Posted by Oneshe Uukemel (The Muscle) in (Intro / Open) Looking for a job
Oneshe had been sniffing around the outpost, literally and metaphorically, looking for his next gig. His last employer had shorted him about 3 bars of latinum, and their subsequent ‘disagreement’ meant he was also without a ride.

He was keeping his ears perked and eyes peeled for his next opportunity. This time hoping to score something more long term. To say there were ‘rumors’ of pirates around the area was an understatement. It seemed only a matter of time before he bumped in a crew with a few vacancies.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Luckily this outpost wasn’t Star Fleet run. It was independent. It was respectable, but it had an iffy seedy side too. It was a couple months past her birthday. Not that it was a big deal. She had been an adult by Orion standards for a few years. No one had remembered, but honestly she’d forgotten too. Loosing Sisnil, their deal gone side ways, getting hurt, avoiding the Korda, who had time to celebrate?

So she was walking the merchant district. She was going to buy herself something indulgent. She never spent her earnings, so she had a bit she could indulge in and not touch her savings. Of course she only had so much time before the fact she was Orion drew trouble.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator