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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 22, 2015 10:08:55 GMT -5
Rena shrugged, leaning back in her seat as they broke through the clouds. "I suppose that makes one of us..." She took the chance to get a decent view of the planet below, noting what few buildings were visible as well as any natural landmarks in the area. She didn't know how long they'd be here, it didn't hurt to understand the lay of the land.
As Oskara's voice rang over the intercom and they finally touched down on the surface she rose from her seat. "I suppose I'm going to get to go find out. I'll meet you back there." She turned, starting down the hall to join the others.
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 22, 2015 10:20:17 GMT -5
Ryloth wasn't a terribly interesting place, the area they were in being populated with sparse amounts of local flora and fauna. They were surrounded by rocky formations, and tall spindly trees with long leaves that drooped and reached desperately for the ground. The only area of note was Nabat, with its stone buildings and landing pads leading to tunnels into the mountain that made up the underground settlement. It was far from a major city, being no more than a small town, but it was still larger than Mos Shuuta.
Entering the cargo hold revealed that someone, either Oskara or Sasha, if not both, had taken to cleaning and tidying the ship. In fact, she hadn't noticed it right away, but now Rena could tell that the foul smell had all been but vacated from the ship, replaced with a more clean, artificial aroma. "Here," started Oskara, offering Rena the broken chitinous shell from one of the two prison cells. "We found these while we were cleaning. If it's some sort of creature, I want to make sure it didn't shed and isn't hiding in the ship." What a lovely thought.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 22, 2015 10:26:45 GMT -5
Rena quickly noted the difference in smell, she had already been braced for the worst and her hand came down sheepishly as she realized there wasn't any odor to block. "...You got a lot done for such a short trip..." She commented before having a strange shell shoved at her.
"Excuse me?" Her eyes went from Oskara down to the shell as she processed the order. Holding it out, she took a moment to study it. The shell was spun around in an attempt to find any distinguishable markings.
Xenology: 4 Success, 3 Advantage
Outer Rim: 4 Success, 2 Advantage
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 22, 2015 10:34:45 GMT -5
Oskara was just being cautious, though perhaps a bit paranoid as well. Either way, it was clear that whatever shed this shell, and something certainly had, wasn't a small creature, and couldn't have done so in order to hide itself on the ship. No, whatever it was had to have been some sort of intelligent insectile species. Insectile species would sometimes shed their outer shell in order to grow and heal, so the bits of chitin did not necessarily suggest that the creature had been killed. Considering Trex's methods and penchant for brutality, it was very likely that whatever this creature had been, it had suffered a similar barbaric fate as B'uara B'an had.
Upon further inspection, Rena could note ridges and cracks in the chitin, revealing a fine red dust within. The only planets that Trex's ship was capable of going to, from what Pash mentioned, would be Geonosis, meaning Trex had to have had a Geonosian captive. The curious markings on the shell were clearly some sort of clan or ownership markings. Perhaps if Rena kept the piece of chitin handy, she might be able to find someone who could identify its exact origin.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
Rena's Xenology: 2 Success, 1 Advantage
Rena's Outer Rim: 3 Success
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 22, 2015 10:42:46 GMT -5
Rena offered the shell back to Oskara once she was done, "...Geonosian most likely, given what we know of where Trex frequented. I doubt there's one hiding in the walls of the ship, whoever this belonged to is likely long gone." She did take a moment to point out the markings she had found. "I think there's some sort of clan markings on it, we could likely find out more if it matters."
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 22, 2015 10:48:18 GMT -5
Oskara shrugged, offering the shell to Sasha. "It wouldn't hurt to hold onto," she said. Sasha stood from her crouched position, having been organizing her impressive backpack, to take the shell and inset it into one of the pack's many pockets.
With that business over with, the bounty hunter turned to face B'uara, who was busy holding himself up by resting against an empty crate. "These friends of yours, can we get them to inform us if anyone from Tatooine happens to dock while we are still here in Nabat?" It wasn't a bad idea. Teemo would certainly have bounty hunters after them, and it was only a matter of time before that transponder gave away their position, if it hadn't already.
"Absolutely," answered the old Twi'lek. "My cause has sympathizers among the spaceport staff. We'll make sure you're kept informed, and that the Nighthawk is safely docked, and any repairs that are needed will be carried out and paid for by my contacts," he assured them. Quite generous.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 22, 2015 10:53:17 GMT -5
Rena cleared her throat as the Twi'lek's discussed strategy. "What exactly are we going to be doing while our ship is being fixed up Captain? I don't believe that's ever been made clear. I... assume we don't plan to stay on Ryloth much longer than we have to?"
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 22, 2015 10:56:04 GMT -5
Oskara hefted her rifle from its sling around her chest, giving it a once over to make sure all was well. "We're going to see to it that B'uara is delivered to his people," she started, nodding at the frail blue Twi'lek. "Then we're going to make sure we get the updates we need to the Nighthawk's systems so we can leave this part of the Outer Rim behind."
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 22, 2015 11:00:48 GMT -5
Rena nodded, accepting that answer. "Makes sense. Not much we can do with the few worlds that Trex has in his system, and it does leave us easy to find if we're stuck to those few planets..." She muttered to herself as she thought, eventually looking back to Oskara. "What do you need me to do while we're here?"
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 22, 2015 11:09:19 GMT -5
Oskara adjusted her lekku with her free hand, returning her blaster to its resting position with the other. "Whatever you please, miss Ferran." The formal name sounded quite odd after being referred to as Rena up until that moment. "We all fled Teemo for our own reasons, but I banded us together for our skills. Pash is an excellent pilot. Sasha I trust with my life and can learn the lay of any land. I possess contacts and a necessary skill for dealing with those that would stand in our way. You have a way with words and a head full of knowledge. Here during downtime, there is no use for a pilot in the streets. A scout can gain very little in the market. You will do as you see fit, but you will stick close, as Teemo's thugs could be around any corner."
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 22, 2015 11:16:23 GMT -5
Rena seemed surprised at that answer, she hadn't realized Ryloth was being treated as downtime until Oskara said as much. "I guess I'll go check the markets then... We could use some supplies more suited for... civilized people. Given what I've seen of how Trex kept this ship I'd rather not touch anything he still had here. Give me a list of anything you want and I'll try and get it."
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 22, 2015 11:29:53 GMT -5
The Twi'lek jabbed her thumb towards Sasha, who stood from her bag again and produced a datapad. "Sasha has our list. You can join her in supplying the ship, after we deal with B'uara."
"My people will repair and refuel your ship, but any other supplies you may need, we cannot afford to give away. I trust you understand." As he finished speaking, the sound of landing struts hitting the metal of a landing pad echoed throughout the ship, and there was a slight sinking feeling before the hydraulics compensated for the drop.
Oskara hit the landing control, and a rush of fresh air and some dust entered the ship's cargo bay. Apparently it was windy outside, and hot. "Come, come, we should get to my people, and out of this infernal sun," he said, taking the lead out of the cargo bay, with Oskara following closely behind. Then went Sasha, and not long after Pash left the cockpit and gave Rena a clap on the back, following her out the ship.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 22, 2015 11:36:17 GMT -5
Rena nodded. The idea of working with Sasha was just fine with her and the scout's backpack would be useful for carrying everything. As the dust and hot air blew through the lowered ramp she couldn't help a sigh, she'd expected the heat based on what she knew and saw of the world on their way in but that didn't mean she had to like it. She took up a position just ahead of Pash as they walked after B'uara.
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 22, 2015 11:44:07 GMT -5
With B'uara at the head of the group, he led them from the surface hanger deep under the ground, to a district of the city where individual residences were dug into the cavern walls. The narrow corridors were packed with various beings going about their business. Hundreds of Twi'leks thronged the walkways and passages, but they were not the only citizens of Nabat. Swaggering Aqualish shoulder their way past the group while beeping droids scurry between shops and tunnel ways. Human traders hawked their wares from stalls set within niches to the side of the walls.
This would certainly be the place to purchase any goods for the ship, or for personal use as well.
B'uara B'an continued to lead the group away from the busier thoroughfares and eventually stopped at a large metal door. Knocking on it, and exchanging a few Twi'lekan code words through an eye slot led to the door opening and the group being escorted into a spacious room filled with relaxing blue light and comfortable chairs. B'uara turned and spoke in a hushed tone, still loud enough for the group to hear. "This room is occupied by a cell of the organization dedicated to protecting the interests of common Twi'leks on Ryloth," he said. What a mouthful. "We will be safe here."
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 22, 2015 11:55:16 GMT -5
Rena noted the passages and people who occupied them as they went. She took in the sights of the town until they arrived at the hideout. At least the security measures made it seem like a hideout, passcode to enter and all.
The room was more comfortable looking than she expected a hideout to be, but when B'uara declared it safe she trusted his statement. She stuck with the others when they entered, looking around for the contacts she expected to be meeting.
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