Unusual Companions - Part I

[Inniúila]

Scrub, scrub, scrub.

Meticulous hands figuratively dug into the metallic counter-top, hard-pressed during their laborious effort to clean the furniture. It had to be sleek, had to be as shiny as new... shouted the alien owner. Sure, one could complain about the greasy Toydarian who was cheap, smelly and foul-tempered -- but when work was scarce, someone scrapping by couldn't resist picking up any job they could find. Raede was lucky enough that the creature often chose her to resume working at his cantina-cafe. He must have admired the way she did her job... or put up with his demeaning attitude. But... Raede knew well enough that luck had nothing to do with it. Even as she refused literally what was part of her, the force still worked in mysterious ways. Still, cleaning up some of the cantina wasn't as bad as being a dancer, right? At least no attention was drawn on her... no one cared about some scrub working poorly.

Raede liked it that way.

Finishing up the last bit of unkempt furniture -- well, not quite, considering the Toydarian critiqued another slacker's work -- Raede emitted a soft, inaudible sigh. It wasn't one of disappointment, but relief, rather. She was finally finished, finally done for the shift. Well, she was then ordered to throw the garbage in the trash compactor on her way out, which she did without question -- after being paid her credits, of course. She wrinkled her dainty nose a bit, scrunched that alabaster visage, but it meant she'd be away from that vicinity. Hauling the trash out before throwing it over her shoulder into the compactor, Raede allowed a soft grunt to escape. It wasn't very heavy, but the smell of the open compactor got the better of her. However, now that she was finished, she rubbed her hands together, placed them on her hips for a moment as her lips pursed. Glancing upward, she pushed some strands of strawberry-blonde hair outward and away from her face.

Job well done.

She stood idle for a brief moment, basking in the 'stench' of Nar Shaddaa, although there was a faint breeze that whisked through the alleyway. The latter part was nice, the smell... not so much. All seemed quiet, peaceful even... until a small buzz awoke her from her pause: it was her holopad. It updated on job listings. This one was a little risky, but she wasn't one to reject an offer. She would certainly read more on it along the way, but for the most part, it was a job for a mercenary or thug. She didn't look the part, that was for certain. But, if one was smart, they never judged a holo-book by its cover...

'Fate' would have them meet shortly.

'Fate'... right.

[member="Vainch"]

 

[Mortiferous]

This day--as any other in the life of this Vaemath--had been a dim and prolonged few days had elapsed since his last contract--perchance for the better--seeing as the previous one demanded him to do horrifying things. At this thought, the male glimpsed towards his hands and spread his digits while he shook his cranium for a second. Days like this--no days like those aforementioned--could not entirely visit to the male for the acts he perpetrated were unjust and not of his nature; nevertheless, deals like those paid respectable credits, those of which he would need more of. Knowing this, he roared within the epicenter of his torso, instants before he thought of his past and how he had come to be the mammoth he was this day. He grew into something within his Mercenary life-style, but had yet to magnetize the notice of those from his home world. Something like that could only mean one thing: he was doing jobs small enough to keep him supplied, as well as grant him extra credits to do as he pleased, all the while, he stayed under the radar, which meant tracking him would prove to be difficult.

The Vaemath, who had been sitting, rose from his settled position, having concluded today would be the day to earn himself additional credits. No longer could he sit around and dwell on the past. No longer could he allow the previous assignments to get to him. He was out here for a reason. He was a Mercenary for a reason, and that reason was for him to grow stronger. For him to grow stronger, he needed to achieve, he needed to do things he never would have considered in the past because life moved on, and if he did not, his father could appear at any moment in his life. Better to be prepared than to not be. Realizing this, he rolled his shoulders forward, a sign that he was prepared to move on, and took a stride towards out of the resting area he had taken shelter for a time. His large arms rested at his sides while he moved. The male, at this point, was stiff as if he had no reason to be among the rest of the mundane about this place. His actions were slow, which would make one assume he was not an agile person--even with his slim build--and his large frame was nothing more than a hindrance.

The gigantic male progressed, swung through throngs of people without so much as giving them a single glance. He may have captured eyes, but didn't seem to care much on the matter. Those around him seemed to be in a different dimension, beneath him in stature and level of power. This was to be the assumption, he believed, when it came down to many of the races within this world: they were the superior. And he, being a creature who came from a land filled with an abundance of competition, felt it was his right to assume such. He made it through many trials and came out above the rest. Of course, his efforts were not easy, but there was nothing to gain if there were no risk in losing. When he happened out of his thoughts, he came upon the place he knew was awaiting him, after all, he happened to ignore this request for some time, but could no longer when it came across his mind yet again. Something drew him here, and he was rather curious as to the reason.

Before the Vaemath came a long, slim alleyway, just big enough to fit his person while allowing him slight movement. It was in this moment he began to curse silently to himself. Nevertheless, he strode forward, followed the path laid before him. If he had been smaller, it would have taken him ten minutes due to how slow he moved, yet he made up for the time because of his large stride. By the time he reached the end of the alleyway, he found a large scrap yard and strode towards it. This was the only land in sight, and his destination was close. Few times had the Vaemath done business with the group, but his presence could not be forgotten, due to the circumstances of how he and the wild bunch met, and then there had been the fact that he stood out in a crowd now and again. Nevertheless, when he reached the first pile of scrap metal, he took a left turn and headed down until the area was blocked off. The Vaemath closed the distance, and stepped over the small blockade and then began to descend his way down a short path of stairs, where he moved to knock on the door. Boom, boom, boom, he went in a rapid session, and then paused. The action was followed by a slow: Boom. Boom. Boom.


[member="Raede Sedaya"]