Nowhere Else To Go ( Open to CIS )

[Amarant deWinter]

Space Above Naboo

"We cannot outrun them."

Alarms rang throughout the cabin and the blonde haired Amarant frantically moved his arms around hitting toggles and levers to try and silence the noise. "Like hell we can't....." He was barely able to get the sentence out when another blast hit his ship and the computer continued on about the shields ability, or lack there of, to hold of the barrage. His eyes glanced down at the panels in front of him and he counted the three ships that were in pursuit of Amarant and his Shistavanen co-pilot, Taago. They were about to have the upper hand on them unless he acted fast.

"Dump the cargo and we can move on." The wolf looking humanoid barely glanced up as he continued monitoring the ships vitals and was casually doing his co-pilot duties.

"What? No. We can get out of this!"

"Shields failing. Integrity at 30%."

"Shut up!" Amarant said as he slammed his closed fist down on the ships panels. Taago looked from the corner of his eye with a bit of bemusement on his face. This was not the first hairy situation they had found themselves in and through it all he always remained calm and reserved. Next to Amarant he seemed like a Jedi Master who had never once raised his voice. "Don't look at me like that, prepare for hyperspeed."

Through a sigh Taago hit a few buttons before a large boom echoed throughout his ship and the lights flickered in the cabin. For a moment the ship seemed to stall and the systems cycled through a reboot. "Lets go! Hit it!" Amarant and Taago both pushed the throttle forward and for a moment the ship seemed as if it was going to obey before a loud high pitched squeal echoed throughout the cabin. The ship began to slow down and the three ships began to encircle the two of them.

Sucking in a deep breath Amarant let his head hit the back of his chair and Taago chuckled next to him. "Maybe these are the good pirates." Amarant said aloud.

A few minutes late a crew of pirates were on their ship and three of them had Taago and Amarant with rifles pointed at them while the rest unloaded their cargo. "We really appreciate the spice," A greasy haired man said through a nearly toothless grin. "Should fetch us quite a profit." He laughed at his own little comment and Amarant rolled his eyes. It was not the first time he had been held up by pirates and most likely would not be the last. For a moment he seriously considered whipping out his lightsaber and cutting the man down, but, there were too many of them and he would not be able to take them all by himself in these close of quarters.

"Do I get some sort of finders fee?" Amarant quipped to the man.

"Yeah, you get to keep your life." He laughed again at his own joke. Amarant really wanted to punch him square in the jaw.

After about an hour of his cargo being unloaded he found himself sitting in the cockpit silently with Taago. They had just lost well over half a million credits in Spice and now they were in deep poodoo with the buyer. "Alright so all we have to do is find five hundred thousands credits worth of spice and get it to.... what was his name again? The Shadow?"

"Its just Shadow."

"Ugh, so stupid... Anyways we find...."

"Just... just don't, Amarant. We have to go on the run, they will kill us before we have a chance at making amends for this. We just have to fall off the radar." Taago spoke casually and seemed to not care that he was suggesting that they live in hiding.

"Nah... can't do that. Not my style. Why don't we just kill him? If he is dead, BOOM, no more problems!" Amarant made a motion and wiped his hands in the air with a smile on his face but quickly stopped smiling as he saw Taago's reaction. "I have a backup plan..."

Taago glanced up at him, his ears perked like a dogs.

"CIS will harbor us if we agree to work with them. This guy will not mess with us in their space and we can work up enough money to get back on our feet. I have worked with them before, it isn't the worst..." He was not particularly fond of working with anyone who had any sort of government, no matter how "free" they considered themselves. They had their rules just like anyone, and Amarant hated rules, he had lived that life before. He did not intend to go back to it.

"Whatever you say, Captain."

Amarant hated when he called him Captain mostly because the way he said it was so incredibly sarcastic.

***

A few days later Amarant and Taago found themselves on the planet of Mikko where he knew they could find some sort of work. Whether it be mercenary, smuggling, or maybe even some killing if they needed it. Though he did not look so imposing under his ill fitting clothes, Amarant was a trained warrior, well versed in Lightsaber combat as well as the force. Though he tried to keep it low key due to the nature of it all. A lot of people did not look kindly upon those who wielded the force, or, they looked at them like they were gods. There was no in between and it was more of a hassle than anything else.

In a busy Cantina Taago and Amarant sat down and waited for the contact who was to meet them. He ordered a drink and he lit up a cigarette to pass the time. "Alright, you just let me do the talking."

 

[Carith Thelcar]

Carith set his ship down in the local spaceport. He wasn't entirely sure what city he was in, but knew what system he was in. Just a week ago, his life was turned upside down when the crew he was running with were exterminated inside their ship by a boarding party of First Order Stormtroopers. The group was on a job for a human male who went by the alias, The Poet, to harvest a few canister of Tibanna gas in the Bespin system. Before they even got to the system though, they were stopped by the First Order. It wasn't uncommon for the crew to be stopped mid-flight when operating within more controlled space, but usually it was a routine board to check for contraband and such, and the group would be on their way. So when a First Order destroyer paged Carith and his crew, they expected another routine situation. Instead, upon boarding the ship, the Stormtroopers immediately opened fire on Carith's companions who greeted them at the airlock. All three of them were instantly killed. Carith in shock, watched this happen from within the cockpit on his viewscreen. Recognizing his friends were lost and his life was in danger, he pulled his ship away while the airlock was still engaged, sucking out the stormtroopers and his friends' corpses into the vacuum of space.

Quickly taking a lead on the shuttle that boarded them, as well as the destroyer that spawned it, Carith began punching hyperspace coordinates to anywhere. He only had a few moments before they would send fighters after him and that'd require his full focus. Punching in something safe, he focused on maneuvering away from the First Order group while the navigation computer plotted it's course. Fortunately, the reinforcements never came quick enough, and Carith was able to blast out of the system.

The coordinates that happened to be punched were in the middle of CIS space, near the planet Mikko, also known as on the other side of the galaxy. The ride took a few days because of the distance, and Carith spent most of it sleeping and avoiding the reality of the death of his friends. Now, after being set down on the planet, he headed to the nearest cantina. He hadn't really operated in CIS space before, and wasn't sure what to expect and wasn't sure what the planet was like. But he knew that the local cantina would be the best place to get an approximation of what the city's buzz is like.

He stepped into the buzzing cantina, which was fairly active, hosting many different patrons and most definitely enough to stay conspicuous. He was now officially on the First Order's list and he isn't sure how well The Poet would receive the news or if he even has yet. CIS space was good for him though as it was away from both of those parties and would finally give him a chance to relax. Sitting down at the bar, he waved down the bartender, a Lyrkon female, the native species of the planet from the quick holo-net search he did of the planet, and ordered some Eriadu beer. Eriadu beer is not the best tasting beer, but it's not the worst, but most importantly it was from his homeworld, a planet both despised and loved. The beer was a familiarity to him which unlike his current predicament is an uncertainty. He slowly begins to sip his beer as he contemplates what his next action should be.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

Location: Mikko | Time: Early Evening | Objective: Recruit some guns | Tags: [member="Amarant deWinter"] [member="Carith Thelcar"]​

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Daniel and a few others of his clan had been assigned to run some flyby patrols in Mikko's sector. After a few weeks in the saddle he was growing tired of the same old routine and rejoiced when he was prompted into a recruiting assignment. Not too much more than a hired gun himself, he had a bit of knowledge when it came to those interested in siding with The Confederacy, but not much.

Glancing down to his datapad he checked the location where he was supposed to meet his first contacts. "The Golden Krayt Dragon Cantina." He muttered, before letting out a shallow snort. "Slick."

It did not take Daniel long to find the cantina. It was a smaller establishment near the edge of the city but it seemed to have it's own crowd that made up it's customer base. As he made his way through the front door's, the Mandalorian began to search the room. The mixed crowd of aliens and humans made a small roar of conversation, overshadowed by the bit of music echoing through out the cantina. As far as appearance went, Daniel likely stood out even amongst such a diverse crowd. Unlike most Mandalorians he didn't care to wear his armor if he wasn't in the thick of combat. Instead he wore the same attire he wore on his Daddy's ranch back home. A thick pair of blue jeans and a long-sleeved crimson shirt made up the base of his outfit. However, it was what hung from his hips that caught the eye of most of the men and aliens. On the left side of his waist, a holster carrying a slugthrower inside it's pocket. On the right side of his waist was a thickly rolled cord of rope, rather simple in appearance it was an advanced weapon, a vibrolasso.

Approaching the bar, Daniel took notice of a bearded man who fit the description of [member="Amarant deWinter"]. He was not sure if it was the man, but he was sure he fit the description. Pulling a pack of cigarra's from his pocket he placed one of the cylinders in his lips as he spoke to the man. "Hey there." He called out, as he sat down next to the man.

"Got a light?" Daniel asked, gesturing to the man's lit cig.

If the man would be so generous as to offer Daniel a lighter, he would use the device to light his own cigarra before flashing a small grin over to the man. "Name's Dusty. I'm willin' to bargain you're name is Amarant, am I right?"

 

[Amarant deWinter]

The next little bit at the cantina were, ultimately, not very entertaining. His first drink was brought to him and he and Taago spent most of the time talking about the future. He did not show it but Amarant knew that he was worried. His species were not apt to be alone out in the universe and his entire family had shunned him which is what brought the two together. He did not have the luxury of going back to a home, and neither did Amarant, which is what made them work so well together. Neither of them had anything to lose.

After his first drink, he ordered another, and then another, and before long the alcohol was doing its job. For a man who drank as much as he did he was easily intoxicated and that did not bother him too much. It was just cheaper for him to get drunk. But, it also made him a bit more difficult to deal with, and as he was approached by a man with a cowboy hat on his eyes lit up in excitement. "That is one hell of an outfit!" Amarant said with glee in his eyes. When he asked for a light he reached into his pocket and pulled out a metal lighter with a cap that he flipped back and used his finger to create a flame. On the side of the lighter two extremely faded letters were barely visible in the dimlight of that bar: FU.

"How much you willing to bargain?" Amarant said in response.

"Don't make things difficult, Amarant." Taago said with a bit of a sigh.

Tilting his head back, he groaned loudly, and lifted his drink up and took a large gulp. "You never let me have any fun!" He slammed the cup to the table, not with aggression, just drunkenly and he leaned forward eye balling the slugthrower and what appeared to be a whip on his side. Amarant looked down at his beat to hell blaster BL-28 Blaster and he felt a wee bit of jealousy and inferiority. "Is that a damned whip?" Amarant said pointing down to the whip on his side. "I didn't realize CIS was recruiting cowboys." Amarant laughed at his own joke and nudged Taago in the ribs who responded only with a furry paw to his own face.

Amarant reached into his jacket and pulled out another cigarette and lit it, taking a deep drag, and staring out across at Dusty. "We need some work, Dusty." He supposed it was time to get down to business.

[member="Daniel Americus"]
[member="Carith Thelcar"]