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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 23, 2020 18:43:31 GMT -8
Smirking slyly at the shrewdness of the Zeltron's calculated response. It was clear that this man was a cut above the usual recruits. He was no fool and he didn't trust easily, though that was to be expected. Taking another sip from his glass and setting it down, he resumed speaking.
I serve their anonymity, as part of a security protocol my predecessor had in place. I, however, believe that that kind of anonymity can only protect oneself for so long. Which is why my agents are given the knowledge they require to fight. Information is a weapon, Mr. Montrose. And in the proper hands, it can be devastating to those less prepared. In the wrong hands, the whole galaxy could implode. Regardless of how we receive and utilize information, our mandate is clear; To ensure the protection and preservation of the galaxy by any means necessary. Now, as extreme as that may sound, lets analyze a few things, shall we? Tell me, Mr. Montrose, do you know the difference between a Force User and a Force Sensitive?
And there it was. The first true question that would either make or break this recruitment process. Either the Zeltron would accept what they were trying to do, or he wouldn't. There were no gray areas anymore. The next several minutes would determine where this conversation was heading and if everyone left this meeting happy or infuriated.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2020 19:36:49 GMT -8
Taking another drag from his cigarette, The Illusionist eyed Walker thoughtfully for a moment. Exhaling, he spoke.I've studied your service record in detail, Mr. Walker. I know that you are a Tier One operator with a colorful history. You are loyal and you care for those under your command. And you get results. While you don't always see eye to eye with your superiors, you've always been honest. And that is why you are here. I am in need of exceptional individuals that are loyal, can lead and aren't afraid to cross boundaries when the situation calls for it. And you fit that profile to a 't'. Your services will be well compensated, of course, and you will have access to a staggering array of technology that is exclusive to The Organization...The Illusionist took another drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly, allowing Walker a moment to think and speak his piece, if he needed to. Being a patient man, who got what he wanted more often than not, he was in no rush to sell his 'pitch' to Walker. He was the sort of man who would eat up that pitch with his bare hands. |
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 23, 2020 20:10:28 GMT -8
Smirking slyly at the shrewdness of the Zeltron's calculated response. It was clear that this man was a cut above the usual recruits. He was no fool and he didn't trust easily, though that was to be expected. Taking another sip from his glass and setting it down, he resumed speaking. I serve their anonymity, as part of a security protocol my predecessor had in place. I, however, believe that that kind of anonymity can only protect oneself for so long. Which is why my agents are given the knowledge they require to fight. Information is a weapon, Mr. Montrose. And in the proper hands, it can be devastating to those less prepared. In the wrong hands, the whole galaxy could implode. Regardless of how we receive and utilize information, our mandate is clear; To ensure the protection and preservation of the galaxy by any means necessary. Now, as extreme as that may sound, lets analyze a few things, shall we? Tell me, Mr. Montrose, do you know the difference between a Force User and a Force Sensitive?And there it was. The first true question that would either make or break this recruitment process. Either the Zeltron would accept what they were trying to do, or he wouldn't. There were no gray areas anymore. The next several minutes would determine where this conversation was heading and if everyone left this meeting happy or infuriated.
"It's been quite a while since I've heard someone use the technical terms, but, if I had to define them..." *He swirled the scotch in his glass* "Force Users are commonly those who practice and use the power known as 'the Force', and are typically the zealous types who are associated with groups like the Jedi or the Sith. There are those who aren't affiliated with either group, though, who can still exercise the power through training they either picked up or practiced over time. They could have started out as 'Force Sensitives' -- those who basically are tuned into the 'channel', but don't have a 'remote' to control it with. Still, the potential is there. Anyone who is 'sensitive' can still turn into a Force-jockey, if they wanted to." |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 25, 2020 9:36:17 GMT -8
*Aedon didn't want to pick apart everything that "The Illusionist" was saying, but this was the only way he'd ever really get to know the people pulling the strings. Every word had weight, every term held a reference. For instance, he revealed that he had a "predecessor" - which meant that he took over the reins at some point. Had to grow into the position. That would explain the number of years between the first time this "Organization" attempted to recruit him and now. And why there was such an emphasis on information being a "weapon". Undoubtedly, the Organization had a galaxy-spanning network of informants and agents who excelled at gathering intel. And all of the talk about the "right hands" and "wrong hands"; obviously they believed that their conglomerate could only be the "right hands". And that one sentence, "our mandate is clear; to ensure the protection and preservation of the galaxy by any means necessary"...Aedon was nearly certain that he was contending with an idealistic group, possibly zealous beyond measure. He would need more information before he could make that assessment. He did his best to keep all of these things in mind, and nearly missed the question that "The Illusionist" proposed.**Furrowing his brow, he considered how he was going to reply.*
"It's been quite a while since I've heard someone use the technical terms, but, if I had to define them..." *He swirled the scotch in his glass* "Force Users are commonly those who practice and use the power known as 'the Force', and are typically the zealous types who are associated with groups like the Jedi or the Sith. There are those who aren't affiliated with either group, though, who can still exercise the power through training they either picked up or practiced over time. They could have started out as 'Force Sensitives' -- those who basically are tuned into the 'channel', but don't have a 'remote' to control it with. Still, the potential is there. Anyone who is 'sensitive' can still turn into a Force-jockey, if they wanted to." |
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 25, 2020 13:38:23 GMT -8
*The "ideal galaxy" may have seemed utopic to some, but Aedon had a healthy respect for diversity, confrontation, and even strife. There were always going to be those who had an arm or a leg up on the competition. That was just how the galaxy-at-large worked.**Aedon knew he wasn't likely to be telling The Illusionist anything that he wasn't already aware of, but, he did desire to make one small point, if anything. There was a long pause, as if Aedon was attempting to gather his thoughts. He even raised his glass to stop thoughtfully in front of his lips before taking a swig and then setting his glass down on the arm of the chair.*
"...Have you..." *Another pause, deliberate* "...Have you ever arm-wrestled a Codru-Ji? Silly question, I know, but I'll make my point. It's actually fairly-easy, if they just use the one arm and can't brace the table with another. See, they're not coordinated enough to use just one arm effectively, unless they've trained it quite-thoroughly. Now, try to do the same thing with a Besalisk? That's just asking for an arm-sprain of some sort." *He flexed his arm instinctively, shrugging his shoulder as he did so.* "Your idea of a 'galaxy of equals' is intriguing, I'll give you that. But the galaxy is terribly-diverse from the outset, and most of us have learned how to coexist over the ages. The idea that it will simply be made better by eliminating the potential of Force-jockeys is the first fall in a domino effect toward something terrifying, in my opinion. Because, who's to say it would stop there? Arkanians are brilliant in matters of mathematics and technology, are they to be deemed a threat to other species for that? Kushiban are inherently Force-sensitive - are they to be sought out for their potential to become Force-users? Bith are incredibly-scientific, Bothans are superb at deception and espionage, Zeltrons are natural-born empaths. Each member of the galactic community holds the potential to be 'difficult' to members of other species. 'Peace' and 'cooperation' may be achievable, but often lead to stagnation and detriment. The galaxy has grown through confrontation and competition, so wouldn't it be better to affect change by bringing us up to their level? An 'equalizer' of sorts, to keep those who are Force-using zealots from being such a threat. Because it looks like - to me - that the Force is always going to be around; what should matter is how we would best be ready to combat its extremists, should they arise."
*Aedon really wasn't used to being so philosophical. He didn't tend to hang out around the 'best and the brightest', and usually if someone was smart, they were intent on bringing him harm. Which was why he was feeling particularly-guarded at this exact moment. How this individual, this "Illusionist" would react would determine how much trust he put into this whole "Organization".*
*His eyes looked over towards Jerrak.**The Twi'lek was being uncharacteristically-silent; Aedon figured it was because he dared not interrupt the man he referred to as "boss". Still, he wouldn't have minded terribly if the venerable blue-skin would have something to say at some point. If only to get him out of the hot seat for a second.*
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 25, 2020 14:19:32 GMT -8
Taking a drag on his cigarette and exhaling slowly, the Illusionist chuckled. Aedon was certainly much more of an intellect than he let on. And all the point he had just raised, in regards to other species gaining the upper hand was indeed correct. But the one key point that the Zeltron managed to hit, all on his own, was how to combat those extremists. And that was certainly the bigger part of the picture, more so than anything else. And at this stage, that was what needed to be done. Combat the extremists. Protect those who could not protect themselves from such zealots and ensure that such over-zealous devotions were curbed as best as possible.
Bravo, Mr. Montrose. And you would be precisely of the mindset that I am. The galaxy craves diversity. Conflict and competition are indeed keys to ensuring that diversity remains. And while I can appreciate and in some cases, respect the diversity that various species can offer, each unique edge that different species possess are the culmination of evolution on a scale humanity could only dream of. As diverse as humanity is in terms of greater variables in our genetic code, we are quite plain. We can be good at anything we choose, but none of it comes naturally. As you have so eloquently pointed out, Bothans are far superior at deception and espionage. Bith are scientifically inclined and Arkanians are mathematical geniuses. But all of that comes from natural evolution. Force Sensitivity may be the result of evolution, but gallivanting around the galaxy, beholden to no one, playing gods, is arrogance. Plain and simple. And its that level of arrogance that needs to be halted. Correcting that may not be the correct terminology, but adjusting that behavior is our sole purpose. Men of science, of intellect, of passion. Those are the people that invoke change in the galaxy. Not gods. Not beings with supremely over-inflated views of their place in this galaxy. And the fact that you can understand and relate to that, is an outstanding quality, Mr. Montrose. We could use a man of your principles in our ranks, devoted to our cause...
Leaving the statement open to interpretation was where he decided it was best. Aedon was able to put the pieces together quite quickly, so The Illusionist was quite confident that he'd piece it all together almost perfectly. Taking a drag off of his cigarette, he exhaled slowly, observing where the Zeltron would take the conversation next. Or if Jerrak would pipe up. Usually he remained quite during these proceedings, however, when it came to those he knew well, he did tent to chime in on occasion.
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 25, 2020 16:42:07 GMT -8
*And there it was. The other shoe finally fell. The Organization was trying to recruit him, again. Their "cause" was still a bit vague to Aedon, although he was able to piece together one thing for certain - they held a great amount of disdain for Force-jockeys. The Illusionist's terminology and phrasing was enough of an indication to that point. And that was an attitude that Aedon certainly shared, to an extent. Or, possibly, to the extreme. Those who held that power were certainly off-putting to Aedon. He generally distrusted them on principle, if not downright disliked them. He realized there was usually a person behind those powers, but often times, they tended to view the galaxy and the people in it far differently than most normal individuals. So, what was it that Aedon wasn't liking about the situation? The vagueness of their mission and cause was definitely suspect to him. That aside, was he just getting hung up on the fact that someone was trying to rope him into something? Surely, that couldn't be it. Although, Aedon really hated when someone tried to dupe him into something; so maybe that was the whole of it.**Slaking down the remainder of the scotch in his glass, he sat the glass down abruptly. It was then that he noticed he wasn't even wearing his trademark gloves. He observed his hand, turning it around and over, checking his fingernails to make sure they were clean. They were, of course.*
"All right, Mr. Magician; you've nearly sold me on all of this. Your 'Organization' certainly holds a lot of promise, from what I've been able to discern. But..." *He felt as though he had to pause, because most people never liked to hear the word 'but'* "...I'm sure you've realized that I'm not a person who trusts easily. The more trust I've put in people, the more it's led to me being--" *He subconsciously felt his hand go down to his thigh, where he once had a broken leg - a little 'present' from the Syndicate - that had healed poorly and had to be reset via a surgical cast and a bacta tank quite a while ago.* "--let down by them. If I did get involved, I'd want to be certain that if I found something objectionable to my 'principles', which you seem to keenly value, you would be willing to consider my objections and value them. I don't want to be made into some robot. I'm hoping you'll understand my concerns."
*His other hand seemed to be subconsciously tapping the armrest, almost nervously.**Aedon was becoming more and more aware of his actions, even just after they were happening. What else was bothering him? Did he feel...inadequate to the task? If he had to guess, then he probably was.*
"Also...as much as I appreciate your consideration, I can't help but think that you might be getting 'damaged goods', so to speak. I've still got a lot that I'm trying to work through, especially after..."
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 25, 2020 17:15:54 GMT -8
The Illusionist listened to Aedon with rapt, undivided attention. He took in not only the way things were said, but how they were said, and the subtle mannerisms that accompanied the words. The abrupt nature in which his now empty glass was set down. The absently checking over his hand. The pause after the word 'but'. All of it provided clues and insight into who Aedon actually was. And right now, he was providing very useful intel. Finishing his cigarette, he snuffed it out in the ashtray on the arm. Leaning forward in his chair, hands clasped together, he looked at the Zeltron and spoke.
Mr. Montrose, regardless of your opinions of whom to trust, I value my agents and employees. Each individual provides useful skills and knowledge. All of which has been tremendously helpful thus far. The concerns of my field operatives and agents are handled personally. If I wanted a robot that followed orders, I'd make one. Living, breathing individuals with actual life experience provide the adaptability and skills I look for. No droid can do that. If I didn't value you, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Even without your empathetic abilities available to use on me, I hope that I have been forthcoming enough to show you who I am as a person, despite the impersonal conditions this meeting is been held in.
Pausing for a moment, to allow what he had said to really be absorbed, he leaned back in his chair and placed his arms up on the rests.
In regards to your past experiences, whatever you require to cope or move past it, I can provide. Where you see damaged goods, I see potential. And I don't needlessly throw away potential...
It was the truth, whether or not the Zeltron could sense that due to the impersonal nature of the meeting, was another matter entirely. The Illusionist did have an eye for talent, and needlessly throwing it away wasn't his style. Everyone and everything has a use, provided one knew how to utilize it.
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Aedon Gavin Montrose
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 25, 2020 18:34:29 GMT -8
*Aedon nimbly ran his index finger along the rim of his glass, eliciting a low-ringing, musical hum from the vessel. After a few seconds, he stopped. The Illusionist's words had been weighed, considered, and now Aedon could finally tell him how they measured.*
"If that's the case, then, I graciously-accept the offer to join your Organization. I would also ask that you consider my sole-remaining crew member, Na'me He're. He has been a reliable crewmate over the years, and I've no doubt of his loyalty to me. With some measure of persuasion, I'm fairly certain he could be drawn towards your--our cause. That could be a matter for another time, though. For now, what's the next step?"
*He went back to fiddling with the rim of his glass, the same melodic tone singing throughout the room.*
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 26, 2020 18:28:48 GMT -8
Taking another drag from his cigarette, The Illusionist eyed Walker thoughtfully for a moment. Exhaling, he spoke.I've studied your service record in detail, Mr. Walker. I know that you are a Tier One operator with a colorful history. You are loyal and you care for those under your command. And you get results. While you don't always see eye to eye with your superiors, you've always been honest. And that is why you are here. I am in need of exceptional individuals that are loyal, can lead and aren't afraid to cross boundaries when the situation calls for it. And you fit that profile to a 't'. Your services will be well compensated, of course, and you will have access to a staggering array of technology that is exclusive to The Organization...The Illusionist took another drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly, allowing Walker a moment to think and speak his piece, if he needed to. Being a patient man, who got what he wanted more often than not, he was in no rush to sell his 'pitch' to Walker. He was the sort of man who would eat up that pitch with his bare hands. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2020 18:44:08 GMT -8
Walker nodded as the boss man told him where he was to go next. He wondered what the operative would be like, Walker knew that the operative was a women based on what his new boss said. It however matter little in the end as long as she takes him to this 'Nexus' and from there he would hopefully get an assignment of some kind. Standing up from the chair, Walker turned and faced the old Twi'lek and said his goodbye.
"It was nice meeting, and an absolute pleasure doing business with you."
walker smirked as he spoke and left the Twi'lek's office and made his way out of the Emporium, nodding to the bartender from earlier as he left the Emporium and headed to the edge of Port Town near the decks where he would meet with the Operative.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Mar 26, 2020 20:34:34 GMT -8
*Aedon nimbly ran his index finger along the rim of his glass, eliciting a low-ringing, musical hum from the vessel. After a few seconds, he stopped. The Illusionist's words had been weighed, considered, and now Aedon could finally tell him how they measured.*
"If that's the case, then, I graciously-accept the offer to join your Organization. I would also ask that you consider my sole-remaining crew member, Na'me He're. He has been a reliable crewmate over the years, and I've no doubt of his loyalty to me. With some measure of persuasion, I'm fairly certain he could be drawn towards your--our cause. That could be a matter for another time, though. For now, what's the next step?"
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 26, 2020 21:53:12 GMT -8
*Once again absorbing and evaluating everything that the Illusionist said, Aedon began making a mental checklist. From here, he would head back toward the docks in Port Town to meet up with Mr. Magician's head female agent. They would head from there to another location, the "Nexus", where he was to be "assessed"...that was all well and good. Aedon understood that they would need to see where he was starting from if they had any intention of bringing him to where they needed him. Whereas Aedon saw a vast expanse, though, it was likely that the Organization would be able to close that gap with a modicum of effort -- so long as the violet-haired Zeltron was willing to put the work in to do so.**As the holoman faded out of existence, Aedon was left to focus on Jerrak as the only other sole occupant of the room.*
"Well, Jerrak my friend, looks like we'll be working together again -- at least somewhat."
*He stood, bringing his glass over to the Wroshyr-wood table and setting it down before making his way over to the much-larger Twi'lek.*
"I appreciate you looking out for me, again, brother." *Reaches out his hand to shake Jerrak's* "I guess we'll be saying 'goodbye' for now, eh?"
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Mar 27, 2020 8:54:59 GMT -8
The meeting between The Illusionist and Aedon had gone smoother than one might have expected. Which was a good thing. And, in the process, Aedon had revealed he was much more of an intellectual than originally assumed, though the old Twi'lek knew better than to assume anything with any of the members of the Smuggler's Ring. Each of them possessed talents and abilities that could often surprise you. As Aedon stood up and made his way over to him, he extended his hand. Gripping the Zeltron's hand, Vao grinned.
"I always take care o' me own, kid. Yer family. 'sides, I couldn'ta let ya starve out there. Man's gotta eat, right? I imagine we'll be in touch. Take care o' yerself, kid."
While not normally the sentimental type, he did have a bit of a soft spot for the Zeltron, and even those in the Smuggler's Ring. After all, he wouldn't have sent Castle to seek out Adrien Draykon if he didn't trust any of them.
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Post by Aedon Gavin Montrose on Mar 27, 2020 17:01:06 GMT -8
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jan 24, 2022 10:37:08 GMT -8
Orrick entered Vao's Emporium on the storefront side. Shelves of dry goods, foodstuffs, day-to-day technology and various other goods were in neat rows. Near the back wall, where the counter and attendant were located, rack upon rack of ranged, melee and heavy weaponry were stored here. It quite literally was a mercenary's playground. If one couldn't find the gear they needed here to outfit themselves for a job, they didn't belong in the trade. And the long standing rule of the Emporium being neutral ground was still heavily enforced. Shiny, white droids could be seen standing against the walls, simply observing and keeping an eye on everything. To disrespect Vao's rule usually meant imprisonment or death. And imprisonment with him meant being shipped off to a facility of his choosing. Which was never a good thing. Some ended up locked up in a First Order facility, others landed in a Blackguard Imperium facility. And others still could end up anywhere else of Vao's choosing. So his rules were adhered to very strictly. More than a few of Orrick's mercenary buddies had ended up crossing the line, and weren't ever heard from again, aside from where they were being shipped. Orrick himself, knew better than to disrespect Vao, especially when more often than not, he was Orrick's employer. Sulron, a well aged Rodian and member of Vao's mercenary crew, was standing behind the counter. Orrick nodded to him as he tugged the prisoner's lead.
One scughole, as requested. Gave us quite a chase through the belt...
Orrick trailed off, knowing full well that Sulron was aware of Vao's outstanding bounties. All he could do now was wait for Sulron to summon Vao, or take the prisoner off his hands and pay him.
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Jan 26, 2022 18:32:26 GMT -8
The wizened Rodian snorted, amused at Orrick's statement about the prisoner being a scughole.
"Any lesser being would more than likely have ended up as a puddle of orange goo on one of the asteroids...it pays to hunt in your own territory, eh? No matter, bounty's alive and looks relatively unharmed. I'll summon Master Vao."
Said Sulron in Rodese. A few moments later, the aged Twi'lek strode out, dressed in his usual attire.
"Orrick, ye ole cur! Good t' see ye in one piece. Hope this dunce didn' give ye too much trouble, eh?"
Motioning for one of his mercenaries to come collect the prisoner, while waving Orrick over to the small booth that was along the wall behind the counter.
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jan 26, 2022 18:44:54 GMT -8
Not normally one to simply hand over his prisoner, being on Vao's turf, he relinquished the lead once the Nikto merc grabbed it and dragged the prisoner through the double doors behind the counter. Reaching up to release the seals on his helmet, the Mandalorian lifted his helmet off his head and seated himself at the booth, placing his bucket on the table off to the side.
"Jerrak, it's been a while. Aside from trying to run from us through the belt, no, this guy was pretty easy, in all honesty. His NovaSword could have given us a run for our credits, had he been able to get out in the open, but Henoc and I kept him inside the belt, down my old run."
Orrick smirked, knowing that Vao was well versed with his personal run through the asteroid belt, having used it numerous times in the past. Reaching into a compartment on his belt, he procured the fob and bounty puck for his prisoner.
As you saw, alive and unharmed, as requested."
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Post by Jerrak Vao on Jan 28, 2022 18:46:26 GMT -8
"Exceptional work, as always, Orrick. I knew ye'd be able t' track this one wit' wee difficulty."
The Twi-lek plucked the fob and puck off the table, slipping them into a pocket inside his vest. Pulling out a small pouch of credits, he placed it on the table and slide it across to the Mandalorian seated opposite of him. Orrick was probably one of the best and more respectable bounty hunters around. Vao enjoyed dealing with him and his brother, both. Aside from sending a small cut from their jobs back to their clan, the never haggled, nor did they try to bargain. And in return, Vao provided top quality information on their targets and compensated them accordingly, if things went sideways Or offered a significant discount on his goods, depending on how sideways a situation went.
"Yer bounty. Fer a job well done. 'n the prearranged cut o' thirty-five percent has already been sent t' yer kin."
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jan 29, 2022 7:58:05 GMT -8
Orrick listened to the Twi-lek and nodded in both agreement and thanks, as he had already taken the liberty to send a portion of his and Henoc's payment back to Belkadan, to the Awaud Enclave. It may not have been much, but it was enough to help keep his Clan afloat. Between his and Henoc's bounty hunting, and the services rendered in orbit to travelers over Belkadan, the Clan's financial situation was stable. Orrick reached for the small pouch, removing it from the table, and tucked it into a pouch on his belt. Leaning back in his seat, he eyed the old Twi-lek up for a moment, before asking the obvious question that lingered.
"I don't suppose you've got any other bounties available, do you?"
Vao always had bounties. Being apart of the Bounty Hunter's Guild and serving as the primary officers for them out on the Run, there were usually several dozen bounties at any given time, though not everyone dealt with Vao personally. Many of his mercenary crew helped handle the work load. Though there was the odd time that Vao did suggest mercenary work over some of his small time bounties, because the pay was better. Thievery, VIP escorting or extraction, and even just being a gun for hire were all part of Vao's business. Any anyone willing to put in the work and respect Vao's simple rules in his establishment, could stand to make a small fortune. During his early days as a bounty hunter, before he was the Clan Leader, Orrick had managed to do just that. His personal reserves of credits were significant, though he never went into the exact details of just how significant they were. Advertising exactly how much you were worth was bad for business.
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