Senka - open
Dec. 6th, 2019 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
o2gone "You're early."
It's said mildly. Most criminals are late, regardless of how professional they claim to be. The meeting is being held in a bar, which Senka feels is a little on the nose. And like most bars, their coffee is terrible. Entirely too bitter. She drinks it regardless, frowning at her company over the rim of the mug. She takes her coffee with milk and a shot of whiskey, no sugar. It's how she likes things: orderly, controlled. Entirely on her terms.
This meeting is different. She's in a crowd, though it's early enough in the day that most of the hardened types are still sleeping off the previous night, and she's left her brothers behind to guard the latest haul. A risk, in this line of work. Senka's built herself a reputation for being reliable, on-time, and brutal when brutality is called for. Most of it is set dressing. A good job comes from good prep work, which she excels at, and, occasionally, the willingness to throw someone big and heavily armed at stubborn problems, which her brothers are only too glad to do. But the violence is much less common than most people believe. Given the choice, Senka Dragovic prefers to pump drugs into a ship's life support system and rob it blind while the crew is unconscious. Less of a fuss that way.
Unfortunately, not everyone sees it that way. Not with the reputation she's been so careful to build. And sometimes, a new customer wants a demonstration. Just a taste, to prove everyone is in on the violence. That the Dragovic brothers and their plain-faced sister can hack it in the real world. It's the sort of brutish logic these people operate on. Utterly predictable. But it can be survived, if one says the right things in exactly the right way.
It would have been easier with her brothers. But that's the cost, isn't it? Occasionally resources must be split.
Senka is dressed in a man's coat and old, well-worn work clothes. She has a pistol and some minor bits of body armor hidden away underneath, but that's the expected thing. People tend to worry more about the person who comes to a meeting entirely unarmed. It's assumed a person like that is plotting something. She's aggressively plain looking, with no makeup to speak of, and no care taken to her hair. Mother always said it was her best feature. Mother would probably be rolling in her grave now, if she hadn't been spaced years ago, but that's neither here nor there.
"Eager, aren't you?" She gives her company a very flat smile, careful to keep her expression dull. Give away nothing for free. "That's all right. I hear we've found something you'd very much like to have."
It's part of the game. The back and forth. They're all thieves here, after all. And if she's very careful and very smart, then it won't come to a fight. Play to win, Senka reminds herself. Her brothers are counting on her.
It's said mildly. Most criminals are late, regardless of how professional they claim to be. The meeting is being held in a bar, which Senka feels is a little on the nose. And like most bars, their coffee is terrible. Entirely too bitter. She drinks it regardless, frowning at her company over the rim of the mug. She takes her coffee with milk and a shot of whiskey, no sugar. It's how she likes things: orderly, controlled. Entirely on her terms.
This meeting is different. She's in a crowd, though it's early enough in the day that most of the hardened types are still sleeping off the previous night, and she's left her brothers behind to guard the latest haul. A risk, in this line of work. Senka's built herself a reputation for being reliable, on-time, and brutal when brutality is called for. Most of it is set dressing. A good job comes from good prep work, which she excels at, and, occasionally, the willingness to throw someone big and heavily armed at stubborn problems, which her brothers are only too glad to do. But the violence is much less common than most people believe. Given the choice, Senka Dragovic prefers to pump drugs into a ship's life support system and rob it blind while the crew is unconscious. Less of a fuss that way.
Unfortunately, not everyone sees it that way. Not with the reputation she's been so careful to build. And sometimes, a new customer wants a demonstration. Just a taste, to prove everyone is in on the violence. That the Dragovic brothers and their plain-faced sister can hack it in the real world. It's the sort of brutish logic these people operate on. Utterly predictable. But it can be survived, if one says the right things in exactly the right way.
It would have been easier with her brothers. But that's the cost, isn't it? Occasionally resources must be split.
Senka is dressed in a man's coat and old, well-worn work clothes. She has a pistol and some minor bits of body armor hidden away underneath, but that's the expected thing. People tend to worry more about the person who comes to a meeting entirely unarmed. It's assumed a person like that is plotting something. She's aggressively plain looking, with no makeup to speak of, and no care taken to her hair. Mother always said it was her best feature. Mother would probably be rolling in her grave now, if she hadn't been spaced years ago, but that's neither here nor there.
"Eager, aren't you?" She gives her company a very flat smile, careful to keep her expression dull. Give away nothing for free. "That's all right. I hear we've found something you'd very much like to have."
It's part of the game. The back and forth. They're all thieves here, after all. And if she's very careful and very smart, then it won't come to a fight. Play to win, Senka reminds herself. Her brothers are counting on her.
