For A Few Credits More

[Silver]

Location: Conference Room D23, Freeport 1, Omega-3 System.

Kalliste Silver, a.k.a., the Silver Reaver, owner of the Reaver Mercenary Company is smoking while facing the panoramic view of Sprague and Graham Ice Cloud inside the conference room that Miss Savage had arranged.

The conference room is ample, having a round meeting table with three comfortable seats, alongside a small couch facing the huge window alongside a coffee table, where two bottles of Dublin's Single Malt sit waiting for more than one hundred years for a sweet release and tasting.

"No one will be touching my cigars before I get to taste that whisky.... You better have it, K."
Sebastian thought to himself when he knocked on the door.
"Enter."
The red dyed hair woman said as she lifted herself from the couch.
Sebastian Rodriguez, Consul of the Mandalorian Mercenaries, stepped inside the room and waved at Kalliste.
"Hey, K. Am i late for the party?"
Silver grinned at the familiarity that both mercenaries enjoyed around each other. She put the cigar away in the ashtray that was on top of the conference table.
"You're always late for the party, Sebastian."
The woman laughed and shook his hand.

Rorry Santiago, the leader of the Renegades, looked down to both sides of the hallway, halfway expecting to see someone lurking behind him. He shook off the fear of an assassin as he knocked on the door.
"Silver?"
"I call the blonde and the brunette for me!!"
Sebastian shouted, in jest.
Silver shook her head and started walking to the door.
"Let us see our counterpart in, ye?"

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[Silver]

"Rorry... Pleased to meet you in person for the very first time."
Silver grinned to the man in front of her.
"Please, come in. Hope you brought that rum of yours."
She stood aside and moved her arm in a gesture of invitation.

As Rorry entered, Sebastian nodded in recognition.

Rorry set three flasks down at the table as he eye'd the two faces standing in front of him.
Faces he had previously only seen on distorted transmissions.
"So the two great hunters of our time stand before me... It is a rare day indeed."
Silver grinned at the comment and walks to the couch and grabed both whisky bottles.
"You'll make me blush that way, smooth talker. After all, you're in that lot now too."
She sets the bottles down at the conference table.
"Dublin Single Malt, aged over one hundred years. Perfection. Or just a damn good drink."
After that she quickly shakes Rorry's hand and sits in one of the seats.

"I'm sure this is not needed to mention but... no hard feelings here, aye?"
Sebastian offered his hand to Rorry.
Silver chuckled at the sight.
Rorry looked at the man who had, many times, tried to kill him. His arm extended as he shook hands.
"I'm here to do buisness... Not make to friends."

Silver waved her hands and beckoned both men to sit.
"Please, gents. Business needs attending. And so do these bottles. Seb, you brought the cigars?"

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[Silver]

Rorry sat, looking expectantly to Sebastian as Silver spoke.
"My last three... A blend of corsair and gallic tobacco."
Sebastian pulled three blueish cigars out of his jacket.
"I guess they will go well with some rum."
"Hmmm hmmm."
Silver grabbed one and lit it up. As the tip flared up, she sighed in delight.
The two men quickly followed her and soon the room was being slowly filled by the sweet aroma.

"I know this is mighty unerving for you, Rorry. But.. It's a meetin'. And there's no need for us to do 'business' as usual here.""
She opened a bottle of whisky and poured it in three glasses.
"I would even venture to make this a habit of us, to improve coordination between our forces in contracts."
With a slide over the table, both glasses ended up in both men hands.
"And well, having a link between all of us only can be good, mhm?"
She raised the glass in a toast gesture to both men and took a swig and let it burn her throat to show them that it was the good real stuff.

"Don't worry."
Silver flashed her typical predatory grin.
"Well, poison is out of the deal."
Sebastian grabbed his glass and threw it all its content through his throat.
"... excellent... hmm... sorry, I never learned how to enjoy this, I'm a man of beer."

Rorry slowly tasted the whiskey and enjoyed it alongside the cigar.
"Reavers do know how to enjoy life... I was getting tired of Bishop's wine".
Silver chuckled and asked.
"How is ol' Billy boy?"
"Wife is being a bisht to him, how does it sound?"
"Seems life caught up to him. He should consider retirement and passing the banner to you."
She nursed the drink as she was talking to Sebastian.
"I don't know how you Mandos do, but we Reavers.. Well, it's all a matter of what Color has the cash to buy the company."

Rorry easily listened to the banter between the two mercs.
"Me? Mandalore? Ha... no thanks... I'll retire when Bishop steps down."
Silver and Sebastian chuckled and Silver looked at Rorry, enjoying his cigar.
"It won't be fun anymore then, Seb."
She gulped the last bit of the whiskey.
"So how is it, Rorry? And for fracks sake, call me Kall, 'nough with Silver already.""
"Kall... Fair enough."
"As for how it is..."
He leaned back, relaxing, becoming more comfortable among these new faces.
"Well lets just say the credit counts are high and the pickings are still looking good."

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[Silver]

Silver smiled at Rorry's statement and then looked at both men with eyes that one could call of death itself.
"Sirius is riddled with war, death and grief."
Silver poured more whiskey in her glass as she talked.
The two men relaxed in their chairs and listened, as she silently collected her thoughts.
"We're the top three mercenary company owners/representatives out there."
"We do what the houses, organizations and whatever has the creds to pay us, can't."
The cigar tip flared up and the stare in her eyes at both men increased.
"That is to strike where they can't. To sow death or get intelligence."
"We are the death dealers. We trade in death. And we do so freely."
Rorry nodded in agreement.
"I am not talking 'bout the fake freedom that is the norm."
"We do what we want, when we want, how we want."

"Life is so wonderful"
Said Sebastian while gingerly gulping another glass of whiskey.
"True freedom..."
Rorry muttered something more, but it wasn't understood.
"Something I have always wished for all... So tell me, what is it you purpose we do with our freedom?"

She nodded at Rorry and produced two datapads from her jacket.

"There's a contract here. For a one time operation. Still in the works.
Probably gonna head down to Mercnet."
Silver slided the datapads to both Rorry and Sebastian.
Sebastian took a peek with one eye while raising his glass to the mouth.
While Rorry's face glowed with interested as one word stood out on the data readings.

"Corsairs?"
Asked Rorry with a smile.
"Aye."
"100 millions just for signing in?"
Silver nodded with a grin at Sebastian.
"They want all of us, the best, in this. And they are willin' to pay for it."
"I see no problem with signing in, but what are we supposed to do?"
"Well.. Better start from the ground up."
She opened one of Rorry's Rum bottles and sniffed it.
"Enjoy the finest goods a criminal can offer. Stolen off of one of your employer's transports no doubt..."
He leaned back as Silver eye'd the drink, a small grin on his face.

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[Silver]

Silver chuckled and poured some into her glass and before sipping it, she said.
"You've heard of Baila Morena, Brotherhood gal?"
She suddenly gulped the glass.

"I so hate her."
Sebastian said, sitting back in the comfortable chair.
"My boys have seen her ship destroyed on several occasions..."
Rorry's grin became really dark.
"Shall we kill her?, please tell me it's that."

Silver raised her hand, but was cut off by Rorry again.

"Hell, i'll do her for free."
"I bet you would. But she ain't worth 100 mio's signin' bonus, Rorry."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"So it's this. Seems her and her 'papi', their leader, El Wacko Presidente, had a falling out."
"Because of a Reaver, of all things."
Silver chuckled at the irony.

"Which one? I'm curious."
Sebastian asked, grabbing his glass once more.
"Peach."
"The fruit guy? Ain't he crazy?"
"The right kind of crazy."
"So let me guess... Little rebelious Balia didn't quite make the getaway to her 'Peaches'?"
"You had "stand up" as a backup plan in case mercenarying failed, Rorry?"
Silver laughs and keeps sipping the rum while smoking.
"Sorry, K, I cannot concentrate well when talking about corsairs... it boils my blood... and it does it even worst seeing where this is going to..."
He puts his cigar away.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop