Noventa - A Star Wars Story

"I don't know, you tell me. We can do it completely above board, or we can leave a few compensation measures under the table. I'd like to reward people based on something they'll need. Credits usually works. Just wanted to leave that option on the table, Kor."

Kor smirked when Ribmatt brought up the manka "Yeah that's a story that deserves a good telling over a glass of something strong and brown."

He then quirked an eyebrow at the last question "credits is usually the simplest form of compensation but what else did you have in mind?"

"So long as they sign, I don't care if you bring in that large Manka you got in the back." He looked over. "I'd [i]love [/i]to hear the story on that sometime." He looked over at the others before turning back to his plate of food.. "Though I imagine that can come in a less rushed time." He nodded his head firmly in his direction. "Anyways, just try to have this done in 3 days. Though I suppose the bonus should be discussed. Is credits something you're after, I assume?"

[Quinn was not actually here]

"We may or may not bring in Six on this." Cal said. "There's a number of folks who I trust, but wouldn't use on every job. Depends on what we're looking at." Also, he wasn't clear about how a thumbprint worked on a shapeshifter.

"And yeah, Runi." Cal nodded. "I'll make sure she gets it. Imagine I'll see her later on today." He certainly hoped so, anyway.

"Yup. Has the details of the job as well as information on the schematics. I didn't give you any information about the guard's actions or anything of the legwork. After all, this is to find gaps in the holes."

He finally goes for his food and starts to eat, sipping his whiskey along the way. "Just have everyone who wants in do the same thing. I see that Six girl and the red one...Runi, I think, ain't here. I won't go buggin' for em now."

Okay then. Cal shrugged, applying his thumbprint to the reader.

"This also has the details of what you want us to do, right? Location and all that?" He asked.

It looked as if a standard contract, written by people who probably knew more about the legal talk than you or him. Nothing would catch your eye on the matter of it, just a few mentions of a 'limited contractor agreement' and mentions of where you can and cannot sue for damages.

Overall, a pretty standard contract within the city itself.

"Pretty much." Cal said wryly. "And while I expect Doc could probably use the money, I'd prefer not to cause her too much stress. Think she has enough as is."

He looked down, studying the contents of the datapad. He turned it to better allow the others to see, if they so desired and were close enough.

Taking a look at the food, he focuses on the drink for a few moments. "Well, I wanted to meet with you to do what we discussed." He grinned. "Make it all official like." He motions to one of his men to come forward and one gets out of the table and walks to the bar, planting on the table a datapad and nodded to his boss. "Datapad's got all the details. Just requires your thumbprint to acknowledge the deal." He nodded back to him and drank his whiskey. "As I said, it's all legit, so we gotta follow the law here. That way, it protects you if the Rangers stop by and protects me in case something should happen to you. Nothing [i]should[/i], but you know how things go." He laughs at his statement.

"We'll also cover any medical expenses as needed."

[quote="Dartris Ribmatt"]"Well, have fun with that." He doesn't seem to react. "I've heard quite the tales of Vida's little shindigs, both good and bad. Either way, it'll make for quite the memory..." He grabs his whiskey and downs it slowly. "Well, if you're sober enough to remember it all." He looks down. "Sounds good that you're giving yourself a break. Go live a little. You're only young once."[/quote]

Cal chuckled. "You're telling me. I haven't thought of myself as young for a few years now. Retirement isn't a young man's game, after all."

The order was fast. A bit of pan-fried toast, both sweet and savory spreads provided. He slid the snack across to Ribmatt. "So, what brings you to Twelve Parsecs today? Besides the pleasure of our company, of course. And the food and drink. Heck." He chuckled. "I guess that's as much reason as most have for coming here. Minus my company, maybe."

[Quinn was not actually here]

"Well, have fun with that." He doesn't seem to react. "I've heard quite the tales of Vida's little shindigs, both good and bad. Either way, it'll make for quite the memory..." He grabs his whiskey and downs it slowly. "Well, if you're sober enough to remember it all." He looks down. "Sounds good that you're giving yourself a break. Go live a little. You're only young once."

[quote="Dartris Ribmatt"]"I count the moments till you grace my presence again." He smiles and gives a small chuckle. "Something small will do today. Whiskey as well, please. I unfortunately have some business I must attend to outside of the city today, like we discussed earlier and I may have to eat there when the time comes." Having to go to Providencetown wasn't bringing any warm, pleasant feelings. But if this story got around and he didn't let him know about it, well, that feeling would be any worse.. "I think the liquor will help with the long trip."

He nodded to Kor and gave a polite wave to the others he had met before.[/quote]

Cal snorted. "I tend to have that effect on people." He drawled.

It only took a few moments for the whiskey, Cal pouring with his usual flair. He slid the glass across the counter. For food, he passed a note back to the kitchen; something small, as requested. Business was always better with full stomachs, anyway.

"Back to Providencetown, huh?" Cal shook his head. "Well, you gotta do what you gotta do." He shrugged. "Actually, I here there's a party there tonight. I might see about putting in an appearance."

The Rattataki simply stayed in his spot and watched the goings-on.

"I count the moments till you grace my presence again." He smiles and gives a small chuckle. "Something small will do today. Whiskey as well, please. I unfortunately have some business I must attend to outside of the city today, like we discussed earlier and I may have to eat there when the time comes." Having to go to Providencetown wasn't bringing any warm, pleasant feelings. But if this story got around and he didn't let him know about it, well, that feeling would be any worse.. "I think the liquor will help with the long trip."

He nodded to Kor and gave a polite wave to the others he had met before.

Cal smiled, even as he extended his hand. "Why, Mr. Ribmatt." He said, shaking the legitimate businessman's hand firmly. "Didn't we see each other just yesterday? Not that I'm not happy to see you, but I hope you don't grow melancholy without the pleasure of my company after such a short time."

He moved back towards the bottles of whiskey. "Get you a drink? Anything to eat? We've been trying some new healthy items on the menu. Or, if you want to go the other direction, we've got a chicken fried nerf steak the chef's been perfectin'."

Kor was there as well in his more casual wear that he typically wore in the morning just a tank top and loose pants. He moved about the bar making sure all the furniture was in the right spot. Even if 12 Parsecs was a calmer bar tables and chairs still got moved everywhere.

When Dartris enters the bar Kor stops working and nods to the business man.

The gentlemen doesn't keep them waiting too long for the evening, doing his best to ensure he makes it there before the lunch rush arrives. It'll arrive eventually, he was sure. The food was decent enough anyways. Again, two men entered the building before him, scoping the place out and placing themselves down in separate booths before he arrived. The man was dressed up all prim and proper like he usually is, favoring the display of his cybernetic attachments as he approached the bar.

"Lawman, been too long." Mr. Ribmatt smiles warmly, extending his hand.

[Quinn was not actually here]