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Post by Mr. Slender on Mar 2, 2015 17:13:35 GMT -5
For probably the first time ever, minus that first night he spent in an imperial prison, Bax seriously contemplated why he hadn't just stayed back on Outland Station working at the DD. At the time his reasoning was that a life away from home was the natural course of all beings, and that the Imperial Navy was calling to him, like his brother before. However, in hindsight, it was probably a very stupid idea.
All and all Outland Station was by and large ignored by the new order, too big for pirate assaults, and just seedy enough for some sporadic excitement. Plus, how many people could drink all they want from the bar, have a legacy already lined up for them, or could get away with not tipping the table dancers well. The more Bax thought about it the more stupid he seemed to himself back then.
If he had stayed his dad definitely would've handed the keys to the DD over to him by now, and he'd be the one enjoying primo cigars and free lap dances. At this point the junker doubted the bouncer would even let him in, new scruffier appearance not withstanding, he hadn't left on the best of terms with either parent.
Thankfully, the waitress returned with two fresh beers before Bax's self-loathing kicked in full force. With his attention on Lyra once again, his smile slowly returned he joined her in chuckling at the last bit of her statement.
"I know it doesn't mean much, but at least let one human say sorry on behalf of the Empire." The Junker said in a suddenly solemn tone, before taking a long sip from the new beer. "Believe it or not, I used to work for those dicks. Not doing anything genocidal or even violent by the way, but I did. Ended up leaving over a civil rights dispute you can say."
"So, ever thought about getting off this rock, or is that perfect ass of yours too lazy for that too?" Bax asked with a wide, playful grin, honestly regretting he mentioned being an Imperial at one point. He was REALLY going to hate himself if he didn't get laid after that.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 6, 2015 21:30:50 GMT -5
Lyra was about to respond to Bax's admission, when he asked her about leaving the planet.
She snerked, nearly shooting the beer she was swallowing out her nose when he asked, letting her chair fall back forwards and catching herself with one hand, and using her beer hand to poorly cover her face. The woman's eyes watered as she tried to not laugh while swallowing the beer. After a moment or two, she'd managed to get herself back under control, and rubbed her eyes with her free hand while chuckling.
Wow...You said that...You can't say shit like that while I'm trying to drink...
She said with a stupid grin, and a laugh, picking up a napkin from a silver dispenser on the table ( OOC: BECAUSE WHY NOT ), and wiping her eyes with it, then putting it down on the side of the table and returning to her "propped" position. Bax was one of the better people she'd decided to fuck in the last little while. Quick witted, good looking, and bold. Definitely a "sploosh" in her book.
She continued, her grin turning into a smirk.
I've thought about it, yeah, I think I might even try out my "space legs" a little later on....
She let out a full on laugh, her mind jumping to Bax saying something stupid again and making her choke.
...PROVIDED you don't drown me in the process!
She said, gesturing to him with the bottom of the beer, then taking a drink.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Mar 6, 2015 22:33:48 GMT -5
A beyond wide grin spread across Bax's face as he watched his Twi'lek friend's reaction to his diverting joking. Thankfully, it worked better than he hoped smoothing over after letting slip he'd been in the past. Ironically, the junker had told himself he'd never do that mistake again just a few days ago.
Either way, Lyra seemed to have enjoyed his 'Perfect ass' comment enough to let it slide. At least he hoped so.
"Sorry, sorry. I'll save all future comments about your ass for when your mouth isn't full." Bax replied back with a devious grin and a wink in her direction. In his mind Lyra was quickly turning into the most enjoyable woman he'd ever met. Being jawdroppingly gorgeous aside, she was a lively one and seemed to enjoy simple things and corny humor as much as he did.
After her next line the Bax joined her in a hearty laugh before speaking again. "I'll keep my more colorful statements too a minimum for, I don't think you want to snort the next..."liquid" that goes in your mouth later." He continued with his same devious smile, until the waitress returned with a tray full of food.
After giving his sincere thanks to the woman, and a hefty tip in advance, Bax looked down at the appetizing steak with a ravenous gleam in his eye. "What better way to ready for dessert..." The Junker stated offhandly, while immediately starting to slice off his first bite.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 6, 2015 23:56:15 GMT -5
Lyra cocked an eyebrow at Bax's "liquids" comment, having to piece together what he'd meant in her head before it finally clicked. She was about to say something when the food arrived. She looked up at the waitress as the plate was placed down, and heard Bax mumble something about "desert". Lyra figured she was probably the subject, something that was totally ok based on how good the ribs she'd ordered smelled.
The Twi'lek noticed Bax taking a bite or two and decided to give him a minute to eat, and herself some time to split the ribs apart with the provided knife so they'd be more easily edible. The whole rack wasn't exactly maneuverable, and one glance at the plate and Lyra knew she'd have leftovers. After slicing the ribs apart into individual ones, she figured they should move onto talking business. It was obvious she was sent to get the lay of the land, and to figure out weather or not he could actually deliver the goods. Not that Lyra would know either way, to her the man's ship looked like it could carry all the things, and he seemed agreeable.
She frowned, for a moment, before returning to a more neutral expression, and looked over at Bax.
Sooo...I'm kinda not entirely sure what I'm supposed to do here. Like, don't gemmie wrong, I'm not bitchin', but...like, they just told me to go there, meet you -
She nodded towards Bax, and flicked her fork in his direction.
- Then figure out weather or not we can trust you to fly in guns?
Lyra more asked than "said", being genuinely unsure of her actual role in the events, taking a bite out of one of her ribs, and being geinuinely surprised by it's smoky goodness.
Mmm!
She mumbled, without opening her mouth and gesturing down towards the plate.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Mar 8, 2015 17:46:08 GMT -5
As backwards as it seemed, the nearly euphoria inducingly delicious steak steered Bax's mind away from thoughts of enjoying a passionate night with Kyra. Instead, all of his senses and brain function seemed fully involved in experiencing every blantant or subtle nuances between this masterpiece, and every other steak he'd had before. The junker had sampled this same meal at restaurants from Coruscant to Ord Mantell, yet somehow this one eclipsed them all.
In his quest to pick up on any particular ingredient that may have been the culprit, Bax took only meager slices off of the steak from the first piece on. Eat was only after five or so bites that he decided to try his generous helpings of sides. Not feeling the same need for restraint as he did for the steak, the junker shoved a large spoonful of the mashed tubers into his waiting maw. Unfortunately, they weren't as chunky as he would've liked, but had a nice bit of spices, and what he assumed to be nerf butter, to add a great deal to the flavor.
Just as Bax went to try the collection of unknown green stalks next to the tubers, Lyra's voice caught his attention. It took a lot of willpower, but he resisted the urge to continuing eating while she talked. The junker didn't want her to have to wait for him to stop chewing to get an answer.
"No offense, but your compatriots don't seem to have their shit together. I'm obviously happy they sent you to greet me, but they set this up sloppily. On an imperial held world like this I'm used to dropping my goods, grabbing my money, and dusting off for my next job within an hour or two max." He explained, before taking a sip of his beer and clearing his throat.
"I'm sure they didn't tell you this, but I normally deal with a very limited clientele. People I know for sure aren't gonna double cross me, and know that they can trust me to be an honest businessman. The only reason I'm even considering adding you guys to my client pool is word of mouth from a friend of mine. He says you're good for it, so here I am." Bax continued in a methodical and matter-of-fact manner.
"All that's left to do is for you direct me to where you want your merchandise, or give me the coordinates, and that will be that. If you've never been up in a ship before, I'd be more than happy to give you a ride in mine." The junker said, with a wide grin after his offer. He didn't mean anything erotic by that cornily last line, but wouldn't correct Lyra if she thought he did.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 8, 2015 19:55:50 GMT -5
Lyra nodded slightly as she listened to Bax, nibbling first the rib she was holding, then starting on another. The woman had to admit, she had no idea what "professionals" looked like to begin with, and neither did her leadership, probably. As was evidenced by Bax's explanation, she was pretty convinced that the Garqi group was a bit "subpar". That wasn't to say she was any less interested in their cause, but it did serve to open Lyra's eyes a bit to just how far they had to come. Their sloppy nature aside, Lyra had a sneaking suspicion that they'd sent her because they wanted her to figure out all the details Bax had asked for, and were trusting her to figure out a "fair price.".
Lyra looked down at her plate and thought while Bax was finishing up his explanation, asking her if she'd like a ride in his ship. Lyra wasn't sure weather or not he was trying to get into her pants, a task he'd already accomplished by simply feeding her, or weather he was legitimately asking if she'd like to go for a ride. She put the now bone down and picked up another rib off her plate, then put it down, as the reality of the situation dawned on her.
The Resistance had sent Lyra to meet with Bax because they were probably still word of mouth on him too. Lyra was hot, smart, and most importantly, expendable. Lucky for her, the man opposite her wasn't a murderer, but a business man with an eye for non-human females.
A moment or two after Bax stopped speaking, Lyra responded.
Well...I unno if that's ALL there's left too do...
She said, locking eyes and wearing a small smirk. She waited a beat and propped herself up on the back two legs of her chair again, holding her beer in one hand and playing with the tip of a lekku in the other.
I figure this, I know a place where you can drop the guns and gear and nobody'll find 'em. I can put the coords into your nav system, as far as the funding goes, I unno what a fair price for whatever it s your delivering is, but I'm sure the management will pay it. Just name it and I'll send it up the chain.
Lyra took a swig off her brew, as if to finalize her thought.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Mar 8, 2015 20:43:32 GMT -5
Bax's smile widened tenfold and he let out a short burst of laughter after hearing Kyra's response. Besides basically confirming the factbhe was indeed getting laid that night, it had struck a cord with the junker for being genuinely funny to him. He'd been so focused on the suggestive 'give you ride' portion of his words, that he didn't even think about her putting a spin on 'do' instead.
Bax didn't squirt beer from his noise after that line, but still got the same kick she had earlier.
After taking in another spoonful of the mashed tubers he had a sudden epiphany, while watching Lyra idly playing with one of her lekku. Before Kara and her the junker had known many togruta or twi'leks socially, or intimately, and he curious did all non-humans with them liked to play with the things. Running the thought through his mind, he came up with nautolans as the only other race with lekku. Bax knew this was pointless and a waste of brain power in the end, but still wanted to know for the sake of knowing.
Lyra's next words helped break him from the internal mystery, yet helped raised another as he gave her alluring figure another look over: did bigger lekku mean bigger breasts? He, and the galaxy, were desperate for the answer.
"Alright, sounds like a solid plan. I wish I could tell you what the price was off the top of my head, but I left the calculations on my datapad, and that is back on my ship. For all the crates I think the price range was somewhere in the 100,000 range or so." He replied, gradually gaining a slight frown after his short term memory failed him.
"We can finish this meal later onboard my ship, if you want to go ahead and handle the business at hand. I figure once we get that done we'll have the whole night to ourselves, maybe the morning too if you don't have work. Either way, breakfast is on me." Bax said, maintaining a suggestive smirk throughout his suggestion.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 8, 2015 21:33:51 GMT -5
Lyra nibbled on, and finished another rib, and picked up another one and started working on it while Bax spoke. His estimate of 100 000 credits sounded like a lot. Then again, Lyra had no clue weather it was or not, partly because of her lack of experience, and partly because of her lack of familiarity with the actual Value of a credit. Being non-human meant Lyra's use of Credits was strictly for non-legitimate enterprises.
She dropped another bone down on the plate with a quiet clatter, and picked up her next one, the other half of the rack still to go.
As Bax continued to talk, the offer of heading back to the ship was appealing. Lyra was basically full, and now nearly 3 beers into her night. He was well and truly into her pants, and she was totally ok with that. It wasn't that she wanted things to be over with, as she usually did when she had to "pay" for something with her body, but she wanted to get to the fun part. She could put the ribs in a bag and take them with, she figured, for a snack later or even lunch the next day.
Lyra shrugged and nodded.
Sounds good to me, I'm full anyways. Besides, if you're bite is as good as your bark, I'll be needing a snack later.
Lyra said with a devious grin, draining the last of her beer and nodding to the waitress to come over. She lowered her chair down onto all four legs, picking up a napkin and starting to wipe off her fingers.
But yeah, let's get outta here, work out the details, cross the p's and q's, dot the t's and cross the i's, then have some fun.
Lyra said with a grin and a cackle.
The woman understood what her role was, finally, and why she'd been tapped to go. The management knew her well enough to know that what was happening, was happening. Lyra wasn't sure why they specifically wanted Bax laid, but it occurred to her that it probably had to do with the "sloppy" comment he'd made earlier. They knew they were, and Lyra was a sentient apology, a sort of purple peace offering, to smooth over any ruffled feathers.
That and Lyra's handler had noticed her ribs a few days prior and probably felt bad that she wasn't eating regularly.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 21, 2015 22:18:03 GMT -5
Foot patrol.
Not one of the greatest parts of the job, but that was overwhelmingly due to the generally stiff, constrained feeling of the white armor. TK-8045 had to admit he wasn't at his most comfortable. That was simply because the way the armored plates rubbed was always a little disconcerting. And he couldn't sit down very effectively. How the Empire expected stormtroopers to fight in their armor was absurd. Maybe the dimensions were all still factory set to Jango Fett proportions. The recruits weren't though.
Damn my stubby legs...
"Hey, F-Bomb," Lorik Rorin said to his compatriot in armor.
"What is it 8045?" Private Frellik answered back.
"You know there's nothing happening on Handon Street. Let's cut over one, hit the waterfront. Get some caf drinks at Lou's."
Frellik was silent as they walked, ostensibly weighing it over. The expressionless frown on the white helmet always made it seem a little uncertain though. Why they had the facial expression he couldn't say.
"All right. But if we get shit for it, I'll say you ordered me to."
Lorik blinked behind his helmet.
"Wait, so you're saying I outrank you?"
There was a moment of silence, followed by a very long sigh from Frellik as the stormtroopers changed their patrol towards Lou's.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Mar 22, 2015 20:47:21 GMT -5
Immediately after Lyra agreed to his suggestion, Bax redoubled his efforts in attacking the remaining steak on his plate. She might have been full, but he was far from it. After his twi’lek friend handling signaling the waitress as well, the junker shoveled another large mouthful of mashed tubers into his mouth with a satisfied grin as he lightly chewed them.
Bax was a quarter second away from pushing another slice of steak into his maw, when Lyra’s sudden cackling stopped his advance and led him to joining her in sharing a laugh. Besides her obvious physically attractive assets, he was seriously enjoying her company on a mental level. She was nowhere as sophisticated or cultured as Kara, but the twi’lek had a “hometown girl” quality that the junker found nearly as attractive as the former ones.
He couldn’t trust Lyra enough not to do something off the wall during a fancy party or event like he could his current partner, yet he definitely would like to have her along for a drunken adventure across a planet’s sleazy area anytime.
Bax kept up his eating pace during the mental comparison of his two favorite sex partners, until the waitress came back with the check and two takeout boxes. Putting down his utensils, only after throwing a last morsel of meat into his mouth, he fished out a handful of loose credits and dropped them into the waitress’ waiting hands. It should’ve been more than enough to cover their meal, and leave plenty for a GENEROUS tip. Bax was just in a good mood.
“Alright, let’s head out~!” The junker stated in a sing-song fashion, after unceremoniously throwing his food in his box. He made a point to rise from the table before Lyra, just so he could cross the room over to a tip jar labeled for Lou himself, and dropping in another handful of credits. The duro damn well deserved it after a meal like that.
The galaxy on a whole seemed a better place to Bax, with him being full, soon to be rich and guaranteed to get laid all in one day. However, as soon as he pushed his way through the restaurant’s saloon doors, he found himself in front of two stormtroopers standing between his bike and everything that he’d been promised.
“Nice day, gents. Eh?” He asked casually with a grin, after resisting the urge to blast them on sight, while he slowly started on a path around them. Potentially keeping a buffer between them and Lyra didn’t escape his possible contingency plan either.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 24, 2015 19:34:41 GMT -5
Lyra realized she'd been somewhat inconsiderate of Bax when she ordered the waitress over with the takeout boxes, but he didn't seem overly irritated. She piled the non-meat food into the takeout box, then topped the pile with the remaining half rack of ribs. She made a mental note to put a "DON'T EAT MY FUCKING FOOD" note on them, her Togruta "roommate" would be able to smell them as soon as she walked in the door and had a habit of eating her animal-based food....and eggs...raw, generally.
Rinaasta really was werid...
Lyra thought, as Bax paid the tab and got up, announcing his intentions to bounce. The man had a humorous nature to him, not like what Lyra expected of a spacer. He was funny, seemed intelligent, and was pretty good looking...for a human. Even though she'd grown up around them, the Twi'lek hadn't really gotten used to them not having Lekku. It wasn't that somebody wasn't attractive without them, she just had to admit that she still had "hnngggg" moments when she saw a good pair on a Twi'lek male.
That and hair was literally the strangest thing to her, it just looked...itchy.
The woman finished packing away the rest of tomorrow's lunch, and got up, picking up the box as Bax dropped a generous tip in Lou's jar. She smirked, he'd be a happy camper, Lou didn't generally get big tips, Garqi wasn't a very moneyed place. Every now and then an Exec from Imperial Caf or Starschmucks ( or whatever the Caf-chain was called....Lyra had seen their advertisements of "free trade Caf" on the Holonet...on Garqi.) would come through with a local who knew what was what, but typically it was locals, or Imperials stationed there.
The woman snaked her way through the tables and made a quick stop at the bar, saying a quick "thanks" to the waitress, before taking the few strides to catch upto Bax. As he went to leave, a pair of those local imperials had decided to make an appearance. Lyra wasn't entirely sure what to do, she'd seen Stormtroopers around before, she worked on the base, it wasn't abnormal, but rarely did they decide to come to Lou's on duty. She was standing beside and a little behind Bax at this point, once he'd greeted them, and figured she should follow his lead.
Hey there, soldier.
She said to the one in front, probably sounding a little too interested. The Twi'lek hoped to balance it off by trying to follow Bax's attempt to skirt around them.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 24, 2015 19:47:12 GMT -5
The guy said it was a nice day.
Lorik's first reaction was to lament the fact he was on duty. His second was to note that the weather was basically the same every day in Garqi, so the man had to be just dropping by. It was nice right now, but give it an hour and it'd be raining. It was always raining somewhere. However there were other things in his mind, besides the guy.
Namely, Lorik's eyes turned straight to the purple Twi'lek. Luckily behind the helmet he could stare guilt-free to his heart's content. And boy was Lyra easy on the eyes. She could probably melt a cheese sandwich from across the room.
"Oh hi Lyra," He replied. He was not overly concerned by the fact the man was with her. It wasn't as if he were jealous. Lorik didn't have a hostile streak in him, which was probably why he was the worst stormtrooper in the sector. Yet perversely he still outranked F-Bomb somehow. "What's going on today? Any good specials? Who's your friend? Does he like caf?"
The questions came right after another, in the same way a child asked successive questions without granting time for proper response.
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Post by Mr. Slender on Mar 24, 2015 20:13:24 GMT -5
With killing the two troopers, and starting a standard imperial chain reaction of bringing more troopers to the site, off the table, Bax really only saw one course of action: getting the hell out of there. The last thing he needed was them asking for identification or taking him in for questioning.
The Junker was pretty sure he didn't have any outstanding warrents, but he really didn't have time to waste dealing with them right now. He barely had time to plow Lyra, before going back to Nal Hutta is it was.
Bax was about to slightly pick up the pace towards their bikes when the twi'lek surprisingly popped into conversation. Knowing the vast number of bigots, and those not honest enough about alien hotness, in the Empire he'd expected some kind of harsh talk towards him or Lyra, but was blown away by just how casually the bucket head dropped her name.
"Work, try the steak, a deliveryman and no, can't stand the stuff." Bax fired back rapidly, before the twi'lek had a chance to drop his name. His mind again dwelled on shooting the two, but it was still only by the slim chance this could still end well that he held off.
Plus, the junker really wanted to see what Lyra's connection to the bucket heads was.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 24, 2015 20:27:32 GMT -5
Lyra was still reeling from some random stormie knowing her name when she was blasted with 9000 questions in rapid succession. The woman managed to get out a very unattractive "uhh", when her quick witted companion stepped in and answered for her. She chuckled, as Bax explained the situation, but still wanted to know how the hell some random stormtrooper knew her name. Once or twice she'd seen some of the Imperial techs staring at her butt or talking to her chest, but she'd never noticed any stormtroopers doing it. The fact they weren't in the repair bays super often helped, but she figured they had to use the binoculars for something.
The woman looked over at Bax, then back towards the Stormtrooper, then back to Bax, then back to the stormie, realizing it was her turn to talk. She looked down at the box of food she was carrying, then back up at the stormtrooper, a small smirk on her face. The way he asked the questions still going through her head, causing it. She figured if he knew her, she might know him, and then she could tell him to leave them alone or, hopefully, talk her way out of there. Whoever this one was seemed to be more interested in her and Lou's than doing his job, so she figured she could ask questions without having to worry about being on the receiving end of a gun's butt.
Uhm, well, he's pretty well answered that...So...Mr.Stormtrooper, Sir, do I know...you?
The Twi'lek asked carefully.
Lyra racked her brain for stormtroopers she knew. The woman had slept with one a few months prior, but that was when he was drunk...and she was drunk...and afterwards he'd acted like she didn't exsist, so she doubted it was him.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Mar 24, 2015 20:42:39 GMT -5
Lorik didn't really have time to go anywhere with the disappointing fact that the man didn't like caf. He'd clearly come to the wrong planet. Maybe he didn't know about Garqi being the caf world. Any which way, Lyra's question of who he was kind of stung a little.
After all, they worked together. Not a lot, but enough that he would have expected her to... Well, recognize his voice? That was about the limit there as his work uniform was totally different. Stupid cross-training.
"Well yeah, I mean I would've thought you'd recognize my voice at least a little, after all I mean-"
Frellik laid a gloved hand on Lorik's shoulder.
"Hey, lekku-fetish, we've got work to do. Get your caf and get on with it."
"Not now F-bomb," Lorik replied, flailing an arm dramatically. "I'm trying to have a conversation here. You wouldn't appreciate it, because you hate people."
"Not people," Frellik answered, "Just you."
"That is no way to talk to your roommate sir."
The commlink in the helmet chimed.
Disturbance in Waterfront Sector 5, patrol Aiden Three divert immediately.
"Shit," Lorik muttered. It must have seemed a little odd, as neither of the couple could hear that frequency inside his helmet. However he did feel the need to provide a polite excuse.
"So I'm very sorry, but there's kind of a disturbance we have to go and-"
Frellik cut short the flowery apology by simply grabbing Lorik's arm and dragging him off.
"You have a nice day!" The stormtrooper called out as he was towed out the doorway, without caf.
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