Come to the Paradise Garage

The Players: On'Tina, Maccus, Izara

Station Nexus -- Orum's Bastion

Unlike most of the station, the Nexus looks as though it were constructed wholly new and not just patched together from other ships. Black metal plates serve as the flooring throughout the wide, connected hallways, with lighting built into the overhead panels. Shadows pool throughout the Nexus as many of the light panels are either blown out or flickering towards death. The bulkheads making up the walls are bumped and bulgy, the imperfect welding job all too apparent and par for the course in Orum's Bastion.

Obvious exits:

ft leads to Merchant's Warren -- Orum's Bastion.

On'Tina repeats the pronounciation slowly, "<>" chittering in Ryl, "But I can explain it sometime if you like ... " and she shifts on her feet looking into the doorway of the Cantina and then back, "Are the drinks in here as awful as I'm going to guess they are?"

Maccus shakes his head, as he repeats in Ryl "<>" His eyes would travel about before stating "Far, far better than that frilly shite from Tier City"

Orum's Bastion was indeed a hive of scum and villainy. And if there was a queen of this hive, Izara Dawn was possibly the default monarch. Everything and everyone moving through the station either came to her Paradise Garage. She moves through the station nexus like a predatory panther-beast with her long Epicantrix limbs. The tall woman is followed by a Lesat and a Davaronian, both male, as she strides through the press of residents and visitors, pirates and purloiners.

On'Tina looks over as Izara starts to walk down the street and she seems to spot the Davaronian first in the crowd, his rather distinctive devilish appearance making him stick out against the sea of duller-colored humans. She snorts out and calls over in a rough sounding language, "<>" and she laughs a touch and then upnods to Maccus, "See now -those- are horns."

Maccus looks toward where Izara and the Davaronian and the Lesat are. His eyes trailing Izara a long moment before turning to study the Davaronian, "I'll give you that. Those are most certainly horns." His head tilts just a bit at the Ryl but shakes it off, his head turning back and to the side as he gets lost in thought.

"Dez. Tell Raz no more goods from the Veritas crew. And make sure to dump what we do have in the next trash run," Izara says with a scowl to the Devaronian as they walk along in her husky tone, all business and grit. They're nearly to the door to the cantina when the Lesat runs ahead and through the door. Izara finds this to be standard procedure, stopping a moment and adding to Dez, "I mean it. Thinks he can double cross me, he's wrong."

On'Tina looks between the arrival of the trio (or now duo) and then looks aside to Maccus and flicks her lekku at him and just shakes her head in a more human manner the universal silent 'Don't' worked into her movements perhaps to make them seem more seamless as she looks towards Izara and then back.

Maccus perks up at an idea, biting down on his bottom lip before he clears his throat to Izara, "Pardon, ma'am. I couldn't help but overhear that you're having a bit of an issue?" As he adjusts the reinforced obsidian leather bracers covering each forearm he states, "Maccus Stormbound, for hire, any job, any time, as long as it pays"

Izara taps her foot as she stands, folding one lengthy tattoed arm over the other. The mostly human woman stands above much of the crowd at over six feet. She flips her long braids back and forth before the Lesat comes back out. "Gotch yer table, there, boss." Before Izara can move in to the bar, someone calls her ma'am. An onyx brow lifts and she turns her dark regards down on him. "Oh really... " She smirks, and points her long thumb at Maccus. "Get a load of this guy!" she says to Raz and the Lesat. "Okay, Mac? Is it? You a mechanic or...what?"

On'Tina winces slightly at the reaction and sucks in between her teeth with that low hiss of hers. She rolls her shoulders back not that it does much to make the more petite Twi'lek look more intimidating in any manner and she decides to toss caution to her wind as the proverbial social bubble's been broken, "If he's not ... I am ... depending on what you need fixed or ... 'fixed' ... " and she snorts lightly at that. "Also ... don't plan on playing cards if you are going to sit at that table he's picked out ... the Chiss in the corner has some mirror guff he's angling from the booth nearby."

Maccus grins a little at On'Tina's remarks before stating, "Brains. Brawns. A combination if you've ever found them." Before he adjusts his bracers again. "What I can most certainly promise you. Whoever crossed you. Those who think about it will remember them as an example."

Izara throws the Lesat a withering look over the Chiss info and the guy looks like he's turning green and might cough up a hairball. She turns back putting her hands on her slender hips and looks them both up and down. "Alright alright new blood. You two a thing or a team or somethin'?" She snaps her fingers at the Lesat who goes back into the cantina and soon after he has that Chiss by the collar and is tossing him out. Izara doesn't look at the commotion, training her eyes on each of them at a time. "Well?"

On'Tina sets a wrinkle to her brow at that, her lekku twitching back and forth at the question, the ends curling and uncurling as she seems to process it. While she waits for the answer she steps forward and with an easy swipe picks up the little mirror that the rejected Chiss drops on his scurry out the door and stuffs it into her pocket for later. She leans back up and says, "Crew ... we'll go with crew."

Maccus nods in agreement, "Crew. Nothing special." Before looking at the Lestat with a little grin before shaking his head, "So what do you think. Willing to give us the chance?"

Izara takes two big sniffs of the recycled station air and says narrowing her brow eyes, "You don't smell like snitches..." She looks at the Devaronian who gives a sideways nod with his head - not quite a shrug - before looking at them for an uncomfortable amount of time while sucking her teeth. "Sure, she says plainly, taking a step towards the Cantina entrance Come to the Garage later. Bring tools and ya know...'stuff' if you got 'em."

On'Tina nods her head to Izara and says, "Of course ... just name the time ... " and she shifts on the balls of her feet and then she shifts back out of the way so as not to block easy progress into the Cantina, "First round on me?" and then she itches at the back of her neck, the strap on her goggles seeming to be getting to her.

Maccus gives a little grin toward On'Tina before giving space for Izara and her 'guards'. His statement mimicking On'Tina's, "Time and place. We'll be there and ready for whatever." Before giving a little nod, "Second and third are on me. Just nothing frilly or frothy. Tier City's festival put me off on any of that forever"

The tall woman moves further towards the door and shrugs to the Twi'lek. "Suuuure," Izara says drawing the word out into at least two syllables. She chuckles slightly at Maccus. "Slowdown man, I'm just here for lunch." Lunch and her daily 'court' held for those not in 'the trade' to approach her about any issues too dirty for the administrator to handle. "Unless you can heft 100 kilograms when you're drunk..." she says to Mac, stepping into the Cantina at last.

Maccus murmurs softly, "Easily" before heading into the Cantina.

//Travel...//

Orum's End Cantina -- Orum's Bastion

A pair of weapon scanners flank the door leading into the cantina, but from the blaster scoring and lack of activity whenever someone passes between them, the scanners do not appear to be functioning. Once the main conference room of a ship called 'The Craven,' the long narrow hall is dominated by a serving bar manned by both sentients and serving droids alike. Several grungy booths line the walls, their seatbacks tall enough to offer some modicum of privacy to those seeking to do business or quaff drinks in the dim light alone. Shells on the floor crunch under foot from time to time, though it is impossible to tell if the shells are the discarded remains of legumes or the casings from archaic small arms fire. One would need to stoop to find out, which is not advised.

Obvious exits:

ut leads to Merchant's Warren -- Orum's Bastion.

Large black boots crunch their way to the best table in the house, a round booth in the back corner. The so far unnamed Lesat pulls the table out to let Izara move into the center of the seat, then he pushes it back in so the others have to scoot across the thick flimsiplast upholstery. A big boned near-human walks up to the table and asks of Izara, "The usual Izzy?" "Sure Jole," she replies and then the man looks to the others for their orders taking them one by one. "Now...tell me about all the floofy drinks on Valentine's..." The woman grins derisively. "Floofy! You're funny. I like that."

Maccus plants himself at the bar, murmuring to the bartender before slipping a few dozen credits his way in a more secretive way before leaning back against the bar and motions to On'Tina, "She's more the Queen of ordering drinks than I am, but they had some real fruity...floofy..." before he shrugs a bit, "Im really more a blaster head than anything."

On'Tina flits her lekku back and forth as she says, "You want me to describe the taste or you want me to tell you the ingredients in quantity?" at the question of the drinks on Valentine's. She tilts her chin up and then waits for everyone to pick out their seat before she looks to sit herself and murmurs a request for something in Ryl first before trying to ponder the word in Basic failing and just pointing towards some blue-coloured liquor behind the bar.

Izara blinks at On'Tina's question. "Okay...so you're Mac..." she says to Maccus. "I didn't catch your name?" she asks of the Twi'lek woman. Drinks arrive and Izara picks up her ale and takes a large sip while her crewmen take up their drinks as well. "Ah...so good. Jole know I like 'em ice cold."

Maccus murmurs the soft correction, "Maccus. Not Mac."

On'Tina shakes her head back and forth, her lekku twitching again at the comment of Maccus and murmurs, "On'Tina ... " offering her name in return.

Maccus turns to On'Tina, "Is that the same sorta stuff we've had before?" As he asks his question he makes sure to not necessarily relax, but not give the impression that he's offguard. His eyes ever alert and scanning the Cantina for any rising troubles.

"Well we'll see if I need to remember that, okay Maccus?" Izara chastises him while leaning on the table with both forearms and surrounding the icy cold glass of brew with her fingers. She obviously wasn't interested in stories of floofy drinks. One might learn she tends to bounce from one subject to the other. "I'm Izara Dawn. Proprietor of the Paradise Garage. We do a lot of 'special modifications' for anything from ships to mechs." She bounces her head back and forth twice. "I also help out the Captains who frequent the Bastion if they have any, well...you can imagine. Anyways...Okay. So...that was pretty gutsy just walking up to me and asking for work. I like it." Seeing Maccus be all vigilant she says, "Man, you're on edge. Relax. You're with me...at least for now.

On'Tina gently nudges the elbow of Maccus but then nods to his question, "<>" she chitters aside to him in Ryl and then leans forward onto the bar on her elbows, "I'm not sure I technically qualify as a 'Captain' right now but ... good to know." She finally reaches up and slides off her goggles working them off around her head with an annoyed sound.

Maccus grunts softly to On'Tina before nodding in agreement,"<>" before stating to Izara in the common tongue, "One cant be too careful in these parts. Even with the most powerful women in Orum's Bastion." Before he shrugs, "I'd rather have guts and show I'm worth hiring again rather than being jobless, stranded and left for dead"

The near-human woman brushes a knuckle under her nose and watches them talk to each other in another tongue. "Huh," is all she says in reply to Maccus. After too long a pause she says, "Yeah I'd hate that. That's why I'm me." Izara points to her self with ten long fingers and grins broadly. She doesn't seem to be surprised that the newcomers had already heard of her, it seems expected. "So. Either of you a pilot?"

On'Tina upnods her head with that same flit of her lekku as she speaks along and says, "I'm most familiar with freighters but I've run a fighter more than once ... can usually repair what I can fly ... on some other ships I've less experience directly as I was on comms, the joy and pain of being the polyglot on the crew. Or ... I suppose the face they thought someone would be least inclined to shoot if I got on the screen ... " and she snorts out loudly.

Maccus shrugs a little and states, "Fighterpilot. I worked security on larger freighters or..well...boarding them." As he looks to On'Tina with a little grin before shaking his head. "<>" Before shaking his head, "<>" Before looking to the bottle On'Tina has before looking back to Izara.

Izara is about to continue the 'interview' for the jobs she's already sort of given them when her comlink goes off. She untucks it from her vest and groans. "Dagon is early," she says rolling her eyes to Raz who shakes his head. The Lesat springs into action. She stands and turns back to the two as Raz moves out of the way. "Dagon -is- an earner so I must be off. Show up in an hour and I'll have some work for ya. Thanks for the drink!" Jole sees her getting up and hollers over. "I'll box it up and send it over, Izzy!" "Swell Jole. Just swell." And with that the tall woman strides out, her crew in tow.

On'Tina seems to be about to say something else but then the comm goes off and her lekku twitch a bit, "Of course ... " she says in her slightly accent-tinged Basic, "An hour," she confirms and she nods.

//An hour later//

Paradise Garage -- Orum's Bastion

Large bay doors open to the Paradise Garage, one of the seedier establishments in Orum's service bay. Pink and green neon blinks out the name over a black durasteel plate screwed in above the door. Inside ships of various sizes are in various states of repair. Ugnaughts, humanoids, a Sluissi, and even a couple of Jawas attend to various tasks assisted by droids of several helpful configurations.

Obvious exits:

ack Room leads to Paradise Garage Backroom -- Orum's Bastion.

ut leads to Service Hangar -- Orum's Bastion.

Izara comes out of the back room office, with a toothpick in her hand. She has a brief discussion with the Sluissi tech via protocol droid and seems satisfied as she turns to see Maccus, bag in hand and folds her arms in front of her. "So...what's in the bag?"

Maccus shrugs a little, "Various tools. Just waiting for On'Tina to get here before you give us this job. I figured I'd get to know you a bit better in the meantime" Before he looks about the Garage, "Is this yours?" Motioning to the shop.

Izara looks Maccus up and down. Noise from the shop permeates the place, power tools, droids, techs hollering to each other. She sticks her toothpick in between her teeth, working it for a few seconds, then tossing it aside. All she says in reply is, "Yep."

Maccus smirks just a little, "If you think I meant like that, you got me figured for the wrong kinda man." Before shaking his head, "I meant understanding the type of woman I'm working for." Before smirking just a little.

Izara narrows her eyes slightly, putting her hands on her hips. "Listen...Maccus...just, stick to whatever I or anyone else in here tells you to do," she says gesturing to the crew either working or just hanging around. "To start, there's a pile of motivators on that bench over there. Get some solvent from the cabinet and start cleaning them. Alright?"

Maccus nods a little and releases a breath, "Alright. If thats what ya need me to do. I'll do it." He seems just slightly relieved that he's working on something. He would ask one of the Ugnaughts where to find the right solvent before getting on with the required work.

Izara turns back towards the office. "Then get a laser-file and remove all their serial numbers," she says over her shoulder. That should keep the new blood busy for a while. The tall woman then exits into her office.

//Later the same day//

On'Tina brushes a hand over her nose and then says, "Can ... they got another laser-etcher? Or are we going dirty with the hot side of my blaster barrel ... haven't gotten to feel that thrill of an 'emergency sudden boarding inspection' lately ... "

Maccus chuckles and shrugs, "Last one is all yours if you want it. Otherwise I'll finish it up without a worry"

Izara is still in her office from when she went in there earlier after giving Maccus a task to do. She can be seen pacing and talking on her comlink through the large transparasteel windows. Out in the shop, a magna-driver fires up with a roar and starts making loud ka-chunk-ka-chunk sounds as a tech is sealing a hull plating onto a mech fighting machine.

On'Tina walks over and takes up the offered etcher and settles in to work on the piece, she reaches up her hand to lower her goggles before she works but then sighs, likely remembering they are out of commission and then just scoffs and starts in on the piece. She tilts her head to one side as she listens outside, "Whatever that is ... is gonna < > before too long, someone's routed too much power through a back system. I'm sure the on-board is saying it's fine but the timing is off in the engine clicks."

Maccus leans his head back, stretching his neck before hearing the sound too, "You could always go offer a hand. You're likely the better mechanic out of the pair of us" Before looking around the shop, releasing a breath as he had taken a lot of his effort and time into cleaning and removing the serial numbers from the motivators.

From the office, Izara ends her pacing and makes a bee-line out the door into the shop where she heads over to where the mis-firing magna-driver is being used. "Hey hey HEY!!" she yells to the Ugnaught using it. "What the hell, Roga? Does that sound right to you?!" The Ugnaught grunts and squeals back at the shop owner and she shakes her head. "No no no! I don't care what that screen says. It's off..." The machine is shut down and Izara glares at it. "But why?"

On'Tina snorts out at that and puts the piece down, "Could," she admits easily enough and then sets down the part and brushes her hand on her thigh, "Course I'm not sure on all the rules and bylaws of repairs, hmm?" upnodding the rest of the garage. She leans against the workbench then, elbows in and crosses her legs at the ankles.

Maccus snorts, shaking his head before using his foot to gently tap at On'Tina's "It'll probably look good if you jumped right into the < > before me." Before looking toward the original place the sound was coming from "I wouldn't know where to begin with that. Thats no where close to a starfighter."

Izara turns from the mech with the unfinished hull and sees On'Tina over by the workbench Maccus has been using. Putting two fingers between her plump lips she whistles to get the Twi'lek's attention then motions for her to come over to the open area where the mech, a couple of smaller starfighters and a speeder are all in various states of disassembly. She turns back to the Ugnaught and says, "Roga. Restart the unit and run a diagnostic."

On'Tina leans off the counter and heads over to where Izara stands and murmurs aside to her, her lekku swaying in time with her talk, "It's running too rich, either the combustion sensor is holding too long or the flame holder isn't going off at the right moment, maybe both ... but it means it's putting out more fuel than it's firing off. Great if you know how to vent properly but otherwise ... my guess is either his last mechanic was a hack, he's a hack, or someone has a reason for him to need to pull into port faster than he's planning to."

Maccus leans into the workbench, grinning wide as he listens to On'Tina but stays put. His eyes watching the Ugnaught closely just incase of problems.

The Ugnaught hears what On'Tina has said and begins speaking more loudly, punctuating his noises with stubby fingered gestures involving the Twi'lek, the magna-driver, and Izara. "HEY!" Izara yells, moving to tower over the porcine mechanic. "Take a break. I don't like your tone." Then she swings her gaze over to On'Tina. "Okay. Can you fix it?"

On'Tina curls up her lekku at the ends as the Ugnaught begins gesturing at her and she hisses at him slightly, but then she nods, "Probably ... move it to whatever bay you use least, it kicking fuel like I suspect it is, it's probably going to be a mess ... on the off chance if it was done on purpose do we want to fix it? You got someone to ask around that he doesn't have a puck?"

Izara grumbles as she looks over the work bays. She snaps her fingers loudly and points to her lifter op. "Drag this piece of crap over to bay nine. And get On'Tina anything she needs over there." Then the tall woman chuckles and crosses her bare arms. "Mech fighters - I don't get involved. Just fix it up for our customer. I'll give him a heads up it might've been messed with. Oh, and your friend over there can assist you if you want."

On'Tina looks over to Maccus and calls over, "<>" and she laughs as she slips out of her new jacket and tosses it on the work bench before she rolls up her sleeves.

He laughs just softly at On'Tina's use of Ryl before shaking his head. His hands go to the covers of his bracers and tug them off, exposing the heavily scared flesh before turning to join On'Tina, "<>" Before watching various droids and others prep the mech toward bay nine. Maccus however gets briefly distracted by several starfighters, rubbing his chin to hide the fact internally he's drooling over his thoughts.