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Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers; [Tsraeti; 51 ABY]
Topic Started: Nov 3 2011, 11:58:25 PM (212 Views)
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"Git a move on, ya lazy slugs!"

The freighter was bustling with activity, an almost admirable variety of alien species weaving around each other in the complex rhythm of a smuggler's song. This was certainly an established operation, as the chaotic order was wont to show, alongside the chuckled jibes and joking insults shouted across the bass thuds of crates and the electric whir of machinery. The Chiss smuggler watched from the periphery of the activity, standing alongside a massive, hulking human whose size and rugged complexion made him look more like something out of his specie's myth. Despite his dangerous appearance and the intimidating girth of his barrel chest and biceps, the man was the quickest to laugh, a deep, reassuring rumble that the young alien standing next to him could practically feel in her own bones every time he so much as chuckled.

"Y'see? They're the best. And faithful to boot," he announced loudly, drawing both a few eye-rolls and lopsided grins. "That one over, there, the Kel Dor, been with 'em for eight years now. Eight years, can ya imagine that? He's a scrapper. Gets the job done when no one else will." The implication was not lost on the Chiss, her eyes finding the alien of some rapport easily enough as he sauntered amongst his fellows. He knew he was something, yes, and he had earned his place. An understandable sentiment, given Brughes operation and the fact that he practically had a monopoly on the system. This ship in particularly was not his main one, hardly so, but the Acropolis was nearly legendary in her own right. Her lieutenant was Brughes' most valued, one of only two human lieutenants, and a man whose ferocity was matched only by his capability and willingness to do anything to get the job done. He was the kind of man who demanded results and loyalty and received both from his crew, regardless of circumstance.

Tsraeti straightened slowly, drawing her narrow shoulders back as a small smile played across her lips. "You seem to have quite a capable crew, Lieutenant. One of the best, if rumors are correct," she purred, her veiled, sideways glance paired with a flirtatious smirk. "I am suitably confused as to why you would want me. There seem to be many more veteraned smugglers who would trade an arm and a leg to be on your crew." The large man guffawed at that comment, clapping her so heartily on the back that she almost stumbled forward.

It was a valid question. She had been smuggling for a few years after having finally escaped the militial arm of the Ascendancy and while none of her jobs had gone horribly wrong, nor had they been the stuff of legends. With any of the smugglers in the system to choose from, why had she then been on his list? She was competing with others, yes, but the fact that she was, frankly, green did little to forward her standing, or shouldn't have. She had received a request after one of the few bar room brawls she had not initiated herself from the Lieutenant himself. That had been enough though, it appeared, and here she was herself, standing placidly, watching as his men scrambled about the floor like a Killik Hive.

"Please darlin', call me Rayl," he bellowed, beaming down at her. He seemed to only have one volume level, and that was horrifically loud. "You misunderstand, darlin'. I don't want them smugglers who've been all around. I know them and their kind. They can be loyal, yah, but if you want someone to stick with you til kingdom come, then ya gotta go with someone who can only go up or drop into nothingness." He finally turned his full attention on her, rotating away from the operation he was overseeing to look her straight in the eye. "See, with someone like you, you'll be grateful, yah?" Her nod was all he needed to continue, barreling on ahead. "You'll stay loyal. You won't double cross me, you won't wander out of line. Because darlin', I'm goin' places. Fast. Soon enough, I'll be running this joint myself. Brughes, he wants to expand, and if he does, I'm his number one man. And you know what happens then?"

Her response was quiet. "He'll leave you in charge?"

"Yah he will! I'll be rulin' this joint, raking in the big bucks. All the good jobs for my squad, y'know? Me and my own, we'll be livin' well. They know not to bite the hand that feeds 'em. Do you?"

It was an innocent enough question, but Tsraeti realized the importance of it, breath catching in the back of her throat. He wasn't giving her some great ultimatum that would change her life, some make-or-break deal. But it was definitely the leg up she needed, and badly at that. There didn't seem to be a catch. He was straight-forward and blunt, and from what she had heard, good to his crew. That in and of itself was a rarity out here, where complacency could very easily mean a knife in your back and pissing someone off could mean a knife in your face. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for, that final push she needed. And her reaction only need be so simple as his question.

"I do."

Although her words were solemn and dutiful, his response was anything but. He let out a bellow of satisfaction and pulled her in for a hug, Tsraeti's eyes widening with surprise, momentarily stunned by the proximity and his complete disregard for personal space. "Congratulations, lass! Welcome to the Acropolis, fine and wondrous ship that she is!" He let her go, taking a step back and nodding approvingly. "I seen watch ya can do, but we'll have a test run in a few days. That work for ya?" Her mute nod was all the response he needed as he let out another whoop and clapped her on the back once more, the air leaving her lungs in a rush. "Rin Lael over there, she'll help ya gettin' everything straightened out," he continued, pointing to the Nautolan lifting something over in the far corner, the alien giving Tsraeti a distracted wave. "Now go on, have at it! And welcome aboard, darlin'! Sure we'll have a grand ole time...."
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