Ask What's Your Horuz-cope

Amun Seti stood in the bathroom of the dingy bar on Horuz, staring in the mirror. He had arrived on the planet several hours before, sent on what he assumed was a wild goose chase. He possessed a piece of a map, and supposedly the rest of the map was somewhere on the world. A map to the treasures of the Iridium, a band of pirates that had been destroyed by the Jedi during the Clone Wars. Almost two hundred years ago, Amun figured that it was all legend and myth. It didn't matter though, he had managed to nick the map piece from an antiques shop on Omega and he owed Acklay big time, big enough to attempt this venture alone.

Almost alone.

Amun looked in the mirror, barely recognizing his face even though the Crimson Dawn had only altered it slightly. Between the black hair and softer features, the only thing he recognized were his silver eyes. The face looking back at him looked too familiar thought. A flash of memory, the stench of ozone and burning flesh. He closed his eyes trying to purge it, but could only see Jeset looking back at him. Not the silver haired Sith who had murdered a girl in cold blood all those years ago, but the Jeset who's name he stole. He shook his head, trying to shake away the lingering memories that he felt didn't belong to him. The rush of power and the tingle of magic. He turned and rushed to the toilet to puke.

Washing his mouth out at the sink, Amun turned to exit the bathroom and return to the bar. His outfit was simple, something he would typically wear when working. However what was new was the blast vest he wore over it, the blaster on his right hip, the vibrosword over his shoulder. A combat knife and a combat fusion cutter were on his belt and two smaller knives were stuffed in his boots. A tightly wound garrote sat in his pocket. No longer the Sith Acolyte Jeset, he was now Amun Seti. A young mercenary and artifact hunter.

Returning to his seat at the bar, he sipped at a watered down ale as he waited for his contact. A member of the Crimson Dawn, the organization he was beginning to work with often, due to the debt he owed the slicer. She had saved his ass, but it had shackled him to her and her employer. All thing's considered it wasn't terrible. He could lay low, wait for the heat to die. In the meantime, he would work, save, train and study. And if he was lucky perhaps get his hands on some ancient knowledge for himself.

@Zay

It didn't take long for a man to sit next to Amun at the bar and ask for him by name. Must be his contact.

"That's me." He said quietly before sipping his drink. The man introduced himself, Crow. Obviously an alias. He had access to information about Amun so he was likely a part of the Dawn. Mars was a new one, perhaps a closer peak at the identity that Acklay kept hidden behind that mask.

"That's good." He responded quietly to the man's comment about considering him a professional. As far as Amun considered it, he was. He had been doing field work from a young age under the tutelage of a Sith, of course that was all well and hidden in the past, buried alongside a name that died over Junction. Still the skills and knowledge remained.

Crow explained the job, a gallery hosted by a mining corp. Showing off the spoils they had ripped from Horuz's crust. Gem stones and crystals galore, worth plenty on both the open market and the shadier one. Amun glanced over the datapad that Crow slid his way, eyes browsing the information, one eyebrow slowly rising the further he read. Very interesting. Even more interesting was the compensation, very generous. He wondered if there was a catch.

"I'm in." He said before knocking back the rest of his beer. It was practically water but that was the point, no reason to go about working with a buzzing head. "Do you already have an in on the gallery, or is that where we start?" He asked as he set the empty cup down. Right to business. Something like this could fill the debt he owed Acklay, Mars, up quite nicely. Maybe enough left over to buy himself something nice as well.

@Zay

"Towels?" Amun asked, raising an eyebrow as Crow outlined the plan. "Well you're right about service people being invisible." That much was very very true. It was a ruse that was tried and true, though it also meant that more experienced security personnel might be extra attentive to them.

"A third?" Amun said, not really asking as a question. Of course there was a third. More people to get caught, more people to split the money with. Lovely. Amun turned to look at the door as a rather flamboyantly dressed man came through the door. He watched as the man swiped a drink from a table before approaching them and speaking near gibberish. Amun stared at him for just a moment before looking at Crow.

"This guy? Really?" He looked at the man once more, though his attention had never really left him. He gave him an up and down as he took in the flashy outfit. He looked at Crow again. "Don't tell me getting caught is part of the plan." He could already see it, the swashbuckling man buckle-swashing the job, and consequentially them, right into a prison cell.

@Alhon @Zay

Amun still had his uncertainties about the job as Crow explained the job. "Alright." He agreed with a nod and a shrug. If worse came to worse, he could always just bail. The score was certainly worth a bit of risk.

Amun's eyes settled on the pirates hook hand as he dug the point into the table. The man had a hook hand. Could things get more ridiculous? Perhaps he would buy himself a proper prosthetic with his share of the reward. Amun looked to Crow as the pirate tried to extort a bigger share of the reward. There was certainly a flicker of annoyance in Amun's eyes but he quickly subdued it as he let the man doing the hiring worry about such matters. So long as he got paid.

Captain Hook seemed to have his mind on even less serious matters however as he launched into a tirade about moniker appropriation, suggesting an alternative name for Crow that seemed more like an insult. The boisterous pirate was beginning to grate and Amun wondered if there was a shortage of professionals in the area.

"You two figure out the name thing, I'm gonna hit the refresher. Let me know what to call you both when I get back." Amun said before standing and walking back to the refresher that he had come from earlier. His mind was busy as he walked though and he had no intention of leaving the conversation behind as he focused his mind. The bathroom had no door and it was a simple matter of leaning against the wall just inside as he let his senses slip back to the bar, his eyes closed as his sense of hearing attuned and filtered out the general chatter of the bar to focus on the continuation of the two's conversation.

@Zay @Alhon