To Create an Alliance (Lavi and Mrun)

[Lavi]

Within the Coruscant cantina, Marian remained in a corner booth as to attract as little attention as possible. Being dressed in a somewhat urbane suit would probably attract attention that was not desired. He took a sip of his alcoholic beverage, and waited for the other to arrive. Marian hated crowds, and he hoped that this meeting would be short and to-the-point.

The pirate sighed, taking a puff of his cigarette. 'How boring...' he thought.

 

[Will]

Ivan saw the coil of cigarette smoke, recognising the final addition to the 'big three' he was collecting. He crammed himself into the booth, ordering a still water. ''Marian.'' He nodded. He had heard of the pirate. Most other pirates had, like most would have heard of Ivan the red.

 

[Lavi]

"Ivan," Marian acknowledged, leaning back in his seat.

He snuffed out the fire of his cigarette, storing it into his jacket. "What brings you to contact me?" he asked.

 

[Will]

''I have a proposition. You are renowned for your skills in piloting and subtlety in boarding actions. I want you to join us, the bloodied hand, as one of my three top officers, along with the head of boarding actions, and director of smuggling. You would certainly get a high cut of the money made from the stash, if you joined us, and you would get action unknown to pirates before us.'' He stayed insmiling, but there was a glint in his eye.

 

[Lavi]

"An interesting proposal," began Marian, leaning forward in his seat as to feign interest. "But, what are you wanting out of me?"

It's not everyday that an independent pirate is approached with a proposal become one of the "big guys," and Marian was skeptical. Indeed: what is expected for the one to accept such a powerful proposal?

 

[Will]

''All i need is your skill. I want you command my starfighters. You are the only man suitable, after reading your repitoire.'' He leaned back, into the seat, drinking his water again, the red velvet comfortable.

 

[Lavi]

"So the lawless have a repertoire now?" Marian asks, sarcastically.

Placing his hands together, Marian thought about Ivan's proposal. "I suppose I can accept this offer. Are damage repairs cut from the paycheck?"

 

[Will]

''They do indeed'' Replied Ivan. ''Every man pays for the damages to his ship, under his own fianance, from myself down to the starfighter pilots under your command. Any other questions? I have a meeting with a small-time pirate wishing for bigger things.'' He finished his water.

 

[Lavi]

"Mmm..." sighed Marian, sipping his beverage. "If these squadron pilots are any good, I'll lead them. No further questions."

The red-haired pirate drained the rest of his drink, tossing a few credits onto the table, and stood up. They are untraceable, but Marian is usually gone before such realization comes. He prefers the comforts of space than that of a hotel.

 

[Will]

Ivan tossed him a datapad, showing co-ordinates. ''The destination of our Haven. See you there.'' He stood up, and sought the next Pirate.

 

[Lavi]

Marian accepted the datapad, looking at the coordinates displayed. He memorized them, and purged the memory of the pad before stuffing it into his jacket. The poetic pirate, then, left the cantina with purposeful strides.

(Fin)