Casino Royale

[Siala Vash]

NEBULA CANTINA
RANDON​

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The sound of clicking heels heralded the arrival of Siala Vash.

She entered the cantina a distinct air—easy-going posture, effortless style (black jeans and a leather jacket), and a dangerous stare. While she was definitely not prim or proper, she did have a certain ladylike quality. Most notably, her red lipstick.

Just what was she doing here on Randon?

Well, her expensive tastes had left her broke. More than that, she lacked the funds to even live properly. Despite being basically homeless, she managed to drift easy enough. Of course, no one knew she lived this way... no one knew she was just that pitiful. It was the sad truth, though. At least it kept her fairly off the radar; that way her ex couldn't keep tabs on her whereabouts.

But like always, Siala had a grand scheme in mind. This time she hoped to see it through. She'd placed a holo-advertisement for a mercenary – not all that uncommon a request. However, she'd made several notes to narrow down the applicants: tall, broad-shouldered, strong, fit, and good with a gun. Siala needed someone with a specific look. She didn't want any overtly criminal types to turn up, that'd ruin it straight off. For this, she needed someone clean cut. There were several high-society gathers scheduled at the casino and she needed a way in—a plus one. To infiltrate the Calypso Casino, she needed someone to play the part of her other half. Of course, these details had been withheld from the advertisement completely.

“I'm here,” Siala sent a quick holo-message to the man that she'd chosen, one [member="Brensom Galeran"].

 

[Brensome Galeran]

Bren hadn’t exactly had what one would call ‘enjoyable downtime’ ever since Maya’s ship began having troubles that were beyond the pairs’ ability to control. Without the ship, there hadn’t been enough proper jobs on the table to make credits. So Bren didn’t even have the money to enjoy his time off. The recently miner-turned-smuggler had to abandon his temporary home on the freighter that he had escaped Nickel One on in search of something. Something to keep him afloat, and away from the spice that they had recently made deals with.

With no real strengths or notable talents aside from being fit, being able to throw a punch and fire a blaster, and some slight knowledge on certain set of republic era equipment, he was sitting in a very broad group of hireable mercenaries that could very well be classified as cannon-fodder. Perishing on the frontlines of some gang leaders war wasn’t the way he planned on going out after dodging so many bullets for the brief time in the republic.

Then, fate seemingly intervened. A new contact had reached out in an attempt to hire a certain type of look-alike mercenary, and they had reached out directly to Brensom. The job details provided were at a bare minimum, along with the details of whom exactly had hired him. A simple description was given on who he would be meeting, and that was it.

Bren was easy to pick out, even with most of his features being concealed by the worn bomber jacket that rested atop of his broad shoulders. Visible during the jackets sway as he descended into the club was dark toned shirt, also rather worn. He took a moment to take in the scene, it definitely wasn’t his kind of party. His eyes continued to scan until they rested on a particular lady with the described details.

Sliding into the seat across from her, he blinked as he gazed around their surroundings. After quickly shifting his position in his seat, he spoke up, shifting his position again after the uncomfortable sting of cold blaster metal on his skin touched his waist.

"How come every time I meet a contact, it has to be a mysterious woman?" He started the conversation rather sternly, which wasn't his usual M.O, but he didn't know exactly who he was dealing with yet.

[member="Siala Vash"]

 

[Siala Vash]

Though she may have appeared quite aloof as she touched up her lipstick, she was alert—watching the figures of the cantina moving in the little mirror of her compact. Her eyes shifted just so as she caught the movement of a man taking a seat at her table. She tucked the makeup away, and her newly painted lips curled into a mischievous smile.

“Aren't those the best types of contacts?” she asked, smiling growing. “I'm Siala,” she offered a slim hand across the table to him. “But, please—just call me Vash. It's nice to meet you in person, Mr. Galeran.” she spoke with a subtle, smoky accent.

She took a moment to size the man up; her darkly lined eyes narrowed as she scrutinized him quietly. He had the rugged good looks that she'd hoped for and the strong build she'd specified in her advertisement. If she cleaned him up a bit, he'd suit the job just fine. Siala leaned back in her chair, her tall form graceful and casual at the same time.

“So, I'm sure you're eager to learn more,” she said, arching a brow. “I can assure you that this wasn't a veiled dating advertisement.” Siala laughed. “I actually do have a job for you. A casino heist, actually. We'll be attending an exclusive party tonight at the casino. I managed to score a couple of invites.” Again, her smile made an appearance. “You'll be posing as my date for the night. If this all goes to plan, you'll be handsomely rewarded for your trouble.”

Siala leaned forward.

“Are you in?”

[member="Brensom Galeran"]

 

[Brensome Galeran]

Bren glanced down to the hand the lady offered across the table, seeming to ponder an important decision that might be life-or-death by the looks of his expression. He took her hand and gave it a firm but fair shake before responding to her introduction.

"Nice to meet you- Vash.." After he took his hand away, he'd offer a shrug. "Obviously, you already know my name- Just call me Bren lass. Not one for formalities."

The ex-laborer cocked a brow as he soon began to expect that his contact was now giving him the same 'once-over' that he had watched Maya give him during their brief interaction outside of the pub on Nickel One. This seemed like an all-too familiar feeling that could possibly end up the same way as the last job..

Bad.

Yet, Bren couldn't deny that he needed the credits. Plus he wouldn't be surprised if he could snag a few bonuses for himself from this party in the form of all-inclusive alcohol and free food.

His mind stopped working when she said 'tonight,'

"Tonight?!" He kicked himself quietly as he glanced about, probably not the best idea to speak out-loud about some subjects. Looking back to his new-found 'friend,' Bren definitely had some questions.

"You mean as in you have the entire plan for this here heist to yourself, most likely memorized several times over or somethin' and you want me to tag along with you as your date? Plus I'd most likely be getting this whole plan on the fly, no?"

His curious facial expressions suddenly shifted into a sithspit-eating-grin. His M.O. suddenly changed, attempting to wave down a server so he could get a drink.

"So, what are we talking about for the split?" He kept the smirk, narrowing his eyes towards her as he waited for both the server and her answer on the reward money.

[member="Siala Vash"]