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  1. [Sue, The Stray Tach, Lower Reaches] Since Tallik seemed inclined to head off as soon as possible. Sue took the opportunity to stash her resignation note in a stack of tips left for Psan. She grunted in assent to Tallik’s statement. “Most people know me here,” translated TK “surprised you didn’t catch my name. It’s true what they say about not remembering the bartender, I guess.
  2. [Sue, The Stray Tach, Lower Reaches] The growl from the wookiee relaxed in a deep, contented pur. “Excellent,” came the translation. “Just let me finish my ale and I think we’ll be set to go.” Her eyes moved over to Tallik. “Unless you’ve got anything else to take care of, hun?” Privately, Sue was kicking herself for not trying to talk the spacer down a couple more pegs, if this was how fast she gave in. Ah well, the reputation of wookiees would survive a weaker haggle then this. She had a win, which had improved her mood considerably.
  3. [Sue, The Stray Tach, Lower Reaches] Sue drummed her fingers on the table as the pantoran woman talked. Peculiar eye color that--she had encountered a fair number of pantorans in her time as a smuggler, mostly as something to get around--they weren’t the greatest fans of spice and the people who dealt in it--and she’d never seen one that ventured outside of yellow. Still, with such a small sample size she couldn’t really be sure. Then there was the smell of something around Captain Kaal, a smell hard to identify, which was infuriating, because identifying smells was Sue’s specialty. It wasn’t even a smell really, but the suggestion of one, like an odor that had faded but left behind some small incomplete chemical component. Pride and apprehension struggled in Sue’s consciousness before pride won out. She was a wookiee, bark and leaves, and she was not going to leave without throwing her weight around a little. It would be more suspicious if she skulked off into the night meekly. Sue didn’t miss the way Kaal’s eyes flickered toward her suitcase, and as they returned upward, she leaned in closer, resting a hairy arm on the table and staring intently as the captain finished her . The growl that followed wasn’t loud, per say, but it was deep. “1800 credits, Captain Kaal,” TK said, voice as flat as ever. “1000 up front.” Sue took out the required credits and placed them on the table, watching to see how the woman would react.
  4. [Sue, The Stray Tach, Lower Reaches] Tallik sounded very sure of himself, which sounded like trouble to Sue. Then again, maybe it’s not the place she thought. Maybe it’s me She’d tried running, and a fat lot of good that had done her. She shrugged. “Sure. Dantooine’s fine,” TK translated.
  5. [Sue, The Stray Tach, Lower Reaches] Sue glanced at Talik, and the robot translated her series of low growls. “Just two, I think. Pretty careful--but not too careful, that tends to attract as much attention as being not careful enough.” Sue called one of the servers over and ordered a round of Tarisian Ale. It was from her last batch, and was one of her best. She sipped thoughtfully while watching the pantoran woman. “As for where too?” came the translation. “I’ll pay for your best hunch. You seem to be good at avoiding trouble.” Sue gestured at the hole in the wall with a soft chuff. “I’d trust you more than myself at this point.”
  6. [Sue, The Stray Tach, Lower Reaches] For all the visual disguises he tried to put on, Sue smelled Tallik a second before he approached her. Her replying growl was higher and sharper than usual, and totalled disregarded his question. <<Tallik. You shouldn’t be here.>> Sue kept walking down the stairs toward the bar, until she realized the young twi’lek had stopped and was looking at her. He smelled worried--and afraid. Her next growl softer, almost a pur. <<But since you’re here, you might as well come. You’ve saved me a difficult confrontation.>> Sue opened the door to the Tach, locking eyes temporarily with her apprentice behind the bar counter. Luckily, with the hole in the wall and rumors of imperial activity the clientele was significantly reduced, so Psan probably would be fine. Probably. She was going to leave him a big tip. Sue had spotted the bounty hunter a couple days ago--she had somehow been able to avoid the chaos of the last day, which was a point in her favor. And she also appeared the perfect combination of bored, desperate for money, and confident for Sue’s purposes. The Wooki strode over to the woman’s table, taking a seat on her suitcases. She reached into her shoulder bag and turned TK on, setting its volume to moderately low. “Would paying for a round of drinks be considered proof of seriousness?” the droid translated Sue’s inquisitive growl.
  7. In her dreams. It was her hands. A little goodbye for the Talli of this arc. She was stuck in one place for a while, and now she's finally moving.
  8. [Ga-Koro, Eastern Residential District (Talli)] In her dreams. It was her hands. Everything was the same, the blasted buildings and the twisted walkways and that thing, wedged between the metal and wood that couldn’t be her brother, because Chahlu had been (no no not was) so alive, so animated and warm and cheerful and solid. He would never, never leave them. But this time, it was her hands that commanded the waves, their reflections stretched and distorted until they covered the sky and her voice, throwing mocking echoes back at her as she tore the world apart. This is what you were meant to be. There was never any easy respite from these dreams. She had to struggle back to consciousness as if from underwater, until the real world crystalized, dully, around the space of another headache. She was looking at the grain of the kitchen table. She’d sleepwalked again. S##t. “Talli?” The Ga-matoran looked up in the face of her younger brother, concern knitted across his brow and a warm cup of tea in his hand. He slid it across to her wordlessly, and she took it, inhaling the lemongrass-scented steam. They had formed a routine by now. The first time he’d tried to wake her and received a bruise on his cheek for his troubles, which he’d promptly gone and lied to their parents about. Talli had hated how it sounded, hated herself for not being able to own up to it later. She looked back up at him again, taking a careful sip. Nahlu wasn’t like her or Chahlu had been, animated and gregarious. He was...careful, his speech softer, his longer-limbed movements slower. “Mom came an hour ago--checked on her and dad and they’re out cold. You’re fine.” She wasn’t fine. But she couldn’t keep this from him. “I have something to show you.” * * * Nahlu turned the stone in his hands. The pale light of their jellyfish lanterns caused the patterns carved on its surface to refract the light into phantom waves on the table. But it didn’t glow for him. It didn’t send slow pulses of light outwards, like a heartbeat. That only happened when she touched it. It only glowed for her. “This means…” she was relieved to see a mixture of confusion on his face. No joy, no assurance that she was crazy. She wasn’t crazy. “How can I?” She barely kept her voice from rising into a shout, far about the soft murmur of her brother’s voice. “I...I--hit Jumah yesterday, yeah he was being annoying, but he’s ten--that’s what he does.” “Talli--” “I’ve hurt you so much already--I don’t want to--” “Talli.” Nahlu’s voice was louder that she’d ever heard it, firmer. That alone made her pause. He was looking at her straight on, with a gaze so intense that it stopped her out of sear surprise. “Talli, maybe you should quit the marines.” The silence between them hung in the air for a long, long time. The jellyfish lights continued their circular, luminous lives. “You can’t be serious.” “Talli, you need help. Maybe you can’t admit it, maybe you want to believe that we can’t get on without you, but we can. We’re our own people, sister. We don’t need you.” Oh, that hurt. Tali struggled not to shout--what did he know? He had seen their brother all laid out and peaceful and surrounded by flowers. He had… Talli watched the hot, salty water as it drip-dripped onto the surface of the table. It was only after she started speaking and her voice came out ragged and breathless that she realized it was her own tears. “Why...then? Why am I here?” Her brother had his hand across hers now, his voice soft again but just as earnest. “I want my sister back. I want you to laugh again and go out with your friends and tease me about how cute the guy who serves shaved ice in the market square is but...you need help.” “Nahlu…” Talli looked back at him, his face purplish with the hint of a blush. “I’m tired of watching you try to be the only karz-cursed strong one. Maybe this is a sign from Mata Nui that you need to stop. To be yourself again.” “I can’t go back...Nahlu he’s...gone.” Gone like her trust in toa and the power they wielded. His eyes never faltered. “You think I don’t know that? We’re still here, Talli. We’re your family too.” Talli looked past her brother, to where the stone was placed, slightly to the side. Her stone. “I...I’ll talk to them when I go into work tomorrow. Or today.” It was definitely early in the morning. She got up, and he watched her as she padded back toward her room, taking the stone with her. “Love ya, sis.” “Love you too, smallbro.” “Hey, you can’t call me that again yet.”
  9. [Ihu-Koro, General Vicinity (Ranok)] Ranok had always been a wanderer, so wander he did. Within the bustle of the makeshift Ihu-koro hospital tents, he flitted around, carrying whatever messages he could for the promise of a warm hearth to sleep next to. Another de-matoran, in fact, most de-matoran, would have preferred the wind and the near-silence on the edge of town, but Ranok had grown up around the constant sound of music and chatter and laughter, and silence was a disturbance to him, not a refuge. Occasionally, when he had a moment, he would play his harmonica. The wounded wanted sad music mostly, but he would get the occasional request for a bawdy tavern song. He fit between the spaces of people’s lives, as he always had. That was his life--to play and to listen and to remember.
  10. [Ga-Koro, The Great Takea (Lucira/Talli)] The rest of the interviews were more of the same. Talli hardly registered words the other witnesses were saying as her iStone recorded them. The Ta-matoran was last, and Talli felt the dread settle in the pit of her stomach as the older woman looked straight at her. But her interview was uneventful, plainly told and practical like the personal giving it. It was only after Lucira had finished signing the testimony that she reached in her bag. Talli had let her guard down, and she might have twitched a little. Stupid. It was the little opaque bag that Lucira had removed some soaps from earlier, now drawn around something heavier. “I...don’t need--” “Listen,” Lucira said, “I know this may be a lot. You’ve got a lot on your plate, it looks like, and this is going to be a shock. But I don’t need this.” “I can’t… I’m…” But Tali could already feel herself leaning toward the back, wrapping her hand around the object. At least it didn't glow this time. Lucira shrugged. “Mata Nui has his own ideas about how to run things. Maybe it’s less about what that will turn you into and more about what it makes you do, knowing that. I don’t know really...but you might need this in the future. Maybe not. But I think if someone meant to hold onto it, it’s not me. Now if you’ll excuse me--I’ve got a hotel to check into.” She laid down a few widgets on the counter. “Something for the marine, for all her hard work. Don’t worry,” she said before Talli could open her mouth to protests. “I’ll give the guy in charge a heads up.”
  11. [Ga-Koro, The Great Takea (Talli)] Talli frowned at the matoran. “Where have you been that you can just ask anybody on the street if they’ve seen someone that looks like any normal person?” She once would have known the pubs and houses and marketplaces that the corporal mentioned, would have frequented then. But most of her nights now were filled with ill-conceived attempts at getting to sleep early. She’d tried copious amounts of alcohol, but they only made the mornings worse.
  12. I think this is always a good thing to bring up. @The Forge of Artakha A lot of us enjoy playing with Zyrgak--he's a fun villain to fight, and we appreciate the enthusiasm you're bringing to the table with him. However, his extra powers essentially boil down to be really strong, so he doesn't have the vast flexibility of the Toa or other beings that are going to be set against him. It's okay if he doesn't notice this--it's one of his character flaws, after all--but you should realize that Ta-koro is filled with people that can teleport, see through walls, summon fireballs, and a vast number of hobbits which will immediately go for the knees. And they don't just have knives.
  13. [Ga-Koro, The Great Takea (Lucira/Talli)] After the toa had finished his testimony, Talli turned her iStone towards him. “I need you to sign here for records.” She tried not to glance sideways at the Ta-matoran, who was rearranging her luggage between bites of burger. She had apparently found the sheith to her knife and was emptying a bag of what appeared to be soap. “Okay, who’s next!” she said, looking around before the other guardswoman caught her stare.
  14. [Ga-Koro, The Great Takea (Lucira/Talli)] “Start with your purpose for coming into the restaurant and go from--are you just going to leave that there?” Lucira shrugged, gesturing towards the bloody knife on the counter. “I figured you might want it for evidence. I was going to get the sheath to keep it from-” “I’ll get it,” Talli was already rooting around in the Ta-matoran’s bag for anything sheath-shaped. Her hands closed around an object of about the right shape and size, and she pulled it out. It was not a knife sheath. Talli shoved the now glowing object back in the pack as if it was burning hot and nearly leaped back into her chair. “Sorry...that’s your stuff. I don’t know what I was thinking?” “Oh,” said Lucira, smiling gently over the beer she had managed to acquire. “I rather think that was yours, Private Anach.” Talli turned back to Cipher, considerably more subdued than she had been previously. She fiddled with her iStone for a considerable amount of time before she got the recording device to work. “Like I said before...just start with how you got here and this will take care of it.” She paused for a moment. “Uh...please.” She had no idea who she was saying that too.
  15. [Ga-Koro, The Great Takea (Lucira/Talli)] Lucira made her way up to her previously vacated spot at the bar and watched the grizzled toa positively beam as the nervous-looking onu-matoran stuttered out his order. She was glad that a sense of civic responsibility extended past official protectors of the island like herself. Talli slid into a seat next to the Guardswomen, scowling as she brought her iStone. “Which one of you wants to go first?”
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