Mercenary Crew: Age of the Rebellion

[JasraLantill]

Raze sighed with resignation. "I know I'm going to regret this, but, fine. Bring the grenades."

 

She nodded to Zam and Rita to follow, and after stopping off to get the directions from Bif ((ooc: because I'm assuming that he got them being the efficient android that he is. -.- C'mon, Doc! Where are you!)), she headed off ship.

 

It didn't take long for them to find Barus Phee's place. The fluorescent flashing sign across the top of the building screamed at passers-by in tones of bright yellow, green and red.

 

"Phee Bee's," Raze read, then blinked to rid herself of the spots in front of her eyes from the glare of the lights. "Catchy."

 

There were two large bouncers at the door, but they let Raze, Zam, and Rita enter without any bother. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of sweat and drink, with just a hint of spice lingering in the air. An average band was playing average music, and a couple of dancers, one Twi'lek, one human, danced on either side of the stage in the back.

 

"Well, Rita, if you ever decide to give up being a gunner, you could always be a dancer. No tables to wait, at least." Without waiting for Rita to respond, Raze continued. "Bar's at the side," she said nodding to it. "Let's grab a table and get some drinks." She looked at Zam. "Don't worry. I'm buying. Just don't go wild on me. No Ithorian brandy and the like."

[starmark2k]

"Ithorian Brandy is low proof expensive blue junk." Zam replied "I'll take some Irodian Zodka... You know the stuff strong enough to make you forget your troubles but not enougth to blind you... I already lost one eye."

[JasraLantill]

"Whatever you choose drink, Zam, keep your wits sharp," said Raze. She looked around, scanning the crowd. "Barus Phee is sneaky, conivving, and very peticular about his clients. Don't go making a scene." She looked at Rita. "That means you, too. Otherwise, we'll get no job from him and be relegated to hauling spice."

[Writer]

"Betcha I can talk him into giving us something more interesting than whatever he's got planned... and way better than spice," Rita boasted to Raze. "Betcha 100 credits I can get us a better paying job, just by bickering with you about the job he proposes."

[JasraLantill]

Raze gave Rita a long look. "Phee isn't the sort of man that would fall for something like that. He's sophisicated. Cultured. Suave." She stared at Rita, then shook her head. "Nevermind. He won't go for that trick. Not in a million years."

[Writer]

Rita's eyes sparkled with mystery, hiding her thoughts as she cryptically said, "We'll see." Shifting her weight slightly, she shrugged. "So are we going or not?"

[steven]

In the half an hour he was spent on Nar Shaddaa, he had done quite well for himself. He had bought all the nessiary parts for the ship and a certain object that Raze had been after for nearly a year now. Yup, so far so good... why do I have that feeling something bad is going to happen... He thought to himself as looked at a small wooden box which contained the object. He smiled and slid it into his large coat pocket.

 

While walking down the surprising empty streets, he watched the lights which came from the traffic far above him, he was so diracted that he bumped straight into someone. "Woaw, sorry mate," John said and looked at the person he bumped into "Well I be damed, Yola, is that you?"

 

If luck would have it, he bumped into an childhood friend of his he knew while he travelled with his father, not only was John happy that he knew the person he bumped into, he was happy he hadn't walked straight into a wookiee which would tear him all apart. "John Matthews!? Well fancy meeting you here of all places... however have you been after all these years?"

 

"Well, fine I suprose. Ted's retired, and I'm working for a freighter captain. I'm an engineer." John replied.

 

"Really? That's much better what I'm doing," She chuckled slightly "So who's the captain? Is he rich?"

 

"The captain's a she and sort of and why?" Replied John, giving her an weird look.

 

"No reason," She replied smiling shily "I wouldn't mind a job like yours, but I have no skills. The best I can do is strip off infront of a bunch of perverts for the lowest wage possible." She said sounding rather depressed "But I have a chance. There's a guy in the bar, a rich guy, I think he's falling inlove with me. And if he's willing to help me out of this life, I'll love him back, even if he was a damn Hutt."

 

John scratched his head, he could understand why she was acting like this. She came from a middle-class family and now she was in the ranks of low of the lowest. "Where you off to?"

 

"Work..." She replid glumly.

 

"Let me walk with you, I fancy a nice drink anyway." John suggested, she smiled and nodded.

[JasraLantill]

"What is it with you Corellians and gambling?" Raze whispered to Rita, so as not to be overheard. "You just don't give up, do you?" She rolled her eyes. "It's not going to work, so why would I want to bet on it?"

[Writer]

"Because either way, betting or not, you'll owe me 100 credits," Rita whispered back, grinning mischievously.

[JasraLantill]

"Oh? And just how do you figure that?" Raze asked supiciously. "Extra wages?"

 

She shook her head. "I'm telling you, if you do this stunt of yours, it'll backfire with Phee."

[Writer]

"Fine," Rita said, still grinning. "I won't. But don't blame me if we get a total idiot job."

 

Shrugging her shoulders as if to release herself from responsibility for the so called 'idiot job' she seemed so sure Phee would give them, Rita headed off the ship, turning slightly as she did so and demanding impatiently, "Well, are you two coming or not?"

[JasraLantill]

((OOC: WJ, we're already in the cantina. :s ))

 

"Oh, quit being such a brat!" Raze snapped in a hushed tone. "You wanna bet? Fine. 100 credits--that you'll screw this up and get us a borked cargo!" She pointed her finger at the space in front of her. "Now, will you get over here and start acting like a thug, instead of a spoiled little shutta? We've got work to do."

 

Raze made her way over to an empty table and sat down. Zam and, eventually and reluctanly, Rita sat down with her. Raze flagged a waitress. As she approached, Raze looked at her chrono, then scanned the crowd again. "Phee should send someone to meet us in about five minutes or so," she said to Zam and Rita. "So keep a look out for a guy wearing a red leather jac..." She squinted. She had spotted John, standing by the stage, a drink in hand and watching the dancers. One in particular, too. "...ket." John, John... He's got a girl in every port, Raze thought. Then she snorted with amusement. Well, at least we have backup if we need it.

 

"Can I take your orders?" the waitress asked them.

 

"Corellian Ale for me," said Raze, handing her a credit chip.

 

The waitress looked at Zam and Rita. "And, for you?"

[The Doctor]

Bif entered the dorm slowly, as he was normally not allowed access to the crew's quarters - he was normally restricted to the medical lab, the cockpit, and any common area of the ship - as long as he didn't touch anything, unless it was a medical emergency. He looked around the room, his occular systems adjusting to the somewhat dim lighting. He quickly discovered his quarry sitting on the floor at the foot of one of the beds, a box of spare parts open in front of him. He stepped forward.

 

"Master Harbrig?" he asked, face innocently blank, almost like a child speaking to his parent. "May I speak to you for a moment?"

[Writer]

Rita's nose wrinkled slightly. "Do you import your Corellian Ale?"

 

"We pride ourselves on..." the waitress began, but Rita cut her off.

 

"If it ain't from Corellia, it ain't Corellian Ale," she said shortly. "But I'm intrigued. I'll try whatever it is you call Corellian Ale... just to see how far off you are."

 

The waitress flushed bright pink, but chose to say nothing further to Rita. "And you, sir?" she asked Zam.

[Rexraptor2000]

Ulim hated Nar Shadda. There was no honor to be earned here, as everyone here was either struggling to survive or a rich, arrogant coward. The cantina was a little less crowded than usual, but he didn't care.

 

"Ah, a mighty Sangheili graces us with his presance. I haven't seen one in here for, say, around 20 years." the old rodian bar tender said to him as he walked over.

 

"23, Hergat. I'll have a Tarisian Ale." Ulim said sitting down and casting an eye over all the partons.

 

Hergat's bug eyes blinked for for a few moments before a smile, well, what counts as a smile for a rodian, spread across his face. "Ulim! My good friend! How're you doing? Where have you been? I haven't seen you in ages!"

[starmark2k]

Zam looked the waitress up and down, she was quite attractive and Zam smiled. "Well i'm not too sure what would you suggest?"

 

"Our Trandoshan Whisky is a good year." She replied.

 

"Well then i think i'll trust your judgement and have one of those." He replied.

 

The waitress smiled and walked away to get their drinks.

[ForceFightWMe12]

Travis had been busy fighting with a last few parts when Bif walked in, sporting a stangely innocent expression. The gunner wasn't in a good mood -- he almost always got frustrated when the parts he had didn't work and the parts that would work he didn't have. He had been hoping to get one last spike into working order to gleam a few extra credits, but he threw the divice against the wall in temper. The man glowered up at Bif.

 

"Yeah?"

[The Doctor]

"I wish to enquire as to your plans for your time on Nar Shaddaa," he said politely, unphased by his master's outburst. "Do you plan on remaining on board the ship?"

[JasraLantill]

As the waitress sashayed away, Raze glanced askance at Zam. "Think you made an impression on her," she said to him. "But stay sharp."

 

She nodded over his shoulder. A man in a red jacket had just entered the main cantina from a side door near the stage. "There's our contact."

 

The man walked the long way around, his stride non-chalant but vigilant. As he moved, Raze could tell he wore a shoulder holster, but couldn't tell if he was heavily armed or not.

 

"He's scoping the place. Checking to see if I've brought any more than two," Raze said to Zam and Rita. "Phee is always very careful." Then she frowned. Patrons standing near one of the gambling tables were obscuring her view of the man. "Can either of you see what he's packing? Be subtle, though. I don't want him to think that we're that curious."

[starmark2k]

"Give me a sec," Zam replied as he reached up to his eye and switched it to Megnetic resonance mode. His eye had several special modifications and Magnetic resonacee basically made it so he could see all metal objects, it often came in handy in these situations. "Pistol, Old clone issue, in a shoulder holster... Hah, and a small hold out on his wrist. Some kind of quick deployment contraption."

[Writer]

"I also spy an interesting flap on his right pant leg," Rita observed, running her eyes up and down the stranger casually before looking away. "By shape and size, I speculate he's hiding some kind of knife or something of the sort in a thin sheath there on his thigh."

[JasraLantill]

Raze held back a grin. "I believe, Rita, that particular 'blade' is organic, not metallic. You know, Bif probably has some excellent educational materials on that subject. Maybe even holopics, too, in case the technical jargon is too much for you."

[Writer]

Rita grimaced. "Raze, it's just creepy you'd think of... that. Besides, the flap's too low down for that... unless his 'blade' is fifteen inches long. The point goes down at least that far from the flap."

[JasraLantill]

"Fifteen inches?" Raze paused for a moment, then slowly looked over her shoulder so that she could see Phee's man. "Hmmm..." she said pensively.

[starmark2k]

"It is definetly made of metal." Zam said before the conversation went down a road that would have made him unconfitable. "but it's quite small... the Knife i mean."