Edited by Cim Salro, 15 May 2018 - 06:58 PM.
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Edited by Cim Salro, 15 May 2018 - 06:58 PM.
Edited by Petra Cavataio, 16 May 2018 - 05:50 AM.
Insurance fraud was such a loaded term, Captain Kingsley much preferred to think of himself as simply laying low for a while in the Outer Rim.
The Hiitian freighter captain owed outstanding debts from Coruscant to the Tingel Arm, and at the time Geonosis had sounded like a pleasant change of scenery. Now that he was here in this smuggler's den, loading supplies and low on booze, he was beginning to regret it. The comforts of his freighter the Greater Fool called to him nearby, but the contacts who had hooked him up with this gig had promised a big payout. A faint hope that his take would come anywhere close to covering what it would cost to remove the death mark on his head kept him from bailing on this whole enterprise.
Feathered limbs flailed wildly into action the moment he caught sight of Petra Cavataio and her entourage's unexpected arrival at the cave's mouth, scooping up the smuggler's scattergun from its position leaning against a crate of thermal detonators. Standing at two meters fully extended, the weapon looked small in his talons, but it was no less deadly. Entirely unprompted, he waved it menacingly at these newcomers.
"Rrrrawk, want I should smoke em boss man?" he cried out in alarm, glancing uncertainly between Nydo and Cim Salro, "Boss lady?"
Edited by Kingsley, 16 May 2018 - 12:04 PM.
Smugglers. That was what was up. Scherezade had, in her handful of months being both a non-pebble and a weird version of an adult, done a lot of things. Some of them turned out amazingly well, others not so much. But she had always operated alone, often forgoing even the aide of the precious few people who didn't seem to outright hate her. And now... She needed to expand. She needed more people to set more plans in motion, and for that, she was going to have to learn how this whole diplomatic bullcrap worked, and naturally, she was going to be her own test subject, as always.
She wasn't exactly one of them. No. That part had been made clear off the bat, probably on both sides. But she was going to work with them, and they were going to work with her, and if neither of them screwed things up, it was going to be bloody awesome. The moment she'd gotten in contact with Black Bha'lir, it felt like her mind had exploded with ideas of what she could now do.
And so she had come here, looking as sweetly innocent as she usually did. Combat boots, jeans, pink t shirt. Of course, beneath the shirt hid a dozen Czerka knives, and on her hip was a pistol that carried her own invention - Glitter Bullets. Deadly. Still, her face betrayed nothing of the weapon of chaos and destruction that the young Sithling was. More than once she had been mistaken for a mere child on the cusp of womanhood, and for now, she seemed to enjoy confusing people that way.
She'd made it to the planet on her own, using the Giggledust, a ship taken from her junkie aunt, and she entered the cave after Petra Cavataio had spoken. The one named Nydo had just run by her, causing her to blink as she looked at the people already there and waved.
Signature made by Bambi
Jorge was just finishing a deal on Commenor when he got the invitation from the Black Bha'lir. He immediately had his co-pilot prep the ship and chart a course. Jorge didn't leave right away though, instead he went to the local cantina to spend his money on booze and to arrange more trade deals for the future. It wasn't until after his seventh drink, that his little co-pilot came rolling in the cantina and interrupted his fun. The meeting with the Black Bha'lir was coming up soon, and he was sure to be late in his condition. [When it came to alcohol Jorge wasn't a heavyweight.] After ignoring his droid for some time, Jorge reluctantly remembered that the payout was supposedly going to be big and that thought motivated him to get up and stumble back to his ship.
When Jorge got aboard, Segway had the engine already prepped, and Jorge was making his way to the cockpit when the purr of the engine made him drowsy and he redirected himself towards his quarters to pass out on his bed. Jorge's droid Segway took initiative and started piloting the ship by himself. The Dusty Sparrow took off from the Commenor spaceport and flew off towards the Outer Rim. For the majority of the flight Jorge slept, right as they were coming into the gravitational pull of the planet he had made his way to the cockpit and sat down relieving Segway of command. All the way down to the surface Segway wouldn't stop talking about how Jorge is irresponsible and how he shouldn't be the captain of the Sparrow, The droid even named himself as a possible replacement for Jorge, which Jorge responded to with "Alright trashcan, You can be captain when I'm dead." and with that Jorge got up from his chair and left the ship.
Jorge made his way up to the cave where he was supposed to meet the Black Bha'lir. Jorge walked into the cave and looked around at the gathering of "scoundrels" that were within. "Hi everybody.. I'm Jorge and I'm sorry I'm late." He smiled at the group and sat down on a supply crate that was there, he looked around to try to put names to faces, but he didn't seem to know anyone there.
Edited by Jorge, 19 May 2018 - 10:47 AM.
- Jorge-y [Discord @ hbomb656#8326]
In a simple, inconspicuous cantina in the newly established capital of the CIS. Sitting at a table away from the entrance sat Cyran, alone. Leaning back in his seat with his instrument laid out on him as he tuned the strings on it. On the table were some credits. As he sat alone what seemed like a stranger approached. She dropped a note on the table and picked up the credits as the passed. They were no stranger however, in fact they were an informant he hired. Putting his stringed instrument down he checked the note, and read it. It spoke of a meeting here on the planet of Geonosis, set in a cave. Perhaps they cleared out any local Geonosians. Perhaps he'll drop by.
Landing his vessel fairly far away he didn't want to raise any alarms. To keep himself entertained on the walk to the cave he got his Mandoviol and began to play a simple tune to himself. A, F, G, E, F, D, E... would be the couple of notes he started out with before he began to really practice. To Cyran, music was the the universal language. One that anyone can understand and enjoy, and was he really wrong?
All he really knew was that this was a little get together to possibly bring back an old smuggler community. Or, at least that's what he thought. Some kind of organization called the Black Bha'lir.
Walking to the cave the Duros could feel glad that the Geonosians weren't how they used to be, being so territorial. Able to enjoy the vast and barren environment that the planet provided. Getting into the cave he continued his little song. Eventually he would come across other individuals all hanging out in there. A,F,G,E,F,D,E... he repeated as he approached them. Perhaps it was a little odd seeing a stranger walk up to you playing a little tune like he did. "And to think I was gonna miss something like this." He said as he introduced himself.
Edited by Cyran Vaas, 16 May 2018 - 09:37 PM.
GEONOSISThe speeder flew by, the scenery of Geonosis less then enthralling. William calmly watched from the passenger seat while his pet drove. In the backseat the mongrel, Doggo, rested in sleep. Upon a casual view the two could be seen as merely a couple out for a wandering tour of the planet. But the fact couldn't be further from the truth. The witch behind the wheel was no simple woman, for she had an intellect that nearly rivalled his own. Yet his deviant machinations gave him the edge in their continual sparring. Armed with power obtained and a hunger for what she didn't have made her quite the force.
'Sig by Bambi'
((sorry for the mess))
Petra being all civil with greetings got a rude reaction from a bird. Her boys had it cover by simply stepping in front while she made herself comfortable. She was fine if shots were fired. That is why they were brought. All her little thralls existed to die for her. Of course, she did not mind the idea of getting the birdie subdued to take home and watch a good show of her rancors eating the person. A smile grew across her face because of the idea and others appearing.
The chair that her rear rested on was adjusted to allow her maximized comfort. Reclining was real; however, she was not going to partake the drinks and spice. Her past was filled with ways of numbing everything she had done which sent her away from the galaxy for almost ten years. The trash made her awakening even more difficult to snap from it. The act was almost what killed her which a part of her wanted.
Since the birdie was called off, her men were summoned back to stand like statues next to her. Petra wanting to be polite to the hostess with the mostess now. She looked over and answered, “From the boys, it sounds like, besides today, I can offer help on different levels in the future, sweetie.”
Cim Salro, Scherezade deWinter, William the Bloody, Kingsley, Jorge, Cyran Vaas
The Hiitian waved his scatterblaster back and forth frantically between each of the newest arrivals, only faltering when Cim Salro ordered him to stand down. A brief glance in his direction had made it clear to Kingsley that she was unconcerned by this latest development, so reluctantly he lowered the lethal close range weapon and fumbled around in his pockets. Surreptitiously unhooking a clasp that secured his molecular stiletto, he disguised the motion by withdrawing his flask from its loop hanging from his hip. If Cim was the trusting type, that was her business. Jorge and Cyran Vaas seemed like your average mercs, but something about the way Petra Cavataio seemed to feign a sense of harmlessness unnerved him.
"To new friends!" he announced to no one in particular, downing the rest of the flask's contents in one deeply unsatisfying gulp. Kingsley was fairly certain he still had a bottle left on the Fool, but at his rate of consumption he would be cutting it dangerously close to sobriety if he didn't scavenge enough credits for some decent quality liquor and soon.
Thoroughly disinterested in business conversations where he wasn't the one making some kind of profit, the freighter captain decided that this was as good a time as any for a union mandated fifteen. Glancing around the rest of their hideout, the avian noticed that he wasn't the only member of their crew which had taken some interest in all the commotion at the mouth of the cave. Scherezade deWinter was waving, to who exactly he wasn't sure but he wasn't about to let a little thing like that stop him.
Hacking liquid phlegm into his talons, he ran the murky fluid through his scalp feathers to ensure that he was properly groomed, before sauntering over to the young girl in a kind of stumbling strut. She seemed like she might be kind of young for him, but to be honest with himself Kingsley couldn't really tell with humans. All these hairless monkeys looked pretty much the same to him.
"Hey there," swaying more than a little before leaning against some cave decor as much for support as anything, he winked at the young girl and puffed his chest out in a way that would be considered erotic among his own kind, "Come here often?"
Edited by Kingsley, 17 May 2018 - 09:14 AM.
There was a Hiitian in the cave? Scherezade blinked, openly staring at Kingsley for a few moments. She recognized the species, but knew precious little anything about it. When he got the phlegm into his talons and it through his feathers, she blinked. It sort of mimicked what humans did when... Oh. She uttered a silent prayer to the Force that it was just a visual similarity and not more than that. He walked over and greeted her, and then puffed his chest out. Scherezade noted that his chest was bigger than hers. "First time," she answered with a hint of a smile. She really really wasn't flirting. She was trying to be nice, but she had no clue how small talk worked.
When Cim Salro began to speak though, all her attention turned from the big bird to the woman, listening to all she said.
"Hold on," she raised a hand when the woman asked if there were any questions. This was... Fast. She hadn't come here to join and be part of them. All the Black Bah'lir rules were really not up the Sithling's ally, though she had no intention of keeping others from adhering to them. "I'm not here to join you. I'm here to work with you."
There was more to add. Like how if the break in went as expected, she had more work for them. The young Sithling had been working for the past few weeks without pause on plans to ruin several planets under the dominion of major groups that she didn't particularly like. But that... Was for later.
Signature made by Bambi
Jorge had already learnt of the Black Bha'lir codes from what his droid told him. Jorge agreed with the codes and they were the usual morales he lived by.
Jorge had one problem though, he pulled out his A180 and looked it over. He knew it didn't have any type of safety or a stun feature like Cim Salro implied, but he was making a point. He didn't raise his hand but he spoke out quickly when she was finishing up her statement. "I believe i speak for most of everyone here when I say that I would only use my gun when I mean to kill." He held up his gun for them to see. "This model doesn't have a stun feature so I'm just letting you know that now." He smiled at her because he was all about being reasonable and he wanted her to know that.
"Oh and I agree with the others on just working with you, I would like to get paid for each job if so."
Jorge got up, and he wanted to know the next stage of the plan. "So where to next boss?"
Edited by Jorge, 20 May 2018 - 03:47 PM.
- Jorge-y [Discord @ hbomb656#8326]
Cyran simply listened to the others in the cave. After they all finished he played a little tune. C,D,E,D,E,F,G... "I got now questions are my front." He said with that typical Duros raspy voice. "But unlike some of our compadres here I'd could see myself joining this little organization." What was the point of working for them if you weren't going to join? He questioned in his head. Actually he could think of several reason why not, but that was besides the point.
"I'd imagine that with a supernaturally gifted individual like yourself." He said, referring to Petra Cavataio. "Something like this would be quite easy. But I shouldn't jinx it should I?" Cyran said with a bit of a chuckle. Little did he know more then just her were gifted with the Force. Even he was and he didn't even know it, yet he could feel it, kinda.
Edited by Cim Salro, 20 May 2018 - 06:35 AM.
Unfortunately, or perhaps thankfully depending on your perspective, Cim Salro interrupted the Hiitian's little tryst. He was hardly paying attention when she ran through the details of the job she had gathered them all here for one last time. It took him several seconds after the others expressed their incredulity at the Bha'lir's ground rules to notice there was tension in the room, for his own part Kingsley scooped up his scattergun still leaning nearby and pumped the handgrip back and forth to chamber a new lethal cartridge.
"No killing, rrraawk you got it!" he lied, beaming the entire time as if he were some kind of teacher's pet. Work for, work with, it was all the same to him really. He had been beholden to Cei Kyros for years before he wound up on Geonosis, and if aligning himself even temporarily with Salro could put some muscle between him and those who now wanted him dead, then he'd say whatever he had to.
It could always be worse, he reasoned. Cim had even gone so far as to include birdkind in her big speech. He returned her nod gratefully, happy that at least this organization wasn't racist. And yet he couldn't help but notice he was the only birdman here, wondering now if this gig was just token equal opportunity office politics after all. Glancing back and forth suspiciously between the rest of the assembled smugglers, the Captain remained vigilant for signs of bird haters among those who would be joining.
After several long minutes of rummaging around inside his freighter's hold for his last bottle of liquor, the Hiitian stowed it in his personal XP-38 Rough Rider and hopped into the driver's seat. Chugging along overland on repulsorlifts that were probably in need of inspection, Kingsley's landspeeder was not without its charm. Flames were painted along its sides, and Sullust leather seat cushions made for a truly comfortable ride. Pulling up right alongside Scherezade deWinter, he pounded on the speeder's horn.
"Hey baby, need a ride?" he asked her, flipping up his sunglasses and tilting his head down in a way that he hoped looked suave.
Edited by Kingsley, 20 May 2018 - 02:17 PM.
Jorge had checked his equipment and caught up with his employer to get a ride to the facility. Jorge had no personal transport besides his ship and even though there were other means provided, he still decided to ride with Cim. Jorge had an idea, he thought that if he got to know Cim maybe he would get paid more in the end.
"So, Ms. Salro.. how long have you been with the Black Bha'lir?" he asked, trying to start some small talk. "Oh, and I've only heard rumors about your group but how much do your members get paid? I would like to know how your system works." Jorge asked this second question because he was trying to determine if he wanted to fully join the group. If he joined them, he still wanted the freedom to do his own thing and run his own "operations." That was his only grievance with the organization so far.
Edited by Jorge, 22 May 2018 - 02:25 PM.
- Jorge-y [Discord @ hbomb656#8326]
Listening to how Petra Cavataio replied to him he simply smiled back. Not really knowing how much he may have pissed her off. Then he looked back as Cim spoke before everyone started on their paths to head out to the objective. looking back a Petra he spoke once more. "What do you say, we go together, I drive..."Sweetie"" Little did he know he was actually doing worse then playing with fire. Especially with that comment. Probably making his own death wish without even knowing it.
Following them out of the cave he watched as the pulled up the the girl, still on pursuit for her it seemed. Then watched as Jorge hopped in with Cim Salro to start nagging her about working for them. During all this he'd harness his instrument back on him and approach one of the various speeders. He wasn't sure if the "Supernatural" Lady was gonna join him or not, get into the speeder.