Gailte nodded to herself recognizing the value of skilled underling. She prepared the datapad with new posting and promotion. She then went to ship's CIC while reading more on the woman, who would be her flagship's captain.
Paz shooks his Head "I'm not with Jabba and certainly not The Empire. I work for Tyber Zann of The Zann Consortium"
Exploring the district was a little time consuming. The crew only had to walk a few steps to find someone shady, but looking for where to start wasn’t going to be easy. Just causing a scene publicly would be a nuisance and they gang wasn’t about to try something for a third time in a day. “Split into groups of two. Sara, with me. Keep grouped up with someone at any given time, and don’t go farther than where anyone can see you.” Not even being aware of doing it, her mom voice had came out, making it sound like the hard boiled syndicate members were just rambunctious children. Taking a look around, she wondered where to go about to begin, then spotted a dealer outside the steps of one the run down apartment complexes. He didn’t even try to hide what he was doing, over confident in his business. Looked like a good start. Dana had started to get close enough to draw his attention, and the peddler could see it on her face. Eyes that weren’t completely there, constant scratching at the base of her neck, the woman didn’t have the shakes like most, but he had sold enough to know what someone starting to go through withdrawal looked like. “Hey, I’m really looking for good shit. I don’t have-I can work it off. Come on, I’m good for it! I only need a little.” From the way, Sara had to eye Dana, she may have not sounded entirely like she was only trying to convince him.
“Huh...oh please that stuff is myth. Anyways I’m most likely too old to be trained anyways in that crazy shit.” Vahlia says brushing him off.
Fendrat is taken back to the Harbinger. Once in the lab, the Lieutenant smiles at him brilliantly. "Thank you so much for returning! Now, I'd like to redo the last test, and then I have a final one, and then you can go, at least until we are finished analysing the results. If you could please strip, and enter the tank again?"
She puts a hand on her chin. "Zann? We could maybe work with him. Maybe. Got any proof?" The old man continues to rant on his throne, entirely ignored by the crew.
Sara looks a little irritated at being ordered about by a doctor, but holds her tongue. The dealer gives Danann a lecherous look. "Work it off? How, exactly?"
Garra frowns. "Look, kid, I'm old enough to remember the Purge well. The Empire doesn't ask questions when it comes to Force users. They just kill 'em, or worse". He shrugs. "I know I cheated you at cards, and tried to get you to suck me off, but I find that I actually kinda like you. Be careful, okay?" He looks around. "Don't tell Rowan. It'd be just like that asshole to tell the Inquisitors to try and make a buck". As he talks, there's a jolt, and the ship drops out of hyperspace. The craggy brown landscape of Ryloth appears before them, a number of star destroyers hovering ominously above it. They hear a voice. "Unidentified ship, this is the ISD Lethal. Could we get your identification, please? Here for the auction?" The officer's voice is pleasant and polite. Evidently, he has assumed that Vahlia is rich and high-class, due to her expensive ship.
"I have a lot of contacts with clinics in the city. It would make delivery and pick-up much easier." Despite the headache coming and that her nerves were building as he stood there, she chose to overlook what she knew he was getting at. The implications were obvious, but she having none of it. She'd rather put up with the pain than deal with him like that. Let alone do that when...her thought process was always getting more strange. Even keeping him back on the ship, he was still there in her thoughts. It wasn't effective. "...actually, we could probably just beat you into submission and steal your shit. I think we're all getting tired of fucking around with you people." The sudden flip in her patience was almost random. Nobody could really tell what it was that actually set her off, but she began to draw her knife.
Senior Lieutenant Avara Kine has a distinguished service record, to put it lightly. After graduating from the academy at Carida with top marks, she has distinguished herself in numerous engagements, mostly against pirates. After most of the officers on her old Arquintens class ship were killed in a pirate ambush near Yaga Minor, she took command, and managed to not only escape from the larger pirate fleet, but led them into Imperial reinforcements, who promptly obliterated the pirates. She specifically requested to be transferred to the Netuno. When asked why, however, her answers were non committal at best. At 25, she's unusually young for a posting as a 2IC, but it isn't unheard of, especially for someone with such an illustrious record. She has a reputation for being a strict disciplinarian, and takes a no nonsense approach to command. Whilst she's never cruel or mean enough to make real enemies, she has no friends among the crew of the Netuno. The crew respects her, but holds no special loyalty to her like they do for Gailte. The men might joke about how their captain is a milf and a Jedi fucker, but they trust her abilities enough that they'll put themselves in danger on her order without question. They tell no jokes about Avara Kine, but hold no loyalty to her, either.
The guy backs off. "Hey, T! We got a crazy junkie, here!" A gammorean comes out of an alley lazily, the pig man casually waving around an axe. He looks at her and grunts dismissively, obviously telling her to leave.
Gailte considered the woman an oddity. Why would she request to be transmitted to outdated ship? While skillwise the woman was perfect for the job, her ties with the crew and their lack of thrust in her, left Gailte hesitant about promoting the woman. In the end, she could only get the answers, from the woman herself. Having come to the decision, she called Avara Kevin in.
In a few minutes, there is a knock on the door. When she is allowed in, the redhead snaps to attention. "Ma'am. You asked for me?"
More annoyances. The most simple solution was right there. He thought that it would be a deterrent enough that he didn't even get out of the way to leave, thinking his men would be enough to scare her. All it did was just have her put the knife to the dealer's neck and usher a cold stare to the henchmen. "I'll kill him." It dug in just enough to nick at him and make a droplet of blood. "Don't fuck with me. Who supplies you, where, when and you will hand over everything you got or I'll just let you bleed out right here." She adjusted the position of her knife to a specific location on the throat. Her people skills needed improvement, but she was still a very excellent doctor. "If I cut here, you will bleed out. Slowly. For hours. They will be able to do nothing for you and you'll die remembering this all could've been avoided."
He sneers at her. "You wanna know who supplies me? You can know that for free. The Red Razors, bitch. And when they hear about this, they'll be using those razors on you! You ain't getting a thing more from me, you psycho. Kill me, and T over there cuts you in half".
"I have. There are few things that need clearing. First, why did you ask for a transfer on my ship - and be honest." Gailte ordered sternly
Dana's annoyance showed on her face as she looked over to Sara. "Hey sweetie, do you mind just getting rid of that little toy of his so he can pay attention?" Her knife started to dig in making an incision. "I'm kind of surprised at what a bad decision you're making.....I'm really not that violent of a woman by nature....but I suppose, I could always just send them your fingers as a message. You won't need them anyway."
