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Post by Eliana Shan on Jun 3, 2013 16:26:59 GMT -8
*She kept walking, right past Aherk, seeming at first to ignore his question. She walked up the ramp, then sat down, swung her legs over the side, and put her head in her hands, her fingers slipping underneath the visor to cover her eyes. She stayed like that for at least fifteen seconds, her small frame allowing the Sullustans to load their cargo without her having to move, before finally looking back up, keeping her gaze resolutely forward, not glancing at her former Master.*
"I don't know. Probably either Yavin or Osarian. Why?"
*Her eyes started to sparkle, and her gaze fell back down to her hands. She had done everything she could over the past seven years to forget about them, to push it out of her mind that she would have to wait so long to see them ever again. If they didn't exist to her, then she wouldn't mourn their "loss". It had taken a while, but she had finally managed to do it. They had crept around in the back of her mind as of late, but that was only because of the timing. She still wasn't ready to let herself get excited, or maybe she had just emotionally shut herself down so much that she had truly stopped caring at all. But Aherk had just made her think about them, and he had inadvertently broken down one of the barriers that had been eroded by how close they were to completing their long wait.
She sniffled, once, then drew her legs back up and stood up again, still refusing to look at him.*
"It doesn't matter yet."
*She turned and continued up the ramp and into the ship, making sure that no one saw that Alena Karso had almost cried. No one was allowed to see that. Not anymore. Especially not Aherk Formidonis, or whatever he chose to call himself these days.*
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on Jun 3, 2013 18:56:54 GMT -8
"Give it less than a week and it will."
Aherk didn't know where they would turn up. A Jedi planet? A shadowport? In league with this aptly-named "Organization", even? He knew she had been running with a smuggler, and that this smuggler hadn't been present on Kamino all those years ago. He would have tracked him down, had he not heard that a man who matched the smuggler's visual profile almost exactly - the mayor of the shortly-independent Mos Espa, who had an eyepatch, cybernetic arm, long hair, and was of advanced age - had been gunned down in his office shortly after the dates shown on the security feed. Given how rampant the news had been in smuggler circles, it was almost impossible that the two weren't the same person, and that his old assassin droid had reached him first.
Jedi-friendly worlds, while also possible, were far from likely. Back then, she had been anything but a Jedi. Seeking friends at Yavin or Osarian might not be the first course of action a stubborn girl like Vidalu would have done, especially not while in the thrall of the dark side. This left the underworld as the primary possibility. The Wanderer was known to cling to outgoing vessels like a mynock, it was entirely possible she was once again aimlessly wandering the space lanes.
In any case, Aherk hadn't been able to keep tabs on her. He couldn't risk getting caught and upsetting the time stream entirely.
He didn't know where they would turn up. But he knew it'd be soon. Every fiber in his body could feel it, and he hadn't been able to feel the Force this strongly since he'd nearly died on Nal Hutta.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Jun 4, 2013 15:10:30 GMT -8
*If she heard his response, she didn't make any indication of it.*
"For someone who's supposed to be in a hurry, you sure are moving slow!" *she called out from inside the ship.*
*It was the closest she was going to get to the carefree, cocky attitude she had had seven years ago. And it was the last thing Aherk was going to get from her until they had left this place. She now had somewhere to be.*
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Post by Kaarn on Jun 8, 2013 8:20:24 GMT -8
The Hunter sat at a small, outdoor food-sellers' kiosk as the rain fell, not eight inches behind him. There was a plastic container of noodles in front of him, steaming hot but sitting neglected, as the Hunter's attention was completely drawn to his datapad, where he was currently scanning the less-desirable corners of the holonet for bounties.
One would come along, soon enough.
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Post by Makia Speer on Jun 18, 2013 14:01:33 GMT -8
YaY!
Makia sqeeled, wrapping her arms flamboyantly about Kurayami's neck, mere seconds after he'd seated himself. Without letting go, she looked toward the Nagai and arched an eyebrow, putting on a very convincing impatient look.
So! are you going to tell us who or what we get to kill or blow up?
Suddenly, with somewhat of a frantic shock, Makia realized there was nothing to drink on the table. What the kriff was she going to do now? People went to these places to drink their troubles away. HOW COULD SHE DO THAT WITHOUT---. With a sigh, she released Kurayami and folded her hands in her lap, suddenly sitting up strait and watching Horatio with a strangely calm, and attentive stare.
With a sigh, and narrowing of his eyes, Horatio looked down at his clasped hands, waiting on the woman to settle down so she'd actually listen to him. After a few moments he looked at the two, who had, obviously just met. A frown seemed always plastered to the creature's face as he spoke.
I don't want you to kill or blow up anything. I simply need a package delivered.
He waited for the wave of disappointment to come crashing down on him, sent by Makia herself. Delivery of a package didn't seem at all dangerous. Before she could yell at him, he lifted a boney pale finger and continued.
Uh, you have to catch the package first, and it won't be easy, mind you.
Glancing around the room for a moment, he pressed his fingers together, wondering if the two would ask any questions. Figuring people first started with asking them questions.
Where is it and what kind of friends does it have?
Makia asked, pointedly as she narrowed her eyes. She never liked having to ask questions. She was about to go on a seriously dangerous mission, supposedly, and her employer was asking HER to figure out HIS bloody errand! He should figure it out himself!
Or do you need me to figure that out for you?
Jedi.
Horatio said, in a rather relaxed manner. He leaned back in his seat, watching Makia's expression shift from boredom to intrigue. He knew he had her hooked now. There was nothing more dangerous than going up against trained force users, be them light or dark, and Makia seemed to gravitate toward extremely dangerous situations. A quirk of a smile tugged at his lips for a half second as he added slyly...
Felucian Jedi...
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Post by Kurayami Bloodborn on Jun 18, 2013 14:23:32 GMT -8
Kurayami didn't react all that much as Makia flung her arms around his neck when he sat down. His eyes were fixed on the Nagaian in front of them, though he was paying attention to Makia as well, particularly because she was practically hanging off of his neck. He addressed Makia first.
I am glad that you are so excited to see me after our recent and very short lived separation.
He turned his full attention to the Nagaian across from them now, addressing him directly.
A package? Really, you are coming to me to deliver a package? You do realize that my line of work involves the capture, transport, and killing of selected targets, or failing to find any well paying work in that line, a soldier of fortune? But you want me to be a delivery boy?
The fact that he was less than pleased by this turn of events was not hidden in his voice in the least. He had spent years refining his skills and his marksmanship. Now he was reduced to a simple package running job? So much for a hunt.
Oh, now it's just a capture mission? Sounds only slightly better than before and still less than deserving of my time...please give me more reason, and a damn good one, to change my mind on this fact.
He went quiet as he listened to Makia ask her questions and the man's answers. So it got a little more intersting than he had expected and dealing with Jedi could indeed be challenging at the best of times.
Felucian Jedi? Fine you have my attention...for now. What exactly are you sending us after and how much does it pay?
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Post by Makia Speer on Jun 19, 2013 12:59:46 GMT -8
Horatio frowned, more with his eyes than with his expression, as he pressed his boney fingers together more firmly. The Nagai's gray orbs seemed piercing, even as lifeless as they were. Regardless to emotion or living thought, there was certainly a great deal of irritation behind his eyes. His voice almost cracked like a tightened band when he spoke.
Who invited you anyway? This Mi-----
Me!
Makia suddenly squeed, grinning from ear to ear.
You What?
The Nagai snapped, darting his eyes over to the black haired humanoid with a sneer or annoyance.
I invited him... Remember?
She said, suddenly in a very convincing, sheepish and timid voice. A small playful grin danced across her face as she huddled into the back of the seat. Her eyes remained transfixed on the Nagai, though, inwardly she was already put off by the planet Felucia. She waited for more details.
Yes..... yes you did.
Horatio grumbled, looking back to the both of them with a frown. He figured he'd best get on with the details of the mission before he lost Kurayami's support and Makia's .... attention.
There's a father out there, an Echani father to be exact, looking for his little girls. One of them has already been obtained. The other one is safely tucked away in a Jedi base on the planet Felucia.
He paused for a second, peering at Makia with intense eyes.
Your expression says you've been there before... It's not a very fun place. Furthermore, the Jedi there are less than willing to allow this father to reclaim his child. It's a rather sad predicament, isn't it?
He tilted his head slightly, slipping his hand under his cloak and grasping something thin and folded.
He's willing to pay...generously for the return of his little girl. Still interested?
He waited pensively.
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Post by Kurayami Bloodborn on Jun 22, 2013 15:39:21 GMT -8
Kurayami chuckled when Hortatio addressed him again. Makia's reaction was a bit more...enthused than he had expected.
Well, I certainly didn't invite myself...so that only leaves one person...
He pointed to Makia in the seat next to him.
Her.
The change in her tone after Horatio addressed her was something that was interesting to the Mandalorian raised Corellian. Horatio seemed to grudgingly accept this fact now.
So we are just going to get some father's kid back. A Jedi base on Felucia? Wait...the Felucian Jedi Conclave? I'm not looking to really head back there anytime soon...they weren't my biggest fans.
When Horatio slipped his hand into his coat, Kurayami's own tightened on th grip of his left Ripper, ready to draw if need be. When he saw what he produced his grip relaxed, though didn't let go.
Depends on the amount, I'm not going back there without a hell of a payday for both me and the little lady.
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Post by Makia Speer on Jul 6, 2013 16:25:23 GMT -8
Makia's posture changed little during the conversation. In fact, one might say she didn't move at all. Her eyes remained fixated on the Nagai, intent on the words both men were speaking, but her mind had long sense wandered far, far away.
~I can't go back there. Too many memories....to much loss~
Secrets, and forgotten pieces of your mind....did you forget about that?
Why should I remember?
BECAUSE! You might find something to help us! Maybe then you can---
....stop trying.
Exactly. Maybe then you can find out why he left you, and why they everyone else seems to.
And... fix it?
No, of course not! You can never fix it. No one will ever trust you after all we've done. No one will ever remain with you ever again. Stop hoping!
Then why should I find out....why?
Because. Then maybe you can learn how to live with it, rather than how to die for it.
I live with that unknown reason every day, now and forever anyway. What's the point in remembering?
Knowledge is power.
You sound like a Jedi....who are also there....
You're right. I don't like those.
Neither do I...
Well then, at least we could kill them...or something.
Why grant them what I can never have...?
Because you don't really want death! I am above that! Even if you're not.
But we are the same....
NO! You are weaker. You've always been so. That is why I'm here! That is why we're going back!
The Nagai frowned, taking his thin right-hand fingers and stroking his chin in thought.
One must wonder why the Jedi would keep the child so protectively. What ever the case, I'll give you 375,000 now, and the same amount after. What say you?
Horatio asked, tilting his head and slowly sliding the folded thin package toward Kurayami.
NO!
Makia shrieked, thrusting a jagged edged knife into the metal tabletop, centimeters from Horatio's gray skinned fingers.
Sorry.... uh.... what was the question.... um, yes, sure, k.
She paused for a moment, releasing her left black gloved hand from the knife and peering down at it with slitted green eyes. Suddenly, she looked up as if waking from a dream, dazed and a little confused.
Wait... I mean. I'm not going back to Felucia...
YES YOU ARE!
No I'm not! .... sorry....
She pursed her lips, letting out a long sigh and resting her elbows on the table and her chin on her woven fingers.
Horatio seemed a little stunned by the loud events, but not so much so that he was unable to react. Looking over at Kurayami for a brief moment, he turned his cold dead orbs to the woman and slowly reached out his hands, wrapping his fingers around both her wrists and looking her in the eye. His tone was different than It had been seconds before. It had a strange, chill, calm to it.
I know what you're afraid of. But you and I both know it's best to face it. There's more than one reason I came to you for this task Marki.
For that brief, strange second, the Nagai seemed like he genuinely cared about Makia, but that second faded quickly. His eyes darted over to the knife still jutting out of the table and he frowned.
And that's one of mine. Thank you for returning it.
He reached forward, plucking it from the metal and slipping it back into his vest. Folding his hands before him he once more looked to Kurayami, lifting an eyebrow.
So, what'll it be?
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Post by Kurayami Bloodborn on Jul 6, 2013 16:46:45 GMT -8
Kurayami took his time thinking things over as his gaze shifted between Horatio and Makia. The fact that she wasn't paying attention, either didn't register with him or he just wrote it off as a quirk of hers.
375,000 now, and an equivalent amount when the job is done? That is a good deal. Consider me onboard, and consider yourself dead if you don't pay after the fact.
Kurayami reached out with his right hand and took the folded package, slipping it into his utility belt before Makia flipped out.
Yes, Makia we are going back to Felucia. Trust me dear it isnt exactly somewhere that I care to revisit either...wonder if that Stealth X I was flying is still there?
Kurayami watched the display of affection between the two and felt a twinge of something. Jealousy perhaps? Maybe, but he doubted that, he wasn't the type who was usually into long term relationships at this point. Or at least that was what he told himself to quiet the voices telling him that he just wasn't going to find that right person. But the moment passed as quickly as it came and Horatio grabbed his knife from the table. He chuckled slightly.
Well, this should be an interesting venture in the end I'm sure.
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Post by Makia Speer on Jul 11, 2013 7:46:32 GMT -8
But I don't wana!
Makia blurted out. After a few seconds of clear pouting she looked at both men and folded her arms. Her green eyes turned into annoyed slits and she huffed a strand of black hair from her face.
Ok, fine. Let me just get my blasters back, some idiot left them scattered in peaces back at the bar.
With a sigh of irritation, she didn't bather with asking Kurayami to get up and allow her passage. Pushing herself up, she placed her feet in the booth she'd been sitting in and catapulted herself backwards, over the back of the seat and onto the bench behind them. Thankfully there weren't others sitting there, but even if there were, Makia would have probably preformed her acrobatics anyway. With a brisk stride, she walked away from them to retrieve her weapons, and probably another drink to dampen the pangs of stupidity she'd endured by agreeing to go back to Felucia.
Ah, she's an interesting one. I've never been able to put a finger on all the problems that plagues that girl.
Horatio said, peering over Kurayami's shoulder, toward the retreating form of Makia. Sighing, he looked back to Kurayami with a serious expression.
She gets the job done, but there's a.... considerable risk with working with her. Some times you just have to bring her down to your level and be straight with her. It spirals down rather quickly when she gets like that.
Pausing, he shook his head, giving a rye smile and closing his eyes.
And you don't have to worry about my not paying you. I don't poke at death like my brother did. This same mission claimed his life. There's a very good reason I'm getting someone else to do it! hah.
He cleared his throat and added quickly...
Someone capable... of course.
Shrugging, he looked down at his clasped hands and took hold of a glass he'd managed to get from the waitress before Makia'd barreled into her.
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Post by Kurayami Bloodborn on Jul 11, 2013 17:26:45 GMT -8
Sorry Makia, but we are going. 375,000 is nice enough for me to not pass up the offer. And you are coming with since you invited me anyways.
Kurayami's tone was not one that was soft right now. He wanted the money and this woman was not about to stop him from getting it. He laughed as she huffed and narrowed her eyes at him. He had only taken apart one blaster, he was unaware that she was carrying another. He shrugged, didn't matter to him.
Her acrobatics were seemingly not out of place, but they were a bit strange still. He tilted his head at the display, wondering if it was meant to impress him, show her skill, a combination of the two, or neither. She was a very interesting woman to him, he had to admit. Horatio began to address Kurayami and he listened quietly as he watched Makia.
She is quite the interesting young woman indeed. As for trying to figure out all of the problems that plague her, well either she'll work them out in time or she is doomed to continue to live with the hellish feeling of never having that weight lifted from her shoulders. I don't doubt that she can get the job done and as for the risk I have no issue with that. As for bringing her down to my level and how to deal with her, I can easily manage to figure it out, though I thank you for the tip.
Kurayami nodded when Horatio filled him in about his brother's demise on the same mission. It mattered little to the former Mando and current bounty hunter.
I am glad to hear that you will be paying, however your brother deserved what he got for poking death. I may do much the same at times but I do take into account the odds unlike most Corellians. Usually the odds are in my favor though, so I don't worry about it too much. I don't mind doing it since the price is right. Capable is a good word to use I have to say.
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Post by Makia Speer on Jul 16, 2013 13:25:21 GMT -8
The Nagai shrugged. He wasn't too fond of his brother anyway. The lack of concern for the story, shown by Kurayami made Horatio smile slightly. They weren't so different. Seeing how he dealt with Makia would be an interesting thing to watch, if not entertaining. Recalling how his brother's partner ended up being the death of him, the Nagai wondered if the same thing would happen here, and if so, who would be the death of who?
Don't worry. Her reluctance will ware off once she starts working again. It's been a while, at least to my knowledge.
He closed his eyes with a thin smile.
Most of the time she's harmless.
Meanwhile, Makia was sitting at the bar again, drinking something heavily alcoholic, while putting her blasters back together. Slipping the power clip back into the last one, she accidentally let her finger slip and pull the trigger. A perfectly aimed shot would scream toward Kurayami's left shoulder, just as the last word left Horatio's lips.
Luckily, the power setting was on low, but it would still probably knock the man forward, if not put a mark on his armor....he did have armor on ... right?
Oh! ... Yay! it works again!
Giggling in a manner that suggested the influence of alcohol (but probably wasn't) Makia slipped the blaster back where it had once rested at her hip. Without further pause, she leaped from the bar stool and pranced back over to the two men, pausing at the table and attempting to slide past Kurayami, and into her seat again. When she figured that it wouldn't work so well, she simply settled herself in the bounty hunter's lap as comfortably as she could, considering he was in armor...hopefully.
Sooooo ....
She said, leaning forward and peering at Horatio.
Are you gona come with us? Or are you going to hide under a rock like your brother didn't?... Personally I'd choose the rock heh!
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Post by Kurayami Bloodborn on Jul 17, 2013 19:07:00 GMT -8
Kurayami kept a watchful eye on Horatio. The smile was not exactly the response he had expected upon Kurayami's comment about Horatio's brother having died on the very same mission that he was now being sent on. He wasn't finding Makia to be too much of a pain to deal with thus far, in a strange way it was a comfort to have her around. Any companion or partner was always a good thing because if nothing else, when things went south it was some one else for the enemy to shoot at. He shrugged the thought off, perhaps Makia had other contacts that could bring more work, so he would make sure she got back alive at the least.
I should hope so, and when you say awhile how long are we talking exactly? Harmless or not, I'm not worried about it honestly. When my number is up then it's up, can't do a damned thing about it.
He looked over towards the bar where Makia sat, drinking yet again, and reconstructing her blasters. He hadn't field stripped them or anything, just taken out a couple of components. So it didn't take all too long for her to get them back in working order. As Horatio stopped speaking Kurayami heard the blaster shot, left side, right about where Makia was seated. A few milliseconds later and his body lurched with the impact of the blaster bolt on his armor. He was more than thankful that his armor was highly durable, he shook his head as she giggled and made her way back over before....sitting down in his lap? Where was she getting the idea that this was okay, at all? Sure he had armor on, but he had met this woman not even a few hours earlier.
Yes, yes it does...oh wait you meant the blaster, right...I am quite happy your blaster works again Makia. Considering how little I did to the weapon itself if it didn't, well then I would just feel oh so bad for you. Either way, I hope you know how to clean armor because that is what you are going to be doing on the way to Felucia, cleaning every inch of the armor so that when we step off and onto the planet, the Jedi will have to keep their heads down or risk being blinded by how much it shines. Understand? Good. Glad we are clear on that.
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Post by Makia Speer on Jul 18, 2013 20:13:05 GMT -8
Horatio just laughed, even as the trigger happy Makia sat in her blaster shot victim's lap. He never could figure out what her next move would be, and he'd decided to give up...completely.
I'll stay under the rock, unless one of you kills the other one.
He slipped Kurayami another piece of paper with a smug grin on his ashen features.
There's my com. Contact me as soon as you have the package in hand and off planet.
With another sip of his drink, he stood.
Have fun you two. Play nice.
And with that, the Nagai nodded, repainted his expression of solemn apathy, and walked out of the club.
Psh, idiot.
Makia scoffed as Horatio turned his back. Leveling her blaster, she closed one eye and peered hard at the back of the Nagai's head.
I never play nice...
She waited to see if Kurayami would stop her from blasting his pay check's head off, and more so, how he would stop her. After a few seconds, holding her threatening stance, she slipped her blaster away and giggled.
Heh, just kidding!
With a cute little smile, she leaned back against the armored man's chest and scowled. Her voice dropped slightly in tone, smoothing out into something less insane.
You know.... You'd be a lot more comfortable without all that armor on.
She turned slightly to look up at him, and tilted her head to the side. Reaching up her left hand, she spread her fingers, as if to show him there wasn't anything harmful in it, and placed it gently on the side of his helmet.
Come to think of it... You're going to have to take it off, eventually, if you want me to shiny it up for you...
She said with a grin, as she slowly attempted to release his helmet from his head.
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Post by Kurayami Bloodborn on Jul 18, 2013 21:01:04 GMT -8
Kurayami took the proffered slip of paper from Horatio. He slid that into his pocket as well alongside the half he had been paid up front.
I don't kill my partners, I keep them alive, so I suppose you will be staying under your rock, hmmm?
Kurayami laughed as he was told to play nice. Makia leveled her blaster at the back of Horatio's head and made her comment about playing nice. He was going to move to grab her arm and wrest it down to at least hit the Nagai in a less vital area. Thankfully she lowered the weapons on her own.
Yes, he seems a little slow to be honest. Don't worry about playing nice, this likely won't remain too terribly friendly for long. I can handle you no matter if it's friendly or not.
Kurayami made no move to stop her from leaning back and he laughed slightly when she scowled, though the change in her tone of voice was something that was at least somewhat comforting.
Yes, I suppose I would be more comfortable without the armor on. You can find out sometime if you like...if you are a good girl...
When she turned to him and tilted her head he smiled down at her. Her left hand reached up towards his helm, finger spread wide to show that she wasn't holding anything harmful in them, before placing her hand on the side of his helm.
You do have a point Makia, when you are polishing it I will have to remove it.
He took her hand surprisingly gingerly in his and shook his head at her.
That time is not yet though my dear...
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Post by Benjamin 'Smitty' Smith on Jul 22, 2013 16:29:23 GMT -8
As Ben and his two guests landed he took one look at the sensors and started the extra lock down procedures then he turned to the two near by and said "When your ready girls i am."
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Post by Garwig Gil Ga'Mesh on Jul 23, 2013 6:45:39 GMT -8
As Ben and his two guests landed he took one look at the sensors and started the extra lock down procedures then he turned to the two near by and said "When your ready girls i am." =Sharron Octavia and Veroni Nova= Taking off their accelerator straps, the girls got out of their seats and stood.=Sharron= "I'm ready." =Veroni= "Me too." =Sharron Octavia and Veroni Nova= The two girls would say to Smitty, then they'd exit the ship via it's boarding ramps on it's either it's portside or starboard side. Once out of the YU-410, they along with Smitty would find their way out of the spaceport hangar and into the streets of New Vertica. It's streets filled with junk, it's atmosphere and air feeling humid as well as dirty as it showed how greatly polluted Nar Shaddaa was from the great CO2 emissions sent into it's atmosphere. Various sentient beings of many alien races, as well as humans and near-humans would be walking the streets too. Airspeeders visible many miles above the streets traveling in the many skylanes above that were inbetween the tall skyscrapers, while the planet of Nal Hutta itself was possible to see in the dark sky due to Nar Shaddaa itself being that planet's moon as it orbited it. Nar Shaddaa as they said, was very much like Coruscant, but just more dirty and it's crime even worse.=Sharron Octavia= "Keep your eyes open and alert for anything here, Smitty. There's a reason why Nar Shaddaa is nicknamed the Smuggler's Moon. The amount of crime and shady dealings practically fill every one of it's streets. So make sure your wallet is secure as well as any weapons." The togruta told Ben, while Veroni too made sure her lightsaber was at her side. Sharron's lightsaber was on her person too, and both of them made sure their wallets were secured in zipped-up inner pockets of their armorweave robes. The streets could get very nasty on the Smuggler's moon. It was often one could see someone being beaten up in an alleyway by thugs, though it was best to avoid getting involved in such disputes as they were almost rampant throughout New Vertica. One person couldn't get get involved in everything, and it was unknown what consequences getting involved in a dispute could result in, not to mention the group of three weren't police. Various slythmongers selling spice and prostitutes of various species including modified BD-3000 droids tried to interest passerby's into giving them money for their services.=Veroni Nova= "Be on the lookout for any shops that sell droids or droid parts. And try to not get into any fights unless if someone provokes you." The twi'lek said as she kept scanning the many shops they passed by to see if any of them said "droid shop" or something similar on their entrances. It was that which they were looking for, and if the first droid shop didn't have what they were searching, they could go to another as many droid shops could be found in the city. |
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Post by Benjamin 'Smitty' Smith on Jul 23, 2013 7:42:52 GMT -8
Ben nodded and opened the port ramp and walked down it then he closes it using the remote that came with the ship and he tucks it in to a deep pocket under 2 layers of clothes then he puts his lightsaber in the same place and buttons up the coat and makes sure his swords are loose in their sheaths for fast draws and he looks at the strange lettering looking for the english translations as he follows the girls around.
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Post by Garwig Gil Ga'Mesh on Jul 23, 2013 16:02:15 GMT -8
Ben nodded and opened the port ramp and walked down it then he closes it using the remote that came with the ship and he tucks it in to a deep pocket under 2 layers of clothes then he puts his lightsaber in the same place and buttons up the coat and makes sure his swords are loose in their sheaths for fast draws and he looks at the strange lettering looking for the english translations as he follows the girls around. =Veroni Nova and Sharron Octavia= Continuing their walk about the streets, the two Jensaarai ladies along with Smitty kept their eyes peeled for any stores that in any shape or form had droids for sell. As they walked, a rodian slythmonger came by and walked up to Ben.=Rodian slythmonger= "Hey there. Want some deathsticks? I got some deathsticks if you'd like to have any." =Veroni Nova= "He doesn't want any, thank you very much." She said and gestured with her left hand for him to shoo away.=Rodian slythmonger= "Well would you want to buy some banthazolate, madam?" =Sharron Octavia= Going up to the rodian and waving her right hand in front of the slythmonger's face, she used the Force to mind trick the man and spoke the suggestion to him."You don't want to sell anything to any of us...=Rodian slythmonger= The pupils in his eyes looking completely dilated while in the trance done to him by the togruta, the Rodian repeated."I don't want to sell anything to any of you..."=Sharron Octavia= "You want to go home and play games on the Holonet..."=Rodian slythmonger= "I want to go home and play games on the Holonet..."
The rodian repeated as the togruta kept waving her hand in front of his face, then turned around and began to walk the way to his residence. Completely forgetting the group and leaving them alone.
=Sharron Octavia=
Breathing a sigh of relief, Sharron looked to the others and spoke.
"Come on. Let's continue looking shall we?"
She said, and the group of three continued looking for a shop that was in the trade of droids in any shape or form. Even if it were a droid part shop, the owner might know of a decent store nearby that sold actual droids.
After about less than five minutes of walking in the streets, the group of three would come across a small store with a neon-lit sign in Huttese saying, "Bargon Droi Bunko," meaning in Galactic basic, "Bargain droid palace." Looking at the other two, the red twi'lek spoke to them as she stopped then turned her head to look at the sign.
=Veroni Nova=
"This looks like a such a place. I say let's go in."
Seeing Sharron nod to her, Veroni would look to Smitty to see his reaction. If he nodded, the group of three would enter the shop. The sliding door opening and a bell ringing upon them stepping in.
=Klatooinian droid seller=
"Hey hey! Welcome! May I help you with anything here!?"
The Klatooinian man said after noticing the group of three entering his shop. Throwing to the side a washcloth he was using to clean off some transparisteel counters that contained droid parts. Waiting to hear from any of the three of what he could help them with. At least if they had money on them.
=Sharron Octavia and Veroni Nova=
Looking at Smitty, the two girls waited to see if he wanted to go up to the Klatooinian to ask him if he sold the type of droids he was looking for. If he didn't want to do it, the togruta or the twi'lek would do so instead.
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