Freelancing for the Pykes

Kal Titch · Jul 22, 2018

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The Nerf-Herder Light Freighter 'Omani Gamble' was on Coruscant to load up with parts of outdated farming tech that would see its value triple on its destination world of Agamar. You'd think that's a jackpot run for the crew, but they had no idea and even if they did they didn't have the cash to afford the parts at their Core value. The Ord Mantell natives were only doing the transit and some Coreworld corporation was getting all the credits for it while paying the transport freighters just enough to affordfuel and rations. It was a hard life in a cruel galaxy, but their first mate made it bearable without their knowing. Kal had run off with some excuse of checking out the local Twi'lek dance clubs, which grossed most them out enough for them to not try and accompany him down to the lowest of levels. He wasn't really going to snort glitterdust out of a Twi'lek's belly button, though. He was picking up a bag full of it from a local dealer. You see, Kal smuggled spice from the Core to the Rim so he could pretend to his crew that they got paid enough to provide their household on Ord Mantell. The truth was rather different, ofcourse, as the transit of cheap cargo with their outdated hyperdrive meant they didn't even manage to cover the cost most of the time with what the corporations paid them.

That's the reason Kal Titch was walking into a Pyke Syndicate casino looking rather nervous. It was the first time he'd smuggle spice offworld for the syndicate and delivering it to their buyer on Agamar. Hopefully it wouldn't also be the last time..

Callen Shaw · Jul 28, 2018

Corsuscant was Callen's home, even if he had started to make a life for himself in the Outer Rim. He had returned briefly to his old stomping grounds. It wouldn't be a good time if the Pyke Syndicate found out Callen was a Cartel member but he was relatively safe. He knew how things worked here and if he kept his head down, he wouldn't have any problems.

He sat down at the sabaac table, holding a glass of dark amber colored liquid. He had drunk better, but he had also drunk a lot worse on Nar Shaddaa. The table had only had a couple seating around it with plenty of open seats.

Callen wasn't addicted to gambling, but he enjoyed it and was generally good at cards. If he left with a few extra credits tonight he would be happy, if he didn't, he would find some company for the night and he would still be happy.

He settled into his seat, lifting his glass to his mouth as he waited for the cards to be dealt.

Kal Titch · Jul 29, 2018

His criminal venture with the Pyke Syndicate got off with a rocky start as try as he might, Kal could not find the dealer that had contracted him for smuggling spice to the planet of Agamar. On the agreed upon time his wrist-datapad did light up and his contact had at least send him a message that he was running a bit late and Kal would just have to try his luck at the tables in the meantime. Kriff, he didn't really have credits to spare but hanging around for too long would also raise the suspicion meter of any incognito Coruscant underworld police. So he couldnt really do anything else but look around at the various tables and approach one with the most empty seats and novice-looking gamblers.

"Deal me in," Kal sighed and looked with a tired smile to the other human at the table (@Raydo). "If I don't get rich this time I might as well never sit down at a table again."

The cards were put before him and with some dread he watched the game unfold until just Kal and the other human were left. "Before you take fifty credits," they were far from the highroller tables because frankly Kal didnt have the credits to buy in somewhere. "I'm Kal, Kal Titch."

Turning all his cards with the symbols open he hoped he'd gotten the better combimation.

[dice]1d10[/dice]

Let's keep it simple. Throw a d10 with every post and if you get the highest number three times you win.

Callen Shaw · Aug 12, 2018

He chuckled as the man joined the table. "If you don't lose it today, you'll lose it tomorrow." he said taking a drink from his whiskey. Of course, it was always better to lose it later rather than sooner.

He caught the man looking around like he was waiting for something. The more paranoid parts of Callen's mind worried about that, but if he refused to play cards with anyone who wasn't shady here, he would be playing alone.

The dealer dealt the cards and they began playing. Callen was relxed. He found cards had always been relaxing. He had never been one to gamble enough to get him into trouble. Always just enough to give him a rush.

The round progressed until it was just him and Kal left. "Callen." he said nodding his head "and no one likes someone who is not confident" he paused before adding "Unless you are one of the fake modest people, people hate them even more." he said, smiling. His tone was light and relaxed.

He looked down at his cards and back towards Kal before he laid his cards down on the table.

[Dice]d10[/dice]

Kal Titch · Aug 12, 2018

Kal had to be honest with himself here, because he was enjoying this way more than he had expected. Ofcourse, he had a knack for numbers and him cooking the books on the Omani Gamble certainly showed he was willing to take a risk when it came down to what he was good at. Still, when he said he was going to check out the dance clubs he never expected he'd find such a good time in a casino owned by a criminal syndicate. "Well played," he said as he watched Callen rake in the chips from their first round. "So,-" Kal continued with a smile, "-what do you guys do for a living?"

He figured it was probably rude to not say what he did, but before he could get to reveal that mystery the majority at their tables had already told the others about their boring white-collar jobs, though one worked at the spaceport and Kal was sure to make a mental note of that one. Could be useful if one was a "I'm the first mate on the Omani Gamble, it's an-" he got momentarily distracted when the cards were drawn, "-independent freighter with a crew of four."

One by one his opponents folded during the round until it was once again Kal and Callen left, piquing the smuggler's curiosity over what line of work this mysterious sabaac player was into. Get to know the man and you get to know his cards, Kal figured, although in that regard maybe he had told too much already.

[dice]1d10[/dice]

OOC:
Wins Callen: 1
Wins Kal: 0

Chakaa Tyrakki · Aug 12, 2018

While wandering the labyrinth that was Coruscant Chakaa, the little Ewok with big dreams found himself in a casino wandering into the building he was accosted by security and told to leave his Droid, and after unsuccessfully to get him to let hs Droid in, for translation purposes, weaved through the crowded place watching aliens flipping pieces paper and then crying when they had toggle their money away, and receiving some curious looks from patrons, Chakaa liked sticking out in his little way.
Chakaa didn't quite understand what all this was bumped into by a man leaving a table Chakaa decides to give it a shot, climbing into the seat, with some effort, and grunts, he looks at the other players, and then to the dealer as he hands him his cards, having no clue as to even how to play the Ewok watches the other players and copies what they do, not realizing there is a strategy involved.
Overhearing the two humans talking about what they do Chakaa interjects.
"I'm Chakaa. Treasure hunter, and soon to be the most famous Ewok in the Galaxy."

[dice]d10[/dice]Hope joining is okay

Araku Gradaci · Aug 13, 2018

He entered the shady casino, owned by a "friend". A fellow Hutt Cartel member with some card games in the ground floor, a few rigged Slot Machines in the corridor and a drug lab in the attic. He sighed, his blind staff in his hand. Listening to his sourroundings and waving the blind man's cane left and right. Many people were in here, but he thought he know one... yes, that Callen dude was here. He was not often at Coruscant, but that was unquestionable him... If he'd remember him. Well sure, he would not have forgotten. After all Araku was in charge of keeping some Hutts establishments under control financially speaking. They had had a brief talk back then, when he had last been on Coruscant. As fellow Hutt cartel members. He went over to the counter and talked to slowly speak with the bartender, his contact here...
He started to whisper a bit with the man and then ordered a drink. Waiting for his beverage he concentrated on the card game behind him, without turning around of course. Being a Miraluka sure had it's advantages

Callen Shaw · Aug 15, 2018

Callen smiled warmly as he pulled the credits to his side of the table as they were further joined by others. "I do a little bit of this, a little bit of that. I like to keep my options open." he said vaguely as he took another drink. His fellow card player had spoken quite openly about what he did. Maybe he was lying, or maybe he was drunk. Far be it from Callen to judge anyone coming to the gambling table with a little too much to drink. It had happened to himself on multiple occasions.

An Ewok crawled up into a nearby seat at the table. They were odd creatures, for sure and not a common sight in places like these. The cards were distributed and play began. Callen, with his new small pile of credits, relaxed a bit. It was a more enjoyable game when you were losing someone else's money.

"Being famous is overrated. I would take rich anyday." he said offhandedly to the Ewok.

Not super confident in his hand, he decided to play it anyway, not folding like others already had at the table.

[Dice]d10[/dice]

Kal Titch · Aug 30, 2018

Kal smiled, "Being famous only gets in the way, but rich-" he turned his cards, seeing he lost again, "-being rich could buy me that Farsight Scout Ship I've been wanting." His smile now faded to a look of disappointment as he knew very well that he'd never get enough credits to actually buy one of those advanced vessels. Taking another look at his cards, then at those of the other two players, Kal shrugged. "With my luck, however-" he paused to nod at his Pyke Syndicate contact, who just entered the casino with a bag that without a doubt contained his package, "-seems I'm sticking to the Nerf-Herders."

His contact now walked passed his chair and subtly dropped his backpack near Kal's chair, who locked his right leg with it to signal ownership to whoever saw the bag laying around. That was it, he supposed. One more round of Sabacc and he could hide the Pyke Syndicate's synthetic drugs on his ship and fly it to Agamar.

[dice]1d10[/dice]

@Raydo

OOC:
Wins Callen: 2
Wins Chakaa: 1
Wins Kal: 0

Callen Shaw · Sep 2, 2018

He let out a small chuckle and smiled as well. "To being rich." he said holding up his nearly empty glass and polishing off the last of its contents. They continued playing, the round of cards progressing. His new friend shrugged revealing his cards as Callen did his. He had taken the second round.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much. The Nerf Herder is a hell of a ship." he said sliding more credits to his side of the table. Callen was having a good night, which he knew could turn into a bad night quickly, but for now, he enjoyed himself.

He ordered another drink and noticed the man seemed distracted. If he wanted to keep handing over his credits because he wasn't paying attention, Callen wouldn't stop him.

[dice]d10[/dice]

Kal Titch · Sep 9, 2018

Ofcourse, just when he won his first round he was ready to leave. Sticking around felt like tempting his fate and would only increase the chance of the famed Coruscant Underworld Police to catch him with 10,000 credits worth of synthetic spice on his person. That'd be... inconvenient. Especially considering the twenty years he'd have to spend in imprisonment. To survive prison for that long Kal knew he would not come out the same man and he really did not want to join a prison version of the Hutt Cartel.

"Well-" he said, grabbing the remainder of his credits from the table and giving the dealer his complementary 25 credits. "-time's up." He smiled apologetically and while the Omani Gamble wouldn't leave port for another five hours, there was truth behind his words. It would be difficult to find the right time to slip onboard with the bag without anyone noticing and another private few minutes for him to stash it all in his own quarters. Risky stuff, hiding stuff from your own crew. "You really should test your luck at the high stakes tables, Callen. I think you'd be good enough to make a living out of it." It was meant as a nice gesture, probably untrue in the end, and after he said it he grabbed his new backpack and stood up. "May your hyperdrive calculations always be on the spot." It was the spacer's version of 'May the Force be with you'.

And then he left.

/endthread

OOC:
Wins Callen: 2
Wins Chakaa: 1
Wins Kal: 1

Freelancing for the Pykes

Cheerful Chaser of Treasures