Friends in Low Places [Coruscant Smuggling Run]

[James Justice]

James nodded, when he heard Blonde speak. He could hear and feel the rumble of the ship as it entered atmosphere. Part of him wanted to go to the viewport and watch the heat fleck off them a they came in for re-entry. He loved the feeling of watching the ionized heating go by them. It brought up memories of his father; sitting as a young boy in the man's lap, guiding their freighter in for landing. He didn't have anything left of his father's, except his memories. That ship had been destroyed in a run, everything on it had been all James had at the time. He was determined to not let the same thing happen to his daughters.

Shaking himself from the revere, he looked to Street Rat and shot her a wink and one of his flirting smiles, "I will see you planet-side, darling."

Turning, the spacer moved to one of the skiffs, several of the deckhands scampered onboard, fearful after watching the man's outburst. They didn't want to piss him off. That was wise; only a fool would piss a man off known for pure brutality during combat. Holovids had been uploaded of James in war, sometimes shattering skulls with his blaster as he grasped his victim by the throat, others of tearing holes into their bodies with his armor-piercing DeathHammer shots. He smiled; some considered them leaks of information. Others would see it for what it really was. Intimidation factors. And that policy had gone a long way.

Satisfied and set, James wrapped his fingers around the steering yoke of the Skiff. it felt so good to be in control of something that moved once more.

[member="Dyxra'a"]
[member="Nim Stagnol"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="The Talatheen Amalgam"]
[member="Max Nero"]
[member="Jarven Zexxel"]
[member="Nyx"]

 

[Max Nero]

The ship shuddered distinctly when it broke atmo. Sensing this transition, Max Nero the android stiffly stood up and walked to the loading bay where the organics were getting ready and finding seats on the skiffs. As he walked down the hallway, he raised his hand and started flexing his fingers in a complex, numerical and sequential order that he knew to use to send an encrypted signal down to the authority drones from ARC down on the planet. The numbers, characters and letters that made up the encrypted message didn't translate to anything.

That was the beauty of the encryption. ARC authority drones each held a database of different encrypted messages. His encrypted message was one that would tell the drones that the next step of the plan was to be acted upon: Arriving in their transport vehicles and rushing to the area they predicted the ship would land based on Max's location and incoming trajectory. Max hadn't considered that anyone competent in communications and who was actively searching for such signals could find he was broadcasting. He had just followed orders, not planned it himself.

He chose the center-most skiff, got on it and took the last seat available. A grunt in a suit and tie came up and looked angered at Max taking his planned seat. He said to Max,

"Hey, buddy! That was my seat! My friends were saving it for me..."

Max Nero just stared at the man and a list of possible responses popped up on his HUD.

You can have it.
You can't have it.
So what?
Go away.
I'm sure we can find room.
Kark you, drekhole.
Kark you.

He chose option 6.

"Kark you, drekhole."

The man glared daggers at him, but did not want to argue with a man who was clearly a special operator AND was as tall and big as him. He turned to his friends, who also didn't want to get involved, and said,

"Frell this guy. I'll see you guys on the other side."

[member="James Justice"] | [member="Dyxra'a"] | [member="Nim Stagnol"] | [member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="The Talatheen Amalgam"] | [member="Nyx"] | [member="Bloodknight"]

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

[member="The Talatheen Amalgam"]

Jarven stood there with his mouth open a bit. This was incredibly strange for him. Never before had he encountered such a...personality. He felt like if he stuck around for much longer, he'd suddenly become this man's psychologist by default. He didn't want that. Not because he didn't feel sad for the guy, but because he had problems of his own to figure out without worrying too much about someone else.

He didn't know what to do or if he even needed to do anything to help the guy out. So, he said to the man,

"...Well, I don't think you have to worry all that much about the suit. It's really the tie that they want you to have and that's just a team gimmick. War paint to tell the difference between two sides, if you will. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for me to get ready."

Without waiting for a response, Jarven went to a skiff on the far side of the area he was in and found a seat on one of the many skiffs. There weren't any seats left available, so he laid on top of the banana crates that were in the back of the skiff...

[member="James Justice"]
[member="Dyxra'a"]
[member="Nim Stagnol"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Nyx"]
[member="Bloodknight"]