The sun rose on a beautiful vista, as it rose everyday on this little patch of paradise…
A blood curdling scream broke the serene calm, emenating from one very angry mercenary. Fists pounded on a terminal displaying a list of accounts.
Order failed: Insufficient funds for payment. Account 1 : 0<:credit:896304233937260574> Account 2 : 0<:credit:896304233937260574> Coffee account : - 900<:credit:896304233937260574> Explosives transport recertification account: -100,679 <:credit:896304233937260574> Overdraft denied.
Frantic swipping and refreshing the window did nothing to change the numbers. He had to face the truth. Titius Osseus was BROKE.
Unsatisfied with simply earning a few credits and learning from his mistakes, Titius decided he would rather get rich quick. So he sent out messages to a few contacts that he believed could help him.
To his own Quaestrix, Nora Olen, he sent a message begrudgingly seeking a small loan for the seventh time this rotation.
Without awaiting a response, he reached out to one Tahiri, hoping he still had some favour since his fall from his own Quaestor reign. “..just a tiny loan or you can stretch your legs on an adventure with at least one familiar face.”
On a long shot, Titius thought to even try Furios, a clan title bearer known for his distaste of idiots and equal fondness for heavy inebriation. “Ill find you some nice slosh at a decent price?”
And then there was the Plan D. General Zxyl Bes'uliik, Breaker of Bones known to many as the Iron Beast. If plan A through C failed to raise funds, Titius would use what he knew best. CRIME “Leave the forge, return with whatever you find and no questions asked, OK? It will be like that um… adventure we had but with less artifacts needing careful study.”
Titius left the terminal and began pacing restlessly.
Tahiri saw a message from Titius while she was reading a few recent intelligence reports in her office. Quickly bookmarking where she had left off in the report, she tapped on message, opening it up to read, and to see what Titius was contacting her about. She hadn’t spoken to him in a bit, so this was a bit out of the blue.
A smile spread across her face as she read the message, instantly wondering if he was out of coffee, again. She’d be happy to give him a loan or even get the coffee blend she had gifted him that came from Shili. But then she growled, remembering that the growing season for the beans had only just started and whatever supply from the cycle before that most vendors had was going to be at least triple the prices, if not more depending on demand, and that even her own personal coffee stash was low atm.
Looking at the stack of at least half dozen reports to go through still, she half considered calling a favor from her brother to help her former Quaestor in crime. However, the thought of her cocky brother having to survive Titius with withdrawals most likely, meant that her niece would most likely be visiting him in the med center by the end the adventure. So instead, she tapped a couple of keys on her desk console and asked the hanger bay crew to have her ship fueled and ready to go within the hour.
“Titius, I sure hope you know what you’re doing,” musing to herself as she chuckled and shook her head. Before preparing to tackle a few more reports before leaving, the Elder sent a quick reply to make sure he knew that she was on her way, “What’s the fun of just sending you credits, when an adventure is much more fun! I’ll bring a bit of my blend with me, to start the adventure off right ;)”
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As a serene sunrise greeted most of Aliso, Titius greeted his latest bout of withdrawal. The promised caf from Tahiri had yet to appear along with deathly silence to his other inquiries.
Opening a terminal, the Magistrate continued drafting a plan, frequently erasing lines gone squiggly from the tremors in his hands.
I hope someone responds soon
It was settled then. Titius had a smaller cohort than he had hoped but a quality one nonetheless. A bare smirk lit Titius’ visage, projecting less amusement more highlighting the ever present instability murmuring skin deep.
Meet me on Aliso. Neither of you are going to like this idea but it will be best bang for the effort.
Furios grumbled at Titius’ response.
In a locker room on the Raider II-class corvette Geirskogul, a datapad sitting on a towel chimed slowly and steadily to indicate a new message. After a few moments, the sound of the shower ceased, followed by the wet footfalls of the device’s owner. Taking a moment to dry his hands, Furios Morega picked up the device and pulled up the message. The Epicanthix di Plagia chuckled at the words displayed on the small screen. Titius had run out of credits again and was looking for handouts.
Though the Sith normally earned his credits the old fashioned way, by taking on the variety of opportunities that Clan Plagueis and the Brotherhood as a whole offered, he had recently salvaged the capital ship he was standing on and needed funds to refurbish the vessel. The idea of Titius buckling down and earning cash the same way was just laughable in comparison, probably the reason he was reaching out to Furios while knowing full well that he wasn’t going to be handed any. At the same time, normal methods would take longer than the di Plagia cared to wait. Perhaps there was some venture that he could undertake with the more desperate Plagueian. “How about we raid a coffee plantation instead? Or maybe just rob a bank?”
“Nice slosh at a decent price…” The promise of good booze for credits was even more ridiculous to the Epicanthix than the request for money itself. He made a note to send the broke mercenary a bottle of vodka from the Korada Chalice Distillery to mock his pathetic offering. It’s not like Titius could find anything better suited to Furios’ tastes on this side of the galaxy. He’d checked… thoroughly.