A New Gig [Black Sun]

[Keira Cerdulan]

Took off the leash, and it became a whole lot easier to find new work. And that is what Keira had decided to do, find herself a new gig. The Confederacy was nice enough, much better than flying with the Imps; didn’t have to worry about getting shot by some prissy captain who didn’t like being told he came out of a Bantha.

[SIZE=11pt]They didn’t pay well enough. And fighter aces weren’t worth the dirt under her boot in a legion of droid fighters, numbers always beat aces. That’s just how these sort of things worked. So when Black Sun decided to make themselves a known power in the Galaxy, a new opportunity, a new gig. Criminals needed Aces, people with [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]real [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]experience. Three whole careers Keira had under her belt at this point, even with her time under the Confederacy was short. Leaving wasn’t hard for a pilot, especially one with a knack of hijacking and rigging like her. She hijacked a ship on the border, found a pretty little thing with a hyperdrive that wouldn’t blow up. And she went back to the sweet freedom of the Galaxy, for a time at least.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Off to Hutt Space she went, Nar Shaddaa to be more specific: been a long time since she’d been to the Hutt’s “glorious jewel” and it’s chithole of a moon. But work was here, and Keira had a knack for finding work. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It took a couple days after landing on the planet to go hunting, going around sleazy cantinas and asking questions; get in a couple fights for asking too many. Rocking her half puffy lip, she had figured out the biggest holds of the Black Sun, talked to the right people, get herself a meeting. For whatever that was worth. All it took was finding some nice and sleazy undercity diner, all nice and empty. Perfect for some cheap booze, and a “job interview”. With boots kicked up on one of the tables, she simply waited. Crossing her fingers that this thing wasn’t going to be totally bust.[/SIZE]

 

[Zef Halo]

"Who?"​

"One Keira." Karl the Herglic, Rohak's first mate, replied.

"One Keira? You ordering a drink, Karl?" Rohak raised an eyebrow.

"Some ace, so she claims."

"Everyone and their mother's an ace on Shaddaa." Rohak said.

"Word is she been hanging out with the Red Nebula pirates way back." Karl shrugged.

"Some of these idiots actually survived that dumb raid on the Sith?"

"I guess."

Rohak shook his head. "This better not be another botler, Karl. I swear if you bring me another good for nothin' goon, I will whip you."

"But we're all good for nothin' goons, Cap'n."

"No. We're good for somethin' goons, Karlo. What that is exactly - I don't know."

Karl nodded but couldn't really be sure if he understood. The door slid open and the massive herglic went in first, he stepped to the side letting his captain go in the cantina. Rohak glanced up at his first mate and a fishy finger was pointed at a lone wolf of a lady sitting idle on one of the tables. The captain dragged a chair from another table ignoring the patrons complaints before setting it opposite of the woman with the backrest facing her, or well her raised feet on the table. He sat leaning crossed arms over the backrest and gazed at her for a long while expressionless. Karl's massive shadow lingered over him.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked her.

[member="Keira Cerdulan"]​

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

The little runt had a grin pop across her face as the Black Sun goons arrived, perfect. Things hadn't been a total waste of credits and time, and they hadn't pulled out a gun yet: and that was always a good sign. Firefights weren't exactly her foray still, even with some of her less than enjoyable work done prior. Her grin grew wider as her asked that ever lovely question of "who", now was time for that right proper show of bravado she put on.

"Keira Cerdulan, pirate chaff, Captain of Mastiff and Raptor squad under the Imps, commanded the Void Mastiff Mercs under the Confederacy: and best damn pilot you'll meet in all three."

She took a swig of whatever trash she was drinking, booze was booze after all. She had been raised on this stuff, and even if it did make her want to puke: always gotta put on the big show for the powerful people.

"An' who do I get the pleasure of meetin'?"

Fearless. Stupidly so. It didn't take a genius to gather that from her mannerisms and overly casual nature.

[member="Rohak Vizsla"]

 

[Zef Halo]

He gazed at her with an awkward silence drowning their conversation after she had finished her blazing introduction. A slightly confusing grimace began forming on his face.

"Wh-" before he could finish a soft but heavy fish paw touched his shoulder and Rohak realized it was high time to stop asking that question like a glitching droid.

"Cap'n Rohak Vizsla of the Red Hand pirates." the captain said and glanced back at Karl. "This the one right?"

A nod followed.

"We've got space for good for somethin' aces in the Suns of Darkness." he stated. "I ain't here for the best, I don't even know what the hell that word means but if ya a ruthless schutta, we gotta a place for you."

"Black Sun gets 50% of the loot's value, I get 10%, 30% split equally for the 'officers' like Karl here and the rest 30% gets split equally by the majority - the rest of the goons."

"Take it or leave it." Rohak reached for her drink to get a swing of it for himself too.

[member="Keira Cerdulan"]

 

[Keira Cerdulan]

A grin still remained plastered on her somewhat disheveled face, the confusion just put her already grossly oversized ego even bigger. Accomplished little runt she was, that, or was just such a backstabber it was easier to get a wider career.

[SIZE=11pt]“Now, what the best means is that I’ll be blastin’ through 20 somethin’ ships before they lay a bolt on me.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Hyperbolic, of course. But Keira had become quite an exemplification of half-truth riddled bravado. Whilst she wasn’t keen on sharing her drink, she wasn’t going to smack her boss’s hand away: yet. Give it a year and she’d gladly smack anyone. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“What’s “loot”, that’s a big margin of credits ya’ know?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She was going to accept, didn’t have much of anywhere else to go now. But good to get a decent idea of what she’d actually end up getting in her pockets.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Rohak Vizsla"][/SIZE]