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Just Another Blue Milk Run - A Star Wars Legends RP (IC Thread)
Tytor:
Tien was bewildered. He was also soaked, which was part of why he was bewildered. One moment he was contemplating a sudden stormtrooper presence in his favorite Nar Shaddaa spaceport bar, the next he was wetter than he'd been for a long time. Probably since that time he'd gone snorkeling on Manaan, come to think of it. Anyway, between the stormtroopers and the fire suppression system, he decided it was probably time to go. 'Course, the rest of the cantina crowd was flooding for the door anyway, so it was easy to just go with the flow. Threebie complained at him, but he ignored her. He just wanted to get back to his ship and get out of the system, because if there were Imps at the Cluster, there were probably Imps all over the moon.
Now, if he could just remember which shady landing zone he'd parked at, that would be absolutely wonderful.
Achkaerin:
Anja got through the door and just kept running, she just had to hope that in the chaos the inquisitor hadn't noticed her she didn't want to imagine what it would bring down on the moon if she had been spotted and recognised for what she truly was. She ran all the way back to where she'd lived since arriving on Nar Shadaa, the place where she'd turned herself into a bounty hunter, it was a simple enough one room living quarters - a bed against one wall with a window, a desk for her to work at, storage capacity, and all the necessities to cook when she didn't want to go out. It was also right next to the storage hanger where she paid to keep her ARC-71 Starfighter and it was to the fighter that she headed first, climbing into the cockpit she switched the systems on and looked at the sensors and her eyes set themselves upon the full scope of the mess she was now in. Imperial stormtroopers and the inquisition on the moon was bad enough but they were here in such numbers that they had to have something serious in orbit and sure enough there it was an Imperial class Star Destroyer. Damn it the thought ran through her mind as she looked at the 'board' as her master would call it and she knew this wasn't a good position to be in, did she go to ground and hope that the inquisition didn't find her or did she take her chances and run the Imperial orbital presence in a ship that would be significantly outmatched?
Her eyes closed as she felt the sphere through her jacket pocket as option number three, possibility number three went through her head - had the choice been made for her? She knew what she had in her possession now, she'd seen enough Jedi holocrons to know what one looked like and she knew the echo they sent through the Force. She powered down the fighter, climbed out of the cockpit and walked up to the room she lived in, stepping inside she took the sphere from her pocket and placed it on her desk while she threw the jacket onto her bed. For a moment her mind contemplated the fight or flight prospects of the situation at hand? Did she really want to get involved with this? Did she want to put the target squarely on her back, to give up that which had kept her alive her cover? For a moment she considered doing nothing but she knew that the Inquisition wanted this sphere and they wouldn't rest until they had it, then she smiled as she remembered the words of a wise old Jedi "Trust in the Force" without further hesitation she picked up the sphere and after a moments concentration injected it with the flow of the Force to activate it.
Anja had to take a step back as the sphere practically jumped out of her hand spinning it radiated light all around her and then like a data display it started to show things, things that Anja didn't understand it was a language she'd never seen before, a language she couldn't read or understand, symbols, pictographs, it belonged to the ancient past by the look of it. "Oh Ruves." Anja whispered her masters name as she put her hands on the back of her head as she while not understanding the content sensed something of its magnitude. Her master having been one of the chronicler's of the Order might have been able to tell her what she was looking at but there was something that even in that semi comforting moment told her that Ruves himself would have struggled with this. Cupping her hands over her nose and mouth she sighed as she continued to absorb as much of what she could see as she could, hoping for some breakthrough that was not forthcoming, still she had a piece of something she just needed to find out what it was.
It was as the light faded that she sensed a presence nearby, grabbing her blaster from its holster strapped to her leg she whirled around towards the door and pointed it at the figure standing there, or was there more than one?
Geo:
Argo had followed this suspicious woman for a while now, nearly loosing sight of her twice. He had been glad when she had finally stopped and went inside a building.
He sighed and leaned against a wall a bit off, contemplating what to do next. He usually thought ahead alot more than he had this time, and this lack of options was unusual for him.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder.
He turned around, hand instinctively moving to his rifle as he stared into the face of a Snivvian. He felt a stab of disgust as he stared into its alien eyes.
"What ya hanging round here for?" it asked?
He looked at it, before pausing. Maybe it could be of some use.
"Who lives there?" he asked, gesturing to the building.
It blinked, and looked at him strangely. "A girl, rents my hangar, nice lady, human. Why?"
Argo nodded, and began to walk towards the hangar.
The alien tutted, making some remark he didn't care to hear, and watched disapprovingly.
He pushed upon the door, slowly and silently. It was well oiled. Unless she was watching, she would have no idea he had entered.
He blinked as he as looked up and saw a blaster aimed at him.
Putting he hands up, slowly, he shrugged off his rifle, letting it fall to the floor.
"There isn't any need to get violent, I'm curious as to what that ball thing you picked up was."
He pondered for a second before deciding against asking how much it would be worth.
Achkaerin:
Anja kept her blaster up for a few moments, keeping it on the intruder, while she made sure that there wasn't anyone with him. She recognised the man from the Cluster, had he followed her from there? He was certainly observant if he'd seen her hide the holocron not that he knew what it was. However the culmination of the Empire's presence and the Holocron's presence was that Anja had very few options available to her now. She lowered the blaster slowly and holstered it as she heard the sound of children outside and her heart sank again, this moon was no place for war orphans but it was where they all ended up.
"This thing." Anja said picking up the holocron as she weighed up whether she could trust this man or not, she wouldn't be able to manage this alone so she had to trust someone didn't she? "Is something best kept out of the Empire's hands. Something that can't stay on this moon, I have to get it away from here. If you've got more questions you can ask them on the way to the spaceport." she stepped past Argo "And pick that rifle up before it goes off." she grinned as she headed off in search of someone who could help them off the moon.
Tytor:
Yep, Tien was definitely lost. Where in blue blazes had he parked his ship? He'd been ignoring Threebie's increasingly persistent complaints, but she finally deliberately bumped into him in an apparent attempt to get his attention.
"What is it now, Threebie?" Tien demanded, exasperated.
«Tien = lost // Ship = in other direction» she whistled, clearly annoyed with him.
Tien sighed. So that was it. He'd gone and got himself turned around in all the ruckus. No wonder this line of hangars and warehouses didn't even kind of look familiar. "All right, Threebie, which way was I supposed to go?"
«Tien = follow Threebie // Threebie + Tien = find ship in no time» Threebie whistled happily, and she set off back the way they had come.
Tien followed her at first, but soon called after her to stop. That being over there, talking to the Snivvian... it looked like the (male?) Human he'd figured would likely be easy credits in the sabacc room. Threebie wasn't thrilled with the interruption, but this was too interesting to miss. A moment later, the Human and the Snivvian parted ways, and the Human went into a nearby building. Ah, well. Tien wasn't about to follow him (her? it? ...whatever). He turned to let Threebie know it was time to keep moving.
He'd barely taken four steps, however, when a new sound caught his attention.
"...I have to get it away from here. If you've got more questions you can ask them on the way to the spaceport. And pick that rifle up before it goes off."
Tien couldn't believe it. There was the other (female?) Human he'd picked out of the crowd back at the cantina, coming out of the very building the first had just entered. So were they traveling together, or was it just coincidence that they'd ended up in the same spot? No matter; Tien sensed a potential business opportunity. He waved at Threebie to come with him and strode purposely toward the two Humans.
"Excuse me," he called to them in Basic, "But it sounds like you may be in need of a ship."
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