[Day 1 - EN] Vode An

[Aphr Ahaya]

Aphr watched her walk away towards the Mandalorians...and Eight?

Oh...shit

She considered saying more. Saying...something. What if she was wrong though? It couldn't be her, surely? Even if there was a connection...

Now is not the time.

She approached Eight, giving the droid a nod.

[Nudimsu]

A shadow of annoyance twisted itself through Craw's expression. "Ain't that simple Nudie. I fucked up, bad. I can only run away from this so long before she finally catches me. And I have no intention of killing her. Cause whatever it is that she's got planned for me... Well to be honest I probably deserve it... So yeah... That's how it's gonna go down, sorry bud." He sipped his drink. "But I'm gonna keep working with you guys till I die, so let's worry about burning that bridge when we get to it."

"If you wish to throw your life away for some misplaced sense of guilt, that is your decision. As I said, I believe people should be allowed to make their own mistakes." He still hasn't turned over to him, continuing to look at the bar. "But I will do what I can to make sure that point is a long ways away."

[Craw Toboga]

Crawl clasped the other man's shoulder heartily. "Man! You're alright for a chiss, you know that right? Nobody else I'd rather have at my side in this crazy fucking galaxy! To the tortoise!" He raised his glass in a toast.

[Arsele Girard]

“What do you want aruetii?” the woman says resting her hand on her blaster.

“Not just anyone speaks to Corso.”

"I was told to talk to him by the head of Clan Kelborn; He was to send word ahead about my business."

Arsele was used to talking to bouncers... and Mandolorians.

[Dapper Dog]

Shae listens and takes a moment to consider her options and then says, “Make it quick, aruetii.”

[Eight]

Aphr watched her walk away towards the Mandalorians...and Eight?

Oh...shit

She considered saying more. Saying...something. What if she was wrong though? It couldn't be her, surely? Even if there was a connection...

Now is not the time.

She approached Eight, giving the droid a nod.

Eight's optics remained on the red Twi'lek for some time more before Aphr came up to him. Well there goes any semblance of cover I may have had.

"Aphr. Making friends?" He asked, glancing down to the small Twi'lek girl.

[Moyr Ahaya]

The masked Twi'lek moved past them and re-entered the Viper, probably alongside Mandalorians who rightfully found the show to be over.

[Nekoinu]

Corso nods and turns to talk to a fellow Mandalorian.

Niall returned to the bar, not far from Varra. Better to watch her back, while she watched his.

(PM if approached)

Vera came back to the bar and kept her distance from Craw. Instead, she eyed the Republic military man. "You were just up there talking with Corso Fett. How did you earn the right?" she asked, as if it had been ridiculous for him to be up there.

[Arsele Girard]

Shae listens and takes a moment to consider her options and then says, “Make it quick, aruetii.”

Arsele nods briefly before walking up, finding the Fett leader and taking in the situation.

[Niall Organa]

Vera came back to the bar and kept her distance from Craw. Instead, she eyed the Republic military man. "You were just up there talking with Corso Fett. How did you earn the right?" she asked, as if it had been ridiculous for him to be up there.

Niall straightened, regretting his last drink. "I asked him. He agreed. I think perhaps he favors boldness. But if you want to know for sure, you'll have to ask him." He said, his voice steady.

[Nekoinu]

Vera came back to the bar and kept her distance from Craw. Instead, she eyed the Republic military man. "You were just up there talking with Corso Fett. How did you earn the right?" she asked, as if it had been ridiculous for him to be up there.

Niall straightened, regretting his last drink. "I asked him. He agreed. I think perhaps he favors boldness. But if you want to know for sure, you'll have to ask him." He said, his voice steady.

The Mandalorian woman frowned and leaned in closer to him. "I asked you, not him, and I won't ask again."

[Niall Organa]

Niall's voice remained steady. "And I told you. I asked for the opportunity to pay my respects to my host. Perhaps my boldness impressed him, like I suggested. Perhaps he was just surprised to see a Republic officer here, and he was curious." His lips twitched. "Surely you don't think I'm a Jedi, able to read his mind."

[Corso Fett]

Arsele nods briefly before walking up, finding the Fett leader and taking in the situation.

He is sitting with fellow Mandalorians drinking and discussing war and Mandalorian things. He looks at Arsele and says, “You look lost, anything I can do to help?”

He stands.

[Nekoinu]

Niall's voice remained steady. "And I told you. I asked for the opportunity to pay my respects to my host. Perhaps my boldness impressed him, like I suggested. Perhaps he was just surprised to see a Republic officer here, and he was curious." His lips twitched. "Surely you don't think I'm a Jedi, able to read his mind."

"No, I don't think you're a Jedi. And I don't care if you are one, either." Vera crossed her arms, glared up at the second story, and then back to Niall. "Whatever. Guess I should introduce myself. I'm Vera Ordo. And don't ask me to shake your hand or anything."

[Arsele Girard]

He is sitting with fellow Mandalorians drinking and discussing war and Mandalorian things. He looks at Arsele and says, “You look lost, anything I can do to help?”

He stands.

"Lost? No, certainly not that. Corso Fett, my name is Arsele Girard: Dancer, Huttball player, bounty hunter, etcetera. I was told by one Kyr'ad Kelborn to talk to you, that we might have some mutual interests."

She held out a hand.

[Corso Fett]

He takes it and shakes it firmly and then says, "What do you have for me, aruetii?"

[Niall Organa]

"No, I don't think you're a Jedi. And I don't care if you are one, either." Vera crossed her arms, glared up at the second story, and then back to Niall. "Whatever. Guess I should introduce myself. I'm Vera Ordo. And don't ask me to shake your hand or anything."

"Captain Niall Organa. And it's a deal." He took a drink of ale, instead.

A moment later, he narrowed his eyes at her. "I believe I've heard of you, Ms. Ordo. Specialist in commando tactics and black ops?"

[Nekoinu]

Vera's eyes lit up, a smile cracking on her lips for a brief moment. However, she soon went back to her grumpy composure and peered at him. "Lek. Yeah. What of it? Are you looking to hire Mandalorians?"

[Niall Organa]

Vera's eyes lit up, a smile cracking on her lips for a brief moment. However, she soon went back to her grumpy composure and peered at him. "Lek. Yeah. What of it? Are you looking to hire Mandalorians?"

Niall's grey eyes glinted for just a moment. "Right now? No. But next week, or even tomorrow? Who can say?" He gave her a hint of a smile. "Have you ever done work for the Republic before? Or against it for that matter?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

Meanwhile, the Red Wraith re-entered the bar and sat near the place where the talk was...

EN1. Influence, Shrouded. Emotions. Get Vera Violently Pissed. Mask: +1 Dark Pip: 1eF 1 Dark Side


EN1. Discipline.: 2eA+1eB+1eC+2eD 1 failure, 1 advantage


...and nothing happened?

[Nekoinu]

"Wouldn't be right for me to tell you. It's called 'black ops' for a reason." Vera crossed her arms and thought on it a bit more. "But yeah, I don't have anything against working for the Republic, if the cash is right."

[Niall Organa]

"Wouldn't be right for me to tell you. It's called 'black ops' for a reason." Vera crossed her arms and thought on it a bit more. "But yeah, I don't have anything against working for the Republic, if the cash is right."

"Right. Good point." Niall chuckled. "Well... maybe you can tell me a little bit about how you do things, anyway. The declassified version. The sort of thing you'd tell a potential client, maybe?"

[Nekoinu]

"I usually tell my clients that I am a Mandalorian." She stared at him for a few moments and then shrugged. "I work with my team to eliminate targets of interest. What more do I need to say?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

The Sith sipped her drink through a straw. Nothing was happening.

EN1. Influence, Shrouded. Emotions. Get Niall Condescending/Cocky. Mask: +1 Dark Pip: 1eF 2 Light Side


EN1. Discipline, Moi vs. Niall.: 2eA+2eD 1 failure, 1 advantage

[Niall Organa]

"I usually tell my clients that I am a Mandalorian." She stared at him for a few moments and then shrugged. "I work with my team to eliminate targets of interest. What more do I need to say?"

"Okay. That's good enough, then." Niall nodded.

He frowned. "I ask in part because, well, in my limited experience, Mandalorians are usually in my limited experience eager to talk about their glories. Hmmm." He paused a moment. "I suppose you really can keep an employers confidence, then." He raised his mug. "I respect that. May I have your information?"