[ Closed ] The Red Helm (Page 4 of 8)

"Hey, ain't nothing wrong with droids...some of my best friends are droids." Goran stated as he waved to the barkeep for another ale. "I give the Devorian points for enthusiam. But that and two creds wouldn't buy you a cup of stim-tea."

He rubbed the scar that cut across his face, "Universe jades alot of sentients, things like the Vong war. Some don't learn to adapt afterwards." Goran smiled at the group, "I wear my scars on the outside, but some folks wear em' on  the inside."

"Ugly" Jim scratched at his stubble again. "Brozyna, huh?" he grunted. It sounded like he could do some serious salvaging there.... "And you ladies just want THAT helmet, nothing else?" he gestured to the holo. Hell, he could probably make a nice cred from all those artifacts...And Mandalorian relics?

Well, wouldn't he be something bringing back some of the people's lost culture?

The big red haired man leaned toward Kyr'am, and his Chiss companion. "What are you planning, to have them smuggle us in? Or to have them act as a diversion and cruise on in ourselves?"

Nora seemed quite interested in Kyr’am’s information regarding a vessel commanded by former Broyzna slaves.  “See what you can find out about the ship and its crew...”  the huntress said, “Perhaps they might enjoy robbing their former masters blind...”

"Ugly" Jim scratched at his stubble again. "Brozyna, huh?" he grunted. It sounded like he could do some serious salvaging there.... "And you ladies just want THAT helmet, nothing else?" he gestured to the holo.

Nora shrugged, “The helm is the prime objective....but like I said, anything else we run across is up for grabs.”

Saviin nodded, “Yeah, might as well pick up a few souvenirs along the way...”

Evaar returned from the refresher, Edee escorting her once again.  She slid into the booth, her helmet in her hands.  “I think I better have this thing checked before we go...” she commented, looking at the helm in a funny manner, “I had trouble receiving your conversation...”  The young woman had apparently been tuned in to her mother’s lecture on the mission...

“......All I need to know is the name of the household......” Kyr’am said, offering to gain further intelligence for the huntress. 

Nora swirled the contents of her mug casually, “Find out about that ship first...I’m very interested in her crew...”

Kyr'am nodded and stood, grabbing his helmet from the floor as Tracyn stood beside him.  "I should have an answer for you in a few minutes as to information on the ship.  If you'll excuse me, I'll see what I can get from my contacts."

Kyr'am turned and had walked no more than ten paces before Tracyn whispered to him, "This is madness.  You don't know these people.  I have extreme concerns about letting these people know about the Dewback."

Kyr'am knew this was coming, but was well-prepared for it. "They're Mando.  If I can't trust them, I can't trust anybody.  Besides, if they betray us, they won't live long enough to regret it.  Now, is Orienda Kharr still captain?"

OOC:  Hi Sol!  *Waves* 

“Both...” Nora replied.  She was not about to venture out on a job without her own vessel in easy reach.  Never rely on others for a ride...who knows where you’ll end up.  The huntress glanced at her daughter.  Yes...Evaar was seasoned enough to handle the Nineveh on her own.  She could follow along as back up support.

Saviin leaned in, “The Katarn...” she wondered aloud, “Do they have a feisty red head among their crew?”  The lavender eyed woman rubbed her chin in thought, “If I remember correctly, her name is Zeta...yes, Zeta the Red....no, Red Zeta.....no wait...uh.....  Well it’s a pirate sounding name of some sort...”

“Red Zee....” Nora corrected her cousin.

Tracyn's eyes narrowed and blazed at Goran, "If by looking at your face is any indicator, I'd say you haven't been doing a good job watching your shebs to begin with.  But no, you don't."   

Kyr'am watched the display before turning back to Saviin with a thoughtful look on his face,"Red Zee, eh?  Last I heard she was still there.  Heads up the boarding parties if I'm not mistaken.  Why do you ask?"

Kyr'am nodded and asked Nora one question, "When do you want to leave?"

Tracyn's eyes narrowed and blazed at Goran, "If by looking at your face is any indicator, I'd say you haven't been doing a good job watching your shebs to begin with.  But no, you don't."

The big Mandalorian gave an ugly smile, "Well not everyone can be as handsome as me,Angel." But he decided teasing the Chiss wouldn't be much fun, so he turned back to the conversation at the table.

"Sundown sounds good, gives me time to send a holo to the little woman and my boy" he stated. He waved the barkeep for a third ale, "And a nerf steak!" he added.

'Ugly' Jim considered what tools he would need, and right after that what weapons.

Dres left pleased, throwing the door open on the waiting hover in front of the run down apartment. Sliding in beside Motoko, Warren on her other side. Doc in the front seat messing with the radio. The droid driver saluting before cruising off.
"He didn't go for it, as was expected."
"Why would he? But it did give you time to plant the bug?"
Anbu nodded, noticing the reciever in Doc's hands. The radio finally on a constance station as the man fretted with his machine. Until he switched it to scan, it'd change by itself...until he decided to stop. And it did, stopping on one of those techno stations. Nobody argued, it wasn't anything to complain about.
"Driver, head to the Strill. My contact's business hours just went off."
Warren pulled a little device out of his ear. Placed it in a metal case with a foam insert as insulation. Delicately left on the floor everyone but the driver got out.
"I'll call you when we're done V50."
The droid saluted again, backing up and gliding away down the street. The four stepped into the cantina, placing themselves in the corner where Warren's contact had been. Within hearing distance. Nice spot. Dres didn't order anything. The doc and his assitant sharing one of those stacked nachos. Warren a pink lemonade with a bendy straw.
"I can't wait to see the contents of the mission Anbu."
"You're going Warren?"
"I am."
And to top it all off, he still hadn't fallen asleep. To make it better, they'd be leaving in the afternnon depending on obtaining a ship. Black Sun should work something out. Going back to this mess of a place though...there had to be a better reason than food and drink.

"I wish we could say that, there's absolutely nothing to do until afternoon. Why are we even here?"
"While you were out, I was informed by the higher ups they wouldn't supply a star craft."
Anbu tapped a claw on the table. Why not buy one? Surely someone was at least selling. No, nothing was ever that simple. Fate wouldn't like that at all.
"And you want us to hitch a ride of a slave tub? Sounds like fun."
Dres agreed with the doc. Apperantly they'd both been listening in on some conversation with about the same parameters.
"And how you expect we get on?"
"There's your answer."
Warren moved his head in the direction of those mando'a. Anbu felt like laughing. The Doc played with his glasses a little. Motoko finished off the last nacho.
"You can go talk them Dres. If we're lucky your size along will get an answer."
Dres stood up, stretching a little. Walking fast enough he caught them at the door.
"Pardon me, I know you're probably busy but...my party is in need to talk to you. We'd be willing to set up a meeting later in the day I'm sure."

"Oh? Let's talk again then."
Anbu moved him into the last seat in the table. After having gotten a nod and a calling card from the mando. Folded his hands, dropped them onto the table.
"So, what was that job you were talking about? Not that you should've called first stead of breaking in unanounced."
"That's the thing, I don't know. I haven't read it yet, we need a ship's navcomputer to open the datacard. But the missions are usually entertaining. Money's good. Nice to see you remember me, posting that thug at your door helped out."
Dres folded his wings in a bit more.
"If you want the job, set your com to this frequency. 1485, be ready near the afternoon."