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|Posted by: jamfke Oct 5 2005, 10:27 PM|
|Looking for work? Come on into the Ornery Mynock, you'll find jobs ranging from hired muscle to calndestine "shipping" runs. Check out Garass, the Devaronian barkeep, he'll hook you up with the finest concoctions available, and might be able to assist you in finding that certain someone you're looking for.|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 6 2005, 05:34 PM|
|Ronon enters the establishment again and peers around to scan the crowd. He has a much quieter disposition here than at the apartment complex. He looks for a table or booth that is available for him and his associate to occupy while they continue their endeavors into searching for the Ryn.|
|Posted by: Teradoxx Oct 6 2005, 11:46 PM|
|Krastorr enters right after Ronon. He has taken his cloak on, with the hood up. Also has he taken the little metal ball, undet the bed and stuck it in his pocket.|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 11 2005, 10:21 PM|
|Ronon grabs a seat at an empty booth that he can use to overlook the establishment. He sits down and orders a drink and proceeds to look at his datapad as if reading the sports page of the Daily Coruscant and cases the crowd while he slowly drinks his drink.|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 11 2005, 10:47 PM|
| A Being wearing Smasher Armour strides into the Ornery. Unlike most others he doesn't stop to see who's in. He walks up to the bar and pushes two humans out of the way. They look at him and the individual just pats the blaster at his side. They seem to leave well enough alone. He leans over and has some words with Garass. The Devaronian laughs hands him a drink, and the being walks off toward the back of the bar. He seems to be walking towards the booth currently occupied by Ronon and Krasstorr, but ends up at the one just to their left.
"You're in my seat." The voice is monotoned and carries very little emotion in it.
"Hey man, we were here first. Go sit else where." It seems the young Rodian can speak Basic
"I said you're in my seat." A little annoyance creeps into his voice.
"Yeah right. I don't see no reservation sign." The Rodian seems to be losing his patience as well
"It's right there." Back to it's neutral tone
There is some movement, then the Rodian pipes up, fear in his voice,
"Aww Sithspit. I'm real sorry, I didn't recognise you, Dimos. Move it you luggs, give this guy his booth."
The Rodian and his friends scramble out of the booth and the recently identified Dimos takes his seat.
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 11 2005, 11:07 PM|
| Ronon gets out a very low chuckle and looks at Krastorr
"ooohhh!" He smile and returns to his drink.
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 11 2005, 11:12 PM|
| Dimos doesn't raise his voice, but the inquiry comes through,
"Something humourous, friend?"
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 11 2005, 11:13 PM|
| to the bug scary bounty hunter
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 11 2005, 11:14 PM|
|"Mind filling me in?"|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 11 2005, 11:17 PM|
| to Dimos
"Those Rodian's, they thought they were unstoppable and were willing to show just how unintelligent and belligerent they were until they noticed that the lot of them could not handle one of you. then they left in a wimper, with their tails between their legs like a womprat when he knows he cannot fight. I found that rather humorous, didn't you?"
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 11 2005, 11:22 PM|
|"I found it annoying. They were in my seat, and I told them, they still didn't leave. I come home after six months, and I get ignorance. I'de have thought Rodians would keep up with the news on the street."|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 11 2005, 11:23 PM|
| to Dimos
"Now see that is what you get for thinking so highly of Rodians. Six months away huh? what were you up to?"
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 11 2005, 11:28 PM|
|"Business. Just a simple pick up. Someone mislaid the package though, so I had to traips over half the outer rim. I then got hired for a couple of other little jobs. Passenger runs mostly. Thought I'd take some time off, or atleast drop home for a bit."|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 11 2005, 11:32 PM|
|"Cargo, passengers. wow you must be a pilot. With your duds you must be in some serious action. got any cool stories!?"|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 11 2005, 11:35 PM|
|"Depends on what you mean. I've not seen you here before. Mind letting me know who you are?"|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 11 2005, 11:40 PM|
| to dimos
"Just a passer by, name is Ronon. I'm here for a few days before I move on"
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 11 2005, 11:45 PM|
|"And what do you do, Ronon?"|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 11 2005, 11:48 PM|
| to Dimos
"I am sure it is nothing exciting by your experiences. I take odd jobs as I can and also dable in executing low key warrants."
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 11 2005, 11:56 PM|
|"Well how about instead of talking through this wall, you move over here?Saftey in numbers and all that."|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 11 2005, 11:58 PM|
| to Dimos
"Well let me talk it over with my associate here and... what the large leafy green weeds stuff from Naboo, lets go associate."
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 12:14 AM|
| "Well pull up a seat, you and your friend."
Dimos pushes the service comm, "Garass, another round here. They'll have what I'm having."
"Ahh a Togruta. Haven't seen one of your kind in years."
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 12:19 AM|
| in a low voice
"A Togruta!? where?"
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 12:51 AM|
| Sitting in the booth is a human, easily in his thirties. The visor on his helmet is opened and you can see the dark skin and goatee. There's a scar running along his left cheek, and his right hand is hidden by the table.
"I hope you like Whiskey. I keep a supply of stuff here. 20years old, and Corellian." Dimos seems to savour the smell, before going on.
"So what type of Bounties do you take? And who is your friend?"
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 02:52 AM|
| to Dimos
"Oh no not bounties per say, I execute warrants for arrest on skippers and bail jumpers. Nothing all that exciting. I travel around the core and colonies mostly. and you? what type of stories do you have?"
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 04:08 AM|
|"Ahh planetary bounty hunter. It's an old form of the trade. Not many of them around anymore. I don't know what type of stories you want me to tell you. I'm not much for chit chat."|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 10:12 AM|
| to Dimos
"Well lets here of your last adventure"
|Posted by: Teradoxx Oct 12 2005, 12:52 PM|
|Krastorr just sits and listens to Dimos and Ronon talking. While he listens he also notes th people in the cantina, and looks for anything unusual.|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 08:50 PM|
|"We'll just say that that is the last time I do a job for Kumac the Hutt. That slime had me flying into the Remanent territories."|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 09:43 PM|
|"Wow! Hutts, the Remnant and everything else. sounds way spacey! When I get older I want to be able to tell tales like that. got any more?"|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 09:46 PM|
| "Only advice kid. Get an office job. The galaxy is not a friendly place."
Dimos drinks some of his whiskey, savouring the taste.
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 09:48 PM|
| to Dimos
"Well office jobs are boring, who would want to do that? You workign right now? maybe I can help?"
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 09:54 PM|
| "No not yet. An office job is conducive to a long life."
Dimos seems to think a little,
"What can ya do? Handled a Blaster before?"
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 09:59 PM|
|"I've handled one or two. I can also swing a table leg with some ferocity and I understand several tongues. Is this an interview, now?"|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 10:03 PM|
| Ignoring the question,
"Have you ever killed anyone? Can you fly a ship?"
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 10:07 PM|
| to Dimos
"I see we are now getting to the reality of who we are. Let's stop toying around and get to the bottom of things. Yes and yes. next question, or are we still going to pretend that I am the young impressionable type and you the cynic old spacer/hunter full of worldly advice. Crey, Ronon Crey, the real one at your service if you would have it. and you are?"
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 10:11 PM|
|"I'm just known as Dimos. It's been so long since I've gone by anything else. So Mr. Crey, do you like killing? This is a very pertainate question."|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 10:12 PM|
| to Dimos
"As a matter of fact I do not. I do not enjoy the taking of someones life, but I am also not afraid of doing it when the situation warrants it."
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 10:20 PM|
|"So what got a nice Togruta into the killing game? Aren't you going to drink with me?"|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 10:22 PM|
| "not into killing, just preserving justice. I had hopes of becoming one of the upper echelon of NR security. things didn't pan out for me."
Ronon takes his glass and tips it up as in a toast. cheers! and takes a drink.
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 10:25 PM|
| "What prevented your stella career? Refused to cover up a senators indiscration?"
Dimos pours Ronon another.
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 10:28 PM|
| "personal matters, thast is all."
Tips glass but only sips the drink
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 10:30 PM|
|"So who's your friend? He doesn't say much. Ohh and have I passed NR Security checklists?"|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 10:34 PM|
|"Haven't bothered to check just yet. Do I have a reason to be checking?"|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 10:37 PM|
|"I don't think so. Just a couple of guys having a drink. Still interested in a job? Totally legit, of course."|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 10:38 PM|
|"is it time sensitive? I am currently on the clock."|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 10:42 PM|
|"Technically I go on the clock at midnight. Just some light bodyguarding work."|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 10:44 PM|
| "well since you put it that way, if you need a second I'm your being."
takes another sip
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 10:50 PM|
| "Great. What do you know about Valadron Associates?"
Dimos raises his glass in salute
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 10:52 PM|
| tips his glass
"let me think, hm... shipping company close to the palace of the former emporer."
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 10:58 PM|
|"That's common knowledge. Anything else? NRS isn't looking at it or something, are they?"|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 10:59 PM|
|"I'm former NRS, remember. freelance now. I'm an independant. But I can see if I can dig up anything."|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 11:14 PM|
|"Ohh I thought you were just off the promotions grid."|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 11:14 PM|
|"I am from a certain point of view"|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 11:19 PM|
| "Too true.Too true. Same could be said for me and the Imperial Navy, although I'm probably wanted for desertion."
Dimos gets a slightly far off look, then takes a sip of his whiskey.
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 11:22 PM|
| "former navy man. enlisted or O-Ganger?"
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 11:32 PM|
|"Enlisted. Flew a TIE right out of a battle field. Wasn't actually my fault, I lost the manouvering thrusters, so i could only go straight. By the time I was able to rejoin, the fleet had left. Figured if they were going to leave me behind, I wasn't going to do them any favours by returning."|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 11:34 PM|
| "TIE's are not hyperspace capable how you did you end up saving yourself?"
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 11:39 PM|
|"Scavengers. After any conflict the salvagers come in. I gave those squibs the fright of their lives. I let them keep the TIE in exchange for a ride to Ord Mantell."|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 11:42 PM|
|"Ord Mantell, wow. interesting times."|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 11:49 PM|
| Dimos learns back,
"Down right hospitable those Squibs are. Nice little species. Never did sit well with me the Empires policies concerning aliens. No offoence intended."
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 11:52 PM|
| "None taken. to better times then."
tips up his cup and drinks
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 11:55 PM|
| Tipping his own in return,
"Definately. How are you equipped? Will you need to grab anything before we start?"
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 11:56 PM|
|"not really, I'm good"|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 12 2005, 11:58 PM|
|"Got a Jetpack? Getting to the office could be a little tricky, unless you're decent at bypassing security systems."|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 12 2005, 11:59 PM|
|"legit bodyguard work, requiring secuirty bypasses and jetpacks. hmmm. No and no"|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 13 2005, 12:05 AM|
|"Hehe. I see what you're gettin' at. I like to show 'em they're weakness'. Usually that just involves flying in through their windows. I figured if you don't fly, you could hack the security on the elevator and join me that way. I wouldn't lead a former NRS down the wrong path. Hell that'll be bad for me!"|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 13 2005, 02:19 AM|
|"Yeah, no worries. I am no security system expert or slicer, and I never tried a jetpack or rocketpack"|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 13 2005, 08:53 PM|
|"So what did you do with NRS? Were you one of the burly guys standing in the background?"|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 13 2005, 09:08 PM|
|"I was an investigator and field agent. Though I was not allowed to do much, thanks in part to my father. My father had enough pull with the agency to dictate what missions I could and could not volunteer for, that is why I left the agency."|
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 13 2005, 09:16 PM|
|"Ahh nice to know. Well feel up to a little field work? I'm sure you've had some insertion training, or even hostage negotiation training. So you try to sneak into the Penthouse of the Sky Gate apartments. Meet up there at Midnight. You in?"|
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 13 2005, 09:29 PM|
| to Dimos
"I'm in, I guess my day job will just have to wait."
"Well sir, Please keep me apprised of the situation we were working on. let me know if anything new turns up. Here is my frequency incase you need to reach me. Good luck and I hope to see you soon."
With that Ronon departs the Mynock to head over to the Sky Gate Apartments.
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 13 2005, 09:34 PM|
| Dimos gets out of the booth. Now that you're closer you can see the 'hand cannon' he has strapped where a blaster should be. The 'hand cannon' almost looks like a Thunderer, and he has a droid disabler on the other hip.
"Hey kid, you had better give me that Freq aswell. Just so I can keep you up dated. Here this is my secured freq."
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 13 2005, 09:38 PM|
| to Dimos
"Guess you are right. You can communicate with me on this freq. Thanks for yours. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go see what I can turn up about the Sky Gate Apartments. See you on the flip side at midnight."
Ronon extends his hand to shake Dimos' prior to departing.
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 13 2005, 09:42 PM|
| Dimos takes Ronon's hand in one of his gloved/armoured hands and shakes it.
"Becareful kid. We just wanna scare 'em, and they don't we're comin'."
|Posted by: Orgaloth Oct 13 2005, 09:53 PM|
| Dimos turns to Krastorr while Ronon departs.
"Sorry buddy. I didn't mean to take your boy away. He just seemed to be a hard luck story to me. Here (Dimos hands him his freq) if you need my services I'll be glad to help. I'm a good pilot, decent tracker, and a crack shot. Call sometime."
|Posted by: Teradoxx Oct 14 2005, 05:40 AM|
| Krastorr takes the freq, and follows Ronon out.
''I'll think about it. Thank you.''
|Posted by: netjedi Oct 14 2005, 07:54 PM|
| to Krastorr
"Hey buddy, I noticed you were aweful quiet back there didn't want to distrub you. So are you up to a little mischief and mayhem? Or did you want me to escort you back to apratment for you to continue your search there? By the way did you pick up anything while we were at the Mynock? you don't have to answer everything at once."
|Posted by: Teradoxx Oct 15 2005, 01:12 AM|
|''I was just looking for our guy. I think I could use a little mayhem, you know. And, no I did'nt find the one were looking for.''|