Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jan 27, 2015 6:21:34 GMT -8
*Gavin listened to her words though her could tell there was more. If that had been all, she would have been disappointment but not so lost in thought. It was clear when she said there was so much happening.* "I see."
*Choosing not to press the topic further he merely shrugged. That seemed to take her out of joining with her family. So needed somewhere else to go. The question would be where.* "I'm guessing that knocks rejoining your family out of the running. Well, I have no problem with you sticking with me until you can figure something out."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2015 20:35:11 GMT -8
"Yeah, I guess it does." *She breathed in deep, trying to calm her nerves. Slowly letting it out, she opened her eyes and turned to Gavin.* "I think I need a drink. Something strong."
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Sept 10, 2015 9:08:12 GMT -8
Maxine had known the likeliness of the Echani being this nice so she added the extra money and followed the Echani I'm not a kid and I suggest if you want to keep your hands that you not try to steal anything from me"Maxine followed the pirate and hoped that she would actually get to Kashyyyk in one piece"So were you born into piracy or did you just decide to become one?"
"You wound me, kid, we're no pirates, we just borrow things to make life easier. Like this speeder!"
The Rodian scampered off ahead of the group with his datapad in hand. He crounched next to a nice red, covered speeder that would fit all five of them in. He connected his 'pad to the speeder with a small cable and began tapping away frantically. By the time the others had caught up, he had opened the speeder and was jumping into the driving seat.
"If we couldn't borrow this speeder, how would we get you to our ship? Without our ship we wouldn't be able to get you to Kashyyyk. That would be a shame wouldn't it!? Now lets go."
Siver and the other thugs jumped into the speeder and the Rodian turned it around so they were facing the right direction for Mos Entha.. |
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Post by MaxineMorganian on Sept 10, 2015 9:33:57 GMT -8
Maxine laughed at the Echani's face and comment
"So what kind of ship do you have sir"
Maxine tries to keep the talk to a minimum only asking question
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Sept 10, 2015 9:47:31 GMT -8
Siver looked out at the passing streets as they zipped out of Mos Eisley towards Mos Entha and the pirate's base.
"We've got a Corellian vessel, a YT-2000 I think, though I'm not sure. It gets us from A to B without much trouble. You'll see it yourself soon."
Siver looked out of the window and saw someone he recognised. His blaster pistol was in his hands in less than the blink of and eye and three shot rang out in rapid succession. The speeder picked up the pace after this, the Rodian thought he'd seen the man hit by one of the shots. The Echani holstered his blaster once again.
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Post by MaxineMorganian on Sept 10, 2015 9:52:11 GMT -8
Maxine decided to ignore the blaster shots and unclipped her light-saber from her belt and used the force to flip it in the air
"So I never caught your name or any of your crews name"
She look at the Echani carefully looking him over
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Sept 10, 2015 10:26:05 GMT -8
"My name's Siver and this lot, well they're not worth getting to know really! Haha, nah, you'll have plenty of time on the ship to say hi to them."
He said as they sped from the outskirts of Mos Eisley. They now had about an hours journey across dangerous ground until they reached Mos Entha.
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Post by MaxineMorganian on Sept 10, 2015 10:30:36 GMT -8
"So I am guessing that you guys don't usually get as much money as I am giving you?"
Maxine was actually curious to know more about the Echani and his crew, but she knew they were probably going to leave as soon as they came back to Mos Eisley
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Post by Nartaga on Feb 5, 2016 19:58:04 GMT -8
Louie walked the streets of Mos Eisley, leaving his tavern for a change. He had some business to tend to, to recoup some of his business from Chalmun's. He hated parting with any more of his precious credits, but he kept telling himself, "Spen' creds ta make creds..." Repeating this mantra did not make him feel any better, but the old barkeep entered his destination after a disgruntled huff and a quick adjusting of his collar. The building he walked into was a printing company. In fact it was the competitor of the printing company that Chalmun's had used to print the flyers it had made to advertise and bash his Tavern. The owner of the establishment, an older Er'Kit woman, greeted her newest customer with a smile. Louie managed to smile in response and walked over to the counter. "Ya mak'em out like I 'sked?"
The Er'Kit woman nodded her head and lifted up a large box of flyers, setting them in front of Louie on the counter. Louie smiled greedily and made a grab for them, but his hand was quickly slapped away. Louie cursed and grasped his hand, and was handed the bill for the printing job. His heart sank to his stomach, and then plummeted to his feet as he reread the total cost. "Wut's this shite? I din't ask fer pap'r from K'shyyk trees. Why s'his cos' so 'amn much?" The Er'Kit woman pointed up at a sign above the counter.
Paper costs subject to change.
Louie wiped away the sweat from his brow and ran his hand along the front of his neck. He grumbled to himself for a few minutes before finally coughing up the credits to pay his bill, mourning the loss of each one as he slid them onto the counter. The Er'Kit woman counted, double counted, and ran the credits through a counterfeit scanner. All the credits went through except for the final one. The Er'Kit woman frowned and held out her hand. Louie was steaming at this point, but pulled out a real credit bill, which ran through the scanner without any further incident. "Fine....'go'ramn bleedin' me dry."
Louie hefted the box off the counter, his face turning red with the strain, and carried it out of the printing company building. He dropped the box on the ground and gestured to the two waiters he had brought with him. "C'mer ya 'lil shites. Whaddaya tink I pay ya fer?" Louie opened the box and handed out stacks of the paper flyers to each of the three waiters. "Pin'em 'round Eisley where people ca'see 'em, and 'and'em to an'one who'll tak'em." Louie watched as the waiters ran off in different directions. He stared longingly at the rump of one of the younger waiters, a twenty something skinny red-head, before snapping himself out of it and made his way back to the Tavern. Word of the incident at Chalmun's was already making its way around Mos Eisley, and there was a customer surplus to handle.
The flyer was short, as the printing company charged by the word.
Louie's Tavern
Enjoy food and drink from Tatooine's finest watering hole,
With the perfect atmosphere for newcomers, or hardy Tatooine locals.
And we won't give you the runs like Chalmun's, either.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 15:07:42 GMT -8
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After setting the Geheim Masjien down, her captain rubs his neck as he tells his co-pilot and first mate, "Gebhuza's minions will be here shortly to accept the delivery, and once that's over and we've been paid you and I will go into the city and see if there's any work to be had. I'll send Nkosana and Sango to look after resupply, and Vejide can see to . . ."
"Refueling the Geheim. We all know the drill, Captain," Dikelide says, her tone making clear the implication the Shownarri finds the fact her Captain is stating things she believes are unnecessary to verbalize more than a little annoying.
"Right, Fumnanya says with a sigh, smiling a crooked, charming smile as he goes on, I'll finish up here, you go and make sure Nkosana and Sango are clear-headed enough to help with offloading our cargo." Dikelide nods, unbuckling her safety harnesses and heading from the cockpit. Nkosana and Sango, both having developed spice addictions, are usually reliable enough to be trusted not to indulge their habits when on the clock, but Fumnanya knows that he may not always be able to count on their mastery of their vice. If he had not been flying with Sango, who he has known for nine years now, for so long, the Epicanthix is fairly certain neither Nkosana nor Sango, a relatively recent addition to the crew who had no addiction until introduced to spice by the Nish, would still be in his employ.
The exchange between the crew of the Geheim and the minions of Gebhuza the Hutt goes off without a hitch, and after Fumnanya divides the payment among the crew - minus the portions of each share that are subtracted to be put towards operating costs - he and Dikelide head into the city to visit Chalmun's Cantina in hopes of lining up their next payday while the rest of the crew see to their own tasks.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 16:11:26 GMT -8
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Scratching his bushy brown beard, Nkosana smiles distantly while nodding and then shaking his head and saying to the Bothan seated across the dejarik table from him, "Yeah, no man, I'm telling you, she's definitely ex-Imperial, you know? It's not, like, just the weapons, man, it's, like, the attitude, you know? I'm guessin' she's a deserter, you know? She has that whole, like, paranoid, watchin' out for . . ."
Lifting a furry hand after moving his Molator, Sango points out, "Therrrre is no morrrre Empirrrre, dude. No one's loo. . . "
Shaking his head emphatically, Nkosana says with a sage-like expression, "That's just what the Imp's want everyone to think, man. I'm telling you, the Remnant is, like, still out there, you know? Waggling his hands as though operating a puppet, the Nish squints and says, They're pulling all kinds of strings, man. I bet anything they, like, orchestrated the fall of the Republic."
Laughing as she drops onto the couch near the holotable in the crew lounge of the Geheim Masjien, Vejide lays down and laces her hands behind her head as she says, "You crack me up, Nko'. You think the Imperial Remnant is behind friggin' everything."
Nodding somberly, Nkosana says, "They are, man, they are. Looking up when Fumnanya and Dikeledi enter the lounge, Nkosana smiles and says, Hey, Cap'! 'lide! We got our next job?"
After Fumnanya has explained where they are headed and what they will be doing, the crew sets about preparing the YT-2400 light freighter for its departure, and the Geheim Masjien lifts off not long afterwards.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2016 12:47:15 GMT -8
"Too right, Razmik tells the terrified looking Aqualish with a charming smile, his genteel, refined Coruscanti accent somewhat hoarse from shouting a moment ago. You can't tell me what you don't know, Razmik says chummily as he sets the Aqualish down and straightens the alien's collar, then brushes off his shoulders. I don't know what came over me, the Sector Ranger Special Enforcement Officer says with a chuckle meant to sound self-deprecating even though he knows precisely what came over him. Stepping back from the Aqualish, the fevered anger that had animated him still burning brightly beneath his reserved demeanor, Razmik removes a credit chip from a pocket and tosses it towards the cowed spaceport employee, Until next time, Nastas."
As he turns and makes his way towards the docking berth where his ship and crew are waiting, Razmik clenches his jaw and fists as his anger flares anew. So close, he thinks, the knowledge of just how nearly he has missed his quarry as bitter now as it had been when he had first learned that Jang had been here on Tatooine. While Jang's crew is not quite the catch that the Fel, Reynolds, Montrose, or Draykon crews would be, Razmik would sooner lay Jang at the feet of Lady Justice than any other criminal scum he has hunted during the entire course of his career as a Sector Ranger; nor does Razmik care in the least that, unlike with any others that he might hunt, he allows his own personal feelings to fuel his desire to see Jang brought to justice.
Arriving outside his Nemesis-class patrol ship, Razmik pauses before boarding to take a deep breath, tamping his fury down so that he can make plans for what he and his crew will do next with a clear head. Jang's trail may have gone cold, but there is other prey to hunt, just as there will undoubtedly be other opportunities to pick up Jang's trail.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2016 13:33:16 GMT -8
Entering the cockpit of the Nemesis-class patrol ship he and his team primarily operate from, Razmik answers the unvoiced question asked by the inquisitively arched eyebrow of his co-pilot, a small framed, blonde haired Morganian who is not anywhere near as delicate as she appears, "Nastas has no idea where Jang and his crew were bound, naturally. Sitting in the pilot's seat, the Coruscant native chuckles at his own folly, It is Tatooine, after all. See no evil, hear no evil, and so on."
The Morganian, Alessia, grins as, beginning to handle her part of the take-off procedures, she says, "Told you so. With a casual shrug of her thin shoulders, she says, We'll get them eventually. Only so many places Gebhuza can be sending them for spice."
"Right you are, Razmik concedes. Though there is still the rather tricky matter of being in the right place at the right time, isn't there?"
"That there is, Alessia answers with a nod of her head. So, do we feel like visiting Ryloth, Kessel, or Naboo then?"
Taking the patrol ship up and out of the starport, the take-off procedures completed, Razmik adjusts their bearing to begin the journey up into orbit as he says musingly, "Kessel seems like the obvious choice, no? Even if the Jang gang isn't there, there's always a decent chance that we'll catch some scum up to no good somewhere on that barren, forsaken rock, isn't there?"
Alessia nods with a grin as she begins laying a course for Kessel into the navicomputer as the ship continues upward and disappears from view.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jun 10, 2016 17:59:19 GMT -8
The three shuttles settled down onto a landing pad large enough for all three of them to park at once. On the sides of each shuttle was the clearly emblazoned emblem of the First Order. Nearly two hundred fully armoured & armed stormtroopers poured down from the shuttle, quickly securing the buildings directly around the landing pad. As Marcos strode unconcerned down the ramp, his troopers were already begin the process of setting up a temporary command base. They would find the shuttle. Hopefully they would also get a chance to blow off some steam while they were hear. Nothing like a backwater world for a little brawl.
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Aerandir Calmcacil
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jun 16, 2016 14:48:17 GMT -8
*There weren't too many passengers on the shuttle, which wasn't too much of a surprise; who in their right mind would visit Tatooine for civil reasons? Aerandir supposed one possibility would be visiting families on Tatooine, but other than that, he had a hard time anyone looking for an honest living would make the pilgrimage here. Well, maybe historians as well. Perhaps outreach missions... Okay, so maybe there were other reasons than he thought, but the point was, there weren't a ton of disembarking passengers leaving the shuttle at the spaceport.
The pair of Calmcacils each had their own duffel bag that they slung over their shoulder, containing bare essentials as well as other important gear. And weapons, of course; it was a good thing Tatooine was such a seedy place that there was little care for inspecting passengers' materials. "Wretched hive of scum and villainy" indeed.*
"Stay close," *he warned Morgan.*
"I can handle myself," *she assured him, but still looked up at him with a small smile and added,* "but okay, Daddy."
*He returned her smile and took her hand. Yes, she was fully capable of defending herself and he trusted her abilities, but all the same, his daughter was his daughter, and his duty was to protect her.
They exited the shuttle and were immediately hit by the arid, dry heat provided by the world. Felucia was a warm planet, but it was bearable; the dustball they now set foot on was another story. The sands radiated with heat, reflecting the sun and forcing the pair to squint in order to see. Before them, Mos Eisley's streets. Not exactly a terrible sight; primitive-seeming, to be sure, but this was advanced civilization compared to the native villages on Felucia. And more varied in species. Adults walked to and from their destinations, children scampered in the streets, droids lumbered along, creatures skittered about. It was a fairly intriguing sight, perhaps proving there was more to Mos Eisley than met the eye.
But Aerandir knew that that "more" wasn't necessarily good.*
"Daddy!" *Morgan hissed, tugging on his arm and pointing.* "Smilies!"
*To any typical parent, this might have been a child excitedly pointing out some sort of cute paraphernalia, but to the Calmcacils, it was naming a threat. Aerandir's head spun around in the direction she'd pointed, indeed noting that there seemed to exist a small group of First Order stormtroopers—initially dubbed "smiletroopers" by Morgan—marching through the city. These were different from the average trooper, most notably in their black and gold coloring and somewhat heavier plating, but they were unmistakably First Order troopers. That wasn't good, but he tried not to let it show on his expression, instead feigning a look of mild surprise.* "Found what we're here to take care of," *was his only, quiet comment.*
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jun 17, 2016 14:11:01 GMT -8
Marcos had been surprised by the sheer size of the city. He had expected a desert world to have few enough people that a company would be more than enough people. The rough estimate his Intelligence people were giving him was in the tens of thousands range for just this city. On the plus side, they had also located an old Imperial base. It wasn't one of the much more impressive prefabricated garrisons, but it had still been impressive enough. Had being the key term. Now it was a gutted out shell of its former self. From the reports, little more than the buildings & the exterior walls remained intact. Still, it would be enough for Marcos' goals on the planet.
The gate, the little of it still there, was standing open. It was however the only way in or out from the area. Half of the Security Platoon was tasked with holding the gate, preventing anyone from entering or leaving. The other half remained with the ships. First Platoon was sent in as quietly as possible, squad by squad. Each would take up a secure possession, but avoid combat if possible. If any of the squatters in the base noticed anything, they didn't react. Second Platoon was then sent in the same way to reinforce them. This however drew a reaction, as one of the squatters noticed a squad making their way into one of the attached hangers. While none of the Novas were injured, the shot fired by the squatter drew the attention of the others. Within moments the squatters & the squads of First & Second company were trading fire from the various windows & doors of the structures.
Relying on their armour & heavier numbers, Marcos marched the remaining two platoons in the gate. Leading the way himself with his new repeater. He was rather fond of it. It had a better rate of fire & more power than his last one, but it was unfortunately too light to use to club people with. He would have to see about adding more reinforcement to it. Once in the courtyard, the platoons quickly split off to get under the cover of buildings & passageways that made up the base. The squatters had little chance of victory. They were fewer in total number, less heavily armed, less protected by armour, & didn't have nearly the training of Novatroopers in urban combat. In short, once the fighting started, it didn't take long to sweep the base clean.
Once the base was secure, the three shuttles had been moved over to the empty hangers attached to the base. It seems no-one wanted to have to deal with thugs running the landing space they parked on. The bodies were dumped in one of the storerooms, which was then sealed off & ignored. Marcos had no intention of staying long enough for it be break the seal & become a threat. Let the locals deal with it once the Novas left. The now reunited Security Platoon was placed in charge of base defense. That included a posted guard at the gate & order to repair the gate enough for it to be able to shut.
Finally, the company in a secure position. Now it was time to discover what had happened to their wayward freighter.
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Aerandir Calmcacil
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jun 21, 2016 19:40:59 GMT -8
*The Spaceport Hotel, a decidedly average hotel, but on Tatooine, it could almost pass for a resort. Almost. Best of all, it was cheap. Shockingly so, even, which raised several questions about the economy of the planet. The rooms were basic, but acceptable, perfect for being incognito. Surprisingly, they even had working air conditioning, quite a blessing for this world. Morgan was certainly excited about this; what she was not excited about, however, was the fact that the showers were sonics. Aerandir explained to her it was because water was a precious resource on this world, more so than any other world. She nodded, stating that she understood, still lamenting the loss of water-based showers for a time.
Lodging secured, they returned to the streets, attempting to trace First Order activity once more. It hadn't taken them too long to locate an old, rundown Imperial outpost... and the Novatroopers from earlier were setting up shop. He and Morgan located a vantage point, though it required a bit of climbing. Once on a rooftop several buildings away, the pair produced two pairs of macrobinoculars, then proceeded to scout the troopers' activity.
Reclamation. A struggle with locals, squatters who'd apparently taken up residence within. So, the First Order didn't exactly have a presence here yet... but were merely trying to establish one. The crossfire wasn't sitting well with Morgan, who immediately lowered her binoculars and started to stand.* "Daddy, we gotta stop them!" *she hissed.
He grabbed her shoulder and gently lowered her back down.* "We'd be too outnumbered to just charge in."
*She looked at him wide-eyed.* "But D—"
*He shook his head, calmly interrupting,* "I hate it too, but I'm sure the sudden presence of the First Order won't sit right with the locals either. I'll have to make some contacts back home; we're gonna need backup, but that doesn't mean we can't stir up some scattered trouble ourselves, maybe rally a militia even."
*He grinned at her, much like he would when discussing a plan with Michelle. However, whereas Michelle would only briefly go over it in her mind before agreeing or suggesting an alteration, Morgan instead seemed to go into deep thought, a reluctant expression crossing her countenance. Finally, she nodded.* "Okay," *she agreed, before glancing over to the outpost again, now distant without the aid of her binoculars.* "But we should hurry..."
*It sounded less like advice and more like worry. Perhaps her empathy had a deeper effect on her thoughts, considering the lives that had just been taken; innocent or not. He gave her a sad smile and once more put a gentle hand on her shoulder.* "We'll take care of this. I promise you that."
*She nodded slowly. The two then descended from the rooftop, blending back into the city's crowds. Time to figure out the next step, then.*
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Post by Carlos Lagusto on Jun 21, 2016 20:02:23 GMT -8
*Tatooine was as despicably hot as the stories suggested. Carlos remembered the last time he was on Tatooine - the disgusting, Hutt's hole of a world. But as he remembered, Mos Eisley was the place to go for information.
Leaving the spaceport, Carlos received a full blast of the heat. His decision to come down here in a suit was a mistake, it seemed...
A Jawa suddenly appeared in front of him, waving its hands around and holding some mechanical construct. It was trying to get him to buy whatever it was holding, Carlos assumed.*
"Go away. I don't want to buy whatever that is." *The Jawa seemed crestfallen but did not move.* "Shoo, shoo. Go on, get." *The Jawa eventually complied and ran after another person instead.
Carlos headed to Louie's Tavern. Perhaps he could get information on his target there.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jun 24, 2016 16:15:17 GMT -8
With the new front gate in place, the base was more or less secure from the locals. The Security Platoon included several with sniper skills, these troopers were set up as an overwatch. Other members of the Security Platoon filled out those numbers as spotters. The number of locals that climbed up onto various roofs nearby to get a 'secret' look at the Stormtroopers was somewhat surprising. Fortunately, there were orders already in place with how to deal with that situation. Anyone spotted would be watched. If they just looked they would be left alone, though if possible their description or picture would be added to a quickly growing database of potential threats. Of course, due to the planet's weather, many were covered up enough that no reliable description could be given. Robes & Hoods being a nearly universal fashion statement on Tatooine. The few that raised either weapons or recording devices had little time to ponder their mistake. Marcos could nearly set his clock by the sharp crack of the verpine shatter rifle putting an end to some poor fool. This happened roughly once an hour, followed shortly by a recording of the scope data being sent down to what had been claimed as an officer barrack. For the most part, the bodies were left out were they feel as a warning to others that might try something.
Marcos decided the word still hadn't gotten around yet as another of the shots rang out. They were no closer to finding their missing transport. They had yet to find a reliable source they could even question. It would seem that ships came down on the planet fairly regularly & with no real local government in place, few had both the desire & resources to track when & where a ship came down. The transport could be literally anywhere on the planet. Worse, if it came down in the path of a sandstorm, or one crossed over it while they were still looking for it, it would be nearly impossible to find until another sandstorm in the possibly far future uncovered it again.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Jul 15, 2016 16:15:42 GMT -8
*Contact had been made back home, Aerandir discussing Tatooine's predicament with both the Council and the navy. Aerandir had little to report at that time, stating that he possibly wouldn't need a large amount of backup but that could very easily change depending on what the First Order had planned. Surely they wouldn't spare exorbitant resources to take or defend a useless world such as Tatooine...
The Council and navy had promised to coordinate potential response units themselves based on whatever the First Order might bring, allowing Aerandir to keep his focus here, on this mission. They needed to keep incognito and investigate the planet's local climate as subtly as possible, and find out where was the best place to start looking for resistance against whatever the First Order was planning.
It was just acquiring the disguises without them being traced that was the tricky part. Buying parts separately was one important step, piecing them together on their own so it wasn't immediately identifiable to the seller. He'd also had Morgan temporarily "disappear" when buying pieces for her own disguise, sending her to blend in with groups of street urchins playing by the roads. In any other situation, she might have become highly invested in her new playmates and attempted to actually befriend them, but she'd been in a much more serious mood ever since discovering the Novatroopers on the world.
Normally, Aerandir was a clean-shaven man, but he'd allowed his facial hair to grow during the trip to add to his disguise, opting for a more grizzled look. Morgan had broken her serious air to comment on how silly he looked with a beard and he'd allowed himself a smile at his own expense; anything to keep her in good spirits. The rest of his disguise consisted of worn gray fatigues, with various and somewhat mismatched armor plates over them. A blaster pistol hung at his side with a rifle slung over his shoulder; his lightsaber was concealed within the sleeve. All in all, the costume gave off an air of smalltime bounty hunter, which worked well enough for him.
Morgan's costume was a lot more straightforward. A simple robe, a shriveled mask with glowing yellow eyes... She would become a Jawa, for all intents and purposes. Her small stature lent incredibly well to the disguise, and, coupled with a vocoder installed in the mask, she could even speak their language. However, while it proved to work fine during testing, Aerandir suggested speaking very little; while it was a good find, he still had doubts about the vocoder's quality.
Their disguises set, they made their rounds, gathering more information where they could, along with what they had been able to glean so far. Casual conversation while making purchases had lent well to their efforts. However, while the First Order presence was noticed and somewhat alarming to each individual, a strange fact remained: They seemed to fear the world's gangs more. Attempts to learn more about these gangs were fruitless, however, as they feared to talk about them in the open. This wouldn't do; there had to be someone who would talk. Whoever these gangs were, they had to at least feel a little threatened by First Order presence. Sure, the Empire had turned a blind eye to criminal activity in the past, but the First Order... with Jacob leading them... He was certain they would not afford them the same luxury.
Criminality was his hopeful ally? Aerandir thought he'd never see the day...*
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