Juvex City

Their talking gave them away. Admirers from Nar Shaddaa, no doubt. She knew just whose nose would be tweaked enough to send them too. She didn't bother to try talking to the Zabrak, her DL-44 fired off a shot to his head and the guy slumped over. She waved the kid on towards the ship before she started looking through the pockets of the dead man to confirm her suspicions. The datapad taken and the bodies left to be cleaned up, she called over to Spectre as she started jogging to the bay.

"You fight pretty good for a drunk. Come on. Let's get off this rock."

1 hour, 59 minutes and 58 seconds after Bateman left, A red twilek slave walked up to the ramp of the Wayfarer. She was trailed by seven men and women in gray boring cloths, and slave collars aswell. While the red Twilek slave seemed to act as if she was the Mistress of the world, the rest behind her owned the faces of broken, given up sad souls. Most of them brought unintresting bags, looked like personal belongings, beside one, who was a cloth hanger for bags marked with large red pluss sign.

The Red twilek walked up to the first person she met on the ramp and put a paper clip in their hands. It was a cargo manifest controll form, with the people listed behind her as products, products with value in money upon damadged arrival, the ammount of payment arranged by Bateman and Adrien just 2 hours before, and a destination. Kessel.

-Gaia, Mistress Of the Crucible.-
"Please, sign the form, and you can be on your way. They have food and water enough for the trip, also, hygene packs and they wont bother anyone. If they do, Talk to the foreman there."

"Hmm?" Erly looked up at the man who quickly caught up her, her eyes wide and full of hope. She was certain now, that she'd seen him earlier exiting the ship she was heading for. He seemed to be a spacer for sure, with a fairly strong temper, and the capacity for diplomacy when necessary as well. Without realizing it, she was already analyzing him and computing whatever information she could see. She decided however, that she liked him better when he was calmer and more pleasant. Well, who wouldn't? Aside from masochists and people who love to see an angry man maybe.

Now, to see if she couldn't ask for a ride off this planet. Somehow, she'd decided she'd seen all there was to see of Juvex, little of which she found particularly appealing. And the volume of individuals with those disconcerting collars? *shiver* Yeah, she somehow had the feeling it wouldn't be too hard for herself to end up wearing one of those herself if she stuck around here too long. Not normally one given to naive trust, she had actually a few reasons to be portraying herself so helplessly in need of assistance: For one, she really was in need of assistance, and it was always better to get on someone's good side, especially if they were her means to getting out of here.

While it could be foolhardy to believe that this man wouldn't actually victimize her if he thought she was as naive as she appeared to be, she had the feeling he wasn't out for blood. Call it insanity, call it instinct, it didn't matter. She just felt she could trust him, and only time would tell her if she was wrong to feel so about him, and she waited to see what he wanted to say to her or ask. "Sorry about bumping into you like that." She said. "Normally, I'm a lot more alert, but those crates blocked my view of the corner, and you were kinda quiet."

She nodded her head, in response to his advice not to apologize, especially in a hive of scum and villainy like this. Well not in so many words, but the sentiment remains, all things considered. And he certainly figured out her plight easily enough. She definitely wanted off the planet now. But what was that about helping fill in the rest of the cabins? Hmm...Erly's mind began to calculate a few things, and formulated theories behind his statement. She didn't exactly have a lot of money left, but she could offer an acceptable sum to this man...at least, she hoped. But the problem was, she - and this was utterly strange even to herself - didn't want to go home. She didn't care to go back to Corellia and dreary CorSec. Heck, not even her supposed Control Officer had bothered to make a single contact with her after she'd been dropped off months ago. Were they trying to tell her something? Well, no matter, after slaving 22/6 for several years for them, and being still decidedly young, she figured, why the heck not? And as impulsive as it was, she felt like she'd rather stick around with this man, for now. She only hoped she wasn't going to regret this.

"Well..." she started, "...I don't exactly know a lot of people here, to be perfectly honest, other than a few surprisingly pleasant Jawas, but...uhm..."

She scratched her head, then reached into her small backpack, and fished out a small purse, offering it to him. It was all the money she had, and it was probably enough to buy fuel and even food for about half a month. Her savings, and what's left of her money. "It's all I have, and if it's not enough, I can totally work for the ride off this planet. In fact, I have no real destination other than 'away from here'. Will this do?"

Fenrir looked over towards the door from the cargo bay area, briefly studying the new comer, before his attention was drawn to Leeza, who made no attempt to hide her disgust of the situation. He was sure she had her reasons, but they weren't his to pry into, at least not right now anyway. All he did was smirk as he crossed his arms, quite certain his response would do little to calm her down
=Fenrir Asikari=
Well, as far as I can tell, these are our 'passangers', or I suppose I should say, our cargo. Adrien will be back soon, take it up with him...

Adrien quickly snatched the purse out of her hand as she offered it and felt the weight then looked inside. Credcoins, Republic issued currency. He shook the bag and listened for the distinct jingle of the coins to authenticate, it was a difficult sound to reproduce and if you were able to they were passable counterfeits. He nodded and pocketed the bag then headed toward the city's downtown district. "C'mon Blondie." He said as he continued walking away.

As they walked Adrien's eyes remained forward as he scanned the street for trouble that might be headed there way, a few bums here, a couple hookers there, nothing that seemed out of the ordinary for a city like this. All in all it wasn't a terrible place, the slaves seemed to be treated well enough aside from the fact that they were slaves of course. It wasn't something that Adrien liked but he accepted it for what it was, none of his business. Still, he didn't like being here, appearances are usually deceiving and the pig men walking around made him uncomfortable, slave collars or no, and there was the horrid stench that rolled off their pudgy bodies. It really polluted the air to an offworlder who may not be used to the beasts. Which the thought reminded him of why he was searching for his igniter in the first place, his cigarettes would mask that odor with a sweet smell.

He reached up and took his cigarette from behind his ear and placed it between his lips then after a very short pat down he located his igniter and lit up. He inhaled once to get it burning and then let the tobac slow burn. It might have seemed odd to anyone paying close attention but he only had one and he wanted it to last until he was back home and off this planet. He glanced at Erly as they walked and wondered what would bring her to a place like this, if it was an accident or if she intended to come here or maybe someone dropped her here. He was certainly curious about her. "You know you shouldn't just hand people your money," he said with a slight smirk, "I could have been lying to you about taking you offworld. You're either not from places like this or you're really good at making people think you're not, and I'm going to assume it's the former and give you a bit of advice. Don't trust anyone. People see a pretty girl with a lost look on her face in places like this and they get ideas, take advantage of her or worse. End up dead, or in one of these stylish collars around here." He glanced over at her again, this time he lingered a little longer, "Not to say I'm gonna do that, I'm just sayin' it happens." He looked up at a red neon sign that read "Wonko's Weary Traveler" which wasn't the most creative name for a bar but it seemed like a place made for offworlders so that's where Adrien would go, "That place looks like a good place to find what we're lookin' for."

"Adrien." He replied in kind with a smile. He didn't disagree that sometimes you just have to gamble, but he preferred to count the cards. Nonetheless, he was impressed with her confidence in her judgement and this time she had bet on the right swoop, so to speak, and went with Adrien with nothing but a gut feeling. Adrien knew that wouldn't always be the case but perhaps these moments of intuition were more common for her than he gave credit, a good trait for any would-be spacer.

He activated the door and stepped inside with Erly close behind, he checked the 'ladies first' mentality at the door knowing this was a rough place and if they were walking into trouble he'd get the brunt of it before they made their exit. He stood in the doorway and looked around the bar before he continued in, the place was dark and dingy, but had all the markings of your typical spacer pit stop, a dirty little menu, the smell of greasy and charred food, a few broken chairs and stools, and nicks and scratches covered every table. There was a smoky haze around the bar and of course a pick up Sabacc game in the corner accompanied with the typical trash talking banter and grizzled laughter. The layout was typical of a many cantinas around spaceports, a long bar in the center, a row of mostly unoccupied tables that filled the floor between the walls and the bar, and circular booths that lined the walls.

Upon seeing the patrons Adrien could tell where this tavern got it's name. It was easy to spot the different types of patrons, it was the same in nearly every cantina from here to Tatooine, the regulars sat at the bar along with a few small time spice dealers, the young and inexperienced spacers who had yet to make enemies sat at the tables or the old ones who just didn't give a damn anymore, as did potential passengers who didn't travel the fringes often, and in the booths were the more seasoned fringers both transporters and passengers alike. Finding an empty booth in places like these was always a challenge but Adrien got lucky and spotted one from the door. The two quickly made their way through the tables and to the booth where Adrien took his jacket off and threw it in the seat. "Wait here." He said to Erly, offering her a seat before walking to the bar.

He waited for only a moment before the portly Twi'lek bartender made his way to Adrien. From the booth Erly might be able to see Adrien slide something across the bar to the bartender who then looked around before picking up and dropping it in his pocket with a smile. He then got Adrien a couple of drinks and went about his business. Adrien, with the drinks in hand, started back toward the booth and hand put Erly's drink in front of her before saying "Scoot over" with a smile and attempting to sit himself down next to her if she allowed him room.