A Meeting of Men

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

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Lysle checked his Nas-Tech Wrist Mounted Datapad. Local time dictated it was only 10:07pm, but it felt far later than that. Neon lights strafed across the night sky, blurring the vision of those that dare look into their powerful radiance. In a small restaurant above the streets of a suburb known as Little Coruscant, was where he sat. He knew that out the back was a warehouse with a wide swath of room for shipments. Sometimes it was also host to illegal shockboxing matches, a favourite on the world of Antecedent. The citizens here had never seen its like before. Lysle was waiting on a contact from a private military firm. Gentle music nursed and soothed his senses as he waited.

[member=Ice] [member="Cross Ikon"] [member="RC 212"]

 

[Cross Ikon]

So this was Antecedent, eh? Pretty nice, as cities go. But I would've enjoyed it more if my actual reason for being here hadn't been to meet with the second in command of the Red Ravens. In the back of a warehouse, at that. No way it could be a trap, or anything. I sighed, and drank some whiskey from the bottle I always kept with me. I could see Lysle right through the window of the restaurant, but he most likely couldn't recognize me. By dint of hiding my rather eye-catching hair and jacket under an easily removable flight suit, I'd made it far harder to identify me.


This would either be a very interesting discussion, or an almost obscenely fun shootout. Which one? Who could tell this early on?

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member='Ice'] [member='RC 212']

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Cross Ikon"]

RC was at the party too right behind cross. The Nova-Valhalla Federation had been looking for jobs for quite some time now and when the Ravens had contacted the guilds it was almost no time at all before the Guildmasters had mobilized.

"Keep it civil brother." RC remarked dryly walking into the bar and to his seat. He nodded to Lysle and removed his helmet. The grizzled face of a Fett clone greeted him with a smile.

"Good afternoon Mr. Lysle. I understand you contacted us with a couple jobs in mind. I'm RC 212, head of the Mercenary’s Guild."

RC pointed to Cross, motioning for him to come sit down.

"This is Cross Ikon, whom I'm sure you know all too well from what he tells me. He's our Corsair Brotherhood Admiral, and thirdly but not last we have [member="Ice"], Ordermaster of the Technocrats, but he is away on Order business and will join us when he can."

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Lysle looked up from his table when they joined him, and welcomed them. A waiter came around to deliver a cold, frothy beverage to Lysle, and not the alcoholic kind either. A mixture of sweets and butchered ice-cream into a paste. A plate was next with an assortment of breakfast-esque delicacies. With a large waffle splattered across the plate with an assortment of pancakes. He often ate healthy, and tonight was one of the nights he didn't. It was a cheat night as the shockboxers call it. Of which, Lysle was a former brother.

"Ah, welcome, welcome," when Ikon was introduced, he said, "Ah, I thought I saw some odd looking man staring at me from the street. Though I don't know what the get-up is about." He waved them into a seat, "Order what you want, I'll pay." Lysle gave a lingering look on Ikon before looking to RC, "I'm looking to make a long-term contract with a private military firm."

@RC 212 [member="Cross Ikon"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Cross Ikon"]

RC nodded not ordering anything as his instincts already were screaming at him to put his helmet back on. Years of solid warfare with the Deathwatch and then the Fringe combined with piracy had made him and ultra cautious man. He was sure he even had arrest warrants still out from when he had attacked OP at Fondor. Twice actually.

"I can speak for my Guild, the Mercenary's I'm sure would welcome jobs and many of them if the pay was right."

RC paused and then continued, speaking carefully.

"I cant speak for Cross or Ice however as they are the heads of their Respective Guilds, you'd have to arrange with them individually. I think you and this one may have unfinished business though."

RC jerked his thumb at Cross.

"What you think Cross? You got any demands?"

 

[Cross Ikon]

I groaned inaudibly, as I heard Arcee say something about me organizing a job. But I grinned at the thought I suddenly had. If I was forced to work with these guys, I would make sure I had the last laugh. I looked up, taking most of the stupid flight suit off, so that my normal jacket wasn't digging into my side anymore.

"Lysle, I will do a job for you under three conditions. Not counted among them is the very alcoholic drink you're about to buy me. One of them is obvious: Get Siggy to stop attacking my people. The other two will become clear, if not overtly logical, as this night progresses."

[member='RC 212'] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"I would love to have your mercenaries work as a private firm for the Ravens during our future operations. There is much rewards to be reaped during a contract term with us. You would of course be paid the base rate for soldiers in the military. Each mercenary will receive 1,950 per fortnight while contracted, with officers receiving double, and commanders triple. The longer you stay, the more credits you pull in." Lysle had delved into the process of payment when Ikon began to speak. He looked at him, surprised he didn't add in a very important demand. No surprise from an alcoholic, and right on cue, he mentioned alcohol. Lysle intervened before he could finish his conversation, "This is a respected establishment, and more-so a restaurant. If you want booze, go find a cantina." Lysle may be a respective figure in the criminal underworld, but one thing was for sure; he hated addicts. Sure, Lysle loved to drink, but he wasn't dependent on it like Colap or Ikon. It was a disability more-so than anything. The amount of times he'd arrive for a bounty to find his target was drinking their pants off, it made the job all the easier at least. Too incoherently numbed to defend themselves. "Let me not mention, we haven't attacked your people since you vanished on Ryloth - which gets me to wondering how you escaped. My memory is foggy there." Lysle watched him for a moment before continuing, "It was a one-off moment in time. It was a necessity, irregardless. Business is business, nothing personal. Surely a mercenary would understand that better than anyone. But I should mention, I'm not a fan of someone pulling me around. Make your two other demands now, or I won't concede." Lysle quickly glanced to RC with a sympathetic smile of apology before turning his gaze back to Ikon.

[member="Cross Ikon"] @RC 212

 

[Ice]

Ice had finally made it to the meeting location. He grumbled in annoyance at being late. Normally he was extremely punctual. As he made his way toward the booth the front receptionist had directed him too, he caught a glimpse of his associates. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he noticed Cross and Lysle engaged in deeper conversation. "Well if I had to be late, at least I missed most of the awkwardness that was sure to come with both of them in the same room together." Ice mumbled to himself under his breath.

Approaching the table, he gave a small but respectful bow to his host, and a quick nod to his partners. "Good evening gentlemen. My apologies for being late. I had a project that demanded more of my time than I expected." He pulled out a chair, sitting next to RC. Leaning over to RC, he asked in a hushed voice so Cross and Lysle could continue. "So what I miss?"

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] | [member="Cross Ikon"] | @RC 212