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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 13:11:11 GMT
"Vargus... Rem Vargus! Most people call me Remy."
The man answered, stretching a hand to greet Joram; doing so, revealed the outlines of black tatoo on his wrist.
"Of course I'll join you! But only if the next round's on me." He smiled and waved at Byph ordering the Ithorian to bring him his usual drink. "So, what brings you people around these parts?"
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 27, 2015 13:23:20 GMT
"Pleased to meet you Remy, I'm Joram, and this is my Daughter Lihadria" Joram said, shaking Remy's had with a firm grip. He then took a seat, resting his helmet on the table, though within reach.
"Work primarily, hoping our talents will be in demand down here"
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 13:31:20 GMT
"Now, that's just what I was expecting to hear."
Remy finished his brandy in a single swallow, merriment being a constant in his voice.
"You see, in a place like this you'll find plenty of work, anyone with balls can come down here and make a living. But only the best can make a fortune out of it..."
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 27, 2015 13:37:55 GMT
"It sounds as if you have an offer, or know of work available" Joram said, consuming his own drink in one gulp.
"The two of us could use something to get started, and get our bearings of this place"
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 13:51:07 GMT
"I want you to work for the Black Sun... Well, not actually for the Black Sun, but for myself."
Rem had grey-green eyes, that would not smile as he did; Joram could sense a fire burning in them, but he couldn't tell what it was.
"I find myself in a tough position, at the present moment. Which presents me the need of hiring some muscle... And what's best than two of the most renowned fighting people of the galaxy?"
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 27, 2015 23:51:42 GMT
"A worthy proposal, however we will need some details. We do need to know what we are walking into, helps decide if more firepower is in order" Joram said, waving the Ithorian to bring over another round of drinks, as he got his credit chip out to pay.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 28, 2015 0:09:12 GMT
Remy looked around, paying careful attention to each of the faces in Byph's Cantina.
"Mind to join in the back? We've got too many ears around here." He nodded towards the back door, where two big brutes stood with blaster rifles.
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 28, 2015 0:20:39 GMT
"Of course" Joram said, keeping his hand at his pistol as he got up, grabbing his helmet and donning it with his other hand.
He looked towards Lihadria, trying to gauge her thoughts on Remy as he walked towards the back.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 28, 2015 0:32:41 GMT
When Jor'buir looked back at her, Lihadira had a small grin in the corner of her mouth; she had spent the last minutes making a serious analysis of Remy, and by analysis you could mean planning their marriage on a beach in Naboo. Mandalorian training or not, she was still a sixteen-year-old girl, not immune to the powers of a womanizer. It didn't last long, though, as soon as Joram turned she had retaken her sobriety.
They followed Remy to his rented bedroom on the back, a simple chamber hardly big enough to fit the three of them.
"Welcome to my base of Operations!" He japed, again a malicious grin on his lips. "Now, to business... Well, you see... I had a little fallout with my old... boss; and according to her reputation, she probably wants my head on a silver plate. Thing is, part of the guys are sticking with and the other part is sticking with the crazy bit... I mean... her. See where this is going?"
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 28, 2015 1:37:54 GMT
"You need muscle, so as to tip the balance in your favor, and so you want the best Muscle you can find" Joram said.
"The question is, how much are you willing to pay for muscle, and how much would we be up against?"
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 28, 2015 2:03:55 GMT
Remy went towards the window and brushed aside the drapery- a fine little piece, it must be said, adorned with lace ruffles, probably hand knitted by Byph's grandmother; the view was a clear sight of Station 14's neon sign.
"Help me get that and money won't be a problem." He grinned. "But for now, how much do you want in advance? For the two, of course."
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 28, 2015 2:09:14 GMT
"Well as said, what are we up against, how many, how well armed, what training, and what species? How much is up front, is very dependent on what we need to prepare for" Joram said.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 28, 2015 2:29:16 GMT
Remy scratched his chin, then drew some number in the air, making the calculations. After a while he gave up on it, he was definitely not good with math.
"Well, a big number. I'm still trying to sways more to my cause.... But let's say 60/100, us/them; maybe I could get it to 80/80."
"You see that..." He pointed to a couple laser turrets on both ends of the sign. "That's a little problem."
"And for training: just common thugs, we need them to pull a trigger nothing else."
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 28, 2015 2:36:09 GMT
"How brave is your former boss, is she someone we could bait out of there, or is an assault going to be necessary?" Joram asked. The numbers were not in their favor, though he had been in much worse situations, the question was where they would be fighting.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 28, 2015 2:45:44 GMT
"Brave..." Remy repeated, followed by an uncontrollable laugh; apparently, the two brutes guarding the door were doing the same.
"I wouldn't say that." He said, clearing a tear from his eye. "I'd say she's fucking insane. You never heard of the 'Iron Cock Shredder of Ryloth'? She'd be here stabbing my eyes with her own hands if she knew where I was."
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