Dingy Coruscant Cantina (Bounty Hunter for Higher)

[Markovnikov]

"I'll put it simply: I have a contract to kill some gang leader on Tatooine. Of course, showing up there for a day and disappearing after he's dead will probably raise suspicion, even on that scum of a world. So, I sent my ship there a few days ago, planning on hitching a ride and landing there unofficially. I get an alibi, you do whatever you want and get your alibi, and we both get paid."

Tarko leaned back against the wall, trying not to grin.

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

Wedge smiled beneath his helmet. The word "paid" was a good word.

"Who's the target... uh... you never game me a name."

Wedge didn't trust this guy, but credits always helped loosen the distribution of that trust.

 

[Markovnikov]

"So you can dump me and claim the bounty? I may be new to this, but I'm not an idiot."

He lifted himself off the wall, before pushing past the HK droids and wandering down the corridor.

"I'll tell you more planetside. Until then, you just have to live with me."

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

Wedge ordered the HKs to keep a watchful eye over their... guest.

"I meant your name. I thought Twi'leks were smart. As for the target, I doubt he's worth too much if you're just starting out."

Wedge followed on after, the HK droids on his tail.

 

[Markovnikov]

"Name's Tarko Una. Try not to let it be the last one you hear. Got a spare bunk anywhere?"

Droids unnerved him. Especially those with guns. This was going to be an interesting trip, to say the least...

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

"No need. This ship will get us to Mos Eisley in six more hours tops. Your sitting in the cock pit where I can keep an eye on you."

Wedge shouldered past the smaller alien and motioned for him to follow.

 

[Markovnikov]

"Afraid of little old me? Can't say I blame you."

Tarko chuckled slightly, following some way behind the human. He started to take not of all the little hiding holes on the ship; can't be too careful, after all. This big guy probably shouldn't be trusted.

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

Wedge dropped into a seat in the cockpit, motioning for the humanoid to sit opposite him. He removed his helmet.

"Name's Wedge. Wedge Finnigin. You have some explaining to do. I want to know about this job and how much I can expect to make."

 

[Markovnikov]

Tarko dropped into the seat gladly, enjoying the little comfort.

"It's not a lot. Find some Rodian named Kavvat and make their head splatter over the walls. His base of operations is just outside of Mos Eisley."

He turned his chair to the controls, studying them. He doubted he'd ver get to pilot this thing, but still... just to try something that didn't keep fallng apart...

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

Noticing the Twi'lek scanning the controls the Mandalorian laughed.

"They're locked down by R4 - only I can access them through him. And he's programmed to melt down upon anything being tampered with without my codes, which I memorised."

 

[Markovnikov]

He drummed his fingers along the control panel, leaning back in his chair.

"I'll have to get something similar for mine... You don't strike me as the playful type; what do you do on these trips to keep yourself amused?"

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

Wedge grinned.

"I pull the wings off flies."

He pulled out a metal container from under his chair.

"Pazaak." He opened the container to reveal a good many cards.

 

[Markovnikov]

"Sorry, I've never played."

He propped his feet on the panel, leaning back slowly.

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

"Heh, I don't care much for it. The aim is to use cards, some plus some minus, to reach 20 without going bust."



OOC: Time skip?

 

[Markovnikov]

OoC: Might be an idea. This is going nowhere.

 

[Baldoren Caldorik]

Narrative: Several hours later the two arrive on Tatooine. They make their way into Mos Eiesly.

"I could use a drink. Cantina."

Wedge was now fully armoured again, his helmet turning on his shoulders, keeping an eye on events around him.