[Freg's List]Looking for Crew, Have Money, Will Pay

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

A lopsided grin temporarily graced her lips as he stepped back from the refresher. Even without the force, she could could see his uncertainty in his actions. "Don't be shy, sweetpie. I've got some suspicions about that smell." She found herself on her knees again, squishing between the wall and the back of the toilet. She pried open a floor-panel with a twist and creak.

She lowered herself further on the floor and reached an arm down into the piping. "I ain't no plumber but let's see if....would you flush this for me?"

Neck craned from her stretched-out position to Flint and then over to the handle just out of reach. Unfortunately for them both, as soon as Flint hit the handle, a bright blue liquid would squirt from the piping to drench them both, well within the splash-zone.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

Flint got a bit closer once he realized it was safe and all, and watched as Kitt went to work on the refresher, taking apart this and that and trying to find a solution, before reaching and arm into the piping. He was beginning to wonder if he needed to reinforce most of the hull considering how quickly she could get in and out of the ship. After finding what she was looking for she asked if he could flush the refresher for her.

"Yeah, gimme a second." He said before backing up and putting the box of pie down in the next room, unwilling to take the pie, even boxed, into the refresher room. From there he came in and confidently flushed the fresher, to be showered in bright blue . . . stuff. Spitting a bit behind Kitt to get the karking stuff out of his mouth he looked at her with a dismayed face, then cringed a bit into a smile.

"Well." He said with a bit of a pause. "I kept your pie safe." He finished shrugging his shoulders, looking for something to be happy about.




Thankfully Flint's interview with [member="Catherine Maxwell"] was tomorrow, and he'd have a long session with a sanistream beforehand.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

Kitt Solo - Force Master, Dragon Rider, Bounty Hunter, Fringe Ex-High Council Member, Lover of Bearded Men - squealed as the blue and foul smelling liquid hit her face and soaked through her hair. "Son of a bantha-KRIFF!" Stretching her arm through the panel with a hydro-wrench she tightened one of the pipes. The blue spray went from a roar to a trickle before it finally stopped.

She sputtered and finally looked up, sliding the panel back into place.

"Well, that's something," she referred to the safety of the pie and finally pulled off a crooked grin to match his own. Pulling up the hem of her shirt, she dried her face before letting it fall back down. "I hope you have another refresher 'cause this one's gonna need a lot of lovin' but the priority for these parts is probably down on this list."

These models usually did, so she wasn't too worried. Her grin widened as she carefully stepped across the wet-slicked floor. Hopefully the sanistream worked 'cause they both were in dire need of one.

"This how all your interviews go?"

She couldn't remember the last time she had an interview, let alone one where she got the potential employer soaked with refresher fluid. She was bettin' she tanked it pretty hard by now. Whatever happened, she was thankful it got her mind off much graver things even if only for a little while.

As if to reflect her inner musings, her smile faltered.

 

[Flint Michigan]

"Yeah, we've got another one on the other side that's a bit more . . . co-operative than this one." He said, as the two slipped and slid on their way out of the 'fresher room.

"This how all your interviews go?" Kitt asked, and Flint put out a laugh.


"Only if I'm lucky." He replied, as he began flicking off refresher fluid here and there, looking over to see the lady's smile waning a bit. "So we're covered in . . . stuff, and I've got the one sanistream and no clothes that'll fit ya. How about you head on home and get a nice sanistream going. If you still want the job I'll head over and help you carry your things over to the ship, and if not, I'll head over and drop your pie off. I'd imagine you'd like it cold over dirty." He said with a bit of a smile.

"Are you ready to travel the stars Kitt?"


[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

What?! Did Flint Michigan just offer her the job? She didn't know if he was crazy for it or if she was more crazy for seriously considering it. She tried to make sure her mouth didn't drop open too much.

For first impressions he seemed like a solid guy even if his lines were taken directly from a pre-color holovid.

Her faltering smile turned into a full-on grin. "I'm all in." She extended a refresher and grease covered hand to shake his. "And don't worry about helpin.' I travel light - a one bag kinda girl. How about I come back here in a few hours?"

 

[Flint Michigan]

The refresher'n'grease covered hand of Kitt Solo was quickly met with his own, and the shared a firm, if oddly slippery handshake. "Sounds great Kitt." he replied. One bag girl, that was odd. Guess she really did want to get the heck outta dodge. "I'll clean up and fire up some synthsteak to go along with the pie and then I'll show you your quarters." He said, with a smile as he walked Kitt to the loading bay.

"See you soon." He opened the loading ramp and watched her head off, before turning back and attending to an urgent meeting with the sanistream. After that was the matter of putting on a clean set of clothes, getting the Synthsteak cooking, and dealing with that mess. Hopefully with a mechanic in tow he'd have to deal with problems like this less. Unless he were to crash and break stuff like that again, but that kind of thing was extremely unlikely.


[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Tiam Bai]

[member="Flint Michigan"]


Tiam Bai's fine brows knitted in concentration as she browsed the HoloNet terminal at a public cafe. Caf rested in one hand, steaming liquid rising from the warm,white mug. Screen flickered in front of her as she searched for the next great 'adventure' in her life. The Pantoran woman had recently had her contract ended with a large freighting company. Not her fault. Company downsized and now she was no longer needed. No matter, cruising the Core on a daily basis had grown a bit tiresome. Nothing but crates and boxes to keep her company. Well, there had been some crew. No exactly the most talkative or trustworthy bunch.


Eyeing the listing, Bai wasn't sure what to apply for. Co-pilot? She could fly but was no ace. Security? Nope. Great with a gun, she wasn't about to get shot up over a shipment of My Little Ropo toys. Slender blue fingers tapped on the keyboard for a long moment, thinking. It wouldn't hurt to reply. The words 'no' rarely hurt someone, especially coming from a HoloNet terminal.


Salutations Mr. Michigan ,

I have noticed your job posting on Freg's List. It seems you are in need of a crew with knowledge of this great universe. No doubt you have filled these positions on your list or have several sentients in mind. I suspect they are all highly qualified. I am writing to inquire if you have a different, unadvertised listing? I have been working for Core Distribution and Supply for nearly two years now. I know my way around a crate and am not afraid to get my hands dirty -- literally and figuratively. If you are looking for a box monkey, I may be the right woman for the job.


Sincerely,

Tiam Bai



Hitting send, Bai picked up her caf once more. Box monkey was a much lower title than she had before. However, she didn't need any lapses in work -- or payment. Anything to get back in the skies for a few months. After all, it may well bring in her contact with a bigger, better job.

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

With freshly-dried hair, her clean-self sporting a fresh set of clothes wandered back to the crappy-looking freighter. Two hands gripped the straps to a large black duffle bag as she shuffled up the open ramp. A pack slung lopsidedly off her shoulder, in danger of teetering off.

Okay, so she was really a two-bag kinda girl.

She paused halfway up the ramp and kicked the back of her booted-heel against the inside hull's side. "Permission to come aboard?" Freckle-nose twitched, picking up on a smell that was certainly not sewer. "There's already a better smell in here, Flint."

 

[Catherine Romanov]

After a good round of drinks at the local cantina, and a good nights rest in the Coronet Arms Hotel, it was finally time. Catherine walked over to the Coronet City Spaceport. Flint would be meeting her in Dock 27.

She strolled to the meeting point, helmet under arm, walking lesiurely as she took in the sight of spaceport workers and passengers going about their daily tasks. Having reached the location early, she leaned casually back on the wall beside the entrance to Dock 27, and lighted up a cigarette.

Might as well take a puff while I wait.

[member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Flint Michigan]

By chance while Flint had a spare minute between cooking food and cleaning he checked his holomails to find yet another response to his Freg's List ad. Funny how he thought he'd be desperate for replies and yet here he was, mechanic hired three days later, interviews lined up and replies still coming in. He'd have to remember to use Freg's List again later. This one wasn't yet another "Co-pilot or Security" job, but instead a [member="Tiam Bai"] who advertised themselves as a "box monkey". Hmmmmm. I may know how to pilot a ship, but I don't exactly know the ends and odds of the shipping business just yet, and if I hire one of these people as a security and co-pilot than I can hire this lady to help out on the business, maybe teach her some flying if need be. Getting out his datapad he began to type up a response.


Dear Ms Bai

I can't say that "Box Monkey" was something I was looking for or expecting when I put up my ad, but you make a convincing argument with your experience, and many of my applicants are comfortable picking up multiple jobs. While I can't promise a position at the moment I'd love to see what you can offer to the crew and meet you in person. I'll be in Corellia conducting an interview tomorrow and after that I can travel and meet you wherever you prefer. Whatsay we meet for an interview in three days?

-Flint Michigan




Once that was done he continued mopping and disposing of 'fresher fluid, gradually removing some of the smell that had permeated in the air before. It began to smell better and better as he finished the job, and the smell of synthsteak began to flow through the air. Setting the table he headed over to see [member="Kitt Solo"] was untrue to her word, bringing two(!!!!) bags rather than one.

"I find good food makes everything better, even smells." He said before putting a hand on the bag that looked to be falling off Kitt's shoulder. "Though I'm sure you'll have enough time to learn to love, than hate, and the love synthsteak and protatoes again. And again." He joked as he came in and lead her to the table. "Your quarters are right past that hallway. Feel free to do whatever you like to it, though you might be getting a roommate tomorrow. Have an interview with a mandalorian woman. Feel free to join in if you like." He said, and depending on her actions he'd either sit and eat or follow behind her to place her bag in her quarters.





The Next Day


After an . . . interesting night with his new mechanic Kitt Flint was out and about Dock 27, looking around for the Mandalorian woman [member="Catherine Maxwell"]. He was hoping this would go well, because if she could really fill in as as co-pilot and security that would allow him to hire on a "box monkey" and still keep to his initial decision of hiring three crew members. Looking around while eating a little bit of leftovers from last night's meal he spotted Catherine leaning against a wall and lighting a cigarette. At least, he thought it was Catherine. He could tell she was a mandalorian by her armor and the helmet she carried and there could only be so many female Mandalorians running around Corellia at Coronet City Dock 27. Deciding this was his interview he walked over and started conversation.


"Catherine Maxwell I take it? Flint Michigan. Pleasure to meet you." He greeted her in words as well as body, extending a firm hand to shake.

 

[Tiam Bai]

Browsing though the HoloNet, a message pinged on her account. It was from the Freg's List job posting. To be honest, she never expected a reply. At least it was a serious one in response to her message. Yellowish eyes looked over the screen, reading the words twice. It wasn't a no, but it wasn't a yes either. Shrugging in her chair, Tiam sipped the last of her caf. At least the man would come out to see her. No credits wasted on a potentially useless trip.


Mr [member="Flint Michigan"] ,


Thank you for your speedy response. I understand that you cannot promise a job, especially one as a box monkey. An interview in three days is acceptable. Please travel to Pantora, land in the capital. I will meet you at the spaceport at a parts store called Sprocket To Me. I'll be the blue woman with redhair and a tank top. I look forward to our meeting.


-Tiam Bai

 

[Catherine Romanov]

A cloud of smoke clouded the air as Catherine took a puff of her cig. It was then that she noticed a man in raven-coloured hair groomed short. He was dressed in a leather jacket, and he was walking towards Dock 27, and her. He was walking with confidence and purpose, which meant that he knew where he was heading.

This must be Flint Michigan. Taking one last puff of her cig, she then stomped on it, putting it out. He introduced himself and held out a hand for a shake. Catherine returned in kind, beaming out a smile while giving him a firm shake replying "Yup, I'm Catherine. It's a pleasure to finally meet you as well. I trust you had a good day so far? Mine's great."

[member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Flint Michigan]

Sometime Last Night

Whether it was before Kitt came in, or after she went to bed, or whenever it was Flint sent [member="Tiam Bai"] a response.

Dear Ms. Bai

Sounds good, I'll meet you there.

-Flint Michigan


Sometime Today

The Mandalorian had a firm handshake, a large smile, and a cheery attitude that enveloped her voice. He had met Mandalorians before, on one side or another of war in his military career in the Sith or Republic. The large majority of them were burly, gruff, and stoic, and yet [member="Catherine Maxwell"] was none of these things. Interesting, unexpected, though not a point of detriment. Her opening statement implied excitement, and Flint couldn't help but laugh. The majority of his morning had been spent with [member="Kitt Solo"] pointing out the, apparently many, flaws in ship, as well as giving him guesstimates on the costs of the parts he'd need.

"I've certainly had an enlightening day so far." He said with a bit of a grin. "So tell me Catherine, what have you got? I can see the Mando armor, what kind of weapons have you got? How can you ensure me that my crew and my ship will be safe when I'm not watching?"

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Oh you talking about weapons? Catherine's eyes widened in excitement. She moved forward, past Flint, and pressed a few buttons on her right gauntlet,revealing a raised platform. With a tap of a button, a jet of searing hot flame burst into the air, illuminating the surrounding air. She yelled, "yeaaaah! How's that for power?" Letting go of the button, she hammered another, popping out a separate platform, a dart launcher. Touching a holo-pad on her gauntlet, the launcher cycled through the darts, which she explained were sleep,stun and poison darts respectively.

Lowering down her right gauntlet, and lifting her left, a retractable besk'ar blade popped out, gleaming in the light, reflecting its razor-sharpness. Flipping yet another switch on her the top side of her left gauntlet, another raised platform emerged, this time revealing a wrist-missile launcher. She said "this baby here is more than capable of wrecking some serious damage, you'd best believe it." caressing the small missile.

"And if that's not enough, I have this bad boy." She unslung her Ares Mk-5 Battle Rifle from her back, giving it a good pat, before placing it back in its resting position. And to the complete the armoury, she whipped out her MT-15 heavy Blaster holstered on her hip, it's shiny metallic surface gleaming in the light.

"This lot sure's good enough for anything."

[member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Flint Michigan]

When Flint thought that [member="Catherine Maxwell"] was excited before he was wrong. Dead wrong. Once he started talking about weapons though? Man, that got the lady going. Pressing ahead of him she began demonstrating her flamethrower in the middle of the dock. She yelled a bit excitedly at her demonstration, and while it was impressive, Flint was more concerned with the Coronet Spaceport Authority men coming towards them. Trading glances between her as she was going through her varied assortment of weapons and the CSA officers she was still excited, if a bit unaware of her surroundings. It was clear from the way she stroked her missile that her mind was in other places. With a couple movements she then showed her rifle and pistol, declaring that she was ready for anything on the ground, and while Flint believed it he didn't really want to test that out right now.

"You're a positive battalion there Cat." He said as he began walking over to his ship. "You said on your application that you could also be co-pilot. Care to show me how you can fly?" He said, as he got a commlink and sent a message to [member="Kitt Solo"] telling them that they'd be prepping to launch soon, on the off chance that she was messing with his engines. If Catherine followed him she'd come to find his marvelously junky ship the Detroit Nexu, with all of it's 'rustic character'.

"This is the Detroit Nexu. Don't let her outside fool you, she can motor out of the spacelanes like nobody's business."

 

[Kitt Solo]

[member="Flint Michigan"]

Sometime last night - 'an interesting night'

"Thanks," she huffed as he grabbed her falling bag. "And a roommate? Whoa, whoa, whoa, that wasn't in the fine print, boss." She grinned at him and didn't stop as she headed to plop the large-duffle on the floor of her soon-to-be shared room.

She'd like to complain that she was too old to share a room but she really wasn't. 'Sides, she didn't want the time alone. Not right now. She quickly took the extra bag from him and plopped it on the lower bunk. She clasped her hands together. "Now let's see if your cooking is better than your upkeep of this ship."

Present Day

She wiped her greasy hand on a spare rag and harumphed, reading the comm message sent from Flint before going back to work on the coolant systems.

 

[Flint Michigan]

[member="Kitt Solo"]

A very 'interesting' last night

Flint followed the woman to her quarters, the bag he was carrying being taken and thrown onto the lower bunk of the quarters. Pretty quick this girl, in more ways than one.

"Hey now, my upkeep isn't that bad. Nothing's broken since I got the ship." Flint defended as they headed back to the table, warm synthsteak and re-heated pie a-waitin for them. "I've got no fancy wines or spirits to celebrate your hiring, but there's some cold beer in the conservator if you'd like it." Flint would sit down and get to work on gettin rid of the synthsteak. While Flint didn't pretend to be the kind of chef you'd find at a restaurant or spaceport, he could cook a synthsteak, and pretty well as far as most spacers were concerned.

"Oh my. You were not exaggerating." Flint said as he took a piece of Kitt's apple pie. "This is really good Kitt."

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

*Beep* *Beep*

Message for: [member="Flint Michigan"]
Sender: SashatheMale@hnet
"Greetings,

My previous business partner seems to have borrowed my ship for a bit of a spin. I've no doubt he'll return, eventually, but in the meanwhile it appears I'm out of gainful employment. Perhaps we might discuss your ad over a cup of caf, or a glass of wine?

-Sincerely,
Sasha, your friendly neighborhood legitimate businessman."

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Finished with her demonstration of weapons, Catherine's excitement levels calmed down to a somewhat decent level. Following Flint, he walked to where his ship was docked. He introduced her as the Detroit Nexu. As Catherine took in the view of the ship she would be flying in if she got the job, she grinned.

With a couple of scratches, some laser cannon burns ,and a few carbon scorings here and there, the ship looked nothing like she had imagined it out to be. She was expecting a boxy, old boring-looking freighter, but what she got instead was a rustic,rugged-looking ship, full of character. It wasn't pretty, but it reminded her of a grizzled old explorer who had survived his fair-share of adventures. It was definitely a magnificent surprise for the young lady. She'd always had a passion for rustic-rugged looking objects. She only hoped that the interior of the ship would not let her down.

Flint then followed by asking if she could show off her piloting skills. She replied enthusiastically "I'll be more than happy to!" Placing her hands over one another, she continued "I've mostly piloted fighters, but I've also flown a few shuttles and gunships, but never any freighters. Still I doubt there'll be any problem."

[member="Flint Michigan"]

 

[Flint Michigan]

Sometime, somewhere

Flint saw the holomail sent by SashatheMale@hnet, and though the holomail didn't reveal much information he decided it was best to send a reply.

Dear Sasha

Before I set up an interview, would you mind giving me what position you're applying for, and what experience or aptitude you have towards that position?

-Flint Michigan


Current time


Mostly piloted fighters, some shuttles and gunships. Never a freighter. Though her mood exuded confidence her words did not necessarily inspire them. Then again, Flint didn't have too much to lose. Except, his ship he supposed. With a why the hell not smile creaking onto his face he lead Cat through the ship.

"This is the cargo bay, which we'll be filling up or emptying most every stop. This is the lounge, you can see the kitchen and the couch." He said as he gave a quick tour, pointing out the small space they had to cook with, and the single futon couch they'd have, next to a table with a set of sabacc cards that seemed chipped, with fading lights as if it'd been used for centuries. "Refresher's to your left and right, your quarters are up to your let. If you see a girl running around with chestnut hair and grease on her clothes that our Mechanic, the lovely Kitt Solo."


"And this, this is the bridge." He said, settling in the co-pilot seat before waving a hand to a chair and reaching for the intercom. "Prepping for launch." He said, warning [member="Kitt Solo"] they'd be in the air soon. From there he began sending codes to the dock, letting them know to open the ceiling so they could head out.


[member="Sasha"] [member="Catherine Maxwell"]