Join The Army: Recruitment

[Davin Jusik]

Djark adjusted his eyeglasses smartly as [member="Thraxis"] shouted for him across the way. That had been a lot more polite than what he was expecting from an organization with the Cartel's rep. He thought he'd at least have to break someone's arm and be threatened with death before talking to anyone important. The man calmly made his way over to the one who'd called him over. The middle priced suit he now wore had once belonged to an attorney on Nar Shaddaa. Presumably with a family if the wedding ring was to be believed. Unfortunately for the attorney planet hopping without any real income became very expensive very quickly.

He extended his hand and gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes "I'm Mr. Slove, garbageman."

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Ashalah Ky"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Thraxis]

(Sorry about the late response this thread completely slipped my mind.)

Thraxis sat with a bottle of unknown drink in his hand before pouring it back, his face smelt of booze but that may be because he was not too long ago drinking it off the floor out of his exhaustion, his eye twitched, for what reason? None at all. Quickly after finishing the vial he pulled out another flask of once more, unknown substance and poured it back just in time for Djark to arrive.

He listened heavily to his words, short and sweet, people normally talk to long anyway with introductions, himself included. "Well, hello their Mr. Slove, by chance do you have a first name?" he inquired, pushing back his flask back into his trenchcoat, "I never really was one for formalities, that's more the Captains thing." he said with an upbeat undertone, a small skidding across his face.
[member="Djark Slove"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond landed his ship, The Krayt Dragon's Pearl far off in the distance. The landing gears extended with a groan and the gangway descended with a hiss. He stepped into the moonlit terrain and surveyed the backwater world he had arrived on. As he walked to the Legendary cartel's hideout the howling wind blew at his black duster and it whipped wildly in response occasionally exposing the DL-18 blaster pistol attached to his hip. He tipped his black desperado hat farther down to help keep the sand from irritating his eyes and raised the black bandanna over his face. In the distance he saw glimmering lights and knew he was close.

He walked into a large ugly palace and wandered the halls. Finally he found a throne room of sorts in the center of which sat a monster of a cybernetic being. He wasn't even sure if the creature was human. He removed the Bandanna and took off his hat unconsciously running his hand through his slicked back hair as he did so. He spotted a rather drunk Zeltron, a battle worn Duros, a couple of humans and a Togrutan. By the expensive looking bottles of liquor sitting on the table they looked to be the ones in charge. He walked over to the Zeltron and his rambunctious mates. "Howdy, looks to be mighty powuhful stuff you's drinkin'." He said in his strange accent while slapping the Zeltron on the back. Then he grabbed a bottle off the table and took a few gulps. "Rather gracious of y'all to be throwin' a hoe-down like this," He took another gulp from the bottle then wiped his mouth with his sleeve "The names Desmond by the by, though people jus' usually call me Des."

[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]
[member="Tiali Orazio"]
[member="Ashalah Ky"]
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]