Smugglers Slug

[ZeroOrgan]

Tatooine
1700 hours.
Main street.
Smugglers slug.

Rails pushed opened the doors to the Cantina, smiling broadly. Its been awhile since she had good conversation, and now would be a great time to relish in that. She moved foward inside the Cantina, Adjusting the smokey air, and the smell of booze. There was always something Rails liked about the Cantina she could never put her finger on. Was it the singers? the booze? , the atmosphere? Rails could never tell. Glancing towards the bar she saw a whole group of diverse alien races. She decided to squeeze right in there, looking to the bartender placing some credits on the table. "Two-, no, Three Rums." She smiled, glancing back at the two others who had decided to join her. "Find a table, I'll be right over."

@wristclerk @TheHook1

 

[wristclerk]

Walking into hives of scum and villainy with his blasters holstered wasn't usually what Reyyos did, it usually started with yelling, then immediately following everyone's dead or dying, besides him and his team. He had become wrapped up in a small trio of the Other Guys, thus giving him a new take on his way of life.
Any hint of the Sacred Band was scrubbed away from his uniform, this was strictly an outside job, no connections, no stories to tell if he was captured or killed. However he wasn't completely for the cause like the other Brothers and Sisters, any other situation would end up with them killing themselves and these people looting their dead bodies, however Reyyos was different. For a period of time these people and aliens that surrounded him now, used to surround him all the time. But that was long ago.
He picked a booth in the far off corner, not really waiting for anyone else to join him or decide where to sit, he just wanted to get out of the prying eyes. He noticed a trend take hold of the bar, every time someone new walked into the bar that looked menacing or really anyone out of sorts the cantina quieted down, looked in their general direction and then went back to drinking and talking. It was very odd, but it seemed to be a ritual every time someone new walked in. Eventually Reyyos became numb to the background noise and hardly noticed it at all. He patiently awaited for the others to find their seats and begin the conversation this, 'Rails', seemed so eager to have.

 

[The Captain]

Of all the back-water drinking holes Vol had been subjected to over the years, this was perhaps one of the least disgusting. And that was saying something, as his connections to the criminal Exchange had dragged him through every dive from Ventooine to Coruscant. Not that this place was a shining example of cleanliness, the air still faintly smelt of stale piss, and the some of the seats were still covered with a myriad of unidentifiable stains. Thankfully, the chatty gentleman, who still hadn't given his name, had chosen one of the marginally cleaner booths to sit in as they waited for 'Rails' to bring the drinks they didn't ask for.

Years of being stranded in similar social situations had given Vol a sort of...civil stoicism, where he could simply sit, feigning enjoyment, with any simpleton he found himself stuck with.

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails returned to the booth, smiling broadly as she slid them their drinks, going to scoot in, probably next to the sniper, she adjusted her behind apon the cushions, before glancing to the two. "Well. I ...-er..Uh., Yea! ..Payment. Right?" She giggled awkwardly, shaking her head as she looked towards the two. Pulling out one thousand credits, for each of them. "I ..uhh...er.Lied , abit..I could pay both of you..couldn't lie with the..uh..er, guilt! Sorry!" She sighed, shoving the credits into both of their hands. "And Sniper, uhh..Take the damn..uh. credits, ..yea.." nailed it. she thought.

 

[wristclerk]

Reyyos looked at the two of them, he misjudged Rails, and he hadn't even tried to guess what was going on inside the strangers mind. He had an experts eyes though. Reyyos grabbed the drink from the middle of the table and took a sip and then set it down. The Rum burned all the way to his stomach and then sat there like he has just swallowed something toxic. He winced at the obvious taste of alcohol in his mouth, but then bit back the flame of the drink.
He looked around the table for the first person to speak, and of course it came from Rails. She shoved a couple credit chits in his hands, probably equaling out to the full pay even though he had only asked for 200. He didn't bother to check the amount, he simply slipped them away in his cloak.

"I'm Reyyos...." He announced this to the booth, making sure both of them could hear him as he wasn't directly speaking to one or the other. He then looked expectantly at the stranger sitting across from him. Only glancing back at Rails for a brief second.

 

[The Captain]

At first, watching Rails outer shell of stoicism shatter was entertaining, especially given her apparently crippled social skills. However, now her behavior had fallen to the edge of pitiful, like a small child lost in some Nar Shadda back alley. Of course, since his pity had withered away to near nothingness years ago, he found her squirming awkwardness even more enthralling. As she fumbled two stacks of credits onto the table, he was briefly incensed that she had tried to essentially swindle him out of 200 credits. Her strained attempts to apologize and explain herself, however, eased his nerves. He quickly slipped the credits into his jacket without checking the amount, not out of trust for Rails, but for fear of counting money openly in a place of this...legal persuasion.

Reaching forward for his glass, he caught the most likely fake name of the sniper sitting across from him, Reyyos. Taking a swig of his repugnant grog, he was able to choke the liquid down with far more ease than his counterpart, both for having more practice, and the fact that as a Chagrian his tastebuds were more decorative than functional.

"Very well then, if there are to be introductions, you may call me Mas." His eldest brother's name, he wasn't about to give his real name to two complete strangers, especially if one was so clearly using a nickname.

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails sighed to herself, returning to her stoic state. Reasoning was hard to tell, she glared at each of them as she slipped her hands into her pockets, slipping a cigar into her mouth. "Now, I take it 'yall aint here for conversation. But I'd be nice to have a talk or two. Without nicknames" She chuckled,putting on a new fake face of confidence, attempting to finally hide her crippled social skills. She glanced to the hiding of his credits, nodding in approval . It was the right thing to do, any moment some rodian with a blaster and was down on his luck could've just shot them and took the credits. "Regardless. . . Im lookin' for something interesting to do, Im with the Accord already, so I aint pickin' sides but them. I was wonderin', what say we play a little game..." She smiled, her confidence at an all time high .

 

[wristclerk]

Reyyos furrowed his brow, this stranger didn't look like a Mas, but then again no body really looks like they have a specific name. It only donned on Reyyos that this guy could be using a fake name when Rails brought the idea up. Immediately Reyyos started to beat himself up in his mind.

"Stupid! how could you use your real name?! Okay... okay, its fine, I didn't give them my last name, I'll be fine."

It was only after this outburst, hidden away in his mind, that Reyyos reinserted himself into the conversation, he caught the tail end of what Rails said, he did a double take, something about a wager? He tried his hardest to look calm and collected like before, but he was sure he was already found out. He mentally prepared for a fight. Hoping not to have one, but you never can be too careful.

 

[The Captain]

Alas, all good things must come to an end, as Rails withdrew back into her stoic shell, drawing out a cigar and settling back into her seat. Still, even in this state she let something go, her status as an Accord agent. He knew admittedly little about the organization, but he knew they were one of the galaxy's more eclectic mercenary outfits. She was a hired gun, an unusual one at that considering she wasn't decked out in armor or weapons like most mercs.

He broke out of his introspection when he noticed the frustration and anger on Reyyos' face. While this reaction was interesting, he couldn't place a reason for it. Was it the Accord? He noticed the flare up after Rails mentioned it, and most hired gun outfits tended to leave a trail of vengeful survivors, bitter rivals, and illegitimate brats in their wake, perhaps he fell into one of those categories? No, he seemed to have calmed down, if he really had an issue with Rails being in the Accord he would have done something. Still...

Shaking off his paranoia, Vol turned to Rails, having heard some mention of a wager.

"Alright, what do you have in mind?"

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails kept her blank expression, setting her slug shooter on the table, It was a large six shooter at that, modified to the peak with technology, She set her halonds behind her head after doing this, beginning to speak. "Im going to spin this, whoever it lands apon ,between the two of you. goes first, How this game works is much like trivia. I'll ask you a question, Answer wrong, lose a point, answer close, gain a point, answer on point, two points. Points equal into credits you will earn. Ill pay for the points. We'll exchange points for credits at the end. Sound good?"

 

[wristclerk]

Reyyos looked visibly confused by this notion of a game for more credits. His eyebrows rose up in a perplexed fashion and he looked back at Mas to see if he had the same expression.
Reyyos looked back towards Rails and said, "Whats the point of this? If we lose a point do we get shot?" He motioned towards the huge gun laying in front of Reyyos at this point, out of habit he reached his hand below the table, acting like he was just resting his arm when really he wanted to get closer to his blaster, after all he did leave his sniper with his speeder bike outside.

 

[The Captain]

Well, now this was getting interesting. While he was normally never one to gamble, this particular game seemed right up his aisle, as it was far more cerebral than most games of chance. Giving a slightly muted grin, he nodded in agreement with Rails, before noticing Reyyos moving out of the corner of his eye. He was slipping his hand under the table, most likely reaching for a blaster. With his eyes on Rails, Vol did the same, reaching down to undo the clasp on his pistol holster. Nudging Reyyos under the table lightly with his foot, he tried to give him a subtle, dissuading head-shake to ease the soldier's nerves.

 

[ZeroOrgan]

"Heres the catch." Rails smiled "For every negative point you have, you owe 'me' , one hundred credits, you can have a maximum of 10 negative points, and a maximum of ten positive points. " Rail's smile widened. Glancing to the two, her eyes spotting down to the soldiers hand under the table. She was sitting next to him, so she had the best view. "This gun aint loaded, so you aint need to fret." Like a little girl, Rails added mentally. "There is another catch. We spin this gun every round, where the barrel lands on ,gets to decide the category, If the person who gets picked fails the question. the other person gets half a point, and if he answers the question correctly ,gets the other half. Any questions?"

 

[wristclerk]

Reyyos was listening carefully, still not fully comprehending the point to this, he agreed with the game they were about to play, ad waited patiently for Rails to start.

 

[The Captain]

"...well, it's not like I had anything better planned. Proceed."

((Wimpy post is wimpy))

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails nodded to both of them, and spun the gun with a quick twist of her wrist, the gun spinning around and around.. It ended up pointing dead center towards Reyyos's chest, She looked to Reyyos, squinting for a moment before nodding to both of them , "Choose your Category, Recent events, or Criminal activity."
(Sorry had to do an edit)

 

[wristclerk]

"I suppose recent should work?" Reyyos said with an air of confusion, not really sure where the next question was headed.

 

[ZeroOrgan]

"What kind of Bullets did I fire during the conflict with the Raiders. One guess, thirty seconds" Rails new the answer. "4 points for this answer." She paused for a moment, setting a timer on a watch of hers "Go" , She well knew the answer..Hollowpoint bullets, most of the enemies she faced didn't wear armor, so she used hollowpoints. If he was really, reallly smart, he could tell if he had just the right amount of slug shooter knowledge. Seeing as she killed with every single shot against the unarmored.

 

[wristclerk]

So this is the kind of questions she meant. He exhaled a sigh of relief and then thought the question through.

30 seconds - Okay, so she uses handguns, no blasters just bullets. So, type of bullet that would be normal for an up close and personal fight....

23 seconds - the targets weren't armored, they had little to no protection, man if only I was fluent in bullet types but I saw no real need for them unless I'm using a cycler rifle.

15 seconds - hmm, when I use bullets I usually go with Open Tip, better for precision and long range, but up close? I have no idea

8 seconds - Jeez, no idea...

"I'm going to guess, Ballistic Tip Rounds."

 

[ZeroOrgan]

Rails shook her head, smiling broadly. "Incorrect." She glanced to the other man at the table, nodding "30 seconds, Three, two , one , aaand go" She clicked the stopwatch, glancing to Von "If you both do not answer correctly, you both owe me two points, I thought I should mention that, sorry~" She grinned, watching the criminal, waiting for his response.