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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Dec 24, 2016 17:37:41 GMT -8
Rockheader, Forsaken. It doesnt matter, this place is ours now.
With no more words wasted the three charged head first towards their would be opponents. The Ketton ran towards the ugliest and meanest looking love child any of the three had ever seen Gaderffi in both hands. Something told him that he would need it. The human with the pipe decided to engage the small Jawa looking human and that left Nthanda to engage the tweilek.
It was the Ketton that engaged first using the momentum of his charge to swing the Gaderffi overhead like a mace and hoped to squash the ugly beasts right shoulder in.
The was followed quickly by the human with a pipe, who due to his size decided for an underhanded blow to the face of the leader with his pipe.
For the moment Nthanda held off, waiting to see how his companions would fare chain still swinging he kept an eye on the twelik. Of the trio she had the look of the most dangerous and if his instincts were worth their salt it would take all three of them to take her down.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2016 21:42:43 GMT -8
Despite the roughness of their appearance the three had worked together for some time & worked best in a group.
Love Child stepped forward slightly & allowed the halt of the metal rod to land on its left shoulder. In the same stepping motion, it drove its meaty right fist at the gut of its attacker in a deceptively far-reaching attack.
Shorty on the other hand, stepped back & to the left, allowing the pipe to sail upward without connecting. This also brought him into the shadow of Love child, using its bulk to shield his back. If the pipe wielder tried to follow up on the attack it would draw him nearly into the small group.
Scars fought dirty. If the pipe wielder tried to follow up on his attack, she would be waiting with a metal sucker punch to the back of his skull. The chain wielder might be a problem, but for now he was doing nothing. Of course, if she could close the distance, the chain would be much more of a hindrance to the wielder than a threat to her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2017 17:18:55 GMT -8
Resi listened to the latest news & smiled a small internal smile. All across the planet, bush wars & border skirmishes were in full force. He was even occasionally hearing things about fighting within groups that would normally defend each other. The entire planet was quickly spiraling into anarchy. Unfortunately, that meant it was time for him to stop helping things along & leave the planet. If he waited too much longer enjoying his handiwork, he would be trapped here.
As he joined a group that had gathered together with a herd trying flee the planet, he wondered where he would head next. He was hearing reports of a new mandalorian nation well up into the northern galactic reaches. perhaps it was time to stop playing around with individual planet & see if he couldn't start something ... bigger. He would need many things to pull it off though. As he shuffled onto the bulk passenger freighter, he smiled once again. He was starting to look forward to the challenge.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2018 14:29:25 GMT -8
Rolling his shoulders as he makes a course adjustment as he pilots the Geheim Masjien over the spaceport settlement of Mos Espa, Fumnanya leans forward once they are on course for the club owned by Gebhuza the Hutt, and activates the YT-2400's intercom to announce to his crew, "We'll be setting down at Gebbie's in a few minutes. Nkosana, start getting the shipment ready for offloading."
Moments later, as Dikeledi and Nkosana begin taking the crates of spice down the boarding ramp, Fumnanya raps on the door to Dee's quarters and calls out to her, "We'll have the cargo unloaded in a minute. And remember, no dawdling," he adds to remind AVI to disregard Nkosana's request for more time to appreciate the dancers featured at the Hutt's club.
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Post by Dees on Sept 11, 2018 14:41:49 GMT -8
Dee opens the door and offers a quick, sloppy salute. Aye Cap.She is wearing her full garb: stillsuit, laminate armor, and robes over it all. She follows him around as Niko and Di are offloading the cargo. AVI, training behind them responds It should be a quick run. We will probably be done about the same time you are. He watches Niko and Di pulling the repulsor-sleds off. Fumnanya, you should still have my comm frequency I gave you on Dressel. Give us a shout if you run into anything or if you finish before we do. I'll keep Dee on task.Dee, in step with Fumnanya, looks back at AVI with a scowl. Pshhh. Like I would do anything out of the ordinary. She runs ahead to the cockpit and jumps in the pilot's seat. AVI continues to the boarding ramp to wave off the crew and wait for their arrival at Bestine. We'll meet you back here. See you in a bit. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2018 17:40:53 GMT -8
"Be careful," Fumnanya tells Dee with a cheery grin accompanied by a wave before he disembarks, frowning as he steps outside and almost immediately begins to sweat in the sweltering heat that awaits.
Shading her eyes with a hand and turning to watch as the Geheim Masjien lifts off and sets out for, if Dee and AVI have been upfront about their destination, Bestine, Dikeledi greets Fumnanya, "You know, you just let some chick we met a hot minute ago fly off with our ship, our medic, our mechanic and a cargo hold full of spice."
"She'll be back, Fumnanya says with a sense of utter certainty than Dikeledi feels is founded on nothing more than her captain's belief in his ability to read others. Nodding towards where Nkosana is opening one of the crates for the group of Weequay and Nikto guards that have been sent out to collect the shipment, Fumnanya asks, You want to handle the rest of the transaction while I pay our respects to Gebbie?"
Shrugging with an unenthusiastic grunt, Dikeledi heads over to wrap things up with the guards, "I'll comm you if our ship comes back."
Absently touching the orange bandana-like scrap of old cloth worn around his upper arm like a cheerful mourning band, Fumnanya heads inside the club to make nice with Gebhuza, joined not long afterwards by Nkosana, who heads immediately for the stage where the dancing he has come to appreciate takes place, when the spice has been handed over to the Hutt's guards.
Dikeledi, waiting on the landing pad the Geheim Masjien had set down on, counts down the passing seconds in her head with an eye on the skies, hoping Fumnanya's trust does not prove to be misplaced.
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Post by Dees on Sept 11, 2018 18:42:19 GMT -8
In the pilot’s seat of the Geheim Masjien, Dee raced over the dunes back toward Mos Espa. They were already past their goal time, running a few minutes late. However, the city appeared on the horizon, and within a minute, Dee was readying the landing procedures.
The ship roared over the landing pad. Picking the nose up slightly, she pulled it back and down into the open area. Lowering the boarding ramp, AVI walked down and waved at Dikeledi.
Sorry, there was some parking issues in Bestine. Massive watch parties for some C Class Podracing event I guess. He looked up and the ship and then over to her. Ships topped off and ready to go.
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With the ship landed, Dee ran out of the cockpit and into their cabin where AVI had taken the crates.
Inside, she opened the large and the long box, noting that he had already stored the smaller crate. She pulled out he Boar-Wolf cloak and shook it off. With a smile, she took off her robes and slid the cloak over her armor.
Reaching into the long crate, she pulled out the E-11s and slid it over her head with the leather strap across her chest. She holstered her sidearm and grabbed the E-11 MkII. With the helmet in the open position, she ran back to the boarding ramp as AVI and Dikeledi were boarding.
Beaming, Dee looked at Dikeledi
So, since Doc and I will be doing guard duty on Coruscant, I figured it would pay to at least look tough. Boar-wolf cloak and some heavy armament. I may not be able to hit the broadside of a hangar bay I’m parked in, but they don’t need to know that, right?
AVI, having left his new compliment of weapons in the room, shook his head in feigned disapproval of Dee's antics.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2018 19:29:40 GMT -8
Dikeledi shrugs when AVI apologizes, taking her comlink from a clip on her thigh holster as she says, "S'all good," and then uses her comlink to let Fumnanya and Nkosana know that the ship has returned.
Tapping her foot impatiently, Dikeledi looks over her shoulder to see if Fumnanya and Nkosana are back yet when Dee, armed and armored to bear, yammers about looking tough despite her lack of prowess with the weapons she carries, Dikeledi suggests dryly, "Keep the helmet closed, adds to the intimidation factor."
Fumnanya, with a contented looking Nkosana in tow, appears not long after Dee has made her impromptu fashion show, grins cheerily when he sees Dee, "Liking the look. It's adorable. As he heads up the boarding ramp, he asks Dee, How are you feeling? You want me to handle the trip to Nal Hutta, or are you up to it?"
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Post by Dees on Sept 11, 2018 20:04:35 GMT -8
Nodding at Dikeledi and her suggestion, Dee leaned back against the wall. She stood up straight and at attention when Fumnanya and Nkosana walked up. She smiled at the compliment. Thanks, cap.
Following him into the ship, she headed into the cockpit. No, I have it now. Just don't expect us to get there in any record-setting timeframes this time.
She fell into the pilot's seat once everyone was onboard. Her heart was racing as her body anticipated the jump to hyperspace. It was an automatic reaction of her mind, nothing more. She pulled back on the stick, pulled up the legs, and gunned the throttle once they were secure. Internally, she was fighting back thoughts of inadequacy. She was out to prove to herself that she could manage. The freighter blasted out of the atmosphere, putting Mos Espa behind them. |
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Post by Panno on Apr 5, 2019 9:27:29 GMT -8
Walking down the ramp out of the nondescript shuttle Panno sighed heavily. He felt more at home here in a few scant seconds than he had his whole time with the Imperial Knights. The heat of the day resonated off the sand as a gust of wind swept some of the loose sand up and inwards into his ship. The heat woke Panno up, and invigorated him. He had always been drawn towards heat, and although his species was warm blooded he suspected some part of him remembered a time when his species was cold blooded.
Stepping onto the hard packed sand beneath him he was followed out by four humans who all looked the same. Clones. Due to this being a small recon mission, following rumors of Phrik deep in the wastes of the planet Panno felt it prudent to keep any suggestion of the Empire out of this. Each of the clones carried a heavy blaster pistol on their hips and did their best to look menacing out of their armour, which is hard for four pasty white people to do in the desert.
As the ramp closed behind them, Panno ensured that the ship was locked up tight. A planet like this, everyone would be wanting to get off. Paying the needed credits to keep the ship docked, he made his way into the city of Mos Espa to gather more information before leaving.
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Nov 12, 2020 17:29:12 GMT -8
[Mos Espa Spaceport, Docking Bay 74A.] =Oynx Fett Or'dinii=Descending from orbit, a single Bes'uliik starfighter disappeared from sight among the low buildings of the Spaceport. Wedged between two full-sized docking bays, almost as an afterthought, Docking Bay 74A offered plenty of space for a small-ish starfighter like a Bes'uliik, and more than the average level of privacy. Onyx liked it so much, a few years ago she had bribed a Spaceport official to slice the control tower and ensure that she was directed there any time it was available. So far, the subtle alteration to normal traffic distribution hadn't been detected, or if it had, no one cared enough to expend effort fixing it. After securing the landing struts, the Mando'ad pilot detached herself from the controls, and turned to look at the woman seated in the navigator's chair. "So, what first? Sleep? Refreshment?" She smirked as she leaned over and plucked her helmet off the deck. "I know your usual style is to interrogate the locals immediately upon arrival, but they might actually have Corellian Whiskey here." There was a soft hiss as she released the hatch, and a puff of sand entered the cockpit. Onyx quickly slapped her helmet over her head, revealing the Clan Or'dinii sigil stamped into the beskar, with a black line painted diagonally through it. After you.
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Post by Kay'li Raganella on Nov 12, 2020 20:04:17 GMT -8
{ Mos Espa Spaceport, Docking Bay 74A }
The Seeker had been silent during the entire approach and landing on Tatooine. While she and her companion were the daughters of two very different cultures, they both understood tactics and they both understood their shared mission. They had been through this process on several other remote world over the past few months, and while they had found nothing of value to her search, she had come to appreciate the caution and subtlety of the Mandalorian. She smiled faintly. Her brother had been right to foster a friendship with the Or'dinii clan all those years ago. If only he knew how valuable their help had been in her Search for him across the Unknown Regions.
"Oh, you know I can't afford to make a scene anywhere as public as Tatooine." She shook her head at Onyx's comment, and shot her a one-sided Corellian grin. Maybe she had gotten a little carried away on New Tetra last week, but the settlers had clearly been lying - just not for the reasons the Corellian had thought. "Let's get a drink, and some news around the town. We don't want to head directly into a sandstorm or anything."
Grasping her faded grey cloak tightly, she hopped from her seat, and slid easily down the side of the twin-seater to the tarmac below, then led the way out of the Docking Bay.
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Post by Plu Or'dinii on Nov 25, 2020 20:36:15 GMT -8
[The streets of Mos Espa.]
=Onyx Fett Or'dinii=
Onyx leaped from the cockpit of the Mandalorian starfighter, rather than sliding gracefully as the Jedi had done, and followed her client out into the streets of the spaceport town.
Mos Espa didn't have quite the foul stench of crime that one generally smelled around Mos Eisley, but there was still plenty of greed and grift to be found.
Junk-dealers from all over this side of Tatooine brought their wares to Mos Espa's marketplace, or traded with those who did. If anyone had ever dug up anything from the Infinite Empire era, the junkers of Mos Espa were almost certain to know about it. She was skeptical that anything could have survived the catastrophic nuclear destruction of the planet's former civilization, but they were running out of places to look for new clues, and Tatooine was one of the last known Rakatan colonies which the Or'dinii had never investigated.
Not the big places - we want one of the smaller, less reputable dealers. She said as they walked past several of the most visible shops. We want someone looking to move up in -- exactly. Onyx broke off her sentence as Echoy'ad selected a small, mostly open-air junk dealer's booth. She feigned interest in the closest relic, which in this case turned out to be a stack of slightly dented refrigerator pipes, although they were nearly unrecognizable now that they had been removed from their moisture vaporators.
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Post by Nartaga on Dec 5, 2020 0:32:07 GMT -8
Patashu huffed as the bantha eyed the still distant city of Mos Espa. Nartaga pulled on the reigns to bring his mount to a stop, turning to Zed. Nartaga signed to Zed, then pointed at the outsider settlement in the distance as he spoke. "Bantha not very common in outsider cities; give away Tuskens. Patashu stay here. Zed remove mask." The Tusken signed again, grabbing his cloak and putting the hood down far over his masked face. "Like Zed did in enclave. Nartaga cover face..." The Tusken hopped down from atop Patashu, turning back to Zed to continue speaking. "...more." In the day it had taken them travel here, both Nartaga's spirits and injuries had improved significantly. Zed would have still seen possible glimpses of the turmoil within the shaman, but it was difficult to tell with the Tusken mask and garb. He would stare off into nothingness, as if he were seeing something that was only visible to his eyes, though in truth he saw only an emptiness. Still, he was glad at least that the journey here had been safer than the one to the enclave. Beyond a few beasts, which they had killed and put onto the travois to help in trading for Zed's new power cell they had come in search for, it was a peaceful ride. By Tatooine standards, anyway.Nartaga pulled back the hood of his cloak before stepping to Patashu's front and stroking the side of the bantha's face, whispering something in the Tusken language. Nartaga pressed the forehead of his mask to Patashu's face, the large creature's prehensile tongue extending from her mouth and lathering her rider's mask. Nartaga turned to Zed, nodding and signing that he was all set. "Patashu stay on outskirts of city. Safer for Patashu if something happen to Nartaga. Find when done." Nartaga would follow Zed's lead, pulling up his hood low to cover up his masked face. The only thing that would not part with was his gaderffii, which he had slung over his back. No matter what argument was presented it was not something he would be without, especially in such a hostile place. The Tusken had been to several outsider settlements, his profession as a guide taking him all over the "civilized" portions of Tatooine. He had yet to be betrayed or outed by any of his customers, but that did not mean he was welcomed by all. To most of the outsiders of Tatooine, Sand People were little more than vermin to be killed in the never ending cycle of vengeance that was perpetuated by generations of back and forth attacks. He had become skilled in hiding his true identity, but he made a point never to stay among outsiders for long. Nartaga unloaded the animals they had killed to be traded and put them onto a smaller sled to be dragged by them into the city.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Dec 5, 2020 7:42:38 GMT -8
Having taken up the offer to ride on the travois he had been trying to nap as they moved drifting in and out of consciousness but awoke when they came to a stop. Judging the distance he rolled his eyes under the mask. There was nothing to help it but what he wouldn't give for a speeder. Getting up from the travois and laughed. I didn't think you could cover your face more but you managed it. Removing the mask he rubbed rubbed his forehead, it had not been built with his kind in mind and it pressed in deep above each of his eyes. Not enough to cause any pain but enough of a discomfort that he was glad to have it off. Putting some robes over himself he covered up the rest of the garb that may give them away.
Taking hold of the reigns of the sled Zed began the long walk pulling it behind him. Reaching out in the Force to aid in pulling the sled when they had to travel up a dune or any difficult part it still took a few hours before they got there. Carrying the load himself he refused Nartaga sharing the load several times because of his injuries. This was an easy load compared to stuff in his past. Before cresting the final sand hill Zed look back a small smile on his face. Final chance for Nartaga to leave. Can return to Patashu, and wait for me to return. I can do this alone. .
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Post by Nartaga on Dec 6, 2020 13:51:23 GMT -8
Nartaga nodded with satisfaction at Zed's comment about hiding his Tusken appearance. "Been to outsider cities before. Few look closely at others. Too busy worried about themselves." This reminded Nartaga of his previous visits to the cities, more specifically the reason as to those visits. During his time as a guide, one of the most numerous clients he saw were moisture farmers looking for safe passage to transport their water to the cities, to be sold at exorbitant prices. Most were too poor to afford proper transportation vehicles and still relied on pack animals carrying their goods. This was much slower, and therefore more dangerous. Hiring a Tusken, who could not only help protect their cargo and give them safe passage through Tusken lands, but who's people also knew the sands and mountains of Tatooine better than anyone, was smarter and cheaper than risking losing everything by travelling an unsafe route. Nartaga had no concept of the value of outsider money, having only used a bartering and trading system, but some had insisted on giving him a cut of the proceeds from their cargo after selling it. Each time had forced him to wait to receive payment, but perhaps it had been for this reason. Before the two left Patashu, Nartaga climbed halfway atop the bantha. He grabbed a small sack from one of the saddlebags. He presented the bag to Zed. "Pay from guiding outsiders. Maybe help, too. Nartaga not use." Nartaga had no idea if any of the currency he had been given had any value, or how much.Inside the bag was a collection of many different currencies from just as many different galactic governments. Tatooine attracted all kinds of different people from across the Galaxy, so it made sense that many different currencies were used here over the years. Only a few of the different denominations originated from the same place. There were old Alliance credits, a broken piece from what appeared to be a silver Galactic Republic credit ingot, a CIS credit from the now defunct Confederacy of Independent Systems, two Wupiupi, as well as several Galactic Empire, Galactic Republic, and New Republic standard credits. There was also what appeared to be a mostly melted Calamari Flan. It still retained most of its round shape, but it was like melted and rehardened plastic. Lastly, there was a credit chip, though Nartaga did not understand how it worked, and they had no way of checking if it had anything on it. "Nartaga come with Zed. More noticeable out here than in city." Nartaga signed to better explain his reasoning to Zed. "Maybe find Zed better fitting clothes. Many different outsiders. Many species. Many sizes." Nartaga continued to follow Zed's lead.
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Dec 7, 2020 6:12:12 GMT -8
Accepting the bag of assorted credits Zed sorted through it and whistled. While it was no barons ransom this was still likely more money than most of the people in the city before them would see in their lifetimes. You know Nartaga there is enough here that if you wanted to get off world they would probably take you and Patashu too. We should see what we can get for these he said hoisting the rope he used to carry the sledge before we spend any of your coins.
Cresting the dune before the edge of the city the din of the city could be heard from here, and as they drew closer and closer to the edge it only seemed to grow louder. Having spent so long alone in the desert Zed was thankful for the past few days spent amoung the Tuskens for this would have been a huge shock to the system. The duo received a few odd looks as they walked closer to the city but once people saw their wares they did not give them a second glance. People were always venturing into the Dune Sea hunting for game what was two more people. Do you know where we could take these to trade them?
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Post by Nartaga on Dec 7, 2020 10:53:16 GMT -8
Nartaga stopped for a moment in shock as the Zed's statement. "There are ships made big enough to carry Patashu?" Nartaga turned back to take one last look at his mount, trying to imagine how a bantha would fit inside a ship comfortably. He had never seen a ship larger than small freighters. Tatooine was not exactly a choice destination for large cargo and trading ships. They were more likely to have their ship stolen by pirates if they landed. As he regained his senses, he moved to catch back up to Zed. "Do not think have that much. Ships expensive, no?" The thought of buying passage off Tatooine had not crossed his mind. If he wished it, he surely could eventually save up enough money by continuing to guide outsiders, but he had no idea how much money he already had or what was a fair price to pay. Any time he had been forced to purchase anything in an outsider settlement, he had simply opened the bag and let the merchant take out what they wanted. Tuskens simply traded for what they needed. "Outsider money no use to Tuskens. No value. Zed use if need."
Before they entered the city, Nartaga made sure to pull down his hood, keeping his head low. So low in fact, that he could only see where he was going by keeping an eye on Zed's boots to make sure he was following the Stennes man. When Zed stopped, Nartaga was perhaps a little too close, and almost ran into him. The Tusken dug his feet in and avoided a collision, then speaking in a whisper to Zed. "Food traders have traded for caught game before. Not picky about what they feed others." Nartaga lifted his head slightly to try get above the smell of animal dung, exhaust fumes, and waste that was dumped in the street. He closed his eyes to focus on his sense of smell, pointing west from their current direction. He dared not raise his head higher, lest someone might see his mask and make him out as a Tusken Raider. "Zed see food trader that way?"
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Post by Zed Bakiska on Dec 7, 2020 13:14:18 GMT -8
Looking in the direction that Nartaga had pointed he could did not see anything immediately but trusted the Tusken enough to go in that direction. There are ships out there, they are rare these days but there are ships that could fit every every Tusken, Jawa, and Outsider on Tatooine and there still be room left over. Although he had never seen one himself when he had fled to the planet he knew of two such vessels that existed within the militaries of a two nations. Whether they still existed or not was anyone's guess.
As the duo walked the smell of cooking meat began to overpower the smells of the city until they came upon a building. It took him a second to decipher the Aurebesh on the front of the building, it had been worn away by the sun, sand, and time but eventually he read it aloud so Nartaga knew where they were going. The place is called Goeffs Farming and Mercantile, lets take this around back and then Ill go in and see if they will buy it.
Once the sledge had been brought into the back Zed walked into the building and nearly walked directly into a man in green armour and a rather silly looking mustache. Backing off Zed smiled at him You must be Goeff. I have some animals around back, if you are buying.
Its Goh-Eff actually but show me what you have.
Leading the buyer around back Zed showed what Nartaga and himself had hunted including several Dune Lizards and a pair of Desert Wraids.
Appraising the animals on the sledge he sucked in some breath through a gap in his teeth before continuing. Ill take these for nine thousands Schmeckles or five thousands blemflarks.
Snorting Zed shook his head. Even if these were nothing but skin and bones I wouldn't accept that. Those have been worthless forever. C'mon Goh-Eff these are free range, ethically sourced local animals. Give me a real offer.
Pulling out a small purse he pulled out a dozen coins that made Zeds blood run cold. The symbol of the Mandalorians, a Mythosaur was obviously present on one side of the coins. You need to work on your negotiating skills if you want to make a living doing these mate, but I'll give you five hundred Mandalorian credits for these here.
Accepting the money they muscled the carcasses off their sledge and left all the richer for it.
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Post by Nartaga on Dec 7, 2020 14:21:55 GMT -8
Nartaga tried to imagine a ship as big as Zed described, but had difficulty imagining anything other than a giant triangle with thrusters on it. He doubted such massive ships would be so simply designed, or how they could possibly be built. It seemed ridiculous to even entertain the thought, at least until the day came when he saw it with his own eyes. He knew outsiders had many ships, but if they truly had ships that large and, presumably, powerful, then the struggle between his people and the outsider settlers was lost before it had even began thousands of years ago. "Zed sure ships that big rare? Scary to think ships that size are made. Big enough to destroy worlds. Could destroy Tatooine." The trepidation in Nartaga's voice, even lowered, was very noticeable. Zed had given the young shaman a new nightmare to worry about from the unknown worlds of the outsiders.Nartaga remained silent while Zed haggled over their hunted game, taking a peek at the other patrons of the building. It appeared to be part grocery store, part hardware and junk store, with a few tables set aside for diners who wished to sit down and eat something among the rest of the shopkeeper's inventory. Nartaga lowered his head as he spotted a table where sat a Shistavanen and a Devaronian were seated, each enjoying large barbequed drumsticks some unknown animal. The Shistavaven, who was facing the direction of Nartaga, lifted its head slightly, the wolfman's nose moving as it smelled the air, its jowls raising in disgust, letting out a very low growl at whatever it was that he picked up on. The Devaronian, noticing his compatriots facial expression, turned around in his chair to see what was upsetting him. The red, horned humanoid's face sported a wide smile filled with crooked, yellowing teeth, and there was a spark of nefarious intent in his eye. The aura of violence was so strong that Nartaga could feel it without trying.Nartaga did his best to subtly get Zed's attention, stepping in close to the Stennes' left side. "Zed notice them?" Nartaga put his hands in front of him, holding up two fingers and then signing. By the time Zed would try to see whom Nartaga was speaking of, the feeling had disappearing from the Tusken's senses. He carefully sneaked another look from beneath his low hood, only to see an empty table where the Shistavanen and Devaronian had been not a minute before. Nartaga lifted his head slightly more to try and see where they went, but to no avail. The confused Tusken turned back to Zed, signing again in apology. "Must have been mistaken."
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