Nice... Gun...

[Judah Lesan]

Being stuck on Ord Mantell was not enjoyable. Okay maybe at first the local offerings of bars and cantinas were entertaining, but the ability to come and go as he wished, not having his freedom, was eating away at him. That's why he was in the shipyards and docking bays. There was word of people hiring, and Carter was going to check out every opportunity until he had a job.

The first few stops were a bust. Looking at the ships most of the people flew gave Carter serious doubts as to whether they were good at the job or not. Carter looked over the list of ships and noticed a Corellian make. A smug little smile tugged at his cheek as he walked toward the bay it was docked in. Hopefully his Corellian luck was not going to run out on this one... although he felt it was wearing thin.

He walked right below the ship. It was beautiful, well manicured, and clean. Whoever owned this beauty loved her, and Carter could work for anyone that took care of a ship this well. His hand ran along the underside of the ship as he admired her beauty. A whistle like cat call escaped his lips.

"You are one fine looking woman," Carter heard himself saying as his hand fell to his side.

[member="Eliza Steele"]

 

[Eliza Steele]

Eliza Steele rode up on Hell's Fury to the docking bay where the Corellian Dawn was berthed and parked outside the side door, then shut down the heavily modified swoop bike. The Corellia-born had spent the weekend out at the small island place she owned relaxing and getting some sun. Now it was time to get back to work and see if an advertisement for a new co-pilot had garnered any reasonable applicants. Rahl would be missed and a hard act to follow. The Wookiee was family. He was someone Eliza always knew had her back no matter what. That unconditional trust would be hard to earn again from her with someone else.

The petite smuggler disembarked the swoop, lifting a tone leg over the seat of the Zephyr-G, then she pulled off the helmet worn and shook out her espresso locks as she stood there. After resting the helmet on the seat, Eliza walked over to the door and was just about to put in the security code to get in when she noticed it was unlocked. There should be no reason why it was unlocked unless Buddy had left it so as the LE series repair droid she swore was getting senile or someone was inside with her baby that shouldn't be.

Steele quietly entered the docking bay with her hand on the grip of her DL-44 heavy blaster pistol slung low off the smuggler's shapely hips. Dark chocolate orbs spotted a man standing near the underbelly of the YT-1930 light freighter admiring up close the ol' girl's attributes. If only she had the remote in hand for the 'Ground Buzzer' to activate it and drop it down right where his hand was caressing the ship. Oh gods that would be too precious to see the stranger freak out, probably needing a change of drawers by the time it was over. But alas, she had left the remote on the ship.

"Why thank you, I do try.... Now put your hands where I can see them, then turn around slowly, chumani" Lizzy stated with her blaster now held on the dark-haired nerfherder a few feet away near some crates for cover just in case things went south; using a word in Olys Corellisi that could either mean friend or an insult to a stranger. Time would only tell which meaning would hold true.

@Carter Brandt ([member="Tora'aro'nuruodo"])

 

[Judah Lesan]

Carter had not given any real thought to the consequences of walking into a docking bay that housed a ship that was not his. His life for the past few years was dependent on people owning ships and waltzing into bays that housed those ships. The door had been unlocked anyway, so he didn't see the harm especially when the owner had been advertising work. Still he had been so engrossed in the ship itself that when he heard the feminine voice it startled him and he swore. "Skrag!" Carter cursed in the Old Corellian tongue, though he smiled when he heard the woman use the language herself.

She was Corellian, likely, which told him two things. First she wasn't bluffing about turning around slowly with his hands in sight, and number two, she would likely have a temper to match. Carter did exactly as told. He turned around as he lifted his hands out in full view. His blasters were hanging from the holsters on his belt. There was no move to reach for them at all. Carter did his best to have a smile on his face as he turned around, a Corellian smirk if one wanted to call it that.

"Not looking for trouble, just here about the job and the door was open," Carter said as the woman came into view. His eyes looked her over, stopping briefly at her blaster before lowering his eyes and dragging them back up her shapely figure. "Seems like the ship isn't the only one deserving of such compliments."

Carter's Corellian mouth was going to be his undoing someday, but still he didn't care much to change it. They were a displaced breed with nowhere to really call home anymore. He was going to be himself even more because of it. It was as if the spacer held onto it because of his parents as well. He was looking for them, but who he was was all he had left of them at the moment. No, Carter wasn't going to be changing any time soon.

"Is the job still open..."

[member="Eliza Steele"]