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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 20, 2013 1:07:29 GMT -5
Kali dips her head in a nod as the droid presents the cantina and takes it's leave. Following Nes inside she took note of the surroundings, particularly what few seats presented themselves. “A booth would probably be more... peaceful... Wouldn't it?” She offered after a moment, looking up to Nes curiously.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 20, 2013 1:21:17 GMT -5
The Jedi looked around the establishment, pausing just inside the doorway. "...this will serve," she mused, glancing toward Kali. "That booth over there, I think. The one in the corner." She gestured to the table, offering a thin smile. "Save our seat while I speak with the bartender first. There's a few things I need to see."
Nesune walked toward the bar, leaning against it as she turned to face the bartender. "I'm wondering if you can help me," she said, folding her arms on top of the counter. "My companion and I need assistance with finding a pilot and a ship. I'm wondering if you can recommend any of your regular... clientele."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 20, 2013 1:40:48 GMT -5
Despite the varying species within the cantina, the bartender was human, with a mop of curly black hair and a beer-belly that hung well over his belt. "Pilot and a ship? I might be able t'scramble somethin' together for ya'. Got a lot of pilots comin' and goin' for work lately. Leave their business numbers with me," the man says with a shrug, rapping his knuckles against the counter. "In fact, that fellow over there, the sullustan, mentioned something or other about looking for work." He gestures down the way of the cantina, to a sullustan spacer and his twi'lek friend, who appeared to be in a game of pazaak or sabacc. Something to do with cards. The sullustan was losing, from the looks of things.
"Might have luck proddin' him. Now then . . . can I set you and your friend up with something to drink or eat?"
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 20, 2013 1:50:38 GMT -5
Kali nodded to Nes, making her way over to the booth and sliding down in the corner. She looked over the various patrons of the cantina, trying not to stare too hard at any of them, or otherwise be obtrusive in anyway. After a single pass and a few returned looks she decided it was better to just pull out her datapad and occupy herself with that until her master finished with her business.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 20, 2013 2:07:43 GMT -5
Nesune glanced toward the other table, studying the sabacc or pazaak players. "They may serve," she told the bartender, glancing back to the human. "What I'm looking for is someone who won't ask too many questions or file flight reports... and one willing to visit systems while avoiding any Imperial entanglements." She bowed her head, strands of red hair falling overtop her eyes. She lowered her voice as she continued, keeping it to a murmur. "Someone trustworthy. The next time they call for an order, please tell them they have a prospective client."
The Jedi bowed her head again, leaving the bar to take a seat across from Kali. "The captains around here certainly haven't improved since the last time we've passed this way, if my memory is anything to go by." She glanced at the woman's datapad, arching her eyebrow. "What does the Force tell you about our path so far, Kali?"
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 20, 2013 2:20:43 GMT -5
Kali looks up from the datapad as Nes returns from the bar. “Does that mean you haven't had any luck with finding someone? She asks, gaze again wandering the cantina before returning to Nes. Noticing the arched brow she quietly slips the datapad away. “...I uh... Our path so far?”
“I'd say that this is a bit of a strange place to find a pilot we could trust... Don't you think? I mean.... Dantooine? That's... a dangerous trip to make...” She shrugs, “...I don't know... I'm just trusting in your judgement...”
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 20, 2013 2:27:01 GMT -5
Nesune shook her head, leaning back into the booth. "Not quite. Merely waiting for the right circumstances to give us a hint of what to expect. One does well to see what develops." She folded her hands together, her gaze sweeping over the cantina. "All have their uses, Kali. The Force binds us together, flows between us and guides our actions. Perhaps it will guide us to what we seek in a timely manner."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 20, 2013 2:30:24 GMT -5
Just a few moments after Nesune had left the bartender, he left his station and moved to the gamblers, tapping the sullustan on the shoulder. After exchanging a few private words, he returned to the counter, and the sullustan, with his twi'lek lady friend beside him, both approached the Jedi, despite how private their conversation appeared. "Achuta, Jeedai. Stuta un pankpa?"1 the sullustan asked. His large, black eyes seemed to flick up and down both the women's figures, as if sizing them up. Judging from their robes, it wasn't hard to guess that they were Jedi.
"Dobra Niuk Nunb. Kavaa chuba poonoo,"2 he offers, finishing with a smile as his twi'lek friend pours over a datapad, seemingly uninterested in the two.
Language: Huttese 1 "Hello, Jedi. Looking for a ship?" 2 "I am Niuk Nunb. Might I do business with you?"
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Post by Cate Baxter on Apr 20, 2013 2:38:30 GMT -5
Kali nods, “...Right. So just we're just sitting here waiting for... a... sign....?” She trails off as she notices a pair of aliens approaching their booth. Before she can say anything the sullustan spoke up in a language completely unfamiliar to her. Of course, that was most languages. Lost as to what had just been asked of them, she turned her gaze toward Nesune questioningly.
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 20, 2013 3:03:59 GMT -5
Nesune looks up from her conversation with Kali, inclining her head toward the pair. She lets out a low growl that catches in her throat, frowning as she coughs. "Forgive me," she starts, her Huttese with a trace of an accent from the Core. "I was looking for a pilot and a ship for myself and my companion here." She gestures toward Kali, then turns back to the sullustan. "We don't require a large one, but we do ask for discretion in its crew. Let's say we're not looking to have too many questions raised about its complement or flight plan... and we wish to avoid any Imperial entanglements."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 20, 2013 3:14:13 GMT -5
Niuk nods in agreement, muttering something over his shoulder to his twi'lek companion. A brief flicker of interest shines in her eyes, as she puts her datapad away and eyes the two women. "Dobra do lorda ulwan, ooma che d'emperiolo doma toma,"1 he says, reaching into a coat pocket and removing a small, palm-sized holoprojector. With a press of his thumb, the protector lights up and shows a 3D model of a freighter.
"Me ka push uba ya, che un che copah,"2 he claims, pocketing the projector as he does so. "Jee-jee nopa pateesa foo d'emperio. Noah goola poonoo tuta je."3
Language: Huttese 1 "I am a skilled smuggler (pilot), headed for Imperial space." 2 "I can get you there, for a price." 3 "We are not friends with the Empire. No bad business from me."
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 20, 2013 3:22:24 GMT -5
The Jedi looks toward the holoprojection, studying the ship's details. "It will serve our needs, if your crew is sound as well. I do ask that discretion be kept for this charter." Nesune glances at Kali, nodding at the woman before looking back to the sullustan. "For avoiding any patrols into Imperial space, no questions, and no flight plan. I'm curious as to what your price would entail."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 20, 2013 3:34:45 GMT -5
Niuk looks to his companion for advice, before exchanging a quick nod with the woman and looking back to the two Jedi. "Niboba Jeedai? . . . ehhh, capa magi chinka creeda?"1 he shrugs, as if honestly battling that price in his head.
"Dopa-meeky lapti shado footoo Jeedai,"2 he laughs. "Mee jewz ku magi yavoo wanga, chut cheekta hopa wata."3
Language: Huttese 1 "Carry Jedi? . . . ehhh, three thousand credit?" 2 "Discount for good Jedi." 3 "Two thousand up front, rest when we land."
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Post by Keani Evans-Pritchard on Apr 20, 2013 3:41:24 GMT -5
Nesune shakes her head, turning to smile at Kali. "I could pilot my own shuttle into Imperial space for three thousand credits." She leans back in the booth, folding her hands in between the cuffs of her sleeves. "Fifteen hundred. Half now, half when we arrive. If we manage to avoid questions on the way, perhaps also a small bonus for such a peaceful voyage." She inclines her head, gesturing to the sullustan and the twi'lek. "Those doing favors for the Order have many rewards in both the present and the future."
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Apr 20, 2013 3:47:41 GMT -5
The sullustan stares blankly at Nesune before, after several moments of silence, he bursts out into laughter. "Jeedai wants to bargain. This amuses Niuk," he barks, speaking in such a thick and heavy accent that it might have been better to just not understand him in Huttese for Kali's sake.
"Two thousand," he says, leaning forward. "Twelve hundred now, rest when land. Imperial space not so easy to fly. Many creeda needed for fuel," he says, rubbing his fingers together.
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