driftfleet | .04 Scars are just places where I used to bleed

Who: Rogue
Broadcast: Text
Action: A corner table in Varrick’s bar on the Iskaulit
When: January 17th

[Around 10 this morning as time is measured, this text goes live across the network, the numbers set to anonymous:]

**Wanted** Pilot with a pilot augment willing to risk a little trouble. If interested, interviews will be held at the Space Bar from approximately 3-6 today. Compensation for time and trouble to be negotiated.

Action
[Rogue sits with her back to the wall with a decent view of the door. She’d asked the bartender to inform anyone who came in and inquired about interviews to point them in her direction, and Nami had graciously agreed. This had been in her mind to determine for a while, but Loki's disappearance had just given her the proper motivation to try it. There is a determined set to her shoulders even as she tries to relax and nurse her drink. This would be what her friends would call reckless if they were feeling kind about things, which would be why she didn't plan on telling them.

...Ugh, waiting for interviews was not the best. Maybe she should have brought a book. She pages absently through her communicator instead.]

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[ Ahsoka isn't normally the sort to seek out trouble-- or so she'd like to think. Trouble just finds her! Usually.

But this is definitely a case of seeking out trouble on purpose. She can't deny that. Normally she'd steer well clear, but in this scenario... "trouble" might align with her own plans. She doesn't know. She'd have to attend the interview to find out. ]

Hey. You're the one who posted the ad for a pilot, right?

[ She recognises Rogue, vaguely. They've talked once before. Not enough to be familiar, though. ]

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[And indeed, Ahsoka is kind of memorable for a normal earth girl such as Rogue. She nods in response to her question.]

Sure am.

[A gesture to the seat across the table.] Have a seat.

[Ahsoka nods and sits.]

So, what's the job?

[Straight down to business. She doesn't waste time.]

[A quality Rogue appreciates.]

Just somethin' they keep tellin' us is impossible. I wanna see if we can get on the Marsiva. [A shrug.]

... Oh. I already tried that.

Do you have some kind of... I don't know, special ability or idea or something, other than randomly fly at it?

[Rogue does not appear put off by this. Her features set with focus, in fact.]

I might. It ain't preferable, but it could work. [That much honesty due to someone she'd consider working with.] What happened when ya tried ta access it?