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Sept 18, 2008 14:19:13 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Sept 18, 2008 14:19:13 GMT -5
This is not the best idea you've ever had, Daryn. That particular thought kept running through the mind of the sometime smuggler and bounty hunter. Try as he might, he couldn't quite fully get himself to quiet the diatribe within his mind. One might almost consider the sarcastic tone to be something bordering on common sense. Oh...you think? There it was again.
Of course, logic wasn't really on his side either. He was flying to Dxun on the word of a half-spiced Devaronian he'd met in a cantina, after all. Of course, anyone might have when someone tells him there might be some money to be made in Dxun. They might take particular interest in it when that someone has a middling Hutt crime boss on Coruscant has it in his mind that said person's hide would look good flayed, tanned, and stuck to the wall. THEN said someone might not ask too many questions and hop back to their freighter and hightail it out of the system without a second glance.
Seriously....what did Uulobra expect? Live capture meant that a mark could still kick and scream. There's always a risk. Daryn shook his head, propping his boots up on the control console as the whorls and streaks of light whipped past his view as the Ante Up streaked through lightspeed.
Live capture also means you frisk the mark and make sure he isn't hiding anything...like a vibroshiv that he can use to cut through his bonds and stab into the Hutt's tail. Thus replied the ever pertinent but utterly useless bit of common sense in his head.
"Yeah, well...would have been nice if I'd thought of that before. he tried to stick Uulobra..." Daryn replied. The voice in his head remained silent, thankfully.
Idly, Daryn wondered if he should be worried about having such spats with himself...
Shrugging, he drew his feet back off the console and checked...just about there. He began to prep for the return to sublight.
The checks were routine, he didn't even really think about them...even his hail to space control and the docking authority was perfunctory for the most part. When you do it often enough...it's almost like reflex. He had his mind on more pressing matters.
If there was truth to the Devaronian's words...he could get in touch with some Mandalorians that could set him up with work. Someone needed pilots...someone was willing to pay. That was good. The fact that Uulobra wasn't stupid enough to come after someone working with the Mandalorians was better.
There in was the crux of his problem. Daryn didn't exactly fit the mold of Mandalorian ideals. Sure...he was athletic, agile, good with a blaster, and he could handle himself in a fight, but their mentality was different. Daryn wasn't lusting for glory or honor in battle. They could be rewarding, but he preferred more reward, less battle. Besides...he hadn't killed anyone yet and he was rather fond of that. Getting in with this crowd was hardly destined to do anything to promote that streak.
He needed the money though. Hopes and dreams weren't going to keep his ship space worthy. Practicality wins over idealism any day.
He touched down on his designated landing pad in Iziz Port, shut down everything, and prepared for departure. First stop...find a local cantina...they could give him a better idea on if the word was true and where it could be found.
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Sept 26, 2008 19:56:43 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 26, 2008 19:56:43 GMT -5
Italia had only just landed in Iziz, the familiar world of Dxun feeling more like home than many of the worlds she had visited lately. As the mercenary/bounty hunter exited the Ghost Star, she nodded a short goodbye to her, now previous, co-pilot. The wookie had only agreed to work for her as long as it took to get to the planet. Now they were here...I guess I'll just have to find myself a new copilot. she mused, as she ran a hand through her hair and over the beads she had wrapped into her hair. Sighing, she turned and headed toward the local cantina, hoping to find a new pilot, and perhaps a new job.
Upon reaching said cantina, Italia settled herself down at one of the side tables and gazed around the place, pulling her datapad out from a small pouch on her leather belt. Linking to some local systems, she scanned the information for any clues as to her next possible job. It seemed there were a few bounties that needed collecting, but all were called to be brought in dead, and honestly, that just wasn't to her liking. Well...if push came to shove she would tolerate taking one of those jobs, but only if there was nothing else to do.
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Sept 27, 2008 16:02:05 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Sept 27, 2008 16:02:05 GMT -5
Okay...so let's face cold, hard data. Daryn practically had a holosign around his neck that read "Smuggler!" in every known galactic language. He wasn't exactly one known for subtlety. It wasn't exactly par for the course when you lived in the lap of galactic luxury and had once been used to being waited on for all your needs. Becoming ostentatious was almost a prerequisite. He'd managed to tone down, relatively speaking...but that wasn't necessarily saying too much.
So, to say he was easy to pick out of the crowd of the cantina was an understatement. That blood-red synthleather jacket was enough, even with the shadowed shoulders. He came into the cantina with his blaster hung low on his hip, the way you saw in old tri-vid movies. With that squared jaw, rakish hair, and those piercing green eyes, he looked like someone that could could get away with the loot and the lady's heart all in the same episode.
That is, of course, what Daryn thought too. Even though real life had tried to make it perfectly clear that things didn't work like that...it couldn't get the notion out of his head that he wasn't the star in his own blockbuster holovid.
So, stepping out of the pages of his own script, he entered the cantina, standing out while everyone else tried to blend in, and approached the bar. From Italia's vantage, she'd be able to see the exchange of credits being made as Daryn asked for info on possible job opportunities and, heck, he was in Mando space...a Black Ale for good measure.
Turning his back to the bar, he leaned against it while he waited for his drink and info. Scanning the rest of the patrons, he let his eyes linger for a long moment on the attractive one at the table, currently messing with her datapad.
The beads were certainly a nice touch. Idly, he wondered if she looked as good out of all that gear as she did in it...
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Sept 27, 2008 19:58:48 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 27, 2008 19:58:48 GMT -5
Italia sighed and took a sip of her drink, still waiting for her food. It often took a while for the food to be prepared here, but it was some of the best food in this section of Iziz, for a good price. Setting her datapad down, she felt like someone was watching her, and looked up, scanning the partons, her eyes landed on a figure not far away. He looked like a wanna-be space cowboy, with his holster belt slung across his hip and a red synthleather jacket. Snorting in ammusement, she quirked an eyebrow at the man's appearance before returning to her datapad.
Her mind, however, was still focused on that walking fashion fopah. What would a pretty boy like that be doing in a Mando'ade controled planet liket this? Mentally shrugging, Italia decided that if he wanted something from her, he'd have to come over and talk to her.
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Sept 27, 2008 21:07:29 GMT -5
Post by Leo on Sept 27, 2008 21:07:29 GMT -5
The loud hiss of Frogu's lime-green lightsaber blade cutting through a sealed container startled the little creature, causing him to duck a little, barely managing to keep the weapon steady. He had learned that the lightsaber he had received from a mysterious man on Mygeeto was not common at all for... well... the common people.
For several hours, Frogu had been hopping from cargo crate to cargo crate, slicing each open effortlessly, looking for goods to pocket. He was a babe in the woods, he had no idea that when the owners of the cargo on this massive supply freighter found their products vandalized, they would be furious. Frogu had been led into this particular situation by his always trusty mission logs, stolen from the treasure hoarders he had killed on Tatooine and Tibrin. Each log contained a holodrive that could be inserted into his holoprojector. The contents of the drive allowed him to follow specific instructions that would lead him to treasures. He did realize eventually, these logs would become outdated, and he would have to find things on his own, making things much harder.
He already missed his smuggling vessel, which also functioned well as his home. He longed to lay eyes on his only friend, Bzzt a small mouse droid. He could just imagine the droid buzzing around the ship, tending to things, sitting idly, alone.
He would not disappoint his friend for long
The instructions on this particular mission told him to stow aboard a cargo freighter for a quick, low-profile job. The target, a Krayt Dragon pearl on going up for private auction to all sorts of buyers, being sold by some famous hunter that Frogu could care less about.
The rumble of the landing jets activating startled the little frog creature, who quickly donned his Jawa robe, and hooked his lightsaber to his belt, located under the robe.
"This is uncomfortable"
thought Frogu as he banded the hard cartilage of his ears to the back of his neck to avoid suspicion from locals. Frogu then hiked his travel sack onto his back, and slipped past the cargo workers when the doors opened.
Frogu looked at his datapad to track down his target, when he arrived, he was lucky to find the pearl in the back room behind the auction room being packaged by two droids for its buyer. Frogu took out his lightsaber and quickly dispatched the both of them. He stuffed the pearl into his travel sack after taking a few moments to examine its beauty.
"This will make a delightful addition to my collect-"
Frogu's thoughts were cut short by 3 men unloading their repeating blaster rifles in his direction. The small creature made no error in his escape, cutting the nearest window open with his lightsaber, and jumping out onto the street 15 feet below.
Blaster bolts still cascaded into an open street, a dull move on the auctioneer security detail's part, because they were soon attacked by a passing police patrol, sending the entire street into a frenzy.
His little green heart racing, Frogu made it to the nearest cantina, slightly out of earshot of the escalating firefight in the distance. Frogu belted his lightsaber quick, and ran into the cantina frantically. His next move, a ride out
((OOC: Ill wait for u guys to start talking then ill interfere))
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Sept 28, 2008 11:56:19 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Sept 28, 2008 11:56:19 GMT -5
Daryn caught the look the woman glanced his way, with the quirk of the eyebrow and all. Testosterone got in the way of good, common sense and the obvious fact that she was amused by him and not, in fact, interested in him. The logic was there, but it hadn't a chance against the bars of the smuggler's own personal delusions.
It had been a long and boring ride through hyperspace. The trip had managed to dull his immediate sensory perceptions of the events that had helped propel him to hastily choose to enter Mando space. The fact that he was here should have made for a clear reminder; no one came to Mando space on a whim. Unfortunately for Daryn, he'd always tended to rely more on luck than common sense and, therefore, he'd brushed aside the desperations for coming here.
He was knocked out of that reverie when the tender slapped down a mug of that sweet, dark brown liquor. More credits were exchanged, but there wasn't much the man could give him for job opportunities. Most of them called for affiliations with the Mandalorians, something that he most definitely did not have.
Shrugging, Daryn let the man be on his way and picked up his drink. He took a quaff and swallowed a mouthful of the sweet drink. The alcoholic kick reared its head a moment later and put him into a racking coughing fit. That earned him a look from the bartender...but Daryn waved the man off, finally managing to choke out, "Good stuff!"
The tender overlooked the strain in the smuggler's voice.
Once Daryn had composed himself, he looked back over to the woman, remembering what he thought had been a very come-hither look. Pretty girl, but she still had that edge that Mandos seemed to have. Maybe she could help him find some employment. If not perhaps some other mutually beneficial arrangement could be made.
He sauntered over to her table, gesturing with the hand that still held his ale. "This seat taken?" Of course, he was already sliding into it before she had a chance to answer. Setting the Black Ale down, he wrapped his hands around it and leaned forward, looking into her eyes and flashing that roguish grin. "You look like you know a thing or two about this sector, Beautiful. Something tells me that we can help each other out. Name's Destrell, Daryn Destrell."
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Sept 28, 2008 15:05:43 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 28, 2008 15:05:43 GMT -5
That's when it happened. Italia had been minding her own business, when suddenly she was no longer alone. The flashy holovid wannabe had appeared beside her, asking if the other seat was taken, and before she could answer, he was in it. Cursing her luck slightly, she sighed and set her datapad down, watching him from green eyes. "You look like you know a thing or two about this sector, Beautiful. Something tells me that we can help each other out. Name's Destrell, Daryn Destrell." Beautiful? BEAUTIFUL?! The mando pride in her bristled slightly. He was certainly not mando'ade, and he was making a pass at her? The woman in her was slightly flattered, but the mando upbringing cringed in disgust. Despite her better judgment, however, she decided to go along with it and see what she could find out about the man.
Don't call me that. The others in here won't like it if they hear you...just a word to the wise. The name's Italia anyway.
The woman fell silent for a moment, studying Daryn out of clever eyes...much like her father's. Running a hand through her hair habitually, she tilted her head to the side slightly.
What's a....flashy...guy like yourself doing here in mando territory?
She asked curiously, blinking slightly, her eyes never really leaving him as she watched his every movement. He obviously wasn't the smartest bulb in the bunch, and he stuck out like a sore thumb, so by these observations she had to guess that he was from a more 'civilized' planet, like Coruscant, where you didn't have to be intelligent to make a living.
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Sept 29, 2008 13:46:20 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Sept 29, 2008 13:46:20 GMT -5
"Well, I'm afraid that I don't give a gizka's behind what the others might think, so long as you aren't offended, little one. If someone thinks I'm all flash, I'll show them flash. They can wake up later and think about their mistake when the stun blast wears off." He grinned, one big, brimming cup of confidence showing through in that lop-sided, mischievous expression. "Enchanting name though...elegant with an edge, rather fitting."
He held that gaze of hers with eyes only a few shades darker than her own. His head canted slightly as well, mimicking hers as he leaned forward a bit, his expression changing into one a bit more secretive, his tone conspiratorial. "Truth be told...I was working for a rather lazy Hutt that wanted a live bounty. I say lazy because he didn't take proper precautions in handling the mark once I'd brought him in and wound up getting himself shanked with a vibroblade."
Sighing like a martyr, Daryn leaned back in his seat once more, running fingers through that carefully unruly shock of hair, shrugging slightly. "You know how Hutts are...always think things are someone else's fault. I figured it was as good a time as any to see some more of the grand universe. I picked up a tip that those with the right kind of nerve might find some lucrative business out here...so I figured I'd check it out. Cargo runs, live capture...I'm pretty versatile."
His smile widened again and he came to rest on his elbows once more, knitting his fingers together and resting his chin upon them. "So...you seem like you know this place well enough...and I've got a couple sabacc cards up my sleeve, I think we could could be real good for each other. You interested in working out a mutually beneficial relationship, Italia?"
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Sept 29, 2008 15:49:50 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 29, 2008 15:49:50 GMT -5
She squinted at his fist comment and shook her head. That was a sure way to get killed here in mando territory.
Alright, but that's a sure fire way of getting yourself killed around here.
She said with a shrug, really caring very little about if he died or not. She had warned him, now it was on his head.
Just remember you're on a planet full of mandos who are willing to kick your arse if you step too far out of line pretty boy.
Italia added, ignoring his second comment about her name. As he told his story about the hutt, she made a slight huffing sound and shook her head. What did this guy want? A pity party? Boo-hoo, so a hutt wanted him dead? What bounty hunter DIDN'T have a Hutt after their head at one point of another? At on point she'd had two after her...but that was before they....mysteriously vanished....only to reappear in a Republic jail cell....much to the republic, and the Hutt's, surprise.
Well I can't say I blame the slimy git. It WAS part of your job to check the goon you caught...though I can't say that I feel bad about it happening either.
The red haired woman stated with a slight shrug of her armored shoulders.
So, lemme get this straight then. You're on the run from an angry hutt and you need work. Just what do you do beside bounties?
She asked, narrowing her eyes slightly. Perhaps she'd just found herself a pilot without even trying.
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Sept 29, 2008 16:39:28 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Sept 29, 2008 16:39:28 GMT -5
Her comment only caused him to grin a bit more. "Ah, but I heard that you Mando's respect courage in the face danger and adversity. Supposed to make you appreciate them more." That Chershire grin widened even more. "So..is it working?"
At her accusation he held up his hands, looking offended and affecting a rather humorous expression of hurt. "You wound me deep, dear Italia. Everyone misses something now and again and I'm sorry if I hadn't thought the man would be desperate enough to hide a blade down there. I mean, seriously!" He'd widened his eyes and made quite the show out of pointing down when he'd spoke. Shrugging then, he slouched back into his chair and took another swig of the ale, wetting his mouth before speaking again. "Like I said, cargo shipments...honest or otherwise. Live bounties...a little mercenary work, dependin gon th job. I'm flexible...I can work with whatever the situation."
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Sept 30, 2008 13:12:30 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 30, 2008 13:12:30 GMT -5
She chuckled slightly and shook her head. How had she guessed that he'd say something like this. Tapping a finger idly on the table, she gazed at him casually.
There's a fine line between courage and stupidity. You're treading that line, so I'm not sure what to think of you yet.
She replied honestly. Italia wondered if it was a good idea to warm up to this man, but she supposed that it couldn't hurt much if she let her annoyance go for a bit.
Hm....well that was a pretty stupid place to hide something like that, but just so you know, if you fail to check anyone like that while bringing them on my ship, you're going to be in hot water with quite a few mandos, no matter how 'courageous' you think you are.
She stated, implying that she might have a job for him. She'd wait now, and see if he noticed.
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Sept 30, 2008 13:45:18 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Sept 30, 2008 13:45:18 GMT -5
"We didn't learn to travel the stars by being afraid of making stupid mistakes." Very deep from the shallow end of the personality pool. Making a face however, he leaned back once again. "And look, you want to make sure they don't have any weapons hidden up in there, YOU check that spot. My fingers aren't going anywhere near there, savvy?" Smirking, he puthis hands behind his head, but stiffened slightly as he caught the rest of her words. Leaning forward slowly, his brows furrowed together. He'd heard and read between the lines, that's for sure, but he seemed perplexed by something. "Your ship? Look, darlin', maybe your sterling personality and dazzling smile's addled me and made me speak poorly...but I'm not some destitute spacer. I have my own ship, darlin'." He seemed very perplexed by the idea of being on someone else's ship.
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Sept 30, 2008 14:11:44 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Sept 30, 2008 14:11:44 GMT -5
She shrugged slightly, moving to tuck one leg under the other before settling in her seat again. He had a point with the first statement, and she had been just about to tell him so, when he promptly stuck his foot in his mouth again. Oh well, so much for there being brains in that body. Shaking it off, she nodded in reply to his question.
Yeah. My ship. Look. I understand you have your own ship, but I need a co-pilot, and you need work, don't you?
She asked, quirking a slight smile.
Though if you don't need to...
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Oct 1, 2008 15:02:04 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Oct 1, 2008 15:02:04 GMT -5
The color blanched from his face. "Look, yes, I need work, but this is my ship we are talking about. My ship. It's top of the line, almost impossible to catch on radar unless you're right on top of her...and if you need a mark restrained? Look, Beautiful, I have the most sophisticated prisoner restraint system I could fit into it. Tricked out sublight and hyperdrive...and my quarters has a really big, really soft bed..." Having leaned forward once more, he'd said the last bit softly, almost conspiratorially to her, finishing it with a wink.
"Got any problems with being someone else's copilot?" He queried with a grin.
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Oct 2, 2008 2:26:32 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 2, 2008 2:26:32 GMT -5
Actually, she did.
Sorry 'stud' but I do. Your ship isn't cleared to land on Mandalore, mine is. Your ship might get shot down if it comes to war between the Republic and the mando'ade, mine won't be.
Italia added, a smirk on her features. Her green eyes wandered around the cantina slightly as she took in the sights of new arrivals. Blinking, she shook her head slightly and furrowed her brows. No...it couldn't be him. Not here. Last she knew, he'd been in the hospital for an unknown amount of time. Shaking her head again, she returned attention back to the man sitting across from her.
Fine, I'll make a deal with you then...I'll pay for your ship to be docked somewhere safe so nothing happens to 'er if you fly co-pilot for a merc. mission I might be getting. That's my final offer aside from wages.
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Oct 2, 2008 22:26:22 GMT -5
Post by shawn on Oct 2, 2008 22:26:22 GMT -5
Unseen for many a month Owen had been traveling the galaxy collecting money, contract payments, and finding new employers. The last time anyone had heard from him really though, well heard of his name, was during a time long ago in a medical room after he saved the field marshals life with this lovely female Mando. It was in that fight that he had fell for this female and since then, since the last time in his recovery room he hadn't heard from her. Even with the link he had been given by her never had he been able to contact her.
Now finding himself on the planet Dxun for a call made wide he just found himself in a cantina. Once again drinking down a glass of some old hard time brandy from Naboo, his mind always going back to that place and that female he never saw again. With his body facing the door Owen just sipped lightly at the glass but as a female with a male entered he began to examine them.
It wasn't until this female was scanning the room that Owen saw her face, his eyes lightening up slightly having not seen those beautiful eyes since his medical room. Watching as she looked back to her mate after giving him a weird look he just downed his brandy before standing. With his blaster barely scraping his his brown pants, his shirt loosely tucked into his pants and his pilots jacket over the shirt he smirked.
Beginning to trek over towards these two he slowly spoke out with a hard tone trying to hold back excitement but it was showing through some with his brown hues. "Excuse me? I believe you owe me for never coming back to my room miss?" Owen spoke directly to Italia now ignoring her mate as he gave her a playful glare though with a chuckle breaking through as he arched a brow at her giving a grin.
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Oct 2, 2008 22:50:43 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 2, 2008 22:50:43 GMT -5
That voice...she knew that voice. Owen. A flicker of disbelief crossed her face as her green eyes widened slightly. Regaining her cool composure, she turned to face him and raised an eyebrow. Sure enough, there he stood looking just the way she remembered him...well, minus all the medical equipment he had been attached to when she had left.
I'm sorry, I don't think I owe you anything. I do believe I told you you weren't likely to see me there again.
She replied, with the ghost of a smile on her face as she looked at him. With a calm motion, she offered a seat beside her, watching his every movement. This was the first time she'd actually been able to study the man in broad daylight without something else taking priority in her mind.
So Owen, when did they let you out of that cell of yours?
She asked, a smirk forming on her lips as she reminded him of their conversation in the hospital room. Leaning back a bit, she felt herself relax slightly....something that was certainly odd for her, especially in such a public place. Though she remained observant, she couldn't help but feel a bit more secure with this man around....but why? Chiding herself mentally, she forced her body to tense once more, ready to spring into action if needed. The fact that Owen caused her to relax in such a way was frightening to her.
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Oct 3, 2008 14:32:10 GMT -5
Post by shawn on Oct 3, 2008 14:32:10 GMT -5
Owen couldn't do more than give a nice hearty chuckle as he allowed himself to take the offered seat slowly. Leaning back into it to get more relaxed he took note of her relaxing but then tensing again to him, same as back at the medical center so many months before. Smirking slightly he slowly parted his lips to speak in the husky tone he once had with her on Naboo the night of the shooting. "Well let me see here...if I remember right I was let out 2 weeks after you disappeared from my bed side and actually I had to escape because right after your left, 3 days maybe, they really did transfer me to a cell, so I had to escape without any help thanks." His tone was a bit hard from that still, though in reality it was their own made story since they had actually did a bit of traveling together after the medical center.
Moving a hand to his neck he allowed it to push his chin, a small pop being heard from the back of his neck as he did so. Shaking his head afterwards he allowed for his husky but overjoyed voice to be heard once more by her ears and her companions ears. "So why the hell are you on this planet? I mean shit I was here collecting contract fees but never expected to see you on a place like this...new assignment or something?" Letting his brown hues gaze over her form, still fine as before, they then slipped over to her friend who Owen surveyed carefully, letting himself make a mental note of this pilot.
"Please tell me though your not still shopping for people to ride on that bucket of bolts? When are you going to start flying a single-manned fighter with me so we can work side-by-side actually without me being a bloody wing escort?" Owen turned his hues back onto Italia giving a smirk cause the last time he had rode with her was when she was getting him to his ship after she left him on that medical platform alone, and without a bloody ride.
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Oct 6, 2008 14:03:01 GMT -5
Post by Vex on Oct 6, 2008 14:03:01 GMT -5
Daryn looked like he'd swallowed something bad with his ale...but he did need a job. True, he'd been skimming credits from his father's accounts on the down low, but he really didn't want to draw from them any more than he absolutely had to. More he did, the more likely that account wasn't going to be ther when he really needed it. Besides, he was skimming half-credits and the like from account transactions, things most people never figured on or calculated...it wasn't like the money was coming in swiftly.
He leaned back, finally nodding his head. "Fine...you front the berthing and we can deal...but my ship doesn't stay in just any old hole where scavengers can try and pick parts from her. Savvy?"
Of course, that was about the time the other man made his appearance and began to speak with her. Seems like the two knew each other. Old boyfriend, maybe? He knew that whole "stand-offish" thing was just an act. He actually smirked at the banter between them both, leaning back to watch them bandy words. When the man called her ship a "bucket of bolts", Daryn made a not so subtle sound and pointed at him like, see what I mean? "Tried to tell her, mate. I have a perfectly pristine ship, best in the sector, but she wants to use hers. Maybe you can talk some sense into your girlfriend?"
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Oct 6, 2008 14:14:34 GMT -5
Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Oct 6, 2008 14:14:34 GMT -5
Oh God....now there were TWO of them going on about her ship?! Hmph. Well then, they could just kiss her a-nyway....Huffing slightly the mando folded her arms and glared at the two men.
Enough from both of you. Owen, you know better. That 'bucket of bolts' saved your butt more than once. And you...
She stated, shoving an accusing finger in the drection of Daryn.
...have no room to talk. You've not even seen her thank you very much. Not only that, but it's my ship that has the clearance for the job. Not yours. Unless you feel like getting your precious ship blown to bits by docking guards?
She stated, sitting back and raising one eyebrow. Italia knew she had made a good point with that last bit, and so they didn't have much room to argue with her.
Fine....hows this for you two nuts for brains....We use my ship this time around, and I use yours next?....if there is a next anyway....
She said, trying to be reasonable. Odds of getting a job done increased the more people you had on your team, she knew this, so this could be a good deal for the three of them.
By the way, Owen....your little fighter nearly got me killed last time....this time, however....we might need her.
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