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Rest for the Wicked?; -OPEN-
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Topic Started: Apr 28 2010, 06:44 AM (326 Views)
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Loque Sage
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Apr 28 2010, 06:44 AM
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Not the first place he expected to come to first. His home planet. He was planning going far away as he could. But yet he had the compulsion to come here. It was at the back of his head from some time. Possible he was looking for some closer about where he came from. As far back as he could remember was his mother walking out the door. He couldn't remember how old he was when that happened. She would return from time to time. All he knew is when he saw her face he would know right away who she was. All of the caretakers called him Boy, Child, or Kid.
Now here on Nar Shaddaa was hoping that Loque reason for coming here would help find something. Know. Understand. But the best he could understand was nothing. Possibly better that way. At least his need to come here was satisfied. He felt he could leave now with no regret. All the while maybe pick up a few freelance jobs.
He came to a cantine to get a drink ask the bartender for any rumors or under the table jobs. "if ever in doubt in looking for a job... Always ask the bartender." is what Gib told him once. Information travels in and out. But the one place where it always comes back to is the bartender. Maybe when he has his fun and travels he would take up a job similar someday.
He took a seat at the counter knocking the wood twice to get the man on the other sides attention, 'A drink. Don't care how strong. Just something with a good flavor,' Loque Ordered. He was wearing his usual clothing. Trench coat with the bandanna. Knee pad armor sown on to his baggy trousers. His shirt baring the multiple belts with his pistol and shoto in there holster. He could blend in to the crowd just nice. No body knew who he was. It had been three years for him since hie experience in the arena he was force to participate in.
So his name would have been long gone. Or at least remembered from certain people. But hopefully not able to make the connection. His hopes was to keep it a low profile. Once the drink came Loque quickly quickly to the Bartender, 'Thanks. Hey... Any rumors going around as of late.. Jobs of the sort?' Loque asked. The Twi'lek seem to look as if he was profiling Loque. Trying to see if he would fit for something. Twi'lek gave the hand motion for him to wait, and then walked off. All the while Loque just sat there take a few sips of his drink.
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RuniSkirata
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Apr 29 2010, 08:19 AM
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Mando Wetboy
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OOC: Hope you don't mind me NPCing for a moment. Don't have any good character plug-ins right now but didn't want to just leave you sitting.
IC: The Bartender came back a few moments later. This was Nar Shaddaa after all and freelance work was always plentiful, that was if you didn't mind getting your hands or your blaster dirty.
"That depends on the type of work your looking for bud."
He picked up a rag and a glass that had definitely seen better days and began polishing it. It Never helped but it gave him something to do with his hands while he scanned the rest of the crowd for trouble makers. When he had gone to the back he had quickly scanned a datapad to see what the current jobs looked like. There were a few open bounties, one smuggling job that was actually quite lucrative, and some petty investigation type stuff. But it was really up to how willing was the man to step into the darker side of the law.
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Loque Sage
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Apr 29 2010, 08:51 AM
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((Don't mind at all))
Loque leaned in closer to the Bartender. He was asking him what kind of work. His only movement was tilting his head to the side and resting his entire weight on his right elbow. Giving the look of "do you even have to ask?" Though his eye were on the bartender he kept the rest of his awareness on his surroundings.
He wanted to make sure no one was listening in on there conversation. Work is work, but there is always someone looking to take job up before some else does. It was the same way with one crew mate on board with Gib. They were always trying to take up Loque's place. But Loque kept proving that he was the best choice every time. Loque took another sip of his drink while waiting for the twi'lek to tell him.
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RuniSkirata
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Apr 29 2010, 10:02 AM
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The twi'lek looked him up and down and kept polishing. "Well there's a contract up right now. Apparently this guy owes some money to Gratua the Hutt, major underworld player in the undercity of Shaddaa. Don't know the details but he put a 30,000 cred bounty on his head."
He put the glass down and walked back into the back. Once he found the datapad he needed he walked back and sat it on the bar next to Loque. "Informations on the as far as description and usual hang outs. Names Jakum Hitro. Hear he tries to deal spice in the factory district. Might be a good place to start."
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Loque Sage
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Apr 29 2010, 02:09 PM
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30,000. Not bad that would keep him in the air to make a run to Raxus prime and another planet; and still have enough for a good meal. While waiting for him to come back Loque took another gulp of his drink.
When he came back and sat down with him. Went over the information some more on the bounty. Loque nodded his head to express his understand. He finished his drink. Made a copy of the bounty, 'You mind keep that bounty on the down low for a bit. I want a good head start on this job,' he requested. Though he expect the bartender to not honor it. So he tossed out a few credits more then what he paid for, 'For your silence,' he said as he made his exit out.
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