All for the Credits (Madak, Varad, Ermac)

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

So, here Brek was; a big ship full of his stuff (tools, guns, ammo, assorted other resources), good aim and a willingness to do bad things, on the crime capitol of the galaxy, Nar Shadda.....And as of this morning, broke as a blind gungan.

Sylvia and Brek had gone their separate ways, especially in the face of the Clockwork savaging the whole of coruscant in 7 hours. After a breif stopover somewhere and having a breif run in with Mandalore, a mando-sith, and a bard with a weird hat, he had a definite chunk of an idea of who this 'Boba' was; Boba Fett, Top bounty hunter and mercenary of his era, and later, Mandalore.

Brek figured going that way would be decent, if nothing else. Strolling into what could be the nastiest, most low down Plok-stained scumbucket cantina of crime and villainy, the pale armored one slid into a booth and started looking for slit-eyed T-visors.

Brek was rudely interrupted by an aqualish grunting at him and pushing on him. Some ugly dude translated "He doesn't like you." "I fail to see how that is my problem." and tried to ignore the pair of butt-holes, to no avail. the uglier one (?) shoved him back around and screamed "I DON'T LIKE YOU EITHER !"

" This is your first, your last, and your only warning; lay hands on me again, and there might be bodies involved." Sure enough, dumb and ugly didn't get the message, because they went to lay one across his face, the hard way. Brek face-slammed the aqualish on the bar and put a bolt upside the back of his head, and knee-fried the other one who tried to run, who fell and tried to crawl away.

Walking after the spineless wet trash before him, Brek made it clear that the stupid duo messed with the wrong new kid on the block. "I would tell ya to see to your friend, cause he aint for this world nommore, but it'd be pointless" And leveled his blaster to the ugly ones face "cause ye might be seein' 'im real soon anyway.....Also, didn't i say that there might be bodies" He waited for the ugly coward to nod yes, realizing that the body involved was his own, and sniveling out a pathetic attempt to beg Rebekka Brek Madak to spare his life.

~PEW~

Stupid male.... Brek thought to himself, and went back to looking for T-visors.

 

[Ryan]

A tavern where regulars share their experiences and lives with each other while drinking or working at the bar where everybody knows your name, where new comers were welcomed with friendly open arms and drank in peace. Well, this was not the tavern Dred Varad had frequented for the Mandalorian Merc had the taste for the scummy, low-down dirty no-good no-name drinking whole on the bad end of the wrong side of the galaxy, ruled by gangsters. That kind a bar. A place where nobody wanted to know your name. A place where the only thing scummier than the drinks were the bums and critters drowning in them. A proper place for such a man looking for conflict for nothing was more musical to a warriors ears then the sound of cracking skulls, bones breaking and the sound of flesh being impacted upon by brute force.... the symphony of a brawl....The opera of battle.

Nar Shadaa was also a great place to find work and find crew members, both are what Dred was in need of. The old rust bucket "the Jaro" was a heavily modified YT-1300 that Ermac and Dred have been calling home for the past few weeks and it needed more then just their ugly mugs running about to keep her afloat.

Dred sat facing the bar from their table, his helmet was off and placed upon the table offset to the left while he enjoyed the cheap ale that was on tap. He looked at Ermac " We need a crew to get on with the more lucrative jobs and keep the old lady flying"

 

[Laith Varad*]

Nar Shadaa. What a hole. Not that Tatooine was much better but at least he knew it and could relate to it. Nar Shadaa was a tad different as compared to the locaes that Ermac liked to frequent but it would do in a pinch. This tavern stunk of all kinds of expletives that no one would want explained in depth but it served drinks and so the clientele came. No one wanted to know your name here because no one cared who you were. One thing you could open anywhere in the galaxy that would never go out of business was a bar. Fact.

He wore boots, trousers and a coral colored shirt that hung freely from his torso. Underneath that was a thin mesh armor that was practically form fitting and comfortable to wear. It did the job in a pinch without slowing a person down to much. Overtop it all was a large trenchcoat that completed the ensemble. Not only did it look trendy but it also concealed the weapons Ermac traveled with. A Heavy Blaster Pistol was fairly easy to conceal in its holster under the coat. The Double Barreled Blaster Carbine on the other hand was a tad more difficult; Ermac had a shoulder strap which he hung over his left shoulder and he kept his left arm close to his side so that the gun would remain veritcal underneath his coat. He didn't go far enough to conceal his weapons so that they couldn't be detected but lengths were taken to make him more inconspicuous.

With red eyes, dark hair and a fair complexion that was occasionally overshadowed by grey undertone crossing over his skin Ermac could be considered attractive by members of the opposite sex. He was willing to meet the eyes of any woman that looked at him but being that the only ones he had seen so far were an old Rodian and something he wasn't entirely sure was a woman Ermac kept his eyes to himself.

While he sat easy in the table, with Dred Varad, Ermac was all that impressed by what he had seen thus far prompting him to remark..."You mean we need fools to die for us."...there was no mincing words with him when it came to why they were here and Ermac didn't like to sugar coat things. Shrugging his shoulders he would trade looks with Dred before gazing out across the tavern and out over the sea of faces there..."Lets pick a plucky fresh face that doesn't understand he could die. Always funny to see the look on their faces when they meet the end."...the comment only enforced what Dred already knew about Ermac, that he was no bleeding heart.

As a Twi'lek woman came passing by he would reach out and take her by the wrist to stop her before saying..."Bring us another round. Honey."...before he released her and went back to his half empty drink.

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

Sure enough, the place didn't disappoint; a green mandalorian helmet sat between a pair of men, one pale as the broken moons of .... wherever, and the other, in matching green mandalorian armor.

Strolling up to them, he passed the twi'lek and spoke to them. "I noticed that you are mandalorian, yes ?" and gave a devious smile. Brek was clearly a fanboy, but also not quite fool enough to presume that they would be totally harmless. They might even do their best to gut him on sight because he picked out dred as a mando. "and you are .... Nagai, as well ?"

He still stood there, wondering which way the blade was gonna fall, metaphorically speaking. "I was wondering if you would be open to ....business negotiations, depending on what you're looking for, of course."

 

[Ryan]

The very moment that it looked as if Brek was going towards their table Dred had his right wrist blaster pointed towards his lower torso from underneath the table with his forearm resting on his right thigh. A precaution that one takes when strange folk approach. "Speaking of cannon fodder" The mandalorian snarled towards his companion as the stranger approached showing off his ability at observation by announcing their race and cultures.....though he may be wrong on Ermac. Dred doesn't even think his companion knows what race he is either.

"What do you have to offer, pretty boy?" Dred was curious, only thing stopping him from inflicting violence upon the stranger for wasting his time.

 

[Laith Varad*]

When Brek started to approach Ermac, much the same as Dred, had slid his right hand underneath the table where they sit and let it delve into the confines of the trenchcoat he wore. Gripping the DL-44 Heavy Blaster he wore on his hip Ermac would have shifted in his seat and turned his leg towards Brek beneath the table. He could fire from the hip right through the holster if needed and while the initial blast might not be accurate it would likely have made the man it was aimed at dive for cover. Aside from this Ermac would have let Dred to the majority of the talking to begin with.

Initially Ermac would listen. He'd chuckled when he had caught the comment from Dred about cannon fodder but would snort when he heard Brek identify him as a Nagai though his complexion did make it easy to come to that conclusion. Apparently Ermac was a tad indignant about being associated with that particular race. "Not quite."...he'd have said before adding without revealing anything else..."Why don't you sit down too. You make a better door than a window."...referencing the fact that with Brek standing at their table Ermac couldn't see the rest of the bar behind him. It was just one of those things about being able to keep an eye of your surroundings.

He'd said his piece and he waited for Brek to answer Dred without any further interruptions. Easing his hand off the Heavy Blaster concealed under his coat Ermac would lay his hand across the table close to the other while remaining mostly quiet. Aside from the obvious he was still waiting for that Twi'lek girl to come back with the round of drinks he'd ordered but knowing how raucous some bar patrons could be he also expected it to take a bit longer. In a perfect world though.

Eyes would have eventually went back to the other two seated at the table with him. Looking at Dred, whom he knew, and Brek, whom he didn't though that could change, Ermac would start to size the man up; he didn't look particularly large however that didn't mean much and if he was frequenting a locale like this Brek must have had a firearm on him somewhere. With his scarlet gaze traversing Brek he might have even gotten the wrong idea but the truth was that Ermac could learn a lot about a person just by looking at them and right now he was drinking in what he could about the man who had approached his associate and himself.

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

It warmed Brek's heart to be called pretty, even if it was as a sarcasm. Smiling rather girlishly, he listed off the reasons. "I have decent aim with a weapon, a willingness to do nasty things to whomever needs it, and if also applicable, a decently large ship that can hide stuff in secret places." Brek said, counting off on his fingers " ... Im sly enough to see that you both have a weapon already on me....and if at all possible, i wouldn't mind delving deeper into Mando'a."

Yep, those were 5 very good reasons.


Having a seat, Brek did his best to blend in. He was wearing a darker metallic breastplate of improvised metal slat armor, which was probably marginally better than stormtrooper armor, and over that was a tunic-style coat with 8 pouch pockets. The shape of a second belt told of a low-slung holster common to whomever drew guns often; mercenaries, gunfighters, smugglers, bounty hunters.

Nothing conclusive could really be drawn from it all, save for the fact that he made a living on the wrong side of the law. His interest in Mandalorian culture belied the fact that, while he might not rigorously apply himself to the laws every other mundane civilian was subject to, neither was he some completely lawless thuggish barbarian or psychotic killer, or other greasy, spineless lowlifer.

 

[Ryan]

There always seemed to be a mando fanboy in almost all corners of this galaxy. Dred didn't blame them for wanting to be mandalorian nor would he hold it against Brek. The boy listed off the qualities he could offer and only one of them was of any interest to the Mercenary.

"We are in need of an extra gun hand" Varad informed motioning for Brek to sit down while at the same time he relaxed his own weapon hand by placing it back on the table with cup in hand. He skulled what was left the placed it back on the table to be filled by the twilike waitress that his companion had been sweet on.

"Have you ever been in battle? Have you ever killed anyone?" The mando interrogated bluntly with no qualms of subtlety. They were on Nar Shadaa after all and very few with in this tavern would get squeamish over such talk.

 

[Laith Varad*]

Nothing critical to this engagement could be discerned by looking at Brek however Ermac would be able to identify the metallic breastplate that he wore as well as the tunic style coat that was overtop it. As for the rest of what Ermac saw he didn't doubt that while Brek was no farmboy he was no cold blooded killer either. All this told him that it could be a business arrangement worth considering if the man could hold his own in a fight which Dred and he had yet to determine however as Dred began questioning Brek he remained silent until it was his turn.

Around this time the Twi'lek would have returned with a tray of drinks that Ermac had ordered which she'd set down on the table. Only two drinks; Ermac hadn't known Brek was coming and even if he had Brek still needed to prove himself. "Thanks, Honey."...he would have said to the Twi'leh waitress before reaching out to give her a nice crack across her backside that made her stand at attention. Taking one of the drinks Ermac would slide it across the table to the Mandalorian before lifting the other to his mouth and drinking slowly and with a grimace that soon followed. Awful and bitter but drinkable and it wasn't long before Ermac was taking another drink before finally setting his cup down on the table.

Listening as Dred asked his questions Ermac would have finally turned his head and looked between his associate and Brek before saying..."Define nasty things."...he couldn't help because all this made it sound like the three were planning a misdemeanor when the reality was the situation could become much more deadly than that. As before Ermac would listen but he still had other questions as well such as..."How does killing for money sound to you or just killing because we have to?"...his voice had taken a more serious tone..."Lets not waste time on small talk. This is a serious business and it demands that serious people be involved in it. Long after Mandalore the Thousandth has made his mark and passed on Mercenaries will still be waging private wars for top dollar all over the galaxy. We engage in warfare, we smuggle weapons and people, we murder. Now can you handle that?"...it was something Ermac liked to call the speech and his conviction would show that he was a little high on himself even though he gaze Dred an apologetic glance for the Mandalore comment.

Lifting his drink off the table one more time Dred would help himself to another well earned drink. He tilted his head to one side as he felt the burn of alcohol traveling down his throat and then he matched eyes with Brek again, staring at him with his scarlet gaze when he asked one more thing..."What's your name anyways?"...Brek hadn't told either of them and they hadn't asked until just now when Ermac decided he wanted to know who he was talking too. After all names were about as important as faces.

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

He watched as the twi'lek brought 2 drinks, got called honey, and then got a slap on her backside that brek was inclined to believe she wasn't expecting or welcoming from the red-eyed not-nagai. He couldnt blame her either, the clientele was questionable at best, himself possibly excluded. Matching eyes with him, Brek's eyes an electric ultramarine/cobalt blue to Ermac's blood red eyes. Brek then got The Speech. "Well, sounds like you two have interesting jobs.... Ive not been involved in slaving or warfare, but im sure i could get used to it.... eventually." Extending a hand, he said "you can call me 'R. Brek Madak', I grew up in the Coruscant Underlevels, if that means anything, and your names would be ?"

Rebekka Brek Madak had seen most of what the underlevels had to offer in terms of the unsavory; murder, assassinations, kidnapping and ransoming, petty to grand theft of all sorts, classic beatings, and the closest thing to warfare; the block war and the gang war. However, Brek was willing to upgrade his experiences, and reputation if possible.

 

[Ryan]

Dred lifted his full glass to his lips, taking a small gulp while studying Beck. There was only so much one could perceive on first impressions and quick glances. The boy seemed intrigued in their line of work and didn't flee after Ermac's speech. So at best he had potential and the Two mercs had a third gun. A gun that wasn't tested but there was only one way to find out if this would be warrior would fight or run and that was to get on with a job.

Varad's eyes glared into Laith's giving him a quick nod of approval. Dred will take Beck on as a third to the crew of The Jaro. "Alright rookie, Let me run it down for ya. You work with us on three way split after Jaro's upkeep and maintenance fee is taken from the pot. We only need one ship for now, so place your tub in storage or rent her out. You are responsible for your own weapons and gear unless a job has specific gear needed then that is taken off the top"

He paused to let that all sink in before continuing on " I am Dred Varad, Captain of the Jaro, you frak with me, my ship or my crew.." pointing to Ermac being his only other crewmember " I will be playing skip rope with your intestines." The tone in the mandalorian's voice emphasized that was not just a threat but a fact of promise.

"If Ermac has nothing else to add, you can shake my hand and be accepted to the Jaro." He extended his hand, waiting for a hand in return "Once you shake my hand and accept my terms, You will call me Captain or Captain Varad"

 

[Laith Varad*]

No the Twi'lek waitress probably didn't expect or appreciate the extra attention that she received from him but on Nar Shadaa, in a dive like this, it was at least half expected that the patrons would put their hands on staff in some manner. As long as nothing go out of control there likely wouldn't be any problems which Ermac kept in mind not wanting to begin something at an inopportune moment. Moderation was everything after all.

When Brek matched gazes with Ermac he had to admit he was slightly impressed having believed that Brek would have shied away from looking at him directly but he didn't and the speech only seemed to promote curiosity in him. Interesting. As Brek extended his hand Ermac would glance at it before extending his own so that they could shake. His grip was strong, stronger than it should have been from the look of him, and his hand would probably feel heavy in Brek's. Ermac gripped Brek's had for a short time and said..."Ermac Laith."...before releasing his hold and setting his hand back down on the surface of the table where they all sat. Introductions were done on one front.

Listening as Dred chimed in to explain the arrangement and how the credits would be split Ermac would nod his head several times in agreement. It sounded like a fairly basic contract along with the standard warning that if Brek decided to betray either of them the likelihood of him living to talk about it was slim. As Dred asked if he had anything to add Ermac would have replied..."Only that as the new man of the ship you'll be carrying out most of the grunt work."...fairly standard in his opinion as the newest crew members usually always got the worst jobs no matter the establishment or arrangement. Other than that small matter he didn't have much more to add to the conversation.

Allowing Dred to conclude the business arrangement with Brek he would have taken his cup, raised it to his mouth, and finished the last of the disgusting beverage inside with a mutter emanating from between a hairline fracture between his lips afterwards. As he set the cup, now empty, back down on the table Ermac was largely silent and turning his head he would gaze across the tavern again only half interested in what he saw. Eyes looked ahead but his peripheral remained on Brek whom he didn't trust despite the good start that he'd made for himself during this meeting, just something the newest member of the crew would have to earn in time.

Well if everything was in order Ermac was eager to arrange for a job that could earn them all some credits.

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

"Sounds fair enough for now" Brek said, agreeing to the terms of gruntwork, and leaving behind his ship "We will need to swing by someplace more dependable than Nar Shadda for ship storage.... Any ideas better than the Kuat shortstop station ?" The not-nagai was apparently stronger than he looked, Brek concluded. He concluded that Ermac would be a formidable adversary on brute force alone, should things go bad in a hurry.

Madak was referring to the station just outside of the Kuati system, that essentially served as mall/ waiting lobby for indeed still The Biggest ship-building and servicing firm. Relatively next to that was a series of storage stations run by Duran, Antilles and Falkore, where for a proportionally small lot rental and security fee, they will make sure nobody but you makes off with your currently unused ship, from starfighters to smaller capital ships with a crew of less than 300.

"and also, Captain, im curious as to how small a bunk area ill be issued.... Wouldn't want to either under or overpack." he said, meeting the mandalorians eyes just as boldly. One would be surprised as to how much stuff one such as Brek could....Procure, rig together, and accumulate. Pulling out a pen and a scrap of paper from a pocket, Brek started scribbling out ideas of some sort.

 

[Ryan]

"As of right now, we are unemployed So the Jora is free to go where ever you feel is best suited to keep your ship safe at a cost that you can afford" He took a sip of his bitter ale slightly smirking at the next question he had to answer. The bedding arrangements. The Jora being a heavily modified YT-1300 was not exactly built for comfort, there were two bunk rooms with three beds each attached to all three sides of the walls. Dred being the Captain obviously had the one bunk room to himself while as for the other one...." Well, you two will be roommates"

Dred slugged the rest of his cup back quickly down his throat hoping for the buzz to kick in before the griping about who should have who has roomies started......if it started at all.

 

[Laith Varad*]

As the conversation took a turn to where Brek could stow his ship while we all worked together Ermac had little in the way to add to the discussion. He owned a Gladius Class Light Freighter used mostly to haul cargo and outrun slower vessel but with enough of an armament to be taken seriously in a fight. Ermac had stored his ship in a reliable place that he kept to himself for securities sake; besides that he also reasoned that Brek and Dred could come up with appropriate accommodations for his vessel while they all traveled together on the Jora which Dred captained.

Listening to the conversation Ermac would have lamented his own empty cup now that he'd finished the bitter tasting liquor before his eyes went to Dred as it was mentioned he and Brek would be sharing quarters..."You have got to be kidding."...there was a particular distaste in Ermac's response though he never raised his voice so that it would be noticeable and draw attention to the table where they were all sitting. Gazing at Dred the dull crimson of Ermac's eyes would tell the story of how unimpressed he was which was punctuated by a snort and apparent frown. "Fine."...would eventually have been said as Ermac considered his option momentarily before giving that response.

Once he was done with Dred his crimson gaze would have turned towards Brek which would be when he said..."Take the bottom bunk."...a strange offer even though Ermac had it all planned out in his head before he extended as much to Brek. Bottom bunk may have been more comfortable but that didn't mean it was any more secure. If that was all the arrangement likely would have went by amiable however Ermac would have also added..."Lets not mince words. I already have things where I like them. Don't move my equipment."...mostly this pertained to the arms and armor that Ermac had stored on the Jaro but there were a few other objects he'd also grown fond of. Ermac didn't enjoy the idea of being bunked with Brek but he decided not to fight it at the moment.

Glancing back towards Dred he'd have said..."Now that we have mostly everything settled you should work on getting us a job. Mercenaries don't live for free."...nor do they usually stay together for to long if the credits weren't good and right now the group wasn't counting their riches in any way or shape. Wrapping his fingers around his cup, it was made of a thin metal alloy, Ermac would have squeezed once he felt the rounded angle fit into his palm before in the span of moments his forearm started to bulge with unseen muscle that activated on command allowing him to crush the cup with relative ease. He released the crumpled up steel then and pushed it across the table with a mutter.

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

"Ill take the bottom, if only to get the option of seeing you fall out and go face-first into the deck." brek said, a devious thin smile in place. "We could always try a stint or 3 with Omega Pyre, i hear they love a good merc who is actually worth the brains in their head." Brek said, pointing to the sad sack of plok that he had shot earlier and whom were now being dragged away.

'New Guy' was obviously grasping at straws. Most of his few contacts were in the coruscaunt underlevels. At least he was both smart and ambitious.

 

[Ryan]

Dred smirked as the two exchanged their thoughts about the voluntold living arrangements. It was the possible job offer that the new guy had pointed out while painting it with the dead body that was being dragged out. Admirable

"We will see" With that Dred placed his helmet upon his head, quickly using blinking motions to control the HUD of his visor and navigating the Holocoms. Wasn't long before he could confirm that Omega Pyre was indeed looking for sub contractors and with a few blinks he had accepted a job offer on the Denon Planet.

"Alright, we have work to do. We are off to Denon" Varad didn't exactly give much explanation just yet what the mission was. That he would save tell they were in a more secure area, just in case there were others that were wanting in on the action. "Finish your drinks and meet back at the Jaro in two hours. I have the tab covered"

With that Dred rose from the table, his visor clearly angled towards Brek " Hire someone or get a droid to fly your ship to where ya want it. This job we need to move on ASAP. You can make arrangements aboard the Jaro while we are in flight. She is birthed at landing pad 226, don't be late"

With that Dred dropped enough credits onto the table to cover their tab and to leave a tip for the twi'lek for her special services. That was enough to cover an hour for his friend Laith in her care, while Dred prepped the Jaro and ran the pre flight check lists.

Moments later Dred was gone, hastily moving to his beloved Jaro.

 

[Rebekka Brek Madak]

As soon as dred's money hit the table, brek was out the door as well, plans already formulating in the young Nagai's head. Sure enough, 2 hours later, there was Brek Madak, alongside a hover-cart of stuff; clothes, guns, ammo, pots and pans, and a bag of miscellany.

Brek had sold all of the snap-to-deck carpets and rugs, 9-tenths of the food and clothing (most of the latter he didn't like anyway), several mid-quality blasters he had rigged up, and quite afew fancy chairs onboard the Mindy, and had gotten enough to hire a pilot droid and have it fly the Mindy to the shortstop storage facility, as well as pay for what he thought was 3 months worth of fees.

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An astromech aboard the Mindy was tasked with further instructions, in the form of a holo-recording of him. =Greetings. I wish to store a Luxury 5000 ship for awhile, as i have joined the crew of another ship. This astromech will provide credits to open an account, under the name Brek Madak. The ship is the Princess of Mindy. Should there be insufficient funds, or there are other needed details needing be relayed, you can contact me through this comlink= holo-brek said, holding up a commlink =The astromech will also provide you with the frequency. =

The speech concluded, the astromech would then plop out a paper box of credit chips as proxy-payment.