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Post by Staed on Oct 13, 2013 10:25:47 GMT -8
Staed had been in his junk shop tinkering with a model moister-evaporator's coils, trying to get the unit out so that he could use it as a makeshift AC in his little hover of a home under Toshi Station. He thought that he had it, loosening the last of the bolts with his magnetic driver, and eagerly twiddled his fingers before trying to yank the unit out; only to promptly get zapped by the droid's active power-cell.
"Hkeek nkulla!" Staed yelped as he was thrown back, spasming slightly from the shock. "Nekkel juuvar obwegadada ba usabia atoonyoba!" He continued to curse, taking a wrench half the size of himself and bringing it down of the evaporator's casing several times with a resounding thud. "Poodoo usabia Atoonyoba..." He murmured as the droid sputtered and several sparks emitted from its severely damaged computing center. The acrid tang of smoldering circuitry and popping diodes started to waft out of several vents at its top.
"Ah, hkeek ta bati ya..." The Jawa sighed, dropping the wrench to the dirty parts-strewn floor, and walked away from the evaporator. Today wasn't going well so far, and the Jawa only could pray that it would get better.
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Cassel Lockpick
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Post by Cassel Lockpick on Oct 13, 2013 11:13:58 GMT -8
Enter Cassel Lockpick, a ball of making the days better. Known everywhere for making women swoon and babies burst into cries of joy, or at least that's how imagined it, the person of unknown origin walked into the first shop he saw. Cassel, being the curious fellow that he was, he automatically began looking around for anything interesting. Several minutes passed and the shop keeper yelled at him, running him, waving a blaster over his head wildly. This did not discourage Cassel from finding a good deal on...well....whatever he was looking for. He was a simple man, with simple wants and needs. Adventure being the top priority of the list of things. The second being excitement, followed by milk and cookies. Somehow dying was tenth, and it had to be an interesting death. He had not paid that Sith Alchemist to curse him to a horrifying death for nothing, though Cassel was still dubious of the lethality and effectiveness of this curse. After death there were still many items on Cassel's agenda. How he would accomplish them only the Whills knew.*
*He whistled as he fiddled with a power cell he had just picked up on the floor of the shop he had been kicked out of. The shop owner had been very adamant about him not coming back, so he assumed he would not miss the power cell. It was a shame to let the glowing item to go to waste though, and so he went to another shop, this one slightly more filled up than the rest, and it smelled of Jawa. It reminded Cassel of his old friend Het N'kik, a Jawa with a taste for the Dark Side of the Force. They had been very good friends while they had traveled together. This also brought of memories of other people Cassel had met over the years. For a moment he wondered where they had popped off to, but after that moment had passed he realized there was a shiny little call bell. In fact it was probably the shiniest thing in the shop. Cassel's eyes widened at the silver metal of the bell, and walked towards it. He reached up onto his tippy toes and began slamming away at the little bell.
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
"Hullo!? Anyone home? Well I supppose this isn't your home, its more of a shop. Restaurants have health codes about living in the restaurant, but I guess it doesn't apply, unless they pass a law.....so......Anyone shop?"
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Staed
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Post by Staed on Oct 13, 2013 20:03:31 GMT -8
Staed had been out back, staring at the moister evaporator with as much contempt as his two glow eyes could convey, before he heard the incessant ringing of his bell towards the front of the shop.
"Ta batta!" He yelled towards the ringing of the bell and pondered what he'd do next, but the ringing continued as Staed stomped his way towards the front of his stock/repair room and pushed the tattered curtain aside to see a oddly dressed fellow. He continued to bare down on the bell until finally noticing Staed glaring a him from afar. "Ta batta no suute mot, togo togu!" The Jawa said, not knowing if the thing before him was a boy, man, or sprite?
Staed's head tilted to one side and quizzically looked at the boy from under his hood. He understood what the stranger had asked in Basic, but he talked so fast and it made no sense. Why so fast and erratic? Maybe it was a culture thing? The Jawa held up a small fabric wrapped hand, to show that he needed the visitor to be silent for a moment. He took a data-slate out of his robes and tapped on it several times before a hover driod came from out back and flew to just a foot or so over the Jawa's head. The front of the droid facing Cassel was an integrated speaker.
"M'um m’aloo lopafa... Uto s'em foos. Utto nye usabia atoonyoba?" Staed said calmly.
Well, hello there off-worlder...You seem confused. Want to buy a used droid?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2013 19:39:35 GMT -8
*The cool night air had chased away the scorching heat of the day. Coxing those who sought shelter from the blazing suns out of their hiding places. The night air was filled with voices and sounds of sentients enjoying the more tolerable part of the day. Above all this merriment though, was a lone figure sitting on a rooftop. Sitting in shadow, between an air vent and terrace, was a huntress. One that had waited out the heat of day for the right moment to ambush her prey, and now was the time. Several buildings over resided a Weequay, one that she had been sent to kill. From what she was told the Weequay had once been a high ranking Hutt lieutenant, that was untill he double crossed said Hutt. That did not mater to her though, what did matter was the fact that the Weequay was inside the building, and she was not. But like any good hunter she had a way to lure him out, and that bait was soon to arrive.*
*Minutes passed, then turned into hours. The noise in the streets below began to die down as beings began to retire to their homes for the night. But not the huntress, she was beginning to stir. The time of the hunt was drawing near. Like clock work, her communicator gave a low chirp, indicating that the bait was in place. Hitting the button once one her comm, she gave the go ahead. As the seconds passed, a call was being delivered to the Weequay, the bait had been cast. A false business offer, one to good to be true, one he could not resist. Then, just as planned, he appeared, her prey had stepped out onto the balcony of the building, communicator to his ear.*
*The huntress raised her Verpine carbine and brought the scope to bear on her target. Large as life he stood in her sights, a look of pure satisfaction written on his wrinkled face, completely unaware of his fate. The huntresses finger merely touched the trigger of her rifle, like a lover she then gently pulled it back. The carbine barked its hatred for the target in its cross hairs. The round screamed out of the rifles barrel like and angel of death harkening the demise Weequay it was going to extinguish the life of. In the blink of an eye the round crossed the distance between hunter and hunted. The round hit the Weequay directly above the heart, searing through cloth and flesh as if they weren't there, before exiting out his back. The Weequay felt no pain though, he blinked in confusion, then dropped to his knees before falling to his side. He did not know the what or why of what just happened. The look of confusion still written plainly on his now silent features.*
*Through the telescopic view of the rifle, the huntress watched her prey breath his last. Quietly she stood up and melted into the shadows. Below her the world continued on, never hearing or seeing what actions just transpired. They would not be know till the suns first light, even then few would whisper of its events. The Hutts would make sure of that, and you never crossed the Hutts in their own front yard.*
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Staed
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Post by Staed on Mar 16, 2014 20:16:44 GMT -8
"Tu U'bana?" Staed said as the Shaadlar-type troopship blasted out of the subterranean bunker/hangar, reducing its cage to rubble.
"Noska." Staed said as he shook his head at Kar.
"Euke osk cho'hatt no hab'a X'chngakki. Ukee'ka h'ract'd. Ikee uk'ka do toda ek'revee, nocha'badda."
We have to round on a more roundabout way. We may be being tracked. I have to look for a locator beacon, if shouldn't take long.
The Jawa hopped off his piloting seat and finally took his tool bags off is back. In a short time Staed had produced another one of his gadgets and turned it on, sweeping it left to right as he walked around the cockpit.
"Ot orr'ika. Cha Revve'skato e oota."
Don't worry the ship's on autopilot.
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Nartaga
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 17, 2014 9:08:24 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh got up out of the chair and went to a wall which had a small box with a red cross on it. Though he was a Tusken, he knew the Outsider symbol for medicine or medical supplies. He had raided his fair of medical supplies in his early days. Opening the box he took out some antiseptic spray and sprayed it on his wounds. He bit his tongue to hold back the pain and let it sit for a few moments before taking a bacta patch and putting it underneath his robes over the wound.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Of course. I got ahead of myself. Find the beacon, and disable it, and then lets get back to the Enclave. A ship this big is bound to attract attention flying around. Does it have anything to combat sensors? I'm sure they'll try anything once they realize the beacon is no longer working."
Kar'Orzh closed the medkit and put it back on the wall where it had been. He felt useless here. He was the most experienced Tusken Engineer, yet he did not know the first thing about this ship. He could probably take it apart and put it back together again, but the language of the controls were beyond him, so he looked over them, trying to translate it without anything to go off of.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Auto-pilot? Useful...Is it also equipped with a working hyperdrive?"
Kar'Orzh revelled in the possibility of having brought a hyperspace capable ship back to the R'Crurak. Their assault shuttles had been damaged and was irreparable with their current level of technology and resources.
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Staed
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Post by Staed on Mar 19, 2014 17:54:48 GMT -8
"Ibana, ot'ba latat cho'niba eh cho'ticta en'reve'skaas, ou'cha niet'a bo boomba no X'hang'eska."
Yes, this ship has all the bells and whistles that come with its class, and as long as the Exchange can't find us we'll be fine.
Staed answered as he continued to sweep the bridge for the device he knew was here. It was a rough translation, basically he'd said that if the exchange found them, they'd be blown out of the sky, but he was glad the droid was unable to make the translation. After walking past another console, and not getting any reading, Staed slapped the side of his gizmo several times, uttering a soft curse as the screen blacked out before rebooting. But as luck would have it - or the Whills allowed - the device started to blip. The Jawa laughed, and started swinging it back and forth, picking up the sound of closer blips to his right. His contraption led him to an access panel to the far side of the bridge. Staed's hands went for the panel release but stopped. He knew that it wouldn't be that easy, nothing worth stealing was ever that easy.
Staed unslung one of his knapsacks to the ground before him and started to pick through it. He took out something that looked like a hockey puck, a handheld torch devise, and blade of some kind. Staed placed the puck-like device on the panel and pushed a button, and waited for a moment or two. A bar of light grow with each passing moment, and once it was full started to blink red. Staed pushed some more buttons and the red flashing stopped, and turned back into a strobing green. The Jawa gave the strobing a nod and opened the panel slowly.
Inside, wired to a myriad of cable conduits was a hexagonal shaped box of sorts, and mounted on top of it, a thermal detonator. Its trip wire was pulled taut on the panel door, but it hadn't gone off. Staed took his blade up in his free hand and gingerly sliced the filament thin wire. The cutting of the line gave an audible twang, but the detonator didn't go off. Staed opened the panel completely and reached in quickly to deactivate the detonator with a touch of his thumb before putting it in his knapsack for "safe" keeping.
With the crisis averted, the Jawa went to work checking the design of the locator and it's insertion points into the sips navi-com and communications. With the care of a surgeon Staed extracted the hexagonal box, tossed it to the ground, and stabbed it with his blade.
"En'reve'skaas cha'choota hes'ka Kar'akka, o eyeta."
The ship's read for the trip home, and yours Kar, my friend.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 21, 2014 10:02:06 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh's fingers were lingering over the controls to the ship, following the language that scrolled by with status reports, power readings, among many other things.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Thank you for this Staed. It has been too long since Jawa and Tusken have truly worked together. Hopefully your people will continue to aid us, and we can be allies when we take our place amongst the other civilizations in the stars."
Kar'Orzh saw a repeating character on the screen he was watching. Wondering what it meant, he waved Staed over. He pointed at the symbol that was the shield control for the ship.
=Kar'Orzh=
"This symbol keeps popping up. What does it mean? You seem to know the language a lot better than I do."
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Post by Staed on Mar 24, 2014 18:37:49 GMT -8
"Uuuuuh..."
ummmm
Staed said, as he scurried back to the console that Kar was at. It took him a minute to climb the chair and position himself, before looking at the screen.
"So'sok cho chitti juuvar, ob'revee'ka shooka ni'tri. Ut'urruzza okka' bo mambay... O'ka cha'booma ho'nokka."
Seems one of the fuzzzzik dampeners is out of sync. It's not a big problem... so long as no one shoots at us.
Staed managed a smile, though Kar obviously wouldn't be able to see it.
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Post by Nartaga on Mar 26, 2014 11:56:14 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh put his hand to the chin of his mask, and crossed his other arm across his chest, thinking.
=Kar'Orzh=
"One we land it we may be able to fix it. We can't very well have a ship that doesn't have fully functional shields. The Assault Shuttle had similar problems. Outsiders really don't take good care of their tech."
Almost as soon as the Tusken Engineer had finished his sentence a klaxon blared, and several turbolaser bolts flew past the ship, visible from the viewports in the cockpit.
=Kar'Orzh=
"Tempt fate and it finds a way to kick you where it hurts most! I thought you got rid of the beacon!"
Kar'Orzh ran over to a side control station and took hold of a joystick. Not knowing what to press, he followed the pictures as best he could. Readouts on weapons showed them at full power, and tapping several times on several different screens he was finally able to pull up weapons. He took control of the ion cannons, thinking them the best option, and began returning fire to the unknown enemy ship or ships following them.
=Kar'Orzh=
"We're sitting ducks so close to the sand. Can this ship make it into Orbit?"
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Post by Xyras on Mar 27, 2014 2:48:36 GMT -8
Sleeping during the day and walking at night, Xyras finally made it to civilization. She had ran out of her supply of water and food a day ago.
Stopping for a few minutes on the shaded side of a building she took in the sites. Her Jacket was dusty and hardly looked its normal black color, her clothes were covered in a thin sheen of tan dust. After walking in the out lands for a few days she seemed to blend in well enough.
Needing to find the hanger. "First things first." Muttering to herself.
Walking over to the shops, she found a vendor sell food and drink, buying a large cup of what she hoped to be water she continued her search for the hanger.
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Staed
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Post by Staed on Jun 1, 2014 9:46:11 GMT -8
"Ibana... Un'cirkoza's no reve oske, uk'le cho'cha. n'so lopi'unya're nimbat eske."
Yes... When we get to your encampment, we'll take a look at the ship. And not all off-worlders are ignorant.
"Ikee'd ukee nekkel juuv'Utukk'n! Hyee'hunya ust av'eyetasa. Ouw'cha'ikee, uh?"
I did you fuzzzzzeknnnng Tusken! They must of had friends nearby. How was I to know, huh?
Staed answered heatedly. As he scrambled from counsel to counsel, reading schematics like a madman.
"Nyeta. Ith'a ob'revee shooka ni'tri, wo'kee was'kka eni'kiluyak... Unghi e'obka esk tando, wo'kee da'shuna'shoosa."
No. With the dampeners out of sync, we'd burn up in the atmosphere upon reentry... Until the dampeners are fixed, we're going to have to go out shooting.
Staed answered with a slight tinge of regret in his voice. What had he gotten himself into? He was just fine in Toshe Station, why did he have to go and get into trouble with a Tusken? and for what exactly? it wasn't liek he was getting anything out of this deal, it was all going to the Tuskens. He looked at Kar, who was still manning one of the shuttle's many turrets. They were in it deep, maybe too deep? They weren't necessarily soldiers, but it seemed that they worked well as a pair, an odd couple of sorts.
The thought gave the Jawa a mirthful smirk of kinship, one that he hadn't felt in many seasons. With the thought, Staed was motivated into motion towards another counsel for the gun turrets. He scampered up the chair and planted himself in the seat in a flash. The monitor flickering to life with a slightly different display as Kar's.
"Ets keseeke'ow hyee'hunya utin ba'shoota'oni."
Lets see how they like ion cannon fire.
The Jawa stated as the aft ion cannon spooled up for a volley.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 1, 2014 16:16:52 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh cursed as his own shots missed several times. As the energy recycled back into the cannon's energy converter. The reactor hummed as it fed power to the weapons as they charged up for another volley. He only marked a slight difference in the cannon's cycling when Staed activated his own cannon. Staed cheered as Staed's first volley was soon followed by an explosion, one that was thankfully not their own ship blowing up.
-Kar'Orzh-
"Thank the Suns you are a better shot than I am with these things! Do we have scanners? Was that the only one following us?"
The Tusken Engineer kept the ship's guns hot but walked away from the station over the Staed, looking over his shoulder. The older Tusken put his hand on the Jawa's shoulder, as a sign of thankfulness.
-Kar'Orzh-
"Your species has always been underestimated, Staed. When we reach out to the stars, we will do it together. Tusken and Jawa. The Universe does not know what it is in for!"
Kar'Orzh laughed heartily.
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Post by Staed on Jun 3, 2014 18:15:54 GMT -8
"Ike'na sho'shootba tadata ba..."
I don't think I even aimed...
The Jawa answered surprised. Not knowing if the systems had automatic tracking, or if he had actually done it all on his own, before jumping to another counsel.
"Ibana, Ikee'ma a'chu noska... Esk reve'no chachoota."
Yes, I'm checking on that now... and I'm seeing nothing.
Staed answered as he slumped back into the seat, his body shaking slightly from the last hour or so of fight and flight.
Staed looked to the Tusken, and raised an eyebrow at Kar's rhetoric. He didn't know what to say to such things. To live among the stars had always been a dream, a lofty fairytale of sorts, but know... It was more and more a possibility.
"Dok lopima'sa..."
The Stars...
Staed said softly, as the ship continued on its original course towards the Enclave.
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Post by Nartaga on Jun 3, 2014 19:53:44 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh chuckled to himself at the amazement of the coming future he envisioned.
-Kar'Orzh-
"Well, we do still have a long way to go until we get offworld."
Kar'Orzh continued to watch the screen over Staed's shoulder. He pointed at a wide blob on the screen.
-Kar'Orzh-
"That looks like the mountains of the Enclave. Head towards it."
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jun 26, 2014 7:46:56 GMT -8
Music is far from tabu in the Crucible, although, there some music stiles are more encouraged. For some, just being left alone was a reward enough after the days training. Some others needed other ways to wind down. One of these ideas and possibilities one could win with good scores on their training was getting into the "Rave Cell". It was nothing but huge soundblasters, flash machines, lasers (the un-harmful kind) and insane house, hardcore and rave music. Some got a taste for it.
42 was one of them. When she entered Anchorage, people knew it. People could hear it.
THe custom made speeder bike hovered in slowly with blasting music so most of the small town could hear it. Some might like it, but hearing what usually goes on in Tatooine bars, most will not. SHe didnt care. She rode in with a 250 liter tank of water and an arsenal of Tusken weapons, all covered in sand. Even her. For a moment, people might think an other Tusken have showed up, if she didnt have the Lekkus. She was covered in cloth like a mummy, not too far from the Tusken stile but defenetley not tusken. It wasnt rags she was covered in, but very specific cloth.
42 rumbled in on her bike and parked it by a bar. She needed directions and information, and the best way to get it was a bar or a street vendor. Bar would be the best.
She got off the bike and checked her gear, for show. She wanted for all to see that she wore an E-11 in a holster and a nasty vibro blade on her back, just in case they would decide to come around and steal. Luckily, she had parked right outside the bar and she could most likely see the bike from a window.
She patted herself off to have less sand on her and went in. She would pay well for information about a tusken and a jawa looking for ship parts or an entire ship, see what comes up.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Jul 21, 2014 13:58:15 GMT -8
"Well... Look what we got here fellas." Said a particularly tall man in worker's overalls. His grease-smeared cloths spoke of his manual job, and his stature on how grueling it must be. He continued to regard the woman with a leering glare, as he leaned up against the outside of the bar, enjoying a deathstick with what looked like similarly dressed men.
"Too bad about all the wrappin's." Said another more rat fink looking man, as he took a long drag on his stick. "Hey, hunny, it's a crime ta be behind all of this cloths." He exhaled the smoke as he spoke, before smiling. "We can help ya out of em, if you'd like?"
"Sure we can." Exclaimed a third, his beady eyes giving his face a disproportionate feel, because of its full, and fat roundness.
A fourth man looked on, not saying a thing. He looked younger than the rest, and possibly was in the same line of work, but it didn't seem that heckling a young woman was his forte. Maybe he was out here to 'fit in', who could know? Despite his 'friends' harassing, he stayed silent and tucked back towards the door of the bar, puffing on a stick that anyone could tell he wasn't inhaling purposely.
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Post by Atia on Jul 21, 2014 14:20:50 GMT -8
42 got noticed at once, which was good because now she didnt have to make a scene to ask questions. The workerclass elite seemed to have been drawn to this nice establishment, so she might just get the information cheaply. It was their fault really. She walked sudectively up to the man whom suggested her undressing, the one with the rat snout. Her hips moved waved from left to right in the dimply lit bar like two cats fighting in a bag, gorgeous to behold. Since most men had jewels, most men sat relaxed when they had their legs open. She simply put her right combat boot on his chair, between rat faces thighs.
She leaned down on her right arm, firmly placing her elbow on her right thigh and took the deathstick from his mouth, taking a drag herself.
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"Sure baby. We can all go down an alley for some fun. Just tell me. Do you hunks know anything about a jawa and a tusken who came to town not long ago? Something about a ship?"
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Jul 26, 2014 10:21:15 GMT -8
Inside the bar, outside the bar... what did it matter? They were somewhere, anywhere, but most definitely at a bar.
The ratty man sat in awe for a moment, dumbstruck at the woman's blatant show of accepting his proposal. It only took a moment for him to regain his composure and give her a disgusting smile of lust.
"I guess you never know when you're going to get lucky, huh Garret?" He said to the taller man, as he started to caress her leg.
"We'll see how long she lasts, Hyrine." Garret replied as he circled on her, leering at her backside. "She's kind of scrawny for me, I hope I don't break her before you get in." He said with a sly smirk, his jaunting as disgusting as Hyrine's physical trespassing.
"Lets get this going." Added the beady-eyed worker across from Garret. His pudgy hands ringing over and over again in disturbing anticipation of an act too lewd to explain.
"Keep it in your pants, Sal. You know you'll be going last, right?" Hyrine answered, creeping his spindly fingers up the woman's leg, before turning to the lone, young man - who had still managed to remain silent this entire time. "Actually, Jules will be the last, sorry kid, pecking order and all. Greenhorns go last, nothin' personal." The three men laughed, amused at the young lad's continued silence.
"Miss..." Jules finally said. "Do you mean, Staed?" He stepped forward a bit, still shy and mousy. "Cause, he's the only Jawa that's around here, doing anything with ships."
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Post by Atia on Aug 1, 2014 6:15:01 GMT -8
-42-
"Good. You start, and tell me all about this jawa while I make us both happy."
She said to Jules, and simply walked out of the bar, with one short, longing look at the Cantina Crusaders. She took left at the closest corner, and left again.
-42-
"This looks like a nice private place."
42 said from around the corner as she found a small alley between huts. SHe was leaning towards the wall, ripe as a peach ready for taking. Hot as the third sun of Tatooine. As Mr Jules would get around the corner, she would have her hand on her belt, fingers on the buttons for stealth and sound distortion. The other hand was playing with Chun, the left lekku, and she looked up at her future victim like a hungry hungry schoolgirl.
-42-
"So... what about the jawa staed and the tusken and the ship?"
With the blade on her back, and the e-11 in the holster, she was ready to subdue a rancor. Someone looking like one would do too.
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