Ask You Know Who We Are

[Hera "The Joyful" Albion]

Hera sighed deeply in the cockpit of her ARC-170 starfighter. She had delayed this trip far too long, and it weighed heavily on her that this delay could have caused unnecessary suffering. It was not entirely necessary, but a dozen and one things had consumed her focus and her mind as she prepared for this trip. But those things were aside now, the real work was ready to be done.

R6 chirped at her from behind her seat and she turned back to grin at the little droid. Still, no idea what he was trying to say, but Hera had deciphered that the machine was capable of chirping in appropriate tones for emotions. It sounded like he was concerned, so she smiled in his direction to try and ease the little droid. "I'll be fine! We're going on an adventure!" And at that, she began her approach to the surface.

She was late, of course, she was late, but it wasn't entirely on purpose. Hera had simply forgotten the time that she had told her companions to meet her on the surface of the world. Entering the atmosphere of Ventooine without much trouble, she headed toward the spaceport where the four beings arraigned to meet. After setting down her fighter, checking in with the local customs, and telling R6 to watch the ship, she headed for the spaceport lobby.

Entering, she scanned the room for her companions, a pair of mercenaries. For many Jedi, this would not be their first choice of companionship, but Hera was not most Jedi.

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[Kotru Eabrod]

Clicking off the R-41's radio from a local radio station, the sound of slow guitars and drums falling silent was the last of the systems to be powered down aboard the Junkspear as the transparisteel canopy reeled backward. The Zabrak blinked twice as the bright sun of the Ventooine system shined down into his now uncovered eyes. A hand briefly feels the holster concealed underneath the man's blue coat, climbing out of his seat.

A couple steps on his hull, and he had hopped down onto the planet's surface. The canopy would slowly slide shut once more, locking mechanism's clicking shut once more.

His usual absent-minded browsing of the Holonet had caught a very interesting job. Raiding a spice ring. He had seen similar jobs, and even partaken of them during his time on the corps. Nostalgia guided his finger to establishing communications, and before he knew it he had a set of coordinates and a time. Once the last few components of his ship were fixed up from a prior altercation that left his ship's belly scarred and torn, he had departed from his last location and across the Hydian Way.

A brief glance to his datapad was used for reference as he waited in the spaceport's rather bare halls, having taken to a nearby bench as he rested one leg over the other. In particular, he had been watching the heads of those that passed by.

When he noticed the recognizable shade of red that made up Hera's own image, he looked right in their direction with a slight raise of recognition from his thin brows.

'Third time's the charm. If this is the wrong dame again, I swear..'

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[Jett Yalaz]

The Oath had been resting in cheapest slip of the old spaceport for the better part of a day at this point. Jett had nothing better going on the books after his job on Coruscant, so he came a little early. However, having nothing better to do also meant he had to much free time.

Instead he passed the day and night away, beating a Weequay to near death in a pit fight. Then drinking himself himself stupid with the winnings.

So it was without warning that his faithful R6 droid jabbed him in the ear with it's sock prod. "Graaaawww..!" shooting up to his knees as he back handed the droid. Driving the little astromech back several feet. Jett then leaned over and vomited. "Uhh. Wha...what time..." He stammered. The droid answered in his a irritated chirping noise.

Jett sighed, looked around to realize he had passed out on the ramp of the Oath. Hadn't even managed to make it inside. "Fuck it" Getting to his feet, he turned and headed for the lobby. Pushing his way past locals and travelers alike as he made his way inside. "Anyone in here named Hera?"

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[Hera "The Joyful" Albion]

Hera laughed heartily as she heard the large Orismer declare his question loudly and to anyone listening. Waving as she walked through the bar, Hera called out, "Over here big guy!" Just as she did so, as luck would have it, a young zabrak male with blonde hair affixed his eyes on her and made a motion as if he recognized her. Hera, recognizing him, smiled and moved over to sit beside him.

She knew these two, but she was aware that they may not know her too well. Motioning for a serving droid to approach, Hera spoke as she sat down, "Kotru and Jett, right? I'm Hera Albion! I'm sure you know who I am, and if you don't then perhaps this isn't the mission for you." At that, the Jedi Councilor laughed and told the droid to get the pair of mercenaries one of anything they wanted on her.

Looking at the pair, she crossed her fingers together and set her green armored elbows on the table. With a wide grin she started speaking once more, "I'm glad the two of you took me up on my mission! I am having a little bit of a dilemma though, you see, and I feel as though you two could offer some sound advice before we move further." Lowering her voice, she kept speaking, "The Pykes have ruled this planet for a while now, running a massive spice operation out of here. What I need to know is, do you think it'd be possible to take over the operation? Or should we burn it to the ground and plunder what we can?"

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[Kotru Eabrod]

Meeting Hera's gaze, the Zabrak pressed his palms to the seat and got ready to move only for her to join him on the bench with a grin. A small smile is given in response, nodding his head in greeting. His gaze would move in the direction that the Jedi had gestured in, noticing their third member standing well over his own head. A similar gesture is given to Jett as well with a twitch of his thin blonde brows.

"That's my name." Kotru confirmed. "And it's hard to not know who you are, Miss Headliner. Been makin' a name for yourself, keepin' busy." While he had known next to- no, nothing about the Jedi Order, the Zabrak had often checked the Holonet between jobs and had seen her name quite a number of times.

The Zabrak would fold his arms as he listened to Hera, gloved hands slipping into the sides of his jacket for warmth as his brow furrowed in thought at the idea. "Y'see, I don't really think takin' it over is really in the cards. Pykes are awfully fond of their Ops. Could weed out this little shindig they got goin' here, but they'd be back in a cycle or two. And last I checked, your folk ain't exactly for runnin' a spice route." A slight shrug of his shoulder is given for emphasis. "But I've thrown a wrench in their gears before. All for doin' it again for a chit or two."

"What about you, big guy? Whadda you think?"

@Taz @Black Noise