didn’t particularly like the idea of being outnumbered, outgunned, or outmaneuvered. From where he was hovering however, it seemed they might suffer in the last two areas.

[Fromikeable]

<<What's he talking about, Stellar?>> Ethan's tone was pretty serious, and Horst needed a minute to figure out that he had equated Vako's comment about the woman on Nal Hutta to something less than honorable.

"Relax, burc'ya." <<She was after my head. Not exactly your run-of-the-mill gal.>> The Engineer made sure to communicate the initial response in Standard so that Vako could hear. He hated being talked about right in front of his own face, and while he couldn't exactly say that Vako had the same perspective, he would at least try and be respectful.

It was at that point that Ethan and Bit struck up a conversation with some Mirialan woman that had wandered up to see what was happening. Horst couldn't help but stare at her waist for a moment as Vako responded. She was attractive, sure, but more importantly there was a lightsaber attached to her belt.

And Horst knew who used lightsabers.

Still, Ethan and Bit seemed relaxed enough around her, and so far she hadn't started fighting. After all, here stood three men trying to form a small enterprise against the Sith. Why wouldn't she just attack them all? Ethan might have sprung for his beskar'gam, but Horst and Bit were in regular attire. She could've gotten the drop on them and wasted all three in a motion, and yet here she stood talking instead.

Horst squinted slightly as he completed the thought. So she isn't a Sith. She's still one of those though. And Horst trusted those about as far as he could throw them.

That's not true. I could throw her a-ways if I tried.

”What exactly is the… target of this venture? Republic shipping? Hutt Spice? I couldn’t say this group looks… prepared for someone shooting back it…"

Horst looked at the line again. To be fair, quite a few of these guys didn't look like fringers, much less normal civilians. Maybe a portion of them were. Horst doubted that they had a mob of rookies, though. If some young Republic kids wanted to shoot up the Sith, they usually went and enlisted. After all, why join a forming paramilitary group when you could be in the real thing instead? No, these were veterans. Guys and gals that had fought, that would fight still, but had been held back by something. For Horst and Ethan, it had been their pasts. The Engineer suspected the same of a lot of these so called "civvies."

"We're hitting up the Sith supply routes. Depots, light transports, that sort of thing. As for our future-soldiers here, well... give them a few weeks of our hospitality, and they'll be spitting bullets and crapping thunder."

[Vako]

”Sith supply routes?” Vako questioned. It seemed unusual, but in war time there were the privateers that worked on both sides of the line. The problem was that it wasn’t something simple that he was talking about. ”That’s a dangerous sort of work.” Vako pointed out.

He liked the idea of not only attacking ships, but the Sith were an animal that seemed fairly more dangerous then the Republic. ”From what I hear they work considerably more armed then you Republic types.” Vako had only heard rumors, he wasn’t sure if they were true. ”And can actually hit something that they shoot at… unlike you’re Republic troops.” Vako spat his bias against the Republic.

He’d been shot at by them on several occasions, and he found that they produced a well equipped, but poorly trained military force. And because of that he had very little time for them.

Vako didn’t care about democracy, rights, laws, or government. Republic law didn’t apply anywhere that their soldiers weren’t, and as far as Vako was concerned, it might as well not exist. But that wasn’t to say he wanted to see the Republic destroyed. It was really pure apathy towards them outside of being something to fight, or make money off of.

”If you want to see which one’s are worth anything.” Vako started again. ”Just divide them into two groups and send them into the wilds with a blaster each.” Vako had a smile come behind his small tusks. ”The group that comes back are the good ones.” Vako in a way wasn’t joking though.

He had never received formal training in how to be a soldier. What he was fighting on Toydaria, they practically just put a blaster in his hands, gave him a uniform, and he picked the rest up on his own. And when he was with the Black Rock Brigade, it was more of an ‘anything goes as long as you follow orders’ sort of situation.

”I bet the monster’s out there’d stay away from ‘green skin’ over here though.” Vako pointed his thumb at the Mirilian women. ”The color indicates disease you know.” Vako gave a scratchy cackle as he spoke. In his mind, Toydarians were superior, and even then it was only the ones in and around Toydor.

[Ash]

Don't worry, love: your secret is safe with me.

Bit leaned forward, grabbing his beer, taking a nice drink of it, and leaned back again, nearly falling over, and earning a chuckle from whoever was around. He grinned, rubbing the back of his head, and sat his beer back on the table before he ended up spilling it, and himself, all over the ground. When Horst switched over to, as Bit found out during their short travels together, Mandalorian, Bit sat up, making etarded looking fake karate chops in the air after him.

Hey, stop it with your crazy speakrish. And I thought you called me a raving lunatic.

Bit laughed. He found out that he really enjoyed messing around with Ethan and Horst... Especially Horst. Going after the Mandalorian language was one way for him to try to get a good rise out of him. Bit took another drink of his beer, then resumed his leaning back in his chair, listening to the Toydarian talk about Ervisa.

It could indicate disease, but around many planets, its a color of beauty, but for disease... I would say more of a poison.

[Foxfire]

The Green Dragon was well packed more so then any night before his customary trip of late night had to be moved up a storm was brewing north of here and he did not feel like getting wet. With the glow wolf pelt covering him he made his way to the building. The outside crowd was some thing to behold well at least for a bit till they parted and moved back muttering. Many were shocked to see the glow walker so early in the day. The line into the building shrank before him the noise had seemed to be raising again some todo must have been going on for the beer was flowing freely. Even though they were shoulder to shoulder Je'Baru Nargruk found that many would step back and away from him. He supposed that they were afraid he'd eat them, after all the hollow blackness of the glow wolf's eyes made most uneasy.
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Moving across the crowd toward the bar he picked up on what was going on, a group was hiring. One person was moving toward a group of beings, from which he surmised were the ones hiring. He slowly stalked behind him silently moving giving and going as the crowd shifted till he was very near to the group. Sniffing the air he caught a very familuar scent. He was right the female who house him while he was on Coruscant. Next in the group a mando and a very noisy toydarian who was mocking her green color. By this time Je'Baru was less hidden by the crowd. The being he followed turn and in shock stumbled away stammering. A hiss escaped from under the pelt which was directed at the stammerin fool.
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'Begone coward and let those who can and do go first. As for you bug watch your tonge there are some here that might see you as a meal in stead of an opponet.'
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The hollow wolf eyes stared down at the littler being. Shifting he moved to stand by Ervisa. Looking at her from under the pelt he spoke.
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'Good to see you off your back.'

[Ghostie]

Bit started to complain about Ethan and Horst talking in Mando'a. It wasn't the first time he had done so, Ethan and Horst conversed regularly in the language when they didn't want anyone else to hear. Still, at this point Ethan felt somewhat bad leaving Bit out of the picture.

“Don't worry Bit, we're teach you a few words.”

It turned out this Mirialan's name was Ervisa. And apparently Ethan had to double check his wallet after talking with her. That fact that Bit knew her calmed Ethan's nerves though. And if she did decide to join up, a lightsaber could come in handy.

“You can fly? We need some more pilots from the looks of things.”

Vako started talking with Horst again, apparently about what they were going to be pirating. Ethan hoped the target didn't scare the Toydarian off. On the contrary, he seemed to question who they were taking against the Sith. Luckily, Horst had that covered too.

Good, then he can deal with people stuff.

Just then, a Noghri showed up. Not the most common species, but Ethan had seen a couple during his time in Hutt Space. Fried a couple too in the gang wars there when he worked for Gardan. They were good fighters, but they weren't suited for front-line work too often.

“Signing up, burc'ya?”

Apparently, no one heard him. There was some racism around the table now. The Toydarian had said something about Ervisa that Ethan didn't quite catch, and the noghri stuck up for her. Things could get out of line quick, Ethan didn't know these people, but they were fringers. They weren't known for their patience.

“Hey! I wont warn you guys again about the fighting. So started something, and be prepared to finish it. Or take it outside.”

He didn't yell, but just raised his voice enough so everyone around the table could hear. It was a somewhat commanding tone. Ethan picked up the roster and a pen, and turned towards the Noghri.

“Now then, signing up?”

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

A flying creature Ervisa recognized as a Toydarian made a crack about her skin color, which was probably the first time she'd heard it in a few months. It really wasn't all that common to hear jokes about it. Probably because they weren't funny.

The Mirialan woman gave the flying creature a look that said 'really?'

Before she could say anything however, Bit spoke up in her defense, as did another person she recognized from the past few months. It was that grey-skinned creature who'd given her all those credits.

"Is there anyone here who doesn't know me?" She asked aloud, half-wondering if Morwynn, Pala, and Asyr were all going to jump out from behind a corner.

While they were at it, why not bring back her Jedi master?

Instead of dealing with the newcomers, apart from a nod of recognition, she turned back to Ethan.

"Yup, I fly an RR-7700 out of Waypoint airfield, know all the skies on the planet. I've also flown the rim for a good decade. Know my way around. What kind of work would you have me doing, if I did sign up?"

[Fromikeable]

Horst hadn't gotten involved in the resulting riot developing in front of the table. Vako had made some crack about the Mirialan's skin, and Bit and some grey-looking thing with a pelt over his body immediately interceded. Normally Horst would have joined them, being a supreme hater of racism himself.

This time he let it slide. She was one of those. He chose to try and ignore her, but she offered up a question, inquiring as to what she'd have to do. Horst let Ethan respond, not trusting himself to speak to the green woman with utter neutrality.

On the one hand, the diversity of the group had just exploded a bit. A Toydarian, a grey... whatever that was (Horst would ask Ethan later), a Mirialan (who he wished really wasn't there), a Mando, a lunatic, and an ex-smuggler.

Now all they needed was a Zabrak with three eyes, and they'd be golden.

"While you're all at it, I need names here unless you all just want to be called numbers." He looked at the grey-skinned guy and the Mirialan, um... Ervisa, hadn't they called her? She, to Horst's detriment, was becoming quite the subject of attention.

That meant she might stick around.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OOC---This takes place after Escape a sith no more, and the thread after that on Coruscant. Not sure if Tim will Be joining this thread.))

The Xs-light freighter came out of hyperspace and the star streaks disappeared. It was closely fallowed by a Yacht that was commandeered by Zett Rem who had basically been asleep at the wheal of the still unnamed Yacht as he was still waking up as his droid T6 was the one pulling the first ship the Star Hunter out of hyperspace. Zett had woken up to the constant beep warning the location was coming up; and pulled the ship out of hyper space.

Zett had had a busy week, camping out on then Escaping Koribban and evading Sith, Getting framed on Coruscant evacuating and he had almost forgot his new name's:

Name:
Haron Yanz
Age: 22 Standard Coruscant Years
Race: Human,

Name: Deign Rargis
Age: 22 Standard Coruscant Years
Race: Human

Zett Rem had also pulled a data drive from a Coruscantian Data console and after hacking the data out of it found a planet that was left practically untouched by the republic yet had some civilized colony there, It's name was 'Oatara'.

He passed the atmosphere and after a few more minutes landed the ships in the main colony. He walked out of the bridge and wiped sleep from his eyes and walked into the common area and down the ramp out of the Yacht and then into his first oldest ship looking for Zanabar and found no trace of him he was most likely in his room resting or meditating.

He powered up one of his main droids 'Shadow',
Yes master? The droid asked with a slight tilt of his head.
Zett answered back with a point to the room Zanabar was in.
Keep an Eye unit on him will ya'? and tell him that i left for the closest cantina when he comes out of there.
Is that all sir? The droid asked again.
Zett gave a shake of the head as he walked away.

He pulled his mando helmet onto his head as he walked down the ramp and took in the heat that reminded him of his homeworld of Tatooing. To him it wasn't very hot growing up on Tatooing he was used to much warmer temperatures, Of coarse that was also a very long while back.

Ahh fresh air!
Zett let out a clean breath as a man how looked as though he worked in the hanger from the way he was dressed walked up to him.
"Oh you must be here for the recruiting! The Green Dragon you actually landed pretty close it isn't a far walk."

Zett almost didn't under stand what the young Twi'lek boy was talking about. But he shrugged it off payed the boy and walked in the direction of the main town area where he saw a cantina with the name the boy had said The Green Dragon.

Zett's curiosity got the better of him and he walked into the main door bumping into a crowd right away.

To soon did he realize what was going on, some sort of pirate recruitment.

And before long he was picking faces out of the crowd. The first was an all familiar Ervisa, The second was on close to the main table It took him a little longer to put a name on him, but he had met him briefly on the space station his name reminded him of an animal, a Horse, but surely that wasn't his actual name, name.
The last one he didn't see until the crowd thinned a bit and the all to familiar voice cold voice spoke, Je'baru.
Zett gave an Eye roll under his helmet and silently said,
Why does life play cruel tricks on me?

He had made his way to the front of the crowd and knew that he couldn't sneak away. Je'baru would have already smelt him, and the other two would have recognized his armor.

Zett had made his way to the front of what he didn't realize was supposed to be a line until he got to the front of it. He was directly behind Je'baru, before he scoped out the room making perfectly sure that he knew no one else in the room.

So.... all my "friends" coming together to through a party for me?

The short stack the Drinker and the guy who got mad when i called him a smuggler, who's next?