I'm not one of you (Beskar mining, PM to join)

[Miss Blonde]

Echo'lya
1300

Miss Blonde sat in the back of drop ship refresher alone making sure to separate herself from the others onboard. The with shaking hands the woman took a pack of cigarettes and flipped the lid open to grab one from within. Taking one in her mouth her hands continued to shake as she placed the lighter up to the end of the cigarette and light it. With a deep inhale of relaxing tobacco the woman physically relaxed and sighed exhaling smoke into a life support system filter to mask the fact she had started smoking.

"Karking morons." She said as she took another drag then exhaled once more.

Grinding the cigarette out the woman exited the back of the dropship and walked over to the front where everyone would be sitting. She looked at everyone and smiled gently before taking the helm of the ship.

"Alright guys, just follow me and don't touch anything. This is an old friend of mine and we'll be picking up some Beskar from him. But full disclosure he's not all there since the incident, so try not to startle him." Blonde said then informed the pilot to take them in.

The drop ship lowered itself down to one of the local Beskar mines on Echo'lya and attached itself to a docking port. The connection was made everything was sealed, it was time to go.

"Everyone ready?" She asked.

[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Khia Wral"]

 

[Khia Varad]

Khia as usual was as talkative as a wall. The wall probably said more with its readouts and scans. Green armor on for duty, she nodded and checked her gear as they disembarked. Old friend or no. She brought the assault rifle over her back, pistol, single shield, knife and full armor. No weapon in her hands. Bulky looking shoulder pieces, making the already big woman look like a house. She preferred it that way, more metal in the way of the punches the better.

Yeah she came overgeared. People told her so. Whether they were mining with their bare hands, trading, or escorting a shipment she came dressed the same. Not the world’s biggest negotiator unless negotiation involved a staring contest, our walking wall-woman with an attitude the size of the drop pod walked after Miss Blond. Stoic and with nothing but a sniff of the air.

“Elek,” an impartial <<yes>> was given.

There would be no sudden movements from her, it took a grenade to get her to move most days as it was. What the helmeted wall-woman did offer, was note that whoever was negotiating or dealing was serious and covered.

[member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Gray Raxis"]​

 

[Gray Raxis]

Gray stretched as he waited for the ship to reach it's destination. He had some connections with a local mine at Echol'ya due to him helping them with pirates in the past, but he was not familiar with the one he was being taken to by [member="Miss Blonde"] right now. It seemed to be someone she knew who was meeting them there and according to her they were a little unstable. That was not unusual to be dealing with when it came to mines and metals. His time in SocMin Fed had taught him how easy it was for people to be injured or even killed while working a mine. Even some of the raw metals could be extremely dangerous if not handled correctly, such as cortosis. So if his accident was related to any of those things, it was no real shock to hear he wasn't the same after.

Gray smiled to Miss Blonde and said, " As ready as any other day." He stood up from his seat in casual clothing for the trip. He had his bryar pistol strapped to his right leg and his lightsaber hilt hung next to it. He looked over at [member="Khia Wral"] and gave her a nod. She was the silent, stoic type so far. You ran into that type every so often, but they were not that common around the galaxy it seemed. It was as if everyone needed to get their two credits in at every chance they could. Course Gray wasn't really one to think that. He was the type to say some absolutely terrible pun just because he could. Speaking of which, he needed to get ready to do that later for sure.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde looked over to the two in the ship and looked them up and down, especially the one dressed like they were about to head to war. She wanted to seriously reprimand her but knew it wasn't her place to do so, so she just rolled her eyes at her stupidity and looked to Her. But that wouldn't stop her from having a comment or so.

"Are you ready to go fight Ze Sith? Viva la revolution." She said in mocking accent then turned to Gray.

"Make sure buckaroo bonsai over there doesn't do anything reckless. My friend startles easily, he's very timid." Blonde said as she pressed a few buttons on the doors control panel.

The door opened and the woman would lead the two down a well light hallway with various workers trotting up and down it. It was a relatively small mine due to the lack of Beskar on the planet, so everything had to be mined conservatively and in small amounts for each project. With a smile and a wave she worked her way to the reception area where an old man with glasses stood looking down on a desk.

"Blonde! It's so nice to see you, how a-a-a-are ya? KARK!!!" The old man said with a stutter than a shout of an obscenity at the end to which blonde simply laughed.

"I'm good old man, I'm good. You got my $&@#?" She asked in a friendly and jesting voice.

"ASS!! Y-Y-Y-es, we're bringing it up from the depths now. We just need to go over the project specs and we'll be squared away." He said as he pushed his glasses up.

"Sure thing, Mac. Just give me a second to let my friends get up here so I can measure them." Blonde motioned to the two mandos behind her and would let them step up so blonde could get their exact numbers.


[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Khia Wral"]

 

[Gray Raxis]

It seemed Blonde was still as sarcastic as ever. She shot off one of her usual lines and then mentioned something serious about her friend. So they guy was going to be jumpy then. That could go either way on dealing with him, but if Blonde knew the trick then that was fine. He just smiled to her and said, " I am always ready to fight the Sith. Shifty eyed monsters can't be trusted anymore than them dang Black Tie people." He gave her a wink then added, " Sure thing. Not sure what I could do to stop her, but I can try all the same. Maybe all she will want to do is cuddle a bit?" He shot the armored woman an impish grin then turned his attention to where they were going.

Gray had followed Blonde down the hallway and just let her do the talking. She handled the situation well enough and the man seemed to be good. Things were going smoothly, which was good. It was too often things went south in a hurry when Gray was involved. Pirate ship turned into a secret operation being conducted by a less moral faction. A mysterious mine turned into a hive of illegal activities. A bloodthirty gang of jawas flooded out of the cargo bay of a ship. Just never went smoothly for him ever. Might be why he was cautious and tried to adapt to the situation so much.

The conversation shifted to its end fairly quickly and Gray was called to get measured. He headed over to where he had been directed to go. He smirked as he did and said, " Trying to get me out of my clothes and get your hands all over body already Blondie? You didn't buy me dinner yet." He chuckled after for a moment then added, " How much do I need to strip for this? Leave the pants on or all the way to my boxers?" He needed to know because it was important information.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Khia Wral"]

 

[Khia Varad]

Blonde’s sarcasm was met with about a 2 out of 10 on Khia’s queen'ometer scale, which amounted to a moderate turn of her head, before she returned to looking like a wall. Why, her green helmet had never looked so polished in it’s glean!

Heavy in this much durasteel, mando-wallwomen’s steps were not light, noticeable in fact. Part of the reason she was here, to get something as big but lighter. While she was more trigger happy than someone like Ithiel, she did need a shove to pull her gun, usually a hard shove given her nature. Hands crossing in front of the crusader's chest, she regarded the old man in front of her.

Steady and quiet. Khia waited by the wall while the old man stuttered to find his words. Having nothing much to say. She strode on up when asked to be measured, the armor probably making that difficult. At least the armor was about the right size she was looking for, which she assumed someone like Blonde was clever enough to see, given her reputation. If required though, she'd strip to her t-shirt and undershorts when asked, quietly getting undressed to show the heavy muscular legs and arms underneath. With a glare which could bowl over a bantha if the old man or raxis looked her way overly long, but otherwise kept her kit on.

What she did do. Was pullout a credchit and offer it over to the man. No word of a why, unless he needed it. She paid her way.

[member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Gray Raxis"]​

 

[Miss Blonde]

Blonde looked over to the two Mandalorians and thought this would be a good opportunity to kark with them a little. After all you had to have some fun sometime, or else what was the point? So walking up to her friend they exchanged some whispered words between each other before the woman nodded. Turning back around she looked at both of them and clapped her hands together.

"I'm gonna need you both to strip down into your birthday suits, now it's nothing sexual. I want you to know as a professional we need the exact measurements due to the Beskar shortage on Echo'lya. So both of you, strip." There was a small moment of awkward silence before blonde and her friend let out a small laugh.

"I'm just karking with you. Just hold on a tic." Pressing a few buttons on her data logger there was a small mechanical whirling noise heard.

Coming up from behind the desk a tiny probe droid scanned each individual and calculated their body mass, height, and other measurements. And just like that they were set to go, all blonde had to do now was get her friend to bring up the goods.

"Okay, Seamus. I've got their specs. Now I'm going to need enough for about eighty KGs for plates, mesh, and liner. I'm just trying to make sure everything gets done right, adjust accordingly to height and weight." Blonde said as she tapped her hands on the desk.

"S-S-Sure t-t-thing, P. They're bringing it up as we speak, ASS!!" The man yelled then calmed himself.

"You always h-h-hang out with Giants?" he asked referring to the mandos heights.

[member="Khia Wral"] [member="Gray Raxis"]s

 

[Titan]

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Khia Wral"] [member="Gray Raxis"]

As he stepped off the ship, Katbiyre felt… underdressed. Sure he was wearing a cattchvest, had both his saber and a blaster, but he coudn't shake the feeling that he was unprepared for whatever was going to hapen. He had worked with Khia on Yaga Minor, and the Raxis fellow on Hoth, but he had never worked with this "Blonde" person before. As such he didn't trust her. As they walked into the mine, Katbiyre realized that a place like this would make for a great podrace, but he wasn't here to talk podraces, rather he was here to talk buissness.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Gray had gotten down to being in just his pants to reveal his scar filled, muscular torso and arms. He had earned every fiber of muscle and every inch of scaring he had on his body. Years of training and fighting as a mercenary had seen to both of them. When your dad was a traditionally trained Mandalorian commando that made sure his son got the same, it tended to happen. He was not really ashamed of his body, nor did he have much reason to, but it seemed the woman in the armor was a little cautious with him about undressing. Gray was not against looking at a woman's assets, but he didn't disrespect them by staring for more than a moment. Course they were welcome to look at him all they wanted to so long as they didn't do anything that could piss off his wife.

Gray heard Blonde mentioned the need for them to strip down to their bare nudity. That request was a bit.....off. But he wasn't going to argue it right now. He started to pull down both his pants and boxers, and had them both half way off when Blonde felt to confirm for Gray what he had thought felt off. She had just been joking the entire time about. Oh well, too late now. She asked for him to be nude so he was going to go nude. Maybe next time she would think differently about asking Gray to do this. So he dropped his pants and boxers all the way to the floor and stood there waiting for the measurement to be complete.

The droid completed its job of scanning him to get his measurements, so Gray got his boxers and pants and pulled them back on. He then proceeded to get the rest of his clothes back on. As he did he said, " Hope you enjoyed the show Blonde, because you asked for it." He gave her an impish grin then turned his attention to the woman he didn't know. He said, " Sorry you got caught up in that too.Not the best first impression I am sure." He finished getting his clothes on and waited for the next step.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Khia Wral"] [member="Katbirye Rekr"]

 

[Khia Varad]

You couldn't often call her fun, she didn't make friends easy. Slower to undress out of this tank costume. Khia was about to take it literally too and had begun to detach the belt, armored chest off to reveal her undershirt, thighs on show as she slid out of her legs. Then she stopped, bracing grin to blonde, her helmet off, she realised she was playing them. A grin you didn’t often see, unless she’d just finished a fist fight, it vanished as she put her helmet and gear back on. Seemed our girl was modest! Which was contrast to her outward persona, especially given she usually geared up around other crusaders before a fight. Then those twelve crusaders she fought beside had seen half naked most of their lives.

Standing still as she was measured, Khia raised her eyes level with the probe droid, watching it. Not much else to say. Following the man's expressions with movement of her head at the extremes, as he swore nervously. What she did do, was pull up a chair to look slightly less like a wall, so she was less threatening to the man while sitting.

When Grey had finished, she did something you didn't often see, burst out laughing. Wall-women had glanced at Grey too, like she would another soldier or vod, physical fitness something she valued.

“Chilly?” She said eventually.

[member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Katbirye Rekr"] | [member="Gray Raxis"]​

 

[Miss Blonde]

"Quite pleased really Blonde said with a chuckle after.

Blonde was pretty happy at the show, not because she found the sight of a naked gray arousing, that was just icing on the cake. But now she had some rather personal pictures of Gray to release to the galaxy as whole, people are celebrity nudes up, even if they were B listers like him. But that wasn't important right now, what was important was the fact that the mysterious stranger showed up in the lobby looking like he wanted in on the action.

"Who the kark are you?" Blonde asked as she turned over to look at Seamus.

"Where's my &@$# Seamus, not trying to wait all day here." Blonde said with a bit of friendly annoyance.

The old man chuckled a bit before speaking as he pressed a button near his desk terminal.

"It's right here, the boys just brought it up from bellow The man said with a sigh afterwards.

Stepping through the back door a man pushing a small hover crate came through the doorway and set the crate down in front of blonde. The woman of course did what any seasoned criminal would do and checked the product.

Popping the lid open the woman saw the shiny bars of Beskar sold by the mine and picked one up. Inspecting it closer the woman set it back down in the crate and smiled before putting the lid back on.

"Wonderful, we're in business then. Seamus as always it's been a trip, I'll wire your fee." Blonde would then look to her two buddies.

"Any questions comments or concerns people?"



[member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Khia Wral"]

 

[Titan]

As he walked down the mine, Katbiyre pulleded his hat lower on his head and walked up behind the group he had followed, sure a guard had tried to stop him but with a simple mind trick he had let Katbiyre pass. "Sorry I'm late to the party." Katbiyre's deep voice resonated around the room as he saw Blonde examine a Beskar ingot, "What did I miss?" His hands in his pockets-and near his weapons- Katbiyre towered over everyone else in the room, even as he slouxhed against the wall.

[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Khia Wral"]

 

[Khia Varad]

“Su cuy'gar” <<Hello> She said to their late arrival. Her usual lack of more response behind her helmet going on.

Any questions? Khia cleared her throat, and stood herself up, taking a couple of steps closer to only where Miss Blonde could hear her. Leaning in. Pausing. Among the concerns whispered was, how easy would the armor be to clean, what color options were there, and how easy would it be to get to the can in a hurry, under frak knows how much armor she’d have on? Apparently offering to pay some extra if the last concern didn’t cross the lips of the woman. Bigger armor the better, but you could spend 30 minutes getting out of it some days.

When she was done, and the galaxy was done revealing flavor characters traits for wall-woman, she stepped away. Predictably silent as she always. Khia moved beside the hover crate to escort or assist it along, whatever was required.

[member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Katbirye Rekr"] | [member="Gray Raxis"]​

 

[Gray Raxis]

Gray nodded to the late arrival, who seemed a little lost about what was going on here. Well so long as he wasn't bombing the place or shooting without thinking first it was fine. If Blonde was okay with him then Gray would be to. The big woman that Gray really needed to ask the name of one day walked over to Blonde and began to whisper to her. Likely it was sensitive questions that she didn't want to reveal. Maybe something like a beskar mesh panty and bra set or something? That sounded very uncomfortable to him, but woman did a lot of things that were not comfortable such as heels and skinny jeans.

Gray waited for the big woman to finish asking her questions then said, " How flexible will it be? Can it be modular enough to add attachments to the wrists and back? Also what kind of strengths and weaknesses can we expect?" He was asking some pretty basic questions, but he needed to know that. No matter how good or bad an armor looked it didn't matter unless it was effective and functional. That was all he really cared about knowing. He went to waiting for the next order to be given so he knew what they were doing.

[member="Khia Wral"] [member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Before Blonde could answer any of the armor related questions it was in other words, time to play the game. When the unknown mando walked in wanting Beskar the woman looked to Seamus the man behind the counter and knew what they had to do, after all the kid was new and he had to learn that when you worked with criminals nothing was free.

"Get the k-k-kark out of my mine, kid. Come back when you've actually done something for the cause. CRAP!!" The man yelled at the end and coughed afterwards clearing his throat.

That's when Blonde came in with the save and slunk her way over to the older man.

"Now now, Seamus. We should share natures bounty right?" Blonde said with a smile as she put her hand on the man's forearm.

"B-B-But I don't know him, why should I trust him?" The woman gently tightened her grip on the man's arm and looked up to him with big blue puppy dog eyes.

"You didn't know me once, besides the kid looks like he's on the up and up. Just this once." The woman said in an overly sweet voice.

The man sighed and nodded his head before speaking.

"Just this once. ASS!!" the man yelled out then adjusted his glasses.

Blonde would then look over to the young Mandalorian and eyed him up and down. He'd do just fine, nice and expendable.

"The rest of you go back to the ship, load up the stuff. I'll stay with mystery man here to make sure he gets his stuff, I'll be right out." The tiny woman would the shoo the other mandos away and let the kid step up to thank her.

[member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Khia Wral"] [member="Gray Raxis"]

 

[Khia Varad]

Stomp or two as she walked, Khia heeded the call to move the crate, but not before a small mock punch on the arm for Gray, though he might wonder why. Reserved for those she fought beside usually, hardass reputation to uphold! In this case he'd made an impression. She got back to staring stoically soon enough as our girl began to walk out their cargo. Stopping besides the old man, probably standing over him, and giving pause before she spoke.

"Thanks." She said in basic, trudging off.

Hovering but still needing manual work to push. Taking the crate along with her, their Varad vod moved to leave Miss Blonde as asked. Slower than before, which was slow enough in her heavier thick durasteel. She put her legs into it, taking her time no rush, their cargo was important to keep secure. If anyone helped she accepted it, not saying anything, but that would develop some respect for sharing the load all the same.

[member="Miss Blonde"] | [member="Katbirye Rekr"] | [member="Gray Raxis"]​

 

[Titan]

[member="Miss Blonde"]

"I'm no kid." Katbiyre said quietly, but putting enough force in his voice to have it carry all across the room. Using the force he would try and sense the others in the room's weaponry. "I'm a better warrior than some in this room." He would stand up, and at 6'7", Katbiyre was well above anyone else in the room, he would put his hands in pocket's; revealing his pistol, and saber. He acknowledged the other's leaving the room with a slight nod. "All I want is Beskar, I can pay myself and upfront." He told the man behind the counter.

 

[Miss Blonde]

It was almost comical how dull this person was, like he came straight out of a bad fan fiction. But there was another question, why was everyone in this galaxy so tall? Seriously everyone was either six feet or bigger, it was weird. What kind of hormones were they giving these kids at birth? Blonde herself stood at about five feet even today and she short compared to most standard in the galaxy. Hell she was starting to think anything bellow six feet was starting to be consisted small.

But that was enough about height, what this situation boiled down to was that the man in front of them flashed his weapons with lethal intent and he was now threatening them, so by law they had the right to open fire and kill this man. However Miss Blonde always had uses for dimwitted Mandalorians. So with a snap of her fingers the old man pulled a wicked double barreled shotgun from beneath the counter, thumbed both hammers back, and every guard droid in the room pointed slug throwers at the man. As for Blonde all she did was walk over to the desk and sit herself down on top of it.

"Tell you what, we'll give you some Beskar on the house. All you have to do is apologize for your rude behavior, give up your weapons, and then tell me that I'm pretty. Do that and we're square." Blonde said with a friendly smile.



[member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Khia Varad"]

 

[Titan]

<Ugh, do I need to bring backup all the time nowadays?> Katbiyre thought as he put his pistol on the table, "I keep my saber, but the pistol can go." <And note to self: never trust gangsters, even if they're supposed to be your allies.> he pulled out a thermal imploder, "I'm sorry for my 'rude' behavior. But I'm not going to tell you that you're pretty." He held the imploder in his hand, if anyone shot him no one here would make it out alive.

 

[Titan]

[member="Miss Blonde"][member="Khia Varad"][member="Gray Raxis"]