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[Wesk]

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Wesk trailed behind a fairly well armed and armored Rodian. The bounty hunter held a firm grip on the elbow of the bound target the two of them were bringing in. Technically Wesk had actually just been transporting the Rodian and his quarry. The redheaded teen was not a bounty hunter, not yet.

This was the third time that she had transported a bounty hunter. The second time it had been one with its target. Each had paid decently enough. Aside from some grumbling and awkward silences the trips had been alright.

The pilot for hire figured it would be in her best interest to get a bounty hunting license and join the guild if she was going to be making a habit out of this. At the same time there were plenty of hunters out there that needed a pilot. With how expansive space is there is a high chance that a bounty will require expert piloting and a decent ship. She thought to herself as her red hair fell around her shoulders. One arm tucked the flight suit's helmet under one arm. The bounty hunter cantina was the best place to do some networking if the young girl wanted to get hired.

Previously she had gone no further than the hangar her ship sat in. Wesk wondered if it would be like the wild dive bars of Nar Shaddaa or perhaps a little more tame. Being around so many bounty hunters at once was a new experience. The Rodian she had most recently transported pealed off with his payment. <"Catch you later little red"> He said with a tone of thanks in his native tongue. Wesk nodded and then went towards the bar knowing that she attracted a few looks. Mostly it was because it was the first time she had been to the cantina which were used to regulars.

@Taz

 

[Dax Rau]

Dax had been nursing a drink at the bar for the better part of an hour now. Both before it was a pain to slide the straw in under his helmet, and because It was not really what he ordered. It bothered him, but not enough to correct the droid's mistake. Or bring attention to himself. Instead he scanned his datapad, checking for open contracts.

The mando was not officially a member of the guild. Rather he was freelancer. A hunter who popped in, collected the low hanging fruit. While the more respected members gathered the prized targets, or on occasion help another hunter with more difficult prey. But for the moment now he just sat here skimming through the list and sipping his starfire skee.

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[Wesk]

Wesk kept looking around, trying to take in as much of the Guild and its members. Many of them openly sported weaponry that was just as unique as the hunters that wielded them. One lone individual sat at the bar but was not looking her way. His body was not facing towards the redhead but she stared at him curiously.

A figure walked past her, closer than most other. Wesk caught the body language in her peripheral vision and tore her eyes away from Dax. Her hazel eyes landed on a stern looking pantoran who cocked an eyebrow at her. "You sure you're in the right spot kid?" She asked.

"I don't think I'm in the wrong place." She replied without intending to sound snarky. "I am interested in joining the guild." The pantoran did not say anything at first. But then she smiled and revealed perfect white teeth. "Sure kid. Come by table in a couple minutes. Grab a drink and I'll maybe help you out." The pantoran said and walked towards a booth. It was vacated for her.

The young pilot headed towards the bar and stood up to order. She was not the tallest of people as it was. "Can I please have a dark ale." She was not a big drinker but remembered what the large cat like being on Nar Shaddaa had ordered. It seemed like this was a place that warranted the same type of beverage order. But now as she waited for it to be poured she stood next to the armored individual. "How long have you been bounty hunting?"

@Taz

 

[Dax Rau]

Dax didn't move his helmeted head as he flipped faces on the datapad. But he could hear the tiny exchange. The Pantoran woman was familiar to the mando, a guild member of some manner if he remembered correctly. But not a hunter if he remembered correctly. The other frail, nervous.

He train of thought moved on as the noticed the exchange ended. As did his interest in the open contracts. Most of the ones at his level would hardly put fuel in his ship. Frustrated, he tossed the pad down and looked to his drink. A tall glass of green-blue liquor, with the taste that reminded him of engine solvent. Dax cocked his helmet, slid the slraw under the visor, and sipped

Suddenly a young woman, girl really, walked up to the bar. The girl looked like another red head that he knew. Only with tiny dots on her face. She would be cute, if she didn't look like she was young enough to be his baby sister. She asked about his experience, her voice again frail. Despite perhaps trying to appear otherwise.

"I'm a Mandalorian. Haven't you heard, we're born hunters." He answered with a amused scoff. "By the way, five credits says that broken droid pours you the wrong beer."

 

[Wesk]

"So awhile then." She murmured after Dax gave his version of an answer. But it was quiet and mostly to herself out of reflex. She was analyzing him, like looking at a new piece of machinery or tool.

"Deal." She said in a serious tone only giving a moments pause. "I have confidence that with my simple order it is less difficult than...whatever cocktail that is." she said and nodded towards the beverage sitting in front of the Mandalorian. Her expression indicated she liked her odds.

A few moments would pass and Wesk stared at the bottles behind the counter. The lettering, names, shape, all of the details she ended up looking at while her mind wandered. Then she realized that she had still not been served. The droid eventually came back after the freckle faced pilot raised a hand. "I have not been served my beer yet."

The droid looked at her. Its photoreceptors whirred for a moment and it felt like the droid was squinting at her. "MMMnoo kzz~ I'd remember you. You have many small abnormal face splotches. What can I kzz~et you?"

"Thank you. It is one of my more defining physical traits...I think I'll get a cider then. Whatever you have." Her face did not show that it seemed like it was phased by the order being forgotten entirely by the droid. She drummed her fingers on the bar counter for a moment, waiting for her drink to come again. While she waited she made puttering noises with her lips.

@Taz

 

[Dax Rau]

Dax was attempting to joke, but not sure it came off as playful or just being an ass. Her retort was equally flat. Perhaps meaning to mostly speak to herself. But the mando managed to pick up on the words just enough. He gave a sigh realizing he likely also missed a step. A lady's man he was not.

He sat back then as she also excepted his little wager. Which even if he lost, and he didn't think he would, he would of at least broken the ice. The redhead seemed confident in the fact her beer was simple where as his swill was not. What she didn't know, couldn't have know. Was that he didn't ask for the damn thing. The droid made a comment about her appearance, then seemed to utterly forget about her all together.

"Hey kid, forget the beer." He said trying to get her attention again, then continued. "Not sure you're old enough to drink anyway. What is a girl like you doing in a hunter bar anyway?" The mando was genuinely interested. A freelancer and merc, Dax knew well that bounty hunting took all kinds. But this girl looked out of place, even for here.

 

[Wesk]

The Mandalorian spoke up again, talking to her in the same gravely voice as before. Obviously he was male and she figured he had a rough exterior though other than that she could only guess at his appearance.

"I'm trying to join the Bounty Hunter's Guild." She answered honestly and with a straight forward answer. There was not much point in her hiding it. The red head was fine with also getting any assistance.

As she thought about this, and finally got her cider from the bartending droid, she looked towards the other side of the bar. There the Pantoran sat, speaking with another hunter for the time being. Perhaps I should order a drink for her. Maybe that would reinforce a sense of camaraderie and better improve relations.

@Taz

 

[Dax Rau]

Dax cocked his helmeted head in question for a passing moment. Trying to push down a snort laugh of amusement as he sized him the tiny girl. His helmet obviously looking her up and down before he asked his next question. "Do you have a target in mind?" he asked. His tone, even behind the helmet, unable to hide his amusement.

The mando could also see that the red head was attracting the attention of the of a few others in the bar. Including the Pantoran. As much as he did not like the idea of taking a fresh faced girl into combat, especially one he had no time to asses the skill set of. She was also a payday he couldn't pass up. Or allow to get poached by a blue skinned nurf herder.

"Tell you what kid, maybe we can help each other out. You line up a target, I'll help you bring'em in. My cut will be forty percent of the bounty. No pilots though, I hate hunting down pilots in souped up fighters"

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