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DeepSix
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  All in a day's work
April 22, 2011 7:01:50 PM    View the profile of DeepSix 
Glad to see this place hasn't changed. Bunch of rusty buckets of bolts drifting in orbit... check. Sub-standard docking accommodations... also check. Drunken fools stumbling all over the place... yup, check that one as well.

"Query: Master you are not seriously considering staying on this backwater world... are you?"

"What's the matter Sticks? I thought you were all up for exploring new worlds."

"Explanation: Master, exploring other worlds would possibly provide me with the opportunity of encountering and exterminating some worthy sapient species. Enthusiastic statement: I do so hope that day will come soon."

"Yeah, you just keep dreaming about that day then. Meanwhile watch over my ship - whoever came up with the honor amongst thieves expression obviously never set foot on this dystopian paradise."

"Resignation: Very well master. Witty response: If you happen to get yourself caught, tortured and killed please try to picture me saying i told you so. Dishonest exclamation: I will however hope that doesn't happen to you master!"

Seth's left eyebrow lightly twitched as the human stopped a few feet away from his craft and turned around to face the HK unit that accompanied him on this journey.

Have you seen what these babies can do, he asked. Why not take a few and test them out, he asked. Don't worry, they come highly recommended he said... Gods dammit Rosh, this talking tincan might just end up being the death of me!

For a moment the Onderonian considered taking out his blaster and putting a few bolts in the droid. He considered this but decided against it in the end. For one thing he needed the patronizing machine to guard his XG-1 fighter that would otherwise surely turn up missing when he would return from the current job. Then there was also the matter of the durastel enforced casing. He'd need a bigger blaster to skewer that effectively.

One of these days though...

Not saying anything though Seth just sighed heavily and once more turned around and headed towards another nearby docked ship, this one a small shuttle though - older model and clearly not well maintained. Then again judging anything by its appearance alone was a mistake, as many things in this universe were not as they seemed. This also happened to be a valuable lesson that apparently not many realized until it was already too late...

"This supposed to be our ride?"

The question was directed at the fellow standing right beside the shuttle. He was human, either late twenties or early thirties, well built, dark haired, with a nasty burn mark on his left cheek. His name as Seth recalled was Kassul. The two of them only met on two other occasions in the past, both times on Consortium business. The Onderonian neither liked nor trusted the fellow but then again that hardly got in the way of doing business. Business was business after all - that should always be a professional's opinion and for the most part Seth was indeed a pro... or so others told him under various circumstances.

"Straight to business as always, huh? No greetings, no exchange of pleasantries... some people might think you're rude you know?"

Seth smiled and replied almost immediately:

"Other people might on the other hand just think that i don't like you enough for such things. Now would that make you feel better... or worse?"

Kassul's eyes ever so slightly narrowed upon hearing this. The man than turned his head and spat on the ground either to hide that reaction or just as a further show of his annoyance with the Onderonian smuggler. Or both for all Seth knew...

"That smart mouth of yours will end up getting you killed one day. Who knows, maybe i'll even be the one to do you in... Would that make you feel better... or worse?"

"Oh, definitely worse. No doubt about it. I'd likely end up spending my whole afterlife cursing getting killed by someone of such low standards. Ehm... no offense meant of course."

The sight of Kassul's expression tightening into one big frown once more made the Onderonian grin. Truth was he enjoyed taunting people. That often made them slip up and make mistakes they might otherwise not have made. Finding and exploiting those mistakes afterward was something Seth had become quite adept at too.

"Count yourself lucky - seems the rest of the guys are here so i'll have to postpone killing you for now."

"Maybe i should buy some lottery tickets, huh?"

Not expecting another reply this time around Seth turned in the direction Kassul was facing and noticed four men approaching. He recognized their faces but could not for the life of him remember their names as well.

"How's it going fellas? Came to join the party?"

"Join it, crash it... whatever pays better."

Although he didn't know much about the Rodian that replied, for some reason Seth always liked the alien's ideas and general dark humor. Perhaps it was because at some level the green humanoid in fact reminded him of... well of himself really.

"There's only four of you. What happened to the other two?"

"Slick and Messy decided to visit the brothels the other night. Can't say i blame them as there's hardly anything better to do in this shithole other than drink and socialize with as many tramps as possible. They said they'd be here on time though..."

Seth sighed upon hearing Ryk's -the only redheaded human in the group- explanation. It was an understanding sigh however, as the Onderonian himself ended up coming to the very same conclusion the very first time he ended up spending time on Osk 91. It was in fact a conclusion that many other individuals likely came up with after seeing Eyesore firsthand...

"Guess we'll have to wait a little..."

Fifteen minutes passed without any indication that the two missing men were anywhere close when finally the one called Slick made his appearance. Alone.

"Hey guys! Listen up, we have a problem."

The words made Seth clench his teeth. It was never a good idea to start a job after hearing a warning like that. The very act of muttering those damned words was in some cases enough to jinx an operation. Well, not really... but still, it was definitely not a good thing. Not a good thing at all.

"What's the problem? And where's the other guy that was supposed to come with you?"

"Messy ain't coming. That's the damn problem! Last night we decided to visit one of the classier joints around. We had a few drinks and then we got ourselves a couple of pretty gals to keep us company. I don't know what the hell happened afterward but this morning when i woke up and couldn't find Messy anywhere i went outside thinking i'd search for him. I found him... or what was left of him in a nearby alley. His gear was gone and more than half his skull was liquefied. I'm telling you that's one image that'll end up haunting me for a at least a few weeks no doubt..."

"Sithspit! I don't particularly care about Messy making a mess of himself... but frak he should've done it on his own bloody time. This mission requires eight individuals to pull off. Even if we could make it with just seven, our targets were told to expect eight of us. Now i wouldn't particularly mind putting a drunken monkey in a suit and take it along but i have a feeling that'll only lead to the universe's quickest failed mission ever. Do you guys have any reliable contacts around? Or at least in this sector for that matter?"

Seth could tell the answer even as he finished asking that last question. The silence, awkward body language and dumb looks made it fairly clear that wasn't really the case.

Just my freakin' luck...

The Onderonian stretched his right arm towards his forehead and lightly began massaging his temples whilst looking away. He kept that posture for a couple of minutes but upon realizing he really couldn't rely on anyone nearby he finally opened his eyes and stared back in the direction of his fighter. That's when he noticed him. A human that actually looked like not only he could handle himself but he also appeared to be sober as well. Mind you the latter was quite a rare occurrence on Osk 91. The man's build wasn't the only thing that caught Seth's eye however. It was in fact a much smaller detail that intrigued him - specifically a small tattoo found on the guy's wrist. It was a tattoo representing an organization Seth knew fairly much about, even if he never had much direct dealings with them.

Might as well ask him first before i'm forced to resort to less appealing alternatives...

"You guys wait here for a bit."

Having said that the Onderonian casually made his way towards his latest target.

"Hey buddy... got a minute?"
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