The Good, The Smug, and The Rogue (RP between Skitti & Steve)
A ship flew into the atmosphere of the major trading world Columex. The Urban cities beloew bustled with busy bodies going to and fro either on foot or in flying transportation.
The ship flew to the nearest hangar, the landing gear stretching its legs, floating safely onto the cold ground, steaming and resting. The ramp-door opened and revealed a young Mirialan woman, about the age of 22. She stepped down, pushing back her black hair.
"Finally," she said, stretching. "We made it!"
A young man, the same age but Human, walked down the ramp behind her.
"Hold up, Lilezi," he said. "Don't get too excited. You don't even know where we're going yet."
"Oh, chill, Vane, I'm just taking a quick look around," Lilezi answered.
Another young man, about the age of 15, but looking a couple years older than he actually is, stepped off the ship with hands in his pockets.
"Well, I know exactly where I'm headed. Message me when you guys are ready."
"Marx," Lilezi said, hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you're headed to a random cantina."
"I didn't tell you, now did I?" he snapped back, walking off.
"Marx-" Vane began, but the last crew member, a young man by the age of 20, chuckled from within the ship.
"Don't worry," he said. "He'll come back once he realizes I took his credits."
"Harlow," Lilezi began, "You know he's going to kill you."
Harlow shrugged and walked back into the ship.
Vane rolled his eyes and looked over at Lilezi. "You ready to get the job?"
"Yeah," she answered. "You got the coordinates of the cantina?"
"Yup," he answered. "Let's go."
They walked away, trusting Harlow with the ship, and knowing Marx wouldn't leave them completely. They went on their way to the Shady Ale cantina south of the hangar. This was where their next client would be.
"Y'know, we could really use a helping hand," Lilezi admitted as they walked alongside each other.
"Yeah," Vane sighed. "The jobs seem to get more difficult each time, and I don't know how much longer Marx is going to stick with us. He's getting older and eventually he'll realize he'll be able to take care of himself soon."
Vane and Lilezi looked at one another and chuckled.
"Yeah, sure," the Mirialan said. "But, in all seriousness, we do need to find someone who'd be willing to join our little crew."