STAR WARS: RETROSPECTION- The Hunter

Hmmm...how about going and sitting at the bar and see who else is there?

No seats available, though you could probably scare someone off with Intimidation...

Snith slinks off towards the booths.

Especially considering I get that lovely Fearsome Reputation of mine...

Rylis will choose a seat towards one end of the bar, and tap the shoulder of the person sitting in it.

"Now, I have some business here, and I think it might be in your best interests to move." she says, resting her other hand on her blaster. "You do enjoy living, correct?"

You roll decently, Rylis, but in your unending misfortune you have picked the wrong person to tango with. The man is grizzled and unkempt, wearing a tattered banthahide jacket and matching pants. He turns to you, hears your schpiel.

"I think my business is a tad more important, lass," he growls, reaching for the pistol in his jacket. He gives a sharp whistle as he draws it, and three thugs emerge from the crowd, wielding blaster rifles. You've bungled into the business of a Hutt emissary. "I have to ask, do you enjoy living, dearie?"

Sitting beside him is Kyle Ragnor.

"Actually, you're just the person I needed..." Rylis comments, looking over at Kyle. "I just picked up a bounty for the Hutts, but no one's come to get him yet and I really can't afford to hang around here any longer. You know how it is."

"Oh." The fellow raises from the stool, but doesn't call off the thugs. "Say, you're not Rylis Tavel, are ya? I heard you were in town. Who's the bounty?"

"Helodira called Tib, he murdered someone apparently...don't really care about the details, just the money. He's locked up in my ship. I don't think he's inclined to try anything anymore."

"You sure? I don't want to send my boys in if he's going to be a problem. Helodiras are nasty bastards."

"Yeah, I've noticed...he's not quite in the greatest shape and is restrained. Just watch out for those spikes...he also doesn't seem very fond of fire."

"Got it. Yeah, he won't be too fond of three blasters on him."

The man pulls out a datapad.

"So, eh, what's yer docking bay number, is your ship locked, and is Rylis Tavel the name for your account for credit transfer?"

The answer to the third question is yes.

Haha, damn straight it is...Rylis will also give him the docking bay number.

"Cargo hold is unlocked from the outside. Just don't let the door close behind you else you'll be waiting until I get back to the ship."

"Gotcha. I'm Retter, by the way. Any bounties out on me?" he asks, jokingly.

He hands the datapad off to one of his thugs. "Go get the Helodira out of her ship. Don't lock yourself in or you're fired."

The thugs slink off.

"Oh, if there were, I'd know about it." Rylis says, only half-joking.

"Mind if I sit down for a quick drink? Don't get many breaks on this job, after all. What sort of business do the Hutts have you up to at the moment?"

Kyle watches the exchange with a sudden alertness, but nothing else.

"Oh, not much, just our usual shipments," Retter says. "If I told you anything about it, I'd have to cut your career short, eh? That or the Hutts would."

The usual shipments consist of drugs or weapons, Rylis. Everyone in your line of work knows that.

Retter gestures to the seat beside him, on his left, whereas Kyle is on his right. It is empty. "Go ahead and sit, lass. This is Kyle, one of our men. He doesn't bite."

"Do you think I'd still be alive in this profession if I didn't know discretion?" Rylis replies, taking the seat and looking over Kyle.

"Kyle, huh? Name seems vaguely familiar...you're a smuggler, I take it?"

What's Ten - I mean Snith - up to?

He is watching you from the booths, leaning against a wall.

Kyle hesitates, eyeing the exit.

Seems that Kyle is not up for conversation.

"You may know discretion, but you don't know me. And forgive me" he says in mock civility, "but unless we have business (he points at himself and you), then we have business (he points to himself and Retter.), and I must be going. Please excuse me."

He makes his way out of the bar.

"Sorry about that," Retter says. "Don't know what got into him..."

"Oh don't worry, I'm used to worse." Rylis says, watching Kyle as he leaves.

"Well, I can't really waste any more time. Thanks for getting Tib off my hands." She adds a short moment later, getting up to leave the bar.

(going to follow after Kyle here, if I can...)

Snith is way ahead of you on that, and is moving through the crowd towards Kyle, trying to be subtle. You think Kyle notices.

Before you go, though, Retter catches your shoulder. "Hey, what's your hurry? Got business with Mr. Ragnor?"

"Nah, just on a tight timetable here. Too many things to do and not enough time to get it done - I'd hoped to have been off-planet by now. I wasn't kidding when I said I don't get many breaks. Plus I need to make sure your guys didn't get themselves locked in my ship, remember?"