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Post by The Conman on Feb 25, 2015 23:52:35 GMT -5
You want me to WHAT?
Lyra asked, indignantly, in a hoarse whisper. The Purple woman visibly frustrated by having to deal with one of the resistance's higher ups, a Human by the name of Garron.
It's no big deal, Lyra, c'mon. All you've gotta do is meet up with this guy, then do the drop. Easy-Peasy! Besides, it'll go more smoothly with a pretty face.
The Twi'lek frowned, not that the human on the other end of the comm could see her, but it made her feel better, as she made faces when he spoke, imitating him as if her were mentally challenged.
I'm not you're fucking harlot, you can just...wheel out...whenever you need some trader to get a stiffie. I do drops, that's it, that was the deal from the get go, now unless you need me to do something specific, NOT involving being you're personal, gun delivery, slut, you can fu-
Garron interjected, cutting Lyra off.
Now, Lyra, calm down. I'll compensate you well-
With WHAT? Ice Cream? Soda Pop? CAF? In-case you've forgotten, I'm a fucking Twi'lek! I can't USE Imperial Credits without getting asked a thousand questions. I'm PAID in commodity Scrip, you fuckhead!
Lyra rapped the comm unit against the wall twice, before continuing.
Fukken' HELLO, A-Hole. I'm not a whore, you can't just toss me at traders when you can't or won't take the time to be there yourself. Why don't you get your wife to go meet this idiot, eh?
Lyra asked, her tone turning icy towards the end. The woman, now leaning against the back of the large, gray veichle hangar on the Imperial Base complex, pulled a pack of tabac sticks out of a pocket on her dull orange coveralls. She pulled on out, stuck it in her mouth, and lit it with the blowtorch she was holding in her other hand, flicking it off and putting the pack back, then picking the comm up off the ledge on the side of the hangar where she'd perched it.
...I think we can work this out, Lyra. This is an important drop, and nobody can be there. If you do this, we'll owe you a favour-
One of Lyra's tattooed on eyebrows shot up, as she interjected.
What kind of favour?
She asked, with a far more reasonable tone than she'd been using previously. The man on the Comm let out a distinct sigh, before answering.
I...I don't know, a big one? Howabout that? Fuck, Lyra, just do it...why is it always like pulling teeth with you?
The Twi'lek smirked. Apparently the strategy of "Insult them until they do what you want" worked...even if she'd just been doing it because she didn't want to actually meet whoever this Bax guy was...Woman had better things to do...like sleep...and masturbate.
Fiiiinnneeeeee...I'll do it, where is he gonna be?
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Lyra stopped her speederbike just short of where the trees stopped and the beach began. The meet up location was set as the beaches a few km away from the town, Pesktda. She had no idea if it was normal to meet people in this location, but the fact that there was a...sort of...path to it meant that they'd at least used it a few times before. Lyra flipped the Hoverbike off and let is settle down onto it's landing legs, swinging her's off the side and taking off her helmet. She placed it's strap around the handlebar and just left it there, not bothering to put on her cap, her purple head bare. It was way too hot to bother, she thought, thankful to be out of her heavy overalls the Imperials made her wear, and in a simple, natural coloured sleeveless linen shirt and a pair of mid-thigh legnth linen shorts, with a pair of simple flipflos as footwear. The woman had a bag with her, containing her lunch stuff and a canteen of water, various other odds and ends...she decided to leave it with the bike, and plucked out the water, and headed along the path, towards the treeline, spying the beach beyond it.
As Lyra walked, the reason that particular beach had been chosen became apparent. There were a pair of high ridges, rising up and forming a bay of sorts, that the beach was at one end of. It's "mouth", a few Km away, at least, across from the beach, formed the entrance. Once a ship was landed, there'd be no way to see it from the ground. She stopped, and popped the canteen open, and took a drink. Even for her, as a Twi'lek, it was warm, the low sun just starting to touch the water as it set. Lyra took a quick look around, and spied a log, and padded over, sitting down to admire the view. The sun set, bookended by a pair of ridges rising up from the mouth of the bay.
Even though she'd lived there for most of her life, Garqi's views still surprised the cynical Twi'lek from time to time.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Feb 26, 2015 1:47:35 GMT -5
Bax had a certain pace that he preferred to work under during most of his business career. In his experience things always seemed to run smoother when one took a bit of extra time and relaxed after taking a long journey, Deals had a tendency to go better when tensions weren't high, and the chance of a new client shooting you on the first transaction were slim under those circumstances. Unfortunately, the junker also ran into just as many people who didn't take to kindly to his leisurely pace. As a rule of thumb Bax had told himself he was gonna work on not cutting the client's deadlines so close anymore, but he had had to make a few unavoidable stops on the way to Garqi.
The first stop had been to Nal Hutta, in search search of an old friend, simply know as The Rodian, to install a security system inside The Driter. Having an overwhelmingly stunning Togruta on his ship for a short time had taught him the true value of having one around with some some good hidden cameras and speakers, especially in the shower head or ceiling lights.
The second had been to investigate a potentially sizable amount of quality salvage up for grabs. A whole CIS battleship worth in fact, if the intel was correct. Unfortunately, the entirety of the time Bax had set aside for this detour, and the extra time to account for a safe arrival to Garqi. The worse part was he didn't even lay eyes on the vessel after wasting all that time. Instead, the junker had been buying an old prospector round after round of liquor, hoping it would be enough to loosen his lips about the coordinators he wanting. In the end though, the old man simply passed out, and wasn't in a talkative mood when he awoke from his drunk stupor.
As much as Bax wanted to stay, and give the old alcoholic a second chance to recall the location, the more pressing business seemed to catch up to him. Before that incident with the Togruta, he was transferring several crates of surplus weapons and tech to some grizzled, guerrilla types. The junker didn't ask, nor care to hear, exactly what they were about, other than that they could match his price with cold, hard unmarked credits. He would've liked spice instead, but with a price tag high enough to feed a small family comfortable for a year, Bax would take what he could get.
As soon as The Drifter exited hyperspace the junker punched the sub lights to their max outpet heading for the surface of Garqi. According to his itinerary/checklist he still had tim to arrive without potentially pissing off the client. Much to his surprise he didn't recieve the typical message from the nearest Imperial control tower, and began wondering what exactly was going on, then snapped back to attention as the air traffic blunder let him proceed even faster that he intended. Within half an hour The Drifter soared over the designated beach, before setting down its landing gear on the soft sand hidden from sight.
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Post by The Conman on Feb 26, 2015 9:22:26 GMT -5
Lyra watched the sun sink ever lower into the blue ocean of Garqi as she waited for the transport. The woman hadn't been given a precise time, only told "around sunset". It was pretty standard for the resistance to give out as little useful info as possible to people like her, lest she be captured.
That didn't stop it from being irritating as hell, and Lyra was starting to become such. She swigged back the rest of her water as her stomach growled for the 9001st time since she'd gotten there. The woman frowned, turning the canteen upside down, peering into it with her eye, as if the water was simply hiding and refusing to come out. The reality was that, as she feared, there wasn't any more. She tossed the canteen off to the right and put her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.
I didn't sign up for this...
Lyra mumbled to nobody, looking back up just in time to see the sun finally dip below the ocean, it's red afterglow the only illumination. With a huff, Lyra got to her feet off the log and padded over to the canteen she'd tossed, and picked it up, then continued on to the path. She wasn't in any hurry, just wanting to get back to the speederbike with enough time to still be able to see well enough to grab her flashlight. The woman wasn't armed, but figured if the resistance trusted somebody, they would probably not shoot her.
Hopefully.
The Twi'lek reached the speeder after a few minutes, and popped one of the saddle bags open tossing in her canteen,then fishing out a small flashlight. It was so small, in fact, that Lyra could cover the whole thing with her palm. Truth be told, she'd picked it up for like 1 credit at a store in the capital city. The woman was surprised it still worked, as she flicked it on and headed back towards the beach. Night had settled in quite fully, the last red glow of the sun only barely showing up on the horizon, the sky full of the familiar constellations. The forest around Lyra was buzzing with the sounds of various night insects and animals, as she got to the end of the path where the treeline was, and flicked off her flashlight. The starlight was easily bright enough to illuminate the beach.
She was about to go plunk down on her log again, resigning herself to what could very well be a full night waiting for some random-ass transport pilot, when she heard what distinctly sounded like a sonic boom. This prompted the woman to look up, peering into the night sky, looking for where it came from. She knew it'd be a ship, but it took a minute or two for her to pick it out from among the stars, moving across them and growing in size.
Lyra wasn't "up and up" on her ship types, but she recognized that the thing was distinctly Corellian. Simple, looked pretty durable, and had a strange three winged layout. The pilot swung the ship around, before setting it down rather gently on the beach. Whoever was flying it knew what they were doing. The Twi'lek also realized she was looking at what was probably the front of the ship, she couldn't make out who was flying it through the small amount of red light spilling out, but figured they could probably see her, so Lyra decided to wave "hello", at the cockpit, in hopes they'dve been told they were meeting a purple twi'lek.
If not, she had a Will, giving everything to either her family or her best friend, a crazy Togruta.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Feb 26, 2015 11:53:59 GMT -5
After flying like the emperor and Vader had been right behind him with a fleet of Star Destroyers since entering the system, Bax was feeling understandably a bit worn out. If he wasn't already running late he would've slumped into his chair and taken a power nap to take the edge off. At first the prospect of the client being late looked good, giving him an excuse to be asleep when they showed up, but then motion caught his eye in front of him, as the sand cloud settled back onto the beach from the landing. From this distance he couldn't make out to many details, other then the person obviously being purple and having lekku. The Junker knew it had to be a Twi'lek, yet couldn't tell if it was a man or woman at this range. Mentally he hoped it was a man, after that run in with Kara he'd gotten wary of doing business with beautiful women in general. With a long, exasperated sigh Bax rose from his chair, and gave his stiff body a long stretch. I only occurred to him that he was step above being naked when he saw his suit draped over the navigator's chair. He'd taken a shower while in route during the hyperspace jump, and couldn't have been bothered to put on anything other than just boxers. The junker couldn't have cared less about going out plant side looking like this normally, but ,again just for the sake of leaving a good experience with the customer, begrudgingly decided to start putting on his pants. Not wanting to have to meticulously clean out every grain of sand from the important components, Bax decided to not get fully suited up for this supposedly brief encounter. He slipped on his normal jumpsuit up to his waist, before tying the sleeves around his waist to keep it up, and donning his well worn boots. Lastly, he threw on a red T-shirt with 'Dex's' written in yellow Aurebesh. It wasn't until the junker pulled it over his torso that he noticed it had a few holes he hadn't noticed before. With a simple curse he decided to just ignore it for now, and went over to the wall rack holding his blaster belt. Besides obviously holding his blaster, Bax made sure he attached his panic button, newly acquired knife, and comlink before strapping it on. With all of his preparations done, he took a final breath before pressing the button to open the cargo bay doors. The sweet smell of the ocean filled the junker's lungs the moment the doors parted, and brought a wide grin to his face. Besides Mon Calamari he hadn't been to a world that wasn't a toxic mess or arid dust ball in a very long time. Garqi was literally a breath of fresh air. After basking in the scent for a few seconds more, Bax walked over to a rust colored Flare-S Swoopsitting directly on the ground. With a flick of a switch, and a loud whining of repulsors firing up, the vehicle lurked into its standard height. After sliding on a simple pair of goggles the junker hopped on the swoop, and gunned the throttle. With a roar of the engine it flew down the ramp in less then a second, before barreling down the beach with a long dust trail behind it. Less than a minute later Bax would slowly ease up on the throttle as he neared where he'd seen the Twi'lek, but not slow enough for someone to blast him off the bike if this was a setup. Honestly, it was just by luck and fast reflexes that he didn't run the poor person over, as he was distracted by a flash on the horizon for what seemed like just a moment. With a quick turn Bax narely avoided hitting the now apparent woman, and he swung the swoop in a full circle around her before bringing it to a full stop. "Sorry *cough cough* about that." He tried to say as he cut the engine, before choking on a bit of the dust cloud enveloping the pair from his quick doughnut. |
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Post by The Conman on Feb 26, 2015 21:33:12 GMT -5
Lyra cocked an eyebrow as the swoop closed on her, not quite sure what to do. For a moment she considered jumping out of the way, the man on the swoop barreling down on her, but at the last moment he deeked around her, going in a circle, kicking up a bunch of sand in the process. The woman covered her face with her arm, trying to shield her eyes from the dust and failing miserably in the process. By the time he'd stopped, she had gotten a good amount of it in her mouth, and spat, trying to clear it out.
Ass.
Lyra muttered after his apology, spitting again to get the grit out of her teeth. The Twi'lek sighed, and continued, figuring if she could get this over with she'd avoid getting any more of the environment in her body.
I'm guessing you're Bax?
She said, approaching the man on the speeder, brushing a little sand off her torso and shoulders in the process, and flicking her Lekku behind her back, closing to a few paces from him and his swoop. The Human on the device was, to her eyes, a pretty typical looking human. Typical human colored skin, hair, stubble, Lyra had always thought they all looked the same anyways. He wasn't ugly, that was certain, but didn't stand out among the Humans she'd seen previously.
I'm Lyra, and no, there's nobody else here, It's just me....
She paused, and rolled her eyes, looking away from Bax and towards the towards the entrance to the bay for a moment, hating the fact she'd have to say what she said next. She looked back to him, the spoke.
...So...you got the stuff?
She asked, half heartily, nearly expecting him to say he was there to deliver a Pizza.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Feb 26, 2015 22:21:13 GMT -5
Bax let out a short grunt after finding grains of sand in his gums as he ran his tongue over them. Leaning over the side of his swoop, away from the woman, he spat a few times, then gave his gums the same treatment to see if he'd gotten everything out. Once he was satisfied he didn't have enough left to cause any discomfort, the junker turned his attention back to the Twi'lek. Until this moment he had considered Kara's sizable milk mounds to be a solid ten out of ten, but after checking out the set on the contact he knocked the Togruta down to a nine.
"You guessed correctly."Bax stated idly, while doing his best to resist ogling her figure so blatantly. To help with the effort, he closed his eyes and turned another direction while pushing his goggles onto his forehead. With that done he swung his off leg over and dismounted the swoop.
"Nice to meet you, Lyra. No offense, but I normally don't take people at their word. It's bad business....."Bax started to explain, while starting to lean against his swoop's chassis, before stopping to chuckle at the Twil'lek's apparent disdain for the current part of her job.
"Hey. Come on, cheer up. This should be over fairly quickly if you rebels are good on the money." He continued with a wide grin, before reaching up to scratch his chin stubble.
"Yes, I have the stuff. Just not here obviously, not that you could transport the full order on that bike of yours. The deal was to take me somewhere to get a good meal to discuss where you want the goods delivered, so I'll be following you from here. I'd appreciate a place that serves steaks of some kind, if that's an option."The junker said with a returned smile, as he casually remounted his swoop and slid his goggles back down. He totally made up the getting a meal part up, but doubted Lyra was going to question it.
Plus, Bax had to see how she was going to react to all of this.
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Post by The Conman on Feb 27, 2015 22:20:49 GMT -5
There was a plan.
Involving steaks.
Somehow, Lyra had a feeling he was winging it there. He was correct about not being able to move an entire weapons drop on her speederbike, and she'd figured they'd need to work out the wheres and whens. The Twi'lek was tempted to tell him "Saturday at two" and leave it at that, but Lyra figured they sent her to do more than that. The woman was already probably on thin ice for her unwillingness to accept her assignment. Telling an arms dealer to basically "sit on it and rotate" would probably get her shot and dropped in the ocean with cement slippers.
She didn't even like the water...or slippers for that matter.
Lyra got a crooked smirk on her face for a moment while she played with the tip of one of her Lekku, trying to think of a place that served steaks and was nearby. The only one popping into her mind being a place called "Lou's". It was a sort of tourist-y beach side steakhouse that was mostly open air. Lyra had known the owner, a Duro oddly enough, with a name that was so utterly unpronounceable everybody called him "Lou", for most of her life. The prices were low, he accepted commodity scrip, which was good for Lyra, and to food was so good the Imperials turned a blind eye to his "less than human" status.
Yeah...I can make steaks happen. There's a place not far up the beach, couple of clicks tops. Foods good, beer's cold...
Lyra took a step towards the man, and his swoop, before continuing, being about an arms length away.
And you're payin', guns ain't cheap, so you can share the wealth a bit.
She said, playfully, with a smirk towards the end.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Feb 27, 2015 22:46:55 GMT -5
The way his luck normally ran Bax had imagined the Twi'lek immediantly slapping him or kicking sand in his face for the suggestion. He'd always seemed to run into trouble anytime he tried to get to know any woman better, but it seemed to be getting worse everyday as of late.
Next planet he visited the junker wouldn't have been surprised to run into Nautolan supermodel with a taste for human flesh, and not in the sexy way.
"Nice, sounds like a good place..." Bax started to say at first with a relived grin, before Lyra moved closer and put him slightly on the defensive.
"*Heh* If I'm paying for the meals, I hope something lusciously delicious will be on the 'dessert menu'." He replied to the Twi'lek with a wink and the same playful tone, but still knowing he deserved to be smacked for that one.
After Lyra would mount her own bike Bax would start his again with a loud whine from the powerful repulsors, before giving her a thumbs up and smile grin to mark his readiness
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Post by The Conman on Feb 28, 2015 20:31:07 GMT -5
Lyra shook her head chuckled, this trader was as bold as she was. If everything worked out, she'd wind up with a good deal on the guns, a decent meal ( for the first time in months ) and, hopefully, a decent shag. Not bad for a job she wasn't interested in taking, she thought to herself.
The Twi'lek noticed the wink and took it as her que to head to her speederbike, walking the short distance with her back to Bax, swaying her hips a bit more than she normally did. She grabbed her helmet, and put it on, then put the flashlight in a saddle bag and threw her leg over the side, hearing Bax's swoop come to life a ways behind her. After starting her own speeder ( with a bang and a cloud of smoke), she looked over a shoulder and saw a grin and a thumbs up from her companion. She returned the thumbs up, then coaxed her worn out speeder into the air, a meter or so off the ground. The woman pointed it towards the bay, the repulsor craft having no issue zipping over water, as long as it was fairly shallow, and taking off up the coastline, leaving the beach behind but hugging the edge of the water to avoid the deeper parts of the bay.
After a few minutes, she reached the mouth of the bay, and cranked the nearly 20 year old 74-Y to the left, intercepting the beach and running up it. The bike, being that it was old as hell and maintained with a combination of duct tape, bailingwire, and hope, was anything but fast. Lyra felt it start vibrating, and looked down at the speedometer, the indicator creeping past 160 km/h. The Twi'lek's better judgement kicked in and she backed off the throttle, slowing down to a more reasonable speed.
It wasn't long before they reached the "beach entrance" to Lou's, Lyra noting there seemed to be only a few bikes there, none of them looking particularly imperial. She pulled up near the stairs leading from the beach to the tiki-styled establishment and stopped her bike's engines. The intent was it'd settle down gently onto it's landing legs, but the old Speeder just hit the beach with a dull "thud.".
Once Bax had squared his, far nicer, swoop away, Lyra gestured somewhat triumphantly towards the wooden stairs with an arch over the bottom. There was an obviously hand painted, by somebody who wasn't an artist, faded sign over them that said "Lou's Bar and Gri", the part wit the "ll" having fallen off at some point in the distant past.
Doesn't look like much, but it's the best food on Garqi.
She said, starting towards the stairs.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Feb 28, 2015 21:22:04 GMT -5
After watching Lyra mount her own swoop Bax had to knock Kara down to a nine on the perfect ass scale too. Almost, seriously almost, felt bad for judging and objecting the two women like this, but it helped eased the the hard truth he probably get to know either as intimately as he'd like. However, that look and chuckle the Twi'lek after his comment, sounded less meanspirited than he had anticipated, and there seemed to be the slightest chance he might get laid that night.
The prospect brought an ear to ear smile to the junker's face after they started their journey, until a bug impacted his front two teeth almost immediately. Having to scrape the remains of the juicy insect out from his mouth was awful, but the fact the luge containing the bits and pieces flew back into his shirt, also simultaneously as he spit it out, made it infuriating.
In his rush to make sure the insect's guts wouldn't stain one of his favorite shirts, Bax unknowingly crossed over the ocean trailing behind Lyra. For a split second he nearly panicked, but kept his cool after considering they hadn't had any issues yet. This was honestly the first time he'd rode his swoop oln a world like this, and didn't know until now that they could drive over water. Not that he would ever admit this former ignorance to anyone.
The rest of the journey, instead of enjoying the admittedly stunning landscape, the junker watched the Twi'lek's speeder bike with genuine sympathy and alarm. The swoop he was riding was not exactly a top tier racing machine anymore, but it could still get around well and had some reliability, Lyra's bike sounded like it was begging for death in droid speak.
Upon arriving at the restaurant Bax contemplated putting the old girl out of her misery, but imagined that would bring his chances for a great dessert done to zero. Following behind Lyra, and enjoying the rear view here and there, he had to admit Lou's was just perfect to him. In his experience, on more backwater agri worlds like this you're lucky if you can find a place with four steady walls, let alone a good roof overhead as well.
"It's perfect, place seems to be a real diamond in the rough. Guess I can really say the same for you too." Bax remarked with a grin, as he held open the saloon style door for Lyra to enter first.
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Post by The Conman on Feb 28, 2015 22:53:20 GMT -5
She smirked.
Why thank you, but if you think think this-
She gestured to herself.
-is impressive, you should see me after a shower!
She said with a laugh, scooting past Bax and into the establishment. The woman wasn't wearing makeup, and had been at work all day. The fact she had a male interested was a bit amusing to her. Lyra wasn't stupid, she knew what she looked like, but it was mildly hilarious to her just how useful her body had become. That being said, she was also thankful the man wasn't ugly, or deformed. As a matter of fact, to her, he wasn't bad looking for a Human. Lyra had done the horizontal hula with far uglier, fatter, and older imperial officials to get info and documents. To her, given his willingness to pay for her food ( and maybe booze...if he protested, Lyra resolved to let him "put it in her bum" as payment ), and his looks, she counted him as a "score".
The restaurant was a simple affair. To their left, was the Bar, stretching from one end to the other of the 15m or so across room. Behind it were various bottles of booze and a few taps on it, holoscreens behind played various sports. To their right was the seating area, a bunch of identical, simple tables with 4 chairs around each, big enough for 4 people to sit at and eat without getting in eachother's way. The walls were simple wooden affairs with a half meter space at the top where it met the thatched roof, allowing the breeze from the sea to come through. The whole place was lit by a combination of wall mounted lights and hanging ones, bathing the place in a sort of orange, incandescent glow. It wasn't very modern, as was evidenced by the creaky wooden floors, and the charcoal smell wafting in from behind the establishment, but the smell of the cooking food made most people get over that in a hurry.
As Lyra moved through the place, she waved at a black haired woman behind the bar, who nodded over to Lyra.
Just sit yerself down wherever darlin', I'll be over to take care of 'yah in a sec.
She said from behind the bar, disappearing out the door behind it.
Lyra gestured towards the bar and headed over, a younger, dark haired woman with similar looks and build to the one who'd just vanished coming over, signaling her as the older ones daughter.
Hey, Lyra. What can I get for yah?
Couple of Degora's?
Sorry, we're outta pilsner...we've got Corellian Ale though!
The woman said cheerfully, bending over and pulling a couple of the brown bottles out, basically making Lyra's choice for her. The Twi'lek wasn't a fan of it, but it'd do until the older woman was around to take orders.
Well then...
Lyra mused, picking up one of the already sweating bottles and looking over at Bax, gesturing to the other bottle with hers by tilting it towards a little.
You ok with this stuff?
She asked Bax, leaning her back against the bar, hoping he'd pick a table in the nearly empty restaurant.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Feb 28, 2015 23:37:47 GMT -5
Bax's ear to ear grin returned in full force after Lyra passed by him with another sultry comment. By his own admission his lines were pretty corny at best, but the Twi'lek seemed to be eating them up and dishing out her own. The back and forth conversation was starting to wish they could just skip things and go to the dessert, yet the junker know there probably wouldn't be any dessert without a nice, expensive dinner.
Bax had to chuckle under his breath at his honestly poor choice of women, and his complete disregard for trying to do anything differently. He didn't care this point if he was just a means to an end for whoever he was lusting after at the moment, as long as he at least got paid. Getting laid was just an extremely nice bonus.
Two steps inside of Lou's, and the junker was hit by a wave of nostalgia thinking about his family's club. Outland Station was all about industrial and utilitarian motifs instead, so no tiki bars, but The Drunken Dianoga had the same basic layout as here. Sad part was Lou's apparently couldn't afford table dancers or girls in cages hanging from the ceiling. The DD had been the best place to grow up in as a young horny boy.
Wheeving his way around the chair sets, Bax looked over them with the attention of a professional critic, before picking out the one with the least chipped wood and lingering grease stains. Not thinking about the structural integrity of the chair he decided to pull back, the junker sat down heavily and felt the wood nearly give way underneath him. Thankfully, after shifting his weight around on it several times, he imagine the chair had enough life in it to last at least ahwile more.
"Yeah, I'm good with that. Thanks." Bax said, only half paying attention, as he tried to flag down the waitress to their table. The woman took longer arriing than his stomach honestly liked, but the junker suddenly felt a sort old endearment toward her, after noticing the older woman reminded him of his mom.
Once Lysa joined him with the drinks he'd raise his menu, before calmly placing his order with a smile grin. "Yeah...I'll take a thick cut of the nerf steak, medium rare, with mashed tubers and whatever greens you got, ma'am."
"Buy whatever you like, I can afford it." Bax remarked, with a slight elbow nudge to Lyra's, before taking the first refreshing swig of the ale.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 1, 2015 0:59:18 GMT -5
Lyra followed Bax as he searched for a table. The man seemed to be looking for something, Lyra thought, as he finally selected a throne. Lyra, not nearly as picky, simply plunked down across from him, waiting for him to finish placing his order. Though he looked at the menu, Lyra didn't need too. She already knew what she wanted. It wasn't that she was a regular, far from it, it was that working on the Imperial base had given her exposure to the vast majority of Lou's menu. The Officers would make their underlings go and pickup orders, a job Lyra had done more than a few times.
The Waitress turned to her.
Never thought I'd say this, but, what'll it be, Lyra?
The waitress asked kindly.
Dwarf Bantha ribs.
What kinda sauce, dear?
That...sweet and hot one, I dunno the name...
Lyra said, hoping the waitress would know.
Sweet'n'Spicey, what'll you want with it?
Lyra shook her head, she wasn't picky.
Surprise me?
She asked, knowing that wasn't a bad idea at Lou's. The waitress smirked.
Alright hon, I'll be round in a bit to see how y'all are doin'.
She said, nodding to Bax before heading off, yelling something about a fried doorstop at the kitchen.
Lyra looked back to Bax, with a quizzical look on her face. When they were looking for a table he'd seemed to be looking for something, examining the chairs and tables as they went before he selected the seats they currently occupied. She took a swig of the beer she'd nearly forgotten about.
So...you seem to know your way around one of these-
Lyra gestured to the "area" around her, implying the building, the restaurant.
-Places. Didja work in one before?
She asked, taking another drink, then leaning her chair back with a creek onto it's two back legs.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Mar 1, 2015 1:35:59 GMT -5
Bax wasn't exactly partial to beer, being more of a hard liquor kind of guy, but the cool ale was going a long way to quench his thirst today. It'd been quite a long dry spell since his last drink. Not including this one he'd been to at least two planets since picking the weapons on Mon Calamari, and there he'd only tried a few local cocktails.
As a rule of thumb, not drinking while in the middle of a business transaction was part of the the junker's code, but he'd make an exception this time. By the time Lyra finished placing her order Bax had finished offed his ale, and gesturing at the bartender for another.
His Twi'lek friend's next insightful question kind of caught him off guard, and led to him putting on a wide grin and letting of an amused chuckle. While Lyra leaned back, Bax leaned forward and rested both elbows on the table before speaking.
"Well, guess you can say that. My family owns a night club, and I more or less grew up waiting tables and washing dishes. Every night one of my duties was to check the tables for any fresh damage we might have missed. Scratches, knife wounds, etc etc. I guess I'm still wired to check for those things." He explained, with a childish smirk while remember the simplistic joy of those days.
For the sake of not break another of his rules, the junker tried to keep personal information ambigous as possible. The last thing he needed was the old DD to become a target, if any Imps were listening in.
"So, what about you? When did you get into....the delivery business?"
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Post by The Conman on Mar 2, 2015 11:11:43 GMT -5
Lyra nodded as Bax explained what he'd done growing up. The Twi'lek had to admit, growing up waiting tables and washing dishes would have beaten her upbringing, stuck in a refugee camp and scrounging for everything. Though, Lyra also realized her misfortune was more due to her species than anything else. Had the empire not been a "thing" she'dve been back on Dantooine, working on a farm.
But, then she'dve never gotten into, as Bax put it, "the delivery business."
The woman chuckled when she heard the question, and took a swig off her beer, continuing to lean back on the chair. Lyra had to admit, she wasn't entirely sure how to answer. It wasn't that she was worried about giving away her affiliation, Lou's was dead and the waitress would have given her some kind of a signal if there were imperials around, but that she really hadn't ever thought about it.
Well..
She said, taking a sip of her drink while she thought.
Never really thought about it. Now that you ask though, I grew up here, in the camp just outside of town, never really had regular work, so I tinkered. Wound up getting pretty good at it and now I deliver things to people...who need things delivered?
Lyra more asked than "said", with a bit of a nervous giggle at the end. The reality was that Lyra didn't typically deliver guns, or money, but information. She would deliver a memory card or stick full of useful stuff to a contact, and get toilet paper or Scrip...sometimes even butter, as payment.
The woman shrugged, and continued on.
I unno, ultimately I think it was when I realized being barefoot, dirty, and poor all because I'm purple and have headtails was a really shitty deal. I mean, I could work in the caf fields, but fuck that, it's hot and I'm lazy.
Lyra said, shrugging and chuckling, then taking another drink off her rapidly finishing beer.
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