Public Black Spire Outpost [Open RP]

[Vexari Kahl]

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Black Spire Outpost. Before the invention of hyperspace travel, the outpost was a busy crossroads for those traveling along the old sub-lightspeed trade routes. However, with the rise of the hyperdrive and new hyperspace routes, the planet was bypassed, and the outpost eventually became home to those who did not want to be found. It evolved into a thriving spaceport for smugglers, rogue traders, and adventurers traveling between the galactic frontier and uncharted space. The port provided easy access to exotic supplies and potential new recruits, further enticing adventurers to stop by.

In recent years, a successful smuggler known as Vexari Kahl had risen to take command of the Smuggler's Alliance based at Batuu, becoming it's benevolent "Smuggler Queen", a moniker bestowed upon her by both her faithful underlings and the people of Batuu. A people for whom she has become a welcome figurehead in an ever chaotic galaxy. Her rise to power is proof of the opportunities that Batuu can provide. Fortunes can be made here, and destinies fulfilled.

Vexari relaxed comfortably within her extravagant private booth within Oga's Cantina, a popular establishment which she had acquired early on during her reign over the outpost. Her arms were usually wrapped around a pair of scantily clad twi'lek girls, who doubled as both eyecatching company and also as secret bodyguards against potential assassination attempts from her less than noble rivals, vibrodaggers hidden cleverly within their exotic golden bracelets. Yet despite such security, her booth remained open for any looking for employment or to do business with the Smuggler Queen of Batuu.

 

[5-WCH (Switchblade)]

Smuggling.

Not the finest form of work, but it paid well. And that is exactly what he needed right now: credits.

He strode into the bar, trying to fit in. A few people turned at him, trying to figure out why a droid was in a bar. But seconds later they returned to their drinks. Looking around he saw who he was looking for, the Smuggler Queen of Batuu. Now he had never been to this planet before, so he was clueless about her reputation. But as long as she wasn't pissed off at his work, then the credits came in.

As he began to walk over to the Queen he noticed with each footstep the ground became stickier and stickier. Who knows when the last time this place was mopped. Honestly he was expecting the tv star Ton Jaffer to but in any second. Or maybe even Rordon Gamsey. Good thing he wasn't eating here.

When he got closer he noticed the two Twi'leks sitting with the Queen. Scanning them he noticed the vibrodaggers tucked away. No biggy. He had a gun, they had knifes. There is a saying about how this goes.

"Excuse me, are you the one they call the Smuggling Queen of Batuu?"

Vexari Kahl

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

Smugglers. Frontiersman. Hyper lane scouts. Colonial surveyors. Fringers, one and all. Her kind of people. Well, some of them were. Smugglers were criminals by definition and what drove someone to a life of professional crime was as varied as the stars in the sky. Some were in it for the riches. Some because they didn’t have a choice. Some did it for the principle. A way of resisting oppression, resisting tyranny. That was the least lucrative form of smuggling, but it meant she never made a deal that violated her code. No slaves. No weapons to those who harm the innocent. No destructive drugs for crime lords. It left a much smaller market, but she’d made her way so far.

Now she was back on Batuu after many years. Apparently they had a smuggler Queen now. Seemed fair. Where there was wealth, there was power, and power attracted people like honey. Not her kind of people. No, there was a reason she’d set up her home base on Imynusoph. Quiet. Remote. Isolated.

Aeshi checked the shipment manifest again and nodded, hitting the release to draw the loading ramp back into the hull, where it sealed itself shut with a hiss of venting gases. The metal in the hull creaked and groaned as it cooled. Too hot to touch still, which was fine. It wouldn’t be by the time she offloaded there cargo and purchased some form the next leg. Just a few more circuits and she’d be ready for the next Imynusoph Run. One end of the galaxy to another, trading all the way, and then back again.

She pulled off the bantha skin gloves and tucked them in the back of the belt before walking through the spaceport to the cantina where she could find this queen. If anyone knew the right cargos, it would be hers.

Aliens from a thousand worlds passed her in the streets as she strode through the outpost, clearing a path to get out of her way. She gave them curt, but polite nods, and kept her hand close to the butt of her blaster. Not that she needed it. Wardens of the Sky has talents and skills not usually visible to the average perceiver. And she intended to keep it that way.

The doors slid open as she approached, letting a handful of drunken Shistavanens stagger out, their fur soaked and reeking of alcohol. Aeshi pushed past them into the cantina and let her eyes wander the room, assessing it, before ordering a whiskey and taking a seat. Time to scope out the environment.

 

[Talohn Atar]

At this particular time, Sutaz was a long ways away from her home of Denon, where she usually operated as a freelance hacker and techy of sorts. Why was she so far from home? Well, there's some tech that can't even be found on Denon. For all it's technological prowess, Denon didn't have something that she was in desperate need of. That being Hydraulics. Denon's hydraulic tech left much to be desired, and the Nautolan was looking to upgrade her cybernetics. Thus, she found herself wandering into this smuggler's haven. After all, some illegal mods never hurt in her line of work. She could even find some of the parts she's been collecting for a...special project. This cantina, it seemed a fine place to find a connection to the trade, if the tip she got was true. She needed to find a sith pureblood. Considering their rarity, it wouldn't prove to be a difficult task.

The nautolan was certainly eye catching, with her distinct light purple color, and her oddly beautiful face, sculpted more like that of a twi'lek. Part of it was also the black bodysuit she wears, as it was a bit on the tight side. She's wearing a white leather jacket that goes down to the middle of her back, and the tightness of the bodysuit shows off her abs. She wants people to know she is strong, and that she will not lost to them in a fight. Her lower body is adorned by a pair of brown leather pants layered over the bodysuit, also a bit tight as well. She's not a fan of baggy clothes, they make her feel less flexible. Though, the true reason for the bodysuit is that it was able to hide where her real skin ended, and where her cybernetics began. She even wears gloves to hide the gaps in between the joints on her fingers. If one looks closesly, they can see joint gaps on her many tentacle like lekku, as if they themselves are also cybernetic. This woman is practically part machine.

Her metal toed black boots clack on the cantina's metal floor as she finds herself approaching that private booth. It's all nice and fancy, may be just what she's looking for. The sith pureblood would be able to see Sutaz by now, along with a funny altercation in which a drunk begins staggering towards her. Before the drunk can even begin speaking, one of those lekku moves on their own, panels folding back to reveal a blowtorch, which jabs at the man, forcing him to scurry away. This is done without Sutaz even looking.

Finally, she makes it over to the booth, black eyes looking over the woman sitting within. "Not bad." She states, with her unique accent. In a universe far away from this one, it would be called french. "I've heard you have connections, queen smuggler of Batuu. I am in need of aid. I do not have credits to pay...but I guarantee, you help me...." She grins. "I will make it worth your while, yes?" Then she realizes how that sounds, and she hisses a bit in a panicked manner, the prehensile tentacles on her head spasming a bit. "As in like, I'll do you a favor, I'm like...really good with tech! I didn't mean like uh...." She begins fidgeting. "Look, I need your help, ok?" It's amazing how she went from dignified ang strong...and straight to nervous child.

(I used the wrong profile! I'll make sure to use the right one next post. I can't delete this post.)

Vexari Kahl

 

[Vexari Kahl]

A wide smirk formed on Vexari's face when the nautolan awkwardly tried to curry her favour. "Calm down, dear. I don't bite, no matter how Sithy I happen to look.", she said with a snicker, before peering at the droid that had greeted her as well. "Seems your not the only one trying to meet with me. The droid was first though. Still, please, take a seat the both of you.", she said with a warm welcoming smile, gesturing to the seats across from her in her booth.

Her attention turned to 5-WCH when he and the the Nautolan woman had sat down. "Indeed, I'm known by that moniker. I'm practically the defacto unofficial monarch of Batuu.", she said with a smirk. "My friends tell me your a bounty hunter of some repute. Surprised I know that? I make it a priority to know whoever's coming and going here on Batuu whom I might have an interest in. I take it you've come looking for work, perhaps?", she said, before turning her gaze to the pretty cyborg nautolan. "And help, I'm happy to provide. I'm known for my generosity, after all. Though what sort of help do you require?

Talohn Atar
Aeshi Tillian
5-WCH (Switchblade)