Jazz Starr Cantina!

[Niklas]

"You'll each be paid a third each from a smuggling operation, as well as room and board. There is a slight tax, but I don't think that'll be a problem for you gentlemen. If you have your private ship, you may use it. Your duties are as follows. You will follow me, when a mission arises, into combat. You will operate accordingly as a crew on board my starships. You will not only act as a crew, but you complete tasks for me on and off the ship, whenever needed. When neither is important, you may be given recreational time. You will also act as my enforcers/bodyguards. Bonuses will also be paid. Do we have a deal?

 

[Cpt.ittens]

Connors interest was piqued, " So what exactly are we going to be moving?" he asked. All to aware that some "goods" carry heavy sentences if they happen to get caught without enough cash to pay off a guard. " Also Im going to warn you, Im not some errand boy, I get paid, paid real well, because I get results." Conner stated clearly.

 

[Sirocco]

Roy thought deeply about the offer given to him and considered all possibilities and chances. He did need the credits and the action but then again, this might conflict with his relations with the Jedi and the galactic alliance. Thinking about going about this carefully, he nodded and crossed his arms in deep thought “ interesting offer but if I am going to take you on your offer, I have some conditions I hope to meet in my employment under you” Roy said, not willing throw away the very dreams he is working for. “my first condition is that I leave with my money at any point I want for my own reasons, second condition is for the deal to not get too much in the way of my bounties.” Roy said wile noticing the guy next to him, guessing he was the other guy that his possible employer motioned to offer the job.

 

[Niklas]

"I have over five million credits in inheritance. If we are caught, the Alliance has our backs, and we have sufficient funds to have our ways of bribery with. So it looks to me like we have a deal."

He turned to look at Conner. "Sir, being authoritative with me won't do ya very much. But I like your style. You will get results. I have very much taken a liking to you in theses past few minutes."

He extended both hands, blaster holstered, to shake on it. "we have a deal."

 

[Sirocco]

Roy planned to go about this carefully but thought it could not hurt diving in to the mouth of the beast if he was prepared. Not trusting this smuggler but willing to play nice, Roy extended his hand to seal the deal with tough he thought that he may be lying about the money and connections “by the way, we have not introduced ourselves, my name is Roy” Roy introduced himself with his new boss, this opportunity may actually lead him to the mandolorian smuggler he was hunting: Elliot Marren.

 

[Cpt.ittens]

Conner eyed the hand carefully thinking on the offer. He its not like he desperately needed the credits, he had enough to keep the booze, women, and spice flowing for some time. Still money was money and this seemed better than sitting around for the next several days, hell if there was enough action it might even be fun. " Sure why not" Conner said with a shrug quickly shaking the mans hand. My name is Conner by the way" he said to the boy who had called himself Roy.

 

[Niklas]

Name's Matthew Bane. Urban Combat Specialist for the Spec Ops unit of the Galactic Alliance. Also, full time smuggler and mercenary when called upon. Welcome aboard. We'll be leaving shortly. Pack your things."

 

[Sirocco]

Roy smiled slightly, as he pulled his blaster and slid the ammo back into the blaster now that they had established some trust between each other “it is a pleasure to meet and work with you” Roy said, ready to go right away, he found it funny that he never had to let go of his belt after all. “So boss, being a smuggler and all, do you know any fellow smugglers? Possibly mandolorian?” Roy asked Bane carefully, not willing to trust him fully yet, betting the feeling was mutual between all three.

 

[Niklas]

I don't know. Possibly. I don't give any information for free. You earn your keep. And then maybe we'll talk. But as of right now, my contacts are off limits." Getting up from the booth, he motioned for the individuals to follow him to the docks.

 

[Sirocco]

Unable to be helped, Roy played along for now and followed his new boss to the docks were his ship was expected to be at. Guessing he would work his way into his boss’ trust and info, Roy had no other choice then to go along with it, never guessing he would enter the smuggling business.

(heh, guess this ends our time in this forum, this looks potentially fun))

 

[Cpt.ittens]

Conner looked over his new team mates before chugging another two of his drinks and walking back to the small transport that he would pilot back to his own ship. He cast one more longing glance at the bar filled with beautiful women and a wondrous assortment of liqueur before taking off for his star ship.

 

[ArcHant]

Dr. Sirantha Tesselor entered cantina and spared quick look on its customers and staff. She searched for nice spot where she could have her drink before she goes to find someone who is willing pay some decent money for cutting in to brain or some other organs which are by most of population used more than brain.
Yes she will have few nice drinks and maybe some fun. As for others customers she feel little too much expensive clothed. She wave to bartender and order:"Ice Blaster, double"

 

[TweedPawn]

"Now think about how happy she would be if someone showed her some kindness in such a strange place like this? That joy would then spread to others when her happiness was sensed by them. " Della took a moment to think. She reclined back in her seat.

"Well, now that we are traveling buddies, we should map out a destination. Any suggestions?" Della offered.

 

[Nirvana]

“I guess so” he said as she told him to think about how happy the girl would be if someone showed her some kindness, but then again. What form of kindness would do the trick to make her happy, that was actually a rather good question. One that he thought of for a few seconds before noticing that the girl had spoken again, looking towards her with questioning eyes. He hadn't even heard what she had said.