A Prime Deal

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

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Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag Purple Rejects

Humbarine. A simple planet. A simpled planet ruled by Ella Nova.​

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This is where it all began, in the honeypot of Humbarine, no matter how grand a planet, no matter the stretch of an empire and happy the people, somewhere, somehow. There was a Dive Bar. A seedy joint where the downtrodden, the broken and the miserable wallowed and cried, lifeless souls wandered in destitution, haunting melodies and woeful tales spun and yarned in these hallowed halls. It was also the most surefire way to find Thraxis.

Of course, for once people weren't looking for Thraxis. Or, at least these individuals in question. No, this time Thraxis had organized a meeting, a rare chance of his mind wandering to the future endeavours as opposed to present escapades. He had aligned the bar rather well, bottles of liquor half drained and laid in outstretched lines along the tables, three tables pulled together to add some semblance of fancy mannerisms to it all, rags and torn pieces of cloth stitched and sewn laid flat along it and around him, the entirety of the Purple Rejects hovered.

Of course, only the discerning eye picked up on it. The ragged crew laid around in tattered rags of coats and suits, each one holding a different gun that destroyed any semblance of unity his crew may ever have had. They flipped cards, rolled dice and held a knife under the table as Thraxis sat at the edge of the table, a suit of Black Armor encompassing his body, knicks and scratches lathered and maimed the thing as to his right a Mannequin holding his bath Robes sat, darkness engulfing the air around him with the Force as he sat there, eyes motionless and undaunted by his hopeful new partners in crime.

 

[Candez Stoon]

Candez brought a different choice of company this time. Usually he brought the muscle of his crew, Yam but this time he chose a more...calmer approach. "What a sight. Dirty, smells of alcohol...and I think I just stepped in something. Or someone, can't tell. What a lovely place you picked." Candez had to resist rolling his eyes at the Togruta pilot as he had to focus on other things. Such as finding their contact. With only his blaster in the holster, he didn't look very armed. Of course, Candez Stoon had a few tricks up his sleeves. Slowly moving through the dive bar, the Duros found someone that matched the description. Black armor, a large crew. Candez waved over, "Evening to you! Candez Stoon, gun maker, smuggler and sharpshooter" he gave an exaggerated bow.

As he stood back up, he looked over the others. A large assortment of weapons, they looked ragged and rough. Not his type of crew, but they seemed all right. "So...names? I mean is everyone giving names, or just you?" he pointed to the man at the end of the table, and then caught sight of...was that a mannequin?

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag Purple Rejects

It was... Pleasant. A wide smile crossed beneath his mask, fingers intertwined as the self-proclaimed, sharpshooter, gunsmith and Smuggler rolled in. He had an air of ease about him, not the common riff-raff, the petty crime lords that play a game of Superiority, laughing and bullying those they find lesser. The extravagant bow did a great deal of bemusement for Thraxis, responding with a soft chuckle that was contorted and twisted beneath the sounds of frayed electrical wires. "Finally. Someone with a sense of humour." He responded as he waved over a seat, the thing was lavish, far out of place in this dingy bar, it's wooden features barred the marks of ancient kings, scrawled and scribbled, the seat while deflated from years of mistreatment still held an air of comfort and the back rose higher than it really should've.

He rolled his shoulders, clapping together, Phrik cutting and rolling between each other as he looked at them, shaking his head, "Well, I can but... Well, after #3 I tend to lose track." He responded, a lackadaisical swagger in his words. None of them seemed to mind nor care, continuing their games of cards and trickery. "Anyway, please, sit down, grab a drink. I need to talk business. On a rather loose schedule. Interviews for a smuggler and what not." He continued, pulling out a few strips of paper that were hastily scrawled and written on.

He tapped on his lens, a name flashed in and out, "Sooo... Candez Stoon?" He drew out the words, fingers tapping in elongated rhythm along the table, "Hello, I'm Thraxis," He waved, a long circular motion as he continued, "I'm looking for a Smuggler on Humbaraine. Ya know, this place. Now, what can you and... Well. I believe you are apart of an organization." He continued, he had taken small notes on the group before, they were upcoming in the Criminal Underworld, but at this point in his life, he had no interest in up-and-coming. It seemed to translate to waiting-to-stagnate more often than not. "I also see that with your Illustrious group, that you may be able to serve drugs on top of Smuggling operations which is..." He let out a long drawn out whistle that faded and chopped in at different decibels as his mask struggled to keep a consistent tone, "Actually. Great." He continued, running a hand over the back of his helmet, "But besides that, tell me." He paused. An air of unease taking control of the room before he spoke, "What do you bring to the table." He inquired.
[member="Candez [/FONT][FONT='courier new']Stoon[/FONT][FONT=georgia]"]

 

[Candez Stoon]

Candez just barely heard their chuckle, and then the spoke. The Duros grinned slightly. "Humor, guns, adventure. I love it all" he said, then took a seat at the table. His Togruta crewmate went off, to share some drinks with others in the bar, no doubt. Once Candez sat down, he put one arm back over the back of the chair while the other hand rested on the table. Rhythmically tapping away against the wood. "So...why organize a meeting here? I mean sure, shady business and all but still, why here?" It had him most curious, why pick a place like this? And why not a more...comfortable establishment. Not that this was uncomfortable for him. He was fine with a bad such as this.

He snapped his fingers over to his Togruta friend. And then the next few seconds, and was given a drink. Nothing too strong, however. Just enough to keep the mood up for himself. As he took a sip, he thought over what was being said to him. "So, wait. This place? You need a smuggler for this planet?" He paused for a moment as if thinking...then smirked. "You called up the right people."

Taking another long sip, he continued after but his tone had darkened, "Ya got some nerve though, contacting my people. We're a dangerous folk. And if you ain't too careful, well something might just happen. For drugs, especially it is a very dangerous game you are playing. You know that, right?" Candez continued tapping along at the table. "As for what I can offer, I can offer just that. A smuggling crew, and whatever my organization can offer. But, I can't speak for them."

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag Purple Rejects

He chuckled, pulling himself from his seat as he took a couple steps, grabbing the alcohol and taking in deep cackled breaths through his visor. "Why? Well. It's cheap." He responded, looking at him for a few seconds before sighing. "Though, I imagine you don't want to hear just cheap." He rolled his eyes beneath his visor, "You see, only the lowest form of business goes on in a Dive Bar." He continued, propping his hands up as he made bunny ears for emphasis on his next word, "And all the big wigs decide to go to the Clubs, where the music blares, the lights flicker and prying ears at every corner table." He continued, turning on a foot as he poured a deep black liquid, into a cup, the scent of alcohol permeated from it in tiny wafts, the thing was a child's first drink if anything, splashing a drop of glitter that danced as he swirled it. "It's in the details like the lights and music that lose a train of thought, you lose your ability to be careful. Too much Vice." He continued, setting the thing down as the glitter simmered, "And after all is said and done. We are just Criminals after all. Those big wigs who play in those places are too obsessed with looks." His words drew out, he had aligned himself with how many Criminals and Entrepreneurs. James Justice, a man of the Nightclub who simply seemed to luck his name out into the big wide world. Popora, an upcoming Hutt who was obsessed with how everyone seemed to perceive her. They were both goners. He had no intention of following their vices and ending up dead. "I'm... Obsessed with results." His words chastised the fools before him, his predecessors and bosses as he clenched a hand, pushing beneath him the child's drink and letting the liquid spill down the floor, seeping into the cracked floorboards beneath.

He tried to pull himself back, walking over to the chair as he crossed his legs, hands propped up as he imagined he had answered adequately enough. Though, it seemed the man doubted him. He ran it through his mind, after what he had said before coming to the conclusion a businessman would come up with a similar elongated speech, though instead of losing his calm, demand respect for his name and who he was, he nodded along. He took a deep breath before rolling his fingers to the cusp of his helmet, fingers crawling at tiny buttons that shifted and moved as he darted along before finally, a scent rolled out in noxious form. The air was clear, but the taint of Alcohol varnished it in unseen filth. He held the helmet there as he spoke, letting the air waft in unease. "Ahh, a sense of humour, an air of professionalism. Exactly what I want to see in a Smuggler. Reminds me of myself really." He retorted. This Duros had ticked every box, reminded him of an old Duros he knew. But only the nose. Maybe they were related. "Minus the Smuggler part."

As he pulled it off, his features became known, a cheek burnt from chemicals poxed along, his skin formed of deep craters and pustule visage that would seem unfit even in a Torturer's Victim. His eyes were a shade of black, all life and colour stripped yet a spark seemed to move, an unwavering diseased look that danced as he looked him over with his own eyes, no Helmet to morph his sight in a sickly shade of Green. "Now... As for your dangerous group." There was no sense of sarcasm, venom or any cruelty in his words. An air of respect if anything, he knew business deals, and disrespect got one nowhere. "With no disrespect. I have worked for Sith. I have worked for Commenor. I worked for Justice shipping," He paused looking at the man before shaking his head they were a bygone relic the man would never have heard of, "As their hired gun. I worked for the Hutt Cartel as their." He paused, fingers pinched in the air as he pulled an imaginary line, his words drawn out with a cocky pride, "Head. Torturer." He said before returning back to normal, it was one of his proudest accomplishments, "I worked for the Jackals, I worked for Ancient Eye and..." He paused, he had rambled enough, "The point is. I've worked with Dangerous Groups. I think I can handle your's as well."
[member="Candez Stoon"]

 

[Candez Stoon]

Candez Stoon leaned back, kicking his boots up onto the table as he listened to @Thraxis. It was cheap, and a great place for shady business. "Nice...was just checking if you knew how to do things, and you do" Candez began, having been listening and observing. And as it turned out, they had a lot more experience then he first thought. He spoke of himself as a criminal, so he had done a lot of stuff before then...Candez now wished he did more research on Thraxis. He watched as the drink spilled. "Bet that was expensive..." He faked a pout, just watching it go away.

And then, the man had to pull of his helmet. Candez gulped. Just seeing his face, he knew...this man had been through a lot. He could only stare, looking over every single feature of his burnt face, those dark eyes. It made his shiver a bit. He had seen messed up faces, this was just...haunting. Almost. "Worked...for a lot...well, I...I have a partner that has yet to come, he can speak more for the...the group I work for."

He shivered again as he pressed a button on his comm link, calling on his partner to join him. "He'll be over soon...your face is...wow, it's just haunting." One thing Candez did, was speak his mind. A lot. It tended to get him in trouble as well.

[member="Vorkaliin Barass"]

 

[Corran Conner]

Vork wandered in the bar spotting [member="Candez Stoon"] talking to the same man he had been summoned to see. He growled slightly he was surprised to see one of his soldiers here then again he wasn't that surprised lots of people working for the family also took other jobs to help bring in money or even use it to make new allegiances for the family.

He took himself over in full stealth armour nodding to Candez's crew mate. He then looked at the man who had called out for him. [member="Thraxis"] . Lords only knew how the man found him but it didn't matter he was here now. "Greeting Candez and Thraxis, I apologies for being late but there was a few events keeping me from arriving sooner." He would say with a smile. He waited to hear what he was called for and why candez was here as well. Whatever it was would still be better than nothing.

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag Purple Rejects

Thraxis paused, nodding as a smile crept along his face, it seemed more controlled by a puppeteer than by the muscular sinew beneath scared tissue. "Thank you, I've worked quite hard to get it to be all this." He responded a chilly sense of jubilance filled his noxious words, empty eyes glazed with cruel purpose as he took a seat, watching as a Brute of a Lizard strolled in. Thraxis looked at his wrist, an imaginary watch as he tapped it a few times as if making sure that it wasn't fast and this man wasn't late.

Thraxis snapped his finger in response, his left eye cocked into a sad excuse for a wink as he waved him another chair, less fancy than the one that sat a Head above, but it should get the job done. "No problem. Events happen. Times change. Other... Stuff.." He continued, unphased by his crude synonyms, instead, he took his time to look up and down the Lizard that had just joined, he hadn't seen too many Chistori in the Underworld, or maybe none of importance. He noted his features, a creature of massive muscle, and a good deal taller than himself. But something worried him the man was the bruiser, the muscle. And he had no scars. Nothing that pulled him out from a nobly born brat who simply watched people play soldier as opposed to being one himself. He didn't assume he was of high Rank, but a Battle Scar told stories and it looked like this man had few in that way.

He pulled his gaze from the Lizard-folk, turning towards the Smuggler instead. "So, Candez and..." He paused, lips pursed as he realized he was never given a name by the Lizard-folk. "Big Guy. We've established I can do this line of work. You've established you can smuggle." He let the air sink, letting serious business replace the rather flippant attitude that seemed to dance in and out of this Bar like the fly that festered in this Bar once before. "Now, we need to establish what Drugs you have at your disposal, and what I need to pay for the trade line." He reeled a little into his seat, fingers interlocking as he let them take control of the situation.
[member="Candez Stoon"] | [member="Vorkaliin Barass"]

 

[Candez Stoon]

Candez Stoon followed Thraxis' gaze to see his accomplice from the Family had arrived. He offered a short wave, then began to explain the situation. "This kind man here has offered our...organization a job. Smuggling. I called you in cause you have a more of a handle on business regarding our group as a whole." Candez smirked to Vork, and winked. This was a chance of his to score, a big mass of credits he hoped. And to improve his standing with the Family.

Then came the main business part of the whole meeting now that they were all gathered. He looked to Vork, as if passing the conversation to him. This was more his expertise, knowing what resources they had. At least, Candez hoped so or he would be looking mighty foolish about now. Even standing up from his chair to allow the lizard-man to take the reigns of this arrangement between them. "Your turn to take the lead here, scaly."

[member="Vorkaliin Barass"] [member="Thraxis"]

 

[Corran Conner]

Vork snored as he listened to what was said. "Big guy, original." He looked at [member="Candez Stoon"] when he mentioned that "You wanna run our drugs for us curious. Well we have spice and a lot of the normal drugs however one of our lab techs did make up something rather original." He then pulled out a pad and pulled up the relevant data on it, while grabbing someone else drink. He also growled at Candez "Don't call me scaly blue man or I will do what the twielk woman couldn't."

He then turned it around to show [member="Thraxis"] "Sabre Dust, powerful drug and highly addictive. It will mean more buyers but also more chance those buyers will succumb to the drugs side effects." Vork smiled as he took a swig. "My question next is how much are you willing to pour into it. We already have a network into the unknown regions, the mid rim, the core and hutt space. And how much do you ask for?" Vork wished to know before he replied.

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag Purple Rejects

His attention turned towards the Lizard, cracking an elongated smile, teeth popped out like sick chips, stained harsh yellow. "I know right? Came up with it myself." He retorted back, his attention waned until Original was brought up, a colour of life dashed in his eyes as that smile simply seemed to stretch further out, parting millimetre by millimetre, his eyes glazed intoxicated as he looked over the date.

He ran through numbers in his head, counting the men he had and the new Smuggler. "Huh... Well, it's good quality..." He drew out his words, he had his own small stockpile of drugs himself, but this stuff seemed far richer than he expected, "Though... Where I'm starting I can't seem to see too many people being able to afford it." He tapped his chin, this lot would've been satiated with the cheap stuff, this was for the upper echelons and nightclubs. "But, as they say. Variety is the spice of life." He shrugged hands balancing like a Scale not sure which way to swing in favour or against.

In the end, his right arm swung down, "I can see a crate being useful to have in stock. Use it as a Sample on some riches." He stated as if convincing himself to buy the fancy stuff. "Looking it over, I'll offer ten Thousand Credits for a Crate. Forty thousand worth of Generic and Boring Stuff." He replied, Fifty thousand didn't seem like the worst offer, and being able to start up a business no one wanted to blow every penny and dime into some unproven drug.
[member="Vorkaliin Barass"] | [member="Candez Stoon"]

 

[Candez Stoon]

Candez Stoon nodded in agreement to the lizard-man. "Yes, we got a lot of the good stuff that we can have you run for us." He only smirked upon hearing the growl. He thought Vork a companion in the Family, and didn't think he'd ever harm him. He was rather naive in that way. Then he looked back to Thraxis. "I run stuff too, so we can surely work together on that." At the mention of Saber Dust, he snickered. It was quite a surprising thing when he had heard that was made.

Candez once more nodded in agreement, this time to Thraxis. "Right, so a crate? That should be fine, right? It's your call, Vork" he spoke up, looking from Thraxis to Vork. Then his eyes widened. "Woah, that much? Vork, this is a good deal we got."

@Thraxis @Vorkaliin Barass

 

[Corran Conner]

Vork would smile listening to [member="Thraxis"] offer. "I can accept that deal. Line is always open for more of the stuff should you need it." He would then turn to [member="Candez Stoon"] "Well done on finding this offer, I trust you can get the rest of it completed without me." He would nod to both "If there is nothing else I should take my leave. My attention is required else where." He would begin walking off waiting to hear if anything else would be asked or if he could just go off.

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chassis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag Purple Rejects

A wide smile parted his face like Moses the red sea as he parted from his seat, the Purple rejects let loose a methodical chuckle, a wild fury breached the calm of the Dive as Thraxis looked at his two knew associates. "Well. It will be a pleasure working with you two." He stated, giving a rather formal bow as a Reject held open the door, letting the duo make their leave without issue.
[member="Candez Stoon"] | @Vorkaliin Barass