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[Rimrald]

Nar Shaddaa
Upper Concourse
19:11 Planetary Time
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"The Outlaw Mando Bluu" a nickname Wyatt had picked up in recent months, some extension of his self proclaimed alias "Mando Bluu" because after all who doesn't notice a Mandalorian's presence? Even if it was just the armor it has proven to be a conversation starter in his current circle of work, hunting bounty to put credits in his pocket and making connections with partisan groups by night.

The reminder of Medriaas, a home lost. Still burning in the back of his skull is the reason he risks his neck to help outfit, train and inform those who wish to stick it to the Sith. Even if he wasn't pulling the trigger he felt as if he was part of the effort just by the small means he has provided and plans to provide, especially tonight.

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Wyatt sat at the table for two with drink in hand at the quiet corner venue on the upper concourse, even though it was Nar Shaddaa the evening was still young as he leaned back in his chair and scanned the room. Wyatt tries to blend in with these types of meetings in the event of prying eyes and curious ears, he wears a simple set of clothes and the breastplate of his armor underneath a poncho. The neck of the poncho extends up to cover just above the chin and includes a hood that is draped on the back, his weapons lie underneath and his left hand rests on his blaster. Drink in his off hand he takes a short sip of the dark stout and looks to the entrance expecting the arrival of his new contact. (@Real_Russian)

 

[Real Russian]

It was a week since Korben complete his last contract. He should admit, that the job of cabdriver was way better in terms of money and less risky because all you have to do is to drive. And because Dallas' driving was the best what he could do, the job was gorgeous. Perhaps, when Korben became a free man, he couldn't handle his freedom appropriately and hence he was losing his time for too many useless things. Yes, he has been flying for six months now and was able to earn some really good money. He even helped Rebels twice by delivering weapons for them which later on they used for diversity somewhere in the Imperial Hutta. But for the same time, he could earn much more and with fewer efforts. What is he doing wrong? The only idea which comes to his mind is that the best and most well-paid contracts on Nar Shaddaa belong to the majority of criminal syndicates and he can't simply obtain them being literally nobody. As for now, he was seeing two ways of his further life - either become a Rebel's agent and work for them constantly (which make him an enemy of the Empire) or find a reliable and constant source of contracts and hence - money. Even if he can establish a connection with a good contact, it would be an achievement. A small, but a helpful one. This is why he had come into the Upper Corner - to find such a person.

After he made his way to the bar, he entered the building. Slightly before Dallas approached the bar counter, he noted a person in a Mandalorian armor. Korben didn't hear too much about them, but everything he heard about them matched his opinions and convictions. Why exactly that person was on the "Smuggler Moon" he was ashamed to ask just because it was his nature - never come in contact with a person who doesn't clearly hired you. Instead, he stayed at the bar counter.

"Good evening. A glass of Rodian splice, please". Said the man with a little smile and once the beverage was served, Korben started slowly drink it, while browsing the HoloNet news and listening to what people in the bar were talking about. Maybe he could find his new employer here.

@Rimrald

 

[Rimrald]

Watching the curious looking man enter the bar, Wyatt wasn't entirely sold on this being his contact. People from all over the galaxy of every shape, size, color and race come to Nar Shaddaa but upon getting a closer look as he approached, Wyatt was sure this was his man. With hand on holster and sipping the last of his drink, sauntering up to the bar and setting the mug down "Another Corellian Breakfast Stout." as he motioned to the barkeep before turning halfway to the man on his right (@Real_Russian).

"So Mister, we're outside of Sith space in free man's land. Mind telling me exactly who you are before we talk any business." Wyatt calmly said while sliding his blaster out of its holster and rocking the hammer back one click, keeping it under the bar counter. "I wouldn't want to mix myself up with anyone who might want to see people like me in a prison cell or worse.."

Watching the man carefully, he hopes this gesture isnt taken as any disrespect because being safe to make sure you're mixing yourself up with the right people is how you stay alive these days. Allegiances cant just be swapped like the days after the 100 Years War, but that was no matter now as Wyatt reached into his breast pocket beneath the poncho and produced a cigarra offering it forward with his right hand to the man with the drink in his hand.

 

[Real Russian]

"Depends on why you're asking. I'm a mercenary and if you have no job for me, you're wasting your time". Pronounced Korben after he slowly turned his head in the Mandalorian armor owner side. It was evening, so Dallas was trying to enjoy his stay in the bar and tried to relax. At the end of the day, he was having a few really difficult negotiations for a contract today and wanted to get rid of the unpleased feeling. But after Dallas was able to finish the splice drinking, he accepted the Wyatt' (@Rimrald) gift. Hoping it's not a poison or something similar.

"Thanks. Haven't smoked for an age" Lighting a cigarette and taking a long puff, continued Dallas. The tobacco smoke has relaxed the mercenary even more and he pronounced a few more phrases with a relaxed tone now. "Nar Shaddaa is the hole. If you here in search of a job... Well... You have to be either lucky or brave. Incredible brave"

 

[Rimrald]

Listening to the mans talk of being a mercenary, Wyatt raised an eyebrow after handing forward the cigarra. Lowering his weapons hammer but not putting it away, he leaned in picking up his refilled glass and taking a sip of the foam. “So you’re a man looking for work, not a man offering..” a slight aggravation washed over Wyatt, this man wasn’t his contact.

Nevertheless networking was always a decent way to find work beyond government bounty boards and regional wanted lists. “So friend, what kind of work are you looking for? Because I came looking for work myself.” Turning his head away from the man to take a sip from his drink, and letting the flavor really sink in. Life as a bounty hunter keeps someone traveling or stalking targets most of the time and away from the luxuries of downtime, returning to the task at hand Wyatt leans in awaiting the mans response.

 

[Real Russian]

"Since I on my own for almost a year now, I'm open for almost any kind of job. But I was driving a taxi for six years, so if you know someone who needs a good cab driver, just let me know". Replied Korben with a little grin and realized that he was still alive, so the cigarette wasn't poisoned indeed. And it was obvious because Korben almost have no enemies and with everyone with whom Dallas has had a conflict, were men of business possessed nothing personal to the former cab driver.

"Truth to be told, If I was looking for someone whos I could give a job, Nar Shaddaa would be the last place which I would visit for contractors. The planet is great for refugees, but not really good for a well-payed job... Let me ask you one thing... are you a real Mandalorian?" Making another long puff, relaxed asked Korben. He doesn't know too much about Mandalore natives, but if Wyatt was one of them, then it could explain why he was here and probably it makes a sense to cooperate with him.

 

[Rimrald]

A driver? Interesting profession to come to Nar Shaddaa looking for work but there has to be more to it, no doubt. A man who looks like he has a clean arrest record on the smugglers moon could very well be a dangerous man or a well connected one, or he is as lost as he sounds. But Wyatt would not be taking the chance on insulting the man by asking, he simply gave him a long look before he rattled the words out. "are you a real Mandalorian?"

Looking down after hearing that, Wyatt was confused for a moment looking down to see his poncho had been left to the side when he moved it to draw his blaster. With a small grin and short sigh he looked up to answer the man, now knowing he was not a dangerous man rather that he asked dangerous questions. "Well you're rather curious for a cab driver, who seems to know a lot about where to go to find a job, being that you're in this bar.. What else do you do besides drive cab mister?" Wyatt said while slowly spinning his drink on the bar counter and shooting a look around for a moment to see if anyone was actively listening in to their conversation, and for the moment it seemed as if there wasn't anyone paying them any mind.

 

[Real Russian]

Korben was silent for around a few minutes before he was able to reply on his interlocutor question. The cab agency where Dallas has been worked demanded much more than just good driving and mechanical skills. Nar Shaddaa had fairly earned the name "Smuggler Moon" being one the favorite places of all kinds of illegal persons and quite often the customer who ordered the taxi has to be securely delivered to the place which he asks. It involves some combat actions either before landing and during the trip, so how to shoot even from a car Korben knew pretty well. This is how he met Cher-No-Gorgo-No-Don, the Tiss'shar female person to which Korben saved the life. The moment when she fell in his cab Korben remembers even today. However, shooting and driving weren't last skills which were required from drivers. Good reaction, critical thinking and sometimes fearless were way important, that is why most of the cab drivers on Nar Shaddaa have some problems with their nervous systems. Criminal syndicates used cab services too, though the service was independent and none of the syndicates couldn't accuse the agency of helping others syndicates.

"You're on the Smuggler Moon, buddy. Rumors here is a common thing, just visit a bar at the night. Being a cab driver, I was aware of almost any activity in the Galaxy, except maybe some Outer Rim sectors. Mine customers were usually illegal traders from the Mid Rim and sometimes told some interesting things. Nothing super confidential, though. Heck, service in the Imperial army was way better. If only they weren't so... racist I would stay there, but no" Finally replied Dallas and realized that he said too much. At least he thought. It was weird because the almost bald man wasn't enough drunk to be very talkative, but because Wyatt was the first person for two months who was curious about Korben' skills, the mercenary decided to be... less timid. There was nothing secretly at all.