Do what you want, cuz a Pirate is free!

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Coruscant, Level 243
Nameless Cantina


Zandra Fenni was alone. Not completely alone. Not the kind of alone where you felt like you were the only person in the Galaxy. Not that dramatic. But Cal had left to fight his wars again. And Zandra was missing him something fierce. Not that she'd admit it, or anything, but it did leave her with something like a hole when he ran off like this.

Still, after her weird attack from the Coruscant butcher last week, she was pretty sure that she needed to get herself off this planet. One way or another. Cal would never forgive her if she let something bad happen to herself.
So she was going into business. Well... somewhat. Her advertisement had been vague at best. She'd used friends on Coruscant, people she knew, contacts, and they had put in touch with the 'right' people. What she wanted to do was highly illegal. But if they succeeded...

Well, the credits would be more than enough to keep fuel in the ship. That was all she wanted, really. Just the credits.

And one heck of an adventure.

She sat alone at a table in the middle of Nameless, her favorite Cantina on Coruscant. The time was 8:58. It was almost time. If they all showed, then she could put them to work. If not....

Well, then she'd have to keep looking.


[member="Thryykarr"] [member="Tobias Ross"] [member="Seras Goto"] [member="Rayl Wilded"]

 

[Doctor Azure]

[member="Zandra Fenni"] Thryk flew the fighter he had hijacked down onto the promenade of Coruscant. He simply landed there, not bothered that the ship would be impounded. Not really his problem.

He walked towards the Nameless. Why it was named 'nameless', Thryk had no idea, but what the hell, go with the flow, he guessed.

 

[Seras Goto]

[member="Zandra Fenni"]

Seras had been interested mainly because traveling would give her a chance to lay low and just veg out. That a ship wanted a medic meant she could get paid for covering and doing what she enjoyed. Finding ways to be inhumane as the Garhoon entered the cantina and her raspy breathing in the suit brought her some attention but not enough. She wasn't public, only two jedi had ever seen her, seen her work might be a different story but aside from the Fels who were gone no one had really directly confronted her. Now she was looking around the cantina and moving to take a seat while tucking her curly hair under the shawl.

 

[Gavin XIII]

Grissa leaped between buildings, over and occasionally onto passing airspeeders. She had heard something about a captain who needed a crew. Work was a good way to keep the total aimlessness caused by being in stasis for a few centuries at bay.

She saw a figure whose head was covered in a black shawl, and a Wookie in Mandalorian armor. They were headed the same place she was: into the Nameless Cantina.

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Seras Goto"] [member="Thryykarr"]

Ahh Coruscant, not as nice since the Sith took it. Occupation kills the life in worlds. So much better when you can just make the planet join your side with mutually beneficial treaties and being hero's to them. It wasn't about the money for them he figured, just power. Rayl rolled down the underground like a... hardcore criminal that he was. Looking for this cantina Zandra asked him to come to with an offer. While vague, his sources linked her to the Suns, and that was enough to convince him to come. Security was a nightmare on this world. Checks everywhere. And not like he had his super special privilege anymore. Accompanied by that he was running low key here made for a longer trip. Rayl's head swiveled around, this was the right neighborhood. The addresses were right. Reading them as he went along he came to a sudden stop. The numbers went 243 77c-66 to 243 77c-68. Where was 67? Rayl scratched his helmet in a light spell of confusion. That is until he got to looking behind him, sticking out like a sore thumb was the right place. Well, one with criminal knowledge it stuck out anyways.

With a grip of the handle and a push of the shoulder he forced the door open to the cantina. An immediate wall of smoke and debauchery struck his body. He was thankful for wearing a sealed helmet. Quite a few of the patrons looked his way. The red photoreceptors drew him out of the clouds easily. "Your looking at trouble. Best you get back to your drinks fellows". His hand pulled back the old duster he wore to show off a few guns. It did the trick as they all turned away. Rayl continued on past to the back of the establishment. His white clad contact sat amongst a woman wearing some breather mask and no others. "Well I made it Zandra". Rayl took a seat on the right side of the table and threw an arm over the bench chair.

 

[Doctor Azure]

[member="Rayl Wilded"]
Thryk watched Wilded walk in, standing off to the side in a way that allowed him to be ignored. He noticed a Falleen girl walk in behind the man who hid his face behind the red goggles. Noticed her, and then noticed the nice view he had when she was walking past him. He whistled under his breath.

He then noticed [member="Zandra Fenni"] sitting at a booth in the corner. He walked over casually, grinning past her as if he had seen an old friend. As he felt everybody turn away back to their drinks, he finally sat down in the booth.

"We waiting for anybody else?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

Daichi let out a sigh. Here he was, in this Nameless bar, completely out of place. He kept two pistols, one on his hip, the other slung under his arm. He waved through the bar, simply shaking his head as he went to meet the others.

"Aye, me. Here now though. Yet, couldn't you have picked a better place?"

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

As she was joined by those who would be her crew, Zandra grinned excitedly like a child. This was perfect. They were just the right amount of weird. Just the right amount of scoundrel. Just the right amount of criminal. Perfect.

She nodded at the woman as she sat down, waved at the masked man who called her by name, and turned to look directly at the wookiee as he spoke.

"We're expectin'..."
As if on cue, their engineer/scientist appeared. Zandra frowned for a moment at his comment about her favorite Cantina, but chose to ignore it for the time being.
"This guy, and someone named [member="Tobias Ross"]. He would be our pilot."

 

[Tobias Wraith]

Coruscant, Level 243
Nameless Cantina

[member="Zandra Fenni"] | [member="Daichi"] | [member="Thryykarr"] | [member="Rayl Wilded"] | [member="Grissa"] | [member="Seras Goto"]

As if on cue, said pilot appeared. It wasn't some amazing entrance to the bar, or to the team that was assembling in the cantina. No, this was simply Tobias being thrown out of the kitchen and onto the ground right in front of everyone. "Now, don't you ever try and cheat us during pazaak ever again!" A rather large finger belonging to a rather large man was pointing right at the man currently laying on his back. "Well, you know if your wife hadn't been batting eyes at me like that I wouldn't have cheated to win her for the night!" Even while laying there, one of his eyes black and blood running from his mouth, he was still as pompous as ever. "Why, I ought to cut your tongue out boy!" Looking around, he saw the rather large wookie he had run into on Nar Shadaa who had saved his skin.

"You really want to mess with that guy?" Mr. Ross motioned up towards the burly mammal, who also happened to be wearing beskar armor. "I, I uh," he stammered for the correct words as he comprehended the fact that he was being watched. "I don't want anymore trouble, but after tonight you aren't welcome here anymore." Standing to his feet as the man left, Tobias turned and looked at everyone there. Despite the fact that he was bleeding, he couldn't help but smile at everyone.

"So this is the group that all answered the ad right?"

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra grinned as her old friend Jaxton threw the man out of the kitchen screaming and pointing. Oh yes. Jax had a temper, and his wife was a floosey. And Zandra adored them both, but if there was one thing Jaxton hated, it was a cheater. Which of course, made her wonder how he could still be so attached to his wife? But that was none of her business.
Instead, Zandra just waved to the cook as he stormed back inside the kitchens, then turned to the latest arrival.

"Oooh, tough luck! Jaxton never forgets a face. If 'ee say's yer banned, then that's it! I'll talk to 'em later. See what I can do though."

She grinned and motioned for the new arrival to take her seat.

"Now, I think that's all, Let's see... nah. We're still waitin' on the cabinmaster, but eh. 'ee ain't gunna miss much."

She cracked her knuckles, stretched over her head and then nodded to the whole group

"Alright, to business! I think you all have a... vague idea why you;re here right?"
Zandra wasn;t even close to afraid of speaking openly of piracy here. Nobody would rat her out here/ They were all criminals too.
"We're all here cuz I won this in a game of Pazaak-" she held out a small dataship in between her fingers, "Anyone wanna guess what it is?"

[member="Tobias Ross"] Daichihttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3392-daichi/ Thryykarrhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5001-thryykarr/ Rayl Wildedhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2627-rayl-wilded/ Grissahttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5019-grissa/ Seras Gotohttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3225-seras-goto/

 

[Seras Goto]

Seras didn't turn her head as more arrived both because she wasn't interested and the suit wouldn't allow it while her eyes focused on the one who was to be their captain. She listened more to them speaking and watched when she brandished a datachip. "Interesting." Her voice came out more mechanical then even she liked at times and she tilted her head. "If it is the ship we're going to be on or the job your gathering us for... Not always smart to share. I have patched up others who have made some mistakes like that."

 

[Gorg]

Gorg had seen a poster, and beat a man with a stick until he read it to him, advertising that a pirate ship needed crew. He had no idea what a pirate was, and only vaguely knew what a ship was. It was those flying metal thingies, right? But, it was a job! Maybe they'd have food. So, The gammorean wandered in to the Nameless cantina, pulling at the door knob harshly. The door didn't open. He pulled harder, and the metal hinges of the door creaked, but did not open. Gorg snorted, and squinted at the bold print writing on the door. "PUSH". He had no idea what it meant. Maybe, he was supposed to pull harder? So the Gammorean grabbed the doorknob with both hands, and pulled with all his might. The glass door cracked and shattered, and Gorg was sent sprawling on his backside. A moment later, he scrambled to his feet, and walked in to the cantina, looking for the group of people. He shouted in the gammorean language, waving around the poster that advertised the need of a pirate crew.

<<"Who need Tuskers?! I Tusker! Who need crew Tuskers?!">>​

[member="Seras Goto"] | [member="Zandra Fenni"] | [member="Tobias Ross"] | [member="Daichi"] |[member="Thryykarr"] (Js but, Wookiees can't speak Galactic standard ) |[member="Rayl Wilded"] |

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Zandra threw the chip into the air careless as can be with a smile.
"Oh, I thought of that too. That's why I left the real one somewhere safe. I ain;t an idiot. But ah, I do like ta have a visual guide for what I'm talkin' about."

She opened her mouth to speak up again, but as she was about to explain further the sound of shattering glass caught her attention. Oh. And here was the cook. Finally. Her full crew.
"Over here! You're just in time!" she called, waving her arms frantically, before turning back to the crew, "Now here's what I got. When ya plug it into the nav computer, ya get these coordinates. Accordin' to the guy 'Ooo lost it ta me, s'posedly there's a temple waaayy out on one of the moons of Lego. Say's that you can only find if you have the exact coordinates. And inside is somethin' more valuable than the planet itself..."

She trailed off, casually playing with the chip between her fingers. She hoped this would hook them.

"Or if you'd prefer, we could just rob a bank or somethin'"

 

[Tobias Wraith]

Quite frankly, they were speaking his language. It wasn't the biggest secret in the galaxy that he wanted Silk to pay him more, hence why he was a smuggler on the side.

"When do we start?" Tobias was as blunt as he was brash and then he caught sight of what he was looking for. A waitress walked by, and he quickly took a drink right off the tray. "Thanks doll," then he flashed that million watt smile to her. Her look of disgust turned to a smile before he finally gave the table his attention again.

 

[Seris Vant]

[member="Tobias Ross"] [member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Gorg"]

Oddly he'd been silent spare his first greeting. This foray she proposed had him wondering. "Hold your roll there spacer". Rayl got a big distraction by the pig man breaking his way into the cantina. That pissed off the bartenders something fierce. But it wasn't his problem so he turned his head back to the group. "This temple is in the Iego System. That's Republic territory. Would my assumption be correct this valuable treasure is of a... Force nature"?

 

[Darth Ferus]

Daichi, who had been silent, spoke then. His voice came out soft, but his eyes were serious, focused. The mention of a force artifact was interesting enough for the scientists. His eyes drifted from each patron, mostly to the man dressed in the black armor. Odd man, one who would wear a gas mask, but what he said was enough.


"A force object? Very well, let us go claim that."

[member="Seras Goto"] [member="Gorg"] [member="Zandra Fenni"] [member="Tobias Ross"] [member="Rayl Wilded"]

 

[Gorg]

After engaging in a stomping and shouting match with the bar owner, Gorg wandred over to the table full of pirates, snorting and snuffling. He glanced around the various people for a moemnt, comepltely unsure of what to do. He didn't see any fungus to cook, or people to kill... Then he saw the wookiee. A giant Ropo! He never saw one so large! Gorg practically dived across the table, and was soon on the table on all fours, sniffing the wookie furiously. <<"Big Ropo! Good food! I cook you up fast!">> The gammorean smiled, and reached for teh long vibro-axe on his back. Although, he paused for a moment, looking to the girl that seemed to be the leader. He glanced at the captain, then at the wookiee, obviously asking for permission before beginnig to cook what he deemed a perfect meal. Such a large Ropo! After all,w asn't that why he was here? To cook food, of course! Which means he had to kill the Ropo first... The Gammorean reached for his vibro-axe, snorting questioningly again at the girl.

[[OOC:: Sorry for the typos, it's midnight...]]

@Daichi @Rayl Wilded [member="Tobias Ross"] [member="Zandra Fenni"]

 

[Doctor Azure]

Thryk stared at the Gammorean, who was clearly hungry or something, and nodded. "Iego sounds like a fun mark. Oughta be a bit of a challenge, anyway."

 

[Gavin XIII]

Grissa didn't know where Iego was, but it sounded like a job, so she simply agreed. "That sounds like fun" she guessed.

And if it didn't involve force-users, it actually might be. Because a Force user of any kind.... Could cause her to lose the job, because she would cause them to lose their head, most likely.

 

[Seras Goto]

More valuable then Iego itself? Iego held little value except to those who feared death, well there was the never having to eat thing as well that might appeal to the skinny ones. Or to them with the look of their new cook as her eyebrows rose in surprise and interest. "Intriguing, it has been awhile since I was on Iego's moons." A small mechanical laugh came out while she finally took in the looks of the others and if this wasn't a motley crew she didn't know what would be.