Ask The One-Eyed Man

[The Storyteller]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

Had the Badger had a camera then it would have probably been rather entertaining to watch the Wolf bite and claw his way through the room.

Unfortunately the Mandalorian couldn’t see anything in there and couldn’t even listen to the commotion so he settled for shuffling cards on a table for no real reason other than personal enjoyment.

“Okay, Badger. I’m in. What am I doin’ here?””

Kid’s quick. For a dipshit named Wolverine at least.

“Took you a bit of a minute, didn’t it?”

Rhetorical question. Sarcasm intended.

“You should be faced with a few doors down here,” he quietly sipped his beer. “One door for a corridor that should take you to a maintenance elevator that should take you to the top floor. Two doors for restrooms in case you need to take care of business or powder your face. I saw you take on those droids but I can't see into restrooms, don't worry.”

He would wait.

“Anyway there should also be a storage room on your way. Stop there first and look for a silver case with the image of a rathtar on it. Let me know if it’s locked or unlocked. If it’s unlocked, don’t open it. I'll know it."

He said as he gazed into a black viewscreen where a camera should be.

"I’ll wait.”

He waited.

@Sicadorito (@Crux)

 

[Zaia Krodas]

Zaia was only watching Sage’s face as he explained his bounty hunter situation, never minding the coin he rolled atop his knuckles. Once upon a time she might have gotten distracted, but he was a pirate nonetheless. They weren’t exactly known for being honest even if Sage seemed different.

“None taken.” A woman had to know when to combine business and pleasure— though Zaia didn’t have anyone she hated to that extent, she could understand knocking out two birds with one stone. Personal revenge with a side of credits never hurt a bounty hunter. But was this the right pirate they were looking for?

She tilted her head just slightly when he mentioned the Daggers, then heard Zad’s voice from outside.

“I’d say it’s going well.” Zaia responded to both of them, but her eyes were still on Sage. Hadn’t the other group been going after the assassin? Was it the same one? She suddenly felt exposed. There were high spots all around them, and there could be a sniper anywhere. If the assassin was here, the only reason their group was still alive was because the assassin wanted them to be. Her mind echoed Cas’s sentiment, especially when the pirate asked about Bone.

“You don’t recognize each other?” Where Zaia had been leaning forward before, she now pulled back. It didn’t seem like either knew the other’s voice, and that could only mean that this was not the pirate that Bone had been talking about.

“She’s a hippo. Are you sure you haven’t met?”

@Die Shize

 

[Sag'etare Baracco]

Spoiler: Music IC (Recurring)

“You don’t recognize each other? She’s a hippo. Are you sure you haven’t met?”

“Nope. I don’t recognize my own toilet when I’m drunk enough but I'm all out of rum and I definitely don’t recognize that bubbly voice, never mind Uncle Steven.”

He just blinked back to the moment she mentioned ‘hippo’.

“I've met Herglics but can't say I've ever met a Hippo until this moment."

He couldn’t see anyone from his corner in the container except for Zaia so Sage gazed into her helmeted face.

“Nobody likes pirates though. Not even pirates. That’s why everyone from criminal organizations to corporations to governments hire others to come after us and each other. Everyone from Sector Rangers to bounty hunters and, you guessed it—”

-PING!-

Forget the coin, that metallic if electric noise ought to get everybody’s attention over the music as a blaster bolt would slam into the container’s metal, but Sage didn’t instantly glimpse whether it hit inside or outside as he protected his violin so that it didn’t get hit.

“—Assassins.”

“HELP! I’M NOT EVEN THIRTY YET! WAIT TILL I’M ELEVENTY NINE AND DEPRESSED!”

The Hippo spoke as she took cover inside the container. Sage had but to turn his head and peek between a stack of twin metallic crates to see without being seen.

The Ranger and the Deucalian were still outside the container, shooting back at whoever was shooting them, as the purple black Mandalorian stepped past the doorway into the container.

“WHEN I’M NERVOUS I SHALL SING AND REMEMBER MANDALORE—”

“NO DON’T CLOSE THE DOOR”

-CLICK-

Darkness.

“Did you close the door?”

“I didn’t want to get shot and it seemed like the best option. Who’s asking? Is that you?”

“I bypassed that door on my end till this blue white Mandalorian managed to get it open on her end, you just sealed us in again and it took me hours to do that and, I daresay, that sniper, assassin, whatever, is back.”

“By my Lowland Mando’a! Et tu, Tarre Vizsla?”

@Sicadorito (@Zaia Krodas)

 

[Crux]

“Took you a bit of a minute, didn’t it?” Kriff you. If the Badger hadn’t promised to pay him, Crux might have hung up just then. Instead, he huffed as he listened to his next instructions about some kind of maintenance elevator. He just hoped that this one wasn’t broken too. As for bathrooms, the only gold he wanted to see was the shimmering metal of credits.

Crux eventually found the door that led to a hallway, which then led to an elevator. As he did, he couldn’t help looking around for potential cameras. He was still curious as to how the Badger was keeping tabs on him. He didn’t like it, so maybe he could ask for double once this was over. It wasn’t like Jon was helping him out anymore.

Opening a door in the hallway, Crux saw that the storage room was behind it as the Badger had said. Turning on the lights, he would spot a metal case sitting on top of a wooden table. However, as he approached, the image was not of a rathtar but of a vornskr. Hm.

His head turned left to right, searching for any sign of another box. He looked under the table, pulled open drawers, but still didn’t find it. It was only when he turned to leave the room when he saw it at the foot of the door. Oh.

He went up to it, picked it up. It was fairly obvious that it wasn’t open, and so he told the Badger.

“Found it. It’s locked.” He shook it, trying to figure out what was inside.

@Die Shize

 

[Zaia Krodas]

Zaia blinked. If neither Bone nor Sage recognized each other, then they couldn’t have met. So they did have the wrong man. Ever the optimist though, Zaia figured that if Sage had connections with both the Badger and the Daggers, maybe he could still lead them in the right direction.

Then she heard that ping against the side of the box that surely couldn’t be anything other than a blaster bolt. She nearly jumped at the sound but then hit her head on the roof of the box. Fortunately she was wearing a helmet.

“Are you okay?” She called out to her friends instead, but they were already busy shooting back. Zaia moved to get out to help them, but just as she was about to exit the container the purple Mandalorian decided to take cover inside.

“Bone, let me—” Zaia tried to squeeze past her so she could get out, but the panicked hippo shut the door then.

“No!” When Zaia tried to get the door open, it was sealed shut just like Sage said. Dank farrik. She pushed on it, elbowed it, but it still wouldn’t open as blaster fire continued to ring outside. Having no other option, she turned to the pirate.

“How did you get this open the first time?” she demanded, slamming a fist on the door. “I have to get out there.” She hated making her friends fight alone. While he responded, or not, Zaia would try to find the lock again, tracing her hand down the edges of the door in hopes of finding what had sealed them in.

@Die Shize

 

[The Storyteller]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

As always, the Coyote was taking his sweet ass time to find a simple silver case with a vornskr on it—or was it a rathar?—so, inevitably, the Badger waited.

“Found it. It’s locked.”

“Locked is good. Locked means you can’t open it. You didn’t shake it, did you?”

He waited.

“Shaking tends to make cases like those go boom…boom.”

He waited.

“Okay anyway head back out into the hallway and make your way to the maintenance elevator shaft. Let’s just hope it isn’t locked in any way like that case.”

Ya di’kut.

“Wanna hear a story by the way?”

Seemed only fair considering Wolf had given him something very lame.

“Had this pet raccoon once. Ended up taking her with me to a hunting expedition. Dad said it would make me a man. Badger didn’t think so. That was her name, my raccoon, Badger. I could tell by the way she purred, like she sensed danger at every corner. So we entered the forest, she chittered between the trees, I heard what sounded like a mutated donkey—”

The Badger’s voice faded away like he was in some cave, until it cut out completely, replaced with static. That’s what he reckoned, anyway, given that all he was getting from the Wolf was static.

He called again. No response. Again. Nothing.

“Well lick the kriffin’ chocolate off my Mandalorian tits, ain’t this some shit?” He told nobody.

He slapped the camera console. Tapped the cold iron of his Mandalorian helmet. Black was its color, but his armor bled another color; sometimes bright as a heart, sometimes dark and mystical, like the color of fire, or the color between the anvil and the hammer.

Then again, this Mandalorian was never much of a poet, as much as a certain Mandalorian was never a pirate, and a certain Mandalorian was never a Deucalian, whatever the kriff it meant.

"Wolf? Ya there?"

"..."

AKA he got nothing.

Nada.

"Di'kut?"

@Sicadorito (@Crux)

 

[Sag'etare Baracco]

Spoiler: Music IC - AS0-1AF Classical Radio Station

Leaning back from hunching over his violin to protect it, patting it and keeping position in the container's corner, the pirate peeked past the slit between the crates to glimpse the idiot who had mistaken him for Tarre Vizsla.

At least Zaia made more sense. She was actually asking a question with logic to it in her desperation to get out of this container that had become her prison. The pirate and the Mandalorians had that much in common.

“What’s Tarre Vizsla got to do with anything anyway?”

It was the kind of curiosity to kill a pirate.

“You saying you know where his treasure is? Darksaber?”

“I only met Darksaber once. They were touring on Nar Shaddaa. Darksaber, the best Gungan metal band I have ever ever’d.”

Another -PING!- on their container, this time definitely hitting the outside, and stronger than any ordinary blaster. It was the single-shot carnage packed in a single bolt from an assassin’s sniper rifle.

So, however desperate Zaia was, bang her fists though she might, yearning to help her friends, the pirate inside with her was in no rush to meet his death at the end of an assassin’s weapon.

“Control panel on your left. I wiggled into it for a moment long enough to loosen the lock and you did the rest with your knife on the outside. But that panel has once again died and I, a humble pirate, only live once so, sorry, hon.”

He hoped she liked the music but, even if she didn’t, he did, as much as he liked being alive.

@Sicadorito (@Zaia Krodas)

 

[Kit Zelkar]

Spoiler: Music IC - Kit's Earpiece

It’s a ridiculous distraction, they said. Something fit for a punk, a punk rocker, a teenager. Something more akin to a pirate, even. That’s not what she was. That’s not who you are. She thought as she walked along. No longer a terrorist.

Yet, though it might make it harder to listen to her environment, and while she suffered no mental trauma that she could pinpoint, there was a voice in her head, the mind of a pirate inside her like fire, and the music kept it distant.

So the woman walked with an earbud in one ear, hair covering it, veiling her countenance, and an earring in her other golden-studded ear, dangling to the collar amid an outfit of her black turtleneck sweater. Jumper. Whatever.

One eye all but hidden by her black bangs, one ear listening to music, the one-eyed woman watched and listened as she walked forward from an elevator, as if both focused and distracted, something in between.

Brown eyes, green skirt, split to show the black tattoo on the thigh and the strap fit for a blaster’s holster or a knife hidden on the other side. Human-Hapan hybrid, once a pirate turned privateer, determined to be that pirate's worst nightmare, the bounty hunter of the expanse.

It’s a bad habit, they said, smoking, but vaping wasn’t really the same thing. Not to Kit Zelkar, anyway. Away from the maintenance elevator, down the hallway, toward her target.

Maybe her earpiece also functioned as a comlink as she calmly entered the scene, a pair of blaster pistols hidden beneath the skirt at her hips.

She didn’t know who this guy was as she entered storage from behind, and he wouldn’t know whether she was a privateer, a pirate, custodian or the CEO of Vnidia.

“Bad timing?”

She asked as casually as a cloud breathed from her vape and vanished into mist. One hand held a black vape between her fingers, as her other fingernails drummed black nails off her hip, at the slit above the intricate tattoo on her thigh and whatever hides and waits to bite from within.

“That case," she motioned with her vape the same way as with a cigarette. "What’s the symbol on it?”

She couldn’t see from this distance. She could make out the shape of a mercenary as far as she could see, however, which meant just another player in this game of thrones, badgers, cloaks and daggers, which meant fair game to her, and the Empire wouldn't care for that matter.

@Sicadorito (@Crux)

 

[Crux]

“You didn’t shake it, did you?” Crux didn’t respond. “Shaking tends to make cases like those go boom…boom.”

Crux looked down at his box. After waiting a few seconds, it didn’t go boom boom, and once again he internally cursed the Badger for messing around with his head. Letting out a sigh, he would make his way out the door again before heading for the maintenance elevator.

Fortunately, this one wasn’t broken like the other, and neither was it locked. Once the doors opened and Crux stepped in, he pressed the button for the top floor as instructed from before. Elevator music began to play, going along quite well with the boring story that the Badger began to tell him.

Only it faded out midway, and he was left with just the music. Though he wasn’t complaining, Crux tapped his helmet a few times to make sure it was working.

“‘ello?” He didn’t get a response. Weird. Crux tapped it again when the doors opened to reveal a vaping girl. Amateur. Some people just couldn’t handle the real deal of spice.

“Yup.” Crux stepped out of the elevator, stopping when he was just in front of her. She breathed her vape into his face, which he didn’t appreciate, though he was glad that he’d turned on his filter earlier. “It’s a rathcar. Now get out of my way.”

He shouldered past her.

@Die Shize

 

[Zaia Krodas]

Zaia wasn’t really listening to the conversation about Tarre Vizla and the Darksaber— if Sage and Bone wanted to be stuck in here forever, they were free to do it. However, she couldn’t find anything that could possibly open the door until she heard what had to be a sniper shot on the container and the pirate mentioned the dead control panel on her left.

Even if there was an assassin outside, she would rather die fighting outside than trapped in here like some rabbit.

“I’ll bring it back to life, then,” she grumbled, turning on her flashlight once again as she peered at the panel. Numbers and letters stared back at her, and if the thing really was dead there wouldn’t be a point in guessing at a password. So she did the next best thing.

Carefully pulling out her blaster, Zaia pressed the barrel against the panel. Then she fired a single shot. If she was lucky, the thing might open the lock. At the very least it would reveal the inside of the panel, where she might be able to tap some wires. At worst it would fry the whole thing, and they could be trapped in here for the rest of their lives.

However short that would be.

@Die Shize

 

[Sag'etare Baracco]

Spoiler: Music IC - AS0-1AF Classical Radio Station (RECURRING)

“I’ll bring it back to life, then.”

Sage cocked a brow the Mandalorian’s way. He wasn’t sure what to make of the purple black hippopotamus just yet. This one has spirit.

“That’s the ticket!”

If she could bring that control panel back to life as quickly as a rabbit breeds rabbits then all the better to her and there’s your Mandalorian.

The pirate just figured that maybe Sage was safer in this container rather than dancing between containers dodging the bolts of some cold assassin.

As the Mandalorian played with the panel, the pirate played with the violin in his lap, stroking bow to the tune of whatever the stereo was playing.

Zaia whipped out her blaster and blew it as blaster bolts sounded inside and outside like the twin violin music. A blaster was one instrument the pirate didn’t have in his endeavor to unlock the container.

“I can’t remember whether Badger or asssassin,” he admitted as he paused his violin and stepped over to the Mandalorian. “However…huh…that's a vornskr on your shoulder, isn’t it?”

He gestured to her pauldron and its signet as she began tapping some wires exposed in the panel from her blaster.

“There’s a case. A silver case. With a vornskr on it. If I remember.” He shrugged, rolling a coin across his knuckles, a toothpick between his lips. “Wonder if it’s a coincidence.” He nodded at the wall.

“Shootin’s stopped. Maybe give one of your friends a call? Confirm if they showed that assassin that this badass pirate and asskickin’ Mandalorian and purple hippopotamus mean business, or at least help get the door open?”

Granted, the pirate was more interested in the Mandalorian’s shoulder at the moment than her friends. Er, her pauldron. Her vornskr. Same symbol. One case. A game…of…

“Who's up for Rummy!?"

Katana found a lantern and a crate and a deck of cards already on it as she began shuffling.

@Sicadorito (@Zaia Krodas)

 

[Kit Zelkar]

Spoiler: Music IC - Kit's Earpiece (Recurring)

Kit looked left. Looked right. Oh. Right. She had walked from the maintenance elevator when she turned, discovering the elevator coming back up. Who else would be using it in this abandoned building?

“That case. What’s the symbol on it?”

“It’s a rathcar. Now get out of my way.”

Rude.

One difference between Kit’s vape and a generic cigarette was the way the smoke fused into a haze. For a cigarette, it was languid, drifting and curling around clouds, while her vape’s smoke came out like the puff of a cloud.

This punk’s helmet wouldn't help him if his vision was set on generic at that moment. As he shouldered past her, his visor would be met by a haze of smoke to distract his eyes as Kit breathed right into his helmet.

Meanwhile she snatched his case with both hands, while he most likely held it with one hand only, simply because of probably not expecting something like this to happen given he had stepped within such close proximity of this woman.

Of which, she extended her foot to trip him up before she broke into her run.

"After the Badger?"

Unless interrupted, Kit would run toward the elevator with silver case in one hand and blaster in the other, ready to shoot back, hoping to close the doors before he might get in with her.

"Wrong floor, moron."

@Sicadorito (@Crux)

 

[Zaia Krodas]

Fortunately the blaster bolt was able to dislodge the outer layer of the panel, leaving the interior exposed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so fortunate for Sage if she were to get it open, but she was more concerned about Cas and Zad’s well-being in case something went wrong.

Zaia picked up two wires as Sage asked the question about the signet on her pauldron.

“Mhm. A vornskr.” She tried putting them together, but there was no spark or any sign of electricity. Maybe the pirate was right about this thing being entirely dead. Or maybe another pair would work? Putting down one color, Zaia grabbed another instead, putting those together too in an attempt to start it up as Sage went on to talk about a case with a vornskr on it. She paused her work and looked at him when he mentioned that.

“Really? Where’d you find it?” She didn’t think it would have anything to do with her clan— they probably hadn’t even heard of Gravenell City before, let alone get involved with pirates. Not to mention the fact that the vornskr was well known across the galaxy, and anything could take it as their symbol. Having thought it through, Zaia went back to the wires, only to notice that the pinging had stopped. Even before Sage had finished his sentence, she was already peering through the cracks of the door to see outside. Not that she could see anything.

“Zad! C—Draugr, are either of you hurt?” She pushed on the door once again, trying to get it open. Frustratingly, it still wouldn’t budge. She’d missed a whole fight and who knew how her friends were doing now? “Are you able to help us out of here?”

As for Rummy, Zaia only turned to look at the hippo to shake her head no. Bone was welcome to stay in here with the pirate and make a new friend if she wanted to, but the Mandalorian was keen to get a move on.

@Die Shize

 

[Crux]

The same thought that had entered his mind when he met Amer entered his mind yet again. Who did this woman think she was? She didn’t look like she belonged in here. Suspicious from the beginning, Crux was already on his guard. As far as he was concerned she was just another common street junkie out looking for a quick fix. So he held onto his case tighter as he made to move past her.

Then she decided to blow even more smoke into his helmet, clouding his vision. At the same time he felt a sudden, strong yank at the case in the direction of the elevator. His gut had been right— she was a thief! Crux pulled back hard on the handle, concurrently pulling out his blaster with his right arm as he whirled around to face her. He stumbled a little as one leg came into contact with her foot in front of him, but he didn’t fall as he lifted his pistol. Given their height difference, it would pretty much be pointed directly at her face.

“You ain’t stealin’ from me.” Crux huffed, then realized what she’d said. How did she know about the Badger? He didn’t lower his blaster, especially not after she called him a moron. He couldn’t be on the wrong floor— he’d pressed the button for the top floor like his employer had asked. Unless…

“What does a punk like you want with the Badger?”

@Die Shize

 

[Sag'etare Baracco]

Spoiler: Music IC - AS0-1AF Classical Radio Station

“Weird little name, Draugr,” Sage offered as he leaned against the container. He figured the best thing he could do besides wait on a response was wait on a response while leaning and talking. “Sounds like a bug I stepped on once.”

“Wait wait wait. I think I set this up for poker not rummy. DUMMY.”

“Not my first time getting locked in a container, I admit.” He shifted his toothpick. “Sometimes because I’m a pirate. Other times because I’m a…” He remembered one container with six Zeltron women in it and one naked Zabrak. “...Pirate.”

When you lived the life of a guy who could have nights like those and get up with your credits still in your wallet and your clothes on the edge of your bed then you were doing something right.

“Try the purple wire. Nah that’s the pink one. Wait no try both. Yeah cross the pink wire with the purple wire and see what happens.”

He didn’t wait.

“Ah, that was the Mando pirate’s name.” He was already busy waiting for the Ranger or the Deucalala to respond so decided to express his thoughts. “Ratheon. Endyr Ratheon.”

"He was a pirate!"

@Sicadorito (@Zaia Krodas)

 

[Kit Zelkar]

Spoiler: Music IC - Kit Zelkar's Earpiece

Sex, sexes and relative strength aside, Kit may have the upper hand rather than this guy, at least when it came to tugging the case forward if not out of this man’s grip. He had only one hand on that case to her two to begin with.

However, said case wasn't coming out of his grip. Instead of playing tug of war, Kit let her opponent have the case for the moment. Her sudden release would speed up his momentum as he pulled back hard and potentially into his stumble.

Meanwhile, both her hands free, the interruption on her person caused Kit to skip the elevator as she lifted two blasters from her skirt and thighs. After some delay, both their weapons came up roughly at the same time.

Kit did have two to his one but it only took one gun with one bolt to plug a hole in the skull.
How many did it take to make a man no longer a man, though?

“Punk, huh?” She blew a few bangs of hair away from her face along with vape smoke to expose her right eye. “Must be the haircut.”

Wherever his blaster targeted her person, Kit had one muzzle aimed at his neck, the other on his groin, one ear to the environment, the other to her noise.

“Give me that case and I’ll tell you all about badgers,” she promised.

Maybe this idiot thought he could break a poker face but he hadn’t come across Kit Zelkar’s until this moment and he didn’t even know her name.

Her expression was plain as day, on a face that wasn’t everyday, but she had no mind to play the babe for this guy. He was simply in her way and had a case that wasn’t even his.

@Sicadorito (@Crux)

 

[Zaia Krodas]

Zaia stopped fumbling with the wires once more when Sage poked fun at Draugr’s name. Even if it was only a disguise, she wasn’t about to let some pirate wave Casany off like that. She turned her helmet to face the pirate, jabbing a finger at him.

“Hey, she’s a warrior, not some tiny bug you step on,” she said sharply before going back to the wires. Red and blue hadn’t worked, neither had red and green, and neither had blue or green, so that left combinations with pink and purple. As for Sage’s babbling, Zaia still hadn’t gotten a response from either Zad or Cas, which made her worried so she hardly paid him any attention.

“I’m already trying the purple. Yeah I know, I was just switching— I was already going to do that.” She tried to focus— she didn’t need Sage breathing down her neck as she worked. But he caught her attention again when he mentioned a Mandalorian pirate. And his name.

She turned to look at him incredulously. “You’ve met Endyr Ratheon?” She couldn’t believe it, and Bone confirmed that he was the pirate. And here she’d thought Sage might have been a decent man even if he was a pirate. Then again, if they were both in the same profession, maybe they had simply come across each other and nothing more.

“How did you meet him?” Zaia connected the pink wire with the purple, hoping for a better result this time.

@Die Shize

 

[Crux]

Despite everything Crux was thinking about this woman, he had to admit that she was quick on her feet. She had her blasters up as soon as he did— and he couldn’t help noticing that they were not pointed at his face or chest like he’d thought. Both of hers were angled a little lower than he anticipated, and definitely lower than he liked.

He scowled behind his helmet as she blew her hair from her eye. At least the puff was to her own face this time. She almost reminded him of Jon, and it was no compliment.

“No can do, missy.” Crux kept his grip firm around the case, his blaster still level with her head. “Not ‘til you tell me what’s in ‘ere and what you have to do with the Badger.” Who knew, maybe he was supposed to give this case to this woman, but the Badger hadn’t contacted him since that dull story in the elevator and Crux wasn’t giving up that easily. Not when she had a blaster pointing at his crotch.

Shifting his position just the slightest, he slid his left foot forward and his right back into a more defensive stance. His right arm pulled back too, keeping the case further from this woman. Whoever she was, junkie or not, she was a threat and Crux would treat her like one until he knew what the kriff was going on.

@Die Shize

 

[Sag'etare Baracco]

In A Container
Sage'tare Baracco
Zaia Krodas

Spoiler: Music IC - AS0-1AF Classical Radio Station (Recurring)

Sage met the black visor of that blue white helmet and wondered about the eyes behind it. What color were the eyes of this woman? Vornskr signet. Hmm. Black. Grey. Red?

She spoke the Mandalorian pirate’s name just then, repeated it back to him, as if it should mean anything to anyone except to Sage.

“Hmm how did I meet him?” His turn to repeat as he pinched his chin. “Let’s see…”

He flipped a coin, saw that it landed on heads, lost his silent bet.

“Ah! That’s it.” He leaned in closer as the container door sparked, spasmed, like a heart trying to come back to life.

“So there we were, Captain Sage Baracco and the crew of the Endless Song, taken aback trying to get squared away for a square meal with all scuttlebutt, scuttlefish and scallion past the scullery and pass the cutlery.” He watched the Mandalorian’s hands as he spoke.

“Granted, shiver me timbers, whatever happens happens, it is what it is. In a tavern just after a tide over, however, in walks a Mandalorian who turns out to be a pirate for the Storm’s Sun under Captain Val’kaanen. Neither’s droll, don’t get me wrong, they both take the con on being in the doldrums when I was three sheets to the wind with some wench, but that was some time ago, I digress. I hear he’s in town but so is the Badger and the Outer Rim Clown. Kriff do I know?”

That door ought to open any moment and, when it did, the pirate knew he had to have his mind made up as to whether he should stay behind or go with. There was more than one outfit. But only one violin. The question was what became of that damn assassin?

@Sicadorito (@Zaia Krodas)

 

[Kit Zelkar]

In A Building
Kit Zelkar
Crux

Spoiler: Music IC - Kit's Earpiece (Recurring)

The longer the pair stood like this the more the privateer wondered after her opponent being an amateur as much as an idiot. He got into a defensive stance which suggested he considered his opponent to be a threat.

On her end, there was no telling whether Kit Zelkar could deliver a bolt to this man’s dick with one squeeze of the trigger and another to his throat the same instant but there was only one way to find out. Though they both wanted answers.

“Maybe I know what’s in the case, maybe I don’t,” Kit admitted, both nothing as much as everything.

“Badgers are another matter. This, however, is what is called a stalemate.”

Thin vape, as black as her sweater, tucked at a corner of her lips, eyes never off her opponent.

“Give me the case. Make a decision. I’ll wait. I’ve got all day.”

She sucked behind her teeth and blew her vape his way.

“Do you?”

@Sicadorito (@Crux)