Nar Shaddaa

A new day a new set of opportunities. The mess hall was empty except for Craw, who was enjoying a tasteful beverage at the table. He leaned back in his chair, sipped his drink, and said in a contemptuous voice "It's good to be Craw."

The flight over to the moon was a long one.

Of course distance was the primary factor of it, having traveled quite a distance to get to Nar Shaddaa. The other part of the perceived distance was the Mandalorian constantly drinking.

The ship was well into hyperdrive, allowing the Chiss to lurk around the ship as he seemed fit. "Not as if you could be anyone else, Craw." There was no means of hypnosis or Force powers that strong to do it.

That he knew of or had access to, anyways.

Craw glanced over his shoulder at the Chiss. Sneaky bastard. He grabs another can from the cooler on the table and tossed it to the Chiss. "Aw, no need to be jealous Nudie. If you were me you'd understand why I'm perfectly content just being the same old awesome me." He grinned, to himself more than the Chiss, as he sipped his drink.

He had long learnt to tolerate that nickname, if only to remind him how unable Craw would be to even understand his language, much less his culture.

"But I'm not you, so I guess I will just have to look at you and figure it out." He glanced at him for a long moment, contemplative in his mind, before walking over to the cooler and placing the beer back, grabbing himself some water instead. "Suppose it wouldn't hurt to come up with a plan once we arrive on the Hutt's moon. My few dealings with those slugs were already stressful, now we're heading into their home territory."

Looking at Craw, he sighs. "Shouldn't you be saving some of those for the others?"

Craw nods while sipping his beer. He pushes the chair back a bit, to prop his feet up on the table. He glances at Nudie, still grinning. "Well as a matter of fact I already have a job lined up. Black ops, for the empire so keep is shush shush." He frowns at the now empty can in his hand, and puts it on the table next to the other empties.
"And if the others want a beer they can wake up earlier. First serve first get and all that."

"Wonderful." There is a monotonic feel to his voice as he spoke. "I suppose, then, they are paying you enough to help afford the Hutt's ridiculous docking fees?" A deep breath, followed by a sip of water.

"Need someone to watch your back or you is this something you can handle?"

Craw takes his feet off the table and leans in to take another beer. He opens it and leans back. He looks at the chiss and his cup of water. "The pay is good, yeah. S'pose it has to be, I hear it's some pretty shady stuff. But hey, I don't give a shit." He shrugs and sips his beer. "Naw man. All Craw. The job came through family channels, specifically requested only me. Not that I don't trust you guys, but job confidentiality is job confidentiality if you get me."

"As you wish; just rather not see you killed." The Chiss takes another sip in the water. "Already invested too much time maintaining this outfit of ours to attempt it again with someone else." Placing the cup down, his face continues to maintain the same emotion it had been this whole time. He moves to rustle to a draw to get some rations he had saved up, to which he opened it up and began to prepare it with the water he had, pouring it into the pouch to start the heating process.

"Aww!" Craw puts his right hand over his chest in a faux gesture of being touched. "I didn't know you could be so emotional Nudie!" He chuckles and sips his beer again. "But no, you should have more faith in me. There's not a lot out there that can kill me. You should know that."

"Just logistics and keeping a interest in my investments." He had already spent a lot of time getting know Craw; too much of a waste of time to start the whole social process once again.

"Not a lot that can kill you in a fight, but a lot out there than can outsmart you enough to do it."

Craw looks at him curiously. "Sure, you tell yourself that, we both know you love me." At the last part he looks a bit annoyed. "You callin' me stupid?"

He rolls his eyes, annoyed he had to explain himself. "Not calling you stupid, I'm just saying there are plenty other people out there smarter than you."

His eyes shifted over to him. "Or need I remind you of that time on Coruscant with the brothel owner and that Nabooian thief."

Craw does a spit take, and coughs a bit as he slams the can on the table. After he manages to recover himself he says in a defensive tone "No, listen... Okay, maybe I fucked up a bit by letting him talk me into giving him a knife. But you don't usually expect a butter knife to be mono-bladed!" He throws his arms up in exasperation.

"It glows and it vibrates, Craw." He sighs, finally opening up his meal and consuming it. "Fingers don't grow back so easy. In any case, just great that wookie bounty hunter showed up when he did for that thief, otherwise.."

He takes a bite and chews his terribly tasting meal.

He continues in further exasperation "Oh yeah, sure! Thank the wookie. It's always the wookie who bails us out. The goddamn wookies. Still I'm the only reason you still have your middle fingers! Did I ever hear a thank you for that? No!"

He finishing chewing and swallows before glancing at him.

"I suppose you are right. Thanks for not getting me and yourself killed in the crossfire." He takes another bite. "Still, it was a enjoyable experience overall. Coruscant is a acceptable city to go in. Even more to make some credits of random odd jobs. At least the sources of those were as trustworthy as you could expect from a Republic controlled area."

"Still, a Wookie would not be a bad thing to have on the crew. According to their culture, if you save one, you can keep it; no wonder there are so many in slavery."

"It's not slavery, what they offer," the Pantoran was dressed in a little more finery than normal. Beneath his coat, the jacket and trousers of his former uniform, the bloodstripe running down the length of his slacks. Polished calf high boots gleaming in the dim lighting of the freighter.

Chiding his two crewmates congenially, Durasay made his way to the table, a hot, steaming mug of caff in his hand. "There should be plenty of profit to be had from the peace conference."

"Lifetime of servitude for a payment or service rendered." Nudimsu shrugs. "A slave by any other name..." Glancing over at his outfit, Nudimsu give a curious look. "We're still a few hours off. No need to impress us with your outfit."

Granted, he wasn't entirely impressed. The only thing he could think that similar between the two of them was the blue skin. Pantorans were still something of a mystery to him, after all, other than their shared ancestory.

"According to most of the notices I've read, they have plenty of people that need to be caught or killed. Should be able to help out with that, myself."

"Except a Wookiee will rip your skull from your spine when that bond is abused." He pursed his lips slightly at the comment about his dress. "Who said anything about impressing anyone? We've got major players from voth sides of this kriffing war arriving at the Smugglers Moon, a little decorum might go a long way in keeping us gainfully employed."

A slight pause as he drank from the caff, before giving a wry smile. "Besides, it might give me a chance to have some words with either military we run into. Without a chance for violence."

"A fair point. Did not consider their independence." though with the proper direction, it could be. No point in arguing with the hypothetical.

He nodded and conceded to the Wookie point . "Keeping up apparences is fine. Just not so early in the day. We're still about a half a day's out." It just seemed a lot of effort for nothing."

He continues to eat his terrible food and sighs. "Good to make peace with both sides; rather not have their guns aimed at us."

"It's really not them I'm worried about." He sighed as he finished the beverage, contemplating pouring himself another fresh cup. It wouldn't do to be too jittery before arrival. After all, the Smuggler's Moon was someplace you would want to have your wits about you. Appearing nervous or on edge wouldn't do, as well. These types... they smelled weakness, and preyed upon it.

He hated being prey. Especially when he was so much better than that. And most thugs, too. Yellow-amber eyes flicked between the two other men, before pushing that thought down. These two weren't anyone to belittle. After all, they were basically family.

"It's the Hutt's I'm worried about. I don't like getting involved with them, even if the credits are good. It's the strings that come along with them that bother me."

"Never good when you owe someone. Has a hold on your person that makes it hard to let go." He grunts and thinks about his own noose around his neck.

"Especially with those slugs"

A rare look of emotion leaves his face when mentioning the Hutts; disgust.

He quickly composes himself and finish his meal. "Best to always make sure who we're dealing with."

Craw nodded to the other man when he noticed him. "Hey Dur." He paused as he took a deep sip from the can. "Don't know about Peace Talks, but I'm looking forward to kick some ass. Getting kinda antsy being cooked up on this ship." He adjusted himself in his seat, looking somewhat uneasy. "Ah the hutts... Fuckin' hut'uuns. As long as their cred's good I can stand them... But fuck if I'll ever be indebted to them." He shakes his head angrily.

"Craw, greetings." He spoke the words in heavily accented mando'a. He had taken the time to learn the language over the course of the years he had known the warrior.

He needed more caff. Standing up and grabbing the mug, the pantoran moved to the counter, where the little brewer puffed away. "We might not be afforded the opportunity to avoid debt. You know how Nar Shaddaa can be..."

Craw shakes his head, an annoyed look on his face. "Well I'll try my damndest not to owe anything to those filthy fucking slugs. They're fucking useless." He sips his drink. "We'll just do our jobs and do them well."