Misfits and Miscreants [Convention]

[Talia]

OOC:

This thread is open to all ORC, Resistance and Mandalorian exile members. Its an opportunity for use to solidify unofficial alliances and generally hang out. If you are not part of this group but interested in jumping in, please shout out in the OOC thread here.

Please fill in the form below in your first post so people know what you are looking for IC and OOC.

Name______
Looking for Sparring Partner__
Looking for Trade__
Services Offered_____
Here for Networking/Socialising__



IC:

Talia had made a point of cleaning her armour for this gathering, not because she felt the need to make a good impression, in all honesty she didn’t care, but it was necessary, considering Caupona Station was a little more high end than she was used to. She was greeted, like everyone else would be, by an overly cheerful protocol droid, who handed her a name tag and a pen.

Name: _Talia Fett_
Looking for Sparring Partner: _X_
Looking for Trade:__
Services Offered: _Merc_
Here for Networking/Socialising: _X_

The protocol droid chatted incessantly as she filled out the form, detailing the various rooms available should she wish to stay the night. She probably would, but she’d decide for certain later if she was going to remain off ship or not.

Handing the pen back, she moved past the droid to the map. First things first, she wanted a drink.

LOCATIONS:

Trade Hall - a vast conference with various stalls risen for companies to advertise and sell their goods and services.
Promenade - Plenty of bars, taverns and casinos for people to get down and dirty, maybe lose a few thousand credits. Also large observation area for those who wish to watch the fighters outstide.
The Gym - Training rooms have been set up specifically for this event, along with a small gladiatorial arena for those who wish to spar.
Outside - With weapons tuned for training, each factions fighter pilots can dust off their skills, exchange tactics and generally show off.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Name__Gilamar Skirata____
Looking for Sparring Partner__
Looking for Trade_X_
Services Offered__Merc, Custom Work, Ship Design Colaboration,___
Here for Networking/Socialising_X_

He didn't quite understand the politics of the Outer Rim Coalition. In many ways it was still the same place it had always been, wild and free from any large power or group. Now it just seemed like they were more...friendly than before. He had a feeling Jorus had a hand in getting these planets rounded up and starting the borderline vigilantee group simply known as the Judges. His younger brother was a Judge in ORC and he suspected many more Mandalorianas would take up that title as well.

The Ketyadyr docked with the large station after a lengthy process of "Lower your guns! Our guns are down! I said lower your guns!" While this one ship wasn't all of the Mandalorian Exiles that had joined his flotilla, the ship was crammed with more bodies than usual with the potential of meeting family members that came with the Exiles on Kuar. Docking tubes connected and Mandalorians flooded the station so quickly that he almost missed the protocol droid handing out tags. It was strange for him to see so many Mandalorians so filled with emotion as parents scooped up children and couples saw each other for the first time in months.

Gil's armor had been lost in the Civil War, no doubt kept by Dorn Skirata, his Mandalorian Empire loyal cousing that took the mantle of Alor to the Empire loyal House Skirata. So Gil wore instead a green plaid shirt, trowsers, bantha leather boots and a utility belt holster. He smiled and nodded at the few Mandalorians he actually recognized and laughed with his kin as he made his way through the gathering. He wasn't looking for anyone in particular. His brother was somewhere on the station already he knew, but other than that most of his close friends had perished in the Civil War or Monroe's assault on the planet.

And so the old Mandalorian was alone.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Name___Darius___
Looking for Sparring Partner_X_
Looking for Trade__X___
Services Offered_____
Here for Networking/Socialising__X__

Darius was at the bar, and the man next to him looked like he had been put through a meat grinder. Face puffy, bruises, a broken nose and a dislocated jaw. Whatever had hit him, it had hit him like a sack of bricks tied to the front of a truck. And Darius slapped his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear, as the other man winced from the slap. A clipped accent that was from nowhere and had elements of everywhere within it. A fiery beard was braided to keep it close, and laughing blue eyes found [member="Talia Fett"] and he nodded, recognizing the strut and armor of a Mandalorian.

"Maybe you should try wrestling her boyo! Even she could whip ya, but 'tleast she'd get it done quicker, she looks right wicked!"


He wasn't in Mandalorian gear. Or much of anything beyond leathers and battered durasteel platte and chain. His build suggested, and demeanor supported, a boisterous but well meaning brute and pit fighter. His eyes found the red-headed mando'ad and he grinned, winking.

"Poor lad only lasted half a round with me, maybe a round with you would do him good.."

 

[Riamah]

Name_Ra'a'mah_
Looking for Sparring Partner__
Looking for Trade__X_
Services Offered_____
Here for Networking/Socializing__X_
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This was going to be the perfect opportunity to branch out to more locations, people and merchandise. Not wanting to miss the chance to accomplish something new, Ra had filled out the paperwork when she arrived. There was a wide variety of places to visit, meet and greet people and for now she wandered through the Promenade on her way to the Trade Hall. It was likely the long way to go, but there was so much to see.

Almost like a tourist visiting a new place, when something caught her attention, Ra would stop for a few minutes to watch before continuing on. Since it was unknown by people she could even use the Force or that she was a sith, she kept her presence in the Force hidden. In reality, she rarely used the Force at all and because of this had been able to avoid the obvious corruption of the Dark Side and looked perfectly normal. In the times she used it, her skills were mostly neutral and did not corrupt her looks. As a businesswoman, she didn't to use it anyway.

She did not carry her lightsaber on her belt, but had two short sabers hidden up her sleeves. There was a blaster on that hip though and two more knives hidden in her boots. While Ra did not expect to be attacked, one never knew what would happen and she prepared herself the best she could. Her hair was pulled back into a braid, but a simple ribbon kept it tied together instead of the ball she sometimes used. Wearing nothing that could even be close to considered combat worthy, she hoped nobody would approach her.

Her shirt was a dark blue with a little gold trim at the neck and end of her sleeves. The colors being that of Free Worlds who she was lead of the merchant fleet for. Wearing black boots and pants with the same gold trim, Ra felt she was dressed well enough to represent her people.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

"Gil, Gil!" A Mando in red armor ran up to him holding a datapad. It was a list of supplies they needed for the flotilla. Water purifiers, food and nutrient packs, munitions, and some other specialty items. Gil took the datapad gingerly and grunted as he thumbed through the list.

"Mynoc meat?"

"One of those Atrisian dishes they like on the Starboard side. I don't know, don't look at me." Gil chuckled and signed off the datapad. "Thank you Alor, they should be able to get everything to the loading bay soon. I'll-"

"You're family's here from Kuar right?"

"Yes." Gil waved him off and smiled.

"Go, I'll make sure this gets handled." The Mandalorian thanked him and ran. Gil turned back to face the viewport and looked out at the stars as the station slowly rotated.

@Ra'a'mah @Darius Akun[member="Talia Fett"]

 

[Vaudin Miir]

ORC WAZ HERE!
Name: Vaudin "Not a twi'lek" Miir
Looking for Sparring Partner: define Spar
Looking for Trade: Sure
Services Offered: Charming conversation
Here for Networking/Socialising: Those are my

Vaudin sauntered about in his best set of casual clothes with his sticker on his vest. Twin blasters hung low on hips so narrow he had to drink a beer to keep his trousers from falling off. His sharp grey eyes scanned the signs and faces for trouble, and since most of the people he knew were trouble he figured he could catch up with folks when he found it.

He, as all good spacer trash does, went to the promenade and found a decent looking bar. He was technically here on behalf of the ORC...mostly, but he figured why not have a small sip. It wasn't like he got paid for this stuff. He was a voluntary type of guy, for the right price.

He sat down and tossed an Iktotchi credit chip on his table and ordered a dark beer (he cut back on the hard stuff) and put his feet up on the adjacent chair. The music was good. The people were shady, so also good, and he felt right at home.


[member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Talia Fett"] [member="Darius Akun"] @Ra'a'mah

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

The old Mandalorian sauntered into the promenade, shirt and pants stained with fresh coolant. He had just spent the last hour in the cargo hold of the Ketyadyr and well...lets just say he didn't much like corellian fighters anymore. With a sigh the old man took a seat next to the Iktotchi and tossed down a Mandalorian credit chip on to the table.

A clear liquid found its way into his gloved hands. He was staying off the light stuff.

He took a little in, paused, and deemed the drink worth of calling Tihaar. Though just barely.

"You're not Mandalorian...Are you ORC?" He didn't look at the Iktotchi as he spoke, but it was obvious who he was talking to. He took another drink, letting his eyes wander towards the Chiss bartender. A rear, er rare sight to see. Rare indeed.

He made note.

[member="Vaudin Miir"]

 

[Vaudin Miir]

Vaudin followed the man's gaze. Chiss were not the most common species is this area of space but the rear was indeed rare even for the typically fit Chiss.

"Yeah, ORC, and You're Gilamar Skirata, owner of MandalMotors, Mand'alor for one of the longest runs and biggest Mandalorian government in galactic history." Vaudin said as he leaned back in his chair, "I flew some jobs for your people a long time ago. Fought a couple times against some too."

He waived down a server and ordered some hot wings and a pitcher of dark ale.

"What brings a multi-million a year CEO and former ruler to our neck of the black?" He asked curious, "We usually just see folks of your caliber on the 'vids."


[member="Talia Fett"] [member="Darius Akun"] @Ra'a'mah [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

"I guess you don't get out much," he took a swig of his drink, "I'm no CEO anymore, just an old Gogi now. Trying to find my people safe passage and living away from the Mandalorian Empire. Civil War left a lot of them without homes." He took a deep breath and drained his drink. The Chiss walked back over and poured him another glass.

"And what brings an ex-Senator of the Galactic Republic all the way out here to the Unknown Regions and Outer Rim Coalition?"

[member="Vaudin Miir"]