Welcome to the Family

[Aeshi Tillian]

[member="Drake Jast"]
Imynusoph
Tillian Outer Rm Trading Post
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Aeshi peered out the door of the small cantina to the landing platform. A few smaller ships had come in lately, off-loading their cargo for sale and purchasing new cargo that Aeshi had collected, either on-world or off. A few spacers always trickled in and out of here, enough to keep the business afloat, but that wasn't why she was here.

This was her space. Her haven. None would bother her here and none could force her into something that she didn't want. She polished one of the glasses and replaced it back on the shelf, slipping behind the bar to pour another shot of whiskey. She was still tinkering with the flavoring of the Tillian Cola, trying to figure out ways to increase flavors and brandings.

A message dinged on her comlink. Someone was interested in a job working for the family. She raised an eyebrow and rest a hand on her gunbelt, lips pursed. Interesting. Not that many would have been interesting in such a partnership, but it should be interesting. She sent a reply to send him in to see her.

While she waited, she poured another glass of the whiskey and leaned on the counter. As a precaution, she laid one of her guns on the bar, but kept the other in its holster.

"Let's see what happens..."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aeshi Tillian"]

Imynusoph
Tillian Outer Rm Trading Post

His last job had been a bust, and the one after that went ok. Needless to say Drake and his crew were always on the run, and always hungry for more cred's. The amount of money it'd take to pay off their warrants in Alliance Space was considerable. The Jast Reclaimer Salvage Vessel he owned did its work, but there wasn't always a buyer for Salvage.

Danni lead the way into Tillians bar. Black spacers jacket and trousers, with red trim, long wavy brown hair in a pony tail. One huge ass gun at her hip. Drake was next. Tan trousers, dirty white shirt, with a black vest. At least he'd polished his boots and slicked back his black hair. Danni gave a wave to Tillian and curt smile as they approached. Drake remained silent, checking out the old timey post.

The place was nice. Bottles of liqour on the wall, a few old star port regs taped to the bulletin. He spied a few wanted adds too and figured he'd check em out later. They took their seats hands on the bar. Drake folded his black gloved hands anc cracked a courteous smile of his own, before extending his hand.

"You must be Miss Tillian. Drake Jast, this is Danni Jacobs. Captain and Co-Captain of the Rozilyn. We're here about your holonet add."

Drake glanced around and then nodded.

"Seem's like you got some time too. Got any Corellian drink?"

Danni shot him an annoyed look. She hated when he drank, a recovering spice addict herself. She couldn't touch the stuff.

"Non alchoholic for me if you got it please," she remarked.

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

[member="Drake Jast"]

Aeshi gave them a once-over as they entered. Definitely spacers. Down on their luck, but that could have meant all sorts of things. Often the best spacers were the ones most down on their luck. She certainly had been one. As they approached, she gestured for them to take seats at the bar.

"Captain Tillian," she replied, taking a seat on a stool of her own. Non-alcoholic. That was interesting, but she would oblige. Corellian... was a little more difficult. She rummaged through the bottles of liquor until she settled on the cola. Not the whiskey-cola blend, but the straight cola infused with some of the local herbs and roots. Stronger than many carbonated beverages, but not alcoholic. She poured a glass and slid it across before turning to pour some Corellian ale into a different glass.

It had come in with her last shipment. Valuable out here, but for potential new hires, it was well worth the cost. With that one full, she downed one of the glasses of whiskey in a gulp and kept the other cradled in her hand.

"Well," she said after a moment, and leaned forward across the bar. "Drake and Danni. Glad to see some folk saw my ad. What type of work you looking for and what qualifications you got?"

That was her biggest concern. The other aspects could be ironed out later, especially the more delicate portions of working for the family. Not everything they did was above the water, so to speak, and they didn't mind if their captains engaged independent work, as long as it was outside of Susefvi and Alliance space. Anywhere else was fair game. Encouraged, even, if the local ruling government was fascist or Sith aligned, but that was on the low-down, to be sure. Only the people involved knew about that.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aeshi Tillian"]

She was shrewd and Drake picked up on her accent. Definitely a spacer herself. Long jacket, long dark trousers. He could see the rough cut of the spacers leather and the way she moved. It was precise, but relaxed. Danni took her drink, gazing over the rim of the glass as she tasted a small sip.

"Well Miss Tillian, what you have here is a crew, with about fifteen years of spacer experience. Freelance type. We'll do just about anything you need, long as it can put fuel in our ship and gas in our tank. Though in the interest of full disclosure, Danni and I have active Alliance Warrants that carry over from the Republic Days."

"Rest assured, we like to stay low profile Alliance space. Too much heat for us. And I'm not going back to prison."

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

[member="Drake Jast"]

Aeshi kept her face impassive as he spoke, asssessing them. They were honest, at least. Better to have trust ahead of time than run into it later. Especially the warrants. That could be a little problematic if they did business in Alliance space. That could be avoided easily enough. They had other markets. Let the novice pilots handle the Alliance trade. This crew had skills elsewhere. She rolled her shoulders and rested her elbows on the bar, downing the other shot of whiskey.

“I respect honesty. Not one for going back to prison either.” She gave a tight smile. “We can have you work outside Alliance space. Hauling chartered freight, mostly. You’ll be free to do your own cargo when you can. Not our business what you do with your money.” She lowered her voice. “Just keep it out of Alliance space. Free game anywhere else, long as there’s no slaves.”

That was an adamant point.

“And sometimes we may have... discreet jobs into imperial space. You good with that? Otherwise I can run those myself.”

 

[RC 212]

[member="Aeshi Tillian"]

Drake took a sip of the drink, raising the glass in a salute to the other woman. Danni was idly doodling on her data pad.

"Aye I can hold to those terms. I need something from you though. Half price fuel, and I wanna sell my other cargos on the low through your businesses. Do that for me and the Rozilyn and crew will do whatever you need."

Speaking of which, he was starting to get ancy.

"Where does the Tillian Trade Company operate most anyhow? You got a business model or a first job for us?"

 

[Aeshi Tillian]

[member="Drake Jast"]

Aeshi considered the terms and nodded, raising a half glass in salute.
She grinned and leaned back on the bar stool.

“Deal. Welcome to the family.”

She listened to the question and nodded, pulling a datapad from her utility belt and laying it on the bar. It flicked to life and she pulled up a map, with coded routes and ships names listed alongside.

“Most of our income is generated in Alliance space, doing routine cargo hauls and the like, but we’ll avoid that for you.” She highlighted two spots on the map. “Otherwise we have lots of work here in the Outer Rim, based from here. And ‘m working on a deal with the Metal Lords that will give us a base in the core.”

She considered for a moment.

“Can you find markets for mass bulk cargo? Any sort of cargo, really. Sniff out the markets about to get big. We’re going to be adding to our fleet in the very near future and need to make good trade decisions.”