Fritz was pretty disappointed that they didn't see the restraining bolt as necessary as he did. How else was he supposed to make sure the droid didn't move suddenly as he repaired...whatever the horned man wanted fixed. How else was he supposed to take the droid as payment for his services later on and make even more credits? This all already started to feel like a wasted effort to Fritz. The Jawa looked down toward the ground dejected, and upon doing so noticed the lizard person he thought was a lizard person had no legs, and instead some long scaly body thingy. Fritz wasn't too familiar with people not having legs. Well, at least before blowing them up. So the odd group seemed to be even stranger then he originally thought. Then the Horned man talked of needing someone to blow things up, off the station this time too. Which brightened Fritz' mood considerably. "Fritz no like destroyed stuff so much. Fritz like see things go boom. Destroyed things can't go boom so well. Trust Fritz, Fritz has tried many times. Horney man need Fritz make stuff go boom?" the tiny Jawa asked quizzically, not entirely sure whether he believed the man entirely. "Fritz can do that. Fritz need credits though. Nothing is free in the galaxy. Including explosives and things that go boom. Horned one gives Fritz credits, Fritz make things go boom, simple yes? Horned man put Fritz bolt on droid now, yes?"
Zin wasn't one who was fond of being watched; much less so when conducting business. She moved her eyes without turning her head or losing the sarcastic smile on her face to catch a glimpse of what this man(?) was talking about. Softly swaying, rocking herself from side to side very slowly, she shrugged. The wannabe-outlaw did not need to tell Kina what the shrug meant - it was her usual concession of 'It's your ship, and if he doesn't pay up in the end, we'll just space him', by now such a usual occurrence that it was an easily understood nonverbal communication. Due to its insufficiency to convey her momentary thoughts, she added a low, chuckled, "You know, I'm not much for eavesdroppers. Pretty rude practice. We've got tons of rude boys here."
"NO ONE WILL PUT A BOLT ON Me" as the droid speaks a sparking sound is heard and the droid shudders shakes lightly "iT APpEars tHaT mY VOlumE CoNtroL hAS FUrthEr faIled." The bass of the droids voice jumping up in volume and dropping in a wild manner "I REQuIre REPAIRS UrGENtly , I doNt REqUIRe tHe ReSTRAinINg BoLT" turning to its employer and trying to force its volume lower. "we should do all we can to OBTAIN A PILOT and most likeLY and POSSIBLY RELIABLE MECHANIC " B2-81 voiced to kneeling next to the Zabrak
"Fritz can do one of those two things." Fritz said turning toward the further malfunctioning droid. Fritz still couldn't see why someone would want a droid to remain broken like the way this one was. Joining up with this group seemed crazier then poking a sleeping Krayt Dragon in the eye. Would probably be less dangerous too. But as it stood, Fritz didn't have many other options. Well he did, they just weren't working out the way he hoped. "Fritz fix droid, prove Fritz good fixer. Then droid trust Fritz. Then Fritz put bolt on droid, yes?" he asked without skipping a beat.
@GobMaw_HellSmasha @bossaroo Pulling out 100 credits from his pocket Varel placed it in front of Fritz. "Like you said, nothing in this galaxy is for free. You'd do well to remember that saying goes both ways. Now, keep in mind that this B2 unit is off-limits, however if we come across other droids on our journey, you are free to do with them as you please. Consider it as a secondary payment for your services. Now if you'll excuse me, we have a pilot to find." @Wata Standing up, he gestured for Rtora to approach him so they could have a talk in private. "We are in this together my friend, meaning that I'd like you to come with me and negotiate the possible price. This also means that we should share expenses so remember that when it comes to paying for the transport. Also, watch out, I think that Mandalorian is not too happy to see us so there might be a chance to show all of us your swordsmanship skills." @Casavay @Vlayden @Kalle Hoping that snake-man follows him, Varel approached the table where the trio was sitting, keeping his hands outside his robes and on the sides so they could see he wasn't carrying any weapons (of course, whether his dark appearance made them uneasy was beyond his control, but to be frank he would enjoy it very much if that was to happen). "Greetings," he made a slight bow as he stopped few feet away from the table, his face partially revealed beneath his hood but it was obvious that under his red face adorned with black tattoos, his lips were placed in a friendly smile. "I apologize if I interrupted your rest, but I was wondering...is any of you a pilot or has a space ship available for hire? I admit, you have the looks so I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask?" "I am in need of transportation services and if I arrived at the right address, I'd hope we'd be able to strike some kind of a deal?"
"Friend, is it?" Rtora asked with obvious edge to his voice. "Fine, I'll be on my guard, I always am. Let's just find a way off this station." The Ipharian followed Varel. Rtora's hand resting on the hilt of his sword on his belt behind him. He hadn't seen or heard any specifics about mandalorians but something made it sound like they were more than formidable. "Yes, we are in need of transportation. Someone trustworthy, we'll pay our own shares of expenses and travel." Rtora said in a most amicable tone, which was a bit betrayed by the unease he was feeling in Varel's presence. @Casavay @Vlayden @Kalle @Colapse
Fritz looked at the 100 credits the horned man left on the table for him. It wasn't a lot for the job he was given. It wouldn't even cover the cost of a single frag grenade. Was he supposed to just scrounge up credits by taking any droid he comes across and selling them? Didn't seem like a very viable way to make credits. At this rate, he wouldn't break even let alone make a profit off of this little excursion. As fun as blowing things up was, he'd need credits to keep his supplies of explosives up. He already used a majority of the explosives he had blowing up his previous bounty , thinking he'd have plenty of credits restock once he collected. As nice as the explosion was, he was running the gambit of not being able to pull something off like that again. Fritz took the 100 credits and walked over to where the horned man was busy with talking to other tall people. Pulling on the horned one's robes the Jawa interjected into the conversation. "Fritz need more credits if want Fritz to blow stuff up for Horned man. Unless want Fritz to take every droid Fritz come across to be able to buy big booms."
"Issagra is a dump," Kina reminded Zin (@Casavay), though the fond note in her mutter betrayed some affection for the place, all the same. It was a familiar haunt of the Blur's Captain. She reached out and waved away the Mandalorian's blaster. "But let's not assume. Calm down, Bucket, let's hear what these people have got to say," she said. The robed Zabrak (@Colapse) from before and the strange snake-man (@Wata) approached. Kina judged the latter to be young from his somewhat skittish nature. Sitting forwards, still petting her lekku as though it was some sort of decadent animal, she subjected either man to a spacer's skeptical scrutiny, before she addressed the robed Zabrak. He seemed to be the leader. "You're in luck, Spikes," she informed him. "I like the look of your friend," she decided, reclining back and looking up at him. She glanced to Zin, that kind of lopsided half-smile that tended to mean something along the lines of trust me, even though the request was moot. Zin trusted her Captain. It could be a daunting prospect to make decisions for the good of two individuals, but Kina hadn't failed yet. "My ship is the Crimson Blur," she told them. "She's old, but she's solid as a rock. I'm in talks with a potential client right now, but if you all want to hire the Blur..." she said, glancing sideways at Valrin (@Vlayden). "Then my price is two hundred per head, the droid (@bossaroo) is hazardous cargo and one hundred credits. Rations and water will be provided. House rules will be explained once we're aboard. Sounds like a deal to you?"
Rtora was silent a moment, staring Kina in the eye. "Fine, I'll pay your two hundred. Varel can tell you where we want to go." He clenched his jaw beneath his mask, he really hoped this didn't end up in a blackmail/indentured servitude kind of agreement. He had been close to being in that situation once. "I am Rtora, by the way. Pleasure to meet you."
@Kalle @Casavay @Vlayden "My name is Varel and I must say, you drive a hard bargain Captain....? I do hope your ship is as tough as its name describes it to be," he allowed her to speak her name if she so wished while making polite nods to both the second pilot and their Mandalorian friend. "I accept your terms," he said after couple of moments spent deep in thought, "We'll provide you with the credits shortly, just when we figure out how many of us are exactly going." @GobMaw_HellSmasha Turning back and looking down at Fritz, Varel gave the Jawa a simple shrug. "It is a one time offer, take it or leave it. I'll pay for the transport fee as well, so you don't have to worry about that. Concerning the droids, if we get attacked by some you are free to loot them afterwards or do whatever you want with them for all I care. In case there's a droid with a sensitive information that we need, you'll first extract it, give it to us and then you are free to do with the droid as you see fit. Droids owned by 3rd parties are not a part of this agreement. Those are the terms, you don't like them, you are free to leave, I won't stop you." @Wata @bossaroo After finishing with the Jawa, Varel gave a nod of agreement to Rtora and B2. "Thank you for that. I'll be paying for myself, the droid unit and Jawa in case he decides to come along."
