"Underground" Connections

[Bryce Bantam]

Location - Ivory Ithorian (Hanger “dive bar”)
Planet - Kal’Sheball (Outer Rim Territory)
Objective - Hire me some folks

OOC: This is an intro thread for [member="Kid Starburn"] and @Vettu’hori’oazi if she wants

-= Start Transmission =-

Kid… No questions just read this quick. Found you a new benefactor, a real good one too. He is paying top dollar for your kind of work and has a lot of it. Head to the coordinates I embedded into this message and look for a guy with red hair and a long red trench coat. When you walk up to him say “Gotta love reds” he will know what that mean. Good luck and don’t go getting yourself killed out on the rim.

-= End Transmission =-


:Inside the Ivory Ithorian:

The smell of spice and death sticks greets your nose as you enter the a seemingly shady spot on the Planet of Kal’Sheball. Scantily clad Twi’leks move around the patrons taking mugs of lum and other beverages. At the door a large wookie stands guard and at the bar an albino Ithorian looks over the room while taking orders.

Towards the back of the room you will notice Bryce sitting in a private booth, he will be talking playfully with a purple haired Zeltron while pounding a glass of Corellian Ale. Go up to him if you dare, he appears to be the one you want to speak too.

 

[Asheda Tyr]

The enviroment of your regular cantina, the toxic smell of narcotics, dangerous men some probably soldiers, bounty hunter and probably the odd criminal, not really the place for a scantly dress Chiss to be hanging out at, but it was the best way to get work. It was acuatlly easier then most would think, even if her skill set was not to ones liking, her looks usually got her the part anyways.

Honi entered said bar with an air of confidence, a sly look on her face at the woman red eye scanned the crowd, it was quieter then expected, probably most of the partons out at the moment in the hanger going about their business, aside from one person who seemed to be fooling around with some zeltron in a back booth. "Hmmm, just my type of guy, but he looks busy, then again 2 is company 3 is a crowd, and so far there does not seem to be a number 2 with him".

[member="Bryce Bantam"]

 

[Card Null]

A holorecording was picked up didn't know who it was originally for but somehow it was received by me , The coordinates were punched in and the hyperdrive was heated and somehow Trace found himself docking in a hangar/ Cantina on the planet Kal’Sheball. Normally Trace would avoid places like this due to the familiar sightings of blaster bolts and fist fights being seen in his clans own Watering holes but this cantina looked a cut above the rest compared to the rum stained floors of his peoples establishments . The patrons were somewhat civil and enjoyment could be heard from across every part of the room, maybe this realization was due to the fact that Trace had a narrow view of the galaxy and was so used to his basic warrior style of living . Trace turned and looked and saw a Man with fiery red hair talking with a lilac skinned man ,Trace being the blunt , naive kid he was , walked up towards the booth and turned to the red head and said “Gotta love reds”

 

[Card Null]

A holorecording was picked up didn't know who it was originally for but somehow it was received by me , The coordinates were punched in and the hyperdrive was heated and somehow Trace found himself docking in a hangar/ Cantina on the planet Kal’Sheball. Normally Trace would avoid places like this due to the familiar sightings of blaster bolts and fist fights being seen in his clans own Watering holes but this cantina looked a cut above the rest compared to the rum stained floors of his peoples establishments . The patrons were somewhat civil and enjoyment could be heard from across every part of the room, maybe this realization was due to the fact that Trace had a narrow view of the galaxy and was so used to his basic warrior style of living . Trace turned and looked and saw a Man with fiery red hair talking with a lilac skinned man ,Trace being the blunt , naive kid he was , walked up towards the booth and turned to the red head and said “Gotta love reds”

 

[Card Null]

A holorecording was picked up didn't know who it was originally for but somehow it was received by me , The coordinates were punched in and the hyperdrive was heated and somehow Trace found himself docking in a hangar/ Cantina on the planet Kal’Sheball. Normally Trace would avoid places like this due to the familiar sightings of blaster bolts and fist fights being seen in his clans own Watering holes but this cantina looked a cut above the rest compared to the rum stained floors of his peoples establishments . The patrons were somewhat civil and enjoyment could be heard from across every part of the room, maybe this realization was due to the fact that Trace had a narrow view of the galaxy and was so used to his basic warrior style of living . Trace turned and looked and saw a Man with fiery red hair talking with a lilac skinned man ,Trace being the blunt , naive kid he was , walked up towards the booth and turned to the red head and said “Gotta love reds”

 

[Card Null]

(Out of character)sorry for the spam pc super slow

 

[Bryce Bantam]

"Damn straight kid!" Bryce said said looking up from his conversation with Layla.

Bryce took a moment to look the young man over, he seemed eager, green, feth he reminded Bryce of himself some year back.

"So, what can I do for ya, ah what is your name again?"

[member="Kid Starburn"] | [member="Vettu'honi'oazi"]

 

[Asheda Tyr]

Vettu idly stood to the side to the side as she observed the conversation between the two, just coming about and saying "gotta love reds" clicked her 'totally a code word 'switch', something she had learned to pick up on in the spy business, and if a code word was being used, that meant something was going down that said people did not want others to know about.

'My my, that seems to be some juice information, I may have to listen in on it', at the moment Vettu did not have her full range of equipment, having come to the bar in a black cocktail dress to try and whoo, potential employers. As such she had to try a listen in the old fashion way, by slowly getting closer to try and overhear their conversation while looking the part of an idle patron.

[member="Bryce Bantam"] l [member="Kid Starburn"]

 

[Wolf Trammer]

When Raveem got word of an opportunity in the Outer Rim-Credits specifically-he jumped at the chance to go check it out himself. His contacts in the Bothan Spynet had been eyeing some planets around the less reputable places of the Galaxy. Sure, the Inner and Outer core worlds were good business, but "side businesses", especially the one he was running yielded, Credits on the side. Which he very much appreciated. Unlike some of his colleagues he didn't trust middlemen. Middlemen could steal... turn on you... they could even... the Bothan rubbed his eyes as be prepared his yacht for landing, the mane on the back of his neck raising slightly in anxiety just thinking about it. But, once the Deceit had touched down in a nearby hangar, he was already starting to regret coming to this planet. He wasn't halfway through making any profit, and he had already bribed two people just to not get killed... and have this whole hangar for himself... and secured. Recently, he had acquired a set of IG-series droids to protect his ship. That bad deal a few weeks ago was not going to happen again...

Exiting the ship, Raveem wore a cloak over a jacket, trousers and boots. Underneath that cloak, laid clothes that some in the underworld would dream of having. Vas'ah enjoyed wearing things Senators or politicians, and even businessmen like himself wore. Luxury at all costs. After all, image was important. But not here. This place was trouble. The cloak would help him hide, especially from rival spies. He knew they were here, there was always someone from some other Bothan clan trying to kill him or put him out of business. But not this time. Either way, he had ensured to take the most obscure hyperspace lanes, and... to blend in with the rest of the rabble to get any rivals off his tail.

"A cantina? Really?" The Bothan raised an eyebrow as he stood in front of the establishment. These places were loud, full of thieves and spies, and even standing by the door it reeked of every drug one could imagine. Already he was shaken up by the presence of the Wookie by the door. Best not to make eye contact and go in. By the stars... if his contacts were wrong, he would feed them all to a Rancor...

Raveem entered... cautiously. To the trained eye, he was out of place. Too careful, too stiff, too... rich. He didn't belong here, much less in this cantina. The Bothan knew this, but he had crossed his furry fingers that nobody would try and shoot him, just five minutes into this deal. Actually, speaking of... who was there to "deal" with. Raveem looked around, his eyes going briefly by every patron. Hmm, a red headed Zeltron/Human hybrid... weird. He was talking to a young man, definitely Human... and a Chiss female obviously trying to overhear their conversation. Actually... it wasn't that obvious... in fact, she could just be passing by. Maybe. No, she was definitely eavesdropping. His spies never mentioned a Chiss contact... so she wasn't with them. Raveem sighed internally, he was going to watch for now. He picked a spot across from three of them were. Alone, in his own booth, grasping a glass of the best drink one could buy in this place. The bartender raised an eyebrow when he ordered it... in fact he looked sort of surprised and in some way happy. It seemed he didn't get good traffic... or was never handed 200 credits for a drink. In a way, the whole idea was to keep the bartender from giving him away in case someone asked. He had his position secured, a good line of sight for his potential marks/clients... and... he may want to wash after getting out of here. His cloak was already stained with the smell of... best to avoid descriptions. Raveem's stomach would not be able to handle it.

 

[Card Null]

"My names Trace " he said with a bold tone in his voice towards his would be employers , his eyes fixed on the red head sporting his ever so matching red jacket and the pink skinned one with the familiar voice " I got your holorecording if you need some type of work done , not sure what you would have me smuggle or blast for you ,but My starfighter is the fastest in all of wild space. But It has limited space in the cargo hold, so whatever job you have for me has to be small and have a huge payoff " While Trace was waiting for a response from his associates he would take a quick peek around the room and was met with the crimson red eyes of a chiss girl who seemingly tried to act as though she wasn't eavesdropping to get some details, however that wasn't the biggest concern for trace he had sensed something familiar with the man sitting in the booth , as though they both had a shared power.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Their were some players here tonight, Bryce could feel there attention through the force. The most obvious was young Trace, eager, attentive and cocky. Perfect traits for a void Jockey. Bryce could feel his emotions, as if he was open to the force, but it swirled oddly around him and was unfocused for good or evil. He was an unfinished creation, one Bryce made not would need to be "guided".

Another presence made herself aloof, their was misery to go along with her beauty. She kept her distance but was close enough to observe and possibly her what was said. Was she a spy, hunter, or something else. Only time would tell...

The final presence that attracted his attention moved all wrong, he was stuff, forced and the force surround him was black and cold. Not as one attuned to the darker parts of the force. More one who was afraid and so it moved around him in such a way. Turning his attention to Layla he pointed over to the cloaked Bothan and whispered something into her ear. Moments later she walked over to the bar next to the long haired man.

"By Boss would like you to join us, before you get yourself killed..." she said quietly to him before she grabbed a drink and went back to the table. ( [member="Raveem Va'ah"] )

As Layla walked a way Bryce turned his attention back to Trace.

"Well have a seat kid, like the confidence. So let me see I think I got something that fits the bill, some defense work that will put that ship and ego of your's to the test. But before we get to all that tell me more about yourself. What makes Trace ...tick?"

[member="Kid Starburn"] | [member="Vettu'honi'oazi"]

 

[Wolf Trammer]

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[Wolf Trammer]

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[Wolf Trammer]

Raveem almost bolted out of the cantina as soon as the woman approached the table. However, they had taken notice of him. (Note to self: Try not to be so obvious next time, Raveem).

Options... options...

He could run back to his ship. This wasn't the only backwater world in where he could do... "legitimate" business. Yet, he felt tempted, after all, his spies wouldn't have sent him here for no reason. Actually, they had done so before, but this was different. There were people here who were out of place, and people who were out of place tended to bring Credits and trouble. Credits, Raveem could handle; Trouble? No. Best to run and avoid being shot... or captured. Or both.

Cautiously he made his way across the bar, toward the red headed man who he had been observing for quite a while. Strange... there was an odd feeling in the air. Like... hmm. That feeling you get when... actually, Raveem couldn't describe it, just that he could sense, something or someone.

Finally he arrived at the booth, removing his hood and making a brief bow.
"Raveem Vas'ah, businessman, entrepeneur, trader and everything in between." This Bothan smiled as if he were selling some shady product on a street corner. That smile they give you, so they seem honest. "I was told you wanted to see me." He looked at all three of the people sitting on the booth, he, just standing there smiling like a fool and trying his best to... keep the impression he was here in good faith.

Though... something was telling him this was a mistake, and the mane on the back of his neck slightly rising meant that he felt uneasy around these people. By now he was wishing he would have brought those IG units with him...

[member="Bryce Bantam"]|[member="Kid Starburn"]

 

[Wolf Trammer]

(OOC: Geez... sorry for the spam. Slow internet speed today. Way to make a firsr impression...)

 

[Card Null]

Trace thought to himself this would be the last place you'd find someone with this bothans status in this cantina while observing the swarming with villainy and scum but however everyone needs to start somewhere . This was the lowest work for a Mandalorian ; we prided ourselves with battles and conquest not the transport of death sticks and spice. Trace was thinking of the question the pink man had asked him what makes me tick... "Well i'm a Warrior through and through* Puts mando helmet on table* its all i know i was a born into a clan in which those who are not victorious are not even fit to wear the helmet , I've been wondering for myself what else is out there and who can help me with this" *Levitates cup*

 

[Wolf Trammer]

The Bothan cleared his throat. "That's good. Protection. Heh." He was a Force user! Great! What was next? An angry wookie. Well, there was a Wookie by the door. Not that he would help in case things went south.
"So..." Raveem twiddled with his fingers nervously. "I may not be a warrior... but I am useful still. If... we can come to a satisfactory deal. Heh, no need for violence... I have plenty of merchandise available. And I can procure anything you..." He glanced at everyone sitting on the booth. "...want."
He was going to die in this filthy bar for sure...

[member="Kid Starburn"]|[member="Bryce Bantam"]

 

[Card Null]

*Lands cup on table * Trace was Growing steadily impatient and bored which was rare due to his normal composure and etiquette "So what's am i defending anyway , you called me out here Whats my mission " . Trace said a bit harshly he was Sitting down , thinking if the extra credits were even worth it , if this job would sully his pride or if it was even worth his time . He also thought he should watch his words ,carefully who knows how many hired guns would put a few blaster bolts in him . Looking at the nervous Bothan Trace asked "So what's your usual trade and what are you doing here ?"

 

[Asheda Tyr]

"Soo, a Mando, Bothan walk into a bar, he, sounds like a start to a bad joke", she mussed to herself while twirling a finger around in her drink, legs crossed while overhearing the trio talk, she knew they sensed her listening in, but must have gotten to caught up in their conversation to notice her. It seemed theses people where about transport, the Bothan being a merchandiser of sort while the kid was a Mandalorian of sort, this was fun to watch even more so with mister furriers hesitant nature.

[member="Kid Starburn"] l [member="Raveem Va'ah"]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

"Missions come and go kid, I'm more interested in the man. I hire those not only of skill but of character as well. If your going to work for me you 're going to need to learn a little patience."

Bryce said those words not in a scolding manner but one more of honest understanding. He had seen to many kids with skill talent and moxie leave this galaxy to early.

"And [member="Raveem Va'ah"] one does not need to be a warrior to be of value. This is not your natural environment like it is for us. It takes courage to stray beyond your norm. This is a valuable trait as is a man who can get things. So tell me more about yourselves. Next round is me, whatever you want.

[member="Vettu'honi'oazi"] / [member="Kid Starburn"]