When Runi had left Kyrennic stood and rapped on the bulkhead. "Captain?" The young man stepped inside the ship. "My name's Kyrennic Sair, I came about the advertisement."

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As indicated, Kyrennic took a seat on the boarding ramp and dumped his kitbag beside him. Oriented out away from the ship as he was, he appeared to be
completely engrossed in the sight of the refuelling equipment in the hangar, rather than listening intently to the Garamonde's captain interviewing another would-be crewmember. The captain's first language certainly wasn't Basic,
that was for sure; sounded more like animal noise to him. The other applicant spoke Mando'a, a few words of which Kyrennic had picked up from Mandalorian
mercenaries in Targa the Hutt's employ. Most of what he new was insults, though. It was a great language for swearing in. From the conversation he could
glean a few facts: first that he liked the captain. He was taking no shit from that Mandie. Second was that he didn't like the Mandalorian. Third was that
this job was going to be hella fun if he was hired.
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Had Runi turned around, he would have met the gaze of a furious Tusken, eyes alight with fury, and weapon leveled with murderous intent. Had Kyrennic not
entered with his query the moment the Mandalorian had shut the door, the Tusken would have pursued him, dragged him off the ship, and if he hadn't calmed
down in that time, shot him for good measure. For a glimmering moment, he realized how pampered he had been in his life. The sand people were hard, but steeped
in tradition and bound by honour. The medship personnel, while not warriors, were ultimately noble and well trained. Even the smugglers he delivered his first
load to were rough around the edges, but knew that good business sense was a better ally than their own crassness. Never in his life had he experienced someone
so infuriatingly disrespectful, so thoroughly without courtesy for his fellow man, let alone his employer. It occurred to him that he would meet more people
like Runi in the future than he would himself, and unless his perforated carcass was blown out of the airlock, he might make good practice for dealing with the
more unsavoury elements in the galaxy.
He looked back at the young green applicant, and lowered his weapon once more, though not loosening his grip a millibar. He turned to him, not wanting more disrespect to paint this bay, and said, with as controlled a tone as possible, "Good to meet you, Kyrennic. Skills?"
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Runi tried to plaster on his normal half-grin, but his lack of sleep caught up with him and instead he yawned loudly before returning her head nod with one of
his own. He had spent the night before packing and planning this little meeting and it had definitely not gone the way he had hoped. Nearly attacking your
employer was not a good thing on any planet.
"Just a nice room and a fresher. After that I might hit the nearest cantina and drink myself stupid and find some company. Maybe not in that order though." He noticed her posturing but paid it no mind, he seen it done by worse people but he did get the hint. She would be just as quick to draw on him as he would on her, at least until she got to know him.He gave a little chuckle as he looked around and noticed an open door. "Anyone mind if I take this one?" he asked as he began to move towards it. Normally he wouldn't have bothered asking but he didn't really feel like any more fighting today. Your Signature ...
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There, now. That wasn't so bad. He liked to drink, from the sounds of it he liked to fuck, but all of these things were--rightly--trumped by an urgent need
to hit the 'fresher.
Still didn't give her too many clues to his personality or his operating style, but for that to happen he'd either have to try and drag her to the floor and rape her, or drop to one knee and propose. These were basically the only two possible greetings that would have surprised her or given her any relevant insights at all. Ah, well. No news was probably good news. Least he seemed to be keeping to his own business, at least when his business was... well, doing his business. "Naw, man," she answered, waving him on. "Do what you do. Far be it for me to get between a man and his 'fresher time." |
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After hearing that his skillset included starship operations and repair, the Tusken smiled. Small, inoffensive, useful, and, in a pinch, easy to subdue. Seeing
as his gut had not yet steered him wrong (Shaughn good, Ellie innocent, Runi ass), so he decided to trust this nice young green man.
Plus, as nice as Kyrennic was, he could not waste anymore time talking with him. He had other concerns. "Good," he said curtly. "You are hired. Take your pick from rooms later. First, go to engine room. Check recent repairs, ensure no ... word... sabotage. Traders nice enough, but not sure they level, yes? You do that, then come pick things from room when I call, yes?" Realizing he was about to head into his claustrophobic corridors, a place where long guns were a liability, he tossed his weapon to the Mirialan. "And clean that. "Welcome aboard." Unfastening his cloak for mobility, he hung it on his chair and headed for the exit, hitting a panel control next to the door. Inside were a pair of handguns, SSK-7 pistols left over from the former crew, which had taken a shine to. He hadn't intended to use them for some time, but unique situations called for unique solutions. Instead of opening the door in the usual fashion, he simply released the mag-locks, and slid it open quietly, closing it behind him. Viewing Runi heading into the refresher room, he hid in one the gaps that lined the walls of the ship, then reached for his radio, saying to all in the vessel, "Shaughnessy? Would you help me and put guns in Runi's face? "For some reason, he thinks he is hired."
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There came an odd message over the intercomm. Shaughnessy was just going to turn back to Ellie and leave Runi Skirata to his private 'fresher affairs when
an imperative from her new employer was transmitted.
The fuck? she thought. Then what the hell is-- But that didn't matter. If Runi shouldn't be here, Shaughn had an obligation to her employer to make sure nobody was on his ship that shouldn't be. Of more immediate concern was the fact that Shaughn had an obligation to their slicer. Tessa had shown no ability to protect herself, and that was why Shaughnessy was here. "Tessa, back." Shaughn's voice was quiet, but sharp. No room for argument. With one quick, smooth motion she drew the Mandalorian Ripper from beneath her left arm. Close quarters, inside, not the place for a blaster rifle. Shaughnessy was a sharpshooter by trade; this was all the head start she needed. A handgun ought to make the point, so she levelled it at the door to the 'fresher. Then she waited. She wasn't about to kick the door in on him or anything. She was pointing a gun at him; didn't mean she had to be an asshole about it while he was taking a leak. "Runi," she called, loudly enough to be heard down a pace in the hall through the 'fresher door. "Boss says you two didn't reach an agreement. We gonna have a problem?" |
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Runi nodded as he dropped his bag in the middle of its new quarters and looked around. It was spartan but that was fine, he didn't need much. Whoever had
lived here before him had athing for weapons. Racks for them were placed evenly along the walls with a small stand in the corner and he was sure there would be
more spaces in the closet. He would worry about scouring the room of all the old belonging later. Now he could use a bath.
He stepped into the refresher room. For such an old ship it had some decent equipment, both sonic and water-based refreshers. He chose the water. The hot spray worked the kinks from carrying that heavy bag full of all his worldly possesions and the stress of just dealing with the captain. A few minutes went by and Runi, still dripping water came out of the refresher with a towel wrapped around his waist feeling much more relaxed. And noticed the silence. His senses went on high alert and he felt the Force surge up in him despite the constant barriers he put up to keep it in his control. "Runi, Boss says you two didn't reach an agreement. We gonna have a problem?" Trying not to betray the blaring sirens in his head that screamed danger he raised his voice slightly. "So what chu you think of our illustrious Captain?" He noted her stance, the mandalorian ripper in her hand, and the way she had moved in front of the other woman. There was something else going on here, and if he didn't tread carefully people were going to get hurt. Most likely him. Glad he worked out everyday, water dripping over the cuts of his body might distract her, he doubted it would be enough tp sway anything but he needed everything he could get. "Look ad'ika(darling), I don't know what's going on but the only reason he would say that is cause I didn't kiss his shebs(rear, ass if used as a curse word). I'd rather not have to fight anybody though." The urge to use the Force and slam her into the wall was getting stronger the harder his danger sense pushed but he held it in check, barely. Your Signature ...
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And there was that patronizing overfamiliarity she'd been worried about. Did he really just call her that?
"None of that ad'ika. Shaughn is fine, Skirata. I don't know what problems you had with the Boss, but I got no problem with you personally. And it's been a while since a shot a man wi'no britches on." Granted, the fact that he wasn't wearing nought but a towel was not a terrible thing. Like a lot of career fighters, the man had a damn good body. Be a shame to put an excessive number of new holes in it, but... meh. Work was work. At least Runi didn't seem to be going for his weapon, which either meant he trusted in her accuracy or... he really didn't want anybody to die over this idiocy. Shaughn would have been happy with either. Whatever kept everybody playing nice. Shaughnessy kept her voice even and calm, making it clear that she wasn't on the verge of blowing his head off or anything, but wasn't on the verge of abandoning her orders either. Not by a long shot. If he was a merc, hopefully he'd understand. Professionalism, all that. "You got any idea why I'm supposed to put a gun in your face? If you're not looking for a fight? Aside from you not brown-nosing the aruetii enough to suit..." Tusken had been pretty friendly with her, so... Shaughn figured it was that damnable notorious Mando'ad ego more than anything the Boss had done. These guys didn't listen anybody but each other sometimes. Some kinda weird cultural thing. "...which, to be straight, I'm not sure I buy. " |
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Ellie stayed back as instructed by Shaughn - she certainly wasn't one to argue when told to move it or lose it. She was a little worried. New places and
new people. If it had been The Revenge, she wouldn't have been very concerned at all, but all these people were new and not necessarily trustworthy (though
they hadn't proven to be untrustworthy either).
At any rate, she didn't want to get shot, or stabbed, or any sort of variation of maimed. As she tried to gauge the action seriousness of the situation, she couldn't help but snort with laughter at the absurdness of the man standing at gun point while in a towel. The galaxy was a very weird place. Covering her mouth in a week attempt to the brief moment of inappropriate laughter, she tried to look somewhat serious. With her petite frame, looking intimidating was unlikely but it was important that she at least appeared to be taking things seriously!
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The Tusken smirked from his cloaked position. Shaughnessy's instincts were sharp as a razor. She sussed out the lack of merit in his argument, she kept him
covered despite his shameful position, and she even moved to protect Tessie. His appreciation for her grew in leaps in bounds in that moment. She truly was a
protector.
"I believe you right, Shaughnessy," he said to reveal himself, approaching the scene. Holding his temper in cool check, he stood next to the slim albino, facing her, only looking at the Mandalorian from the corner of his eye. "My problem with Runi... not his not kissing my... shebs, you say? Whatever those are. It not that." To think of the conversation began to task the Tusken's resolve. It was, at current, a horrible moment in his life, second only to losing his beloved bantha all that time ago. To think that such persons could be allowed to exit childhood alive was almost mindboggling. Still, he held on, not letting his voice raise if he could help it. "The problem," he continued, "is respect. I do not expect... how you say... bootlicking. Blind loyalty. Useless. I ask only..." The Tusken felt his face grow hot. His resolve was dissolving, a dam of sand against the rising tide. He knew that if he held in the message for too long, his rage would only magnify, so he pressed on. "... I ask only the respect one gives to another on street, when in another home. You... you speak to me as if I am {{womprat}}, a filthy creature!" The volume in his voice increased, the even tone replaced with growing wrathful fervor, the controlled posture replaced by his pointing his weapon at Runi, punctuating every overt word. "You come onto my ship, into my home, and disrespect me so, then say you BELONG HERE! NO. NO. You..." The Tusken deflated himself. With the pressure released, he was able to regain control. Deciding that counsel was the best way to resolve the situation, he broke his furious gaze with Runi and looked back to Shaughnessy, needing her to even himself. "Shaughnessy... I need reason why he should live. After that, reason he should stay. You have any?" Secretly, he hoped she had no answers. He was tired of brooking this fool...
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Shaughn had hoped, given the reappearance of her employer, that the time of her making judgment calls was over. That wasn't her job. Much as all sentients
liked to think of themselves as free-thinking and independent individuals, Shaughn wasn't much of a self-starter or decision-maker. Too much damn trouble.
Best to just find somebody who seemed decent and trustworthy enough and shoot whatever they wanted shot.
Then the Boss started yelling at Runi. The hell. Clearly their captain was gonna be a wee bit touchy about his ship, which was something to be wary of even if it didn't seem likely to come down on her--and even if she couldn't precisely tell what Runi had done to warrant this kind of a freakout. Holy shit, dude, be cool. He's just some guy who wanted a damn shower, she marveled privately. Sure Runi was a little cocky and maybe even a little patronizing, but hell. Siccing Shaughnessy on him for that? Meh, whatever. It wasn't her job to decide whether the people she killed deserved it. It was her job to decide whether her employer wanted them dead, and that answered all subsequent questions. It had to. She was a professional. "Uh..." she replied. "Well, I figure buying a man's death is like buying shoes. You can't decide yes, it means no." She twitched the end of her Ripper's barrel, indicating Runi with the motion. "You're looking for a reason not to shoot him. I figure that's your reason. Otherwise a man ends up regretting shit and not paying me for shooting someone it turns out he didn't so much want shot after all." By the Maw, Shaughnessy did hate when her clients got hit with buyer's remorse. Hire a killer and someone dies. Deal with it or don't hire a killer. Shaughnessy pursed her lips, holding in a sigh. Why was everything stupid? She was working for this Tusken guy, but there was a certain connection forged when Shaughn was about to shoot a man. She said to Runi, "Shaughnessy Carnegie. If you haven't guessed, I'm the artillery. Boss, make the call. Don't make a bloke stand around in naught but his skin all damn day waiting to get shot." Her patience was running thin, but she didn't lower her gun just yet. She had a job to do, even if it was her educated opinion as a shooter of people that this person probably didn't need to be shot. A yes from the Boss was a yes from the Boss, even if the Boss was wrong. Business was business.
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The Tusken sighed, finally looking at Runi, wearing nothing but a section of fabric. His anger, cooled by Shaughn's wise words, was utterly quelled by the
fact that the Mandalorian, removed of any possible implied pretension, made him smile. He went from being a threat to his vessel to a fool in a towel, a
non-entity. He laughed at himself, as well. He needed to maintain order and keep his crew safe, true, but he needed to know when to make a battle as well. His
short time on the medship had been the beginner's course on how the universe around him operated. The galaxy still held many lessons for him.
Lamenting his foolishness in forgetting the holsters for his weapons, he spun them in his palms so that his hands gripped the barrels, and patted down Shaughnessy's arm, signaling her to lower hers as well. The situation had been defused, in his mind. Violence, at this point, could only be sparked by Runi, and he would give him the opportunity to be redeemed. "Runi," he said, "I give you... second chance. But, remember, you ruin or make good on next few seconds. You tell me, one more time, why you belong on ship, and not call me ass in secret, I maybe keep you on, yes? "Let us hear it."
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The grin was back. He felt dangerous, alive. Potential violence usually did that to him. He could feel the emotions boiling off the people around him, the
Force giving him slight insights. He could tell Shaughnessy was a little uneasy about putting a bullet in him but it probably wasn't because she hadn't
killed anyone before. More because she didn't understand WHY she WASN'T outright killing him. Most people don't tell you to put somebody at
gunpoint and not put them down. And he could tell the Tusken thought he was back in control. His cockiness made him clench his jaw but his lopsided smile never
faltered. The fact they thought he was really in an akward situation because of his near-nudity did amuse him slightly though.
As calmly as possible he undid the towel and began using it to dry himself the rest of the way off. Mandalorians were raised from birth were raised to be soldiers, killers, so seeing each other naked wasn't a big deal. Plus he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of. When he was done he put the towel over his shoulder. "You need me cause I don't give a damn about your feelings. I'm not gonna' throw away my life cause you order me too. And I'm not jus' gonna' tell you what you wanna hear. Frankly you can kiss my ass. If you want me to stay then let me go get dressed. If you wanna' fight me, try it. And if you're gonna shoot me then do it before I'm armed. I refuse to sacrifice my pride as a man or a Mandalorian so you can feel like your in charge though. Love me or hate me, its up to you." He knew what he seemed like to others. But he was like that because he knew he was good. He had never failed to track anyone or anything. He had never failed to kill a target. His confidence seemed like cockiness but it was simply the knowledge that no matter what happened he was going to survive and thrive. He looked down at his middle region. "Good thing it's not cold in here huh?" he said as he threw a wink at the woman still hiding behind Shaughnessy. "Either way can I go get dressed now?" Your Signature ...
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Good thing it wasn't cold, indeed. But... meh. Shaughn was a woman. She wasn't hurting for playmates; she could get laid anytime. One of the few real
advantages to being a woman in the underworld. Demand was pretty high sometimes.
"Get dressed if you want. Makes no nevermind to me if it makes no nevermind to you," Shaughn quipped. "But I got a coupla questions for you. If the Boss don't mind, that is." A quick look to the Tusken confirmed that Shaughnessy wasn't about to get her contract annulled for insubordination or something equally stupid. Fact was, she didn't think Tusken really knew what to look for in a contractor. He'd hired her after a good look at her eye colour for shit's sake. "Okay." Holstering her Ripper, she put her hands on her hips and eased the stance that had placed her between the Mandalorian and their slicer. "There's just some things I need to know before I go shooting and being shot at with somebody, eh? One, I wanna know what your personal policy is on taking multiple jobs. Me, I stay bought by one client till I'm done to avoid drama, because drama is a pain in my ass. Or the ass of whoever's causing it if I need to shoot 'em there." Drama, of course, being betrayal and certain death for someone on this crew. "But if you don't stay bought, I wanna know." "Two," she continued, holding up two fingers for emphasis. "I'd like to know exactly what it is you do. All I know about you is that your pride in your cock and your Mando'ad heritage are super vital top priorities. So what about your aruetii crew, eh?" Second time she'd used that word, and unlike most of Shaughnessy's actions... it was deliberate. She wasn't some stupid aruetii dal'ika who didn't know what she was getting into with a Mando. She'd had Mando buddies before, and she'd had Mando problems before. Important to know which Runi would be. "If we get even half the regard you give to your machismo, I'll be happy as a t'landa Til in mud. But I wanna hear you say it." This was obnoxious. Shaughnessy was getting more and more annoyed that she was having to play it straight just to ensure that she wasn't going to get stabbed in the back by a guy who thought more of Mando'ade who weren't here than he did of the crew depending on him. "So?" She waved one hand in a gesture that betrayed her growing boredom with the situation. "Whatcha got?" Hopefully he'd answer quickly. Her buzz was going strong, and her attention span was about to rapidly shit out on her as she wandered off to dig a bag of marshmallows from under the pile of sheet music where they'd been stashed during her last binge. That was her business. This, this business of hiring people and checking them out, this wasn't her business. She was just the gun here, not their fucking personnel manager. |
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Runi nodded and made his way back into the room he had claimed. If only she knew. He was damned near as much of a aruetii(outsider) as any of them
would be. His connection to the Force would make him an anomaly to most mandalorians. A freak to others. And a target of shun and distaste to all of them.
Hence him hiding on this ship while he learned to control his fledging abilities. While strong, they were wild and untamed.
He lifted the bag and dumped the contents on his bunk. The most obvious pieces were his armor. Other than that weapons, a few minor trinkets, and some sets of civillian attire were all the assests he carried with him. He pulled out a simple one piece jump suit and put it on over some undergarmets but left the top unzipped. Then he put on his boots one and tucked his dagger into the top of the right one. The holster for his old repeating blaster went on his right hip. He checked the weapons charge before he slid it home. All in all it only took him a few minutes. But it gave him time to get his thoughts together. When he came back out to the group he could see they were all waiting for his response. But with the apparent danger passed his Force senses had died back down to the dull tremor they usually were. "Well for starters. I will take multiple jobs. But not if it interferes with my current employers plans or harms my comrades. I'm very picky about the targets I take." He laughed to himself. It was odd after all for a hired killer to have a conscious. "If anybody offers me something that'll take me away from you guys I'll let you know before I take it. If it's against you I won't take it at all. Pretty simple. There's way to much money in the galaxy for me to make it going against friends. That's if we're really friends." This time he threw Tusken the wink. He rolled his shoulder and put his hands behind his back as he took a step closer and lowered his tone. The smile vanished and his eyes became serious. A rare sight for him. "Seondly. Loyalty is a big thing for me. If I can trust you to hukaat'kama(watch my six) I'll watch your back the same. Mando'ade, alien, whoever. If they threaten you then they threaten me. But if any of you turn on me I'll be sure to make it a bad day." And as quickly as the animal reared its head it was gone and replaced by the typical Runi smile. "I answer everything dal'ika?" Your Signature ...
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The Tusken dropped his head, shaking it in disbelief. Runi's words confirmed in his mind that he was an arrogant moron. Instead of being so overbearing and
aggressive when he was supposed to be selling himself, he only truly spoke of that which would make him a decent candidate when his life was in danger and his
clothes were somewhere else. Why did he not just say these things to start with? The Tusken figured that, perhaps, he needed the conflict to make himself feel
better. He also figured that it would get him killed someday. Perhaps, he thought, this one will need more protection than Tessa. She only needs
outer protection... Runi will need to be protected from his own foolishness.
"I wish you tell me this first off, from beginning. I get much better read of you if you say thing like this to start," the Tusken said, finally turning to face the man. "If cycler give you wrong impression, know... I only want best for ship. I do anything to protect it, keep it flying. If you willing to help do that, then... glad to have you aboard." Tucking one of his pistols under his arm, he extended his hand to Runi, the first conciliatory act he'd made to the man since he'd come aboard. He had never wanted to make war with him. He had simply wanted to clarify where he wanted things to stand. Obviously, Runi did not want to be told where to stand, but apparently, he could be asked. "You up to it?"
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Runi looked at the hand, tilted his head to the side like a hunting dog who had caught a scent, and then clasped it firmly in his own.
"Sure, not like I got anything better to do with my time." After he dropped the had he looked around at the young woman on the ground and the green kid who had somehow made his way back to where everyone was. "Runi Skirata for those of you who dont know yet. Introduction time?" Your Signature ...
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Though she had rolled her eyes at the mando when he winked at her, Ellie decided she might as well be polite now, as it seemed that no one would be killing
anyone. At least for the time being. "I'm Tessa. I'm a slicer and pretty much an expert on anything involving a circuit board and a Holonet
uplink."
She flashed him a smile, and then glanced at the others. "If we're just about settled with this, I'd like to get settled into my own quarters." Somewhere that isn't right here, she thought but didn't say. Ellie liked a certain amount of privacy and wasn't sure she was too keen on being located near the cocky dude who had managed to piss off everyone in his first ten minutes.
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Well, this was a fine how-do-you-do, and no mistake. Rather than heading to the engine room, as first instructed, Kyrennic had quietly followed his new
employer along the corridors to see what was going on. The first real action he had as part of the crew was watching the Captain and the 'artillery,'
as the woman called herself, pointing weapons at a man wearing only a towel. That was certainly an odd start to his career as the Garamonde's mechanic.
Still, they seemed to come to an arrangement. That was good, he didn't want to have to clean up what was left of the Mandalorian after the Captain and Miss Carnegie had finished with him. Human remains always left a stain that no amount of cleanser would get rid of. Now introductions were being made. "Kyrennic. Engineer, outlaw tech. Mirialan. Yellowy-Green." |
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