Open Lust for Life

[Lorcan]

Dressed up in his Freelancer gear, Lorcan sighed a little bit as he idly waited for the time to come where he would actually have to do something. Hurry up and wait was something he was increasingly familiar with, though it still got on his nerves. Watching containers getting loaded up with medical supplies and then those same containers loaded up onto a ship in dock?

Boring.

Boring as hell.

Sighing again from where he was sat against the air conditioning unit of a nearby building, he watched and waited and lost the fight against the urge to light up a cigarette. Taking his helmet off, he rested it to the side for a moment, taking out a cigarette and lighting it before taking a nice, relaxing, drag from the cancer-riddled death-stick.

He had been trying to quit but the life of a Sith Irregular did not lend itself to healthy life choices. Case in point, his mission to Korriban with Stolas. That hadn't been the actions of a man who intended to life to a ripe old age and enjoy his karking retirement. Still, he smoked quickly because he could tell that the window was opening.

"Time." he called out to his partner for the mission, "Looks like they're focusing up on the last container."

Stubbing out the cigarette, he pulled his helmet back into place.

@Eccles

 

[Ben Haradan]

Ben had been watching the folks loading the ship through a binocular with his right eye. It wasn't like he was blind in the left, mind you, but he just wanted to keep one eye on Lorcan. There were objections to be made for people who joined the Sith Order under idealistic pretense. Lorcan didn't seem that, but his past with the Sector Rangers, as heavily hit by the Sith as that organization was before Lorcan's defection.. well, there were also reservations to be had about people who switched sides to the enemy just when things were getting rough. Ben couldn't really fault such behavior, ofcourse, for he chose to train Darth Asminys' fleet instead of his entire crew getting airlocked into space and on some level they had to make a similar choice. Except Lorcan could've run. Not be forced into business like what they were about to do today.

The old pirate lowered the binoculars, "Aye. Full ship." he agreed and took a swig from his opened flask of Eriadu moonshine. It was a brand made in honor of Preef Callo, who pretty much ruled the Eriadu streets these days and brought with him some fine recipes for cheap Outer Rim liquor. Ben wore his flight suit and its helmet was dangling from a belt around his hip. He didn't like wearing it for anything other than going into the cold black void of space and he had good reason to: superstition. Both Ossein and pirates weren't too keen of the always-helmet crowds. It conflicted with their sober life between the spacelanes and the worth they placed on breathable air circulating through a ship's systems. Plus, breathing in non-artificial air was a rarity for him and he was gonna enjoy every kriffing second of it.

Sneaking in wouldn't be easy, but then it couldn't be harder than boarding a megacorp's freighter with a deep space-dive, dodging turrets and not failing to grasp that one outer hatch that could get him inside. He survived that about a dozen times already.. how hard could it be to sneak on a similar freighter but then planetside? Kriff, Ben had no idea, thus he followed Lorcan down and hoped the former ranger had some people-pleasing-tricks on hand. Never know, maybe he held onto his old badge and would be able to get in their without much of a hassle.


@Nefieslab

 

[Lorcan]

Ben was good people - he was silent for the most part and he didn't seem to trust Lorcan as far as he could throw him. In Lorcan's own experience, that meant he was good people, weird as that description was for a Sith LT. He'd have called the guy by his first name but he wasn't familiar with how Darth ASMR ran his shrak so he wasn't going to take a chance he would be knifed for not showing proper respect for the rank or whatever.

As a non-Force Sensitive reporting to Stolas directly, Lorcan's rank was... weird. Mostly nonexistent actually now that he came to think about it. He mused about how good it might feel to have "Lieutenant" put in front of his name before deciding that he hated it.

A rank with only one name sounded weird - it only sounded good when there was a surname to go after it really.

Dropping down to the street level, Lorcan eyed the dockyard for a moment as he considered their approach. Going in loud was an option but it was dumb as shite so it was only an option for the chronically, in some cases terminally, stupid. Lorcan had never been one of those before and he didn't intend to start now - nor did he think Benny was one of those types either.

Far too old to be dumb.

"Right, I've got some old Ranger codes and procedural shrak I can use to try and bluff them into thinking we're here doing a check for smuggling." he admitted to Beanie-Benny, "We gotta assume one of them has at least half a brain cell working though so we haven't got a lot of time to get to work. If they go for it, try and see if you can cut the com-lines to the security check point out front so they're delayed in calling it in to check."

He grimaced.

"If they don't, we're gonna need to be stealthy as hells and get in without triggering an alarm - what's your call on this Lt?"

Time to see if Big Ben had any options for him.

@Eccles

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Cas stood beside the ship with a cigarette between her fingers, watching the containers getting loaded up with medical supplies and then those same containers loaded up onto a ship in dock. She did not much care for the medical supplies so much as she cared for the merchandise.

The grunts were carrying this crate after that carton, but all Cas did was blow smoke with a rifle slung over her shoulder. Her job wasn't to work so much as to watch.

“Match vector… Ready the drones…” Cas picked up on her internal comms as the ship’s captain called out. The latter, she was prepping to take off, screening her ascent with ‘drone’ devices that would distract any would-be assailants. The Mandalorian was here to make sure that any pursuer did not turn into any assailant.

Cas was far from being too old or too dumb; rather, she was the right age for this kind of shindig. Flicking ash from her cig, she ignored a passer-by who queried her helmet that did not quit. It was easy enough to ascertain her abilities as she merely lifted the lower half of her helm to take a puff without needing to remove the entire helmet.

Moving on, she spotted a figure descending to dock. That was not unusual but anything was a warrant for suspicion given her role. It was actually the most recent descent in some moments so Cas had the ability to flag it down more than any other.

“Stay sharp,” she nodded toward another passer-by. “Anyone who looks suspect is suspect. If they don’t look suspicious then, well, they’re suspicious.”

@Nefieslab @Eccles

 

[Laren Vano]

Laren was walking through the ports, making sure everything had been loaded up properly. There weren’t many jobs like this one. Thankfully it hadn’t been his own ship. The wayfarer was capable of transporting large amounts but Laren hated foreign supplies in his ship. Too much pressure.

When he felt things were going pretty smoothly he walked over to where Cas had been and leaned his back against the ship. This was going to take longer than expected. These goons are slow. It’s what they get for not hiring their own crew.

“Nothing suspicious yet. Might go search down by the docks, for now I’m bored. Think if I trip one they’d fight?”

Laren looked over to Cas. He enjoyed a good laugh, and knew she did as well. Though, this time around she’s taking things more seriously than Laren. Not often she’s serious. They usually have the same attitude towards things.

Then he got off the ship and decide to see how things were on the inside. Surely these goons can stack the cargo properly. If not, well there’s be one hell of a rude awakening going on. Much more than just the simple tripping.

@Die Shize @Nefieslab @Eccles

 

[Ben Haradan]

Ben listened to the former ranger as his eyes gazed over the dockyard. He had hijacked dozens of these types of ships on the hyperlanes and they never carried a decent punch, neither the ships themselves or its personnel. Kriff, as long as the failed invasion hadn't heightened security, this should be a walk in the park. "Codes and procedures sound good, Ranger sir," he grinned, "but let me do the talking, yeah? Spacefolk are my folk, yeknow?" Besides, there was no way him and his old and patched flightsuit would be able to be passed off convincingly as a Sector Ranger. Ben looked every bit the lifelong spacer and was proud of that fact. Ossein, through and through.

Reaching the checkpoint, Ben immediately spotted the Mandalorian and his heart sank a little. Not exactly warriors that didn't carry a punch, kriff, apparently the failed invasion had warranted some extra security and resources were allocated to outside help. It wasn't going to be a walk in the park now, but then when was it ever. One wrong move in a space hijacking and you were choking on the cold void. One part of your flight suits rips open, dead. Miss the target ship? Dead. What could go wrong here? He was breathing in fresh air and the Republic frowned on their mercenaries just killing folk that try to trespass. Nah, worst case scenario he'd land himself and the former ranger in some republic prison ship... which can be tracked down by the crew of the Haradan.

Some liquid courage still in his veins, he waved for the Mandalorian (@Die Shize) to come over after his internal peptalk. "Oi, Mando-" he said with the loud voice of someone working around departing spaceships all week, "Got a ranger here saying he needs to inspect stuff? You know anyone about this?" as if he was just a regular dockworker, Ben passed the barrier by going underneath in a move that suggested he had been doing that multiple times a day for years. He looked like it, anyway. Old face, hardened by hard work and scarring that was no doubt engine-fire related. He then motioned for the ranger to cross the barrier as well, "Come on now, we got better things to do. Ships don't load and fuel themselves." A throwaway gesture followed, intended to convince the mandalorian that Ben would rather lose this annoying form of Republic oversight at his earliest convenience and get back to work.



@Nefieslab

 

[Lorcan]

Lorcan was fine with Ben doing the talking - he was well enough aware that people tended to not react fondly to his tone. They could all go drown themselves in their own piss as far as Lorcan himself cared but he was aware that saying such to their faces was a bad idea. Contrary to popular opinion, he did know when to keep his mouth shut even if he often chose not to purely to watch how people seemed to squirm.

Funny that people gave the old adage of "words can't hurt me", right up until Lorcan managed to find the right words. See, the right words always hurt.

Standing with the right mixture of bored impatience and attentiveness was one of the first things that being a Ranger taught you and Lorcan was able to do it in his sleep. Idly standing beside the barrier, as though waiting for Ben to confirm something, he only moved forward when he was waved through by the old spacer. Stepping around the barrier, he damn near marched up to where the older man was talking to a Mando.

"Look guys, I'm not trying to get in your way here." he said, speaking to both Ben and the Mando as though they were the same group since they were working for the docks, "I just need to satisfy the brass that we've done our due diligence. Usually you guys would be enough for that, but, well..."

He sighed a little bit and tilted his helmeted head to one side.

"Lot of Rangers and our allies waiting on this stuff so they want me checking it over. You need to watch me as I do it, fine, but I gotta do it."

His Coruscanti accent would shine through but he had purposefully cleaned up his speech. No need to have the Mandos start getting their backs up just because he said something 'mean'.

@Eccles @Die Shize @Scoobert

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Cas greeted Laren with a simple tilt of her helmeted head. Then a chuckle escaped. “We’re on escort duty, friendo,” she shrugged. “Can’t help but be bored… Still, if you wanna go scope out the docks, be my guest, though I doubt you’ll find any hot chicks.” She winked; a useless endeavor, perhaps, given that he couldn’t witness it.

Whatever Laren’s pursuits, Cas looked away in time to catch someone waving her way. No reason for the wave except to taunt a Mandalorian or unless he had business with the business of the hour. It appeared to be the latter.

“Mando” was the kind of greeting that someone could get shot over but this was one Mando who used the word often enough so okay whatever. Apparently this grizzled guy before her was just a dock worker after all. Probably still able to fire a blaster though. Okay. Whatever.

Ranger? Inspect stuff? Cas blew smoke. He seemed to be in a bit of a hurry; nothing unusual about that with an occupation like his in a place like this. Yet, whatever this ‘Ranger’ was needing to inspect, well, it happened to be the very same merchandise that this Mandalorian was getting paid to guard. With an occupation like hers she might just lose it if she did not use it.

The would-be Ranger spoke just then, pleading about not trying to get in anyone’s way and his listener was rather thankful of that possible fact. It would have to be proven. So Cas stepped forward and might otherwise have unslung her rifle from her back were it not for the cigarette in one hand.

“Yep yup,” she nodded with an angled head that did as much to impress as ensure her audience that she was unimpressed. “I’ve met enough Rangers to know you Rangers do a good job of ranging...ranges...or whatever...and I met this one Ranger who had a thing about flashing his badge so…”

Trailing off, Cas flexed free hand's fingers forward as though beckoning the other party forward but not really. “...Let’s see that badge?”

@Scoobert @Nefieslab @Eccles

 

[Laren Vano]

As Laren began entering the ship to see how well the merch had been getting settled he heard a call out for a Mando. Oh boy, Cas is gonna have fun with these guys. Laren started to head down the ramp as the three talked.

This Mando had wanted to bug some workers. This looked like an opportunity to do so. His black and purple armor was on the move to see what the deal was with these guys.

Then he heard his companion speak of badges. Why would workers need badges? Then it dawned on him. Maybe it was a Ranger. Surely they had badges. Laren walked up and stopped next to Cas and looked the two up and down before asking,

“Is there something wrong with your hearing? Let’s see those badges.”

Now could Laren have come about this another way? Sure. Did he want to? Nah, not really. Today Laren wanted to test someone’s limits that wasn’t Cas. Surely she’d appreciate the burden being passed on to these two.

The Mando had his rifle gripped in his hands. Not to mention his blaster and saber. Not much was going to get by him. He read the two. One looked to be some guy who worked here a while. Laren figured he was just doing his duty. The other, well they looked like they could be a Ranger. Sounded like one of those karks.

This was going to be quite an interesting meet. Hopefully all goes well. This job would be easy if what they said was true.

@Die Shize @Eccles @Nefieslab

 

[Ben Haradan]

Ben looked at the Mando and then the Sector Ranger, then back at the mando. "Wait a minute," the old 'dockworder' frowned, "Since when we hire mandalorians instead of using Republic security?" It was a fair question, if only because it did strike him as a bit odd that outside help equated to hiring armored religious warriors who never revealed their real identities, meaning for all Ben could tell this particular Mando could also be Preef -kriffing- Callo. Where was the Bounty Hunter's Guild? Where were the mercs that didn't dress in full plate armor all the karking time? A trustworthy face and a blaster was all you needed, wasn't it?

Still, Ben didn't like running the risk of Lorcan not being able to produce a badge and if Ben said he had done so already than that'd betray the entire ruse. Best he kept his own cover intact. "Anyway," he turned back to Lorcan, "Show your badge and lets go on. We're already behind schedule." That should sell them not being together, at least, but the Ossein pirate was inclined to go a bit further. "Better yet," he looked back at the Mando, "You're security? You show him around. I gotta do pre-flight exterior checks on that ship-" he pointed at the ship with the medical supplies intended for Byblos. It was proper procedure before takeoff to check the dock for stuff that might go flying during takeoff and do a round around the exterior in case the pilots didn't do their job properly. Ben knew, because Ossein ships always received extra scrutiny on account of them using second-hand or scavenged parts to repair and upgrade their ships with. "-and then fifteen others before my next break. I ain't got time for this." and then he just walked off towards the ship, leaving Lorcan to distract the Mandalorians.


@Nefieslab @Die Shize @Scoobert

 

[Lorcan]

The hell were these pricks to demand anything from him? He was the Ranger here to check on the inventory of the ship and these guys were… what? Glorified mall cops in super special armor in the case of the chick. The guy was dressed like a moron but whatever, Lorcan wasn’t going to question the man’s life choices.

Tilting his head to one side, he glanced at the guy.

“You want to give me longer than five seconds after her request to answer her, or do you get your jollies this way kid?” he snarked back with a laugh, “Gods but you must be bored if you’re trying to make a big deal out of having a badge.”

It was almost like he needed to have been a Ranger to have a badge… oh wait, he had been.

Luckily for Lorcan, Rangers didn’t just keep the one badge. Sure, there was only ever one personal ID code per person and the like but it was better to have one on hand and one in your speeder or ship when you needed it there. So while he had lost one of his badges, he still had the one that he’d kept in the proverbial glovebox of his ship.

Flashing the badge with his handsome face and name emblazoned on it, holding it so his face and name were visible but the date was naturally hidden in his hand without it looking odd, Lorcan raised an eyebrow underneath his helmet as he put it away on his belt again.

“Sector Ranger Lorcan, usually out of Coruscant but, well, we all have to make sacrifices now that everyone's aware we're at war. Need me to show you my mug or are we done here guys?” he asked, doing his best to be the reasonable one since the two Mandos seemed determined to be obstructive arseholes for some reason, “As much fun as it is letting a kid wank himself off with some imagined power, I got a job to do. You wanna watch me do it? Be my guest, but Rangers and civilians are dying every minute I waste here on this bantha crap pissing contest.”

… he’d said the internal part externally but he didn’t much care. Even during his days as an honest Ranger, this level of mall-cop-pulling-imagined-rank-bullshit would have pissed him off. If he gave a rat’s ass about civilian casualties he’d be genuinely upset at this stuff too.

@Die Shize @Scoobert @Eccles

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Cas looked toward the ‘dock worker’ with regard to his passing question about hiring Mandalorians for security. “Since two Mandalorians are worth ten Republic security grunts, Pops.” That would suffice even if it did not. After all, this guy did not need to know that Cas and Co. were in some way affiliated with the captain of this ship enough to score an easy job defending it.

Laren offered his two cents. They were worth whatever two cents were and that’s all that Cas was banking on. The truth was that anyone could waltz up and proclaim themselves a Ranger of Sector or a Sector Ranger and fair weather friend. It was the oldest trick in the book. “I’m a cop. Open the door.” | "No badge? Beat it."

Did this ‘Ranger’ expect anything less? Was showing his badge some kind of taboo, so unusual to be asked that the request actually shocked him so? The very question of this not being a normal thing for him made the Mandalorian question whether he was a Ranger even after showing his badge. All in all he had not done himself any favors and neither had his friend. Yeah, no favors for you, friendo.

“Go with him.” Cas gestured toward Laren and further toward the Ossein on his way to ‘that ship’. He did seem average enough. His friend? Not so much.

“Uh…” Cas began to the ‘Ranger’ standing before her. “I...just asked for your ID, buddy, not a news report.” She shrugged. “Lead the way...Ranger.”

@Scoobert @Nefieslab @Eccles

 

[Laren Vano]

Laren got stuck on babysitting duty. Yay! So much for giving a Ranger a hard time. Now he’s watching some dock worker go check the ship. Could be worse though. The Mando decided to try and break the ice with conversation.

“Soo.. you work on these ships long?”

Laren had been stuck in awkward situations before. This was the best way to kill time. The old guy had to check ship and make his rounds. Same as most workers. Though it was peculiar that he had to check the ship right as he brought some Ranger. Laren would keep an eye on him. Can’t be too careful these days, especially with how often stuff gets stolen and such.

Could this be a plot? Nah. No one would be dumb enough to fight two Mandalorians. Surely they know they would be outmatched. Oh well. Laren would follow this man and watch him until he was done.

@Die Shize @Eccles @Nefieslab

 

[Lorcan]

Oh no… the mando was suspicious… who the hell gave a shrak? Mandos were the dumbasses of the Galaxy – they were suspicious of anyone who wasn’t the “right kind” of Mando. Contentious people them Mandos but that was none of his business.

Lorcan snorted in amusement.

“Wasn’t chatting about you – was chatting about how the kid seemed to think two seconds was a delay.” He told her, making a show of relaxing more, making sure his ID was secured in one of his belt pouches, “Sorry for snapping I guess. Kind of on edge after the last two Sith attacks, you know?”

He exhaled noisily through his nose as Ben and the stupid-looking kid moved off into the ship. Instead of following, he just kind of stared at the Mando woman for a moment. He tilted his head to one side ever so slightly as he moved up ahead of the Mando for a moment before pausing as an issue presented itself.

“… you’re the one with the codes to open the door to the ship though, right?” he prompted her gently with real amusement in his voice, “Or is the thing just kind of parked there unlocked?”

Cus if it was parked there unlocked…? Well then he was beginning to think this whole mission was just equal parts weird and too easy. Wouldn’t have had to even bother with being slick. But, for real, he was beginning to think the Mandos didn’t actually know how to guard the ship properly… they were probably not actually aware of how to do it.

Leave it to a Mando to be hired purely to stand there and look like they had a karking clue what the hells they were doing. Armor-plated dumbasses the lot of them.

@Die Shize @Eccles @Scoobert

 

[Ben Haradan]

What in the kriffing kark did these Mandalorians think they're doing? Ben couldn't remember the last time he heard dockworkers got Mandalorian escorts while going about their business. What's this, significant influx of budget so we just spend it on useless shit? Luckily, Ben knew a fair deal about ships and procedures, being an Ossein whose entire live literally revolved around ships and space travel. His ruse wouldn't fail..

"Two things, kid-" he told the -what he assumed to be- Mandalorian as he stopped at one side of the landing pad. "One, I work the dock. I don't pilot ships any further than the orbital station and back." which was an actual job, mind you. Most freighter pilots were perfectly capable of using a nav-computer for hyperspace travel from one space-dock to another, but when it came to foreign onplanet docks then there was often skill and familiarity involved that neither they or the autopilots had. That's why every spaceport had a list of pilots on call to shuttle to and from the large freighters to make the approaches. To the nosy hired help that should explain why a dockworker wore a flight suit, anyway. "Two, go make yourself useful and stand on that side then walk to the middle. See any small rocks or other kind of debris, pick it up. Can't have that go flying during departure." Because the force needed to make a freighter fly was much more than what it took to turn a simple rock into a lethal projectile.

After he told the help to start on one side, Ben walked over to the other and actually did the job, walking from the outer ring slowly down to the middle where the ship was parked.


@Nefieslab @Scoobert @Die Shize

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

At the Ranger’s clarification of which buckethead he had been speaking to, Cas just shrugged. She didn’t hold anything against the guy, though she definitely was suspicious of everyone and anyone, including her fellow buckethead.

“No problemo, friendo,” she spoke in simple satire. “Everyone’s on edge around Mandos.”

At the Ranger’s next words, Cas' shoulders moved a little slower that time but in no less sarcasm. He had a valid point. It simply had not been forsaken up to that point.

“Eh, I just wanted to watch your back.”

He could make of that what he would but it wasn’t meant in any other way. You could tell a lot from the way a person walked, like whether they were a complete douchebag who paddled their douche canoe like it was a swimming pool lounger in an ocean of sharks. Just as much, Cas just wanted to watch this Ranger’s ass. Eye candy was in short supply at these docks?

“Step aside, officer,” she spoke while moving up and moving him aside if need be. A prompt for access code later, with the Mandalorian publicly informing the captain that both her and a Ranger were coming in, and the captain asked if he had at least shown his badge, to which Cas just blinked an unblinking visor the Ranger’s way.

“Affirmative. Checks out.” So far. “Leading the way…” She closed the com with the captain while watching the Ranger’s front side. “Waiting on you now. Let’s go.”

With that, the two were inside the ship, though Cas sent another communication over her internal helmet com to just Laren alone. “Ranger boy and I are inside the Darius. What’s your status with the other guy?”

@Scoobert @Nefieslab @Eccles

 

[Laren Vano]

As the Mando listened to the ‘pilot’ boy, Laren let out a silent yawn under his helm. He was definitely not a fan of the ‘picking up debris’ debris comment. Laren was one to do as he pleased. Though he is under contract so he tends to the need of the job. Not some old guy who says to do so.

“Hey old man listen, I’m not some chump you can March around and bark orders to. You’re not a commanding officer and I’m not a soldier. Though, I’ll kill you like one just as easy.”

Laren pointed at a couple goons standing to the side. As they came over Laren told them to pick up the debris and such from around the ship. He wasn’t going to just let the guy out of sight. Not when Cas and he are making sure the ship is in order.

“Now I’ll be watching over you and please, don’t resist.”

Laren stood over the man and waited for him to go do what he needed to and then get out. The Mando was told it would be a quick an easy job. Why does he have to put up with this crap? Eh, something that he’ll never truly understand.

Cas had used the comms in their helmets private line. It was just an update, and a request on his current position.

“Well he tried to get me to do clean up duty but I fixed that real quick. Now I’m waiting to see what he needs to do. I’ll keep ya updated.”

Laren followed the man to be sure he did his duties and left.

@Nefieslab @Eccles @Die Shize

 

[Lorcan]

Everyone was on edge around Mandos because everyone knew that they had no karking loyalty. A Mando was a loose cannon at the best of times, either loyal only to other Mandos (and often only specific types of Mandos) or loyal to whoever shelled out the most credits. Any professional soldier found them absolutely reprehensible and other Mercenaries found them to be both glory-hogs and prone to double crosses.

If it weren't for their shiny armor, which any decent merc could copy, they'd had been consigned to the shite pile of history centuries ago.

"Watch all you like, it ain't going anywhere." he joked right back with a laugh, "Hyperspace gets boring and squats are easy to do to pass the time, you know what I mean?"

Gesturing for her to go ahead, he stepped to one side slightly as she entered her access code. As he wasn't actually planning on coming back here, he made a point of looking away while she did so. Let her think it was because he appreciated her need for security - he just didn't need to know. He chuckled a little bit.

"You just like me going first." he teased before adding, "Do I get a name or do I have to keep calling you 'Mando'...? I reckon that gets annoying from time to time."

He didn't actually care but, well, better to shoot the shite with someone while they were just walking down the ship's corridors towards the closest cargo container.

@Eccles
@Die Shize @Scoobert

 

[Ben Haradan]

Ben stopped abruptly when the Mandalorian in his funny armor decided to bark back instead of just doing a simple task that needed to be done before his own ship could get the go-ahead for departure. What the kriff did this low-level mercenary think he was? Preef -kriffing- Callo? The legendary rodian gunslinger doesn't even show this kind of bad attitude, judging only from the HoloMovies about him, ofcourse. The kriffing death threat surprised not only Ben, but also scared those goons that the Mando called over shitless.

Ben didn't move yet and instead looked at the Mandalorian, "Maybe its time you call the captain of that ship over." he motioned for the goons, who were still in view, to stop. "You have any idea how much credits it costs to miss your departure window?" Ben did. These planet-born kriffers always tried to screw with an Ossein crew to add some penalties to their bill. That's why, if he wanted to, Ben could really screw over the captain with minor details that weren't up to code.. not to mention part of his crew issuing death threats, which witnesses overheard, in the presence of the Sector Ranger.

"Oi ranger!" Ben shouted, hoping that Lorcan would overhear and come over and during the wait both Ben and the goons that were supposed to clean the deck waited, looking at the Mandalorian.

Once they'd arrive, Ben would turn towards the Sector Ranger and explain the situation: "Ah ranger, sir. This Mandalorian just issued a death threat against me, they were witnesses-" he pointed at the nearby goons, "I'd like you to ground this ship until these men can be investigated and the port authority can arrive, because we don't let these kind of folk land on this port a second time. Not after they issued death threats." Protocol was easy for this one: The captain would probably see his profit from the medicine run evaporate on inspection fees, port- and penalty-fees over missing his departure window and remaining on a pad that was assigned to a different freighter soon. A proper investigation into a death-threat from the ranger would probably ground him for longer than he wanted, regardless of its outcome, and might even get him all the way down to a net-loss.


@Nefieslab @Scoobert @Die Shize

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Cleanup duty. Cas mused on Laren’s update. For you that means taking out a whole different kind of trash and not much else. Inside the Darius her thoughts drifted from her partner to the ship and its crew. She knew the captain well enough and the others just enough but an unfamiliar face or two passed her in the corridor. One smiled. She nodded. Wasn’t much else to do with a helmet on your head.

At the prompt for exchanging names with the Ranger, she could have settled for “Squats” when it came to him but whatever. If he wanted a name then he would get one. She already knew his from the badge.

“Eh, ‘Mando’ works well enough but not that well with two or more Mandos in the area…” It had happened before and was awkward. “Call me Anvil.” Cas answered as plainly as one answers what time it is. She might have elaborated on that name being just a moniker but this guy was already amusing enough so no need to call it quits.

They had arrived at the cargo hold so had something else to talk about; but it looked like Lorcan would lose his chance to inspect any cargo as commotion stirred up elsewhere.

The Ranger and the Mandalorian would meet their two respective partners to deal with the situation. “The hell’d you say?” Cas asked Laren in the tone of an eyeroll. She was more concerned with the Ossein. The grizzled guy had struck Cas as nothing less, so for him to get all bent out of shape at what could only have been a misplaced comment from the Mandalorian she knew was, well, just as misplaced. It seemed rather...hasty?

“Hang on,” Cas butted in as she looked between Ossein and Ranger. “Aren’t lots of Rangers and allies waiting on these medical supplies? Do we really want to waste even more time on this pointless shit with civilians dying out there?”

It would be rather obvious that she was quoting Lorcan at this point. Was the Ossein as grumpy an old guy as he was grizzled? Or just working on another agenda besides working the dock’s?

“Mando didn’t mean it, did you, Mando?” Nod at Laren. Last thing Cas wanted was to miss her paycheck and have to sit in an interrogation room for hours. The captain of the Darius had given her this gig but she would not kill for him anytime soon, not that he’d want anyone killed anytime soon.

@Scoobert @Eccles @Nefieslab