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by Charlemagna » Wed Jan 29, 2020 11:46 pm
by Derika » Thu Jan 30, 2020 6:58 am
Puertollano wrote:Gehena, OrondiaDerika wrote:Liehiry grabbed his pistol, but didn't aim at the droid. "Show me where he is."
"If you wish," Gehena replied. She too, kept a close hand on her E-5 Blaster and the B-2 Battle Droids walked cautiously behind the mercenary. She brought them inside the wreckage of the frigate, where the mechanic was welding some old tubing back together again. He took of his face protective mask and looked up to the mercenary. "This man here has arrived to take you - please assure him that you are working for us, now."
The mechanic obliged, put down his weld, dusted off his hands and stood up. "That is correct," he said to the unknown man. "The Super Tactical Droid is offering good compensation, some old Droideka parts, for my work here. You see, this CIS Frigate came crashing down and I was interested in scrapping all that I could from it. Until - I realized some inhabitants survived the crash - my fried Gehena here. It's better work here than it ever was on the collapsing station. I get better hours and I know that I have a lot of work ahead of me. A little sense of job security."
by Cheye » Thu Jan 30, 2020 12:31 pm
Greater Persian State wrote:Urchuln headed back to the security station to get paid and go to bed. He arrived at the station, leaning onto it.
Charlemagna wrote:“Yeah, okay,” Alba said, reaching across the table to shake Nat’s hand firmly. “I can work with that.”
She was going to have to work with it - more to the point, where was she actually going to get the funding from? Alba started to feel anxious about the matter. Maybe the Fuzzy Tauntauns were starting to wear off, but it suddenly seemed that she’d blundered into a rather large undertaking. No going back now though.
A newcomer approached the booth, and spoke softly to Nat.
"I should probably get going. I’ve got a spa to plan...” Alba said, rising to her feet and shuffling round the table. “It was nice to meet you, Nat,” Alba added as she stepped away. “And thank you for - you know – speaking with me.” She smiled awkwardly, nodded politely to the newcomer (whilst briefly considering whether they looked like the sort to be interested in spa relaxation), and hoped Nat didn’t think she was a complete idiot.
Nuxipal wrote:Nivea chose to walk over towards the table, but instead of outright interrupting the ongoing conversation, she instead said, "Excuse me Miss. When you are done here, can I have a word with you?" directed to the Pantoran.
She put on her best, 'I am an important person' voice that she learned to use from her Jedi Master. She didn't want to outright give away she was a force user, not unless it was required, but she did want to make sure that the Pantoran would not leave once her business with the human was complete.
by Puertollano » Thu Jan 30, 2020 2:35 pm
Derika wrote:Puertollano wrote:Gehena, Orondia
"If you wish," Gehena replied. She too, kept a close hand on her E-5 Blaster and the B-2 Battle Droids walked cautiously behind the mercenary. She brought them inside the wreckage of the frigate, where the mechanic was welding some old tubing back together again. He took of his face protective mask and looked up to the mercenary. "This man here has arrived to take you - please assure him that you are working for us, now."
The mechanic obliged, put down his weld, dusted off his hands and stood up. "That is correct," he said to the unknown man. "The Super Tactical Droid is offering good compensation, some old Droideka parts, for my work here. You see, this CIS Frigate came crashing down and I was interested in scrapping all that I could from it. Until - I realized some inhabitants survived the crash - my fried Gehena here. It's better work here than it ever was on the collapsing station. I get better hours and I know that I have a lot of work ahead of me. A little sense of job security."
"Job security is what you'll get if you come back with me. The station is flourishing in business now, an I was sent to bring you back."
by Derika » Thu Jan 30, 2020 2:56 pm
by Puertollano » Thu Jan 30, 2020 3:02 pm
Derika wrote:"Good thing this can be resolved without violence. About you and your droids, you can come. Just don't start any trouble on the station or my ship."
Liehiry responded as he started walking towards his old D-5 Mantis.
by Nuxipal » Thu Jan 30, 2020 5:54 pm
Cheye wrote:Natalya Sadaar - The CantinaCharlemagna wrote:“Yeah, okay,” Alba said, reaching across the table to shake Nat’s hand firmly. “I can work with that.”
She was going to have to work with it - more to the point, where was she actually going to get the funding from? Alba started to feel anxious about the matter. Maybe the Fuzzy Tauntauns were starting to wear off, but it suddenly seemed that she’d blundered into a rather large undertaking. No going back now though.
A newcomer approached the booth, and spoke softly to Nat.
"I should probably get going. I’ve got a spa to plan...” Alba said, rising to her feet and shuffling round the table. “It was nice to meet you, Nat,” Alba added as she stepped away. “And thank you for - you know – speaking with me.” She smiled awkwardly, nodded politely to the newcomer (whilst briefly considering whether they looked like the sort to be interested in spa relaxation), and hoped Nat didn’t think she was a complete idiot.
Nat smiled at Alba as she shook her hand.
“It was nice to meet you too, partner.” Nat nodded. “I’ll check in with you soon to see how things are coming along. Make sure to me know if you require any assistance with your plans!” She made sure it came out as a statement rather than a question as the girl made her departure.Nuxipal wrote:Nivea chose to walk over towards the table, but instead of outright interrupting the ongoing conversation, she instead said, "Excuse me Miss. When you are done here, can I have a word with you?" directed to the Pantoran.
She put on her best, 'I am an important person' voice that she learned to use from her Jedi Master. She didn't want to outright give away she was a force user, not unless it was required, but she did want to make sure that the Pantoran would not leave once her business with the human was complete.
Nat took a moment to herself and yawned, realising it was getting pretty late despite the fact that there was no natural light to tell her so. She decided she would shut up shop in the cantina for the night after she spoke to the newcomer who’s tone had already aroused her curiosity.
After a few seconds she turned to face the stranger and realised that it was the woman with the chalk-white skin who had caught her attention earlier.
“I’m all yours.” Nat flashed her a grin without rising from her seat. Instead she gestured with her blue hand for the stranger to take the booth-seat across from her that Alba had just vacated.
“You looking to set up a business here on my station too?” She asked casually, her voice filled with the confidence of someone who was used to both doing business and surviving it in the lowest depths of the Outer Rim.
Her amber eyes inspected this stranger carefully, trying to discern her profession from her appearance but coming up short. Instead she relaxed back in her seat and decided to wait for the mysterious woman to elaborate on why she had asked to talk with her...
by Greater Persian State » Thu Jan 30, 2020 8:35 pm
by Puertollano » Thu Jan 30, 2020 10:12 pm
Derika wrote:"The Security chief at the station. Without him, I would have to look for work somewhere in the core."
by Cheye » Fri Jan 31, 2020 7:50 am
Nuxipal wrote:As she took the seat indicated by the Pantoran she smiled and said, "Not so much as set up business as to look for business. While my crew and I are just here to get a few jobs and get paid, I have reason to believe that you are more than you appear." She looked directly towards her when she said, "I am going to ask this just once. Are you, or have you ever been, a member of the Jedi Order?" She made sure that there was no way the Pantoran could avoid the question. While she was not wanted by the Jedi, having one around always seemed to complicate potential jobs. Though, based on where this Pantoran was living, presumably, they probably were not a jedi. But a former Jedi or fallen Jedi was quite dangerous.
Puertollano wrote:As the Mantis approached the Station, the Super Tactical Battle Droid tipped the mercenary a few credits, as a measure of good-will under her diplomatic protocols.
Gehena, and her entourage of B-2 Super Battle Droids stepped off from the starship. They looked very menacing, and incredibly out of place. There on the platform of the Station, Gehena identified a Mon Calamari, a species closely associated with the Galactic Republic. But it looked well-stocked and handy with a tool. Gehena trudged towards it, with the two droids in toe. "How much are you selling your ship for?" Gehena barked.
by Pax Nerdvana » Fri Jan 31, 2020 9:13 am
Cheye wrote:The CantinaNuxipal wrote:Upon entering, Nivea looked around and Gus went to distract himself knowing he'd be signaled if needed. Nivea scanned the room with her eyes, reaching out with the force as well. She looked for other force sensitives, which could give away a Jedi hiding here, as well as trying to find someone who needed a job. She approached the bar counter and said, "Could I get a drink please?"
A bronze-plated C1 astromech droid beeped cheerfully to the new customer, his short outline was almost concealed behind the bar, but he waved up in greeting with a mechanical pincer.
He then beeped questioningly as he gestured with the same pincer to the selection of bottles and metal pipes above the bar. They contained a wide variety of different beverages, both alcoholic and otherwise from hundreds of different worlds.
The droid appeared uncertain as to which of these many drinks he should pour for this Dathomiri newcomer…Pax Nerdvana wrote:Dak looked at the Quarren, and said coolly,"Yeah, that's what he said. What's it to you?" He took a sip from his drink. He hoped that he could actually get a nice cargo out of this, and make a little more money. Jes placed her hand on the butt of her blaster pistol, under the table where it wouldn't be visible. She wasn't overly fond of Quarren, having had some bad experiences with them in the past.
At the far end of the cantina, the Quarren shifted, and spoke with his voice lowered to avoid attracting attention from any of the other customers.
“I’ve had a little disagreement with the captain of the freighter that brought me to this backwater.” He nodded over his shoulder to the Kubaz, who was somewhat better dressed than the humans around him. The group were preparing to leave the cantina after finishing their drinks, and only one of the humans even looked towards the Quarren, though they made no effort to say goodbye as they finally departed.
“He has chosen to renege on an agreement to transport myself and several crates worth of cargo to Kijimi. We encountered some… philosophical differences… and failed to talk them out over a drink here.”
The Quarren sighed and stroked his tentacles nervously as he glanced back and noticed the crew disappearing out of the door, the Kubaz’s shoulder cape fluttering as an Anomid passed him by coming into the cantina.
“Basically, I need passage to Kijimi with my cargo, or its stuck here, and well… I can’t afford it to be stuck here. Do you think you would be able to help? I will pay well.”
Natalya SadaarCharlemagna wrote:“Alba. Alba Joostal.” She said by way of introduction. “I work for Galaxica Travel Agency – their dedicated representative for this famed tourist hotspot. I expect you’ve walked past my stall in the concourse. Although, as I’m sure you’ve realised, this is quite possibly the worst posting any travel agent has ever received in the history of the galaxy.” Alba snorted derisively. “Frankly, I’m bored out of my mind, and I figured setting up a spa would give me something to do. That – and I’d really like to be in a spa myself, right now. I can design something, organise the admin side of things, source people to help build and staff it.”
Alba wasn’t actually sure she could, but she was enjoying a new Fuzzy Tauntaun-induced confidence, combined with the couldn’t-care-less attitude of one who’d already reached the deepest level of humiliation.
“Of course – I'd never do anything without running it by you...it’s your station!” Alba laughed, a slither of nervousness creeping in. “So I guess the question is... what do you want to do now?”
Back across the bar, Nat nodded thoughtfully as Alba spoke. It sounded to her as if she was offering to do all the hard work. That was good, but the involvement of Galaxica Travel Agency could be an issue...
“Your idea’s got a lot going for it, Alba Joostal.” She smiled reassuringly…“But is it really your idea or is it Galixica’s?” The smile vanished.
Nat took a moment to look around the cantina, although most of the patrons were now departing for the chrono-indicated night, a few latecomers had arrived, and something seemed different about two of them. Both the woman at the bar with the chalk-white skin and the Anomid who swaggered through the doorway caught her attention for a reason she couldn’t quite determine...
Shrugging off the sensation, she turned her attention back to Alba.
“Before this conversation goes any further, I want to know what cut I’m getting, what cut they’re getting and what cut you’re getting. Also, who is covering the renovation costs here? Because if it’s me and my business partners, my cut had better be bigger than anyone elses!”
The Pantoran’s tone was firm but she remained visibly relaxed and offered Alba another sweet smile as the girl considered.
OutsideGreater Persian State wrote:"Hey, the top lady over there said I got the job filling in for the mechanic. If you could just direct me to the proper location, I'd be thankful.
“Hello there.” Chief Udamos turned and nodded respectfully to the Mon Calamari who had approached from the direction of the station.Sarrin wrote:Jokir raised a brow as the Mon Calamari interjected.
"Sounds like your mechanic problem fixed itself." He remarked walking into the Cantina past Udamos...
“Indeed…” The yellow skinned Nautolan nodded thoughtfully, his gaze suspiciously following the Anomid as he walked around the outer walkway from the landing pads and into the doorway to the station’s interior concourse.
When he was finally out of sight, Udamos turned back to the Mon Calamari; “Thank you for offering your assistance to Miss Sadaar. I am Chief Murr Udamos of Station Security.” He didn’t smile. “Please know that we are hopeful that Kidern Karak will be returning to us soon, so you will not be provided with a formal contract.”
The Nautolan’s voice was stern and his tone rigid, but to even the casual listener it was clear that was just the way he always was.
“Let me know what kind of experience you have and if you have any tools at your disposal and I will point you to the best place to get started?” He asked matter-of-factly, his tone betraying the fact that he was glad to have someone to fill in.
He went on; “The station came back online this morning and station control are already sitting on a backlog of simple maintenance requests from some of the freighter crews stopping over. If you think you can handle some of those tonight, that would be helpful?”
As the two aquatic aliens spoke, on one of the other landing pads across the station, an old D-5 Mantis Patrol Craft powered to life.Derika wrote:"If it's the Separatists, then I'll be fine. Thank you." Liehiry responds. He enters his ship and takes off.
“Mantis; this is Orondia Station.” An unfamiliar voice crackled through his ship’s comm as Liehiry finished prepping the ship for takeoff.
“Officer Aveff advised control that we should keep in touch. Just to make sure we don’t lose you out there like we lost Karak.”
There was a crackle of static as he fired up the engines.
“Patch us into your personal comm frequency so we can keep in touch, just in case there’s anything up there we should be worried about?”
And the ship lurched into the ever-night sky...
by Nuxipal » Fri Jan 31, 2020 2:02 pm
Cheye wrote:Natalya Sadaar - The CantinaNuxipal wrote:As she took the seat indicated by the Pantoran she smiled and said, "Not so much as set up business as to look for business. While my crew and I are just here to get a few jobs and get paid, I have reason to believe that you are more than you appear." She looked directly towards her when she said, "I am going to ask this just once. Are you, or have you ever been, a member of the Jedi Order?" She made sure that there was no way the Pantoran could avoid the question. While she was not wanted by the Jedi, having one around always seemed to complicate potential jobs. Though, based on where this Pantoran was living, presumably, they probably were not a jedi. But a former Jedi or fallen Jedi was quite dangerous.
Back at the station, Nat blinked repeatedly at the newcomer’s question. Her blue face was a mixture of confusion and concern. After a few silent seconds she laughed it off and replied casually, echoing the woman’s words as she asked; “Are you, or have you ever been, off your face on spice?!”
She laughed again to herself and reclined back in the booth seat as she added; “Listen lady, my finest achievement to date is winning this dump of a station in a backstreet sabacc game. Do you think that would be the case if I were ever a high and mighty Jedi Knight?”
Nat watched curiously for the strangers reaction, thinking to herself that it was a weird question to ask to a total stranger, suspicious in fact.
As she appeared to relax, below the table-line she instinctively rested her hand on the holster that was clipped to the top of her skirt, stroking the handle of her blaster and ready for any potential trouble this woman might cause her.
by Greater Persian State » Fri Jan 31, 2020 2:55 pm
by Puertollano » Fri Jan 31, 2020 3:12 pm
Greater Persian State wrote:Urchuln's heart skipped a beat as he literally stepped back to regain his bearings. A Super Tactical Droid had stepped out the starship with B2 battle droids. And...it was approaching him. Oh my god, here he thought he could get some sleep. The Droid's menacing voice caused beads of sweat to start to form on his head. Although he anticipated some intrigue, a CIS commander was not it.
"I'm not selling my ship. This is my ride, it's not going anywhere. Look, look I don't want to get mixed up in the stuff here." Urchuln and R4 finished the trip up the ramp. "I'm sure you can find all kinds of ships. Look, look I need some sleep."
by Greater Persian State » Fri Jan 31, 2020 3:58 pm
Super Tactical Droid on site with battle droids STOP Cover secure do not abort or recover STOP Job secured as mechanic STOP Possible Separatist forces nearby STOP Guidance Requested STOP
by Sarrin » Sat Feb 01, 2020 1:27 pm
by Cheye » Tue Feb 04, 2020 4:09 pm
Derika wrote:"Of course. I never fail a job." Liehiry responded.
Pax Nerdvana wrote:Dak said to the Quarren,"That's a possibility." He looked at his wife, who gave an uneasy nod of agreement. Dak continued "What's the cargo?" Dak always made sure he knew the cargo, because there were a handful of things he and his wife wouldn't haul, namely spice and slaves. They preferred to avoid illegal cargoes, due to not being smugglers. Although, Dak had no qualms about running guns if they really needed money. He knew Jes wouldn't be too happy about having a Quarren on board, but she was professional enough to deal with it. He took another sip of his whisky.
Nuxipal wrote:Knew that this was the largest source of force potential on the station, besides herself, and if she wasn't a Jedi, then she must have been missed somehow. Getting a strange feeling as the woman relaxed Nivea put her own saber on the table, in plain view. "That's interesting that you won this station in a card game. The force would have given you an unfair advantage, even if you didn't know you were using it."
She then leaned forward and said in a more hushed tone. "My name is Nivea Atrix, formerly of the Jedi Order myself. Until a bit of misadventure on the part of my master. As I said before, I am here looking for work. I just would rather know who I'm dealing with before I deal with them. Of every other being in this cantina, you are one of the few beings that have any kind of force sensitivity here. And, if you are the owner of the station, you are exactly who I need to deal with. Now, are you in need of a group of mercenaries led by an ex-jedi or do you know of any CIS aligned groups on the station that would pay for mercenaries?"
Puertollano wrote:Seeming as though she would have no luck with the Mon Calamari, the Tactical Droid moved in towards the station cantina, keeping a close sensor of the Gamorreans watching them with suspicious glances. The cantina looked busy, but the towering build of Gehena and her B-2's would be almost unmissable. Gehena approached the bar counter and asked of the bartender: "I am looking for the proprietor of this establishment. Where can I find them?"
by Puertollano » Tue Feb 04, 2020 4:50 pm
Cheye wrote:“...Hold that thought....” Nat stated, more to herself than to Nivea as she turned her head towards the looming droid that had just entered, flanked by a pair of B2 Super Battle Droids as it approached her astromech at the bar.
Behind the bar, Static beeped nervously in response to the larger droid's question, clearly feeling intimidated, but to the droid’s credit he didn’t immediately cave and direct the trio of killing machines in Nat’s direction.
Behind the droids, a pair of Gamorreans entered snorting and snarling to themselves, their force-pikes held at the ready in case the droids caused any trouble. Nat recalled her earlier conversation with Chief Udamos about Officers Grish and Grak and let out a sigh, if left to their own devices they’d probably end up antagonising these new arrivals, and that was the last thing she needed at the end of her first day.
She had to intervene.
Rather than pull the same prank she had on Alba, which was an idea Nat toyed with just for a moment in case the droid was asking for the proprietor in order to identify her and attack, she instead decided to take that risk and cut straight to the chase with the droid. She reasoned that she might as well talk to it now while there was a former-Jedi around who seemed to like the CIS and could potentially diffuse any potential drama.
“Guess you’re looking for me, droid!” She called from the booth, putting on her classic Nar Shaddaa smile. One blue hand fell back beneath the table to rest on her holstered blaster, while the other combed through her hair casually; “I’m Nat Sadaar, I’m the new owner and proprietor of Orondia Station. Now tell me; why’s a droid like you asking for a girl like me in a place like this?”
by Sarrin » Fri Feb 07, 2020 3:16 am
by Pax Nerdvana » Fri Feb 07, 2020 9:01 am
Cheye wrote:Outside the Station - The MantisDerika wrote:"Of course. I never fail a job." Liehiry responded.
The Gigoran smiled at Liehiry’s confidence from behind his vocorder box, before turning to glance around the ship. A few seconds passed. Then Aveff turned back to Liehiry and his voice box rumbled; “...Err… If you don’t mind me asking... Where is he then?”
The CantinaPax Nerdvana wrote:Dak said to the Quarren,"That's a possibility." He looked at his wife, who gave an uneasy nod of agreement. Dak continued "What's the cargo?" Dak always made sure he knew the cargo, because there were a handful of things he and his wife wouldn't haul, namely spice and slaves. They preferred to avoid illegal cargoes, due to not being smugglers. Although, Dak had no qualms about running guns if they really needed money. He knew Jes wouldn't be too happy about having a Quarren on board, but she was professional enough to deal with it. He took another sip of his whisky.
The Quarren looked around shiftily before muttering back; “That is… sensitive… information....”
In turn he exchanged a look with both Dak and Jes before deciding to elaborate further.
“It is nothing that would be considered illegal in civilised parts I can assure you of that, but it is valuable and there are pirates in these reaches of Hutt Space who would love to separate me from it.” As he said that, he glanced over to the human mercenary who had arrived with the pale-skinned woman, but who now sat at a booth not too far from them.
He nodded to the two Corelians and muttered; “Perhaps I could show you instead?” He asked nervously, gesturing towards the door to the station’s concourse. “If you’d like to follow me?”
Natalya SadaarNuxipal wrote:Knew that this was the largest source of force potential on the station, besides herself, and if she wasn't a Jedi, then she must have been missed somehow. Getting a strange feeling as the woman relaxed Nivea put her own saber on the table, in plain view. "That's interesting that you won this station in a card game. The force would have given you an unfair advantage, even if you didn't know you were using it."
She then leaned forward and said in a more hushed tone. "My name is Nivea Atrix, formerly of the Jedi Order myself. Until a bit of misadventure on the part of my master. As I said before, I am here looking for work. I just would rather know who I'm dealing with before I deal with them. Of every other being in this cantina, you are one of the few beings that have any kind of force sensitivity here. And, if you are the owner of the station, you are exactly who I need to deal with. Now, are you in need of a group of mercenaries led by an ex-jedi or do you know of any CIS aligned groups on the station that would pay for mercenaries?"
Across the cantina, Nat’s eyes widened for a moment at the mysterious woman’s comments on the force, and she listened intently, drawing herself up and leaning on her elbows on the table between them as Nivea introduced herself as a former Jedi.
There was a small silence when she finished speaking,and it looked as if Nat was mulling over her words carefully.
Finally the Pantoran smirked and scoffed audibly before replying; “Firstly lady, Nivea, I can assure you that it wasn’t some mystical energy field that gave me an unfair advantage, I’m pretty certain it was my Idiot’s Array that did that! I mean I’ve been gambling, and winning, since I was a child on Coruscant so I think someone would have noticed if I had special lucky powers...”
She shook her head, of all the things to happen today, she had not expected a former-Jedi to turn up accusing her of being magically gifted.
“Secondly.” She stated, carrying her voice with a slightly more professional tone this time; “Station Security are indeed keeping an eye out for mercenaries. If your crew are interested in signing on, you should speak to Security Chief Udamos, if there’s any work going, he’ll be the one to know.” She paused for a moment, deep in thought. “Given your particular skill set I imagine he’ll be keen to meet you, particularly if you plan on sticking around.” She eyed the chrono on the wall behind the bar, realising Udamos had probably turned in for the night. “If you’re interested, I am happy to set up a meeting for tomorrow?”
“Now thirdly, when it comes to CIS aligned groups… or any groups… on the station, you might have noticed that this place is still pretty quiet. See, we only got the fuel line up and running earlier today so the odds of you finding someone around with those kinds of connections-”Puertollano wrote:Seeming as though she would have no luck with the Mon Calamari, the Tactical Droid moved in towards the station cantina, keeping a close sensor of the Gamorreans watching them with suspicious glances. The cantina looked busy, but the towering build of Gehena and her B-2's would be almost unmissable. Gehena approached the bar counter and asked of the bartender: "I am looking for the proprietor of this establishment. Where can I find them?"
“...Hold that thought....” Nat stated, more to herself than to Nivea as she turned her head towards the looming droid that had just entered, flanked by a pair of B2 Super Battle Droids as it approached her astromech at the bar.
Behind the bar, Static beeped nervously in response to the larger droid's question, clearly feeling intimidated, but to the droid’s credit he didn’t immediately cave and direct the trio of killing machines in Nat’s direction.
Behind the droids, a pair of Gamorreans entered snorting and snarling to themselves, their force-pikes held at the ready in case the droids caused any trouble. Nat recalled her earlier conversation with Chief Udamos about Officers Grish and Grak and let out a sigh, if left to their own devices they’d probably end up antagonising these new arrivals, and that was the last thing she needed at the end of her first day.
She had to intervene.
Rather than pull the same prank she had on Alba, which was an idea Nat toyed with just for a moment in case the droid was asking for the proprietor in order to identify her and attack, she instead decided to take that risk and cut straight to the chase with the droid. She reasoned that she might as well talk to it now while there was a former-Jedi around who seemed to like the CIS and could potentially diffuse any potential drama.
“Guess you’re looking for me, droid!” She called from the booth, putting on her classic Nar Shaddaa smile. One blue hand fell back beneath the table to rest on her holstered blaster, while the other combed through her hair casually; “I’m Nat Sadaar, I’m the new owner and proprietor of Orondia Station. Now tell me; why’s a droid like you asking for a girl like me in a place like this?”
by Cheye » Fri Feb 07, 2020 8:32 pm
Puertollano wrote:Gehena turned to the blue woman. At first, she was reluctant to believe that she was the owner of the Station. However, it was the Outer Rim, and anything was possible out there. Gehena trudged forwards, her B-2's in toe following behind. She analysed the others sitting in the booth, nothing to be too concerned about, yet. Her defensive protocols picked up the gun resting in the hand of the blue female, but Gehena decided not to think too much about it. The probability was too low - her logic processors assumed the proprietor of a Station like this wouldn't shoot their customers on sight.
"Greetings, Nat Sadaar. I am Gehena, Super Tactical Battle Droid and Captain in the Navy of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. My frigate had a mechanical malfunction, causing it to crash land on Orondia. I am highly interested in paying for all possible labour and parts that exist at your station. Once the frigate is repaired, the Confederacy will be willing to pay you handsomely. "
Pax Nerdvana wrote:Dak studied the Quarren, glanced at Jes, who gave a slight, barely visible nod. They drained their drinks, and Dak said,"We'd like to look at the cargo. They both stood up at roughly the same time. Dak thought something might be up with the Quarren, but they needed that cargo. He hoped to Space that it wasn't spice.
Derika wrote:"I believe he's at his station now." Liehiry responded confidently.
Greater Persian State wrote:
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Super Tactical Droid on site with battle droids STOP Cover secure do not abort or recover STOP Job secured as mechanic STOP Possible Separatist forces nearby STOP Guidance Requested STOP
by Puertollano » Fri Feb 07, 2020 9:02 pm
Cheye wrote:Natalya Sadaar - The CantinaPuertollano wrote:Gehena turned to the blue woman. At first, she was reluctant to believe that she was the owner of the Station. However, it was the Outer Rim, and anything was possible out there. Gehena trudged forwards, her B-2's in toe following behind. She analysed the others sitting in the booth, nothing to be too concerned about, yet. Her defensive protocols picked up the gun resting in the hand of the blue female, but Gehena decided not to think too much about it. The probability was too low - her logic processors assumed the proprietor of a Station like this wouldn't shoot their customers on sight.
"Greetings, Nat Sadaar. I am Gehena, Super Tactical Battle Droid and Captain in the Navy of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. My frigate had a mechanical malfunction, causing it to crash land on Orondia. I am highly interested in paying for all possible labour and parts that exist at your station. Once the frigate is repaired, the Confederacy will be willing to pay you handsomely. "
Nat blinked repeatedly. The droid’s voice echoing in her mind; ‘The Confederacy will be willing to pay you handsomely.’
Not even the end of day one and she had already landed an opportunity to make some credits. What was it Sianni had quiped to her when he had last done business with the Separatists? ‘Desperate marks part with greater sums of credits’ or something like that, and half the galaxy knew the CIS were getting desperate now. That was why they’d attacked Coruscant.
“We’re a neutral port out here, droi-.” She caught herself and corrected; “-Gehena, and for sufficient compensation, we would be happy to provide what assistance we can with your repairs.” Nat mused for a moment, looking back to the self-confessed former Jedi who she had been speaking with before the Super Tactical Droid approached. “In fact, I believe my new friend here was just talking about finding some work, either here at the station or with you clankers, perhaps she might be inclined to offer you some manpower?”
Nat didn’t wait for Nivea to respond before she turned back to the droid and added; “Of course, we might also be able to provide parts and the like when our mechanic gets back and unlocks his shop down in the basement, if he isn’t back soon I’m sure Chief Udamos will be able to unlock his workshop in the morning.”
“And how about yourselves?...” She glanced over the three droids, examining their condition. “If you require any maintenance or oil baths, we can probably accommodate that as well?” She smiled, trying to be friendly, although throughout the conversation her hand never once moved from her holster.
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