What do you do with a drunken sailor?

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Well. That had failed. Another crew. Another ship. Disbanded before they could really start. Zandra, truth be told, was getting sick of it. So here she was again, in a cantina on Courscant that went by the name of, well, Nameless. Zandra loved this place. Even if she was out of a job, she still had this place. And a working ship. And a working hand. It was something.

She lifted the glass to her lips, sucking down the blue liquid in a single swig. Where the feth was everyone? She'd called a few friends. They had planning to do. She'd been stupid lately. Joining up under other captains and waiting while they inevitably screw it up and things fall apart. The last time she'd had any success as a pirate had been back when she ran things herself. Time to try again.

 

[Llkt'tudrin'wyshd]

Strolling through the dense crowds of Curoscant that stank of a mixture of sweat and cheap alcohol was a young male who's blond hair and almost regal pose made him stand out as he fought against the flow of living traffic to get to the bar Zandra had named, Nameless, a name that caused him to snort in humour every time he thought of it. Striding behind him was a large, red droid that had a enlarged Blaster Pistol hanging at its side.

Ydrin had been a part of the last crew Zandra had been a part of and when the group had fallen through and he had heard that Zandra was looking to form her own Crew, he had approached her about him joining it. So, that had led him to this dirty, lower level of Curoscant, heading towards a bar he had been told to go to, all of his possessions once again on his person and his droid, Y8-S1, walking behind him, as dutiful as he always was.

Stopping before the bar, Ydrin paused the evaluate if this was a good idea, to jump straight in and not pause to explore the galaxy, before shaking his head an entering the establishment. The strong smell of alcohol immediately assaulted his senses while his purple eyes scanned the room, looking for his fellow blond. Spotting her, Ydrin made his way over before gracefully lowering himself into a seat, a left over mannerism from his time as nobility, while Y8 took a position behind him.

"Z-Zandra."


[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The band that Zandra had supported since the start, had a poster hanging up behind the bar. She looked at the image of the lead guitarist, the Twi'lek man with the tattoos and piercings all over his face and head-tails. He'd loved her once upon a time, almost ten years ago when the band was a small one, playing in this cantina every week. He was famous now. They all were.

I should have married him instead, she thought bitterly, draining yet another glass, At least he's still around. And the money couldn't hurt either.

On her back was her husbands old coat. The leather was worn, burnholes and bullet holes and sloppy patchwork dotted the black. But even still, after all these years, it still smelled like him. Those old cigars he used to smoke. Zandra fell in love again every time she smelled them on the street.

She lit up a cigarette, just as [member="Ydrin"] approached.

"Ah, there ya are! 'Bout damn time."

She took a heavy drag, blowing a smoke ring up at the ceiling.

 

[Llkt'tudrin'wyshd]

"W-well, I-I'm n-not e-exactly th-that l-large, i-it's h-hard t-to p-push th-through c-crowds." Ydrin smirked slightly in a wry as he said this before gesturing to the cigarettes Zandra held. "G-got o-one s-spare?" He raised his right eyebrow as he asked this.

Behind him, Y8-S1 stirred to life before speaking, his voice distinctly male even through his robotic tone. "Correction: Master, we were late due to you insisting we stay in the Casino for longer, not because you had difficulty with the crowds." Turning his head, Y8 focussed onto Zandra. "Exasperated Statement: Apologies Miss Zandra. I do not know why Master Ydrin saw fit to lie t-." Turning quickly, Ydrin glared at the red droid, anger burning in his mismatched eyes for a second. "Quiet!" His voice was harsh as he spoke before it and his anger subsided.

"I-ignore h-him. H-he d-doesn't kn-know w-what h-he's t-talking a-about." Chucking slightly nervously, Ydrin ran a hand through the hair on the back of his head.


[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

 

[Jake Shukalar]

Jake had been wandering around for too long looking for any opportunity to make some extra money and he seemed to be doing alright in the fighting circuit in the coruscant underground. He had been trained from a young age by his father before the man had passed away and now he had a ship, which became his home and no money. The fighting circle was the one place he truly stood out amongst men. His fighting style was unpredictable, almost like an animal, but one with a brain and the wit to strategise. He had just taken on two opponents and easily beaten them. one was lucky to have only gotten a broken leg, the other, well lets just say he will be in the hospital for a while. as he put his armor back on he saw the note plastered on the job board stating a location and time. It also said crew needed. The place was in the very room he was standing in at, he paused looking around, that table over there, He thought to himself. Collecting his winnings from the bastards who took the bets, he saw that people didn't believe in him hardly at all, so his own bet of 100 credits ended up winning him 3500. What a night he thought pocketing the cradit chips. Fastening his handgun to his belt, he picked up his rifle and walked over to the table and said, I heard you needed a crew.
[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

 

[Jasper Felinus]

Jasper was drunkenly dancing to the music in his headphones. Was he drunk? No. Was the music something most people would only dance to while drunk? Yes. The black-furred Felecatian prided himself on his "what-the-frak" factor, and it was definitely helped by his outfit today.​

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Being a black-furred guy with a tail in a bright red suit was not inconspicuous, and Jasper always had fun showing off while he pranced around. A string of girlfriends had gotten sick of his hyperactive-ness, and now he needed to find a job that would let him channel that into... Stealing and maybe killing people? He could see a couple of shady-looking people talking in a bar, and he walked in excitedly.​

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"Alright, who wants to buy my fuzzy ass a drink, and who wants to make fun of me so I can put a knife in their throat?"​

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[member="Ydrin"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]​

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

"Mrs zandra," she corrected the droid, "Don't forget, I'm a married lady."

She certainly never forgot it. Why would she let anyone else? She was about to comment when she was cut off by [member="Jake Shukalar"] .

"... Sit down," she snapped, "Sit down and tell me who you are what you can do."

She tossed [member="Ydrin"] a cigarette as he had requested and leaned back in her chair to listen to the newbie.

 

[Jake Shukalar]

"Well for starters, you might have just seen those two idiots try to take me on in that brawl over there, or on that screen right there." He paused indicating the one that showed two men fighting in a cage and the bets stacked against them. Just then The screen eclipsed back to the moment he broke one of his attacker's legs and dislocated the other's elbow ripping the flesh and smashing this face into the bars. Though he didn't even know it. "Secondly, I know how to handle a blaster better than anyone I know, And I supply my own armament" He paused to thinking about what else to add. "Lastly, Even though I'm a good Pilot, I still need credits just like anyone else. Mrs [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]" He hoped that he had made a convincing point. He could have stated that he knew how to lead others in a most capable manner, But he didn't want to give away all of his secrets just yet. After all what if he needed more to convince her to hire him.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

"You're hired."

Just like that. Zandra had seen enough, known enough. She'd been around the Galaxy more than once, and this was certainly not her first rodeo. She wondered if her age was finally starting to show...

"More muscle can't hurt."

[member="Jake Shukalar"]

 

[Jake Shukalar]

"If you don't mind my asking How good is the pay for this Job." He directed the question towards [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

 

[Neiros Starwind]

Another day, another cred. The life of a rogue was one of hard work, tough battles, and bitter rewards.... If you weren't very good at it.

The handsome devil sauntered into the bar. It'd been almost a decade since he'd last been on this glittering little pit called Coruscant. He really didn't miss it, but easy creds called him home. A simple hack job here or there made his purse heavier, and his heart lighter. The rogue took a seat at the bar, not too far from a massive, vibrant, red droid. A blond woman just hired a fairly brutish man, boasting about winning a fight. Good for him. Straining to listen, but remain visibly aloof, the Slicer ordered a drink. Something strong, bitter, and burny. Something that'll warm him up good and give him the kick to find a new mark for profit.

Once the drink came, the man turned, resting his back against the bar, and turned his gaze outwards, observing the occupants of the bar. He'd ensure his coat fell just so, concealing his armaments, and simply watched. Listened. Glittering blues dancing from face to face, taking note of whom was of value, and whom was not.

[member="Ydrin"] [member="Jake Shukalar"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

 

[Dom Volaju]

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[Isaac Ideus]

Isaac ducked into the bar to seek some kind of quiet. He had gone out to try and walk off this hangover but the noise on the streets was doing his head in. He didn't know the name of the place, nor did he care. Sitting down on a stool, he rapped on the bar table, hailing a service droid. "Give me a tall glass. Two egg yolks, raw. Pepper, hot sauce, and cream of eel." A small red light began blinking on the droid.

"Warning: Consumption of raw egg greatly increases the risk of foodborne illness. May I offer an alternative?"

The man sighed. "Just give it to me you stupid thing," he demanded in exasperation. "As you wish," was the droid's reply as it whizzed off to make the drink. Slipping his fingers into his front pocket, Isaac retrieved a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He was in need of a smoke. He reached into the pocket of his slacks to fish out his lighter, but to no avail. He began the ritualistic game of pat every pocket like a cop searching for illegal contraband. Nothing-- he must have forgotten it. Isaac groaned, looking around the establishment for somebody who might have one on them. Rubbing his eyes, he spotted a young, white-haired woman with a burning cig between her fingers. Isaac got up as his drink was delivered and he walked over, foul beverage in tow. Wandering up to the girl, he waited until a break in her conversation and then leaned over and waived. Grinning sheepishly, he pointed to the cigarette dangling from his lips while miming the action of lighting a lighter with his right hand. Surely she would get the message.

[member="Zandra Tal'verda"] ; [member="Ydrin"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The Echani blew another smoke ring, motioning for another drink to be brought forth.

"The profits are split evenly between crew members, with a small cut from each going towards fuel, repairs, food, and other miscellaneous expenses. We're hoping to hire a cook, so we should have warm meals every day. You'll have your own bunk. Son as long as we get good work and you put effort into the job, you get paid. Got it?"

She looked around now, noticing others listening. With a smirk and a wave, she invited all interested parties to join.

[member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Neiros Starwind"] [member="Jake Shukalar"] [member="Jasper Felinus"] [member="Ydrin"]

 

[Neiros Starwind]

Pushing off of the bar, the handsome rogue couldn't suppress a chuckle. He'd been found out. Rarely, if ever, did someone notice his eavesdropping. She was good. So this should be good. Moving towards the small, but growing, gathering, the rogue ran a hand through his hair, freeing his glinting eyes of the obstruction caused by his bangs. Lifting the glass in a small gesture of greeting, before taking a draw from it. "Danger. Intrigue. And creds. Where's our dotted line, eh?" His velvet voice danced across the din of the bar, commanding the attention of his present audience with his almost melodious inflection, even over the great volume of the other occupants.

[member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Ydrin"] [member="Jake Shukalar"] [member="Jasper Felinus"] [member="Isaac Ideus"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Oh good. A pretty boy. Every ship needed one, if only for the eyecandy they provided. The Echani gave a lopsided grin.

"Not so fast, super model," she said holding up a hand, "what can you do? I won't hire ya now just fer yer pretty face."

She laughed, blowing another smoke ring in his general direction.

[member="Neiros Starwind"]

 

[Neiros Starwind]

There was a warm laugh, the sound dancing through the air. "What can I do? Better question might be what needs done? Slice. Pilot. Shoot. I think I overheard you say something about a cook. I may not be the best, but I've never gotten anyone sick, or caused anyone to be deprived of necessary nutrition." The rogue said, returning the grin. "A jack of almost all trades, but master of a select few. If you need a pilot, or a backup, I think I'd fit the bill."

His attention flitted about the others in the group. "But surely I will be but one of the many pieces of this puzzle. One of the cogs that will make this clock work."

[member="Zandra Tal'verda"]

 

[Isaac Ideus]

Isaac stood half-struck, cigarette still in his mouth. Nevermind then, he grumbled under his breath as he removed the unlit cigarette from his mouth and stuck it above his ear. The woman Isaac was stood over looked beyond his shoulder and gave an inviting wave to somebody, and the space near the bar slowly formed into a semi-circle of strangers of every stripe. It seemed to him that he had stumbled upon some kind of special meeting.

He looked to his left and right, and then slowly began to sleek out of the group back towards his original seat at the bar. And then among those conversing, he heard the words "ship", "job", and "creds". After a moment's thought, he about-faced and squeezed himself back into the group. "Ah, I see," he interjected. "Need a bit of help, yeah?" Isaac listened to [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] -- the ringleader, apparently-- solicit for a crew on her ship. Isaac cleared his throat and spoke up again: "I've got experience working for the cartel, if that's the kind of background you're after. Anyway, I've got no family, I come from nothing, and soon enough I'll return to nothing. If I die you won't have to pay for a burial. And I damn well guarantee I can cook better than this plonker" he said, gesturing towards [member="Neiros Starwind"] .

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

"Hired and hired."

She pointed from one bloke to the next as they presented their credentials. She had a job lined up already. What she needed were people ready to go a job and get paid. She didn't need full resumes. Just needed to know where their strengths lay. Besides, she liked knowing that if she lost [member="Isaac Ideus"] she wouldn't have any angry family to deal with.

[member="Neiros Starwind"]

 

[Neiros Starwind]

Glancing at the guy to his side, a slight scoff was given. "If you feel you're a better cook, have at it man." A wry smile cut across his face as he produced a lighter in the mans direction. "An unlit smoke is a nearly depressing sight to behold," the rogue said with a wink. After his new co-worker would have lit his own cigarette, a flick of the wrist would return the lighter to wherever it originated.

Turning once more to the boss-lady, he slight nod of his head would be given, as the rogue was always hesitant to bow before anyone. Bowing involved showing ones neck to a potential threat, and no sense actively inviting a knife where one wouldn't really want it. "I guess an introduction would be in order. Neiros." That grin played across his face once more. He was excited. It'd been a while since he last did a job in a group. This was going to be fun!

[member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Isaac Ideus"]