Forming a Crew (pm/invite]

[Holden Tark]

Ord Vaxal, home to one of many various shadowports all throughout the galaxy. Holden had made it a point to know where they were in case he needed to hide out at any given moment, in case he salvaged something that was highly illegal. Well, most of the jobs he took were not illegal per se, but sometimes left someone very unhappy.

Today he wasn't hiding out. No, he had a different reason for being here. Recently, he had returned from tatooine where his impromptu salvage job had gained him an extra passenger on his ship. [member="Wyla Endeel"] wasn't just an extra mouth to feed, but a cyborg that had opted to join him on his trek through the galaxy in order to salvage items of high value. Her skills had come in handy already, and showed Holden the value of having a crew he could call on for larger jobs.

Shadowports were the best places to find people just waiting for work. Sure there was the usual low life, but weren't they all. Sabacc Dens, liquor, spice, anything to be a diversion from the troubles caused in space, all of it could be found in one such shadowport. Hopefully Wyla wouldn't be overloaded by the amount of activity in the place, especially since she would see things which her mind would have a difficult time processing, like why certain women were dragging men off to private rooms and such. There was a lot to take in.

"If it's too much for you, let me know, and we'll get you back to the ship. In the meantime, we're just going to find a table, and wait. There will be people willing to take up the ad we put out. An actual crew! This should be fun."

[member="Lok Jorunn"] | [member="Audrey Vicxine"] | [member="Morgan Redeaux"] | [member="Wyla Endeel"] | [member="Kat'ra Smart"]

 

[Wyla Endeel]

Wyla followed along, keeping Holden in her sight as she walked along. This Shadowport was a new experience indeed. There was much to see, and she was trying her best to stay focused. It wouldn’t do either of them any good if she got lost in a place so foreign to her. Wyla herself had not been a salvaged good, but now a traveling companion and part of his crew. It seemed that turning over her old life pod had been a fair trade, after all, she was awake now and no longer had need of it. She was thankful for the new found friend she’d found in Holden.

The cyborg had taken to her new clothing quite well, feeling that she fit in with the crowd now. She was especially fond of her brown leather boots that came up to the knee. The rest of her clothing was quite simple; slim tawny trousers, a light blue cotton shirt and a fitted leather jacket. She continued along, eyes honing in on various seedy characters, watching their every moments, some of which she did not understand. However, she found it fascinating nonetheless.

“Understood.” Wyla nodded, though her attention was elsewhere. Her dark eyes were constantly shifting focus and attempting to analyze her surroundings.

[member="Holden Tark"]| [member="Lok Jorunn"] | [member="Audrey Vicxine"] | [member="Morgan Redeaux"] | [member="Kat'ra Smart"]

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan Redeaux was on Ord Vaxel mostly for the same reason as Holden Tark and his cyborg colleague were there. She was hoping to book passage with a salvage crew where she could assist with the operation and locate and collect old droid parts, mechanical relics and perhaps an entire vintage droid in good working condition.

Morgan was a protocol droid herself – an HRD to be exact. She presently worked for Hegemonic Automaton on Lianna as the Chief of Security. But she had the weekend off, and in her spare time she repaired old droids. Engineering skills weren’t inherently built into her programming, unlike combat routines, her bio and truth-scan modules and other enhancements which made her quite a valuable resource. She just enjoyed tinkering around with droids almost like a doctor enjoys to study bones and anatomy. There was something comforting about digging up her ancestry as it were, and it gave her more insight into who she was. Even if she had been built in a workshop.

Her employer Gerion Ardik wouldn’t approve of her hobby at all and would call it a folly, so she kept these activities quiet from him. It wasn’t as if she was a proponent of mechanical rights, but Ardik would most likely warn her that this type of fervent curiosity of her origins would only lead to bad things for a droid.

Morgan walked into the dark shadowport and her eyes glowed blue for a moment as she activated her vision scan module in order to see better. She looked around and finally spied two individuals that seemed to fit the description of the ad for a salvaging crew. This was as always the hard part - should she tell them she was a mechanical or not? Mr. Ardik would say "absolutely not" but Morgan figured she was of more use to the crew if they knew that she was not only capable of translating over six million different languages, but that she could also tell if someone was lying with her truth-scan module.

They would see a petite blonde woman approaching, wearing a brown jacket, shorts and heels.

Spoiler

Morgan had brought along a light suit of armor just in case the elements were not conducive to her civilian clothing. Not to mention a blaster and a vibrodagger for self-defense. But those were tucked away with her belongings. She stopped in front of the pair and said, "My name is Morgan Redeaux. I hear you are hiring a salvage crew." She wasn't sure if the man or the woman were in charge so she waited for a response.

[member="Holden Tark"]| [member="Lok Jorunn"] | [member="Audrey Vicxine"] | [member="Wyla Endeel"] | [member="Kat'ra Smart"]

 

[Holden Tark]

"Yup..." he said looking up to the blonde who seemed to be dressed casually, but a bit too dressed for a salvaging crew. She was a professional of some kind. "You looking to join up. have a seat and we'll go over the particulars. I'm letting you know up front this is all take it or leave it. Not gonna negotiate anything more or less into the deal."

If she was okay with that, then she'd have a seat. Holden wasn't sure she was a droid yet, but Wyla would be certain to notice right away. She had that thing she could do with her fingers to detect certain things. Maybe that was how she could tell, maybe it wasn't. Either way, it was good to have [member="Wyla Endeel"] with him.

Holden was hoping more would show, but he called a server over anyway. Like any crew, they'd have to drink on whatever deal they came to. A bottle of whiskey was ordered and a number of shot glasses. Hopefully it all worked out. He needed several spots filled. Potentially one of them was already filled.

[member="Morgan Redeaux"] | [member="Lok Jorunn"] | [member="Kat'ra Smart"] | [member="Audrey Vicxine"]

 

[Wyla Endeel]

Wyla sat quietly at the table her attention getting lost in the sea of Shadowport patrons. Her fingers began to strum lightly against the wood of the table and she looked down at them. The magnetic implants in her ring fingers and thumbs were beginning to tingle, activating her ‘sixth sense’. It was a curious sensation. It was a somewhat normal occurrence, as magnetic fields were everywhere, but this time she knew it was not a power supply or the presence of a large magnet itself. This was different, and it was moving towards them, the tingling became stronger.

The cyborg’s eyes turned upwards to see a woman with light hair standing in front of them; she listened as the Morgan inquired about their salvage crew. Wyla blinked a few times, trying to connect the pieces. Of course this newcomer was the source, but was she a droid or fellow cyborg? After Holden had extended an invitation for Morgan to sit with them, Wyla turned to her.

“You are… mechanical?” She asked tilting her head to the side.

[member="Holden Tark"] | [member="Morgan Redeaux"] | [member="Lok Jorunn"] | [member="Kat'ra Smart"] | [member="Audrey Vicxine"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

What was a salvaging crew without their oh-so lovable mangy mutt? It would have no life, no character, and nobody to save their shebs once the dung hit the fan. Of course it was customary for said individual to be a little rough around the edges, to tote double-barreled weapons, and drink whiskey more than a connoisseur. He was your stereotypical fellow who liked nothing more than stirring a ruckus and earning some sweet cash while doing what he loved - sticking it to the One Sith and finding lots of interesting things to collect or sell.

Luckily, there was a guy in town who liked to do just that. Lok had been searching around for a good while to find a nice expedition and go huntin' for some good loot or salvage, pretty much whatever looked shiny or seemed to be worth a lot. Starship and droid parts were always the best, in his own opinion.

The pirate took a drag from the cigarra held between his lips before smoothly gliding on over to the odd assortment of crewers, mechanical women, and otherwise unsavory individuals. Shadowports often offered the strangest variety of beings and Lok himself was one of them. "Hey," another drag from the cigarra. "You fine ladies an' gents still lookin' for some company up in the stars?" He pulled the paper shaft away with an index and middle finger, stuffing his other hand deep into the pockets of his cargo trousers.

[member="Holden Tark"], [member="Morgan Redeaux"], [member="Wyla Endeel"]

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Morgan nodded and took a seat. When the female of the duo asked if she was a mechanical, she looked at the woman with an amused grin. “Why yes, how did you know?”

The HRD herself activated her circuitry scan module and her Doppraymagno scanner both of which again would cause her eyes to glow an irredescant blue, just for a moment. These upgrades would scan for cybernetic implants and also for irregularities in droids. As Wyla Endeel had been able to detect that Morgan was a droid, the HRD in turn was able to figure out that part of this salvage crew was also mechanical. Not all of her though. There were organic components in there somewhere.

She furrowed her brow, and while it may have looked as though she were rudely giving the brunette cyborg the once-over like a leering lothario, she was in reality, finishing up her scan. While it was hospitable that whiskey shots were now offered to the table by the one named Holden Tark, Morgan had no need for liquids and left her glass on the table untouched.

Suddenly another potential crew member came up to the table, smoking a cigarra. Morgan scanned him as well but he was all biological. At least upon an initial investigation. She shifted her seat over slightly to the right, so he could join them at the table.

[member="Holden Tark"] [member="Wyla Endeel"] [member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[KitKat]

Kat'ra needed to find some type of work. A shadow port seemed like the best place to do that. The young teenager was sitting at a table, watching the interactions between a few people and the captain who was adverting his need for a crew. A few people had already sat down at the table and seemingly the captain was waiting for interested parties to take a seat before he explained everything.

Kat'ra decided to join them. She pulled out her chair and took a seat silently, watching as the mechanical ladies shared info with each other. She wasn't the most bubbly and talkative person at first, but she had a lot of skills that a salvaging crew might need. Besides she needed to figure out a way to keep eating. Running away from home tended to increase the appetite and decrease the pantry.

[member="Morgan Redeaux"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Wyla Endeel"] [member="Holden Tark"]

 

[Wyla Endeel]

A small smile appeared on the cyborg’s face as Morgan confirmed that she was mechanical. “You generate a magnetic field.” Wyla started, she then held up her hand, touching her ring finger lightly to her thumb. “I can sense them.” Came her simple answer. While she was now able to refrain from referring to herself in the third person, it was best for her to keep her words concise and straight forward in order to keep from getting confused. Her cognitive functions were still in the process of being restored. While her dark black gaze may have appeared quite blank, she was indeed very curious. Wyla watched as Morgan’s eyes seemed to glow for a moment; perhaps she now knew that she was in the presence of a cyborg.

Her attention shifted as a man approached their table, one that looked like he had simply appeared out of the crowd of rough Shadowport patrons. As Wyla compared him to Holden, it did seem that this new arrival looked more weathered. However, she wasn’t able to make a further assessment, as a young woman had just taken a seat silently at their table. She seemed to be watching them, but had yet so speak up. It seemed that Wyla would meet many new people this day, a glimmer of a thought that was exciting.

[member="Morgan Redeaux"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Holden Tark"] [member="Kat'ra Smart"]

 

[Holden Tark]

"Well this is shaping up nicely," Tark said as he looked at the variety around the table. He didn't even bat an eye at the young blonde that joined them as well. She was welcome as long as it didn't cause Holden any trouble. The gruff male, he would certainly cause trouble, but nothing Holden couldn't handle. It was interesting that the mechanical women had found each other out. Perhaps this was a good thing. Wyla needed companionship with one similar to her, and while Holden was trying to be a good friend, there was only so much he could relate to. He found himself caring for the cyborg in a way he didn't he could when she had agreed to travel with him. He was... protective in a sense.

"Might as well get things started, anyone else who comes is just going to be late, or sorry out of luck."

Holden pulled out a sheet of flimsiplast which had contracted numbers on it. Each stood for the ammount certain jobs on the list were, and how the credits would be split. Naturally since Holden was providing the ship he was taking the largest sum. There was also an option for the crew to get paid in goods which they could in turn sell if they didn't want the credits. Most of the list was not negotiable, but let them look over it.

"Before we get into any particulars about who does what, this is pay scale, mostly non-negotiable. Any questions? If not then why don't you each tell me what you're good at, and what you bring to the table."

[member="Wyla Endeel"] | [member="Kat'ra Smart"] | [member="Morgan Redeaux"] | [member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

Seeing as the only responses seemed to be a few nods from the mechanical women, Lok gave a mournful look at the lack of attention and took the final hit from his cigarra before stamping it out with a Bloodwalker boot. The pirate fingered at something awfully suspicious upon his gunbelt before taking the offered seat right next to [member="Morgan Redeaux"] with a heavy sigh, propping his elbows up on the table to peer at the rest of this motley crew.

Then came the rules - there were always rules.

"Well, pal, I want starship and droid parts." He pointed at the pretty, organized paychart or whatever it was. "If you can ensure that I get priority to those things if and when we come across 'em, I'm sold. Other than that, I can supply my own necessities and weaponry should the need arise." He wanted another cigarra.

"Oh, and I'm good at flying and fixing things. From protocol droids and Event Horizon engines to vibrotechnology and broken hearts - I can fix it all." Lok grinned wryly.

[member="Holden Tark"], [member="Wyla Endeel"], [member="Kat'ra Smart"], [member="Morgan Redeaux"]

 

[KitKat]

These are not the droids you are looking for

 

[KitKat]

Kat'ra glanced over the chart once, committing it to memory. Tor teased her for the eidetic memory but it came in useful sometimes. She didn't see a problem with the way things were displayed. Truthfully the young girl didn't have a lot of options right now. This was the best offer she'd come across in a while. She'd already tried applying for a first mate job, but the captain had taken the word mate a little too seriously for her liking. This group seemed better.

"Slicing, electronics, explosives, and I can track." She answered the question, meeting the captains eye for a moment and then moodily looking around the bar instead. If she could avoid blowing this by sounding too much like a kid then it might work out. She had talents, yes, but most people didn't want to deal with teenage hormones and mood swings. The less she talked the better.

[member="Lok Jorunn"]
[member="Holden Tark"], [member="Wyla Endeel"], , [member="Morgan Redeaux"]

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

The fact that there was another mechanical on board was very exciting for Morgan. Sure she was used to being around droids all day - she worked at a droid factory and most of her closest colleagues were droids. But they were not mechanicals with this level of sapience. There would be plenty of time to get to know what the cyborg was made of and what were her exact program specifications later on the trip. That kind of conversation would give the two something with which to pass the time.

What did each of them bring to the table? When it was Morgan's turn to answer, she spoke in clear, unaccented Basic: "I'm a highly advanced HRD, class three protocol droid with a mastery of over six million languages, a bio-scanner to detect organic medical problems, a circuitry scanner to identify abnormalities in droids or cyber-enhancements, I can detect certain types of poison, especially toxic gasses. I am trained in almost any type of combat, including k'Jtari . Most weapons too." She paused for a moment to think of what else she needed to tell them. Morgan wouldn't normally expose this much information about herself but she wanted the salvage crew, especially the foreman to know what she was capable of.

"I am also able to tell if any of your crew here or anyone we encounter on our journey is lying, about to double-cross you or looking to swindle you, Mr. Holden, because I have a truth-scan module which works a little like a lie detector. And finally, like Ms. Smart I am an excellent slicer."

She looked at the rugged man with the tousled blonde hair who sat next to her and added, "I also on the hunt for droids or droid parts."

[member="Holden Tark"] [member="Wyla Endeel"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Kat'ra Smart"]

 

[Wyla Endeel]

Wyla sat patiently, listening to each prospective crew member list their skillsets. It seemed that this crew would be skilled at fixing things; surely this would be a benefit to a salvage crew. Each person had something unique to bring to the crew, and she was interested to see them in action. Her interest remained with Morgan; it was clear that she was highly skilled. The cyborg was hopeful that Morgan may be able to provide her with assistance concerning her own functions. It seemed perhaps it was her turn to introduce herself and speak about her skills.

“I am Wyla, friend of Holden.” She started, eyes flickering to each person. “I am learning to fly the ship. Also, I provide support where needed.” At this point in time she wasn’t fully aware of her skills, it would take time for her to discover what talents she had. In the meantime, she hoped to learn a bit from each new crew member in order to supplement her current abilities. Wyla appreciated the fact that Holden had taken her into his care and allowed her passage upon his ship; she did not wish to become a burden.

She sat back casually in her chair and waited to see how Holden and the others would proceed.

[member="Morgan Redeaux"], [member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Holden Tark"], [member="Kat'ra Smart"]