A Raven And A Jackal

[Cadan Tazi]

Scene​

Cadan began to pace around the Sundevall Cantina. He barked and order to a pirate or two, making sure that they had the right room ready for his guests. A few minutes later, the pirates returned and took Cadan into the room.

The room consisted of a deep brown wooden table, topped with a variety of liquor and cups. Matching seats surrounded the table.

Cadan open up a comm to another pirate down at the space station. "Make sure you tell me when our guest arrives." With that said Cadan would open another comm to Flannigan. "Cap'n the room is ready."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

On the wall that has been neglected these past years, he sits, letting his eyes roam over the graffiti. With the finger of his right hand he feels the cracks and the pits made by so many seasons passage of time. Today, like the sidewalk weeds, they are dry. His left hand tightens involuntarily around the side of the table, making its thin plastic wrapping crinkle. "[member="Cadan Tazi"]." he murmured above audibility, he addressed him before pausing letting a thick liquid silence fall over the two. "Times are changing, keep your weapon on hand."

[member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva came to a halt outside the cantina. Kark, this feels like a trap. She turned slightly, nodding to the leader of her personal gaurd. Today wasn't about a show of force, it was a business dealing. To that Zenva had only brought six of her elites, heavily armored Zabrak men from her clan. Each well armed and ready to start a war to safeguard their matron. The first moved forward to open the door and a second elite passed through. Their comm channel clicked once, signaling it was clear, or at least that half a dozen blasters weren't aimed at the door.

Zenva pulled her black trench coat closed around her and started inside. Her left hand gripped the activation stud of her personal shield, her right hovering near the grip of the pistol on her thigh.

Once in her yellow-red gaze swept the interior of the cantina. Nothing overly out of place. So far, so good.

[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

[member="Zenva Vrotoa"], he gestured her to a seat opposite him. The long digits of his palm splayed apart drumming a solid continious beat, it left scratches and holes bitten clean into the wood work. "Please sit, you wanted to see me." his attention moved to her and to her guards, there was a grin to those eye's a sharpness that only touched them and not his metal mask. "You are among friends, but tell me as one friend to another, how can I be of service to a Raven?"

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva stepped up to the table, her right hand came up to sweep her hood off her hairless scalp. The motion causing her coat to fall open. Beneath lay her most common attire, knee high brown leather boots, skin tight black leggings, a red and black miniskirt, and finally a sculpted brown leather corset. Her shield generator belt resting on her hips. Two pistols sat secure in holsters on either thigh, leather straps holding them in place. Peace tied by some accounts.

Zenva bent at the waist, her right hand swept out to the side as she bowed deeply. When she straightened she smiled, a predator's grin of serrated teeth. "Thank you for seeing me, mister McNash."

The leader of her guard stepped forward, pulling out the seat offered. Zenva seated herself quickly, her smile firmly in place. She gestured absent mindedly and another of her guard moved forward placing a wooden box on the table before her. She removed the lid and pushed the open box across the table. Inside rested an unadorned dagger with a straight nine inch blade.

"A gift for your time. It's a LazerHone Talon Dagger. The vibration is ultrasonic, meaning there is no telltale whine typical of vibroweapons."

She gestured again and her guards fell away. Giving the pair a semblance of privacy.

"As to why I am here mister McNash, the question is better said as what can I do for you. Tell me, how in-depth is your knowledge of The Ravens presently?"

Dagger-
http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/LaserHone_Talon_vibrodagger

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

He answered [member="Zenva Vrotoa"], question with a roll of his shoulder's the sharp geometric shapes moving with a practised and almost organic movement to them, the slight mannerisms, the tapping of his finger, the movement to his head and lower chest almost giving a vague impression of life under that cybernetic shell. "As much as anyone else, you deal in drugs and other illegal contraband. And you hate the Sith, I know as much as the next, only that I've had the honor of being told by Miss Chisa, herself."

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva's eyes narrowed briefly, agitation turning her posture tense momentarily. "I do not deal in drugs or contraband. Furthermore I couldn't care less about the Sith or Republic. I don't deal in politics, it's far to hazardous."

The Zabrak drew a deep breath, centering herself. "I'm a mercenary mister McNash. In the days of Cryax Bane's presidency my clan and I were called on with regularity. Lady Chiasa does not see fit to do the same. The Ravens have grown far to interested in drugs and contraband. The new president outsources the work I once did to groups such as yours. That is why I am here mister McNash."

Zenva leaned back in her seat, tension leaving her shoulders. "Zabrak are hunters mister McNash. War and conflict sustains us. The Ravens have little use for my clan. I think you might."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

There was a smile that only touched his eye's, a deep crooning sound emanating from the voice-box centered on his chest, he replied with a raised talon pointing its cruel edge towards [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]. "A Zabrak after my own heart, we were challenged with that not to long ago. After another attempt of betrayal by a Raven, it's not something unexpected in the criminal industry. But she stopped hiring us, never stopped giving us gifts, but there's more to being a mercenary there's the name, I couldn't bear it if I was called the queen instead of our rightful name the Jackals." he inspected his finger's as if he were to blow dust off them or begin to trim them. "Consider the Hutt Cartel, they always have work. Say how about you come with me on a slave raid, get to meet the Hutt and prove your worth."

He slid the holocron towards her, playing the pre-recorded message.​

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///begin transmission..​

To: Hutt Cartel​

From: Flannigan Mcnash​

This is a pre-recorded message, I Flannigan Mcnash will be conducting a slave raid on Dressel, and its people the Dressellians, at one of their farming communities. Mercenaries and contacts of the Cartel are welcome, and those who do show will be rewarded handsomely on their catch.​

...end transmission///​

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The chains go rattle and the slaves go groan​

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Zenva stood, a vicious smile cut her elegant features. "I'll see you on Dressel mister McNash. Keep the blade, it's a fine weapon for a pirate to carry."

The Zabrak Matron dipped another bow, though it lacked the flair and showmanship of her first. She turned on a heel and started away. Her elites fell inline behind her as she departed.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]