Private Life of a Hunter

[Marek Rekali]

The fact that he was now given his own armor was something he was not letting sit still. Marek Ares, now Marek Rekali, stood at the delivery location, a carbonite slab behind him on the repulsor float. He had done what he could at this world, hunting the foe that he was given. Was it enough money to live richly? No, not at all.

Was it enough to get off this world? Yes, that it could do, his ship was not far from where he now stood with his capture.

The Quarren before him stood, looking over the eclectic armor of the Mandalorian. Dark greens and blues, jungle and sky, of the Rekali before him. On one hip, a DE-10 blaster. Across his back? A staff covered in bone and cloth. One to be enchanted for melee combat.

“The capture of the Rodian Ipi Olen? 2000 credits.” Said the Quarren.

Marek remained silent. Unlike his template, he was more silent than not. He nodded and took the credits.

Making his way into the local cantina, he was looking for his next score. He had a feeling the world hadn’t been farmed completely.

For a small secluded moon in the Mid-Rim, this cold world sure had several runaways. Removing his helmet, he find a drink, and more importantly, a table. Taking in the gathered.

Shaye Ares

 

[Shaye Ares]

Shaye thought she'd be far away from this little moon by now.

She'd already been stuck here for two days. It had been an easy drop-off of smuggled goods, but the get-away never happened. Her ship had decided to break down. Ordering parts over the holo-net was an option if she was willing to wait...

She wasn't.

Having already paid visits to the local scrappers, she wasn't feeling very optimistic. Jared could probably swing by at some point... or maybe Kaia. For the time being, she sat at the bar -- wedged between two other patrons. Their elbows weren't shy about nudging her every time they lifted their mugs. "Uggh." Shaye managed to escape the bar and looked for an empty table.

There were none. Someone had just taken the last. Someone that looked a lot like...

"Couldn't be." Shaye shook her head in disbelief as she watched the man with a mandalorian-style helmet. Just why did he look like him? But... also young, at least compared to the holo-images she'd seen of a certain Starchaser. The urge to question him was strong, strong enough to make her approach him. But she was smarter than she used to be (at least she thought so).

"This seat taken?" she asked, but had a seat at his table without waiting for an answer.

Marek Rekali

 

[Marek Rekali]

Silent as he normally was, Marek eyed the gathered, checking on anyone, seeing if they were someone he should worry on. He wasn't using the Force like his template would have, a self-described Dark Jedi. No, Marek was a Mandalorian first, and a witch second. Witch in the way of the Rekali. Wild and untamed. The man was a hunter, similar to what would account for as his cousin, Jared. Though they worked in different circles and in very different paths.

He was here for the credits. With a ship and lightsaber that weren't his, but his template's, Marek was more than willing to use what gifts he had for his own means. And that meant to help the Rekali Clan.

The bar here was for drinking, not a normal gathering place. But it did cause enough noise for those who had more clandestine intentions to speak without drawing attention. Well, if one didn't have a Mandalorian bucket on the table.

There was another in the bar that didn't seem to blend into the background. A younger, at least he thought she was younger, woman. Pilot? Spacer? He waved the thought away, into the same place with the 'cute' thought that struck his mind as he first saw her. As she approached he kept his ice blue eyes on her and the group behind. He didn't have anything that triggered fear or warning from her.

"Seat's open." He nodded. "Not from here, are you?"

Shaye Ares

 

[Shaye Ares]

Shaye did her best to keep her expression neutral, nonchalant.

Below the surface, there was anger beginning to brew. Though, she'd spent enough time with Uncle Coren to know how to keep it in check. This would-be Mando was lucky; her 'jedi' training kept her from throwing the nearest drink in his face.

"Nope," she said in answer to his question. "And I won't be here too much longer."

Hopefully.

Of course, Mandalorians were all over the galaxy. But she couldn't imagine one -- or anyone for that matter -- wanting to put down roots here. "I'm guessing same goes for you?" Shaye arched a brow and narrowed her gaze ever slightly. Since they were now sharing a table, she figured she ought to introduce herself. She gestured to herself, "Shaye." No last name, for now. And she kept her brow raised to indicate it was his turn.

Marek Rekali

 

[Marek Rekali]

Typically noncommittal, Marek had it down to an art. Similar to his template, he was not the type to always give what was on his mind easily, either. It made sense, really. Marek Starchaser the first was a business man and a dark Jedi, Marek Rekali, Marek Ares that was, was a Mandalorian and a Dathomiri witch. He was a bounty hunter and a ritualist. He had more than his fair share of adornments from bones and branches and stones hooked to his armor in a way that was both sensible but also archaic and unorganized.

They were small, especially when he was just doing a job like this. Dark green armor and navy piping typically was covered with a few items when he was on a hunt. During delivery and fact finding, the majority of the trinkets were kept in a pouch on his bag. When the other approach, he just watched.

Not going to be here long? "I don't think anyone intended to. Its a hive of those looking to disappear." He said, very expressionless. Smugglers, con-beings, criminals. The question was, which was she?

"Just here on business." He nodded as he sipped his drink. "Marek, clan Rekali." Mandalorian greeting, or so he hoped. Still was a little rough on those traditions. "And where are you hoping to end up, Shaye?"

Shaye Ares