Private Filling the Books

["Bloody" Bill Renfroe]

Crew of the Devil's Reach​

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As the ship put in at a seedy spaceport, "Bloody" Bill set off to the local bar to grab a drink see about finding Ruffins worthy of fill empty spots in the crew as he swaggered to the bar the music and gangsters and other disreputable types like himself, gambling, space trades, and a gambit or other illicit activity was taking place, he made to bar order a bottle a room scan bar to smoky, scum fill bar looking for potential candidates to fill his crew. A female in pink Mandoloridan armor, A female Shistavanen, a sinister-looking Twi'lek strange as it was, and a human male ex-military type by the look of him. ~good as start as any.~ he thought himself and subtle inquiries about all to the other patrons of the bar trying to gain information of their skill, abilities, and reputation.

Saija Kwann Shai Maji Kat'ra Smart Vors Trench

 

[Saija Kwann]

"Bloody" Bill Renfroe

... subtle inquiries about all to the other patrons of the bar trying to gain information of their skill, abilities, and reputation.

Your informant tells you, "Her? Saija Kwann used to be one of the hottest dancers in the entire sector...oh, yeah, right not those skills."

When he gets his mind out of the gutter, he adds, "She doesn't look it, but Saija over there is a real gearhead and chip-brain. She's done jobs for Darkwire and the Bounty Hunter's Guild. If you need to bypass a security system or need somebody good with hardware, you can't go wrong with her."

 

[Shai Maji]

Shai sat in the seedy bar, minding her own business from the most part. She had a number of things on her mind as she stared into her pint of beer. Some of it was personal, but majority of it had to do with her last job and the unpleasant turn it took towards the end.

Her attention was drawn to the door when a man wandered in. Whether it was his atture or the way he carried himself, she wasn't sure, but she didn't exactly like the look of him. Taking another swig of her mug, she watched him from the corner of her eye as he studied the place and started to ask a bunch of people some stuff. From the glances he directed at her and a few other individuals, he was likely asking people about them.

Whether or not it was a good thing, she wasn't a usual sight in this place. She rarely did business in this area, so she had some anonymity around her mug. As she glanced around, she took note of another Mando who the new arrival also checked out. She let out a grunt as she rose from her seat with her beer in hand and sat down across the Mando. <"Not sure if you noticed, but that dude's been checking you, me and a few others out. Whaddya think? Potential job or someone who needs a bolt in the head?"> she asked in Mando'a with a casual smirk as if they were old friends. Being dressed up in cargo pants and a tank top, she didn't exactly look like a Mando. Though she knew the lingo would quickly solve that issue.

"Bloody" Bill Renfroe Saija Kwann Kat'ra Smart Vors Trench

 

[Vors Trench]

Vors took another swig from his beer as he raised a questioning eyebrow at the man who had waltzed over to his booth.
"How much for the job?" This was more a rhetorical question than anything, to see if the informant even had any answer. Right now, Vors would take the job even if it meant he only received 1 credit. He needed all the money he could get. "Two-hundred or more, mister." The informant responded curtly. "This job, is it..."
Vors scanned around the bar, no prying eyes looked in his direction, only patrons enjoying their drinks, completely unaware, or uncaring of the interaction taking place next to them.
Vors still lowered his voice, you could never be too careful. "Illegal?" The man's eyes widened, as if Vors had just announced their criminal intent to the entire galaxy. "Y-you... well y'see the thing is- it's j-ju-"
The man began to sputter, but Vors waved a hand dismissively at him, and cut him off.
"Gahh- it don' matter anyway. I need all the money I can get. Regardless of the job's legality. You got yourself a deal, tell your friend I'm in." Vors outstretched a large hand, and the informant shook it violently with great excitement.
"Thanks mister! I'll go tell him right away!"
The man wheeled around and walked towards the criminal type leaning against the bar. Vors turned back to his drink, and leaned on the table, shaking his head and sighing. "What did I just get myself into..."

"Bloody" Bill Renfroe Saija Kwann Kat'ra Smart Vors Trench

 

["Bloody" Bill Renfroe]

The crew of The Devil's Reach

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After getting the information on 3 of four the people that caught his eye he decided to start with Mando and the Shistavanen as there now sitting together and appeared to known each other, he made over their table his roughish swagger and devilish grin and said "Pardon me intrusion lasses but would either of ya be interested and long term job, with very lucrative pay, filled with adventurer and danger." his accent was a mix of outer with just a subtle touch, High Nelvaanian, as waited for their answer his right hand grasping his electro cutlass should the encounter go sideways, as subtly scanned to the room again keeping mental notes of goings-on that caught attention such a very nervous informant. "Excuse for a moment while you think it over I see an old friend I need to catch up, be back in half a parsec." he as tipped his cocked brimmed feather hat and make his back to over to bar, was subtly but firmly grasped the informant on the shoulder pulled him close and "long time no friend!" before the man could say a word Blood bill leaned in whispered, "Listen close If I don't your answer I'm gonna run ya through right here." subtly testing to his cutlass "whats your interested in him?" he said as clast glance toward Vors Trench. " I...I...I was paid to contract him for jobe, be...nee...need more mussel."

"you're gonna go tell you, boss, he declined and we work for Captain Bloody Bill Renfroe., no get be I change me mind." he nodded and ran out of the bar as fast as could, he returned to the table with the pink Mando and the Shistavanen "Well, ladies have ya though over me offer?" as spoked he radiated charms, confidence, and hint of danger.

Kat'ra Smart Shai Maji

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[Vors Trench]

Vors watched as the informant hurriedly ran out of the bar, talking to a clearly angry man who had accosted him. Vors sighed as he watched the informant leave. "And there goes my chance at employment. Damnit..." Vors hung his head and slowly rose to his feet as he walked over to the bar. He leaned on the table and waited for the Rodian bartender to finish cleaning a glass, and he cast a blue-eyed gaze at Vors. "Welcome to Jeb's Tavern what can I- oh, it's you."
"Yeah. Listen, all the jobs I been looken' for turn up empty. That one just did too." Vors said as he cocked his head at where "Bloody" Bill Renfroe was sitting talking to Shai Maji and Kat'ra Smart. "So, you got anyone who's looking for someone to employ?" "Yep. There's a factory just opened down the street that way." Jeb pointed left.
"They looking for people that need work, since you cant have much of a factory without workers. It's back-breaking work from what I hear, carrying crates and shit. But it'll pay good, I think." "Thanks man."
"Aye, no problem."
Vors rose from the bar as he sauntered over to the door, opening it, his eyes nearly blinded by the sudden ingress of light.
Vors again sighed, as he stuck his hands in his pockets and walked in the direction of the smoke-stacks rising over the roofs of the city. "Probably pays 12 credits a goddamn hour... As opposed to 200. I'll be a rich man in about 100 years." Vors chuckled to himself. Vors stopped, and sat down, leaning against a large wall, watching the people go by, people with jobs, homes, families, places to be. Unlike him. "I could beg on the street.... I could shine shoes..." Vors groaned as he rolled his neck. "Who am I kiddin'? I need that job..."
"Bloody" Bill Renfroe Shai Maji Kat'ra Smart Saija Kwann