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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 10:12:07 GMT -8
*The History is Currently Unknown*
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Post by Staed on Jun 20, 2013 9:13:07 GMT -8
Staed stayed to the alleyways of the station with his hover-droid close behind, making sure that the inheritance didn't pay much attention to him. He was on a mission, a mission to find a lizard so he could make some credits. Credits, oh he loved credits. They were so shiny and they also were able to get him shinier things. Plus he had bartered Louie to thirty percent, that was almost unheard of. Staed almost let out an "Utinni" in excitement, before getting to the last junction of alleyways before Anchorhead's main thoroughfare.
With a timid look back and forth, Staed darted out into the sunlight, scampering through the throng of people going about their daily business. He would stay on the main street for now.
Every new arrival was sure to be somewhere on this patch of dirt, and how hard would it be to spot a lizard in a crowd?
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Post by Kashk on Jun 20, 2013 9:26:22 GMT -8
Kashk continued to look for Staed, which would have been easier if he knew what species Staed was. It could be anyone or anything, but Louie seemed squared away... At least it wasn't cold on Tatooine...
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Post by Staed on Jun 20, 2013 9:54:20 GMT -8
After an hour or so of trotting back and forth up and down the main street Staed considered he had to get a higher vantage point. He spied a stack of crates not too far away and climbed them in a hurry, his hover-droid following him faithfully to the top. Once at the top he seated himself on the edge, and took out his Electrobinoculars. With a flick of the activation button the device powered to life, giving the Jawa a grid-like readout of the swarming mass of people. Every now and then the binoculars would pinpoint a face with a box, giving the Jawa a close up of the passerby's face.
Staed's brow knit. Louie - as always - hadn't given him the complete story. "Hkeek nkulla, da poodoo Louija." Staed said as he panned left. His eye sight scanning the crowd until a box finally picked up a tall figure in the distance. Staed leaned forward, thumbing a button the adjusting the zoom. The box centered on the figure's face, bringing it up in a side display.
It was a scaly face, a reptilian face.
"Untinni!" Staed said while he jumped off the crates and scurried over towards the lizard. He pushed past people, his minuscule height causing people to think it had been the person passing by that had shoved them aside. Within a minutes time he had found the Trandoshan by the scaly legs he bore.
Staed jumped in front of the lizard and put up his hands in greeting. "Sabioto Eyeta. Na chadda Louija, y humeneez un toyneepa?"
The hover-droid sat above his head and wheezed before a monotone voice same from the speaker. Stop, friend. You are the one Louie sent. Where is the credit chip?
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Post by Kashk on Jun 20, 2013 10:12:12 GMT -8
Kashk was stopped by a Jawa. Listening the droids translation, Kashk chuckled to himself, it probably sounded like coughing to those listening. A kriffing Jawa. Kashk shifted the credit ship in his left hand up to his thumb. He flipped it over to Staed like one would flip a coin.
Here. I ssspent some creditsss off of it from the transssport from Mosss Eisssley.
Kashk then took his left hand in a fist and pounded his ches once with it.
I am Kassshk.
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Post by Staed on Jun 20, 2013 10:46:07 GMT -8
Staed caught the chip, and instantly plugged it into a data-pad which he seemed to produce from nowhere.
"Yo-Hakisewa..." Said the Jawa, his droid not translating it into basic for the Trandoshan. 4,000 "7 wasn't bad, but what did this lizard want?
"Cha Staed... Ryh da udda di? Louija hjida no hadda." Staed stated his arms crossing.
I'm Staed. What do you need? Louie wasn't very specific.
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Post by Kashk on Jun 20, 2013 10:59:40 GMT -8
Kashk flashed a toothy reptillian grin.
Ssship and jobsss. Whatever you have.
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Post by Staed on Jun 20, 2013 18:02:11 GMT -8
Staed didn't say anything for a moment, he was formulating something. For a Jawa his mind worked considerably fast, and no just in reverse engineering or basic machinery, but also economics, diplomacy and other areas that most Jawa lacked in.
"O reve iz da hap. Uza, nanao ba reve."
A ship I can do. A job, well that comes with the ship.
Stead said before waving for the Trandoshan to follow him.
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Post by Kashk on Jun 20, 2013 18:14:22 GMT -8
Kashk nodded to the Jawa and followed him. He seemed smarter than most Jawas Kashk knew, although, he didn't know very many. He had killed quite a few, but not gotten to know many.
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Post by Staed on Jun 21, 2013 9:59:45 GMT -8
Staed kept up a steady pace through the seemingly endless back allies of Archorhead and into the bowels of Toshe Station. He only looked back every now and then to make sure that the Trandoshan was able to follow him through some of the tighter spots. He had forgotten that the lizard had a good meter and a half if not more height than he did, and about 150 extra kilos in weight. Getting through such cramped spaces had become one of Staed specialties, helping him garner a name for sabotaging and all around cat-burglar for some of the crime syndicates on the planet.
"Sho sasa onabaa." Stead said just before ducking under to conduits, and tip toeing over a battery of power-couplings. "Oha, ne batta Tepkolee tah luopcuuea. ZZZZicha!"
We're almost there... Oh, and be mindful of the power couplings. ZZZZap!
Just beyond the power-couplings was a small makeshift door, barely big enough for the Trandoshan to fit through.
"Untaba tha Iza ome." Stead said as he opened the door and motioned for the lizard to enter the portal.
Welcome to my Home.
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Post by Kashk on Jun 21, 2013 10:08:21 GMT -8
Tight squeezes... Obviously this Jawa wasn't used to larger beings following him. I'll be he used these narrow passage ways for various dirty deeds. Kashk was starting to like this little one. Finally he stopped outside a small door. Kashk hoped he could fit. He gave a skeptical look to the Jawa, but then went inside.
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Post by Staed on Jun 24, 2013 20:35:19 GMT -8
Once clearing through the barely manageable doorway Kashk would be able to discern that they were underneath the station. Basically right under the landing platforms; ships of every shape, size and model were right above their heads. Staed followed Kashk in shortly after, scurrying ahead several paces into the dim of the subterranean dwelling. With a couple of clicks and a large spark, streams of hanging lights sprung to life illuminating Staed's residence.
It wasn't anything special, a cot made of old oily rags to one side and a series of piles or what seemed like scrap, junk and other odds and ends were littered about. It didn't seem to make sense, there didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to the piles; though Staed was searching through one now. He was frantically tossing biros, spindles of wire and cogs around. Finally he seemed to grasp what he was looking for an gave out an 'Untinni', before clambering over a pile of droid parts towards Kashk.
"Cha ossa dat hatti un Reve." Staed said slightly out of breath, before handing over an oddly shaped box.
Here's your key for the ship.
The box looked like it had been cobbled together from several transmitters and kept together by shear hope and prayers. There were several buttons and dials, none labeled, none colored, and none that seemed to make sense. Staed suddenly started to talk frantically, pointing from this to that.
"Cha tunnis beddht itb, tah badda. Teruhhta ver ge de hadda nadda badda, cha o sergityya... Ta batu ne heyyu."
The ones of the side scramble codes for doors, both ship and station. The ones on the front jam any anti-theft options, and the big red one... well that's a key.
Staed beamed under his hood and pointed up towards the station above.
"Cha nas ih Revee, sa batta."
You're ships await you.
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Post by Kashk on Jun 25, 2013 15:22:12 GMT -8
Kashk nodded to the Jawa, hopefully he would remember all of this. Stealing ships was dangerous work.
Any ssshipsss you have in mind? Alssso, what isss the job?
Kashk placed the box on a pouch on his hip.
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Post by Staed on Jun 25, 2013 20:21:27 GMT -8
Staed gave the Trandoshan a quizzical look... well, as quizzical a look one could get from two eyes under a hood.
"Oui no batta Revee, et Nubino chata YeTe... na totoba Neimotabato jato."
All of them work, I'd go with the Nubian or YT... I'd leave the Neimoidian-made scrap.
The Jawa stated, pointing up to the fuselages of a H-type Nubian yacht and a YT-1000 light freighter. Both looked considerably worn, but if the little Jawa said they would fly, they'd fly. The next ship was a Horizon-class Star Yacht that Staed seemed to just pass over before waving his hand at the last one on the furthest landing pad. A rather beat up and gritty looking Sheathipede-class transport shuttle sat in the groom. It was the Neimoidian made shuttle that Staed had warned against.
"Uts ik Reve. Ia notta ba chacca."
You pick the Ship, I'll get your cargo.
Stead said with a nod before diving once again into a pile of rubble, before pulling out a large metallic briefcase. The case was nearly the size of the small creature, and it took a considerable amount of strength for the Jawa to heft the case up and out of the pile, then drag it towards the Kashk.
"Tissa no chota ghialbata Kaasha nah hode. Ait hogya bahhatda cha topowwe baed gherriad vad ches ner roppe pa nadona nadda."
This is your cargo Kasha, don't you dare lose it. It's going to someone very powerful, and I'd advise you just do the drop and get your pay on the other end.
Staed dropped the case at the Trandoshan's clawed feet, then handed him a data-slate.
"Gha lascosha e kriptoso. Ne vatta ghatu won wudda che besado. Cho habataga locotahd benecon."
The location is encrypted. It will only work when you're airborne and heading in the right direction. Think of it as a locator beacon.
"No batta chobatta."
Now, get to it.
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Post by Kashk on Jun 26, 2013 15:54:16 GMT -8
Kashk slightly snarled at the Jawa. His name was Kashk, not Kasha, And all the secrecy, this type of stuff got smugglers like Kashk killed. But Kashk needed the credits. He could be more selective of the jobs when he didn't actually need the money. Kashk grabbed his cargo and headed for the YT-1000.
Any idea what isss in thisss or to whom exactly it isss going? I don't like all the sssecrecy. It tendsss to get sssmugglersss like me killed.
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Post by Staed on Jun 26, 2013 18:32:03 GMT -8
All the Jawa did, was point to the case in Kashk's clawed hand.
"Locotahd benecon, he totata nota."
The locator Beacon, That's you're ticket.
Staed bowed to the Trandoshan before scurrying off into a maintenance duct-works that several bundles of conduits ran through. There was no way for the lizard to follow. The Jawa knew the layout of his home, he wouldn't be found if he didn't want to be.
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Post by Kashk on Jun 27, 2013 5:33:46 GMT -8
Great... Kashk entered the YT-1000. It was a dump, but Staed said it would fly. Kashk secured the cargo, and strapped himself into to the pilot's seat. After running the pre-flight checks and verifying this thing would fly, Kashk places the data slate into the navicomputer. It would probably direct his hyperspace course. The sub-light engines whined as he throttled up and rose out of the hangar bay. he flew over Tosche Station and then puled back on the yolk and up on the throttle, headed into orbit, or so he thought. As soon as he cleared Tosche station, the navicomputer beeped, showing a way point for him to go to, on Tatooine. Kashk was a little comfused, why stay on Tatooine? He changed course to stay on Tatooine.
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 13, 2014 20:10:58 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh pulled up to Tosche Station in his speeder. He had pulled his cloak up, making sure none of his Tusken garb was visible. He parked off to the side, away from other vehicles, and lowered his head. Swinging off the speeder, he walked over to to one of the windows, and gazed inside. There were a few people inside, but he only saw one Jawa. Hopefully it would be the one he was looking for.
Stepping through the door, Kar'Orzh did not waste any time in advancing on the Jawa. He stepped to the left of the being, and looked down on him. The Tusken's Basic was good, but his accent was bad and the guttural native tongue of Tuskens leaked over, causing an almost raspy speech.
=Kar'Orzh=
"I was hoping you could help me, Jawa. Do you know one of your kind by the name of Staed? I am told he is a very talented mechanic."
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Post by Staed on Jan 14, 2014 19:49:37 GMT -8
Staed had been finishing a small amount of duct maintenance for one of the power conduits. Which ran throughout the station, supplying power to ships docked for repair or just the duration before lifting off again to continue their journey elsewhere in the cosmos. He often wondered how it would be elsewhere in the galaxy. It was a constant in the back of the little Jawa's mind, yet he - like all his kin - had found reasons not to explore other worlds. Staed gave the thought a huff, as he placed one of his many custom-crafted tools back into his tool sack, before slinging it over his shoulder.
Only then did he realize there was a shadow looming over him. There was an instant of panic, a primal fight or flight response that seemed to well up in the Jawa's body. His heart rate jumped and his legs began to twitch in readiness for him to scamper away, and this was all before even seeing who's shadow it was.
Staed looked up towards the gruff voice, his heart rate quickening at the glimpse of the familiar contours of a mask.... A Tusken? A Tusken in Espa, and looking for him? Staed fumbled with the idea of someone sending a Tusken for a package, or to deliver one... maybe kill him? Even that fact that this Tusken actually spoke the human's basic tongue, made Staed's mind reel. He was silent, before realizing he had to answer, even if only to lie...
The Jawa unslung his toll bag, dumping most of the contents to the metal floor, before immediately picking up a melon-sized hover droid. He gave the droid a hard wrap before it sputtered to life, hovering just up above the Jawa's head.
"Hapada? I ba toota no sa, Staed...Het ya nanniwah no rah hiki'a?" Stead said convincingly, the hover droid translating as he spoke.
Help? I'm not sure that I know a, Staed... Is he in some sort of trouble?
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Post by Nartaga on Jan 14, 2014 20:14:24 GMT -8
Kar'Orzh tugged at the sides of his hood, careful to also hide the wrapping on his hands and arms. He could tell the Jawa knew something. Lying was like second nature to them, it came from years of practice selling bad salvage to offworlders. But they were still very successful at what they did. Kar'Orzh had spent enough time around Jawas to be able to tell. Kar'Orzh shrugged and gave an explanation. Maybe this Jawa would be more inclined to help if he knew the story.
=Kar'Orzh=
"No, no trouble at all. The R'Crurak clan have a treaty with his former clan. We give them land and protection, and they help us in creating a ship, among other things....His name was dropped a few times by some of his former clansmen. I was just interested in hiring him for his abilities. Many of his kind are jealous of his abilities."
Kar'Orzh turned to look at some of the piles of junk around the station. No...not junk, scrap. There was a difference, though most who were raised around great technologies would consider it junk. The smallest scrap of metal could be used to make a weapon, or a patch for a speeder. But most dismissed it. Kar'Orzh had been trained to think otherwise.
=Kar'Orzh=
"I came here to find a talented Jawa, and one that live among the outsiders and hasn't been run off yet must be very good at what he does. Are you for hire? Surely you have heard of the R'Crurak clan. We are not violent. We offer peace and aid to those seeking it. We cannot offer much in the way of credits, but we have been conducting extensive salvage operations in the Wastes. We have a lot of salvage. Help us complete our goal and you can have a percentage of whatever is left....There are lots of ships out there we have yet salvaged. Ones outsiders have no knowledge of....."
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