Open Flashpoint Ossus Sale

[Lariska Arohra]

This thread takes place in the days following this thread and following broadcast.
Open to anyone that would be on Ossus looking to do business.​

Darth Raze, the Wraith, a being worthy of many more titles had been slain on Ossus via orbital bombardment. The local Imperial planetary defenses had done their best to fight against the abominations but were lucky more than anything. The rumored sacrifices of one lone Imperial was a rousing inspiration. This was not just a victory for the empire, but for all of the galaxy.

With one mighty villain defeated and at great cost, there would be only a limited time to celebrate. The dangers of the abominations, Gareth Gin and the chaos that followed could not be ignored. Thus the empire were doing everything they could to fight these abominations and maintain order. But there were plenty of people that still felt this latest event had come too close to home. For this reason Lariska Arohra had brought her ship and a hold full of mostly weapons she intended to sell.

The woman had her ship locked down and her droid chauffer would remain onboard, alerting her if there were any dangers or updates worth mentioning. Lariska checked herself in the mirror briefly, making sure her outfit was immaculate and there was not a strand of hair out of place. Her personal means of self defense were hidden from view and to anyone she was just an attractive businesswoman.

The Blackwell employee traveled to a nearby cantina after a brief walk. The mountain region around Knossa was bustling with activity though some of it was due to people trying to leave the planet whilst others were like Lariska, here to capitalize on the situation. The demographic she was seeking appeared to be in the cantina. She went looking for the owner but would start with the bartender.

 

[Gemma Muradi]

Spoiler: Music IC

Darth Raze, the Wraith, whatever his name and whatever the case, a woman like this one paid less and little attention to politics and conflict except for those which directly affected her person and business.

Granted, obviously, on Ossus, the Sith Lord’s demise did. Whatever the planet’s imports or exports, whether limited, Gemma had taken a personal trip to capitalize on the situation in her own way.

Sure, plenty of others were already leaving, but Gemma was an opportunist as much as a realist long before she had signed onto the Blind Titan. A belter, a miner, a trader, there were resources to exploit beyond minerals, and she aimed to get her full.

A number of these patrons, of politics or business or just your average denizen, played their part under her radar. Like her.

Just then, a woman walked up to the bartender dressed in an outfit that highlighted her as someone more profitable or else the simple miner had missed her mark.

“Western Comfort,” Gem gestured toward that woman, her own outfit of casual uniform. “Top shelf whiskey. Running out now that it’s cheap.” She sipped the same drink.

Whether Immaculate Outfit accepted her offer or not, Gemma sucked her teeth to the viewscreen above the bar, this one repeating the news of Darth Raze’s supposed destruction and the chaos that would ensue.

“Here to trade, ke?”

@Darasuum

 

[Carlisle Drummer]

Truth be told, Carlisle wasn't entirely sure he'd ever even heard of 'Darth Raze' until the man had died. Looking up at the holo as he walked into the bar, the spacer thought he looked like one mean son-of-a-gun, but that was about it. He'd never come out this far, he'd never bothered them, Darth Raze and his kind where a distant threat that might as well have been from another galaxy entirely.

And his death didn't mean they got a day off, sure as hell didn't mean they got to miss their quota.

He sighed, took a seat next to Gemma, his crewmate of some years, and let his eyes wander over to the newcomer. A trader of soughts, Carlisle thought they must have been down on their luck if they came here to try and make a sale. Half the bums in this joint didn't have credits for their tab, let alone for whatever this one was flogging. He ordered a Gamorrean Ale, cheap and reliable, and listened in on their conversation.

 

[Lariska Arohra]

"Is the owner in?" She asked the bartender but they shook their head. "Let me know if they come in. I have some business I'd like to discuss. Thank you." The saleswoman smiled at the bartender who seemed as stoic as any mandalorian she had met.

When a stranger saddled up to the bar beside her Lariska regarded the woman with a cool sideways glance. It was probably good for her to order something and not be empty handed in a drinking establishment. "I'll have an espresso martini, please." She ordered before answering the stranger's question. "Indeed. You?"

Lariska looked past the whiskey drinker and scanned the ugnaught with her red irises. The smaller being was no less interesting to the merchant. "How safe do you feel these days, sir?" She asked as she leaned to one side, speaking around Gemma as she addressed Carlisle. They were both potential buyers and seemed like 'salt of the galaxy' type people. They were perfect.

@Die Shize @Nor'baal

 

[Gemma Muradi]

Spoiler: Music IC (Recurring)

Unlike the expected sentiments of her partner, Gemma had grown up in the rough and in the dust, an expression meant as in she knew there was trade to be made between the lucky and the not so much whatever the dump.

In the dirtiest bar on the poorest station of her system, rich business would find the legitimate or illegitimate, depending on the occasion, and this cantina on Ossus was no different. There was opportunity where there was conflict.

“I’m a trader too, ya,” she answered her fancier-dressed counterpart simply while the latter ordered said espresso martini. That proves it.

The next question was directed at that Ugnaught, Carlisle, a crewmate of some months or years, anyway. It was hard to remember time when you spent it mining the endless expanse and the wastes that came with it.

Human, Ugnaught—both were little and less, much and more, in their starship, the Blind Titan, and in this ocean. “Safer with a weapon at my hip.”

Gemma grinned, answering the question without being addressed, getting a feeling for who this businesswoman beside her was, gaze at a viewscreen overhead showing boxing.

“Yam seng.” She toasted alone, tilted back a glass of amber liquid, and poured herself another.

@Darasuum @Nor'baal

 

[Carlisle Drummer]

"I'd say!" Carisle agreed.

Out in the space lanes, there was no doubting it was safer with a weapon at your hip. He only had a vibroblade and his work hammer, hardly the stuff to see off a pirate horde, that much was true.

"Look, I am not a wealthy man. So I can't promise to pay preem prices. But, you shall show me what you have."

Carlisle instructed, with the classical bluntness of his species. He squinted at her drink, an offworlders drink if ever there was one. Waving over the barkeep, he ordered himself another Gamorrean Ale, and slapped down a credit on the worktop, having polished off his first with ease.

There was something about travelling salesbeings he didn't like.

Moving around all the time meant, in his eyes, they didn't have good links with the community. For sure, Ossiens and Ugnaughts had their fare share of mobile traders, but they made sure to stop off, same week each year, at the same station. They needed you as much as you needed them.

But a stranger propping up a bar, flogging off weapons? That smacked of a dodgy prospect.

 

[Lariska Arohra]

The Blackwell merchant nodded in agreement. The galaxy was a dangerous place which was why she was usually armed and alert. Ship captains and simple void-farers needed to protect themselves against the unsavory types that preyed on the unwary and unlucky. "I'm sure we can work out a deal. I offer fair prices, afterall."

Lariska continued to smile pleasantly as she fished out a small holoprojector from inside her jacket. Holding out the circular device it projected the image of a few different blasters, appearing as the Blackwell businesswoman mentioned them. "The cheapest, most affordable, and easiest to carry on civilized worlds would be the GFG Stingbeam pistol. It only holds five shots per power pack but that might be all you need in tight spot. Keep in mind it fires a brief, but continuous beam that will stun a target...unless it is point blank." She shrugged, not wanting to assume what kind of situations these folk got themselves into. It was that very model she carried concealed on her person presently.

The image changed to a larger blaster model. "This is the BM-357 Python. This is more of what a bounty hunter might have at their hip. It's a kilogram heavier than the stingbeam and twice as large but it can fire fifty medium, ten heavy. The latter of which has some pretty decent kick but it's even worse for the guy on the receiving end. It'll do the job better than that Glie-44 you've got." She looked at the woman's frame beside her but knew not to judge a book by their cover. The ugnaught on the other hand might be limited due to his size a bit more than his human counterpart.

"Now if either of you are left handed you'll probably like the BW-713 Blackhand. Also known as the Annihilator. It packs one heck of a punch and is the favored blaster of gunslingers across the galaxy. Thirty heavy rated blaster bolts accurate out to thirty yards." The image of the last pistol model rotated over the holoprojector for the two citizens to examine.

@Die Shize @Nor'baal

 

[Gemma Muradi]

Spoiler: Music IC (Recurring)

Not a wealthy man. That statement might have made the Ugnaught’s companion laugh on any other occasion. She shared the sentiment. The crew of their ship weren’t rich, yet Gemma had witnessed what Drummer could do with blade and hammer in his fists the way a tycoon crushes business.

Fair prices. The trading lady offered with her caffeine martini and smooth suit. To Gemma, at least, that was a clear indication that this woman had the payment to back up her statement.

Then came the merchant’s selections. At first, Gem didn’t take her gaze away from the boxing match on the viewscreen. Swing clean, voyu. Hit him true.

A holoprojector later and the view of a blaster came with it. The cheapest: GFG Stingbeam. Heavy-hitting, if with a stun setting. More importantly, Gemma picked up that this chick didn’t much care what her customer might do with it. A true dealer.

The pistol could actually be useful in this miner’s possession, who was just as much of a trader. Up comes the bite of that Python. The blaster merchant’s words made Gemma smile at her.

“Lighter and shorter, ke?” Gem sipped her whiskey. Truthfully she knew the specs already. She kept the naked weapon at her hip just as much for sentiment. “My Glie bring me glee...but maybe dat Stingbeam.” She might buy it between the three.

Blackhand was next. Wasn’t much bigger or heavier than either or neither of the former. “Gut for you, kopeng,” Gem gestured to her partner with grin and a three-fingered salute that only he might correctly interpret. “One shot gonya make ‘em det, yeh?”

@Darasuum @Nor'baal

 

[Lariska Arohra]

"Precisely" She bowed her head in a slow nod. The tattooed spacefarer was more than likely versed in the practical usage of blasters. The businesswoman knew not to mistake the potential customer's accent as a lack of education. There was wit behind her eyes that Lariska knew more than others to not underestimate. "I'm doing a deal on large orders right now, in case you have a crew that needs similar protection. It also helps to have a spare, maybe sitting in a few key spots around the ship." She added to the offer with a friendly wink. Whether she actually outfitted her crew or ship with blasters or just wanted a few spares for herself was Gemma's business.

The merchant of war machines looked past Gemma and towards her companion as she addressed him. "I also sell blast vests, stun gas, and stun batons if that's more your style." Some people preferred to be on the defensive rather than offensive or a mix of the two. The end question though was inevitable. Do you have the means to make a deal? Lariska Arohra was not giving Blackwell's wares away for free after all. But she would hold onto the question for now and reserve saying it out loud for now.

@Die Shize @Nor'baal