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Nestled at the beating heart of the so-called 'Biox Detour' smuggling route, could be found the Rings of Kafrene. An infamous trading outpost of scum and villainy, for many it was also considered to be home. One such being who saw this bustling outpost in such a way was Troo'til Sissian, a diminutive Chadra-fan who made an honest living as a junk dealer, and a less-honest one as a smuggler and privateer. To those who worked with him in that line of work, he was known by the moniker Shadowpaw, and it was under that name that he operated today.

Meandering his way through the hustle and bustle of the Kafrenian marketplace, Shadowpaw was dressed simply - trousers and a shirt, with a blast vest in case anyone got any funny ideas. At his hip, a Blurrg Pistol could be seen, whilst a Vibro-blade was located in his right boot and a small collection of throwing knives secreted elsewhere about his person. He walked with the confident swagger of one who knew his surroundings and was comfortable in them as he made his merry journey to the docks, more specifically to the Bar Bar Drinks cantina, a noted meeting place for spacers of his ilk.

Heading out of the marketplace, he entered into the bar.

It was reasonably silent inside, many of the usual patrons clearly out on business - however those that remained no doubt would be looking for work. This, Shadowpaw chuckled to himself as he walked through the bar, waving at the barkeep, is something I might be able to help them with. Heading into a booth at the back, he quickly checked his datapad. Having put the word out on through the usual channels earlier in the week, what remained to be seen, was who would answer?

OOC: Open to Five-Syndicate members, Bounty Hunters and Smugglers looking for work.
 

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Man it had been a while, laying low and recovering from the sickness that plagued the young Mandalorian's body. The disease was something he would have to live with for the rest of his life, but that wouldn't stop him from living up to the ideals he had set forth for himself. I am a child of the Watch, the young Mandalorian thought to himself.

But, things had gone stale and with rumors of these darksiders growing into a bigger threat, credits and jobs were starting to get scarce. That's why the young bounty hunter had taken up any sort of job he could get his hands on, and the prospects of a crew forming on Kafrene seemed good enough. Hopefully it would be for something reputable, a good cause--worse case it was some sort of heist crew.

Stepping into the bar, the Mandalorian peered around the area, his eyes shifting under the visor of his helm, peering for this Shadowpaw character, walking awkwardly, the boy would peer around the room--stopping to gaze upon a Chadra-fan who had taken to the back of the room.

Stepping forward, the Mandalorian would appear simply as an emotionless visage of metal, the only life coming from the black visor of his helm. "Tell me, do I want to waste my time listening to your proposal, or should I just arrest you now?"
 

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There was an unusual sight in the cantina: a BX commando droid. He was sitting at a table, chit chatting with another customer, a Trandoshan. Judging from their tones and gestures, they were having a quite heated conversation with him, perhaps regarding a bounty or some other kind of job. After sending the droid to hell, the Trandoshan stood up abruptly and left the cantina.

At that point, the droid sighed and stood up, approaching the Chadra Fan and the Mandalorian. The droid had a vibrosword strapped to his back and a DL-44 blaster pistol on his right side. "Gentlemen, could we try to not get into a fight already? We're here for work, not arguments" the droid said with a deep, masculine voice. His hand idly rested on his blaster, more as a safety measure than anything.
 

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"Tell me, do I want to waste my time listening to your proposal, or should I just arrest you now?" the intimidating words came from an equally as intimidating figure, a Mandalorian by the looks of him. Shadowpaw chuckled as he turned away from his table to face the man, who was now accompanied by a droid. Giving the Droid a once over, he recognised the make and model, an old commando unit by the looks of it. Didn't think many of those were still active outside the arenas, he thought to himself as it spoke. "Gentlemen, could we try to not get into a fight already? We're here for work, not arguments." it said, it's hand dropping to a firearm on its hip.

"Agreed friend," Shadowpaw began with a smile, keeping his hands away from his own weapons so as to avoid heightening the tension. "...and besides, we aren't breaking any laws," he laughed "...so arresting me would be counter-productive. After all, we are just here to talk business." Hopefully, tensions would have lowered somewhat, and so Shadowpaw waved down a serving droid. "One Corellian Ale, and one for my friend here," he waved his right paw at the Mandalorian "...have a drink, and hear me out at least?" he asked the Mandalorian, waving his left hand in a calming motion to the Droid.

Returning to the table, he took a seat, slowly, before placing his paws on the table as a sign of trust, and gesturing for the others to take a seat.
 

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Rynn's hidden visage studied the chadra fan for a moment, there were no surprise goons, no pulling of a blaster. Perhaps he needed proper work, only time could tell. The young Mandalorian was starting to settle in, but the sound of a droid to his left caught him off guard. "Perhaps you don't have a personality matrix, there was no ill words in my voice, only a warning."

The Mandalorian would slide into the seat, his head shifting between the two of them, a hand hidden beneath his cloak and on the handle of his blaster. Mandalorian armor was worth a decent sum of credits in these parts, perhaps it was a set up. He listened as the Chadra-Fan began to order drinks, he tried to interject by raising his hand--it was too late.

As the drinks came, the Mandalorian would only raise his helm partially, barely revealing his lips as he took a drink. "So what do you need, and who do you work for?"

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166 relaxed some after seeing that the two seemed to calm down, and took a seat at the table, relatively close to the Chadra-fan, likely to give him protection in case there was any issues or dangers. He still kept an optical sensor on the Mandalorian, but he was relaxed, rather than tense. He nodded at the man's question, turning towards Shadowpaw. "We may be fellow Syndicate members, but we haven't met before, so I have no idea what you may want to do."
 

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"So what do you need, and who do you work for?" the Mandalorian, now apparently dissuaded from slapping him in cuffs, joining Shadowpaw at the table. As he did so, the Commando Droid did it's best to keep things calm, likewise, before stating "We may be fellow Syndicate members, but we haven't met before, so I have no idea what you may want to do."

Shadowpaw laughed, waving for the Droid to sit down, as the diminutive Chadra-Fan ignored the talk of the Syndicates, hoping to gloss over that topic given present company.

"Self-employed," he remarked, answering the Mandalorians question in a tremendously unhelpful way "...but running a job for some locals on Eriadu, you may have heard of the place?" Shadowpaw tapped his datapad and produced a small map of the system, pointing at the world in question "A small band of locals there are looking for an enterprising, commercially minded individual," he jabbed his thumb at himself "...which, naturally they have found, to bring a few crates of weapons - blasters and the like - and a couple of items of combat armour, not as fancy as yours through," Shadowpaw chuckled, looking at the Mandalorian and swiping his datapad over to the next screen, which showed a picture of some blast vests.

"...we get it on the world, as part of my usual shipment of agricultural machinery, and then boom," he slammed his paw on the table "...make a tidy profit."
 
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