Nar Shaddaa

Durasay was waiting at the boarding ramp of the Tortoise. Craw had given him the scant details about the mission on Project Evolution.

And his committed non-committal that he had told the potential employer. While he had to hand it to Craw, he wished that maybe he had been there, as well.

It's why he has reached out to the Three Drinks, and extended and invitation to discuss the matter further.

And also why he had a fresh pot of Caff ready to go in the galley.

He was dressed in an old dress uniform, the cross flap loosened, visible beneath his trench coat. His hair was still wet, slicked back from the fresher. All in all, he looked ready to talk business.

A fact Z could respect, his suit pressed, his tie a vivid blue he made his way to the turtle. They would be leaving tonight and he needed to confirm their involvement.

Information would also pass hands but that would happen after confirmation. Arriving at the deck he tipped his hat towards Durasay. "Good morning Mister Mixo." He offered simply.

"Good Morning, Mister Varliss." Durasay returned the hat tip withba genuine smile, and a bow of the head. Turning his stance, he extended an arm up the ramp.

"I have some Caff freshly brewed aboard. Please, come on up." His tone was congenial, and warm. Once aboard, and up to the galley, he would pour two mugs. On the table of the small mess were the varioua accoutrements so anyone could have their caff as preferred.

"First, I'd like to apologize for the... unsteady commitment that Craw had given you the other day. Allow me to assure you, we saw this project in it's genesis. We will be there at it's end."

Zane smirked. "He never even saw that part. That you were there at the beginning." He glanced towards the older man. "You should really keep him from drinking, and perhaps have him clean up."

He took a seat, and the offered cup of caffeine, smelling it before taking a sip. "I suppose that's see now that you have fully committed, I should tell you a bit more about the project though."

"It's an ongoing project." He poured himself a fresh mug, leaving it black. Sitting straight up in the chair. "Now, Craw did help me keep Aris' organization from falling to pieces in the wake of it." He smiled broadly, watching the other man.

"Please. Anything that can help ensure success is the best for everyone. Coming back alive, leaving no one behind is my order of business."

"I wish you luck, you'll probably need it." Placing the cup on the table he faced the other man, this was so much more civilized and he respected that. "I know, all three of you helped with that if I recall. I can name six others as well, but I don't think we need to get into that."

"The task itself is relatively straight forward, we are there to destroy everything Czerka has created." He smiled softly. "What they created simply does not need to exist."

"I had your team in charge of security, opening doors and silencing guards. It's likely to be dangerous, but not the most dangerous part of the most dangerous part of the mission. I've been trying to find a slicer to help you, but thus far they have been fairly rare."

"There is no luck. There is the Force." He raised his mug. "And the Force is with us." Sipping from his drink he mused. "I'm all for crushing Czerka. They've been allowed to create injustice for far too long." His demeanor turned much more serious.

"Rare or they disappear. It's been a struggle for everyone to find one. I do believe that if some data spikes were acquired, that could do in a pinch." He paused, putting his mug down, and both hands folded on the table.

"I'll be able to coordinate whatever team we are assigned to be extremely efficient. And danger..." the wry grin returned. "I wouldn't have it any other way.

The first statement would be useful, if Z really believed the force did all that much stuff that was useful. Still he didn't comment merely nodding at the mans statement. "Agreed, the crimes they've done in the creation of this thing deserves nothing less."

"I believe I can work out something... There are very few people that can hide from me, if I really want to find them, and one of Aris's slicer's still survives." He picked up his cup of caff and took another slow sip.

"Well, I have a few plans in that regard, and though I hate breaking up a team, you might be better off moving with me." He chuckled lightly. "Though I'm assigned to the most dangerous parts."