A Crew

[The Wook]

dice rolls

Raithal sucked. It was permanently frozen, cold, windy, and just all-around unpleasant weather. Of all the habitable planets in the galaxy, why people chose to inhabit balls of ice The Wook did not know. And yet here people were. For one reason or another, Raithal tended to be a destination for veterans. Perhaps the harsh conditions on the planet gave them some sort of challenge, an enemy to face and overcome in order to survive. Things they had been taught and trained to do, but civilian life didn't accommodate for. As with any large population of veterans, some were adapting well to civilian life, while others were not. A lot lacked the direction or the skills to transfer into a successful civilian career.

The Wook was going to offer them something to do that they knew how to, and at better pay than the pittance many received while in the military. It was towards the goal of taking a corvette from Drek Vann, a successful Vigo that was notoriously loyal to Balla the Hutt. If The Wook killed Balla without dealing with Drek, it was almost a guarantee that Drek would spite The Wook, abscond with the corvette, and plot revenge. The dude certainly would have both the means and motivation. Usurping Balla would be difficult enough without having to deal with a well-equipped Vigo with an axe to grind. Plus, if The Wook could get a corvette in addition to what assets Balla controlled, then that was the obvious way to go.

A building loomed ahead of them in a lees-than-wealthy part of town. It was a veteran's outreach center that tried its best with limited funding, personnel, and government ambition to improve the lives of the veterans living in this part of town and help them find gainful employment. The Wook agreed with their mission statement. After all, if someone did you a solid, you owed them more than a cheap salary. He and Tage were going to pose as Outer Rim merchants that suffered from a spate of piracy, and needed crews that didn't dump their cargo at the first sign of trouble. That should get them past the door and presented with a list of candidates that were promising. From there, they could determine which veterans would actually be willing to work for the Cartel on a corvette.

@Sreeya

 

[Tage Mak]

Tage had done a line of spice before coming here, and he was still waiting to find out how much of an issue that would pose on this mission. His eyes were glazed over, but thankfully his helmet covered it. He even had disguises to wear without his helmet, making a point to hide his fame. Tage was beginning to detest how well he was known, as it often made it difficult to go on sneaky adventures anymore.

He glanced up at the building, sniffing as residue of spice still lined his nostrils, “You ever catch any heat for killing Haboobie or whatever?” It had been some time since he had spattered her brains across the console of her ship. Tage had seen Wook waltz around in it many times, but he hadn’t heard anything about whether the Toasted Twi’lek or Sith had given him any heat for it.

“What do you think of working with them? Sith?” He hadn’t actually asked Wook that before. He himself mostly kept to himself and didn’t consider himself important enough to rub elbows with important people in the galaxy. Wook had been shooting up the ranks and actually had contact with the Empress herself. Despite being buddies, there was no denying there was a massive league between them.

@Clayton

 

[Spectre (Old)]

Tage had to leave on short notice for reasons unknown, but it will be fine. Spectre was there with the Wook as well as well so fortunately he won't have to go it alone. The Hutt Cartel Slicer can't say he has been to Raithal before, but fortunately before coming here he did prior research. It's very cold, and thus Spectre dressed appropriately for the occasion, wearing a winter jacket, a hat, gloves .etc. Not dressed dapper, and his hat would make him harder to recognize him as the only human on the Hutt Council And even then it's still cold, still a frozen planet with icy winds.Still giving Spectre quite the shivers. He still had his armor protection, and he left his custom-made pistol at home and instead brought a BP-12 blaster pistol which should raise no questions or anything. The Cartel slicer is aware of what the Wook's goals are here and what his plan is here today he will support the Vigo however he can. The Cartel Kajidii could see his own breath amid the cold, but he can handle it. Still better than the deserts of Ryloth. "I'm ready when you are" Spectre would say to the Wook. Ready to get this show on the road.

@Clayton

 

[The Wook]

The Wook was sad to see Tage go. In his mind they had not hung out enough, and this scheme to steal a corvette was something that was right up Tage’s alley. He watched his buddy depart into the swirling snow before Spectre snapped him back to reality by speaking. Of course. The mission came first. It had to. ”Aguhwwgggghhh, uuh hnnnhrrhhh uughghhhgh uughghhhgh” he growled. They made their way to the building. Holographic fliers along the wall and on either side of the door advertised job placement and counseling services. An artificial chime sounded when he pushed the door open, and a wave of warm air rushed out to greet them.

A woman sitting behind the reception desk looked up at the two and raised a bright, purple eyebrow at the unusual sight. ”Can I help you two?” she asked. A battered, steel-gray protocol droid shuffled over to her side, ready to provide translation services. One eye was fainter than the other, and a large dent could be spotted in his chest. It looked like the thing had been rescued from the dump. The Wook would know, he’d seen droid parts from the dump at Anaxes. That mission result something else he’d have to deal with as soon as possible.

”Huurh. Aarrragghuuhw huurh huurh huuguughghg aguhwwgggghhh huurh uughghhhgh huuguughghg uuh aarrragghuuhw aaahnruh aaaaahnr raaaaaahhgh,” The Wook said as he motioned with his thumb to Spectre, who technically was his superior in terms of rank. ”Raaaaaahhgh aarrragghuuhw aarrragghuuhw aaaaahnr uughguughhhghghghhhgh huuguughghg aaahnruh huuguughghg huurh raaaaaahhgh. Uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughghhhgh wrrhwrwwhw aarrragghuuhw uggguh uuh raaaaaahhgh wrrhw aarrragghuuhw raaaaaahhgh, uugggh awwgggghhh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughghhhgh huurh-huurh.”

The droid took a moment to translate his words and for the receptionist to think about the offer. ”You’d have to talk to one of our job placement people. It’s pretty slow right now so I think we can get you in soon. Of course, we’re not a mercenary service. It would be up to people to whom you’d offer the jobs to accept or not, and whether or not they want to get back in a combat situation.”

The Wook nodded, unbothered by that. A number of veterans who had trouble finding jobs lacked the purpose and drive that was guaranteed with the armed services. There’d be people willing to sign on. It was just a matter of selecting those who were not steadfastly loyal to the Republic. Spectre would be able to explain better to the job placement person, he suspected. If that person was even willing to give them the time of day. Everyone had a price though, especially when the public service they invested their time and energy into was underfunded and understaffed. It all just depended on what buttons to press, and how blatant they could be about it.

The secretary tapped on her keyboard for a bit before looking back up at them. ”It looks like Grux is available to talk. Second door down the hall on your left,” she said.

@Faster Than Light

 

[Spectre (Old)]

"Right" Spectre would nod his head when his wookie friend wanted to get the show on the road. Works for him, the less he is on this planet the better. Alright, so the Wook explained the situation to the receptionist when they got there. The receptionist was able to point them in the right direction, towards one of those job placement people. Good of a start of any. "Alright, thank you" he would nod towards the receptionist and her dented assistant droid with a stoic blank expression on his face. Spectre if/when the Wook had nothing further for the reception desk, would head in that direction towards the door the receptionist was referring to. It was a slower day for them and walk-ins are accepted, the door would be open already to where the Cartel duo could just casually walk in. That's exactly what Spectre did when they were ready. Grux, would be in his office, behind a desk sitting down as he is typing in the terminal in front of them. Grux was attentive and he would turn his gaze upon the Cartel men while still finishing what he was working on. "Hello there you two, I'm Grux. How might I help you guys?" he said eager to help. There would be two empty seats in front of the job placement specialist's desk. Empty seats for normal sized humanoids, unfortunately not accommodating for a wookie.

@Clayton

 

[The Wook]

The translator droid followed them into Grux's office, which was helpful as The Wook had entirely forgotten he owned one of the damn things. He was not quite certain how he'd forgotten that. It would have been rather useful to bring it with today. Or on any number of other occasions when a translation was needed. It would have saved a lot on PUT devices. He mentally kicked himself for this oversight. Of course, the sight of too-small chairs in Grux's office just made him feel more annoyed, but he did not show it.

"Uughghhhgh huuguughghg uughghhhgh aaaaahnr aarrragghuuhw huurh aaaaahnr," he said, and then paused to allow the protocol droid to catch up and translate. "Wuuh uuh huuguughghg huurh uughguughhhghghghhhgh huurh uughguughhhghghghhhgh Raaaaaahhgh Huuguughghg, aaaaahnr aarrragghuuhw aguhwwgggghhh uggguh huurh aarrragghuuhw uughghhhgh huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh aarrragghuuhw uughguughhhghghghhhgh aaahnruh wrrhw huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw wrrhwrwwhw hnnnhrrhhh." By The Wook's calculations they would need a couple dozen to crew the corvette. He could supply the rest of the crew from his own ranks, and whatever remaining crew decided The Wook was a better employer than Balla. But he did want to supply seasoned naval crew to increase effectiveness and whip the others into shape.

"We could help you there," Grux said once the droid finished its translations. He looked to Spectre, as the human had been identified as the boss. "Perhaps you can tell me more about what you're looking for and your shipping operation?"

@Faster Than Light