The Galactic Museum

[D'vok Windroamer]

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Ah, the lower levels of coruscant. It wasn't as glamorous as Nar Shadda, but it wasn't as shady as Nal Hutta. There was a certain level of tranquility that D'vok found in cities, especially Coruscant. Maybe it was of his history there. D'vok glanced to his side. A rodian thrown out of a run down cantina. Another day D'vok might've stopped in and had a drink. He was busy today. A old devaronian man sat at the entrance to an alleyway. D'vok tossed him a five credit chip. Enough to buy lunch, but not enough for spices. That's what his father always told him. He turned the corner and entered the small spaceport. He looked for the large sign that would say; DOCKING PORTS 1-10.
He found it. A group of Jawas surrounding a gonk droid exited the elevator as he entered. He pressed the button for seven, and listened to the music that was playing. Once he exited, he felt relief flood his mind as he saw his baby again, his YT-2400, The Prometheus' Bounty. He gave a small wave to the cockpit, where he saw his trusty B1 battle droid, Thirty Eight. He jauntily climbed the boarding ramp and made his way to the common room, where he expected to meet his "associates."
[member="Kira Vaal"], [member="DHK-51"], [member="Darkul Elahad"], [member="Myles Vylumnar"].

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

Myles would be sitting within the common room. At first glance, the young man appeared to be a simple two-bit smuggler, nothing special at all. He sat in a lax position, keeping mostly to himself. His presence gave off a very calm and collected demeanor. Subtly, he scanned the room (presumably) full of new associates. His eyes appeared blank and glazed over - almost as if he hadn't had a week's worth of sleep.

"I like your ship," He muttered. "So what did you say we were here for again?"

 

[DHK-51]

DHK stood near the edge of the room, watching the B1 droid intently. It full expected the old hardware to malfunction and try to kill anyone or anything in sight. DHK hadn't really paid attention to the collection of people that had been assembled, nor did it really care. It was here only to collect credits, and maybe a force related artifact if possible, just to please it's master. One of the party spoke, though only a mutter. Smuggler of all things, scum that needed to be removed from the galaxy.

"Statement: If this job isn't worth the wait, I may feel the need to exterminate you all."

[member="Kira Vaal"] - [member="Darkul Elahad"] - [member="Myles Vylumnar"] - @D'vok Windroamer

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

D'vok looked at both the droid and the kid. He looked like a kid to D'vok, at least. He didn't really remember where he had met either of them. Cantina maybe? Was he a part of the alliance? Maybe he was one of the mercenaries who he had payed off. That was probably the HK droid.
"We're here for a job. I'll explain in detail once we're all here."
There were two others that had been contacted for the job. One D'vok knew, and the other he didn't. Perhaps they were in a different area of the ship? Maybe they hadn't arrived yet. Or maybe, they were just sitting in the dark corner of the room. He glanced back to the droid.
"The payout is more than worth your time. I can assure you."

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

"I sure hope it is... Just give us the word when it's time to get out of here. I'm starting to get angsty." He said, clearly getting impatient.

His impatience, however, was clouded by a twinkle of excitement in his eye. The young man had longed for an adventure with a good payout. He fluffed his jacket, adjusting in his seat. Still, he'd wondered what they were waiting for. He assumed there were more people involved; He wasn't fully briefed on the situation. Myles was only here for money, because that's all that really mattered to him at the time.

Nevertheless, he knew is role here. He'd be the pilot of this ship for a short while. Having been fascinated with ships his entire life, Myles was excited to fly this ship. He recognized it as a YT-series light freighter; famed for their reputation as smuggler ships.

@D'vok Windroamer | [member="DHK-51"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Darkul Elahad"]

 

[D'vok Windroamer]

"Ah, don't worry. If they're not here in a couple of hours I'll just brief you guys and tell 'em later." D'vok said, with confidence.
D'vok glanced again at the kid, noticing a certain look he gave off. He reminded D'vok of himself, when he was younger. Back when everything was fun and games, no matter how high the stakes, and credits were the only thing that mattered. Back before he messed with the wrong people and got himself frozen in carbonitr for over 800 years. Bad stuff. Nevertheless, D'vok was getting a bit impatient as well. The lateness of the two absentees was unprofessional, at least to D'vok. He was no expert at being professional, not in the least! But he had enough experience with bounty hunters and cartel bosses to know you don't show up late, especially for a job this big. D'vok tapped his foot against the steel plating, or at least that's what it looked like. Little did the others know, it was one of the many secret compartments that the ship had, essential for smuggling those "Special" goods that were in so high demand.

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

"Alright, let's just get this over with." he said, with a sudden snap in his voice.

"What'd the job, and how much am I- are we being paid?" he asked.

Myles sat up with a sort of vigor. It was clear that the young man was ready, and anxious to get started. Secretly, he held a sort of distrust for everyone, especially the droid. Though he was eager, he was inexperienced; naive. He would be cautious to not be ripped off, double-crossed, or left for dead. He was mentally prepared, but was he physically?

@D'vok Windroamer | [member="DHK-51"] | [member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Darkul Elahad"]


EDIT: If anything I have a contact (slicer) to replace any absentees or as a backup/support.