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

[Lok Jorunn]

Ah, yes, the observant one. It was an unnatural and uncanny sixth sense of his told him that someone was watching him. To be quite honest, the man was surprised to have been spotted so easily and he silently murmured words of respect towards his tracker. Of course they weren't exactly tracking him, but he felt it was either someone more intelligent or someone that was actually paid to be on the lookout for suspicious characters. Although Lok was dressed in his usual garb, it was uncommon to say the least.

As the Jedi Knight moved closer to the group of people, their apparent leader swooped in to casually intercept him. There was a faint sparkle of intellect within his eyes - something that easily told him that this man was not just some wannabe. He was legit.

"Yeah, I could use some help." The Knight replied, dropping his hands to slide them into his pockets. "I'm lookin' for work. Word has it that you got openings."

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], [member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

Colap nodded to the man.

"It's a deal then, just hit me up via my channels when your ready, here's a crypto key."

Colap passed a small chip to Lysle before slinking away into the shadows of the room. He mixed with the crowd and then vanished, not wanting to quite expose his identity to these bunch. He was a semi wanted man, with plans to become even more wanted as he conquered parts of the underworld. Best to remain anonymous.

On the chip was code that unscrambled a communications link directly under the control of Colap and Colap alone. If at any time Lysle needed to reach him, he could....

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"Well the word is good," Lysle replied. He stepped through the glow of the tranquility shield, the light cascading down his shoulders and dissipated. He motioned the man in to join them at the seats. Colap brushed past Lysle, confirming their deal in quiet, he slipped a chip into his hand. Lysle nodded in his direction. Colap had disappeared as quickly as he had come. "What type of work are you looking for?" he asked, taking his seat beside Sigourney once more.

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

Lok offered the man a faint smile as he was answered - not that this man could see it or anything. The Jedi Knight eyed the man who had whispered something to this head honcho warily. Nothing of ill intent was detected, but from what Lok could tell: something had went down prior to his arrival. Probably a meeting of sorts, an assumption that he'd concluded as a data chip was passed.

"I primarily operate as a sellsword." The man admitted, accepting this man's offer to take a seat and did so before him. "I can do anything from bodyguard work to the usual grunt work." He brought his elbows up onto the table and linked his fingers together thoughtfully.

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"Part time or full time work," Lysle inquired. He twisted his body in his chair and waved down a waiter with a plater. She came to a crouch and delivered him a glass of liquid that washed around with an emerald radiated glow, with the swirling colours of red. Lysle took it out of her hands, thanking her generously. He didn't offer the man a drink. He wasn't one to force drinks into a mans hand, and thought it better a man was confident enough to get his own drink. He relaxed into his chair and took a sip, the liquid oozing down his throat. "There's a gig in two hours. Some cargo is being delivered to Coruscant, a group of us boys are heading there with a few ships. We'll be blocking through twenty-one systems. Interested?"

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Lok Jorunn]

"Part time." He answered curtly. "I have other service obligations and may be able to work for extended periods, but not much, sir." The use of the last word was intentional. It showed that he wasn't common rabble and was capable of using manners, also showing that this man before him had now garnered his respect.

"Actually," he glanced at his chrono, "that sounds perfect. What're the details?"

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"Fine by me," he took another sip. He took a glance towards the fiery Zeltron for a moment, admiring her. The words of Lok drew him back to reality, he raised his brows as he listened. Lysle began filling him in, "I've got two pilots, with a shipment of disruptors and thermals on their way to Coruscant. Local swoop gang looks to mean business, and their turf war is exploding up in their face. They want the arms, and we get them to them cheap. Well, as cheap as illegal and rare firearms come. We might come across a few patrols, but our main man has a scrambler, so most authorities will leave us alone."

[member="Lok Jorunn"]

 

[Kyber Salurra]

Kyber watched the Mandalorian leave while giving a light sigh. He hadn't seen what he was talking about. Kyber looked to the sharp looking man from the booth of which other Mandalorian had come from. He looked too good to be in this dump. Kyber watched the man do his business dealings with great multitasking skills. Kyber knew he couldn't get involved with the man. It would only lead to unnecessary danger and probably something illegal in Republic Space.

Kyber looked over the bar one last time before turning to the door and walking out hastily, wanting to return to his ship and sleep for as long as his body would let him...

// Exit Roleplay //​

 

[Lok Jorunn]

The Jedi Knight listened with interest as details were given. He knew that drinks had been set before him and this man, yet he displayed no interest in having any. Subtle movements such as craning his neck back to let liquids slide down his throat were surefire ways to allow people to see his face. In short, he gave no signs warranting his desire for a beverage.

"Sounds fun. I'll be there." Lok said, setting his hands on the table to support his rising. "If you will, I'll go prepare now." The man rose from his seat and slid out, edging closer to the tranquility shield. "I am called Saint. It's been a pleasure."

With that, he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

//Thread Exit//​

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Isaac Ideus]

Isaac walked down the street, lead by the faint "thump" of loud music from inside. He looked at the facade-- his memory had served him well. This was the bar where he met Lysle, and the place he was told to return to if he wanted more work. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it up, and stepped inside.

He surveyed the bar. He had been told that this was around the time that Lysle would be there. He saw the booth where he had first encountered him was occupied by the familiar faces he had hoped to see and walked over. A stranger got up from the table and brushed by him, and Isaac stepped through the anti-noise shield and slid into the unoccupied sheet.

Isaac raised his eyebrows as a salutation and cleared his throat. "Listen, I appreciate the work. I'd like to... get involved on a more... permanent basis" he said as he exhaled smoke. "Oh-- you don't mind, do you?" he queried, nodding at the lit cigarette.
"I know what you do, and I think I could be of service. I just need some place to stay, and a little help to get me off my feet."
Although it was rewarding in its own right, Isaac had found that his semi self-imposed exile from his home rather difficult in the beginning. He could handle it emotionally, but it was beginning to become a strain financially, and there had been a number of unforeseen hurdles in the short time he had been on his own.
"I can shoot, I can steal, I can talk."

 

[Manidark Zail]

From another topic just some back story


Manidark Zail rocketed in via jetpack, and braced for impact, he done it over it seemed a million times.

Contact broke "knees did't break good, one of these days.."

With all the firing that broke out, and currently shots were being boomed and blasted around him, everything was in a dusty fog upon Dark peering into the docking bay. Without a thought, he turned on his thermal vision to see if indeed anything existed inside, but the horror he saw. It was worse then looking through the eyes of his android, the smell... ash, smoke, flesh and a hint of fumes from the flamethrower BOD used. Dead bodies pilled over each other, I am going to remove that weapon Zail thought, he'd only had the thing for a couple months, the killer manic robot and Zail wanted to see what its original personality was like before reprogramming it, well.. he promised to find that killswitch, before asking a few questions.

"Ok, report". Manidark Zail spoke

"Sir, all is dead I believe..ship is fine as I stated before only three minutes earlier". The droid did a 360 spin around the room, spotting nothing.

"When I say report I do not mean for you to be a karking smart ass about it, so report".

"Nothing here, sir"

Dark, walked further in only to find he was being fired at. One of the shots left a scar on his right solder from attempting to dodge the shots.

"What the hell, nothing here?" Zail screamed while sliding from over and firing his own shots. An Automatic message popped up on his overhead display, ship integrity at 97 percent. Meaning he had shot his own ship, Zail was pissed and enraged.. had my own droid fired on me? Zail asked himself.

"BOD, just what the hell.....!" Static broke out with a ear piercing shot into his head.

The droid had indeed shot at him, aiming to kill, it seemed the droid he bought perhaps had a contact on his own life surely.

"Ok!, Alright this is going to end back for you, who hired the likes of you, you dumb queen"

This time a response did boom out, but not over the speaker system in his helm "Guess.. your nightmare" the death android returned. Another shot, this time at his ship.

This situation was over pretty fast, yet to Dark it felt like hours. Switching his vision to detect robots, moving over and using his jetpack to strafe a bit to the left, aimed two pistols and started to fire, hitting a dead corpse further decaying it as it exploded, another ship that was on fire, and the rifle out of his ex droids arm, the limb or maniacal arm if you will the rifle was in blasted in half. The droid screamed and started to blow inferno his way, knowing it could not reach him, yet firing none the less. Dark ducked, span and shot the droid in the chest five times, displaying melted metal and some organic tissue, it seemed it was part something.. human maybe, Zail only knew it was done for.

Walking up to his ship to give it a dander, saw a couple blaster marks and a quick attempt to cut out one of his engines. Looked down in time to see the droid coughed up oil mixed in with blood, and fire came bursting out.. hitting his armor, and with a quick move back shot another limb off while moving backwards. It howled and laughed at the same time, knowing it was karked. Zail walked back over to the droid and ripped its head off, twisting it off, had vital information.

Without bothering to glance around, he stepped into his ship, checked the systems and departed for... for what? Revenge, he knew it had to be him.. the man who killed his family.

Incoming message_code:File 00251

The Red Ravens, wish to invite you to join us, we may help, we know of you from various sources to be extremely.. deadly. Accept?

Manidark Zail had heard rumors about this band.. why not.

"I accept".

Set_Course_Hyperdrive: Red Ravens location




The jump was rocky, Zail had never been to this planet and still the thought of that droid lingering inside, looking at his ex droids head a thought came to mind.. just who sold me this, it had been months, but Zail had so much on his mind he could not pinpoint the aliens name or even its race. Other matters to attend to, this message from Red Ravens and to meet the man who sent it.

After setting The Dark Vesicular down into the spaceport and paying what credits he had, he needed creds badly to secure better weapons. Twin revolver-D89 pistols did the job, but he needed a proper sniper rifle.

Zail had left taken off his helmet, always beveling its not proper to meet a potential employer with your face hidden, still he carried it and his pistols on both sides of his hip. Walking down a strange ally, he saw a lot of drugging, sex, and the lost, and doomed being tortured. At one point, Dark saw an weird looking alien poking a Jawa with a electric prod, so Zail took his pistol out and placed it behind the aliens head.

"I would stop that now, I have no problem with killing another alien who wants to pick on Jawas". Manidark suggested

"What business is it of yours? Who do you think you are?". The accent twisted and sickening to Dark, the alien attempted to turn around and prod Zail.

Fired exploded, as the bullet blasted the aliens head clean apart leaving brain and bone fragments on his armor. The Jawa looked up, said something Zail could not understand, but it seemed like gratitude and wanting to walk with him. Dark, thought hmm why not he could help with repairs on my ship.

[NPC] Rodrici Jawa unarmed.

"So, you may understand me and if you wish to tag along you better listen, you do repairs to my ship and guard it I will pay you ok little friend?"

"Oooohhh woooooga!!! Yessss, I doo happennn to unnndersand my name is Rodrici, I have been arounddd humanns awhile onnn thiiss plannet". The Jawa responded.

So, now with another partner in crime, a jawa Zail walked down this dark ally attempting to find this man named[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"].

 

[Jen]

It had been a long time since she last had visited Nar Shaddaa, matter of factly this was probably the first time ever, anywhere actually for the first time in a long time. But now she was here, an odd and dangerous place to travel all by herself, but this was important.

Jennifer or Jen, as she was called, was looking for a TempusX Engine for a swooper. And usually such engines were considered illegal. The reason for even attempting to find such an engine were due to an unusual large order she had gotten at her shop The Mechnical Maiden, they had been very specific about that engine, and with no-one on Coruscant that dared sell it, she figured that Nar Shaddaa was probably the best bet for finding it.

So far she had tried every place on her list, each and everyone becoming more shadier than the next. She wasn't used to these sorts of environments. Hah, she had once thought of the lower district of Coruscant as a brutal place. In hindsight it was nothing compared to this. The gap between the rich and poor on this planet was sickening.

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Currently she stood outside what appeared to be the last place listed on her datapad, Frida's Spaceport Cantina. Different from all the other places she had visited so far as this wasn't a mechanic or scrap seller, no... This was a Cantina, and judging from the heavy and rather loud music that echoed from the building and onto the street, it seemed more like a nightclub than anything else.

Did she even want to try this? Seemed like the least serious place out of them all, and having walked the streets of Nar Shaddaa for the entire day and a long part of the evening as well it meant that she was tired, no. Exhausted.

But why not at least try? She didn't travel all the way to this dirty planet for nothing. And with that thought in mind Jennifer adjusted her work pants, tight by the lower leg and baggy by the thighs and up, attached around her waist by a rather large belt with various pouches and cases attached to it. As she moved towards the entrance the bouncer definitely glanced down towards her in a suspecious manner, but he was probably so used to small people entering this place that he either didn't care, or thought her older than she were in reality.

Upon entering the Cantina the stench of what she assumed was drugs, fuems and smoke from different kinds of pipes punched her right in the face, provoking a frown. That mixed with the only increased in sound music and noise, and don't forget the bright neon lights made it one of those places that wasn't the best to relax in. That was certain.


As Jen walked across the floor the bunch by the table would be able to see, if they cared to look, an around the 155 centimeter tall girl which judging from her looks couldn't be much more than 17 years old. She seemed almost nervous as she moved towards the bar, her gaze quickly shifting between the people she passed on her way there, tense. Another thing to add, funny to her appearance, would be the sight of her oddly hard in structure marble white hair and (lion like?) tail, traits that few would be able to recognize, but from the Ryn nonetheless.

Finally reaching the bar Jennifer leaned a bit over it, almost shouting in order to get in contact with the bartender, her voice suppressed by the ever lasting eardrum shattering music. "O-Oi! Bartender. Would you know where I could find.. Ermm." She glanced down towards the datapad in her hand: "A representative from the-" She was cut short by an understanding nod from the bartender, and much to her surprise he raised his hand, pointing it towards a table somewhere behind her. She turned her head towards the place he pointed with a raised brow, spotting the bunch by the table, incased by the yellow shield.

"Oh.. Thanks." She muttered, staring for a second or two before cautiously walking towards them...​

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] :: [member="Sigourney Xanthius"] :: [member="Isaac Ideus"]​

 

[Sigourney Xanthius]

Sigourney was usually the quiet type. She preferred to confide in others only when it was necessary. Some backup members of the Ravens would be necessary for her next mission, though. She glanced around at the odd bunch, voicing her need for help, "I have a job coming up. It's a simple grab-the-prey and run. I'm not sure if our target will have back-up, so I want to be as equipped and prepared as I can be." She looked to her handsome associate who was sat beside her. Sigourney was a bounty hunter and liked to think of herself as a very good one. She hadn't liked the idea of having to ask for help at all and hoped that Lysle would not see this self-doubt written all over her face. Focusing on hiding her emotions from her partner, she formed a stone-cold expression. Sigourney gave little more detail. They would know more should they need to. Sigourney always took caution with expressing details of a mission. She had not trusted others in a long time, though she had no real reason. She had heard of other's missions being jeopardised due to leaked information and she would not let herself lose credits and a bounty that easily.

 

[Manidark Zail]

So here we are, in this grim allyway, ment for only one thing death. Shadows creeped, strange claws moving along the dusty brick walls to Zail's right. He found the beacon location Frida's Spaceport Cantina, this planet seemed quite strange yet Dark, but he persisted.

After walking through the wrenched tunnel with his Jawa friend moving slowly beside him, Zail had given him knife just in case something broke out and he had a chance. There it was, booming lights of all colors, flashing beams of the rainbow, looked like almost a million other cantinas yet something strange... he sensed a lot of danger about, deals in the dark corners of the place, and yet.. some relieve that finally Zail may have found what he was looking for after 15 years...

"Looks creepy and inviting at the same time wouldn't you say?" Zail spoke to Rodrici

"Ohhhh. yeessss sireee, thannkk yaa for thaa bladee quite sharp". The Jawa responded inspecting the blade and at the same time going through his pockets trying to construct a electric knife.

Zail, walked into the doors of The Red Ravens, hoping he could land a job and collect info, and was smokey, with all the types of smells that come from a bar and sounds... aliens speaking, Zail's face smiled at that, them speaking was quite funny to him, a band playing some blues, there it was the bar. Eyeing everything among him, trying to be as aware as possible looks around and sees a couple rather odd bunch of people clad in armor and such. Siting down at the bar, Zail asks for a drink of cola mixed with mint drops, his taste is a little out there, but it was better than drinking... those demons persisted yet he was reserved. Now leaning towards the bartender, zail motions for him to come closer.

" I have a question for you, where may I find... lets say the owner or owners of this place?"

The tender, pointed and Zail saw the circle again of mercs and a women who had to have some sort of power around here. With his glass in hand, and this another hand on his hip Zail walked towards the women and said.

"I got a message regarding The Red Ravens through my com, now I ask a rather simple question, you hiring still?" [member="Sigourney Xanthius"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

[member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Manidark Zail"]

"Well if you can shoot, steal and talk, I've got a job coming up for you," Lysle said to Isaac. He leaned in closer, enough that not even the prying ears of a eavesdropper comm could pick up the words, but loud enough Sigourney beside him could still hear his faint murmur. "We're moving our assets out of Nar Shaddaa. It's too dangerous here, for what we have in plan. We need to be somewhere safe." He pushed himself back a bit, looking on either side of him before returning to watch Isaac. "New place has popped up on the galactic map. Antecedent. I hear half their population are droids, and even the organics are mostly cyborgs. Curious place, even better is their lack of law enforcement. Place is what you call a 'utopia,' not enough crime there to warrant a law enforcement agency. You know what that means for us. Less officers sniffing our tails."

Lysle spun around suddenly, surprised by an intrusion on the tranquility screen. The yellow radiance wrapped and warped around the figure of Zail. Lysle relaxed, seeing there was no direct threat. Things got busy like this, it happens. Spending every second night in Frida's gave Lysle enough sudden and random visits that he was used to it. Some not so random, hired mercs and slicers, and those who were random were usually the ones given a nudge in his direction because they heard Lysle had work - and he had plenty of it going around. "The names Mr. Rigger, but call me Lysle." He extended a hand to Zail. "I've got work, have a seat with us." His eye turned to see the cautious young girl strolling towards him too. "A friend of yours?" he asked.

 

[Jen]

"Aaah... Ermm... No." Jennifer had said, her amber, almost golden in color eyes glancing briefly up towards Zail as she too slowly went through the yellow field, going to stand on just the other side of it. Apparently it was a busy night here around these peoples table. She seemed nervous oddly enough, her eyes seen glancing from person to person and land on Lysle at last, studying him until she decided to grasp a pair of round and dark lensed sunglasses which had been lying in one of the many pockets in her trousers, placing it fashionably ontop of her odd nose.

"Soo.." She spoke out, seeming to find comfort in having her eyes shielded or hidden, perhaps both: "I guess you're the person to talk to if you need stuff? Or.. Well, anyway. I'm searching for an engine. Not any engine of course. Otherwise I wouldn't have come all the way here.. Ermm.. Do you sell such?"

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]​

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"That depends sweet cheeks," Lysle welcomed her with a flick of his wrist. He looked her over, she looked like the mechanic type. He could use one of them in the Ravens. Too few mechanics, and he hated hiring out other companies to work for him. He preferred all his workers had loyalty to him, or at least his credits. "I'll need specifics before I can answer your question. What-do-yah need?" He was cool, calm and collected. Just the way he liked others to think he was. Always.

 

[Jen]

Sweet cheeks? Wow... Jennifer let out a quiet sigh, raising a hand to rub her chin in thought, thinking the situation over for a couple of seconds before answering his question, a slight and polite smile seen forming on her lips: "I'm searching for a TempusX Engine, you know. Those who explode when people mess up their fuel intake?" She wanted to add that they were illegal, but if he had them he knew that just as well as her, furthermore; One dressed nicely on Nar Shaddaa was bound to be knee deep in at least some sort of crime, so why not just treat it as everyday business.

Oh what the hell: "I'm Jennif-.. Jen, by the way. Lets keep it at that for now, yea?" She flashed another smile, her eyes still hidden behind the round darklensed glasses of hers. Trying not to get interrupted by the loads of people around the table, obviously finding it interesting to watch Lysle keeping track on them all at once.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]​

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

"TempusX, eh?" Lysle said, squinting his eyes momentarily to judge just how truthful she was being about this. It was a dangerous engine, and heavily faulty. He knew it was as trustworthy as a Hutt. He took in a deep breath, raising his brows as she introduced herself to him. "Okay, Jen. I can get you the engine. I'll get it to you for half the price of the current market." He left out the fact that the current market was the black market. "And the other half will be owed to me in the term of a favour, when I need it."

[member="Jen"]

 

[Jen]

She was desperate, she knew that. Just knowing the fact that she had traveled all the way to Nar Shaddaa to find this engine made that clear. The custom job she needed the engine for would pay her well, and it wasn't the best of times back on Coruscant for her little mechanic shop.

This however was almost too good to be true. Perhaps this place wasn't as bad as she had thought initially, well, influencial wise at least. Seemed like this man infront of her had some sort of connections and for half the price it seemed like a very lucrative deal. The last part visibly bugged her however. She for one didn't want to get caught in some scheme. Jennifers arms crossed across her chest as she eyed the man carefully behind the round sunglasses of hers:

"And... What do you mean by "favors"? I don't think I could do much for-..." She peeked towards the rest of the group around the table: "Your bunch. What would you need /me/ for?"

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]​