They Flock At Frida's [Red Ravens] [Open to All]

[Isaac Ideus]

"Lysle? It's a pleasure."

He tossed a thumb towards the squib, "My friend and I have a shipment to Coruscant, and I've got some talks to do. I'm looking for some extra muscle. I don't care if you don't have the experience, everyone starts out somewhere, aye."

Isaac glanced to his left and quickly glanced down. He raised his eyebrows in curiosity... he had never seen this race before. But if this Mr. Rigger character was offering a job and pay, he'd work with a Hutt for all he cared. "Sounds doable. When do we start?"

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Arianna Maneria]

Arianna Get's out of The Reckless Abandon, and is immediately consumed by that sound which reminds her of home. "No better place to find some trouble than a shady port cantina. Maybe i can get some leads on some bounties or a guard job." She walks in and sits at a table in the back.

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"We start in two hours, landing in the entertainment district on Coruscant." Lysle reclined into his seat, each elbow resting on the backrest. "You still didn't give me your name." It wasn't a question, but statement, that much could be said from Lysle's lips. His voice not as soft and welcoming as they had been. He was suspicious. Sure, he'd done this a hundred times, recruiting strangers from Frida's on a last minute mission to see how they worked. It was a risky move that paid off well, and other times, well, it's why Lysle had a warrant for his arrest in Mandalorian, Omega Protectorate and Republic space. Not to mention how he got his nickname, Lysle of the Hydian Way. He'd outran a thousand authorities and bounty hunters along that Hyperspace route. He glanced at another newcomer who entered the cantina, tonight was a busy night. He knew his type; the criminal type. She was one of them. Lysle placed his fingers between his lips, twisting his body to face the half Miraluka and whistled aloud to grab her attention. He waved her down. Turning on his friends, he remarked, "Business is good tonight. Anyway Lenix, I was also hoping you could check out my Tachyon when we get back from our mission and see if I could do any improvements."

[member="Arianna Maneria"] [member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Lenix Ornil"]l

 

[Lenix Ornil]

Lenix picked up a communicator from one of his belt pouches and radioed his ship~ "PT? Prep the ship for loading and meet me on the south-side docks"

"Affirmative Sir" replied a grating voice over the comlink

"Ready when you're ready big guy" he smirked

 

[Arianna Maneria]

Arianna smirks and thinks to herself "this is why i love these places", and saunters over to the table and plops down in the booth. "Yes"? She said.

 

[Isaac Ideus]

"Call me Isaac. I'm ready as long as there's money involved," he declared, taking another drag out of his cigarette.

He wasn't sure what he was getting himself into. Not at all. But he knew that ships don't set sail without action, and this was the kind of spontaneous decision that could get him over this hump. He had very little besides the clothes on his back and an attitude. He had never been to Coruscant and had always dreamed of doing so, but this wasn't about sight-seeing.

He looked over to the squib pilot and nodded, raising his whiskey glass in salutation. "I'm Isaac... hope you've got some food on board your ship, I'm starving."

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
[member="Lenix Ornil"]

 

[Lenix Ornil]

The squib switched his glance to the human with a smirk and raised an eyebrow "Sure, but she's a freighter not a cantina, so don't go clearing my stocks" he clanked his own glass and took a long drink before setting it down again

 

[Isaac Ideus]

"So you're a pilot eh?" "Listen, I don't mean to be disrespectful or anything but... what exactly are... you? I mean... you know what I mean, right?" he asked with a sheepish and slightly embarrassed grin. He didn't want to dig himself into some socially awkward hole but he was naturally curious. Isaac had had little contact with species other than humans, and he was fascinated to be speaking to one he had never seen before.

[member="Lenix Ornil"]

 

[Lenix Ornil]

"Never met a Squib before? Obviously you've been brought up in too high of a place!" he laughed, taking another swig "My kind are located towards the outer rim~ Skor II. We mainly work in salvage and scavenging up junk and re-selling it across the galaxy." he happily explained to the human "I decided the smuggling and cargo trade had better money, and 5 years trailing behind capital ships and collecting space junk taught me that!" he laughed

 

[Cambry Owens]

Cambry simply nodded to that news. ​

"...Right then. I'll be heading towards Coruscant."
He reached back to a pouch on his belt, removed a slip of paper, and slid it over the table to the Squib. On it was a number, labeled 'frequency'. ​

"Consider me a form of escort." He looked to Lysle. "We'll see if you're interested in maintaining an association after all of this, but hey; you're a busy man." He waved a hand, dismissing himself, and simply stepped off from the table, giving the occupants a simple nod in farewell. Moments later, he was back in the swell of the noisy, rambunctious crowd, hit with the glow of flashing club lights and visually-loud signs.​

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As always, the T-visor in the crowd drew his attention. Moreso because he was sure he had seen that heavy bundle of Mando before. Tatooine.​

Twice wasn't coincidence, but he couldn't be sure he was being followed. His nerves were tight enough as was, what with the crowd and the setting. But moments later he had made his brash decision, and altered his path to head straight for the man, his brow setting behind his visor.​

Upon reaching the bar counter, he leaned against it, looking over to the wrapped-up man.​

"...Looks like we've got the same taste in sleazy krifpits."​

His tone was conversational, like one would use with an old friend. Though he continued to scan his surroundings, his intention wasn't violent anyway. He just wanted to know what was up.​

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[member="Isaac Ideus"] // [member="Lenix Ornil"] // [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] // [member="Kyber Salurra"]
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[Kyber Salurra]

Kyber looked to the other Mandalorian as he walked up to him and eventually spoke. It seemed as if Kyber did remember him from somewhere. Tatooine, the Cantina where the other Mando bought something from a Jawa. Kyber responded to him, the microphone shifting and distorting his voice into one of a more robotic tone; "Seems so."

Kyber wasn't in the mood for friendly conversation, he just wanted to find a place to sit and relax as he got used to his 'new' shoulder, but he was curious about one thing. He looked the other Mandalorian up and down behind his helmet to get a read on the man before asking; "I'm curious. What did you buy from that Jawa in Tatooine? I tried to catch up to you and ask but the sands were frying through the systems in my helmet at the time. I've fixed it, though." Kyber felt the need to add that last bit about him fixing it, although he didn't know why. Perhaps it was his pride as a mechanic that wouldn't let it go unsaid? He didn't know for sure, but he awaited the man's response all the same.

// [member="Cambry Owens"] //

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

[member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Arianna Maneria"]

Lysle let Isaac and Lenix talk, turning his grey eyes upon Arianna. He motioned with a finger, offhandedly mentioning, "I know a ruffian when I see one." He waved his hand as he spoke, confident in the way he spoke and the words he chose, a ceaselessly sagacious man. A true Machiavellian. "As I just told my fellows, looking to hire out some extra muscle. The pay is good." Lysle turned to regard Lenix, talking to the Squib "And once we head out, I've got something to share with you."

 

[Lenix Ornil]

The squib nodded to him~ doffing his tatty officer's cap to him before finishing off his drink~ "Alrighty then~ I'll have PT set up the crew quarters too~ there's an Imperial shipping run going along the main hyperspace route so I'll need to re-plot a course~ which'll take longer than the usual"

 

[Arianna Maneria]

Arianna stares at the well spoken man "Now when you say the pay is good, what exactly are we talkin'? " Thinking in the back of her mind that she's about to be offered an absurdly low amount of money.

 

[Cambry Owens]

[member="Kyber Salurra"]​

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"I can't really explain better than his demonstration did. If ya saw it."
Cambry seems distracted - he's bound to be, in a crowd like this. Obviously the other Mandalorian garbed man remembered the encounter, but suddenly other priorities came floating in on Cambry's mind, and he felt the need to make his exit. He slapped the counter idly as he straightened up.​

"Nice talk. See you around."
He couldn't be bothered with anything more polite, and just walked off into the crowd, heading for the exit. Minutes later, he'd be out on the streets, mustering all his intimidation to force away the street scum. It was with relief that he boarded the Lassie, and then made his way off planet, and into the smoggy sky.
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//Exit Thread//​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

Colap came in from a side door and mad immediately for the bar. He was not dressed in his usual. This time he was suited up, gray armor plates clicking gently as he walked with a determined stride. He had left Solar back on board the ship, as he was in a hurry.

As he approached the bar the smugglers deft eyes caught the sight of the other Mercs that had flocked like moths to a flame. all new bloods looking to get a job no doubt. Colap reached up and slipped his faceplate down, sealing the helmet with a click. The eyes glowed a dull blue, giving him a nightmarish catlike look.

One hand on his Westar-35 Colap approached the bar on the opposite side the strangers were on, trying to conceal his identity and presence as well as he could.

It was through notorious back channels he had heard the man was looking for a few hands, and having worked one job already was satisfied with the prospects.

"Got time for a chat boss?" He asked quietly, so as not to arouse anyone’s attention.

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

Lysle was about to open his mouth to answer the girl when a voice cut through the tranquillity screen. Lysle twisted his body and craned his neck to look upon Colap. "Sure thing," he spoke, standing himself up. His hand dragged along the booth as he left the radiant yellow screen. The music returned to his senses with a thunderous roar where it had once been a distant boom. "What's up," Lysle asked, knowing no one would be able to overhear their conversation with the loud music blaring.

[member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

"I need a favor."

Colap wasn't dumb and he knew that what he was about to ask Lyle was more dangerous than betting on a podrace while drunk. Or trying to wrestle a Rancor.

"I need a bit of cash to scrape up a new vessel of mine. And any lead's on a new job, dont trust these rookies."

Colap hooked his thumb over towards the gaggle of newcomers at the bar...

 

[Lok Jorunn]

It was a shame at what darkness this galaxy had been borne into. The entire universe was black, full of nothing and the vile cruelty of silence. Only trillions upon trillions of stars dotted the spacial realm and even this it still wasn't quite enough to shed light upon the galaxy. Lok Jorunn saw himself as a star among this dreaded space of uncertainty, loneliness, and the maws of the void.

A change of the lighting brought the brooding man back to his senses. His location at the seedier section of this club didn't exactly help his mood, but it offered more than enough entertainment for the all-knowing Harbinger. Contacts steered him to and fro throughout these worlds. Intelligence was probably the most vital thing to have ever graced life itself besides love. Love, restricted to him and any of those who aligned themselves with him. How pitiful. Some godforsaken beacon of light in a sea of black; the beacon flickered for just a moment.

"Woe to thee." The masked man murmured to himself, easing the glass in his hand to his lips. The dark liquid stirred for a moment before being dumped down the throat of a thirsty, needing man. "O my enemy."

Setting the glass down with a light chink, the cloaked man shifted in his seat. Using the gifts granted upon him, he stretched his being out across this oh so fine establishment. Drugs, violence, sex, and the fulfillment of sins permeated each and every conversation he tapped into. Of course a few weren't that bad, but bad nonetheless. Mentally shrugging, he rose from his seat and threw a few credits on the table. With a new but hastily planned mission in mind, he started for the first table that caught his attention. There wasn't really anything special and he didn't linger in his senses long enough to clearly hear their conversation, but it was...different than the rest.

[member="Colap Ticon"], [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], [member="Arianna Maneria"]. [member="Lenix Ornil"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"I owe you anyway, look, how about we hit up the shipyards in Coruscant. I'm heading there for a meeting. You point out what you want, within reasonable pricing, and I'll shout you it. I don't owe you anything, and you don't owe me anything. We're even, and hey, I'm sorry your ship got shot up. As I said, I thought the bloke was stupid, not insane." Lysle reached over, patting Copal on the shoulder in confidence. His eyes began to notice the figure moving towards his booth, where the only tranquility screen in the cantina operated. Showering the nearby patrons in a yellow radiance. Lysle winked to Copal, allowing him to find a seat at the booth, and possibly a drink. He moved towards Lok Jorunn, stepping in his way, "Can I help you?"

[member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Colap Ticon"]