A New (And Hopefully Permanent) Job Offer [Drax Thorin]

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

Location: Crystal Eyes Cantina, Jygat, Mygeeto

The Chiss quietly padded into the cantina, wearing, as always, her armour. The armour had without a doubt seen better days, but it was all she had outside of her ship. Money was running tight, and that businesswoman she'd met several weeks ago hadn't been interested in a bodyguard.

As she slid into the bar stool that had quickly became "hers", the bartender looked up from the glass he was cleaning and grinned. "You're early today, Blue. What's the special occasion?"

"A job offer," she replied as the man put together her water. In the back of her mind, the Chiss made note of how sad it was, that she frequented this place so often the bartender knew her drink, her time, and even gave her a nickname (he couldn't pronounce her full name, and her core name sounded too strange coming from his mouth).

"Oh, a job offer, eh? That's good, innit?" He asked, handing her the water.

"Mhm. Thank you." Dryzl took a sip from the glass, wishing she hadn't had to sell her only nice suit. It would have made her chances greater in landing the job, but what could she do? The Chiss was damn near broke, her name faded to obscurity with Mr. Bane.

"I hope you get it, but it'll be lonely without your pretty little talkative self around here." The bartender winked merrily at her, earning a twitch of an eyebrow before continuing. "When are they coming?"

She took another sip, revelling in the cold. "Soon." I hope.

[member="Drax Thorin"]

 

[Juliet Varos]

Drax was not exactly a fan of Mygeeto. His current attire left much of his body exposed, and the cold was biting. But the officer simply shrugged off the slight obstacle to his comfort, and walked from the spaceport to the cantina he was supposed to meet this '[member="Erud'ryz'ladre"]' at.
He'd read up on her. Chiss, military background, earned high marks in the academy. Was briefly the bodyguard for the former president of the Red Ravens. That impressed him. So when he saw her holonet ad, he had gotten in contact with her to offer a job, so to speak.
Was it a job? Yes. But it was on the other side of the law, and he had to make sure she could take it.
He made it to the cantina, and walked in. He spotted the Chiss at the bar, and took a seat next to her.

"You must be Erud'ryz." He said simply. "I'm Drax, the one that asked about the ad."

 

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

[member="Drax Thorin"]

The Chiss woman glanced up at the man who sat down, her eyebrow slightly raised as she studied him. He was taller than her, and his body pointed to a man who maintained a rigorous exercise regime. But what truly caught her eye was the fact that he had, quite simply, a Mohawk -- and a red one, at that. It was a puzzling, why humans insisted on doing outrageous things with their hair...but she digressed. Her focus now was to get a job, not condescend a potential employer on his style of hair.

"Erud'ryz'ladre," the Chiss corrected, the Cheunh name rolling off her tongue. "But many nah Swerr simply call me Dryzl. It is easier for them to pronounce." Dryzl took a drink from her glass, her red eyes forward before flicking back to the human. "Nah ch'icaseiti. On to business. You were rather vague in what, exactly, you were interested in." First and foremost, the woman was a bodyguard. That was a given. But it was the type of bodyguarding which varied -- was she needed for a day? A week? A year? Was she to be a security officer? Was she to be with the client 24/7? Was she guarding against terrorists, dissidents, full-scale enemies? Being a bodyguard was more than being a simple meatbag, and Dryzl took pride in her ability to be able to discern what actions were needed, and when.

Suddenly, the Chiss turned to the bartender and gave him one of her stern, raised-eyebrow looks. He took the hint, raising his hands in mock surrender before moving towards a different patron, far enough away to ease any suspicions of eavesdropping. At least, that was what she hoped.

Nosy people now gone, Dryzl turned back to Drax, her red eyes steady as she awaited his response.