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Post by Valerian Al'Aetherum on Jun 24, 2020 3:36:44 GMT
Valerian would take a glance around, catching a glimpse of a very colourful pair having some rapid exchange and then separating, while waiting politely for his turn in the conversation. A single eyeridge would rise in silent question to nobody in particular at that sight.
"Yes, one could say that, but what is home to a nomad? You're certain about not needing my services though? My rates are quite fair, negotiable, and my calendar is as clear as the empty void."
A thin smile would cross his face, may as well give it a shot, letting folks in the "industry" know he's an option was crucial to getting more favorable opportunities.
"Oh, Madam, was there some centralized system for mercenaries and bounty hunters in this galaxy, or is it a bit more... free-form? Stepping on toes when I'm not being paid to isn't good form."
Figuring out where he could go to actually officially register would help him avoid legal unpleasantries, never sits well on the ego when one gets arrested for violating an unknown law on the job. It was also a lot easier to skirt around the law when one actually knows what to skirt around. Step one: Get work. Step Two: Get Paid. Step Three: Repeat, building a reputation. Step Four: Make my own Clan, with Pazzak and Hounds.
The Sangheili had proven professionally polite, so courtesy was due and earned. She was, truthfully, quite impressed with his subordinates and their level of discipline.
As to the red skinned humanoid, he was still something she was trying to figure out. He was, by his own words, yet another extra-galactic who had migrated to Citadel space from the other great galaxy of the local group, the one that seemed to call itself…"Soul-Dieban". He was a mercenary, so trustworthy is as far as whomever played his credits, and he was looking for work. Something she wasn't as unfamiliar with. Save for the occasional story mentioning groups like the Blue Suns, it wasn't a subject Janice often herself needing to know.
"Not so sure on any kind of record archive or registration for freelancers, but to be fair, I'm not too familiar with the mercenary circles. Maybe someone in Citadel Security would be able to answer that better."