Nowhere to go and nobody to go to(Open)

[Arcturus Hallum Quinn]

A battered 3-Z Freighter would enter the Ryloth system struggling along. Arcturus would be sitting in the cockpit, on the co-pilots seat would be a durasteel lockbox that he has no way of opening. As he coaxes the ship along, hoping to use the Ryloth Orbital station to refuel he thinks back on the last three years of his life. The constant hopping from one system to another and the doing odd jobs here and there had really taken a toll on his morale. The life of luxury and nobility he had left was now far behind him.

As he nears the refueling station he docks and opens the docking bay and walks out of his ship, he would be dressed in his now filthy and tattered blue and black clothing, the edges would be frayed and it would be dusty but it would still have that look of having once come from nobility about it. He stands next to his ship waiting for the refueling droid to approach him as he rests one hand calmly on his holstered blaster, his natural force sensitive senses being slightly dulled from exhaustion.

 

[Aithne Charr]

Sat back in a chair in the rest area of the refueling station, a rather angry bothan sitting across from him that rambled on about a sour deal. Juthan sighed and looked over the area, letting his mind reach out as he looked over someone else to talk to and seeing Arcturus. "Find you pest, take your credits." He dug out a handful of credits and tossed them to the Bothan as he headed over to Arcturus. "Stopping in to refuel and heading off?" He walked up beside him, casually looking over the man's ship out of the window.


@[member='Arcturus Hallum Quinn'],

 

[Arcturus Hallum Quinn]

Looks suddenly startled as the man speaks, he would seem to have been deep in thought. He fidgets slightly as he looks at the person "Oh.. Uhm yeah. Well if I have enough credits to refuel properly, uhm.. yourself?" he would fidget nervously, pulling his tattered clothing together and then smoothing out wrinkles as he looks back at his ship and then at the man again.

@Juthan'Athar

 

[Zorskka Vull]

Vull sits at one of the booths in the rest area, still wondering if agreeing to go with Jut was a good idea. The commander had requested his company for "security reasons" as he put it. Their mission, if there even was one, hadn't been stated. Vull impatiently waited as their ships were refueled.
He had seen the interaction between Jut and the bothan, and it was taking every ounce of his willpower to not put a blaster bolt between the blabbering fool's eyes. Vull hated bothans. As Jut's interaction with the bothan came to an end, Zorskka's attention turned to the rugged figure that had just entered the rest area, and his hand instinctively reached for the blaster at his side, ready for any trouble that might occur.

@[member="Juthan'Athar"]
@[member="Arcturus Hallum Quinn"]

 

[The Dark Templar]

@[member="Arcturus Hallum Quinn"] @[member="Juthan'Athar"] @[member="Zorskka Vull"]
"In need of credits, aye?!"
A strong jolly voice boomed out from behind the two as the large black armored being clanked out closer from behind them
"Well I wouldn't mind borrowing ye some, son, not at all."
He chuckled out, his large vibro-mace shivered at his belt
"A welcomin' gift of sorts to Ryloth, Confederate land"
He offered each of his hands to the two fellows who were just talking
"And I am the Guildmaster of Bounty Hunters' Guild, most just call me the Guildmaster."

 

[Aithne Charr]

Watches him for a few seconds before glancing back, checking to make sure Vull hadn't blasted the Bothan between the eyes. Once sure the bothan was ok he looked back at Arcturus. "No need to be nervous, im of no danger. Just here refueling my ship and looking around the station." He looked back at the ship. "So where'd you get the you get your ship, its an interesting design... cant quite recall the model name though." He was relaxed, that feeling seemed to radiate off him towards Arcturus. What was truly was happening was Juthan had been pushing the feeling of being relaxed towards Arcturus with the force.

He craned his neck back to look at the man. "Ahh, hello. Im Juthan'Athar, a pilot for the Consortium. I believe both our groups are supported by the owners of this refueling station, no?"

@Arcturus Hallum Quinn @[member="The Dark Templar"] @Zorskka Vull

 

[Arcturus Hallum Quinn]

Watches the large figure talk and extend his hand his voice nearly gets caught in his throat as the person extends his hand "I.. uh... uhm..." he accepts the handshake as he continues staring at the man with wide eyes "N.. No need sir..." takes a couple of deep breaths feeling strangely relaxed suddenly "It's a pleasure to meet you Mister Guildmaster.. My names Arcturus, most people just call me Arc." looks back at the other man "It's a 3-Z Light Freighter, got it from my parents when I left." he directs his gaze briefly over to the Trandoshan then back at the two men.

@The Dark Templar @Juthan'Athar @Zorskka Vull

 

[Aithne Charr]

Nodded and smiled at the man. "Ahh, well. It seems to be in good enough shape." Juthan let the waves of energy continue to flow, glad that it was effecting him positively. "Anyone up for a drink or a bite, haven't had one myself."

@Arcturus Hallum Quinn @The Dark Templar @Zorskka Vull

 

[The Dark Templar]

@Arcturus Hallum Quinn @Juthan'Athar @Zorskka Vull
The Guildmaster slightly tilted his head at Juthan
"I never heard of no 'Consortium' and frankly, even if ye are supported by the Confeds, it mean no feth to me. They also support pirates, I'll be arresting them soon enough probably."
He grumbled out, his hand softly resting on the hilt of his mace, not preparing to fight, just a thing he does idly.
"Just don't cause no trouble and be no Sith, and there be no reason for me to arrest ye."

He followed Arc's gaze to the Trandoschan, turning back to look over the mercenary creature in the resting booth.
He took a quick glance to scan the Doschan before looking back to the two of them
"3-Z Freighter? Nice model, I been flying it when I was a wee lad, my first ship."
He looked down to Arc
"You would not be looking for a job, would you?"
He studied the young man from behind his metal mask
"I may not just give ye the money, but at least I can let ye earn it."

 

[Zorskka Vull]

Zorskka finally stood up and walked over to where the three men were conversing, slightly relaxing the grip on his blaster, but still alert.

"Excussse me," he addressed @[member="The Dark Templar"], pulling him aside "but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. You sssay you're guildmaster of the Bounty Huntersss' Guild? I've been interesssted in joining you for some time now. I believe that my skillsss could be of great benefit to you. Are you hiring?"

@[member="Juthan'Athar"]
@[member="Arcturus Hallum Quinn"]

 

[Haven Pryde]

(OOC: Hopefully you bloaks don't mind li'l ol' me? )

Haven arrived in her CC-7700 Frigate dubbed the "Raven's Nest" and then stepped out of it, the ship needed a quick fueling and then she would be on her way, as she stepped off her ship she wore her hair lose down over her shoulders with her white form fitting tank top, black studded fingerless gloves with a pair of kacki cargos and a pair of black combat boots, she had her twin lightsabers on her belt and wore an expensive pair of sun glasses, from a quick glance you'd think she was a veteran soldier but in fact she is the very thing that commands respect and dissent... she is the cohort and partner in crime of the very dashing, very awesome Jack Sparrow.

One of the many places in the galaxy she could visit to refuel and she just had to choose this station, for whatever reason was uncertain, but she felt the force pulling her toward it. As Haven Pryde walked confidently toward the office and waiting area of the fueling stating she pulled a small bag of credits from her pockets and strung it on her belt loop to make it more accessible and then continued on her path, upon entering the establishment she smirked at all that were inside and walked over to the attendant "How much for a fueling?" she asked in a clear tone of disrespect, fact is she didn't respect anybody that was not one of her own so she didn't think to respect this woman who just looked at her and glared.

"Please I don't want trouble" the woman jabbed her with words thinking Haven would give a damn "Don't worry, I just need to fuel up and then I'll be gone, now how much credits is it to fuel my ship?" she asked this time with a more compassionate tone that she obviously faked "10 thousand credits" the woman replied and haven took the 5k out and set it on the counter "That should be enough" she then walked away and waited for the ship to be refueled.

 

[Arcturus Hallum Quinn]

His eyes would drift slightly towards the woman who just entered, he would look at her from top to bottom and then notices the sabers on her belt, he stares silently then shakes his head and looks away

 

[The Dark Templar]

@Arcturus Hallum Quinn @Juthan'Athar @Zorskka Vull @[member="Haven Pryde"]
Guildmaster looked to the Trandoschan who came up to him, although he raised his hand instead of letting himself be pulled aside.
It wasn't anything they would have to talk about privately, anyhoo, and he was discussing job proposition with Arc as well
"Oh aye, I am, we have a Guild office on the port where you can get yerself signed up. It's fairly simple, just write in your credentials, and alias or name you want to go by, and you'll be signed up, in turn you'll get frequency to private Guild channel, once new bounties pop up, or news about on-going bounties, we'll let you know."
He motioned in the vague direction of the office he cited
"You'll get access to the roster too, to see who completed what bounty and who is attempting to complete a bounty, although business has been fairly slow recently."

He looked back to Arc
"I could use a good cargo pilot right now, as well, that is why I was asking, lad."

 

[Arcturus Hallum Quinn]

Looks slightly confused "Cargo pilot?" looks back at his ship and then back at the large man "I don't really have a proper crew to run a cargo bussiness... It's only me really." he fidgets with his clothes again "You are part of this Confederacy?"

 

[Aithne Charr]

Follows the mans gaze towards @[member="Haven Pryde"], watching her for a few moments before looking back at the others. "My offer stands, you can find me in the rest area if any of you need a bite to eat or something to drink." He turned, the aura that had been falling off him faded as he walked away. He stretched and looked at Vull for a moment, motioning with his head a signal meant to say, "Ill be fine, head off."

 

[The Dark Templar]

@[member="Arcturus Hallum Quinn"] @Juthan'Athar @Zorskka Vull @Haven Pryde
The Guildmaster nodded
"I can supply ye with a droid crew, won't be much, but it will earn you a good credit to get yer ship repaired, and you can get started in the Galaxy."
He looked to the ship
"From that, who knows, you can meet plenty of people you can learn from, and plenty opportunities for career, with Confederacy and otherwise."
He then glanced back to Arc
"And aye, speaking of Confederacy, I have been hired as one of their commanders, plenty of charges I led for them, yes sir, and plenty of criminals I have brought by their throat for them. Dread Pirate Lord RC for example, and shot his best mate in the head when they tried to blow up signing of Articles, the start of Confederacy."

 

[Arcturus Hallum Quinn]

He stares at the chiss walks away, his exaustion and nervousness returning again he looks back at @The Dark Templar "I could try.." thinks about the durasteel lockbox "Would you know somebody that can open a durasteel lockbox for me?"
@Juthan'Athar @Zorskka Vull @Haven Pryde

 

[Haven Pryde]

haven had left moments before anything had truly happened and headed for the mess hall, she was starved and she needed to rest up a bit since it had been a long run to get here and her ship was hauling a nice payload of spice and weapons, funny how it happens she would need to be among a bunch of do-gooders and spoil sports just to get fueled up, as she continued to walk toward the mess hall she got a nice signal from the force and smiled defiantly while walking.

Entering into the mess hall she walked over to a small freezer and took out a protein shake, walking over to another frozen section she grabbed a small tub of yogurt and then walked over and paid for it, walking over to a booth she seated herself and began to dig into her cheaply bought meal, she had more than enough credits to spare so it wasn't an issue to buy a more fancier meal but she simply wasn't that hungry and so she ate her yogurt and drank her shake.

 

[Zorskka Vull]

Vull nods as @[member="The Dark Templar"] tells him where the bounty office is. Walking back over to Jut, he says, "I'm going to go check in at the bounty office, be back ssssoon."

The trandoshan gives one glance at the woman headed towards the mess hall, before heading off towards the port, eager to finally sign up for bounty work again.

@[member="Juthan'Athar"]
@[member="Haven Pryde"]
@[member="Arcturus Hallum Quinn"]

 

[The Dark Templar]

@Arcturus Hallum Quinn @Zorskka Vull
The Guildmaster nodded in affirmative again
"Oh aye, I would be able to do it, nothing easier. How big is it? And are you expecting it to have something fragile inside?"
He adjusted speaking to Arc