Your Driver's Outside

[Zain Galla]

YOUR DRIVER'S OUTSIDE​

"Like, I don't know. Jahan is just soooo handsome." droned the party girl Zain had been "lucky" enough to ferry from Coruscant to Sereno. She'd been on her com the entire trip and honestly, Zain was perfectly fine leaving it that way. Her voice was loud enough to be heard through the blast doors that protected the cockpit and that was both impressive and annoying. This beauty queen was shallow as a puddle and the upper-class corusanti accent was starting to grate on his nerves. His hands moved deftly over the controls as he prepared to take The Wax Wing out of hyperspace.

"C-12, can you let our esteemed guest know we'll be arriving shortly?" Zain asked his prissy protocol droid companion. The droid shifted to face Zain then bobbed its entire upper half in the affirmative. Galla noted the movement and made a mental note to have the droid serviced.

"Right away, master!" It replied while standing and shuffling out of the cockpit. Sending the droid was ridiculous, The Wax Wing was small enough for Zain to open to door and shout back to the Zeltron beauty queen, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with her derisive jeers. As the door hissed closed behind the waddling droid, Zain, hailed Serenno spaceport's, clearance officer and took care of the docking procedure. He wanted to get this woman off his ship as quickly as possible. He could feel the itch for a drink creeping into his mind and knew he'd been to satisfy the urge before it took over his mind.

The door hissed open and without looking back Zain said, "Is her royal highness prepared for arrival C-12."

"Uh, her royal highness? You think I'm a princess aw that's so sweet!" came the valley girl response. Zain whirled around in his seat mortified and pleading with all the preternatural entities to let this girl be too dumb to have picked up on his sarcasm. She wasn't and she had. Her pink skin had dropped several shades and was closer to purple and her normally beautiful face was contorted in a tightly pinched scowl. Zain's eyes dropped to the floor and his mouth twisted into a tight mirthless smile as she laid into him like a starving rancor ripping apart a freshly discarded slave.
Well, this job just got one starred...

A couple of hours later Zain was sitting on a bench just outside his favorite spaceport bar. He'd just finished eating and was taking a taking a few drags off a cigarette before drinking himself to sleep when his office Datapad buzzed. He glanced down at the tablet and sighed. The irridecent screen read: Incoming Ride Request. He dropped the cigarette and stamped it out before hitting the green accept button. He queued up his com and hailed C-12.

"Warm up the ship C-12, we've got another job." slipping his com into his pocket he made for the redevou point. He'd meet the customer and then escort them to the ship. It was a pretty normal procedure, but after the tongue lashing he'd just recieved Zain wasn't exaclty eager to deal with another customer, but credits were credits....
@Arclight

 

[Baalryc Ysirath]

Baalryc groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he dropped his commpad onto his lap, where it rustled into the blood red sheets. His SpUber booked, he could attend to less important things, like figuring out where the hell he was. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around the strange room. The decor said Sith, and the faint presence of the dark side that dimly glowed next to him when he opened his senses confirmed it. Glancing down, a slender form lay next to him, facing away. Messy black hair hid most of her face from view. Bits and pieces of memory began to form a hazy picture in Baalryc's mind, the events of the night returning to him. This wasn't the first time they had been together.

But it was the first time she had asked him to drain her.

The memory of the moment crystallized in his mind as his hand went to her pulse. No. He hadn't gone too far. He had closed the spigot that had poured her life force into him before she had been drained dry, he recalled as his fingers found a shallow pulse. Relieved, Baalryc brushed the hair from her face before casting his eyes about the room in search of his clothes. It wasn't before long that he was dressing. As with the room's decor, Baalryc's attire said one thing as well.

Sith

Black, black, and more black. Loose pants billowed down to his knees before coming to long cuffs, which were tied awkwardly down to above his "ankle". The cuff fabric bulged in odd places, and instead of feet were two metallic foot like objects. The prosthetics whirred quietly as Baalryc tightened a black leather belt over his black tunic. Hanging the black, curved hilt of his lightsaber from his belt, he threw on a black robe and stepped out the door of a small countryside villa. Glancing at his comm unit, he knew his ride would be there any moment.

 

[Zain Galla]

Zain made his way to the Luxe sector of Serenno's spaceport. He burned through a cigarette before jumping into a public transport shuttle. He grabbed a window seat and enjoyed the growing presence of holo-projected advertisements as the shuttle closed in on the Luxe sector. When he’d gotten the request for a ride and noticed the ritzy sector in the infobox he’d immediately set up a rental speeder, so he could ferry the client to his ship. The rental came out of his pocket and that stung, but dealing with people who were so wealthy they could afford to stay in this part of the spaceport generally dictated a specific quality of treatment.

The transport came to a stop and he stepped off the transbus and onto the main walkway. The opulence of the Lux sector was so grandiose it forced his expression into a discontented half smile. The kind of face you’d make when forced to be polite in a situation you hated. His anxiety spiked and he had to take a breath before adjusting his heading and making his way to his client. As he reached the rendezvous point he spotted the speeder he’d rented and stopped to finish up business before alerting the client to his arrival. The rental agent was a protocol droid with a built-in credit chit reader. Zain took a few minutes to inspect the vehicle and once satisfied he handed over the credits and received the encryption codes for the speeder.

Content with his preparation, Zain, pressed the flashing emerald “Arrival” button on his datapad and awaited his client. A few moments later a lumbering giant of a being emerged dressed in all black. Zain swallowed nervously as the severity of the situation slammed into him. He cleared his throat as the man approached opening the door and saying, "Good afternoon, Mr. Ysirath. My name's Zain and I'll be your driver today."