Log:Lets Cut A Deal Into Danger

OOC Date: March 27, 2016
Location: Landing Dock - Ninx's Space Barn
Participants: Russ Ordo, Han Solo, Oriana

There was a blazing thunderstorm going on over the district, but this particular area was a enclave set inside one of the many city-canyons on Nar Shaddaa. Sheets of rain were falling outside of the Ninx hangar opening and they were rolling down off of the giant Bulk Freighter that was parked there, hovering alongside a scaffolding that had a metal staircase leading up to the Legitmate's open hatch.

Inside the hangar itself, beside the Legitimate, was a man with gray hair standing in front of a control console. "Come on..." He muttered as he slapped the side of the console with a long metal wrench. The power came on and the screen on it flickered to life. He exhaled, relieved.

A button was pushed and the Legit's engines fired up, a defeaning roar of its powerful thrusters echoing through likely the entire Gearhead District, thankfully, Han had some ear protection on to shield him while he ran this engine test.

Storms seem to to go with Nar Shaddaa like the daily dose of crime that happens. For Oriana, this storm has been more intense than most. And not that she doesn't enjoy walking in them, or watching them, but sometimes one comes along that makes even a spirit like hers halter. Still there was reason to come out, important enough to push through the weather. Heading into Ninx's Space Barn, she is soaked to the bone. The umbrella she had didn't even withstand the onslaught of the storm, it's flipping inside out. Shaking it off and brushing some of that wet hair from her face there is a bit of a huff, and shake of her head. "Remind me to wear my rain boots next time." Comments the woman while looking up to Russ, who had followed along with her. "Or a swimsuit, could of damn near swam here I bet." Lowering the umbrella her big brown eyes begin to look around the landing dock for whom they came to meet.

Vaccuum sealed armour keeps the weather out pretty damn well, after all it stops your guts being sucked out through any small gaps in your armour. Russ is dressed head to foot in his all encompassing armour today, it isn't often he is far from his ship these days without his protection. At least his arms seem limited only a set of heavy pistols on his hips. "You just need a full suit of armour, you would be amazed how well hard armour keeps out the elements." He looks around the area as the engines roar to life temporarily drowning out all other noise, he tries to raise his voice over it "So where is your contact?"

Han was monitoring the engines performance on the monitor in the hangar, the ship was a good fifty yards away and taking up most of the hangar's open maw out in the rainstorm. There came a wookiee howl over a comm unit on the console that Han Solo was standing in front of and he deactivated the engines on the Legit. They wound down to a halt with a long loud groan and the pulsing of turbines spinning slower and slower

"Of course it worked." Han said into the mic back to the Wookiee. "I didn't pay seventy five thousand for them to -not- work." He keyed the mic back off then and looked up to the Legit.

"I jsut hope they keep working." He mumbled that part to himself, not on the mic, so the Wookiee wouldn't hear that part. He had his back to Oriana and Russ... so he hadn't heard nor seen them enter Shug Ninx's place. (Ran by Shara Ninx now)

A hand lifts to run through her soaked hair, to shake out some of the water. A bit of a puddle forms at her feet as it all runs off of her. Trying to dry her face she uses the back of her sleeve to pull water off her face. It works, a little. Looking down there is a frown. "I should make sure this is dried up before someone breaks a neck." Eyeing Russ with a lift of her eyes her head lifts, started by a motion of her chin. "I don't have armour like yours," Comments the brunette softly. "All I got are these things called clothes, which people tend to wear when out and about." There is a smirk, even if it's a touch strained.

Moving in those wet boots those big brown eyes look around, searching until they fall upon the gray haired man and watch him for a second. Bringing up the umbrella it's held forward so an attempt to close it can be made. "I think that's him over there." Her tone is edged, with a serious bite to it now. "Let's go say hello, shall we?" And so she moves, with the slight squeak of her wet boots on the floor, which causes a bit of a frown as she is normally light on her feet, though that background of grace is ever present. "Excuse me, sir, would you happen to be Han Solo?"

Russ doesn't say anything for now, remaining stoic and silent. The time for him to talk will come. He stands just behind Oriana her much larger armed and armoured shadow, of course he does not quite have the stature of a wookie. But Mandalorians have their own charm. One of his hands rests on the curved grip of his heavily modified blaster pistol. The other hangs loosely by his side as he waits for this Captain Solo to speak.

Han turned around just before Oriana spoke, he'd heard the wet boots carrying the woman toward him, as well as the armored stride of the man with her. Han's own brown eyes looked into Oriana's and he stared at her for a moment, then over at Russ in all of his armored glory. Han then looked back at the terminal in front of him as though he wasn't all that impressed with the two of them. He flipped a few switches on the console and then looked up at the ship. "You the ones who contacted me?" He asked, having flipped the mic on the console back on so that the Wookiee onboard could hear him... them, talking.

With an exhale, Han looked back over at Oriana and Russ. "If you're lookin' to settle some debt, can you come back in the morning?" He asked them in a gruff voice. "I left my blaster on the ship, you see... so if I'm going to have to defend myself. I'd much prefer to do it with my blaster at my side, rather than with fists." He lifted his big hands up and flexed his fingers then. "They don't bend quite as well as they used to, you see." He said this all with a very dry sarcasm lacing his words. He turned back to the console then and went back to reading the ship's statistics, or pretending to at least.

There is an air about Oriana, something regal in her movements, but her big brown eyes are kind, and are locked onto Han's as his lock onto hers. Unwavering, even as he turns the squeak of her boots comes to a stop a few feet away. Bringing the umbrella down, as it just won't close, that battle is left for another time. "I am the one, yes." Giving a nod, some wet pieces of hair swaying around her brows lift and she seems confused for a second. Looking to Russ and realizing what this aging man is getting at eyes return to him and there is a soft laugh, it's sweet in it's own way. "Oh, no sweetie, we're not here to fight you, we're here to talk." A hand motions to the Mandalorian shadow behind her. "Don't mind Russ, please, he lives in his armour really. Always on guard, and all. We are here to talk to you about some work, actually. Your name was passed along to me, they said you would be the man for the job. I'm Oriana, and this is Russ, leader of the Mandalorian's."

Russ doesn't even seem to really realize that his hand was resting on the grip of his weapon, it is a concious move to move it so it sits idly by his side. Still near his weapons, but at least it is better than resting on the grip. His voice is deep and firm "Leader of the Mandalorian Protectors, I am not Mandalore. I do not presume to lead all of my people." He looks sideways towards Oriana for a moment before returning his attention to the grey haired man "Yes we have a job we need done, and none of my ships or men can take care of it. We are too well known by these people."

Han wasn't as bad off as he made out to be. He found that now that his hair was as ashen as it was, people would jump to believe that he was just a feable old man. In truth, he'd opened a compartment on the side of the console he was standing at and had a hold-out blaster ready to be drawn if needs-be. "Yeah. I know your type." He said, in reference to Russ and the Mandalorians. He looked back at them both then and gave them a nice big half-cocked smirk. "Jumpy folk, them. Ready to... blast off... at the drop of a hat." He lifted his right hand up off the console and fluttered it around to emphasize his continued sarcastic words.

When he looked back at the console monitoring his ship he tapped a button on it and a hatch on the ship opened up, a good fifty yards away and fifty feet up, a big spout of steam rocketed out of the ship.... some burn-off from the engine test.

"So lay it all out then." Han spoke once more, disinterest thick in his voice. "Whats the job that requires an old bum like me?"

There is a shrug to Russ, and a bit of a frown in apology with having detailed out his position with his people wrong during this meeting. Nodding to agree with the comment about work Oriana turns to regard Han once more, leaning forward slightly to view the compartment with the blaster in it and smirks a bit. Said smirk doesn't last long, when she leaned forward pressure was put on the umbrella and suddenly it flips up into place, but not without spraying her with some water. She sighs, and shakes her head again while wiping some water from her face.

"It's dangerous work, really. Do you know of Dxun? We were in flight there, a few days ago. Got attacked, they had a Dreadnaught even, a few of our ships ended up going to the planet to save our comrades who crashed there but in turn are now stuck there themselves. We need someone with some decent skills and a set of guts with as much metal as my new ones to fly out there, scan the ships, planets, take a few of us along with them and land us on the planet to help those of ours that are down there." With that explained her head turns, eyes move to Russ, sure that he'd want to add in some tidbits as well.

“The fight was more or less even originally, certainly a winnable battle. However just as we were really getting down to the guts of the matter our sensors picked up that dreadnaught. A few hundred more turbolaser batteries and a few thousand men certainly would have swung things in their favour." Russ pauses for a moment to gather his thoughts before forging on "However before we jumped out the Dreadnaught made no move to join the fray or cut me off. So i need to know if it's weapons are operational, whether it's engines are operational and if it is crewed. Otherwise any landing on the planet gets turned into a party of melting flesh and burning forest." Russ shrugs his shoulders "In other words I need intelligence that my own forces would have to put themselves in great danger to gather, and I don't have the forces to throw away."

Han listened to what the both of them had to say and he ended their explanation by deactivating the terminal's screen he was standing at and he turned to face them. "Look." He said at them both, his voice calm and not as confrontational as that word usually starts a sentence off.

"We're just a cargo ship. We're not a... mercenary group." He motioned up onto the scaffolding that was outside of his ship and there could be seen a very tall and hairy Wookiee arguing with an Ithorian who had a Kawakian Monkey lizard on his big odd-looking Ithorian head, the three of them were all arguing about something. "Its all I can do not to shoot every one my own crew." Solo said to Oriana and Russ. "You think my hair is grey because I'm old?" He shook his head. "Its these clowns." He motioned at them again. "I'm actually only in my twenties!" He was kidding of course. "It sounds like what you guys have gotten yourself into is going to require a pretty big force of well armed and well trained mercensaries. If you're going up against military hardware..." He used his left hand to motion toward his ship. "It'd tear into this old bucket like it were a paper plate."

Eyes roam over the ship pulling up to the three having their little discussion. While listening Oriana observes this all, in a quiet thoughtful way. Looking back to Han there is a slow understanding nod, and with the umbrella closed she presses the tip to the floor as she leans on it a bit giving him a bit of a smirk, finding the humour in his quip about his gray hair and age.

"We know, it's a big dangerous thing, this task. And we wouldn't ask you to put you and yours at any needless risk." Her head nods to the trio above while she speaks. "Even if they are stealing your youth. Your name came recommended for this task, that's why I came to seek you out. There are risks, this is dangerous, and nobody would expect you to fight either, if you could avoid it. You'd be paid handsomely for the task, but if it is something you feel that isn't fitting, well we understand that too."

"Not asking for you to fight. Asking for you to scout and do a run down to the planet. I have the military force i need. Just need to know exactly what i am ramming it into." Russ shakes his head slightly "I ran into them in public space in an inner rim system. Chances are they are not shooting down every civilian ship to happen on by, that would draw just a little to much attention from people like say the republic. My own men just can't handle it because our ships are just a little bit distinctive, much the same as our armour. All you have to do is run a few easy scans and see if all their systems are up and going. And relay their exact position of their Dreadnaught to me."

"A lot people want me dead." Han replied first to Oriana. "Thats probably why they sent you to me. Well aware of the danger." He smirked then and reached for a dirty old grease stained rag to wipe his hands off on it and then tossed it back onto the terminal podium beside him. "Alright, you need a ship, you got a ship." Han said, looking from one of them to the other. "If I take any damage on the trip, its on you guys to foot the bill for the repairs. Once its done, we can talk about how much you owe me before I take you and yours back home." His voice was as uninterested as ever in what he was saying. He lifted his left hand up and pointed at the Legit.

"There's a hangar you can park any smaller ship inside that you may have at your disposal... say a fighter, or a light freighter. If you got such a thing... an esocrt is always a good deal. Plus... if we're lookin' to get off this rock's surface in a rush... this ain't the ship for that. Its a lumberin' old Hutt that barely does what anyone tells it to, myself included." His aged and experienced eyes looked from one of them to the other. "Sound fair?" He asked them.

"You're either doing something really wrong or really right." Oriana replies to Han in regards to people wanting him dead. From there a few steps back are taken so she can get a better gander at this ship, to take it in. Arms cross casually while listening, eyes move to Russ a moment curious over what he seems to be thinking and then return to the gray haired man, considering him for a moment before returning to the ship. "I just got myself a speeder; I wouldn't mind bringing that along, in case we need a quick exit on foot it can provide that." There is a nod, and a bit of a crooked grin. "We're not to sure what we will or won’t be bringing back anyway, the extra room will be good. That all sounds reasonable to me, too. Russ," She turns to the redheaded man decked out in all his armour. "Thoughts?"

"Normally I would negotiate price before an operation like this, but for this particular job that seems fair enough." He turns slightly to look at Oriana "I'll send one of my Gauntlets with you, loaded with some of my warriors. Help you survive the jungle if I can't make it down. And that way you have a way to make space fast if you have to." Russ nods his head to the grey haired man before he turns to leave "We will contact you soon with the departure details. Now i need to get back to my Marauder and take care of last minute preparations. I need to make sure everyone and everything is outfitted correctly."

Han gave a half smirk to Oriana's initial words and then he nodded once at her and then regarded the bucket head. "Wonderful." Han said, difficult to tell if he was being serious or not with the tone of his voice. "You already know how to reach me, so just send the message and we'll pick you and your gear up wherever you need." With that said, Han started to put away some of the devices back into the ship monitor terminal's cabinets. "I'll go tell the clowns that they better shape up for guests." And with that said, the aged smuggler and ex Rebel General released an heavy sigh and started to walk across the Ninx hangar toward his ship that was shedding water from the ongoing thunderstorm.