A Wretched Hive

The Barabel gesticulates aggressively at Carlos, hissing at him nastily in a language he doesn't understand, drawing the glances of many around the waiting room.

Carlos mutters, ''Rude, Ugly Bastard aren't you..'' then continues talking to him loudly and slowly emphasising syllables. ''O K, NO PROB..LEM. I'LL JUST GO OVER HERE..HEEE..ERR'' Carlos sits down next to Jaina and leans over, he's charming...or she, can't really tell. ''Annnyways, If I find us a job on this station, do i get a larger cut? If not that does seem awfully unfair, don't ya think.'' ''Oh, pimp my Spride, love that show''

Jaina looks up "As I said, you are on probation, if you act above the level of a cleaner, you will get paid at that level. If you pass your period you will get a full cut, as befits your rank, just like Psycho. If you find a job that we end up taking, that would earn you a percentage of the profits because at that point you will actually be making a tangible contribution to this organisation." She looks at him curiously for a second "Why? What do you have in mind?"

He ponders for a moment. "not sure really. That barbel mentioned something, I overhead it. Shipment of weapons up for grabs . I heard a location. Maybe it's not the thing you'd be interested in tho."

"We have weapons, unless these are special I'd rather not go stealing other people's jobs. You'll have to get me something better than that I'm afraid." Jaina's sad smile actually seems sincere - as though she wants him to succeed - for the first time since he has met her she actually seems friendly.

Carlos nods. ''Don't expect you to be stealing another person job, seems like that would be against a code, unless it pays too well. All I know is what I hear and the vibes i'm getting, i heard high-tech blasters and lost. If something is lost, then if we happen to find it first, it ain't stealing a job right.'' Carlos looks questioningly at Jaina wondering if he said the right thing or not.

Jaina sits up. "High-tech blasters? That is something more interesting. Might be worth treading on some toes after all." She stares at a spot on the wall, thinking deeply. "See what you can find out."

Carlos nods, ''I'll try, but I don't think he's very cooperative.'' Carlos gets up again and heads over to the Barbal. ''Sorry, think we got off the wrong foot, I hate to make enemies, not a good Idea on this rock, and I don't wanna leave here worse for ware.'' He continues rambling on ''It's just my wife is a bit of a ball buster, I'm trying to get some work, I got a ship, she's fast, can go anywhere, our crew is good, skilled and efficient, top of the line sensors, we're haulers, transporters. And, ofcourse not too shy of breaking a few bones when needed, if you know what I mean'' The Barbel snarls, Carlos laughs. ''You do, anyway, It's hard, we got the perfect set-up, but jobs are just hard to come by, guess it's why I'm here, lookin for work.'' He shrugs. ''Hell, I'm so desperate, I'd even be willing to take a small cut, on some big job, just to get us started you know.'' His hand sort of waves subtlety in front of at his side, his fingers outstretched making a circle motion as if he's trying to make this Barbel come over to his way of thinking using some subtle psychology, or in fact, if he was a force user just manipulating him.

Meanwhile, Psycho emits a brief snort of laughter at the appearance of the droid's umbrella, then motions a casual salute to the droid, aware she has been outclassed. She briefly considers going over to the droid to ask where it had got the (presumably non-factory-standard) umbrella mod, but at that moment a loud outburst of hissing from the other side of the room draws her attention. Looks like Carlo's gone and made himself another friend, at this rate he'll get himself killed by lunchtime, she thinks to herself, smiling at the thought. She watches with interest as he retreats from the irked alien, exchanges a couple of sentences with Jaina, and then... this guy doesn't learn, does he? ... goes back and starts talking with - or rather at - the Barabel again. I might not be the only one missing an arm if he carries on like this! Just wish I had some popcorn...