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Post by The Tired God on Jul 23, 2015 19:33:02 GMT -5
It was hard to tell how large the organization was, especially considering that the room they were in only had three doors within it, one that was open directly ahead of them, and one on each side, to their left and right, that were closed. From the closed door to their left, a buff-colored female Twi'lek appeared, who moved with an air of languid grace. "B'uara, it's so good to see you alive," she said, her voice soft-spoken but clearly enthusiastic nevertheless.
She approached the older male Twi'lek and embraced him in an affectionate hug, recoiling only after noting the lack of one of his lekku. "The bounty hunter, Trex," he explained, frowning as he reached up to touch the cauterized wound.
"We should speak in private," she muttered, gesturing for him to join her in the room to the right. "Please, help yourselves to some food and drink," she offered, gesturing to the room she had originally came from.
Pash was the first to enter, tentatively poking his head through the threshold, then immediately moving his entire body inside and seating himself at the foot of the table. Food of all types were strategically placed along the table, like a banquet or a buffet, and there was more than enough food to feed a dozen hungry rebels, and enough drink to keep them happy as well.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 23, 2015 20:44:55 GMT -5
Rena entered behind Pash, noting the food on the table with a smile. "Something other than rancid meat. Sounds great to me." She moved over and sat beside Pash, giving a curious glance to the door the two Twi'lek had disappeared behind.
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 29, 2015 9:59:16 GMT -5
It was some time before the two Twi'leks returned to the group, and they didn't look terribly happy after the conversation they had just went through. Enough time had passed for the crew to fill their belly's and feel well rested after the affairs on Mos Shuuta, but said events were hardly gone from their minds. "We are deeply indebted to you for the rescue of our friend. While we have little we can offer you, B'uara B'an suggested that perhaps you would like to partake in a little business venture once we get our mining operations under control once more," she started, speaking with the practiced grace of an alien dignitary.
"He leads me to believe that you have some troules with the same Hutt boss we suspect of being behind much of our presence woes, is that so?" she asked, looking for a response from any one of the crew.
Naturally, Oskara was the one to immediately reply. "Teemo the Hutt. B'uara was being delivered to him by Trex, as he's likely shared with you already. He is a madman, even by Hutt standards," grunted the bounty hunter. Their Twi'lek host listened sympathetically as Oskara spoke.
"I am sorry to hear you were in service to such a poor specimen of his kind. I promise my people would be willing to help bring retribution to the Hutt, for what was done to B'uara, once matters are settled here on Ryloth," she assured them, then continued. "I would ask one more favor of you for now. Call it the price for the safe keeping and repair of your ship." There's always a catch. "The miners who worked alongside B'uara B'an in New Meen are coming under increasing pressure from the thugs who own the land nearby, be they part of this Hutt's meddling or not. Having B'uara returned to them as quickly as possible would boost morale and enable us to decide on further action."
B'uara didn't seem terribly happy about the idea of being on the move again, but one could hardly blame him. The old man wished to rest. "We could provide you with a speeder with space for Bu'ara and the rest of you. Rest here for the night, but if you could set off in the morning it would be of great assistance to us," she explained, hoping the group would agree to the transport.
Oskara glanced around the group for opinions, earning a shrug and smile from Sasha, and nothing from Pash. He was still focused on his plate, having tuned their gracious host out after the second half of her speech.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Jul 31, 2015 0:49:43 GMT -5
Rena maintained a polite attention to the discussion, even if she had little to say in it. Only after the woman finished her request and Oskara looked to them did she speak up. "It sounds a fair request to me. A restful night here, we deliver B'uara tomorrow." A grin spread across her face. "And if we have to help out with these thugs...? Well, I wouldn't say no to a chance at some payback for our time as Teemo's... guests."
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Post by The Tired God on Jul 31, 2015 1:12:37 GMT -5
Oskara nodded in agreement with Rena, pleased with her answer about the thugs as well. She had no love for those that made life difficult for her people, and made no attempts at hiding it. "We can do this favor for you," she declared. Typically a bounty hunter was more interested in credits than the commonwealth, but for this organization she seemed to be willing to make an exception.
"Excellent, I am very glad to hear this. My name is Nyn Kablo, by the way, and again I cannot express how much it means to have B'uara returned to us." The buff colored Twi'lek bowed as she spoke, again a very elegant and graceful gesture, like water flowing into and out of the bend at her waist.
"The night is still young," said Pash, raising a drink to toast with only himself.
"The sun isn't even close to setting yet," muttered Sasha, who was keenly aware of the time at the moment. Pash didn't seem to care, only downing his drink and letting out a drawn-out sigh of relief.
Two others had joined them by then, a human and a Twi'lek with vibrant red skin, covered in brown splotches too big to be considered freckles. They both sat themselves at the table and started to talk to Pash, chattering away about this and that. The human seemed interested in the Nighthawk, whereas the Twi'lek had all sorts of questions for the worlds beyond Ryloth. It was a conversation Rena might have joined in on, had Sasha not tugged on her arm.
"Let me know when you want to get those supplies. I'm good to go whenever," she said, clearly not sharing Pash's enthusiasm for sitting idle off the ship.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Aug 1, 2015 17:35:02 GMT -5
Rena allowed herself a small smile as a plan fell into place. It's not that she was looking forward to a fight with some of Teemo's thugs like Oskara might be, but after everything she'd had to do under the Hutt it felt good to finally be helping people. "It was our pleasure to return B'uara to you safely." She said, nodding to Nyn.
While she didn't follow Pash's toast, she did turn with interest to the newcomers. Of course the talk of the Nighthawk was more technical than she was suited for. It was a nice ship, but to her it was a ship and the more specific details were a nebulous cloud of ship. As the Twi'lek moved the conversation to other worlds her interest returned but it was short lived as Sasha tugged her sleeve.
Turning up to look at the scout from her seat, she smiled and gave a shrug. "No time like the present I suppose. We don't want to run into any closed shops because we waited to long, do we?"
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Post by The Tired God on Aug 2, 2015 22:16:21 GMT -5
Sasha shook her head, taking point and leaving the room with a small nod towards the one Twi'lek she knew well. Oskara said nothing in response, so the scout decided to take that as silent approval for their shopping trip.
By the time Rena made it outside, Sasha was waiting for her, peering down the street before turning to look down the other side. "So we're just going to compile a list of supplies and have it all delivered over to the Nighthawk" she explained. It was fairly simple work, something Sasha could've done on her own more than likely, but given their situation the buddy system seemed the most appropriate.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Aug 3, 2015 8:54:17 GMT -5
Rena gave a wave to her other companions. "We'll be back in no time. Try not to get into any trouble?" She looked to Pash at the last part before ducking out the door. A sigh escaped as she stepped out into the tunnels of Ryloth again. "Next planet we go to is going to be green and a normal sun...." She muttered before turning to Sasha.
"You have a way of making shopping sound boring, you know that? There's an art to trading if you want to get the best deals. Let's see our list and we can go from there. Trust me, this'll be fun."
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Post by The Tired God on Aug 3, 2015 10:19:03 GMT -5
Sasha shrugged, not swayed by Rena's reassurance. "I guess I'm just not that kind of girl," she said, taking point and leading them back the way they came, back to the humans with their stands and hawked wares.
The supplies they offered were far from top of the line. Bulk foods were hard to find, and what few were there were fruits and other perishable foods. An Ithorian with a voice modulator offered ammunition for blasters and small, personal defense blasters, perfectly legal to buy and sell.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Aug 3, 2015 13:21:10 GMT -5
"That's no fun..." Rena teased, a grin clear on her face as she followed Sasha's lead. "Where I'm from all the big families are incredibly successful merchants. Commerce is everything on Brentaal."
The woman looked over the various wares that were being offered, disappointed but used to the more limited nature of the Outer Rim's shops. "I still haven't actually seen your list at all. What are we looking for out here?"
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Post by The Tired God on Aug 3, 2015 13:38:50 GMT -5
Shrugging her pack off one shoulder, Sasha reached into it and produced a datapad. "Oskara left most of it up to me, so if you think of something I missed, let me know." She handed the pad over to Rena after her forewarning, letting three more business savvy member of the group handle where to go first.
The supply list was rather straightforward. It called for non-perishable food, enough to last them a month. They could get more and better goods after they earned some credits and left Ryloth. Blankets and sheets were also called for. Sasha requested a better mattress, and Rena could get one, too, if she wanted to. Oskara had requested blaster packs and energy cells. Medical supplies and an order for a cleaning droid were also called for.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Aug 4, 2015 23:44:57 GMT -5
Rena scanned down the datapad, running through the list with a slight frown. Whether it was one of disappointment or concentration wasn't clear until she reached the end. "Well. It's hardly the most exciting list I've ever seen, but I guess when we're just trying to fill up and keep moving on what little we have I can't complain."
With a sigh, the woman handed the datapad back to her companion. "Once we get better situated though, we definitely need to look into some real improvements of living conditions. Just because we're on a ship doesn't mean we need such a sparsely furnished home. Let's start with the food and just work our way down I suppose. Or if we see something we need on the way, we can grab that."
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Post by The Tired God on Aug 5, 2015 0:05:40 GMT -5
Nodding, Sasha gestured for Rena to lead the way, having done her part to bring them to the market. "I agree, but we'll need to take on actual jobs and earn some credits if we want to spruce up the Nighthawk. If we keep doing charity work it won't get us very far," she huffed. It wasn't that she wasn't happy with the direction they were going. On the contrary, it felt nice to do some good. She just would've liked to earn some money for what they were doing, that was all.
After an hour of perusing the market, haggling out deals with natives and foreigners alike, and struggling to find much of anything when it came to non-perishable food, eventually the two had everything ordered and checked off of their list. The goods would be transported to the Nighthawk, where a crew would take the time to unload them into the cargo bay. From there they would have to put everything away themselves, but the one positive thing was that the cleaning droid, a MSE-series mouse droid, would be activated and left to clean the ship while they were away.
Whether or not Rena approved of having a squeaking mouse droid keep the ship's floors sanity, Sasha was delighted about it and thought the little bot was cute.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Aug 5, 2015 19:10:09 GMT -5
"So don't look at it as free work if it bugs you. Just think of it as paying for the repairs to the Nighthawk and everything else they're doing for us." Rena replied with a small smile. "I don't mind a bit of charity though."
By the time the pair were done with the markets even Rena's energy for the activity was spent. Sure, there'd been some good deals and she was rather proud of how she had scored new mattresses for the two of them. If Pash or Oskara complained about it, she'd simply point out that they'd be welcome to come along next time.
The mouse droid was the biggest surprise, mostly because of Sasha's reaction to the little thing. For her part, Rena was rather familiar with the rise, and fall of the MSE-series popularity and while she wasn't against the small droid she didn't fully share in Sasha's enthusiasm.
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Post by The Tired God on Aug 5, 2015 22:23:46 GMT -5
After some back and forth, the pair found themselves back at the hideout. They were let in after knocking on the door, and thankfully there was no necessary password to gain admittance. "I think that shop keeper's assistant liked you," she said, referring to a strapping human with olive skin and dark, slicked back hair. He had helped pick out the mattresses for the two ladies, and he took a great interest in Rena's vibrant hair.
"Boom!" went Pash, who was standing in the middle of the lobby, telling some sort of tale to an audience of young Twi'leks. For a secret hideout, they apparently had few issues with inviting the locals in. Perhaps the kids could be trusted, or they belonged to some of the members? "I took the yoke and pulled hard on it, just barely clipping the ground as I pulled up. The pirates weren't so lucky, and that's when I was able to make my escape," he finished proudly, earning several oo's and some clapping from the youngsters. Pash had apparently been regaling them with tales of his less than legal exploits.
"Hey Rena, Sasha, how'd it go?" he asked, noticing the two women enter.
Destiny Points: 3 Light, 2 Dark.
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