Desperate Measures

[Krrowv]

The Golan Arms mercenary headquarters, a battered old Imperial Baas-class resupply station, resembled nothing so much as a cocktail glass stacked atop an umbrella.

That unassuming appearance was deceiving. The station was the heart of the company's shadowy side, stuffed to the bulkheads with illegal guns and weeping captives. It was a den of pirates, slavers, and black market traders, and it was home to [member="Neldar Poska"], a very dangerous being to whom Krrowv owed a very great sum of credits. He was en route there to explain why exactly he did not have those credits, and it was not a meeting he looked forward to. On that station, Krrowv knew that he would be powerless. If Poska took his inability to pay as a personal affront and decided to make an example of him, well, there wasn't too much the Togorian could do about it.

He had gotten into this business for all the right reasons. He remembered Mr'oia, her bright eyes and sharp laugh. So much of the fire had gone out of her when their children had died, just as so much had gone out of him. But he had staked his hopes that life might somehow be worth living again if only he could have her back, if only the two of them could put things together again. He had given everything he had to try to make that happen, and when he had run out, he'd borrowed more, spending it like a Hutt on holiday. But that dream had ended the way all of his hopes and joys had - in a hail of fire that scorched away the people he loved, leaving behind only pain.

Now he would suffer the consequences of his fruitless quest. But he was not ready to give up just yet. Perhaps, somehow, he would keep on living. He had to try. So he gently guided the Fate's Fool, his battered freighter, toward the station's docking bays, trying not to let his breath catch in his throat as he considered how he could avoid being murdered in the next half hour. The controls were sluggish - fuel to the thrusters was probably leaking again, pooling on the engine room floor. He would have to remember to stuff another rag in the hole. It was the best he could do; if he'd had the credits to fix it properly, he wouldn't be trying to explain to a crime lord why he couldn't pay his debts on time.

Gathering his courage, he opened a hailing frequency. "This is Fate's Fool, requesting permission to land. I'm here to speak with Neldar Poska."

 

[Neldar Poska]

[member="Krrowv"]


"This is- hahaha~" The comms spurred up but stopped, then opened again "ah, Fate's fool alright! Mister Krrowv? Whew! Shouldn't've come here. Neldar is mighty stressed out today! Be lucky you get to leave after your little meetin'" a voice chirped up over the comms, docking information being sent. Signals flared up for Krrowv, the few small antifighter weapons locking on and some fighters were preparing to launch. "Neldar wants to see you, don't keep him waiting." The comms were closed, and as Fate's Fool got within weapons range, a couple of fighters were ready to escort Krrowv if he wanted to turn around.

After he would dock, nothing would really happen. The docking bay would open up to the little cantina hangout lounge and areas would spread out from there. It was known that you don't go to some waiting room, or wait outside his office. When he was ready, you'd be picked up. Krrowv was given about 30 minutes of leisure time, but the cantina wouldn't serve his broke hind end. They gave him one drink, thinking it was funny. Might be his last. When Neldar was ready, two men who looked like a mix of pirate and mercenary grabbed Krrowv and escorted him to the dark part of the station.

Back here, was where it got nasty. Slave trade, deathly illegal narcotics, organ trading. Neldar didn't really get involved with the worst of the worst, but this little area did. Beyond it, a guarded, pressurized blast door. The door to the hallway that lead to Neldars office. The guards opened the door, and the two escorting Krrowv pushed him forward. The rest of the way was his. At the end of the hall, a regular door. Inside, some old seats, a desk, and Neldar.