Learning the ropes.... (tester post)
Feb 14, 2016 18:11:08 GMT
Post by Admin on Feb 14, 2016 18:11:08 GMT
Smuggler Contract: S-1083 [Threat Level 1]
Looking For: Ten crates from Drifters to Devaron
Work Entailed: Delivery of non-disclosed items to the human enclave of Retford. Contact is human female named Aya Na'Teese. Avoiding Devaron Customs is paramount.
Work Contracted through: Vaago
Compensation: 4,500 credits
Payment Collected from: Vaago the Hutt upon return
Possible Danger Level: Low
Nallia had been on the Grosetto two weeks now. The day they had returned from killing Branth at the way-station, Nallia had gone straight to her room, showered and cried herself to sleep. Sometime close to evening, Syravari had come in and simply set a tray of light food on the stand by the bed and departed. He hadn’t spoken or touched her.
The next morning there had been another tray and a note telling her to report to his office. She had showered and eaten, then donned a fresh jumper. She had reported to his office expecting to be told she would be set off at the next stop. But he had once again surprised her.
“I need your help with the menu this week. Go to the kitchen and direct so we can be sure food lasts till the next stop.” He had looked back down at his desk then. She hadn’t been asked, coddled or even dismissed. As she headed out the door, she heard him behind her. “You did well… Nothing to be ashamed of.” But when she turned around, his head was looking back down at his vidpad as if nothing had happened.
She went back to her duties in the kitchen that afternoon and resumed the pattern she had begun her first day there. The only difference was she was ordered to the lounge each night to sit in with him and the cargo master as they discussed jobs, tallies, places to beware of and absently regaled stories of their past near escapes. Syravari had occasionally directed a question her way, but it usually required no more than a single word answer or a head nod.
It didn’t take her but a few days to realize they were teaching her. As the week wore on, she started making small comments here and there. Sometimes it was correcting them about the cost or demand of a certain commodity, or recommending the best bribe for some of the local authorities.
Another thing started happening around the end of the first week. About five days after leaving the way-station, Nallia had gone to sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed as usual, but had woken in the morning tucked under the large thick blankets. When it happened a second night, she took the hint and started falling asleep in the bed. She hadn’t dared ask Syra because she didn’t want to embarrass him if it wasn’t him, or worse, get someone else in trouble for just being kind.
Life began to settle into a routine and occasionally Syravari would find her in the passage ways, or in the kitchen and ask her a simple question or opinion. He would then vanish again as if he had never been there.
Two weeks later, at one of the evening discussions, her boss turned to her and stated that they were arriving at Drifter’s Paradise soon and she was to be set up with a room at a local place he would vouch for. She was to listen, learn and he would be back for her in a couple days after they made a run to a nearby stop that didn’t take kindly to new crew members without notice. He would mention her and that way she would be set the next time they went. When her eyes popped at the fear of what he would say, he merely nodded at her concern. He allied her fears and reassured her they would only know she had been acquired at one of the way-stations, was under his contract and he would vouchsafe her silence.
She knew what that meant and she relaxed and smiled.
True to his word, less than 48 hours later she was sitting in the room at the house of a woman who only boarded women. She allowed no men past the porch and that fact above all made her more relaxed. But he had wanted her to listen and learn. Putting on denim pants, a t-shirt and jacket, she tossed her hair into a ponytail and placed a few credits into her pocket before exiting the room. She had stashed the remaining credits in a few places around the room so it wasn’t all in one place. Syravari had covered her room and meals for a week, but said she wouldn’t need to be there that long. Not wanting to test that, she headed to the bar and slipped into a booth in the corner. It was lit well enough that anyone wanting to try something shifty would avoid the light that was there, but still away from the main traffic pattern to keep her out of the way.
Nallia was on her third drink when she heard of a person to gain contracts from. This was her chance. If she could find something easy, something Syravari wouldn’t have cause to complain about… maybe…
Slipping from her booth, she handed a passing waitress her creds and went back to her room. Now she just had to figure out how to get the contract… and then get Syravari to help her.
Looking For: Ten crates from Drifters to Devaron
Work Entailed: Delivery of non-disclosed items to the human enclave of Retford. Contact is human female named Aya Na'Teese. Avoiding Devaron Customs is paramount.
Work Contracted through: Vaago
Compensation: 4,500 credits
Payment Collected from: Vaago the Hutt upon return
Possible Danger Level: Low
Nallia had been on the Grosetto two weeks now. The day they had returned from killing Branth at the way-station, Nallia had gone straight to her room, showered and cried herself to sleep. Sometime close to evening, Syravari had come in and simply set a tray of light food on the stand by the bed and departed. He hadn’t spoken or touched her.
The next morning there had been another tray and a note telling her to report to his office. She had showered and eaten, then donned a fresh jumper. She had reported to his office expecting to be told she would be set off at the next stop. But he had once again surprised her.
“I need your help with the menu this week. Go to the kitchen and direct so we can be sure food lasts till the next stop.” He had looked back down at his desk then. She hadn’t been asked, coddled or even dismissed. As she headed out the door, she heard him behind her. “You did well… Nothing to be ashamed of.” But when she turned around, his head was looking back down at his vidpad as if nothing had happened.
She went back to her duties in the kitchen that afternoon and resumed the pattern she had begun her first day there. The only difference was she was ordered to the lounge each night to sit in with him and the cargo master as they discussed jobs, tallies, places to beware of and absently regaled stories of their past near escapes. Syravari had occasionally directed a question her way, but it usually required no more than a single word answer or a head nod.
It didn’t take her but a few days to realize they were teaching her. As the week wore on, she started making small comments here and there. Sometimes it was correcting them about the cost or demand of a certain commodity, or recommending the best bribe for some of the local authorities.
Another thing started happening around the end of the first week. About five days after leaving the way-station, Nallia had gone to sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed as usual, but had woken in the morning tucked under the large thick blankets. When it happened a second night, she took the hint and started falling asleep in the bed. She hadn’t dared ask Syra because she didn’t want to embarrass him if it wasn’t him, or worse, get someone else in trouble for just being kind.
Life began to settle into a routine and occasionally Syravari would find her in the passage ways, or in the kitchen and ask her a simple question or opinion. He would then vanish again as if he had never been there.
Two weeks later, at one of the evening discussions, her boss turned to her and stated that they were arriving at Drifter’s Paradise soon and she was to be set up with a room at a local place he would vouch for. She was to listen, learn and he would be back for her in a couple days after they made a run to a nearby stop that didn’t take kindly to new crew members without notice. He would mention her and that way she would be set the next time they went. When her eyes popped at the fear of what he would say, he merely nodded at her concern. He allied her fears and reassured her they would only know she had been acquired at one of the way-stations, was under his contract and he would vouchsafe her silence.
She knew what that meant and she relaxed and smiled.
True to his word, less than 48 hours later she was sitting in the room at the house of a woman who only boarded women. She allowed no men past the porch and that fact above all made her more relaxed. But he had wanted her to listen and learn. Putting on denim pants, a t-shirt and jacket, she tossed her hair into a ponytail and placed a few credits into her pocket before exiting the room. She had stashed the remaining credits in a few places around the room so it wasn’t all in one place. Syravari had covered her room and meals for a week, but said she wouldn’t need to be there that long. Not wanting to test that, she headed to the bar and slipped into a booth in the corner. It was lit well enough that anyone wanting to try something shifty would avoid the light that was there, but still away from the main traffic pattern to keep her out of the way.
Nallia was on her third drink when she heard of a person to gain contracts from. This was her chance. If she could find something easy, something Syravari wouldn’t have cause to complain about… maybe…
Slipping from her booth, she handed a passing waitress her creds and went back to her room. Now she just had to figure out how to get the contract… and then get Syravari to help her.