Ask Coruscant Birdnapping

[Rafe]

Coruscant.. Rafe's thoughts were even a low rumbling growl, A shining jewel.. he silently monologued, a snort at the thought of it, Yea, I think not..

Rafe stood atop the platform of one of the landing pads, his run of the mill, blend in with your surroundings, poncho covering much of his body as he hustled and bustled about, loading a crate onto a cargo speeder. The turnover rate at these jobs was out of control, so much so that the man Rafe was pretending to be, who's body lay half eaten in a trash compactor somewhere on the lower levels, wasn't even known by the rest of his coworkers, who were just happy that someone had shown up to work today.. These guys really need some better pay.. Rafe thought as he clunked another crate down on the cargo speeder.

Rafe had been scolded twice already by the Forman, he just bit his tongue and snarled so as to motivate the Forman to leave him alone, all the while fighting the overbearing urge to draw his blaster and put a rodian head sized hole in the man's chest.

Ships had been coming and going all day, well at least for the two and a half hours Rafe had been present working another man's job. It was the least he could do really... the thought of it made Rafe smile as a small piece of flesh was stuck between two of his teeth, sending waves of the taste across his tongue. Intelligent life really did taste better than bantha burgers..

Rafe had spent the last two hours or so lifting crates that the other men in the crew had to at best two man, if not use a lift for, and it was beginning to bore him, he looked over to his compatriot, another man who'd replaced a real member of the crew, with a look that craved release from this servitude.. was it time yet, or not? Was all Rafe really wanted to know..

@Die Shize

 

[Jon Dromon]

Spoiler: Music OOC

That Nelvaanian was quite a creature. Given all the different kinds of races and species out in the galaxy, most tended to overlook each other no matter how ugly or horrible they looked, but Rafe was a scary sight to behold. My kind o’ creature.

The Duros had witnessed his partner eat the other guy. The former had been a little less messy; Jon Dromon had simply plugged a skull with a bolt to in turn toss the corpse beside a body much more broken and bloody. He hoped the Nelvaanian would never look at the Duros the same way he had looked at his half-eaten meal.

Oh well, they were in this together now. The past two hours, Jon had been lifting crates himself, just not as many as his counterpart. Rafe was bigger and stronger, after all, so his accomplice made sure to capitalize on that and move just a little slower.

“In a moment,” Jon reassured his partner, able to decipher the look in the eyes more than the snout. A bounty hunter like him made it a sixth sense to read someone else’s eyes. Especially through the back of the head when they’re trying to run.

Many would be if the pair were allowed to turn this place upside down, but that’s not what they had come for, not exactly. They needed the speeder they were loading; no, they needed the cargo they were loading in it. First they needed the foreman to shut the kark up and give the pair his back.

“All right, you lazy shits, that should do it,” foreman confirmed, checking off his datapad. “Let’s get this speeder underway.”

Jon straightened his back with a sigh after nearly breaking it with all this hard labor, and looked at Rafe. “Now.”


@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

Rafe wasn't entirely sure why he'd been waiting for the Duros' command to strike, they'd never really discussed a command structure, or much of anything about the timing, they both knew the plan well enough he supposed, and just sort of fell into the positions they'd assumed. Nevertheless, it was time, and Rafe couldn't have been happier.. Rafe growled in excitement, the foreman's back was turned to Rafe, a huge mistake..

Rafe dug his left claw into the man's collar from behind, and buried his right claw into the man's groin, lifting him over his own head and uniting the two points on the man's body with a sickening crack that echoed off the metal of the platform, even in the open air.. Rafe wasn't sure why it always seemed the people in charge were human, an odd fact to plague his mind at this time, but he supposed in this moment it benefited him, as performing much the same move on a significantly larger species may have been more laborious..

Rafe was still full from his human breakfast just a few hours prior, but still mustered and sank his teeth into the man's neck, the succulent red nectar flowing from his body and filling his mouth. A moment later Rafe tossed the mangled and bitten body off the platform, roughly twelve or so feet from where he stood, and made eye contact with the shaken members of the labor crew that remained, none of them had run yet, Rafe's ordeal had only taken a handful of seconds after all.

They still weren't moving, a slight annoyance to Rafe, he'd already made this decision about an hour ago, though they were technically innocent that didn't much matter to Rafe, he'd done much worse to other innocent beings, what had changed Rafe's mind was walking in their shoes for the day, just two hours of their work had already given Rafe a new respect for them, so instead of tearing the others apart as he had done their foreman, Rafe let out a roar, the foreman's blood spattering from his mouth as he did so.

It seemed he'd motivated them, as they took of running in all different directions. Rafe looked to the duro with a smile, if Rafe wasn't so terrifying his goofy bloodstained smile might have been comical, but that's a big if..

Rafe brandished his blaster pistol and stepped onto the back of the cargo speeder, On to phase two..

@Die Shize

 

[Jon Dromon]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

So, this was the part where Jon Dromon would pull a pair of pistols out from behind his back, in front of his waist, down his pants and up his shirt—wherever he decided to place them at the time of changing into some dead man’s clothes.

Only, well, he had no need to pull either one. His partner had beaten him to the punch. Yuck. It was more bite than punch; no, more like stabbing a steak knife into a live turkey and sinking your teeth into its neck while it screeched and struggled.

Note to self: Beware the big bad wolf. Jon would. For now, he pulled those pistols out, ever wary of the others in the room. One blaster came out from the back of his waist, the other from the front, pointing this way and that way. What?

Instead of retaliating, the other dock hands fled. It didn’t take a Jedi mind trick to figure out why. One Nelvaanian had scared them away. ‘Kay. In they went, the Duros climbing into the front of the speeder to take its steering wheel.

“Plugging in coordinates,” he relayed to Rafe. They both knew the details of the op but it was key to work in sync, especially now. “Rendezvous ready. ETA: Thirty minutes. Hope you brought a snack.”

With that, the speeder sped away, hauling the cargo with it. And one big bad wolf.


@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

Thirty minutes...? Rafe groaned at the thought, this rendezvous was a good distance away, Rafe hoped that would make for a nice and easy get away...

And the thought had barely enough time to settle in for a nice drink when Rafe first heard the sirens. Luckily for now Rafe and his Duros counterpart would just look like another run of the mill cargo speeder, a good cover for putting distance between them and the scene of the crime, Rafe caught himself thinking about the Duros' last words... a snack... of course! Rafe was always doing this, he never fully prepared for missions, because he'd never pack a lunch or anything like that, most of the time he'd luck out and there would be a eatery nearby, or at least somewhere he could find someone to eat.. he looked around the back of the cargo speeder, there was no room for a stowaway, and obviously no-one would have just set their lunches inside here. Rafe sighed, I forgot to bring food.. he said defeatedly to the Duros, the seriousness in his voice almost off putting, sure they were stealing thousands of credits worth of merchandise, and sure they could end up in some sort of shoot out or worse if the Duros smashed the speeder into something solid, but at this moment in time the former dock worker had been mostly digested, and the single bite he'd taken of the foreman had done nothing but stimulate his hunger.. Rafe groaned again, it would likely be some time before he could feed again, for a creature of his size that was unfortunate..

They'd be just past the halfway point, approximately twenty or so minutes into their thirty minute haul to their destination when two patrol speeders flew overhead, one of them coming to a dead stop mid air, the other performing a very wonky U-turn, if they weren't new to the job they definitely seemed new to operating a speeder.. Rafe jumped to his feet, his BM-548 Blaster Rifle now in his hands and raising up to take aim..

@Die Shize @Jon Dromon

 

[Jon Dromon]

Spoiler: Music OOC

It was bound to happen sooner or later. For some minutes there, Jon was banking on being in the clear, the cargo speeder having wasted no time to take off. It was flying through the airways, shifting in and out of lanes and taking every other turn to throw off any wannabe tail, before becoming just another part of traffic.

For twenty minutes, the heat was behind them, but twenty minutes was not long enough. Should have killed the other dock handlers. That would have ensured none would have gone running to the authorities about a Duros and a Nelvaanian spilling blood in the hangar. Nah, sooner or later, someone always catches on anyway.

“If you pull that trigger,” Jon glanced in the rearview mirror. “All of Coruscant comes cracking down. This cargo’s already hot, my furry friend.” The patrol speeders were dead ahead, blocking the immediate route, but there was more than one way to get around.

Suddenly, Jon swerved the speeder, cutting around traffic to dart down a tunnel. Flooring it, he hugged the wall until the speeder was all but hovering along it, just before finding gravity and bypassing three speeders in a row.

That cleared them. For now, anyway. Sirens were blaring but fading behind. “Ten more minutes.” That was nothing, but everything when you were escaping the law.

The end of the tunnel was in sight. Jon eased on the stick as light broke the darkness. Druk. It was not the light he was hoping for. Sirens flickered end to end. Barricade. They had to act fast.


@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

@Jon Dromon was right, if Rafe opened fire on these patrol craft they'd have a full battalion bearing down on them soon enough, Rafe stowed the rifle, and just in time as he had to grab onto the sides of the speeder to keep steady while @Jon Dromon pulled some skillful flying out of nowhere. Jon somehow managed to keep the speeder just inches from the walls of the tunnel, even Rafe was a little uneasy barreling around at hundreds of kilometers per hour with such a small amount of room for error, he trusted Jon as much as he needed to, after all if they crashed out Jon would be just a kriffed as Rafe would be, and Rafe knew Jon didn't want that.

Only a few minutes had passed since the patrol craft had first started tailing them, and the original pursuers had been lost, but it seemed they had a barricade set up outside the tunnel already. Rafe had one idea, one crazy madness idea.. naturally before even considering the collateral damage Rafe committed to it, the speeder next to them was traveling almost as fast, Rafe raised his right fist at the driver, his wrist mounted repulsor activating, the concussion blasted the driver out of the vehicle and smashed up the console a bit, but it did what it needed as it spun out of control and barreled forward, smashing into the law enforcement barricade, making a hole just big enough for Jon to maneuver through.

Rafe commed the Kennel, his ship, We're coming in hot, four or five minutes, get it airborne and leave the hold open we'll dock aerially.. Rafe called to his crew, this was gonna be a heated get away. You can do that right? Rafe asked Jon, mostly just hoping he could get the speeder into the ship without crashing into it.

@Die Shize

 

[Jon Dromon]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Sly wolf, Jon thought immediately after his partner’s little repulsor trick. In a way, it wasn’t a direct attack against the police by the criminals, or at least one Duros figured it.

Perhaps the other speeder had just spun out of control, the driver so nervous, and plowed into that barricade in place of Jon or Rafe having to open fire directly. Rafe was a sly wolf indeed.

Beautifully, the unmanned speeder’s crash against the cops’ vehicles had pushed them away, metal groaning and bending in a cacophony that was music to the ears. More importantly, that created an opening.

Jon Dromon was no pod racer but he had been doing this druk for years. Not letting up, he soared his own speeder through the gap, offering a mental middle finger to the authority now behind him.

“I can do what needs to be done, bub,” the Duros assured the Nelvaanian. “Just make sure you hold onto your fur. And whatever's inside your gut.”

Minutes later, Jon had since relayed to Rafe to redirect his aptly named Kennel toward an industrial area nearby. The infrastructure and platforming made navigating one speeder difficult, but Jon was good enough. A group of police speeders in pursuit? Forget about it.

“Coming in hot!” Jon said that just to say it, seemed like the thing to say, and swerved the speeder to round a corner before putting pedal to the metal. The ship emerged into view just in time, ramp lowered, and the cargo speeder slowed down just in time as it entered.

Metal scraped metal, screeching and sparking. The speeder performed a semicircle as it dragged across the cargo hold, safely stopping before it could connect with the wall. That was as good as it was gonna get.

“Damn…” The Duros frowned. “Suddenly I wish I was the one who brought a snack.”


@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

Jon had pulled it off, the hole created by the collision was just big enough and Jon put their speeder through it without even scratching the paint, at this rate the speeder itself would be a fair penny towards their shared income.

Jon was confident, that was a plus, and as of yet Rafe didn't see any reason he shouldn't be after all he'd performed all of his steps correctly.

Rafe snorted a bit, Hold on to my fur.. he thought, even chuckling a little bit, before the speeder lurched forward, the peddle being full pressed, and the speeder now barreling even faster through the air and who knows how many hundreds of kilometers per hour, either way Rafe was having a ball in the back, holding himself steady and even pushing a couple of the crates back towards the front that had tried to slide backwards some.

Everything was smooth sailing thus far, the ship was in view and Jon knew what to do, a lone patrol speeder bike was closing the gap, it's friends left way in the dust as it pursued the two criminals, at this point reinforcements wouldn't matter anyway, they'd break atmosphere before any of the law enforcement could catch them, so Rafe drew his BM-548 Blaster Rifle, aimed quickly and pulled the trigger, the bolt flashing through the air and crashing through glass windshield of the bike striking the rider in the upper left of his chest throwing him from it, the speeder beginning a hard downturn just half a second later.

Rafe didn't have time to celebrate his latest murder as the cargo speeder entered the hold of The Kennel, the jostle threw Rafe from the back, as his hands were full with his blaster rifle, and skidded him across the floor of the cargo hold, the speeder doing the same leaving sizeable black skid marks and some scratches on the metal of the floor.

Rafe grunted and jumped to his feet, minimal damage, it could be repaired later, for now he slammed on the close button pulling the ship's ramp up and sealing the hold. Cade, the ship's Squib mechanic was in the hold waiting for them, Take care of this.. Rafe called to him as he began to half jog to the cockpit, the Squib jumping to action at picking up whatever debris had been thrown about.

Rafe activated his com, Netvor, get us out of here.. he called to his Shistavanen co-pilot. At the moment, Jon was the closest thing to a human on the ship, unless you count the Droid, but probably not.

Once in the cockpit, Rafe saw Egret, the Shashay Astrogator already punching in coordinates to get the jump ready, she may have been a small bird, at less than one and a half meters tall, but she was a kriffing genius in her field.

Rafe took the captain's chair, Netvor was already pulling the ship up towards the freedom if space, and Ròka, the Nalroni quartermaster was filling in on the gunner spot, everything was falling into place, Rafe assumed Jon was behind him as he walked, the veritable petting zoo of non-human crew on the ship all making excellent work of their duties, Ready? Rafe called as he too started to punch it, taking over pilot controls.

@Die Shize @Jon Dromon

 

[Jon Dromon]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Jon had little and less to say as he climbed out of the speeder and promptly followed his partner toward the cockpit. The crew of the ship seemed like something out of your average cantina; that kind of everyday phenomena where every other species tended to be instead of more of this one or that one.

Philosophy wasn’t really this Duros’ forte, however, so he simply took a seat by Rafe and leaned back. “Punch it.” The Nelvaanian was already at it. Beyond the window of the cockpit canopy, tiny dots of distant stars suddenly warped into thin lines as hyperspace engaged.

Enjoying the ride, Jon unzipped the upper part of his dock worker’s overalls, letting in some cool air while sticking a cigar between his teeth. He did not dare light it but the feeling was comfortable. So is getting paid.

“So,” he spoke toward Rafe. “You know what kind o’ cargo we’re hauling?” Jon did but wasn’t sure if his partner did.

They had met each other back on Coruscant around the time they had stuffed two bodies into a dumpster. Though, they were contracted independently by the Pyke Syndicate, Jon having signed up via hologram.

“Personally I like to know how hot the goods are that I’m haulin’. Blasters. Spice. Slaves. This case, electronic and vehicle and machinery parts are straight legal. Can’t be sure they’ll end up that way in the hands we deliver ‘em to...but the payout should be pretty. What’d they offer you?” Same deal? Better not be getting paid more than me, bub.


@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

Rafe had been hard at work, taking over the controls and getting the ship out of the atmosphere, his Astrogator always did a commendable job, and they were in hyperspace only a few minutes after leaving the planet, once the bight dots of far off stars turned to elongated streaks across the transparisteel, Rafe relaxed a bit and sat back in his seat with a sign of relief.

@Jon Dromon had beaten Rafe to the celebration punch with the cigar sticking out of his mouth. Rafe followed suit taking an ornate looking contained from a hidden pocket in his armour, once opened it revealed a dozen neatly stored death sticks, one of which Rafe popped into his mouth and lit. After a long drag Rafe would address Jon's question, Rafe wasn't totally sure what specific items were inside the crates they'd stolen, but the stamp on the outside of said crates read, Blackwell Automata, so if Rafe had to guess.. I'm guessing Specialized Droid parts.. probably class one, I'd venture that it likely has something to do with replacing what they lost on Kessel.. Rafe said, I don't usually mind what I'm hauling, I just need to know if it's alive or not.. Rafe explained, taking a long drag from his death stick.

Jon was definitely Inquisitive, this point in the conversation can often cause some hurt feelings, full on fights, or even some worse and foul play.. Jon had already been linked up with the Pykes, for what Rafe guessed was some time, this was Rafe's first official run for the Syndicate since linking up with them, he actually hadn't met his employer as of yet, though the plan was to meet them upon delivery, or more likely their designee. Rafe knew his counterpart would be offended if he found out Rafe was getting more pay, but at the moment Rafe didn't know what Jon's payout was either, in specific cases such as this, the truth was often best, it'd be worse if Rafe lied to Jon and he found out later. Twenty... Rafe said as he turned to face Jon in his chair. Plus an additional five for the use of my ship.. Rafe added, he was pulling in a quarter of the value of whatever it was they were hauling, Rafe wasn't sure if this was fair or not, but the Pykes had a reputation of paying handsomely, Rafe was calm, What about you? What's your take? Rafe asked.

@Die Shize

 

[Jon Dromon]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Jon had chortled at Rafe’s response as to the nature of the goods. My kinda scum. Had he not asked that question then he would not have received such an amusing answer, and a man like Jon Dromon had no qualms about asking questions in the cockpit to pass the time.

Rafe continued to answer as to his paycheck. Jon did not respond right away, chewing on twenty-plus-five while chewing on his cigar, giving nothing away in those gold eyes of his. They were a Duros’ eyes, this one’s anyway, and this one’s could not be read. Not yet. Maybe when I’m dead.

“A good employee never compares wages,” Jon answered with a sly smile, completely aware of himself. He reached a hand beneath his seat to adjust it, tilting backward to lean in comfort.

If his answer offended Rafe, was maybe rewarded with a snarl, either way neither of them should forget the two pistols at either hip of the Duros. Though, he had no mind to get ugly. They were partners, in this job or the next, whatever happened.

“Ever worked with the Pykes before? They ain’t Hutts. Not everyone knows the difference. I worked for both. I do.”


@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

Rafe snorted when the Duros implicated he wouldn't be sharing what his percentage was, he had certainly walked right into that trap.. he just hoped this current employee of the Pykes was making more on this than Rafe, the contractor for now, he took a long drag off his death stick as the Duros kept talking. Rage had done work that was paid for by the Hutts, but he couldn't in truth say he worked for them..

Rafe had already let out too much information, this Duros was good with his words, so Rafe kept it simple after he exhaled, No, this is my first Pyke contract.. he said Turning his head toward the Duros, First of many.. he said hopefully. There was always a tension the first time someone ran a job with a new partner, Rafe had started to sense that tension was lifting slowly as the pair talked in the cockpit of The Kennel. The pykes had a lot to offer, and always paid handsomely, and Rafe wanted in.

How long you been with em? Rafe asked about the Pykes. They were interrupted momentarily when Rafe's co-pilot announced they'd be arriving soon, then Rafe turned his attention back to @Jon Dromon still looking for an answer.

@Die Shize

 

[Jon Dromon]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Jon peeled one corner of his lips upward at Rafe’s comment. First of many indeed. The Pykes needed hands to help them which meant they were ready and willing to pay those very hands and Jon, like most, had two. Now four with this guy.

“Not long. This is one job in a small number with many to follow, you might say.” He shifted his cigar to the other side of his mouth. “I worked for the Hutts before the Pykes. The illuminating and illustrious Nor’baal Desilijic, to be specific, or whatever the slug calls himself.”

Rafe had shown he meant business, knew how to handle himself, and the key takeaway from this conversation was that the Pykes would soon discover that both could. Can only go so far in this line of work by yourself.

“The Syndicate is more flexible than the Cartel right now. Things go right, we might just get bigger jobs.” He shrugged. “If you’re up to it.”

The console displayed that they were approaching the rendezvous point with their employers. It was a Foray-class corvette. "There she is. The Lonely Cub. Cul Laaster should be waiting for us." And my pretty paycheck.


@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

Rafe was somewhat relieved to hear Jon was new to the Pykes, when they first linked up Rafe couldn't have know where at in the totem Jon stood, for all he knew at the time Jon could of been second in command or the like, but the relief of being at or near the same rank definitely settled Rafe.

As Rafe had previously said, he had done work that was paid for by the Hutts, but he'd never really work directly for them, often times a completed job could end in a paycheck, or a double cross attempted assassination. One never really knew with the Hutts, since the opposite was true with the Pykes, Rafe was relieved and somewhat excited to be working with them now. Can only trust those overgrown slugs as far as ya can throw them.. Rafe said, he didn't hold any malicious intent for the Hutts, but they certainly weren't a batch Rafe wanted to be in the same room as.

Bigger and better is what I'm after.. Rafe said, Maybe we'll land another job together some time.. Rafe added, it was ernest, Rafe enjoyed working with the Duros, he'd been matched up with much worse in the past..

Rafe pulled The Kennel, a blast boat, up to dock onto the Corvette, he was a little eery as they came in, the Lonely Cub had a few Turbolasers hanging from it, and Rafe was never fond of those things... they could cut his ship in half if they wanted to...

Once they came to a complete stop and the ships were docked Rafe stood from his seat, calling for Netvor and Cade to begin transferring the cargo from the back of the speeder to the Corvette.

Rafe made sure the first two faces the Pykes would see were Jon's and his however. He didn't want his crew getting blasted unnecessarily.. as the air lock whizzed, Rafe looked over to Jon, Ready to get paid? He asked.

 

[Jon Dromon]

Spoiler: Music OOC

As the airlock opened, Jon tilted the cigar between the center of his lips, wishing there was smoke in it, but knew better than to blow it in the present environment. "Always ready," he answered Rafe.

From the other ship, entering the docking tube that connected both, stood a pair of Pykes. They were helmed in those metal masks so traditional to the Pyke Syndicate, armed with carbines, but they weren’t pointed toward Jon or Rafe.

“We are receiving your cargo,” one of them confirmed more than informed. “Cul Laaster will now receive you. Come.”

It was less a request and more a command. Cold as ever. Jon appreciated that. They were Pykes, after all; reptiles, and the Duros knew better than to turn them down.

He also appreciated that he had not been disarmed. It wasn’t that the Pykes trusted their guests. They just figure we won’t dare to shoot ‘em up.

The guards would lead the other pair throughout the Lonely Cub, offering no tour and taking them straight to the bridge. There they would find several other Pykes but, curiously, most of the crew in the bridge were of this species or that one. Mercenaries. The captain, however, was another Pyke, though Jon had never met him in person until that very moment.

Cul Laaster wore no mask, his deep dark purple eyes gazing out above an outfit of burgundy gold. He looked between the Duros and the Nelvaanian and spoke with no emotion on his face. “You completed the job, then. Did you run into any trouble?”


@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

As Rafe finished the last drag on his death stick before extinguishing it and stuffing the butt in his pocket for later disposal, he wondered why the Duros hadn't lit his cigar, Rafe's behavior should have signaled it was safe to light up in the ship.

The straight to business attitude of the Pykes was well received in Rafe, no dilly dallying, or lolly gagging about it. As he and the Duros were led throughout the bowels of the Corvette it wasn't until they made it to the bridge that Rafe realized they were not only meeting with a high ranking Pyke, but that they had not requested their weapons be removed.

The doors to the bridge opened and @Cul Laaster sat comfortably his uniform indicative of his rank, the pair approached his throne like seat before he addressed them.

Nothing we couldn't handle.. Rafe said, downplaying the chaos that their get away had almost become, The cargo is delivered unharmed.. Rafe added.

@Die Shize

 

[Jon Dromon]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Smoking in so confined a space as a docking tube was one thing, smoking in a starship interior another, so Jon took a puff from his cigar as he stood before Cul Laaster. Rafe answered the captain. If he was satisfied with the answer then that statue of a Pyke did nothing to show it.

“Good,” Cul finally spoke. “I have been informed that the cargo is indeed undamaged and accounted for. You have honored your end and the Pykes will do the same.” Lifting a finger off his armrest, a Quarren approached Jon and Rafe.

“Your payment,” Cul announced as he Quarren handed over a small box to each guest.

Jon opened the lid just far enough to eyeball the credits, smiling from a corner of his lips; the one that did not align with Rafe. “It will do.”

“There is more where that came from.” Cul observed the Duros and the Nelvaanen. Everyone else in the bridge was busy with their duties, but somehow it all seemed so silent still. Maybe it’s him. The way he stares. “The Pyke Syndicate is looking to expand operations. To do so, we need reliable contractors like you two to help with the work. Interested?”

Jon didn’t look to Rafe as he answered before exhaling smoke. “I'm always interested in getting paid. As long as the pay is good."

“You will be paid according to the job and how you carry it out, as with this one.”

"Fair enough."


@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

Rafe took the box from the man, and shook it, the credits bouncing around inside give him a feel for it. He'd count it later, either this Pyke would pay him correctly, or there would be nothing Rafe could do about it now anyway, making checking the inside of the box irrelevant.

A pleased nod was all Rafe replied with after shaking the box. More hands makes less work.. Rafe replied in acceptance to the presented offer, this offer was the real payment for today's job, the credits were nice, but a true induction to the Pyke Syndicate was the real payout.

Wouldn't have expected it any other way.. Rafe said after Jon made his own reply.

The pair were ushered out a few moments later, the prospect of additional work would be sent to them layer via holo.

Rafe kept his wits about him however until they were back in his cockpit and detached from the Corvette, in truth he wouldn't relax until they were out of turbo-laser range.. those things made him uncomfortable..

I'll drop you anywhere you need.. Rafe said to Jon once they made hyperspace, the box of credits had been handed off to Cade, the Squib mechanic, and Rafe had been pleased to see the Cargo speeder was still in his hold, he was hoping he could keep that...

Rafe lit another death stick, and offered one to Jon, Here's hoping we work together again.. Rafe had begin to harbor the tiniest bit of fondness for the little man, after all he'd just worked an entire job with the man and the Duros hadn't even tried once to double cross Rafe, a unique and admirable behavior.

Even so Rafe kept himself aware...

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