The Janara Run

[Rexus Wenck]

Rexus Wenck did't think too much of the planet of Janara. The system sat in the middle of two powerhouses, the Galactic Alliance, and the First Order, and it was quite an understatement to say that it was quite surprising that neither of the two had made overtures to secure the system as apart of either's nation. But Rexus Wenck didn't care about the geopolitical situation, he preferred to use the planet as a base of operations for his upcoming plans, ignorant and indifferent to Janara's predicament.

Since the Skor debacle, Rexus slowly raised funds, and had gone to ground. The stormtrooper shed his former identity, along with the other survivors of Supreme Commander Graush's wrath. Pressed into the auxiliary, with limited funds to buy the equipment he needed to save himself, Wenck decided to return to his roots. Robbery and piracy. Although Janaran authorities frowned upon piracy, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. And that was good enough for Rexus.

The ex-stormtrooper sat in the far corner of a seedy cantina, he'd put out the word in the spaceport that a crew of mercenaries had a score, and needed another man or two for the score. It was ambitious, it didn't include much information, but included the caveat that it was an extremely dangerous job and the cantina to conduct the job interview. The promise of danger of course ruled most out, but that didn't matter. Wenck wanted the toughest, the best for this job, not some weaklings.

The combat veteran took long drags of his cigarette as he watched people drift in and out of the cantina, hoping some of them would have heard of, or had some interest in the job.

 

[Cortana Jade]

Cantina' had been crowded as of late, Janara was going through the First Order Occupation, and people were clinging onto whatever they could to ease their minds; swoop racing had become a thing. He'd already been here, having come on the Liberty to smuggle supplies to the Rebels. He didn't know initially that's why he was coming, he didn't care too much to get the details of the jobs. Whenever Logan powered up the ship, Rebel just tagged along.

Leaving however wouldn't be as easy as coming and so they had to do what they had to do in order to get by in the meantime. He for sure wasn't trying to get in on the rebellion...it just didn't feel like his problem anymore since he...

Sigh.

He maneuvered himself through the cantina after having got word of some mercenary work. It sounded easy enough since he'd b previously worked for the Hutts doing similar work. Nothing could be worse than facing down a Krayt dragon...hell. Now he was just praying that would be the case with this job...didn't want to jinx it.

"You were the guy looking for mercs?" he nodded at the man after making his presence know. He'd wait for the smoke to clear a bit.

[member="Rexus Wenck"]

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Rexus glared at the man, looking him up and down. The ex-stormtrooper took a deep drag, blowing out a foul smelling, grey cloud. Rexus wasn't dressed professionally. He wore a loose fitting, burgundy jacket, with a white dinner shirt underneath. His fingernails were yellowing, from years of smoking cigarettes. Distinctly, his left arm, was mechanical, and rested, holding a dirty glass, filled with a brown liquid. His hair was a greasy, dirty blonde, and his face carried scars, showing he at least had some experience in what he was talking about.

"I may be," Rexus wheezed cryptically. The tall man, turned in his chair and lifted his legs onto the table, exhibiting his lanky legs, covered by loose fitting jeans, and ending with a pair of raggedy, mud coated boots. "And if I were to be able to provide such information," He drawled in a low tone, "I would need to know that you can be trusted. That there will be some confidence between us."

He gently tapped his cigarette on the cheap plastoid table, letting the ashes, lie, smouldering. "So," The mercenary asked, "Can you be trusted?" He asked, a cocksure grin coming over his face, challenging Rebel.

[member="Rebel Sunka"]

 

[Cortana Jade]

He sucked his teeth while taking a breath before looking around and then finding his gaze back on its intended target.

Sigh.

"Can you be trusted?"

He took a beat before he gave an answer. "No..." he shrugged. Around these parts, and at this time, who the hell could really be trusted. Word had spread through the spaceport and there were too many sleezy folk coming in and definitely not leaving anytime soon. Of course he was being sarcastic to match the one who challenged him.

"I guess that's a risk your going to have to take..." Rebel took a seat opposite of him, pressing his elbows in the glass and resting his face against his hands. "But, given all of that I assume your the guy I'm looking for aye?"

He noted the scars, so he could guess the type of work this guy might get into. Either that or he's a chit-starter.

[member="Rexus Wenck"]

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Rexus snarled at the man, and gave him a disappointed shake of his head, "If a man cannot trust his fellow man, then what has he?" Rexus asked, raising an eyebrow, "I run a tight ship, and if I have someone who can't promise a basic of a procedural contract, then I will then have to forego him as a candidate."

Rexus paused, and took a sip from his glass, before slamming it down on the table with a deafening clank, "So if all you're gonna do is sit here and ask questions," He lazily raised his arm, and pointed out the door, "Door's that way and you can go piss off."

[member="Rebel Sunka"]