<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4NuEpH7.jpg?1)(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bd/6a/0f/bd6a0fa70e332d76bff951c68fdf39bd--halo-game-halo-cosplay.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Tyron Bronwell Ordo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277640.msg13643522#msg13643522)<br/><br/><strong>Species:</strong> Kiffar<br/><br/><strong>Profession:</strong> Bounty Hunter | Fixer | Smuggler<br/><br/><strong>Location|Date:</strong>  Day-145/3BBY - Approach to Smuggler's Run &gt; <br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> AJ, Yig, Therion, Pirate Captain</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Music blared over the Basilisk's speakers, and Ty's foot tapped in rhythm with the beat. The deep, thudding bass was in stark contrast to the calm, bluish-white tunnel of Hyperspace he'd been flying through for the past four days. Just under the dinn of the song, you could hear a high-pitched, annoying squealing coming from the brig. And if one were to take a look, they'd see a pair of Gamorrean brothers were slamming their fists and foreheads against the energy field in vain. He was playing the music so he didn't have to hear their mouths during the whole damn trip. When one of them somehow found a way to be even louder than his music on it's highest setting, he sighed and pushed out of the Captain's chair.<br/><br/> His footsteps thudded heavily throughout the ship until he stood face to face with the brothers. The only thing that separated them was a ray shield. "Hey. I had to go all the way to Corellia to scoop you two up. That's about as far as you can go from Smuggler's Run to the Inner Rim. So for all that work, that means I've <em>earned</em> some piece and quiet on this return trip." He knew they could understand him, just like he could understand their piggy language. But they kept on jawing. "My point is this. You're already in my brig. I won. So either A, cooperate and be quiet until I can collect your bounties, or two...I freeze you both in Carbonite. It'll be up to Frask whether he wants to thaw you out or now." The pair quieted down, and he nodded.<br/><br/> "I knew you'd see reason," he said with a grin before turning on his heel and heading back to the cockpit. Twenty minutes later, the navicomputer beeped, informing him they'd be dropping out of Hyperspace soon. He took back manual control and dropped, turning the blank void around them into the familiar black expanse littered with space rocks and gas. "Smuggler's Run, this is Basilisk on approach to my mirth. Sending landing codes." He hit a button and the data transferred. A few seconds later he got confirmation to land, so he took her in. After landing, he left his prisoners where they were and headed off the ship. <br/><br/>As soon as the hangar closed, the ship's security systems engaged and several hidden blaster cannon ports were set to standby. "Frask," came his deep voice over his comm. "Just made it back to the Run today. I've got the Schleem brothers in my brig. I'll transfer you the security codes for my ship and the password for the brig once you wire me the creds." He waited, and waited, and not twenty seconds later, a stream of numbers went across his helmet's internal HUD. "Payment received, here's the codes. Remember to lock up when you're done," he joked. <br/><br/>Then he signed off and kept walking. With a bunch more zeroes in his account, he decided he could use a drink after a quick stop through the market. He whistled a low tune as he entered the marketplace. He walked slowly without a care in the world, one hand hanging at his side while the other flipped a coin across the fingers. He turned toward different stalls on his walk, zooming in to peruse from afar so he'd know if he wanted to buy before he engaged the merchant. <br/><br/>He didn't see much today, and figured maybe the later batch would catch his eye. For now though, he'd settle for a few drinks. On his way to a cantina, a chill ran down his spine. Like when you go to the kitchen for a late night snack and someone's left the balcony door open. Just enough to notice the difference from the normal. It wasn't a disturbance in the Force so much as a smudged spot. He followed it to...Therion. <em>Therion Altier...what are you doing here?</em> <br/><br/>His words echoed in his head as he wondered, but then he saw red skin and immediately realized he was with AJ. Walking closer, Tyron activated the directional mics in his helmet and looked at the conversation between the two and the pirates. He caught just enough to know Therion was playing bodyguard. Was it out of the kindness of his heart? He chuckled; maybe the dark was starting to fade a bit. Still, a bit of backup for the backup never hurt; even if it was Therion of all people. He continued to whistle, as he sauntered over to the group. He pocketed his coin and let his hands rest on the grips of his blasters, not holding them, but just resting. <br/><br/>He finally stopped walking when he stood a few feet to the left of the Ex-Hand, and a bit behind AJ. "Sorry I'm late, <acronym title="Boss/Leader/Captain, etc...">Alor</acronym>," he punctuated with a barely noticeable nod of his head, causing the dull gleam of his helmet's visor to bring attention to the bone white skull carved into it. Even though it was one word, the helmet mixed with the mando'a would tell those pirates who he was. And now knowing AJ had Tyron Ordo and Therion Altier at her back, any negotiation would definitely work out in her favor. Or it wouldn't...and then those two would do a little, back and forth until the parties could agree to terms. "I had to wait around for that delivery. It's all handled now though." Once he was done talking, he made sure the pirate Captain noticed he was looking directly at him.<br/></span>