[center][h2][color=#ffc300][b]✩ Up to No Good ✩[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

[@Aqua Regis]
[hider=Message for Orion]
The ship console let out a shrill chirp as a message appeared on the holoscreen. A familiar face was displayed on the floating blue terminal.

[i]“Hey Orion, I came across something you might be interested in. A relic showed up two days ago after a smuggling run went sour. I’m sitting on it right now while my fence figures out what to do, but for the right amount of chit, It could be ‘lost’. You know those alien symbols on your drive booster? This piece has near identical engravings. It’s probably made by the same race.

If you want it, come find me at E-Rade’s lounge. I’m not going to hold onto it for long. You have some competition.”[/i]
[right]--Gnabik[/right]
[/hider]

[@Dark Light]
[hider=Message for Oh'len]
[i]“Oh’len, right? Cresche tells me you’re the body to talk to about getting a half-decent appraisal on alien scrap. The money may be a little dirty, but I can actually pay you what you’re worth unlike the last bastard you dealt with. Yeah, that’s right, I know that scum-sucking charlatan Lenzo tried to cut you short last time and now he’s a pariah in the trading pens. Word gets around. Anyway, we recovered a relic from the space wreckage around Jurroc III. That’s where you come in. I need you to make up a price tag. I got buyers waiting and my usual contact went dark after those morons at the Tower spread that ghost story across the Lines.

Job's yours if you want it. Meet me at E-Rade’s lounge.”[/i]
[right]--Gnabik[/right][/hider]

[@EnterTheHero]
[hider=Meeting with a Spider]
[hider=Gnabik][img]https://preview.redd.it/6xvdvg2vov321.jpg?width=960&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=5aadae78bf7f89b5cc6a140bf97a36e86f50bf6f[/img][/hider]
Pale green luminescence shrouded the room. There were no lights, the walls, ceiling and floor had a dim radiance all their own. The walls arched into the ceiling which dipped towards the center and put the focus of the room on a strange workstation. A dense array of glowing symbols floated above it, and within the cloud of alien runes was the vague shape of a starship currently docked at Odyssey station.

The hatch opened with a pneumatic whir letting the jazzy synth music outside flood into the room. The wave of sound was muted as Gnabik squeezed his bulky, arachnoid body into the room. His mandibles vibrated curiously as he cocked his head and eyed Therion. 

“Ah, right.” He began “You’re the new one Cresche hired, right? I don’t bother keeping track anymore. Too many faces and bad smells to remember.” He said with a sigh. “ Doesn’t matter. It’s a short contract, and the pay is worth it. Keep me alive for the next few days, and you’ll have enough chit to snort Suryadic Ash for weeks…. or whatever it is your kind does for fun.” 

Gnabik scuttled past the Shuran mercenary to the cabinet and retrieved a thin, silvery tube. He pinched off the top with his claws and drank the glittering white contents in one gulp. His shoulders rolled like he just shrugged off a tremendous weight, and he let out a happy chitter. "I needed that." He said, sounding a bit more relaxed. He turned back to Therion and the two largest of his six eyes became fixed on him. 

“You got a bit of the Ley in you, don’t you?” He tucked his legs under his thorax and leaned casually against the wall, exuding an air smug confidence. “I can see it, you know. That cloud of sparkly shit clinging to you. Smells like burnt oil to me, but that’s magic alright.” His mouth spread into a grotesque smile. “So, what’s your gimmick, then?”[/hider]

[@Faerrin]
[hider=A Beautiful Distraction]
A thin green haze filled E-Rade's lounge. All manner of aliens were here partying it like it was the last day of their lives. As far as they knew, it might be. From thin, elegant Orvons to stocky, four-armed Tuskers, even those furry little maniacs called Killorians, all of them were packed into wide open lounge. The gravity was lower here so the dancers could be more acrobatic and flashy on their platforms above. Faint ripples in the air outlined the edge the protective force field that separated the dancers from the crowd below. 

While the music thumped outside, in an adjacent room the next set of dancers prepared for their shift. Even behind closed doors people still gossiped about the wild conspiracy theories circulating the rumor mill. 

A tall, scantily clad Orvon called to Nidia. "Looks like you might make double wages tonight, Nidia. A couple of the faces in the crowd look familiar."  He sand settled on a couch nearby and crossed his long, elegant legs in smooth and liquid fashion. He swiped across a the glowing bangle on his wrist and a holoscreen appeared near Nidia. The screen displayed the grisled, lizard-like features of a Trennel thug. Layers of text and info floated around the criminal's picture. "Bounty is 10000 chit."

"You think she can't find her own bounties, Ylis?" Another of the dancers heckled with a laugh.

"Hardly~" Ylis rested his regal face in his palm, and drummed his fingers thoughtfully against his cheek as his playful, gold eyes locked on Nidia. "Her dancing lacks flair. I'm more interested in her other job." He offered a mischievous grin to the other dancer. "Aren't you the least bit interested to see her handle a bounty twice her size?"[/hider]