Private While The Night is Young

[Sylvia Alvaro]

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tag: Nichos Velt
wearing: xXx

Heeled boots rested on the dashboard as the woman reclined in the pilot's chair, content to wait for him to arrive. Sylvia enjoyed these quiet moments before the mission, before the storm rolled in and all her attention needed to be on getting the job done and getting the hell out of dodge. Truth be told, it had been a while since she'd been in the game; sure, she'd been with the Confederacy and flown for them, fought for them, and helped people, but like all good things in her life, it didn't stick. She always found her way back to the underworld, to the mercenary lifestyle that had nearly killed her more than once.

Sylvia had gotten wind of this contract through the criminal grapevine. Bounty Hunter in need of transportation, both to and from his target. She'd ignored it at first. It was grunt work, and she was used to being the one being paid to do the dirty work. She wasn't a smuggler, and she wasn't just a pilot; she was a damn good mercenary who happened to have a history of elite piloting and more than a few tricks up her sleeve. But the second time it had come across her desk, she'd agreed to it.

There hadn't been a lot of details, so rather than meet this hunter on his own terms, she'd reached out and told him to meet her at the spaceport on Nar Shaddaa. From there, they'd be able to meet and do the awkward first introductions and size each other up before getting the show on the road. So when the sound of footsteps echoed from up the hallway, she wasn't worried and didn't turn to greet him.

"You're late."
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[Nichos Velt]

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Location: Sylvia's ship, Nar Shaada​

Equipment: Red Menace, A blue jacket, blue jeans and a grey shirt​

Tag: Sylvia Alvaro ​

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Nichos Velt danced his heart out.

He made a lot of money from this last job he took from a client: An Twilek merchant who has been harassed by some thugs. The gang has been stealing her merchandise and selling them on the black market. The task was simple: Take out a bunch of those idiots who were about to smuggle her stuff to Tatooie and bring her things back. It didn't take long for Nichos to find the Blue Suns who were about to depart to the Outer Rim. The gang was no match for the best Bounty Hunter in the galaxy, once they were slaughtered. Nichos managed to take the stolen goods to the Twilek merchant who was so thankful that she showered Nichos with a LOT of credits. Excited, Nichos spent the money on his favorite hobby.

Partying.

Taking a big swig of Corellian exported wine, Nichos rocked his head back and forth to the beat. This is a human made remix and an old one at that, but still the beat was very addicting to listen to it helped by the fact that human music is rarely played in the Eternity Bar humans aren't common on this side of the city planet While dancing Nichos briefly observed the dance floor: Mostly new money types dancing the night away. The Eternity Bar is way rowdier compared to the serene, relaxing mood that it usually is. However Eternity Bar held a rave night of sorts in an effort to attract humans. It seemed to work as there were more humans (mostly obese gullible looking old men) dancing with the Twi'lek dancers.

Nichos screamed along with the crowd into the air as the beat got louder, his body surging with adrenaline as he danced more frantically. It was a time to be alive, Nichos was still in his prime, he got paid and more importantly no Galactic Alliance and their morally questionable bullshit. That is..... until he forgot the fact that he was supposed to leave tonight with a pilot who went by the name Sylvia. Nichos had to hop around freighters lately due to his ship being scrapped by Imperial TIE fighters. Recently he approached a woman who was willing to take him around the galaxy for his Bounty Hunting contracts provided that she gets a cut of the pay.

Groaning, Nichos ran towards the ship approaching the ramp where the woman was waiting for him obviously displeased with his lateness. "A Bounty Hunter is never late," Nichos chuckled. "He arrives precisely when he means to! I just want you to know that there is a Hutt who wants my services. Wanted to tell ya but..... I had other matters to attend to. You wanna hang out in your ship or you wanna take a walk on the wild side?"

 

[Sylvia Alvaro]

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tag: Nichos Velt
wearing: xXx

Sylvia did not respond to him. Instead, she took her feet off the dashboard and slowly turned to face him, her eyes narrowing. The slur in his words was undeniable and had certainly caught her attention. Sylvia looked him up and down in silence, head to toe and toe to head. The glassy look in his eyes, the smell of the club lingering on his clothes, the little sway in his movements—all of these were telltale signs. "You're drunk," she scoffed, a half-smile pulling at the corner of her lips. This was certainly one way to make a first impression; she wasn't sure yet if it was a good or bad one.

He was drunk, and they were about to start a job. Sure, she understood that some people needed to drink to take the edge off; some people needed to drink to blow off steam; and some people wanted to drink for the pleasure of it. But she could confidently say that before today, she'd never met a person who was drunk when the contract started. It was certainly going to make for an interesting flight. "You're drunk," she repeated with a laugh. "And don't bother trying to tell me you're not. I know drunk. I was raised by drunk. And you are drunk."

Shaking her head, she stood up and checked the blaster concealed in a holster beneath her leather jacket. Having ensured it was there, Sylvia turned back to him and motioned for him to lead the way. She was certainly going to regret this but the sooner they did this walk on the wild side, (which made her smile in amusement as that was already her walk of life), the sooner they could start the contract. "Let's go then. Try not to throw up in my ship on the way out."
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