Nestled at the beating heart of the so-called 'Biox Detour' smuggling route, could be found the Rings of Kafrene. An infamous trading outpost of scum and villainy, for many it was also considered to be home. One such being who saw this bustling outpost in such a way was Troo'til Sissian, a diminutive Chadra-fan who made an honest living as a junk dealer, and a less-honest one as a smuggler and privateer. To those who worked with him in that line of work, he was known by the moniker Shadowpaw, and it was under that name that he operated today.
Meandering his way through the hustle and bustle of the Kafrenian marketplace, Shadowpaw was dressed simply - trousers and a shirt, with a blast vest in case anyone got any funny ideas. At his hip, a Blurrg Pistol could be seen, whilst a Vibro-blade was located in his right boot and a small collection of throwing knives secreted elsewhere about his person. He walked with the confident swagger of one who knew his surroundings and was comfortable in them as he made his merry journey to the docks, more specifically to the Bar Bar Drinks cantina, a noted meeting place for spacers of his ilk.
Heading out of the marketplace, he entered into the bar.
It was reasonably silent inside, many of the usual patrons clearly out on business - however those that remained no doubt would be looking for work. This, Shadowpaw chuckled to himself as he walked through the bar, waving at the barkeep, is something I might be able to help them with. Heading into a booth at the back, he quickly checked his datapad. Having put the word out on through the usual channels earlier in the week, what remained to be seen, was who would answer?
OOC: Open to Five-Syndicate members, Bounty Hunters and Smugglers looking for work.