First came the Catalyst a ship as big as a small planet, every planet from all around flocked to it as a hub for trading, and to hire mercenaries to do their dirty work. The Upper levels are filled with street vendors, smell of food, bustling ships, and laughter, as if nothing else in the Galaxy mattered. The lower levels was quite the opposite, it was filled with thug's, gang's, gambling, and beggars on every corner. This is where everyone came when dirty work had to be done.
Durin Asuji woke up from his ship's alarm blaring into his ears. He dropped his feet on the floor stretching as he did so, a long yawn spewed out. He looked over at his console for his ship's systems and threw a datapad at it making it spark and shut off. Durin ran his gristles hands through his hair, scratching the back of his neck "God, what I'd kill to just get enough credits for some biotic's."
Durin was a mercenary down on his luck, every planet wanted armies and not single soldiers to prepare for what he had wished. An all out Galactic war, whoever controlled the Catalyst controlled the Galaxy and currently it was ran by the three big Corps of the system The Jiseks, The Chosen Order, and the feared Ravager's.
Durin slowly gripped his ships hull next to his bunk and breezily got up. He slugged down the corridor to find a woman sitting in the cockpit. Durin squinted and called out "Who the hell are you!" He thought to himself was he really slipping that much he let a little woman like her sneak onto his ship without him noticing. The small frame of the woman rotated the pilot chair coming face to face with himself.
She had a figure that of a goddess he wasn't sure if it was the drink's he had last night or his morning hatred, but he left the cockpit to go to mess hall on his ship before she could answer. She sat there quietly thinking to herself did this man just ask the burst out. "My name is Jasmin Koria from Latherian Corps." Jasmin put her hands on her hips as she looked him walking away.
Durin could care less who it was all he could think about was food and aspirin. "I don't much care where you're from, I just want you off my ship." Durin replied.
"That's saying much" Jasmin conveyed at him while she followed him into the mess hall "This place has seen better days." As she kicked around trash scattered throughout the ship where she walked.
Durin paid no attention to her about his precious ship. He walked over and grabbed some dry rations and aspirin and took them and started eating. "Fine." Durin said "What's the job." Knowing she was from a lowly Corps they couldn't be offering much.
Jasmin leaned against the table while peering at him across from where she stood "Your Durin Asuji correct, the famed mercenary from Boltic Pass?"
Durin mid bite stopped eating his rations, placing them down on the tray he scooted it away from him and folded his arms. "So what if I am, that was a long time ago, I try to forget old memories."
She half smirked at him.
"Boy do I have a job for the famed man from the Pass." Jasmin said smirkingly almost feeling accomplished by getting under his skin so early into them meeting.
Durin looked down with a long sigh "Who's the target."