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Jan 3, 2013 13:39:32 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Jan 3, 2013 13:39:32 GMT -5
Haust laughed after another sip of brandy as he shook his head,
"I didn't mean it in the literal sense of him being behind a posse, rather the behavioral condition of all criminal enterprises. The head of the organization often hides behind the strength of influence and men rather than personally face opposition."
This one did as well, he hadn't expected me to come personally I'm sure he expected a ship of men but at times you just have to do things your self."
Haust smiled taking another sip as he watched her, listened to her speak the mention of her recommendation made her shake her head but she was capable not in prison and didn't owe money to any dangerous organizations. Those two fact alone warranted such a smuggler is good at what they do or fairly new to the game considering her ship, he could deduce she was not new to this game and was fairly experienced.
This was enough for him to consider partaking of her services, her expressions were obvious and easy to read. Much like a book though her sarcasm acted against them. She was becoming interesting again, Haust paused his observations to sip again letting the brandy wash down his threat and it's warmth engulf his chest.
He leaned forward while looking into her deep emerald eyes, he could sense that tinge of curiosity it showed in her expression and play aloud in her thoughts like a radio.
"They came this way from a chemical accident." He commented out of the blue, he considered if she'd pick up on his reading of her thoughts as strange or deductive, either way the reaction to follow would both amuse him and intrigue him he always enjoyed discovering behaviors. A slight preoccupation with the psychological, and the mundane characteristics of multiple species and the comparisons to be made thereof.
A two second long snicker following her comment of 'stronger drinks' as Haust nodded.
"You'll never know until you try but perhaps you are of the kind to enjoy other drinks to relax maybe a mixed drink. During my time on Zeltros I've become quite adept at making mixed drinks I can make them strong, sweet, and delectable. To spoil the taste bud and entice the palate"
He smiled again, before leaning back in the chair reaching over to grab the bottle with his lean but vascular hands pouring his glass to be full before reaching over and setting the bottle in front of her.
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Reisier
The Ninja of SWU
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Jan 6, 2013 2:10:02 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Jan 6, 2013 2:10:02 GMT -5
Amaris leaned forward, the muscles of her back tightening at the movement. Fingers reached towards the smooth surface of the glass bottle, listening halfheartedly as the man continued to talk. Amaris raised her brows lightly as she poured the liquid into a glass, hearing the light splashing of the alcohol against the sides of the glass. A crooked smile crossed the Zelosian’s lips, eyes flickering up to meet Haust, “Hiding behind strength and influence is something everyone does. It’s part of nature.” She shrugged lightly, the bottle returned to the table with a clink. “Though, natural or not, you gotta admit,” Amaris added, glass lingering inches from her lips, “…my story would’ve kept people at the edge of their seats.”
She sipped the liquor, gaining a visible shudder as the hot liquid rolled down Amaris’ throat. ‘Damn, he wasn’t kidding, that is strong…’ Green eyes peered down at her glass, hand swaying in an endless circle. Every once in a while, the darkened liquid would catch a glimmer of the light over their heads, making it glimmer and sparkle in an unusual display. The man was speaking again, and Amaris nodded her head with feigned interest – he really did like the sound of his own voice, didn’t he? And while the thought would have prompted a laugh from the woman, it was a single sentence that returned her attention to the man.
"They came this way from a chemical accident."
“Uh – what?” Amaris lifted her head wearily in Haust’s direction – what in the void was he going on about this time around. But as green locked on amber, a sudden realization hit her like a bucket of water. He was talking about his eyes. ‘Ah, crap.’ The smuggler shifted uncomfortably, as a small wave of guilt washed over her; though, perhaps it wasn’t necessarily guilt, but embarrassment at getting caught. “Oh, sorry ‘bout staring.” Well, she wasn’t really staring, the Zelosian told herself, pushing fiery strands away from her face, she was just studying them. Yup, that sounded much better. Amaris coughed as she buried her lips in the glass once more, eyes drifting to her side. Well, that wasn’t completely embarrassing.
“Gotta hand it to you, you’ve got a strange pair of eyes there.” Amaris continued with a wave of her hand, cup and hand waved through the air. “Though, never would’ve thought them to be the result of a chemical accident…” Amaris admitted, furrowing her brow, the sudden thought making her freeze. She stared a couple of seconds before shoulders were rolled. She leaned into her seat, arms resting lazily against the surface of the aluminum table. “Chemical accidents strike me more of the ‘Ouch! This is going to leave a scar!’ rather than ‘Ooh, shiny eyes!’” She shrugged. Though, chemistry had never been her strong suit, maybe under the right conditions, eye colors could be changed – and, who knew, maybe it had something to do with his specie, whatever that was.
But before she was allowed to delve into deeper thoughts, a laugh made her tilt her head curiously. Amaris studied Haust with clear amusement as he spoke of mixed drinks, saying that it was possible for her to enjoy one. It was Amaris’ turn to laugh. “Honestly, blondie, you seem like a smart-enough man,” She grinned, leaning slightly forward. “…do I look like the type of person that would enjoy mixed drinks?” Slender fingers were laced together, eyes peering over them to Haust again.
“Just in case, let me give you a hint,” Amaris quipped, “…no.” Generally, the excuse she gave to avoid these sweet elixirs was by saying that she didn’t have a sweet tooth, that she disliked sugar in general and found no need for it. In reality, it was anything but. A Zelosian and sweets were a disastrous combination of sorts – and while alcohol had no effect over the creatures’ bodies, sugar often lowered inhibitions, coordination, and, in a single word, made them drunk. Frankly, Amaris found no need to let others know of her origins, gave her an upper hand at times, especially when it came to drinking games and bets. Sure, some would consider it cheating, but others made the bets, Amaris was just happy to comply and, well, enjoy some easy winnings.
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Jan 6, 2013 13:19:15 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Jan 6, 2013 13:19:15 GMT -5
Haust laughed before taking another sip of brandy and nodding, only those who've seen the eyes before would know what truly caused them however most didn't and that worked to the advantage of many dark siders. Haust himself usually hid it but to the a majority of sentient being it was nothing more than yellow colored eyes. Haust leaned back in the chair smiling as he sighed.
"It was an entire freak accident ordeal, there would have been scarring if I hadn't gotten it off my face in time but I'm grateful for the minimal damage there was thus far. Besides.."
He pointed at his own faces before shrugging.
"These beat the hell out of dark brown eyes." He chuckled, as he thought to himself in the days of his youth he had blue eyes, it was a lie not not one most would know of or even care enough to push the issue.
As she addressed the issue of mixed drink, Haust took another sip downing the drink and setting it down. His strangely youthful features completely unflinching as he drank it a note of his experience drinking strong drinks. Bringing his bare hand to rub his face then inspecting his clean manicured finger nails as he looked over to her smirking.
"Everyone enjoys mixed drinks, in my experience those that don't either only care about appearances or never had one... or"
He paused a moment, then looking at her, he considered the fact she might be but shook it off by slowly shaking his head. Even if it was the fact it didn't matter it wouldn't make a large difference in his life nor hers. Tracing his tongue on his bottom lip as he leaned forward the texture of his silk pajama's moving thinly against the air of the ship as he did, and looked over to Amaris.
"Eh it doesn't matter so Amaris tell me about your self, what's been your toughest smuggle so far?"
He was curious but also testing her decision making skills and her experience as a smuggler, though her current status spoke volumes it was always good to hear a resume of sorts. And to top it off it gave him a break for talking and to sit back and enjoy the slight tipsy feel of alcohol.
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Reisier
The Ninja of SWU
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Jan 9, 2013 2:59:05 GMT -5
Post by Reisier on Jan 9, 2013 2:59:05 GMT -5
Amaris drummed her fingers lazily across the table, a pleasant enough smile crossing her lips. “I suppose so,” The woman started, head tilted to the right. “At the very least, they’re a good conversation starter.” She shifted, crossing her legs.
The woman shrugged her shoulders, a small grin on her lips. “Well, I don’t enjoy them.” Amaris countered, leaning slightly forward, “…not everyone has a sweet tooth.” She added, hand waved dismissively through the air. Though, of course that wasn’t necessarily true. She enjoyed sugar just as much as the next Zelosian, but had come to learn about letting people learn of her race. “If I felt like downing a spoonful of sugar, I would. But, I don’t, so I won’t.”
“I’ve never really classified a job as tough per se…” Amaris started, finger tracing her upper lip slowly, carefully weighing out the words she used. It wasn’t necessarily that the Zelosian lacked words she could use to describe some of her most tedious runs, truth be told, she had more than enough words to describe them. Though, perhaps some of those words could be considered unnecessarily harsh. Honest, yes, but harsh nonetheless. A small smile crept across Amaris’ lips, the pale hands leaving her face and instead settling across her chest. “I think describing them as memorable would be more fitting.” Well, the headaches she got from them were memorable anyways.
The Zelosian grew silent for a couple of seconds, tilting her head back. “Though, I’ll admit, blondie, you’re the first one to ever ask me that.” She pursed her lips, tapping her chin thoughtfully. Amaris chuckled, a gentle laugh that disappeared quietly into the ship, “I’d say, probably my first run going solo,” The woman begun, lids veiling her gaze as she reached towards her glass, “…mostly because I didn’t expect the outcome.” She laughed, voice quickly drowned as she brought the glass to her lips. She drank and a second later, she gave a heavy sigh.
“Well, sort of.” Part of her knew when Thalo had contact her that the job wouldn’t necessarily be easy; though, she had never expected the Tholothian would turn on her at the drop of a hat. Again – sort of. Amaris knew she could trust Thalo as far as she could throw him, but the Zelosian had given him the benefit of the doubt.
“Had to drop off a couple of boxes in the Senex sector,” The smuggler began, leaning back on her seat. The chair creaked and protested at the movement, which went ignored by the woman. Amaris laced her fingers behind her head, looking up lazily at the ceiling. “…I was doing the delivery, this bounty hunter, Thalos was finding the clientele. It was supposed to be easy money – good money.” The woman grimaced, glancing back down at Haust.
“Back then, I didn’t ask that many questions. Only picked it up and dropped it off, you know? By the way, worst decision ever. Anyways, back to the job – Thalos set up the meeting in Juvex.” Amaris grimaced, her muscles tightening at the bitterness that name held. “Thalos left for the city before me, taking a small carrier to make sure the meeting was still going to take place. I don’t know what compelled me to go into the storage bay – it was a place I usually avoided whenever I was getting ready to land. But, when I got there, I heard these scratching noises.” Amaris hesitated, her gaze softening, “I thought that some rat had gotten into the cargo; expecting major damages, I opened the first crate up.” The woman breathed out, rubbing at her temple. It was hard for her to continue, ashamed at what she had done. “I found people – women and children, some men too – inside the crates that had been nailed shut.”
“They were filthy, some sick – suffering from starvation and dehydration.” She downed the rest of her drink, a desperate attempt to soothe her screaming mind, “I didn’t know. Goddamn, I didn’t know – I tore the rest of the crates open to find the same sight inside. People, of all races, crammed-up together, packed up like animals.” She pursed her lips and reaching to the liquor served herself another glass.
Once I found out what, or rather who, I was smuggling, I – well, I lost it. I’ve never gotten myself involved with slavers before and I never planned to,” She sighed, “…let’s just say, that before the job got completed, I kinda threw Thalos off my ship.” She rubbed the back of her neck, “He survived, that much I knew – how, I still don’t know to this day. But, it was not long after that that the bastard tried shooting Decipio down. He was in the shop for several months thanks to him. Thankfully, before my baby gave out, we were able to get into jump into hyperdrive, and away from the planet.”
She chuckled, “We were left stranded in space for about a month – nearly went through all of our supplies by the third week too. Thankfully, a few days after the supplies were nearly depleted, I was able to contact a friendly salvage ship, ” She smiled, “They offered to take us into the Seswenna sector. I was broke, with a damaged ship, and about twenty would-be slaves on my hands; I was out of luck. But it was worth it.” She smiled, “Most settled on Seswenna, others were returned to their home world in Tholoth after a three month stay in the planet. Thankfully, they all escaped their fate.” She smiled.
“Pretty sure if Thalos sees me again, he’ll probably try shooting my head off.” The woman laughed, “Lesson learned, blondie, exes make terrible business partners.”
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Jan 13, 2013 23:32:04 GMT -5
Post by Raytheon on Jan 13, 2013 23:32:04 GMT -5
Haust listened to her story and didn't even muse to interrupt before reaching over and retrieving the bottle to pour himself another full glass of brandy and sipping it lightly before setting the bottle back unto the table as he watched and listened. While the mentioning of a story was good for opening good conversation and build a rapport. It was also fundamental in learning more about her. The downfall of smugglers is unless they have a criminal record they aren't exactly easy to know they travel too much to establishing solid relationships. Rarely do they have families or footholds other than their ships so the only way to learn of them is to talk to them.
Based on the conversation she had underlying trust issues something that isn't exactly uncommon in the under world of smuggling and she didn't support slavers. That was a difference that held Hasut while he didn't like ti found it a necessary evil unable to be extinguished. While sentients of the galaxy held the attributes of lust, greed, and depravity there would always be a market to cater to them, slavery filled the void for labor, lust, greed, power, sadism there would always be slavery, you could hate it or you could use it towards personal profit, Haust chose profit.
Showing no leaning in her story his expression was indifferent until the ending then finally smirking as he took a long sip of the drink and nodding as he set it down and clapped softly.
"Excellent tale, and yes some exes do make terrible business partners but personally I've never had any true exes I find any relationship of the romantic nature to be smothering. Personally I much prefer casual relationships, meet occasionally to tumble the sheets and go about your business keeps things less than messy and doesn't protrude on a personal life."
He paused to chuckled before taking another sip of the brandy before continuing, to the eye it would seem the brandy began to make him slightly tipsy as he continued on long trailed monologue.
"I have a similar story of a old business partner I had met on Zeltros, he ran a Brothel quite the successful venue earning nearly two million annually. I was a shadow partner having helped him found the business with a large investment and took in about twenty five percent of the proceedings every six months it was good money and I even made a return on my investment in the first year. Now me and the owner lets call him Les he began to see me as more of a liability than an asset to his business."
Haust shook his head chuckling as he took another sip of the brandy, and spoke this time while holding it.
"Unknown to me most of his girls were slaves it's why he always had a large profit margin he only had to clothe and feed them enough to keep them skinny and attractive. I found out mostly because he stopped paying and through my investigations he had slavery he punished by starving them for months on end in the sub levels they were covered in their own filth, and piss. Bare and naked and some even died and he left the bodies to decay down there and a few of the more desperate slaves began cannibalization. He pressed to have me eliminated with a crew of five men at my hotel suite. But luckily I wasn't there to receive the hundreds of blaster bolts they put through the doors and walls to kill me."
Haust lied, as he chuckled and took another drink. the reality is he was there and remembered it vividly as he slew every member of the kill squad and sent their heads back to the brothel to indicate complete and utter failure and the inevitable death Les would face. He could recall with crystal clarity the struck look of fear on their faces as they futilely fired bolt after bolt for him to bat or reflect and strike them down each one by one, this thought process stretch for only two seconds as he continued.
"But I found out, and paid a visit to my friend Les and put a blaster to the back of his head and told him to sign over the ownership of the slaves and the business he did gladly in exchange for his life unknowing I'd already had his accounts drained. After he signed it I had him stripped naked and covered in thick Felucian honey and threw him down into the cellar and left the door open, he didn't make it three feet before this starved slaves grabbed him and made a short feast of him. After an hour one by one the slaves came up emancipated I freed them each one by one."
Haust kept a single thought to himself, "because they were diseased and useless." before continuing his tale to it's finale.
"Kept the paid staff on the payroll and promoted the previous assistant to the position of managing the business and to this day he's done very well, earned his keep and the business does better every year. So I can understand your misgivings about slaves...Though.. tell me more about this Thalos what made you want to work with him? Had you been given the chance to know before hand what you were carrying would you have still done it?"
Haust posed the question aster the fruition of his story to learn more and to be entertained by simple conversation.
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