#Miner'sRespite – December 26, 2015

Jason is seated atop a barstool, staring into a datapad. Dressed in a pair of black fatigues, matching boots and a long-sleeved white shirt, he idly reaches over and drags his nearby glass closer. He doesn't appear to be paying too much mind to anything around him, caught up in his work. Or cat videos. Probably work, though. (It's totally cat videos)

Gren thumps into the bar in a rather classic Krogan fashion. His piercing gaze scans around the bar and, upon settling on Jason, grunts once. He crosses the room rather audibly, his sight set on the man watching the cat videos. (But he doesn't know that.)

Jason continues to swipe across his screen, a slight smirk crossing his lips as he brings his drink up for a sip. Not expecting any company, he pays no mind to the approaching krogan and continues about his totally-not-cat-video business.

Gren brings himself to a stop beside Jason, glaring at the man in fatigues. "You're Wolfe, right? Of Redrock?" He asks, folding his arms across his chest. He frowns as he glances at the content of Jason's datapad.

Jason winces at the sound of the krogan's voice uttering his name. 'Greeeeat. What now?' he thinks to himself as he sets the datapad down on the counter, using it to push his drink aside. "Unfortunately." he says, flashing a grin as he glances up at Gren. "And you are....?"

Gren sizes up the puny human, glowering at him. "Gren," he utters simply, scratching at the deep scar on his face. "You lookin' for work?" He asks, cutting straight to the chase.

Va'ynna descends the stairway, wearing her navy blue jacket over the dark-gray dress with green trims; a purse slung over her shoulder. She casts a few glances around as she does, and notice Jason. Seeing him talking with a krogan, however, makes her instead sit down at the booth nearest the stairs, enabling her omni-tool to look busy.

Jason straightens up a bit in his seat at the mention of work. "Uhhh, yeah...?" he begins, caught a bit off guard. "I mean, depends on what it is." He reaches over and turns off his datapad, pushing it further off to the side, "Just-... catching up on a bit of work. Nothing important. You're more than welcome to take a seat and run it by me." He gestures towards the stool beside him.

Gren grunts. "Here's fine." He drops himself onto a stool unceremoniously, not taking his gaze of Jason. "My employer," he begins, resting his arm against the counter. "Is looking for a team, no more than six including a pilot and a ship, to take care of a small smuggling outfit." He falls silent and watches Jason reaction. To the Krogan, it doesn't really matter

Jason lowers his gaze for a few moments. "Smuggling?" he repeats, "I'm afraid I'd need a few more details than that. We're a small operation with minimal transport. We've recently been reduced to a single Kodiak, not particularly the best option for 'smuggling'." It was the sort of thing he would usually have outright turned down, but with the current state of Redrock and Vicky's ship

Gren blinks. "I think you got the wrong context of 'take care'," he says with a growl.

Jason raises his eyebrows, a smirk crossing his lips. "Ahhh. That's more like it." he says, easing up slightly. He takes a quick sip of his drink before continuing, "So. What did these folks do to get on your 'employers' bad side?" he asks, attempting to prod for some details.

Gren grins. He might start to like this human if he keeps up that attitude. "They deal in an illegal commodity that my employer strongly disapproves of." He scratches at the scar again. "Slaves. These smugglers are the middle men for a slaving operation between pirates and raiders. Scum of the galaxy," he growls dangerously.

Va'ynna glances over at the two at the bar after overhearing some of their conversation, but quickly returns her attention to the omni-tool in front of her.

Jason frowns and gives a quick shake of his head. "Seems like Aite has no shortage of slavers." he sighs, "Just broke up an operation not too far outside of town a few months back. Color me interested. This is right up our alley, so I'm sure we can work something out. How about you send your contact info and I'll get back to you with a time and date for a meeting once I've spoken with

Gren glances to the side, watching the door with one eye, the other looking at Jason. "Problem with that," he grunts. "I need the team by mid-morning of the 31st. So in two days. And my employer is rather paranoid, so further details will be given only if you accept the contract and on the day I just stated." He pauses for a moment then refocuses both eyes on

Jason gives a short chuckle. "Details only if we accept? Yeeeah. Sorry, buddy. Not about to let my team become the fall guys for someone elses suicide mission. Especially not for 18K a head." He puts a hand up, palm outward, "No disrespect intended. I'm just not about to commit to something that I can't guarantee my team will come back from. Talk to your boss. Let him know that if

Gren frowns, glowering at Jason for a few pregnant moments. Krogan Death Stare! Eventually, he pulls out his datapad and taps on it as he sends a message. He places it back on his belt and resumes just staring at Jason. Silently. He doesn't even blink. Then, "How good are your mercs?"

Jason 's grin widens. Close proximity with Garr for long lengths of time has made him mostly immune to the powers of the mighty 'Krogan Death Stare' (KDStm). "Best on Aite." he says, as if it should be obvious.

Gren scratches the scar without breaking his stare.

Jason snorts and gives another shrug. "Been doing this for a long time and I'm still in one piece." He absently reaches across with his right hand and rubs at his left wrist, "....Mostly. I'd say that's better than most."

Gren grunts. "Suppose you have a point there," he admits. His omni-tool beeps and he glances at it. "Location will be provided on the 31st. Nothing I can do about that. Numbers... A dozen or so. Hardware is pretty standard. Avengers, Predators... Possibility of something with a bit more punch. I'd say a grenade launcher." He closes the omni-tool down and looks

Jason nods to himself a few times. "Makes sense." he muses, "Like I said, I'll have to run it by my partner before I can guarantee our involvement. Shoot your contact info this way and I can try and get back to you by tonight. That work?"

Gren nods once and reactivates his omni-tool, passing along his contact information to Jason. "That works. As I said, the sooner the better." Once the info is sent, he leans against the counter. "One more thing. I'll be tagging along. You'll answer to me and I answer to my boss. That sound fair?"

Jason removes his omni-tool from his pants pocket and begins poking at it to make sure he receives the info. After returning the omni-tool to his pocket, he gives a nod. "Keep both of our interests in mind and it shouldn't be a problem. Just don't expect me to put my team into undue danger. We'll get the job done, but we're not going to be anyone's lamb for slaughter." he says, doing

Gren chuckles. "If your mercs are as good as you say, then this will be a piece of piss." He stands, towering over Jason. He fishes out a credit chit and drops it on the counter. "Have a drink on me, Wolfe. See ya around." He starts to make his way out.

Va'ynna watches the krogan leave before turning to see if Jason is also leaving.

Jason gives the krogan a nod. "I'll be in touch." he says, scooping up the credit chit and returning his attention to his drink. Once the krogan is out of earshot, he lets out a slight sigh.

Va'ynna turns off her omni-tool and stands up when the krogan has barely stepped outside. She walks over to Jason and takes the seat beside him without asking. "Hey," she says. She looks a bit nervous.

Jason gives a glance at the new arrival, a wide smirk returning to his face. "Hey V!" he says, turning atop his stool to face her, "What's up? How you been?"

Va'ynna gives a small smile. "I've been fine," she says. "I... was just about to go see you at your office."

Jason raises an eyebrow as he takes another sip of his drink. "Oh?" he asks, "Is..... everything alright?" he asks, "I mean, you're always welcome over at the office just-... A bit out of the way for a social call, ain't it?"

Va'ynna tilts her head. "You... owed me a tour, didn't you?" she says, then sighs. "And... yeah, I needed to talk to you." She looks thoughtful for a moment, but doesn't elaborate just yet.

Jason 's eyes widen slightly as he recalls his promise of a tour. "Oh... Oh! Right! Yeah, no problem. I was about to cut out of here soon anyway." He tosses back the last bit of his drink, grimacing a bit as it burns his throat, "You have a shuttle on the way...?"

Va'ynna shakes her head. "I did, but... I called it off when I saw you were here," she says. "I... can call a new one." She enables her omni-tool again, which resumes to showing 2 apartment listings side by side.

Jason gives a nod. "Sounds good to me. So... What'd you need to talk to me about?" he asks, cocking his head to the side. He doesn't pay much mind to her omni-tool, not wanting to be a snoop.

Va'ynna frowns. "It's... my mother," she says, keeping her voice low. "I... lied to her about the security footage, and... she found out." She starts typing on her omni-tool to order a shuttle.

Jason winces and brings a hand up to his forehead. "Shit... With everything else that's been going on and getting the office in order it completely slipped my mind..." He sighs and gives a shake of his head as he brings his hand back down to his side. "Can you send the footage my way for now? We can't have your mother doing anything drastic. Especially if we can't even be sure it's

Va'ynna nods and digs into her purse, taking a good ten seconds before she takes out a small portable data-storage device - the one she lost on the floor at the store before minutes bringing this up -, and puts it on the bar counter. "I... don't know, either," she says. "She's... weird, but still... I wouldn't expect that." She glances at the device. "It's from when she returned here the same morning."

Jason gives a couple nods. "I don't see why she'd steal someone's car." he adds. He gives a nod to the data storage, "So how exactly does that connect her to the car, anyway? Does your mother have some footage? Did she just see it? How far from the thief was she?" he begins rattling off questions, "Last thing we need is everyone getting riled up over a case of mistaken identity."

Jason frowns and returns his gaze to Va'ynna. "Sorry, V. I'm not trying to put you in an awkward situation. If it was T'Iavay, you know I'll make sure your mother is reimbursed. I just want the facts before we allow everyone to run around accusing each other, you know?" He sighs and glances back at the door, "She's been working on the security systems over at the office. I'm not

Va'ynna nods. "I... know, but... my mother sounded stressed out, saying they keep asking for more credits," she says. "I... I don't want anything bad to happen to her just because... I didn't help her." She disables her omni-tool, as it's been on since when she requested a shuttle.

Va'ynna thinks for a moment. "I... I don't know." she says, looking like she's on the verge of tears. "I... don't want to be in the middle of this any more, and... and I can't go to her now that she found out I lied." She pauses. "Can... you tell her?"

Jason clasps a hand onto Va'ynna's shoulder and gives it a squeeze. "Yeah, of course." he says with a nod, "I'll ask her to come into the office tomorrow so I can discuss this whole cluster-fuck with her. That sound alright?" he asks. "Gives me time to hear T'Iavay's side of the story. I just don't want this to get any more complicated than it needs to be."

Va'ynna nods. "Thank you," she says before wiping the moisture under her eyes with the back of a finger. "If you judge her... not guilty, please... still help my mother out of this. Offer her... work or something."

Jason bites his lower lip for a few moments before nodding once more. "I'll do whatever I can, V. We'll figure this out, don't worry."

Va'ynna hears her omni-tool beep and moves her hand to quickly mute it. "Thank you," she repeats, a smile finaly showing up. "It looks like our shuttle is here, so... we should get going."

Jason gives a nod and slides the krogan's credit chit across the counter before scooping up his datapad. "Sounds good. Onto more positive things, the office is coming along pretty great!" he boasts, "Hopefully nobody decides to huff and puff and blow our house down this time..."

Va'ynna stands up. "My mother won't do that... I think," she jokes.