Scavenger Run

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"Alright, you have my attention." he drummed the points of his finger's against the table with a 'TAP' 'TAP'. "And the cream is in the cupboard behind you." he said raising a single digit to point towards the cabinet. "Ask away Darth Saltanious, but while you're telling me your story I'll be thinking about that terminal, it died so young."

"Get talking."​

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[member="Thraxis"], [member="Malineer"]​

 

[Malineer]

"Thank you for your cooperation, reluctant though it may be. I'm sorry usually I'm much more composed but at the moment I don't have the patience to be circumspect." Malineer busied himself with pouring a cup of the dark beverage into a disposal cup while he spoke in a stoic, calm tone- the kind one would use when discussing speaking to a police officer or a loan shark. "What I said before still applies, this is your vessel and I will not disrespect you, though it's clear that I have disrespected your belongings and for that I do offer my apologies." With the location of the cream now known to him he poured a bit of it into a cup and grabbed for a black disposable straw, stirring his beverage at first with a feervor but after a small droplet fell upon his thumb the Man settled into a steady, gentle rhythm and made for the table.

Malineer pulled up the seat across from Flannigan and met the chair's embrace with a thankful groan. After a quick sip of the Kaffa, Malineer's illusion seemed to take hold again, the bitter beverage, his favorite made just the way he liked it, hadn't changed much and it served it's purpose of soothing him slightly. His wrinkles softened, his cheeks grew rosy and his burning eyes shrunk and faded back to green as though someone had chased the red paint down the drain of his pupil with water. "Now." Malineer continued after his first sip of the beverage. "You've not pulled a weapon on me thus far so that leads me to two conclusions, the first is that you don't know what a Darth is- that's the least likely. The Second, is that you know very well and you're comfortable with the chances of your crew disabling or killing me. We'll both be thankful for the knowledge that I've no intention of starting a fight."

Another sip of the hot beverage passed Malineer's lips before he set down his cup and intertwined his fingers into a loose ball on the table. "Unless this is a very elaborate ruse, and you have rigged the entire holonet or have made a limited holonet just for me and know exactly what I would search, which is very doubtful- I have been frozen for several thousand years and I am deeply confused. I am at a considerable disadvantage at the moment and I will need your help."

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[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Thraxis"]
[member="Cadan Tazi"]​

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"Ah, so I see you've seen through our ruse to implant false information on the holonet, curses we should've known that the great Darth Soupermess, would see through our ploy." he removed a cigar the size of an infants arm from his pocket, he followed it length looking it up and down like the most interesting item in the world, he than lit the most interesting items in the world on fire. Black bubbling smoke washed up and out of its head in thick tendrils, like tiny malign hands intent on making everyone near by cough.

"What do you propose? and it better be good. I'm not a huge fan of sabre wavers." ​

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[member="Malineer"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Cadan Tazi"]​

 

[Malineer]

"Yes, I- Darth Slapadroid. Bane of all living things has seen through your master plan, there is none a more clever inquisitor than I." Jested Malineer with a straight face, a cheeky retort to Flannigan's own. The Sith took another short drink from his steaming beverage and got into a more relaxed pose, he leaned one elbow on the table for support while the opposite hand held his Kaffa. "Few pirates are- first what I can bring to the table is different for every party I happen to make a deal with."

The Human drummed his fingers against the disposable cup that held his kaffa gently, a moment of silence passed while he lost himself in though, staring at Flannigan all the while. A soft "hmm" from the Human broke that silence. "Stop me if I'm wrong, or rambling...But I don't really think I can give anything to the man who has everything, can I? After-all, cybernetics like those and a ship like this? You've got credits to toss around, you could buy yourself a kingdom and bugger off down the bloody rabbit hole." Malineer took a momeent to appeal to Flannigan's theatrical nature by leaning back in his chair, sighing and taking a quick sip of Kaffa and staring down into the cup wistfully before he continued. "Except you won't. You're bored, aren't you Flannigan? You're bored of the prey after so many years on the hunt and you want to see some trouble, you're a professional but you were about to yank on board a man with outstanding debt to a hutt to screw around with just so you could have something to do, regardless of whether it was selling me off to the Hutts."

Malineer leaned forward again to Flannigan, his expression remained bare, bland almost as he continued. "I like that, Captain. I can respect a man who wants the chase more than the capture. and I think that you've seen enough Sith pass you by to know how to deal with them, that or since the fall of the Empire and the Destruction of Ziost, Sith are simply stupider and more needlessly violent than ever before."
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[Flannigan Mcnash]

"Mm, you're not wrong." he ran his digits up and down the table, creating intricate lines and divides in the table's wooden panel. "You," he chewed at his next sentence in his metaphorical mouth. "have a way with words. If I didn't know better your just saying this to take advantage of my generosity." he said flicking his cigar towards him tossing the smoking stub up and into the air in an ark of ash and cheap smoke.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, stop me if I ramble. But your an old popsicle out of time, telling me you've got the secret to Jemba's fried Womp Rat legs." he adjusting his belt, a long sword hanging from it bedazzled in gem and gold alike, his form stretch up about another foot high straighten to his full height, the compact rectangular of his abdomen losing bulk and gaining in height until looming. "So don't blame me if I sound suspicious, but this all seems too good to be true."

His respiratory system blowing out a breath of pale silvery breath, it stayed there for a second, and than another becoming translucent and insubstantial before finally vanishing. "Get to the point Darth Noodle."

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[member="Malineer"], [member="Thraxis"]​

 

[Malineer]

Malineer offered his host the barest hint of a grin as relaxed in the seat with his cup he raised it by it's rim and took a drink. "Gladly." The Sith continued after a satisfied smack of his lips. "You like a bit of familiarity, don't you Flannigan? Something to usher you back to better times to a more...primal and robust state of mind." The sith explained with a thoughtful nod and a curl of his lips. "See were I a betting man, I'd put good money down on the fact you don't get a head-rush out of that cigar you're holding, they're so big so you can get as much in your system as possible to cheat the air filter on that mask of your's. That or you just like holding it for the nostalgia."

The Sith looked toward Flannigan again and sat aside his drink for the moment, leaning forward as to emphasize with body language that he was getting to the nitty-gritty, real business that required real attention. "You do this for the same reason, don't you? The thieving of small-time craft, the enjoyment of prodding new captures into feeling safe before you sell them off. You've hit the top, had to stop and that's what's been bothering you...You want to be a man again, Flannigan...Maybe not through abandoning the cybernetics but you want to the feel the rush, the panic of a situation you're not sure if you'll live through. Sith know this well, we know it very well- nothing else feels real after you've been out in the the chaos." Malineer emphasized 'chaos' in his sentence and clutched his fists tightly together to add onto that point, making firm eye-contact with Flannigan's false cybernetic eyes. "That's true for most of us, at least- that's why so many of my brethren are such violent meat-heads, addicted to the rush that power can get them...They don't know how to edge, bit like randy teenagers...I don't want the short-term thrill of battle, I want the prolonged satisfaction of the hunt...the game."

"I want men like you, who understand the value of a job well done, a battle well fought. Who get more satisfaction out of the details, the controlled chaos and the rush of the act of killing and thieving itself than the end reward. You're out here trying to spark a fire but you've a match without kindling...I would like to be that kindling, Flannigan. I have lost everything but my own wits and abilities now, and I need those willing to do work for mutual benefit- take small cities, lead men through the fires of war and the spoils that come with it because they want to, because they can and should." Malineer concluded his statement by taking a long gulp from his cup and setting it aside. He gave Flannigan the most sincere gaze of curious judement and anticipation that he could offer, to show this was a real​