Good Old Fashioned Rumble

[Sol Damerin]

The name wasn't very familiar but Sol felt he'd heard or read it somewhere. Maybe in a news article? Well, it didn't really matter but he could look it up later if it bothered him he supposed. "Yeah, nice to meet you." He echoes the zorren's words and takes another sip. Damn if it wasn't the coldest bloody thing he'd ever drunk, still really helped his mouth which was nice. "Yeah." Sol answers the question simply and then drums his fingers before asking the obvious follow-up. "What about you, bit too nicely dressed to be a merc."

Drumming his foot against the ground he tried to guess, he wasn't a normal Jedi dressed too nicely for that. So what did that leave? He didn't get the vibe of a Sith no real dark side aura around Vulpesen, maybe just a bit near the fringes. Clearly, wealthy based on the clothes. Could also handle himself in a fight even if he was a tad flashy and he was slumming it but seemed reasonably comfortable. So someone who had spent at least some time on the wrong side of the poverty line. If Sol had to guess probably someone that fought their way to the top of an organization, probably a para-military one.

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen grinned widely as he thought about the reversal of a question. What was he? It was a valid question, but the answer wasn't quite simple in his case. "I was a jedi who fought as a soldier... did a short stint of undercover work in the sith. Found out that both riders can just go to hell, so I went off, became king of a planet and now I'm trying my hand at ruling over the galaxy's guard dogs." It was odd to think that in twenty-seven years, he'd been everything from a street rat to a king. And as a zorren, he could easily live about five thousand more, that is, if no one could kill him before that.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Well, Sol had been in the ballpark apparently. Being a king was sort of like being the head of a para-military organization, you just had to remove the para and add on the rest of the government. Not exactly how he'd seen his night going but hey, at least it was interesting. Taking a long sip of the daiquiri barely even noticing the chill now he had to agree with Vulpesene. The Sith and The Jedi could go straight to hell, of course, that didn't mean he was any better. "Ruling over the guard dogs?" He asks wondering just what the man meant by that. It was an odd choice of words and it made him think of two possibilities, though mercs seemed more likely considering.

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen grinned and lifted his tail back into view. "Zorrens. We have a natural instinct to protect others. As such, we do our best to keep the galaxy safe from external and internal threats. In fact, with my people, I've managed to create a sort of company. Its a bit new at the moment, but I hope that in time we'll be a force to be reckoned with. Something that can aid the galaxy in the event of another sith crusade or akala incident." Perhaps it was a lofty ambition, but for someone who had spent so many years of his life fighting evil, it was the ambition he had chosen to chase.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Huh, well he hadn't been far off the mark. He'd been thinking mercs in general but apparently, he considered his race in particular to be watchdogs. He wonders what the rest of his race would think about being referred to that way? Just from a cultural standpoint he knew referring to a human as a dog was usually an insult, he'd think it'd be a bigger thing for a race with more in common with dogs. But he could easily be wrong, probably was since the king was cool with it apparently. "Sounds like a noble endeavour." Sol provides which was about as close to a compliment as he got most days. Generally speaking, he wasn't a fan of organizations as no one had stumbled upon a way to create one that was free of corruption, maybe Vulpesen would finally manage it but Sol doubted it. There was no dream so pure that someone wouldn't eventually try and piss in it.

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

"And its my job to make sure that the endeavor doesn't get warped into something malevolent." Vulpesen took a long sip of his drink, nearly draining his glass. "But it can be done. After all, our job is simple. Keep people alive, free from slavery, and governed by as just a government as can be expected. Usually that just means punching sith in the nose and helping clean up the messes caused by the galaxy glitching out such as when half of the Galaxy suddenly found itself in hell."

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

That was a hell of a list of duties, especially if his plan was to guard the whole galaxy. Seemed ambitious for a single species to attempt it but then again maybe it was just about doing something instead of nothing. Rather than trying to be everywhere just trying to do what they could. Sol could respect that. "Well, I wish you the best of luck in that. The galaxy needs more good guys." There was evil in the galaxy despite what the Sith tried to preach, the strong using the weak may work for animals but any sentient being could tell you that there was a difference between a person and an animal. There was a lot of grey in the galaxy, but there was also a lot of black a lot more than Sol felt was fair, from what he'd seen lately he was starting to feel like evil was winning. It sounded like Vulpesen wanted to bring in a little bit more white and that was worthy of respect. Sol moves his glass towards Vulpesen offering it for a clinking of glasses.

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen lifted his glass, clinking it against Sol's while his lips turned into a grin. "Thanks. And we're always recruiting if you're looking for some extra cash, or just the chance to do some good. I've taken the liberty of turning the order into a bit of a business model to get things organized." Vulpesen finished his drink and ordered another, on himself of course. He had after all, just earned some credits to pay for it.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

Tipping the last of his drink back Sol settles it on the bar. He tries to do the tough guy thing, decides he doesn't need to and instead winces in pain and presses a hand to his head. Brain freeze was a terrible but temporary thing. When that is done he finds most of his wounds feel comfortably numb thanks to the application of frozen drink and Vulpesen's ability with the force. He orders a local dark beer and mules over the Zorran's question. "I'm not much of a joiner. I like to walk my own path and when you follow someone or something it isn't long before you start to walk theirs. But you ever need a mercenary I'd be happy to lend a hand, half price if I think it is a good cause."

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Smirking a bit as he noticed the moment of brain freeze, Vulpesen continued to sip at his drink. "I figured you weren't the sort to hop into something, particularly if you haven't seen more than one member. As for a good cause, those are the only ones we try to get into. We'll be sure to hire you if we ever see the need for your skills." Leaning back a bit, Vulpesen glanced around the bar. On Nar Shadaa, one could never be too careful, something he had learned the hard way at a young age.

[member="Sol Damerin"]

 

[Sol Damerin]

The bar was mostly empty as was Sol's second drink. Getting to his feet he lays a few credits on the bar before tossing back the last few swallows of the ale. "I'd appreciate the work, but for now I think it is time we part ways." Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a business card, it is simple and plain reading Sol Damerin, Mercenary, followed by his contact information. "Thanks again for the help." He gives Vulpesen a companionable pat on the shoulder and then the old merc wanders out of the bar. For now the two would part paths but perhaps one day they would meet again.

[member="Vulpesen"]

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen accepted the card and took a moment to scan over it while Sol stood up. "Any time. Good luck and happy hunting." He tucked the card into his coat as Sol left and continued to sit. Sure it was a bit quiet, but the drinks were good. Who knows, maybe the force would guide him into some other happy incident here on Nar Shadaa. The galaxy was, after all, a funny place.