[i] Collab by Arthanus, Skull, PrimezTime and Kyelin[/i]

After the altercation in the street Silus made his way to the Hunter's Den for the second time today. As he walked into the rundown smoky bar he looked over and saw the two Bounty Hunters who had tried to capture the blue girl earlier. "Better luck next time guys, you should pick your targets better and even then trying to capture them in the middle of a crowded street is a no no. Too many bystandars that might just step in." He told the two before going on his way. A few old big shots sat drinking and retelling old tales but Silus didn't have the time to stop by and chat so he continued on his way. But he did stop for a moment as a group of 10 Hunters gathered around each other whispering and planning. Curiosity got the better of Silus and he moved closer to listen in. "... Then you three will come in, we only have one shot at the 100k, no screw-ups we will only have one chance" He overheard the men saying and imediatly knew who they were talking about, Gaigun Mordan, The leader of the "Veestigu Saints". And that alone drew Silus into the plot, just to see if he could make a profit from it. And after listening to the Hunters talk and plan Silus came up with an Idea of his own, Leaving the group and walking over to the board he quickly ripped down one of the Bounty forms and left heading for the Green Oasis.

When he arrived to the busy High-End Cantina he found himself a booth in view of the main door, but far enough away from the bar so he would have a little bit of privacy. And once he ordered himself a drink he scooted off to change out of his Desert Survival Gear leaving it in a bag under the table before indulging himself to a drink. waiting for the others.

Temujin exited the eatery with new acquaintances in tow. Together, they surfed through a diverse sea of species that began herding through the streets in droves. The sun's descent marked the end of today's morning cycle, and Tryliin's moons would soon light the skies with cooling hues of luminescent cloud fog. The Mongol-Kadesan enjoyed every minute of Tryliin's short night cycles. Bars and night clubs played their rambunctious music, riled with debauchery and frolicking alien women. He looked back at his rag tag group of companions and grinned at the thought of marching into the Green Oasis to meet Silus. Temujin could care less at this point if he was venturing into a trap; as a Kadesan, he dared for excitement. Should the deities gamble unfairly with his fate, he will face the consequences with welcome arms, no matter the result. Such fortuitous prospects surged life into Temujin, and he struggled to contain his excitement as they approached the cantina. 

After circumnavigating through a maze of low town streets, the group spotted the bright holographic marquee sign sparkling with dizzying effects.

"Ah, here she is..." Temujin said quietly, entranced by the exterior decor of the Green Oasis. "Let's get to it shall we?!" 

Temujin pushed the double doors of the cantina wide open, immediately scanning the room for Silus. It took him awhile, because he was expecting the man to still be dressed in his gear. Though as he walked further in and adjusted to the dim lights, he spotted Silus at a booth with a drink in hand. 

"Ah, there you are!" He walked over, gesturing for the group to come gather. He turned over to a barmaid skirting in their direction. "A round of Zandilla ale for all of my friends!" He grinned at Silus, pointing directly at him. "and make sure to put it on his tab!" 

It had been a while since Kintya had been drinking in an environment such as The Green Oasis. Normally, she would rest against Chomper, drinking whiskey and watching the sun set over the dunes, or in the shade of an Idona Palm, progressively getting more and more wasted until the memories went away. Then Kintya would have vivid dreams of a drunken nature, of her life in various stages, sometimes dreaming of her life in the military, sometimes her life in university, Rarely did she dream of her childhood, as it was about as unremarkable as one could reasonably expect, even to Kintya. She pulled up a chair at Silus' table, and eyed him suspiciously:
 
"So. why didn't you take me in? That was awfully nice of a bounty hunter... Maybe you aren't so bad after all" The ale had arrived, and Kintya put some credits on the table, pushing them to SIlus. "You and Temujin here may be friends, but we're still technically not on the same side, you and I, until proven otherwise. I don't want to owe you anything." She leaned back, and took a big gulp of the ale, the refreshing tang and bitterness a welcome taste to KIntya. She paused, before downing the rest of the glass, and slamming the cup on the table. This had been a long day , and she needed to unwind. After a few minutes, the drink's effect took hold, and she decided to speak up again, her inhibitions slightly loosened

"Now, if I recall correctly, I owe some people drinks. So, Temujin, Elin and big bull guy, what do you guys drink? A personal favorite of mine is whisky, though I don't know why. Huh." She leaned back, hands behind her head, and waited for their answer.

"What in the hell am I doing?" Elin found herself quietly asking herself as she followed the people she had literally just met with a blind trust. She turned to Reon and tugged on his hand. "Give me my bag. I'll feel a whole lot better about this whole thing. Reon chuckled and patted his human friend on the top of the head. "Ha ha ha! We'll be fine, Elin. Nobody is going to try to do anything in a public place but just in case Cylandus and Markus will hang around outside. I'll be with you and these people seem genuine enough." Elin swatted at Reon's hand. "I know we'll be fine!" She exclaimed, weakly trying to keep it still hushed. "I'll just feel better if I have my bag!" Reon gave in and handed Elin her black messanger bag, which she happily flung over her shoulder, treating the torn and rotten thing as some designer purse. What made it so valuable to Elin was the contents inside the bag, which included but not limited to: her gun, a few fragmentation grenades, and a variety of home-made items that served a variety of purposes. Having that under her arm was definitely reassurance.

The Green Oasis was about as unremarkable as Marcos Xin's, only for different reasons. The primary reason was that Elin hated that "higher end" atmosphere places generated. Elin didn't like to dress up to standards and especially didn't like following those unwritten rules on courtesies and rules, like those you find in higher end society. Elin followed that buffoon, Temujiin, in and sure enough the place was exactly what Elin had feared. Pomposity and upscale dress. Elin immediately felt out of place, seeing as she was the only one in there wearing street clothes other than Reon. Nervously she kept close to Reon as he casually strolled along, unmoved by the judging, disgusted stares of the wealthy. The man they were looking for had removed his cloak and mask in favor of somewhat traditional military uniform. Elin couldn't find the words to speak so she let her very loosely known associates talk for her. Reon, too, sat in silence.

Silus watched as Temujin and the others entered the cantina and made their way to him. He gave a half grin as the man pointed out Silus. "Yes, Yes I did promise you a drink so I'll get the first round." he said with a small sigh making a gesture for them to sit down.

 As they did he looked at Kintya to address her comments. "Well, I took in a nice bounty a few days ago, and I am not exactly hurting for money right now. And even if I did want the cash there were much bigger targets in the area, the big guy there has almost double your bounty and the little lady you guys brought along is up at 10k" He informed the group while resting his hand on his pistol but not making any aggressive moves. "As for the drinks they will bt my treat, you don't owe me anything just say its me paying you for the entertainment earlier." He added his voice seemingly nice as he wore a fake smile.

 He then turned his attention to Elin, "And you, I don't exactly remember inviting you and your guards to this little get together, but I guess it will be fine as long as you don't cause trouble. Just know I am not here for any of your bounties tonight, but if you try something I would be more than happy to do so." He warned his voice going cold. 
 
 But Silus quickly reverted to a happier voice after taking a drink from his mug. "Now drink up and be merry, I do have some business to talk about, but that can wait." He said clinking his mug against Temujin's and continuing to drink.

"Ha!" Elin quickly retorted. "Don't sound so sure of yourself. I've dealt with plenty of fellows who could talk big like you, and yet, I'm still here." Elin scooted into the booth seat. "Besides, I came by the request of that lug over there. Temujin " Elin shifted uncomfortably as she tried to make room for Reon. "Excellent venue, dude. I'm sure all of us are just blending right in." Elin said with a very sarcastic tone. She was quick to grab her drink and take a gulp. A little alcohol would lighten her nerves a bit. 

The Mongol-Kadesan gave a toothy smile to Elin as she explained the reason for her attendance. "And I thank you for coming!" He said whole-heartedly, shrugging off her insults. "A woman who tames a Torro is a powerful woman indeed! You are armed with the most peculiar entourage." He paused, taking note of her other two body guards waiting outside. "Is that all of your company? Or is the robot and the wiry Kin'eko'chi that have followed us since the altercation, associates of some one else?" Temujin asked, glancing at everyone around the table. 

His attention on the topic immediately dwindled as he smiled approvingly at Kintya, who had pounded her drink. "Ah! You thirst like a Mongol-Kadesan!" He applauded. "Were you on my planet and shone such skill, the suitors would be all over you!" He chuckled. His mood had been very easy going up until the blue woman asked what his favorite drink was. The Mongol-Kadesan put up his index finger, gesturing for her to hold that thought as he turned back to Silus. 

"Before I drink this, I must say..." Temujin cleared his throat and shifted to a more serious tone. "Of all the bounty hunters on this wretchedly beautiful sand ball, you are among the very few who keep their word. Know that such a display of honor must be commemorated by the drink of my people." His eyes stared deeply into the swirling orange pool in his mug, entranced by memories long past. "Zandilla... is named after the deity of truth in my culture." He finally spoke. "Today, this brew is a commercially distributed product, but it once was exclusively served for the finest of traditions on Kadesa: the celebration of life, death, and love." For a moment the table was silent as Temujin closed his eyes and whispered grateful thanks to his gods. Then, it was as if a switch flipped back on in Temujin, for his somber demeanor quickly shifted back to his usual self. "And since I am neither killing, nor marrying any of you oafs, we drink to life!!!!" 

Temujin's mug, which was more like a cooking pot, clanked Silus', then clanked everyone else's, and before anyone spoke another word, its Zandilla innards had vanished from sight. 

"That hits the spot!" Temujin purred, salivating the brew's cinnamon agave aftertaste. He turned to Kintya. "I will try whatever whiskey you have! Next round is on me!" 

Kintya listened to Temujin's speech, and sat there, perfectly quiet and wondering. So, he had some issues too? It wasn't a rare occurrence on Tryliin, since half the people here are trying to outrun their past, but it still felt bizarre for someone who seemed as cheerful as Temujin to be suddenly morose like this. It got her to thinking of Outpost 32... No, not here. Now was not the time to show weakness. While Temujin seemed friendly enough, and Elin just a little bit pissy about earlier today but still a nice person (if a little worried from time to time), Kintya was still sitting at a table with a renowned bounty hunter. She'd heard stories and rumors: Burned Black Ops, never fails to find his target... She needed to be strong. Kintya suddenly noticed Temujin spirits pick up, and smiled, raising an eyebrow and taking the credits she gave to Silus. She pushed them into the middle, added some more, and spoke: "I owe you, Temujin. As I owe you, Elin and bull man. You guys probably saved my life today. We all know what these corrupt cops do to prisoners in Detention Hall. And Silus... You're welcome to join in, if you like." Kintya paused, and observed everyone at the table. "Any of you ladies done shots before?"

Kintya ordered a bottle of whiskey, as well as five shot glasses, and waited, folding her arms and listening to the various conversations everyone was having. Sure, it was pretty much all her credits gone (save enough to get a room at a motel later that night and a snack), but it wouldn't matter. She had a lot of trinkets to sell at the markets, and would make more than enough to fund her next trip in the wastes. That reminded her: The disappearing settlements. What the hell was going on? She was tempted to do a little snooping around after she left Oasis. Was it linked to what happened at 32? Perhaps. Though 32 was burned to the ground, and the other settlements were just empty. Whatever the cause, it was bad news for the incoming colony ships, all eager to work out what makes Tryliin tick.

After some more conversation, the bottle arrived, a knock-off blend made in the breweries of Oasis's lower levels, but would do the job nicely. She took the cork off the bottle, poured herself a shot, and swished the bottle around to everyone, smirking. "So, who's in?"

"Listen lug, I have no idea what you are talking about. Robot and the Kin-nee-chi-wah? I've never seen them in my life." She took a long hard glare at both of them before her attention drifted back towards her drinking 'companions'. She hardly paid attention to the comment about the bounty hunter's "honor". She heard enough to know that the big guy trusted him, for whatever reason. Then the big guy was doing something religious or something, while not religious herself, Elin could at least pipe up and offer the man his peace. The moment was short and sweet, thankfully. Now Kintya wanted to offer her words. "Yea, yea blue. Glad to help. Yadda yadda yadda." Elin wasn't one for that many touchy-feely moments. She was one for free booze, though. 

"Pffft! I'll drink you under the table blue!" With that, Elin grabbed her glass and poured herself a shot, too. She didn't wait for everybody else and took it down immediately, quickly coming back ready for another one. Reon snorted. "Admirable statement, Elin, but I don't believe you'll be winning this one." He devilishly smiled right before filling up a glass of his own.

Some time passed and the drinking continued while Silus watched and gauged the group. And before anyone got to seriously drunk Silus decided it was time. "So before this goes to far and none of us remembers anything, I think it is time to get down to business." He said while reaching into his coat and pulling out the bounty sheet he had torn down earlier. He placed the sheet on the table and unraveled it holding the corners with a few of the mugs from the table.

 "This man, Gaingun Mordan, is who I have decided to make my next target. And I am here asking for a bit of help. of course I will split the reward with anyone who decides to come along." Silus started with a smirk on his face knowing the 100k reward would pull a lot of intrest. "Now before you call me crazy or an Idiot, I know he is the leader of the Veestigu Saints and I know he uses a heavily fortified mansion as a base of operations. But I have a plan, another group of Bounty Hunters are planning to take this Mordan's life as well, but they are Idiots and are planning to rush the Mansion in a frontal charge. We can use that to our advantage, while the gang sends its thugs to deal with the heavily armed Bounty Hunters in the front, we strike from behind and take the bounty from right underneath them. Now this doesn't mean that our path will be easy, once inside who knows how many thugs will be stationed to secure the mansion, and we won't know how long we have until the Idiots break through or are finished off, and even when we get to Mordan he probably won't come willingly. But good thing is this bounty wants him dead so we don't have to take that precaution." He continued giving a bit of a break down of his plan thinking it out a bit as he spoke.

 "Now this won't be an easy job so I will be fair anyone who accepts will get full shares and if you don't decide to come along I will let you walk away, but if you tip off Mordan or his men, I swear you wont wake up the next morning." Silus finished his voice going cold and serious at the end. "Now with that all said and done, You have until tomorrow to decide If you are in meet me in the abandoned apartment buildings a block away from the mansion at sundown." Silus said a smirk returning to his face as he got up and grabbed his bag. "Now have a good night everyone, I hope to see you tomorrow." He said as he waved and walked over to the bar to pay his part of the tab before leaving the Green Oasis and returning to his apartment for the night.