Log:Recruitment, Regrets, and Revenge

Javi Joins, Stavros Spills, and Lowkeyyy Lights

OOC Date: February 7, 2016
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Uli Gosse, Javi Malek, Sar Yavok, Lowkeyyy, Stavros, Kasia Ciph, Kelnas

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Uli can't help but wince sympathetically when Javi gets attended to. He's got a fresh wound in a similar spot, so he feels the pain - quite literally. "Who's that?" he asks in a low tone to Sar. "New recruit?" And then, regarding Yvie: he makes a face. "You're not wrong." He waves off Lowkeyyy's generous offer. "Later, man. I can't talk to my sister both beaten up //and// stoned."

Javi swallows the offered pill dry without so much as a questioning glance at Remi, blindly putting trust in a group of virtual strangers but if they wanted to do her harm it's unlikely they'd bandage her up first to do it. She's sitting on a bench, head bowed and looking ready to go ass over teakettle while the finishing touches on a fresh bandage of her arm from elbow to shoulder is being administered. The others are spattered around in a loose clump, speaking of Ulie needing to face the music with his sister while the fresh smell of burning bud taints the air from the joint the Wookie holds. "I promise to amuse you with ten times worse if I can just get a job. Or someplace safe to pass out for the night."

"Good," Remy, the most NPC of doctors remarks to Javi's bandages. "The medication will help with the fever." With that, the mousey redhead, moves to disappear back into the elevator.

Sar moves to kneel down in front of Javi again and says, "Alright. I guess you're hired. We don't have any real scavenger-types about. Seems you're alright with getting hurt if the job is worth it, so that's one box checked off. With that being the only box...welcome aboard. You can crash in my apartment for the night until I can get you accomadations set-up on the Guardian."

Lowkeyyy moves away from the group and towards the Corvid, the medicating is done and he got the new chick stoned, so his job is finished. Lowkeyyy grabs ahold of a part of the Corvid and pulls himself up rather easily and is soon atop the Corvid.

When the Gray Greeper settles down in the hangar, the first thing out of the cargo bay is a a streamlined airspeeder, which slips over to an open section of duracrete and then settles down, systems disengaging. Out pops Stavros. He reaches back in and pulls out his rifle before slamming the hatch closed. He walks over towards where the doctor just vacated and Sar is crouching, meeting Uli partway there. "Hey. You doing any better?" The Zeltron gives the pickpocket a once-over. Then Javi. "Ouch," he mutters.

"If I were going to have someone yell at me, I'd probably want to be stoned first," Kasia reasons, but it's followed by the flash of a grin at Uli. "No, she seems the sort of person you shouldn't approach while high, especially not when bringing bad news." Stavros' return is greeted with a wave and smile, only half listening to Sar and Javi, and the job offer.

Uli watches the shiny speeder set down, and raises his brows when Stavros emerges. "New toy?" he asks, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm good and drugged up." He's still clearly injured, but he doesn't look as rough as he did earlier. He double-takes at Kasia, "When did you meet my sister?" It's not accusatory. He's quite honestly perplexed.

Javi lifts her eyes to lock onto Sar's face again, pleased it's morphed back into the less feminine version it seems for a crooked smile touches her lips. "You always were a sucker. No take backs." The woman suddenly seems a bit more alert, if only a tick, in the wake of a promised future. She's quite for a moment, if only not to talk over the arrival of Stravos' bird. "Do I really smell like a Wroonian pee'd on me?"

"Lowkeyyy makes Kel pee on him a lot. Some kinda sex thing," Sar says with a smirk offering Javi a pat on the knee. He gestures to the Zeltron who just arrived and says, "That fellah there is Stavros. If you have any complaints or concerns, I don't wanna fuck hear about 'em. But he does."

"Nah, it's Gren's," explains Stavros. "Old toy. Good for scouting." He waves back at Kasia, but before the woman can respond, he interjects, "I invited her to the party." He leaves the rest of that explanation to Kasia, though, as he waves and mouths 'hello!' with a broad smile towards Javi, after Sar's introduction.

Returning from the Command center in time to hear Sar, Kelnas raises an eyebrow and calls out. "Hey. Some of us have standards there Boss. Don't be adding me to your kinky dreams anymore. I refuse to perform for your benefit."

Kasia is just about to explain it, when Stavros does it for her, so rather than add to it, she just thumbs in his direction. "She was nice, I liked her." She doesn't sound the least bit sarcastic as she says it either. The words from Kelnas steal her attention, making her grin again.

Sitting up, Low notices that Kelnas is around. "Oh hey, look... a Wroonian." Low smirks and points at Javi. "I got her stoned!" As Kelnas brings up Low's poor sexual situation he shakes his head. "You should not make fun of someone who's not been laid in 40 years, I might just break one day." Low does not look as if he's really very serious about it.

Uli curses under his breath when Stavros explains how they both know Yvie. "I gave her the party as a cover story so I could go out and finish my contract." And if she showed up to the party and didn't find him there... He pales a little. Between the lie and the injuries, he's in //so// much trouble. "I should go see her," he murmurs.

Javi's gaze drops down to the pat on her knee, then back up to Sar at the introduction to Stavros, her expressions sluggish thanks to whatever Lokeyyy got her stoned with. "Smart to leave your public relations department in the hands of a Zel." At the aforementioned man's mouthed greeting, she gives the man a little up nod followed by an appraising glance as if everything has a monetary value in her eyes. At all the talk of peeing, she sleepily proclaims. "I need a shower. Point the way?" That back at her new boss.

Sar Yavok nods to Javi and gestures up to the apartment overlooking the hangar, "Once you get up there, it's right past the kitchen." He stands up and moves out of the way, turning his attention to the others, "I'm gonna head down to the CC. Get some work done." He offers a half salute and makes his way toward the elevator.

Lowkeyyy seems to be unable to keep up with everyone's conversations going on and so the wookiee just sits atop his ship, legs dangling over the edge watching the goings on curiously. Low smoothes his hair atop his head absently.

Stavros hesitates for a moment. "She thinks we're a bad crowd and are leading you astray." Then he pauses a bit longer. "I didn't know she didn't really drink, so ... I, ah, got her wasted." He purses his lips. "And she accused Sar of running a hypocritical enterprise. In trying to explain, I- told her how we actually met." The Zeltron winces preemptively, looking at Uli out of the corner of his eye. "I was trying to help. I'm sorry. I'll face the firing squad with you, if you like. Throw me under the groundcar if you have to." He adds, "Metaphorically only, please."

Heading past Sar with a nods, Kelnas approaches the others. Looking at Uli as he approaches the younger thief, The Wroonian raises an eyebrow and looks a bit closer. "Looks like you got on the wrong end of a boot boy...you alright?"

Kasia looks after Sar for a moment, then around to the others. "I need to step out and see to something for a bit. I'll see you all later." She lifts a hand to wave, then turns to make her way for the hangar door.

Uli's eyes grow wide as Stavros' explanation gets fuller. He sucks in a sharp, urgent breath that's more pained than any sounds he made associated with his injuries. "So...you blew my alibi, got my sister drunk and told her exactly how we met? Clearly that should make a good impression on her because what kind of criminal is that //honest//?" He rubs the bridge of his nose. "I gotta go see her. I'll...be back later." He starts for the door. As he passes Kelnas, he motions back to the others. "They'll fill you in on what happened. I have to go stop my sister from killing me." With that, the pickpocket starts to limp towards the door. He's moving at a pretty good pace for someone who got worked over by gangsters.

Gingerly Javi shoulders back into her sweater then reaches down for her pack, the contents clanking and clanging together as she pulls it with her. The others assembled get a bit of a nod before she ambles off in the direction of Sar's apartment.

Watching Uli, Kelnas points towards the Corvid. "Dude. just go sleep in there. Hide until it blows over!" Continuing his walking, he looks at Stavros. "What happened to the Kid?"

"Uli, wait! I-" Stavros starts to pursue, then sighs, looking down at his feet. "Some fences beat him up and cut him instead of paying him." His eyes narrow, then he looks back at Kelnas. "Which we're going to do something about. I've got a last name and a species. We'll find them. Just, in the meantime... I knocked over Uli's house of cards. He was lying to his sister about what he does." Morosely, Stavros moves over towards the Corvid. "Give me a boost, will you, Kel? I could really use a smoke."

Frowning quietly, Kelnas shrugs. "Keck, that's easy. I'll take the blame on that." Cupping his hands to help Stav up, he jerks his chin towards a strut on the side of the corvid. "Easiest to grab on there and swing yourself up to the Dampener panel."

Lowkeyyy glances down at Stavros as he and Kelnas are trying to get the man atop the ship. "Dont you know how to climb?" Low asks as if this were some strange lacking skill.

Stavros attempts the swing up, but his progress up to the dampener panel turns out to be slow and rather arduous. He doesn't answer until he's somehow secure. "I'm not - a wookiee. No trees." He lies back on the ship. "Slip me something that won't kill me."

Once Stavros is up, with a little support from Kelnas, The Wroonian hops up and grabs the strut himself. curling his knees up slowly, he monkeys himself up the side of the ship and makes his way to his favorite spot. Nodding to Low, Kelnas slips a joint from his own pocket and tosses it to Stavros. "Who was it that attacked Uli? might be I know them. and while we're at it. Why don't we tell Uli's sister that the fence was holding blackmail on the boy and we can take out 2 birds with one stone...er."

Lowkeyyy digs around inside of his belt pouch and he pulls out a joint, handing it over to Stavros. "Careful to not take a big breath on the first try." Low then digs for his light and as Kelnas hands Stav one, he just shrugs, Stav can choose his poison.

Stavros takes them both, but starts with Kelnas's, leaning towards Lowkeyyy for a light. He also follows Lowkeyyy's advice, and isn't coughing immediately. He stares at the hangar feigning ceiling. "The Nosta brothers. Twi'leks with a black market operation near the Entertainment blocks of the Corellian District. Small-time; don't have a good rep." He takes his first real drag, then blows it toward the ceiling in a hiss. "I don't think lying to her will work. The felid is out of the sack. Better we play it straight with her."

The joint kelnas gave was potent. Not laced with anything else, but definitely high grade Hydroponic Cheeba. Reclining and staring at the cieling as well, the Wroonian thinks for a long moment. "Nnnnnnope. Don't know them...give me a day or so though and I'll have a translation for the tattoos on their girlfriend's asses...might have some relevent information even."

"You two bastards had better not start anything without me around this time, or I swear I will not talk to either one of you again!" Low says with a bit of a growl, standing up with a stretch and looking over the Hangar. "Where did everyone go?"

Stavros lets out a deep breath, and most of his stress seems to go with it. "Everybody's got somewhere to go, Low. Work or healing or family or ... something." He thinks a bit more, putting one arm beneath his head to support it, and not have it just lying on hull metal. "Thanks, Kelnas. I never heard of them, either." He grins at Lowkeyyy's threat. "Be ready to go, then. High alert. When we find them, we may have to go right away." He elbows the wookiee lightly. "I wasn't at that damn firefight at Parmac's either." Genuine regret fills his voice.

Lowkeyyy grunts at Stavros. "It really made me mad when I found out about that firefight, I was out trying to make some credits and they were down here fighting FO." Low gives Kelnas an accusatory look and shakes his head slowly. "Bad wroonian." Low settles back down when he's elbowed. "There's family other than us?"

Nodding as he rolls a regular cigarette, Kelnas continues to stare upwards too. "I can't promise anything man...sometimes hit just happens around me...Ok...a LOT of the time, shit just happens around me. It's weird really." And has nothing to do with Kelnas himself being a bit of an ass. "Speaking of Stav...you feeling better after the other night?"

Stavros is a bit slow to respond. He taps off a bit of ash. "Which other night, Kelnas?" His eyebrows knit. "I'm not sure I know which one." He takes a pull. "Friend with the loan?" he guesses. "She's okay - for now. No funny business - yet. If it's not that, I really don't remember."

Lowkeyyy reaches for Kel's regular cig and moves to take a long drag on it before handing it back to his Wroonian buddy. "This hangar is awfully dang quiet..." Low seems truly bothered by the quiet that has come over after everyone left, "When everything suddenly gets quiet on Kash, that means something is about to happen."

Nodding to Stav, Kelnas taps the end of his own nose with his free hand as he says. "Yeah...the Loan. You know I could still go deal with that before it becomes an issue...just a thought..." Attention to Low, he adds. "We're not in a tre bud. no predators in here."

"Eh, Lowkeyyy's right. No trees, but it is kind of creepy." Stavros puts the joint between his lips and twists around so he can see the hangar entrance. "Sentry's still there, and not goofing around. Probably okay," he decides, rolling back over onto his back. "I don't think she'd just accept money. Gotta do things her way, you know?" The Zeltron shrugs. "Can't stop a Hutt from being a Hutt, either. But I'm keeping my ears open. We can make life tough, even for a crime lord. Like the convoy." Stavros smiles at the ceiling. "Watching proton torpedoes take down a shield is magical."

"Did you hear that?" Low asks suddenly and looks around the hangar as one of the landing gears creaks, possibly low on hydraulic oil, or the star wars version. Low gets into a crouch and begins to look upward, as if finding a climbing spot.

Rolling his eyes, Kelnas sighs. "Just what we need to deal with a Paranoid Wookie." Looking at Low, he adds. "Bud? you need to switch to a different dealer...this shit is messing with your HOLY SHIT! HOW'D A KRAYT DRAGON GET IN HERE!?"

Stavros twitches when Kelnas shouts. "That's just asking for trouble. Are you that messed up?" He looks at the joint Kelnas handed him, the one he's been smoking and is nearly to the end of. "Relax, Lowkeyyy, it's okay. No Krayt dragons here. Just Rebel Yell folks and droids and ships." He holds up what Lowkeyyy gave him, to return it to the Wookiee. "I'm good for now, Low. You look like you might need this more than me. Let's see if Sar left the sound hooked in-" The Zeltron taps a few keys on his bracer computer. "Yeah! Well. Yeah... this is all old Corellian rock. Sar's got to have better music somewhere..." He presses another key. "Maybe not."

Lowkeyyy takes the offered joint back and takes in a deep breath, sitting back and relaxing . "Where all the women at?" Low asks with a cant of his head at the other two. "We should get them a uniform that is a high skirt and a low top." Low then pauses in silence as the music starts and he begins to howl out whatever lyrics that he knows, and it sounds quite terrible.

Grinning at Stavros, Kelnas holds up his own cigarette. completely Cheeba free. "I'm clean. It's actually a test...He passed." Listening to the Music start, the Wroonian stares up at the roof once more and finishes his cigarette. "Contrary to popular belief...i'm not always stoned.

Washed, scrubbed and restless Javi comes back down from the lofted apartment with her damp hair hanging over her shoulder and darkening the material of her hooded sweater that's now criss crossed at her waist and tied at the small of her back, obscuring the pad of bandage on her bicep as if it never existed. "Whose leg do I have to hump to get a hot meal around here?" Sure, there was food in Sar's place, but it seems like she didn't just help herself.

"Maybe it's just become your natural state, Kelnas," Stavros suggests. Finishing off the joint, he stretches and sits back up, looking down at the rest of the hangar. "This has a pretty good view." He stares at the way he clambered up. "I'm not sure I can make it down the same way. This ship have a dorsal hatch or something?"

"Oh no, its the hot mean girl, that's what those noises are, she was planning to kill us all." Low lays flat on the Corvid and acts as if he were invisible. "She's not very nice to me, she called me fluffy and gave me a mean look."

Watching Low for a moment, kelnas raises an eyebrow and hakes his head. "Dude? you are like...10 feet tall and 500 lbs of muscle, claws and fur...and you're afraid of the girl?" Looking at Stavros, he adds. "I actually mainly smoke it to deal with the headaches...and to relax...and no there's no Dorsal hatch. i had it welded shut. If I'm going to get attacked by Pirates. the sons of bitches are going to work for it." Hearing Javi, the Wroonian moves towards the edge of the ship and looks down. "There's vendors outside...or we could order in...What do you want?"

A hand folds over Javi's stomach as it gives an audible growl, "Anything edible. You going to spot me?" The brunette turns her head up towards where the men are camped out, flashing those freckles and her best approximation of a smile and an eyebat. "I'll get you back first time I catch a pay day." Her head tilts slightly, is that the Wookie pancaked up there?

Stavros swings himself over the side of the ship, stretches out as much as he can, and drops to the floor. He stays upright, barely, and it involves some windmilling arms. "Yeah, they're still working on that floor. It's not ready yet." He scratches his head. "I'm going to go pass out on my couch. Good night, guys. But before I do-" He extends his hand to Javi. "What's your name? You know mine." He smiles.

"Yeah, but still, girls can be like super scary and stuff." Low informs Kelnas and then Kelnas begins talking to Javi and Stavros drops down and introduces himself. "Do you think she can see me?" Low doesn't move where he's flattened out. "Careful, she might hurt you with talk of humping legs."

Shrugging as he watches javi and Stav, kelnas nods. "Yeah, I can spot you." sliding forward off the side of the ship, the Wroonian hooks his fingers in a convenient handhold and rights himself before he lands, being surprisingly light on his feet, kelnas winks at Stav and javi then calls up to Low. "Come on man! I know you must be gettign the munchies by now! let's go raid the mess hall." Because with an org this big, there must be one somewhere, right?

Fingers twitch as Javi looks down to Stavros hand, obviously having to come to some sort of a decision before sliding her hand into his own. Her own is rough, a bit perpetually dirty around the nail beds and calloused from hard if not entirely honest work. "If you're the complaint department, I'd like to put a word in about the towel situation." A pause. "Javi." Then she looks to Kelnas. "Thanks, mate."

"No, I cant move or the beasts will get me, you guys go get something to eat." Low begins easing himself toward the opposite edge of where Kel and Javi and Stav are. "Who needs towels?" Low tries to start his climb down from his position on his back, apparently he bought some really screwed up joints.

Stavros shakes her hands without hesitation or apparent judgment. "Good to meet you, Javi." He smiles at the complaint. "what happens in, and the state of, Sar's apartment is not my jurisdiction." He releases Javi's hand. "Thank the fates for that. Might try the Meltdown?" he offers. "Anyway, good night." The Zeltron heads to the Skipray Blastboat, opens the side hatch, and climbs in. He pulls it shut behind him.