The Last Job...

[Bee-Den Iosis]

It was cold...then again, thats all Dinn felt these last few years. He put on his hood and headed out to the bar. When he stepped in, liquor and sweat filled his nostrils. Drunk men trying to get some. And women who would gladly say no. He sat at a booth, ordering a drink a scoping out his informant. There was to be a terrorist attack, and if Dinn stopped it he'd be payed nice enough to retire. But of course it was said to happen at midnight. It was 7 o 'clock. This should be great.

 

[Silver Cutlass]

It was another rainy day on Nar Shaddaa. The droll of a thick rainstorm added to the ambiance the world already gave off, mixing with the sound of airspeeder's zooming about and people walking along the streets. Nero, dressed in his usual duster coat and brown hat, was gritting his teeth. He had come here on his way to Zonju V, to stop and refuel his ship, but right now what he really needed was a hard drink. Finding the nearest cantina, the old Smuggler didn't bother to check out the name on the place as he walked in.

His first reaction was relief to be out of the cold and wet. The next was a feeling of comfort, of being in a place familiar to him. While he had never been in this particular cantina, it was just like most of the ones he had been to. Low-class, cheap furniture, and scum filling the seats was a sight he was used to, although this once he wouldn't have minded being in an upscale bar, so he'd have someone hold his wet hat and coat for him. But without any such service available here, he headed straight to his home away from home: the bar.

He took a seat in one of the crummy bar-stools, as they didn't have any that weren't worn out, and waited for the bartender to approach. "What can I do for yous'?" The old Nikto asked. Nero placed several credit chips on the table. "Denon Daquiri. The whole bottle, if you could." He asked gruffly. The old man nodded his head and went off to go about Nero's request, and meanwhile the smuggler propped up on the bar and hung his head, waiting for his drink.

 

[Bee-Den Iosis]

The rain was pouring by the time Dinn got his drink. He popped the bottle like he did every other, with his sword. The cap slid across the floor near the bar, but he cared for it no longer. He kicked up his feet and tried to relax before it was back to action. After a good 10 minutes, a tall, skinny and very deathly junkie walked in, looked for a few minutes then walked towards Dinn.
"Are you the...uhh...merc?" The kid was obviously high of something. He was looking very tense and shaking. Dinn nodded and took a smoke. "I heard you'd get me a high if i got you info on the attack?" The kid leaned in and Dinn had light of his face.His eyes were bloodshot and you could spot the veins in his cheeks. His face was pale and looked revolting. However, Dinn nodded again and listened for the info. After listening to circles of info, Dinn realized he didn't have alot to go on.
1. There would be a meeting with some potential threats on a high rise an a hour.
2. A suspect has been seen around the apparent attack spot.

Dinn began to leave when the druggie caught his arm. "You owe me buddy....right?" Dinn shrugged him off.

"It's bad for you kid", Dinn said walking away. Suddenly, the junkie screamed and sprinted towards the bounty hunter. Dinn quickly flicked his cigarette in the addict's face. While distracted, Dinn gave a left punch to the kid, knocking him into and over the bar.

 

[Silver Cutlass]

Not paying any mind to anyone else, the bartender eventually returned with Nero's bottle of Daiquiri. The old smuggler nodded in response, and took hold of the bottle with his left hand, taking down a chug of the stuff. Feeling the alcohol trickle down his throat was pleasant to Nero, and brought relaxation to his body. Sighing in relief, he put the bottle down back on the bar. However, next thing he knew this kid flew onto the bar, flopping around like a fish out of water, taking down Nero's bottle of Denon Daiquiri along with it.

'I just wanted to have a nice, quiet drink' Nero thought to himself as his brain forced his body to move backwards, onto his feet. Grumbling at the punk who just flew across the bar, Nero wanted to know the real culprit that ruined his evening drink. Clenching his fists, Nero gritted his teeth. "Alright, who's the garbage that is gonna get their teeth pulled out for spilling my drink?" He implored, staring down the kid who just got flung across the bar.

 

[Bee-Den Iosis]

Dinn instantly recognized the voice. He turned back to the counter and glarred. "Same punk who won a artifact from you in a pazzack game 20 years ago..." He held his sword and kept his eyes on the smuggler. "You're a ghost stranger, I've tried to track you down." He watched others scurry away from the scene. "Where have you been?" His tone was angrier and held held his grip tighter.

 

[Silver Cutlass]

That voice... a pazaak game twenty years ago? It was starting to come back to him now. His displeasure turned to slight displeasure. "Dinn Yall." Nero turned to face him, his face looking a bit scruffier, a bit older. "I haven't seen you since that botched job on, Coruscant, was it?" He remarked. It had been a long time since he'd seen Dinn. Or anyone from Team Deltro. Even Zar hadn't been heard from in ages. "I figured floating about the Outer Rim for ten years I'd see at least one familiar face. But you're the only one of the guys I've seen."

Looking back over to the piece of trash who was just now picking himself up off the bar, Nero walked over to him and grabbed his shirt from the back. Slamming him down on top of the bar, face-up, Nero looked the kid in the eyes, smelling the drugs from his breath and seeing it in his eyes. "Kids these days." He remarked, before lifting his fist back and slamming it into the kid's face, knocking him out cold. Nero took the druggie by the shirt and flung him into the floor. "I hope you didn't need him for anything. So, what brings you all the way out here to Nar Shaddaa? You turn Deltro into a solo act?" Nero asked him.

 

[Bee-Den Iosis]

"Apart from my usual killing and fighting, I'm stopping a terrorist threat." He also recalled not seeing anyone from the Team. "I guess we're the only survivors of Team Deltro, huh?" He scratched his scruffy, grey and brown beard. "That little shit barely told me a thing." Now I'm of to some high rise to get more info...and i ain't even drunk yet" He laughed taking a swig of beer, he went closer to Nero.

 

[Silver Cutlass]

Nero crossed his arms and scratched his chin stubble. "Terrorist attack, huh? I'm not busy at this moment, considering my glass of alcohol just got poured all over the bar, so what do you say we make Team Deltro go down in the history holos?" Nero asked, uncrossing his arms and patting the heavy blaster pistol at his side. He hadn't been partnered much with Dinn, but had known him before the team, and if he was going to stop some terrorists, Nero figured he'd give him a hand. Besides, he hadn't gotten any target practice in about three days.

 

[Bee-Den Iosis]

He agreed and started to walk to his ship. "We'll fly over on my ship and listen in." He opened the hatch to his ride and jumped inside waiting for Nero. He changed into his armor. He sat thinking about his past with Deltro, and how far he's gone from there. He let his droid drive this route, a droid he took from a raid on a manor in Dantooine.