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"We're not going to that part of the labs." Costa's eyes rolled as the doors parted for them with a hydraulic hiss, opening them up to Insight's lab and all of its goodies. Despite the devilish reputation of the Inquisitorius, their focus on interrogation and information extraction, and the sadistic nature of some of its membership, there wasn't much in the lab on board their Star Destroyers that would have looked out of place at any research center in the Core Worlds or Inner Rim. It was as sterile as many Star Destroyer interiors, with expansive sections for biological, chemical, and technological assignments. Veyura would have been more comfortable at either of the former, and Raine would have probably been more comfortable in a training room, but Costa had wanted them here. Neither of them were technically minded, and everyone knew the two were incapable of getting along, but the Chief Inquisitor intended on as many of her subordinates having just enough of a grasp on current events to thrive as possible. Keeping them focused on the manhunt aspect would be best for everyone; the same went for her superiors, the older Chief Inquisitor and High Inquisitor Rydoon. They had reluctantly ceded her more operational control after the stellar manhunt on Taris, and Costa planned on playing things as close to her chest as possible until that holocron was in their hands.

 

The issue was keeping Liare Sarir away from her chest. 

 

"We're going to the eggheads," she concluded, reaching the three Inquisitors gathered there - two from her unit and Kryik, who handled most of their technical issues on board Insight - and nodding off their salutes. "Inquisitor Kryik. Good to see you're staying caffeinated. What have you got for me?"

 

-Tyler


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"Chief Inquisitor," Kryik dipped his head in greeting, the Mirialan looking distinctly less dour than usual, though his complexion was a few shades paler than normal.

 

"We reconstructed the data from the flight computer, initially it only seemed to confirm what we already knew, the pilot never set foot on any systems that he jumped into, staying well outside the range of any planetary bodies. There was no indication of his next target," the Inquisitor paused, and keyed something into the datapad he was holding.

 

"However, I continued searching, and managed to pull a specific set of coordinates from one of the systems that the pilot had​ been. I took the liberty of having the local patrol group dispatch a probe droid to the location," Kryik's eyes gleamed, and for a second it nearly looked as though he was going to smile, "It found an old hyperspace beacon, very old, put into service nearly 4,000 years ago, to be exact. Attempting to retrieve data from that proved to be more difficult than I anticipated, and would take far too long."

 

"This," he turned the datapad for Costa to view, on it a starchart of local space, with a chaotic mess of lines connecting systems together, "is the plot of all the hyperspace jumps we pulled from both the astromech and the nav computer. All meaningless, our rebel pilot did a decent job randomly jumping between systems."

 

"But this​," he pressed a key, and the chaotic mess dissolved into a string of five systems, "is the plot of the systems which our pilot spent a considerable amount of time in between jumps, courtesy of the flight computer, including the system where the probe found the beacon. I have already dispatched probes to these systems, but the Force tells me what they will find. Based on this, the only logical terminal to this pilot's trip is here," he pointed to a system near the edge of the screen, "Dantooine."

 

"Which, if I'm not mistaken, was rather important for the Jedi some 4,000 years ago."

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"Like a Revan fan club these days."

 

Liare had padded in after Costa on silent feet, breaking off from his position to circle around to the right of where she stopped next to Kryik. Each step was easy and languid, as though he was simply bored with the proceedings. The con man stood out like a sore thumb in such a sterile environment; he eschewed his usual coat despite the slight, unshakable chill of an Imperial starship and instead wore the usual burgundy underneath. Sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm so there was no risk of touching the workstation he leaned against, palms resting on the cold surface. He listened to the proceedings silently with his eyes closed, at least until Kryik mentioned where the pilot had been. Then he watched his boss carefully from half-lidded eyes. 

 

Contrary to popular opinion, he read. He read almost as much as the Chief, no matter how much he teased her for it. He didn't know the details, it was four thousand years ago and whatever details weren't lost to time... He didn't have. It was a nagging feeling, for years now, that material like that was restricted for people with higher clearance than him. Despite their desire for freedom, dark side users were notoriously paranoid, eternally afraid of giving out an advantage an underling might use against them. Justifiably. It was the same attitude they imparted to their students. Which might be why he cultivated the popular opinion; better to be seen as lazy and ill-informed, less of a chance someone decides to take care of you. Or see it coming if you took care of them first. Dantooine had been very important to the Jedi, a long time ago. Supposedly everything had been destroyed, around the same time that beacon would've been from. But if something had been found....

 

"No offense to any Revan fans in the room," He added quietly, glancing again in Vespula's direction with what might have been a wink if it hadn't happened so fast. There was something she wasn't telling him. Probably a few things. But she had her reasons. Didn't change his job any, or how he'd handle the room. "Does seem weird that we'd end up at Taris and get pointed to Dantooine. Funny coincidence. Any ideas what he might've been doing there? I doubt it was for the locals, met 'em before, such a boring bunch..."


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On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?

 

 

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IC [Raia Veyura, ISD Insight labs]

 

"If he is after the holocron, then where better to look than in ancient Jedi sites?" Veyura opined. "If the records are correct, Ood Bnar was old enough to have visited the Dantooine ruins before they were ruins. Perhaps the pilot had reason to think he'd find a clue there. Or even the holocron itself."

 

The Umbaran smirked.

 

"But this is all academic. Why speculate when we have the pilot himself sitting in Detention, waiting to be interrogated?"


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Costa chewed her lip for a moment, thankful that her distinct coloration prevented anyone from seeing the vein she imagined was pulsing in her forehead. She was grateful that Veyura had shut up Sarir, who was going on and on about farmer's daughters on Dantooine and Darth Revan ceremonial masks in some inane joke that made her wish she could pull the shrapnel from the astromech droid and decapitate him with it. But the look on her face was disquieting. She did like Raia, for what it was worth, and she even kind of believed that Raia liked her too; they even had girl's nights of a sort on Coruscant, where they'd known each other slightly casually before being assigned to Insight together. That was where the mutual dislike between her and Sarir had begun, too, but it was still Veyura who tipped her off regarding Sarir's impending fate, for no other reason than the Umbaran knew it would matter to the Zeltron. There was no reason she'd want Liare alive aside from Costa wanting it. So as much as the scientist was fond of anything...

It was a useful little "connection," with maximum air quotes. That doesn't mean that she didn't get weird about interrogations. Costa was trained in the art, as every Inquisitor was; breaking Jedi came with the job. Her charm and her pheromones had come in handy many a time, and she even got a mild thrill out of occasionally getting rough with them. But just like sex, it required a certain mood - and the proceedings on Taris had thoroughly soured hers. She'd hit her head when the big guy tackled her, too, the brute they had chained up in the brig awaiting being fired into Prakith from orbit in a carbonite bar. She wasn't in the mood for torturing something. She'd given the pilot a once over and figured on his uselessness. They had what they needed from him.

Veyura seemed to disagree.

"He seems like your regular mark to me," the Chief Inquisitor remarked, arms crossed and one hand squeezing her elbow. "How much more could he know? If we asked him what Ood Bnar was he'd say he was vaccinated for it."

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IC Odiina Brando - Insight:

Being aboard a starship wasn't a new experience for Odiina, but she'd never actually been aboard one of the massive Imperial-I Star Destroyers before. Much less one made especially for the Inquisitorius. The enormous wedge shaped battleship felt familiar though, in so far as it met the same standards and layouts Odiina was already familiar with among imperial stations and ships. The difference was the quality. Everyone and thing aboard the Insight was perfection. So much so that Odiina felt almost out of place.                                                                                                                                   Then again, she really was  out of place. Pulled from Taris, away from her friends and squad to an Inquisitor ship and on the way to some other planet far away. It was unsettling. 

She sat in her new bunk, dressed in fatigues and idly played some game on her datapad without really paying it much attention. Her mind was far more occupied trying to figure out what the inquisitors wanted with her. They had left Dak on Taris. She wondered if she'd ever see the woman again. Some part of her doubted it. 

The time passed as she continued to think.

 

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[Sue, Above The Stray Tach, Lower Reaches]

It was almost insulting, how the past five years could fit into two small suitcases.

 

True, it was partly because aside from an embroidered robe for special occasions, Sue carried little in the way of clothing, which might fill out another being’s luggage quite a bit.  StillーSunorhyyn thought, or had thought, that she had built more of a life during her time in Taris. But aside from basic, necessary tools and her personal vanities, there was little else.  She hadn’t even amassed that many additions to her collections of oils, perfumes, and brushes. In fact, the only thing she appeared to have in any amount was her stash of credits. Some of it was in digital form, but she had never quite outgrown the smuggler’s mentality.

 

Yet, despite the lack of physical evidence, Sue knew he had made something here.  In the gloomy hours between sunset and sunrise, she had carved out a little piece of happiness--hot oil and warm conversation with the aid of well made social lubricant.  She had thought it would last. She had thought a lot of things.

 

Sue picked up her luggage.  That was the easy part done. 

 

Now, she needed to go tell her employer.  Maybe.

Sue sighed, and shut the door to her apartment, stepping into the lift that would take her back to the shell of The Tach.

Edited by Mel

[BZPRPG Profiles]

Hatchi - Talli - Ranok - LuciraMorie - Akiyo - Yukie - Shuuan - Ilykaed

Clan Plangori - Clan Kuychar
I got that string theory--it doesn't work to push, you gotta pull.

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IC: Jorena Kaal, The Stray Tach

"Bwab bwab bwab bwweeeeeeeooooo bwab."

Jorena rubbed her face, looking over at the astromech sitting next to the table, its servo arm pointing at the hole in the ceiling as it rocked back and forth angrily. Its cobalt paint job was chipped, she noted idly, her crimson eyes tracing over E3's dented and batted dome with their usual inexpression, and there was a hole in one of its containment slats. "Mm. It does seem to have gone downhill. But no, we're not leaving."

The arm rattled back into its sheathe. "Bwaeeeoooo?"

Jorena didn't bother answering questions E3 already knew the response to. She had a hunch. That was all she ever had these days, the faint inkling of a need to be somewhere for some reason. She looked at her faint reflection in the back of an azure nail, scarlet looking back at her, mocking her. Those eyes could see so much more so long ago... Could see clearer, see what she was interested in. Not these random sparks that tried to pull her around to wherever they wanted her, for whatever stupid reason. But she still listened to them, except when it got too dangerous to do so. She and E3 hadn't had employment for a bit, so she'd sat on her bed a while and focused really hard on trying to find a job. It wasn't her preferred method--too much usage of that talent and eventually someone might come for her--but the remnants of the skill that had given her such an esteemed position as a little girl were certainly helpful now. 

Speaking of people coming for her, word had it there had been Inquisitors around here. Still, no one that would be interested in her, not these days.

"Dooo," E3 cooed quietly, settling in next to her seat. She patted the astromech on the dome, flicking a small holographic disk onto the table before sitting back and letting her eyes go half-lidded. Just a Pantoran with a of an eye condition, waiting for someone who probably wouldn't come. 

SHIP FOR HIRE, the sign read. Non-serious applicants will be spaced. 

It had been a gag gift from some old colleagues of hers sometime past. Served its purpose well enough now. 

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IC [Tallik Vao, Taris lower city streets]

As he walked with as much inconspicuous confidence as he could back towards the Stray Tach, Tallik Vao couldn't help but berate himself for deciding to do something so stupid as return to the bar where, not even a full rotation ago, he'd fought an Imperial Inquisitor in hand-to-hand combat.

But as bad an option as it was, it somehow looked like his best one. After giving the Inquisitors' troopers the slip, he'd laid low in a safehouse (who was he kidding; a disused maintenance duct with a small stash of supplies) he and Cy (don't think about Cy) maintained. With little else to do but massage his bruises and eat expired nutripacks, he'd plugged the New Republic guy's data chip into a datapad to see if he could figure out what all the fuss was about.

It wasn't exactly enlightening. Some of it was meaningless to him: some kind of cipher, he guessed, but couldn't glean anything from it. The only information he could make anything of was a set of coordinates; he recognised the planet code as Dantooine. It wasn't much to go on — in fact it was only a little more than nothing. But he needed to get off-world, and if he was now an accessory to whatever this spy had been up to, he may as well follow through with it.

The Midge wasn't an option; he couldn't fly it alone, and the Imps would be on the lookout for any illegally docked vessels leaving the planet. That meant he needed passage on a ship, with a captain who'd ask as few questions as possible. Finding that could be difficult, and wasn't something he was used to doing; after all, he was usually on the other side of the equation. He and Cy (don't think about Cy) had contacts on Taris, of course, but they'd been gone a long time; Imperial credits would likely be more motivating than half-remembered loyalties. There was only one person on Taris he could think of who'd be streetwise enough to know of a suitable ship, and decent enough not to sell him out, and that was Sunorhyyn. Bartenders saw all kinds of comings and goings, and despite being barely more than acquaintances, Tallik somehow felt he could trust the Wookiee. It was an odd but familiar kind of hunch, and he'd learned to trust them when they came.

And he couldn't help thinking, with what foolish hope he had left, that maybe she'd have some idea what the Inquisitors had done with Cylund.

Don't. Think. About. Cy.


So back to the Tach he went.

Hopefully he wouldn't be recognised: he'd scraped together as much of a disguise as he could from the gear in the safehouse, namely a large and shapeless poncho, a pair of mirrored goggles, and a passable Twi'lek headdress he'd improvised from some strips of cloth. He told himself the last place the Imps would expect a suspect to go was the scene of the crime (and felt foolish even as he did). But again: it was the best option he had.

He spotted the Wookiee before he'd even reached the bar, which was unexpected. Even more unexpected was that she appeared to be carrying a pair of suitcases. He quickened his step to catch up with her.

"You going somewhere, Sue?" he asked in a low voice once he was close enough, hoping not to make her jump. Even knowing her generally mellow temperament, he knew better than to startle a Wookiee.

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IC (Isariah, ISD Insight):

The Inquisitorius was nothing if not efficient. After the freelancer's ship had managed to limp into orbit, docking arrangements were made with one of the bays aboard the Star Destroyer, and, following a smooth prisoner transfer, Isariah was now fretting over her beautiful, broken ship as a crew of technicians worked at repairing the damage inflicted by her last job. While she tried to stay out of the techs' way, a mix of curiosity and protectiveness might have made her a little bit of a nuisance.

Regarding the prisoners she had transported for the Inquisitors... they'd made their bed. The easy way had been offered to them, and they'd refused it with extreme prejudice. While her gut told her that nothing good awaited them, she couldn't bring herself to feel too worried about it.

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IC (Varis, ISD Insight):

In her quarters, Inquisitor Kalaf sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, eyebrows raised, and a tattooing needle raised to the skin of one eyelid. Her left hand moved in quick, precise movements, guided with the aid of the Force to fill in a design within the hemisphere she had already drawn upon that eyelid. As she sat, eyes closed, expression placid, she remembered the view of Taris from space; a shimmering jewel, incandescent, iridescent, alive.

And she remembered what she had seen on the ground, what Taris was like up-close. Choked by smog, desiccated, a broken world limping along to no end.

Neither vision was really false, but the two could not coexist. Taris the Jewel concealed and denied; Taris the Corpse shattered and stained. Incompatible truths. Past and present, intermingled, at war with themselves and each other, and no clear vision for the future. A beautiful atmosphere did not give the people of Taris hope; the scars of the past did not give them a plan.

And so the Zabrak Inquisitor, the seeker of truth, tattooed what she had seen upon her eyelids. As abstract shapes were impressed upon the right, forming the image of a shattered hemisphere, a single tear escaped her eye, running down her cheek as it mingled with the blood inherent to the process.

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We will remember - Skies may fade and stars may wane; we won't forget


And your light shines bright - yes so much brighter shine on


We will remember - Until the skies will fall we won't forget


We will remember


We all shall follow doom

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[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.


[BZPRPG Profiles]

Hatchi - Talli - Ranok - LuciraMorie - Akiyo - Yukie - Shuuan - Ilykaed

Clan Plangori - Clan Kuychar
I got that string theory--it doesn't work to push, you gotta pull.

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IC: Jorena Kaal, The Stray Tach

Jorena's crimson eyes opened again, looking over the Wookie and the fairly shabbily disguised Twi'lek. Not that she had any idea who he was, mind, but a good disguise was usually a bit less obvious than... that. To be fair, however, there were a lot of reasons one went disguised in the underbelly of Taris, and she wasn't one to judge. Not when she might be one of ten Chiss on the planet. The Wookie was one of the bartenders here, she seemed to remember, a relatively stable job in a place like this. One could only wonder why she'd be leaving that kind of comparative stability, least of in the company of a bounty hunter. And she seemed to be intent to do so quickly, as well, judging from the presence of her luggage. Probably something to do with that hole in the wall.

Maybe she wanted to go on vacation, she thought sardonically. Naboo was great this time of year.

"Mmm," she said verbosely after a few moments, reaching out and tapping the disk once to turn it off, palming it before patting the astromech on the head, putting gentle pressure to get him to move away from obstructing the booth. "We'll go with yes." She looked down at the droid a moment, her eyes and his blinking indicator light exchanging a glance before he rattled to the side with a faint "bweeeeoooo" of protest at being made to move so Tallik could sit. 

Far more polite than he usually was. Then again, E3 tended to be a lot less disruptive when credits might be about to exchange hands. The Chiss turned her attention back to the Wookie, scratching at an azure cheek with a nail as she sat back in her seat. Her metabolism tended to give her an advantage whenever alcohol was involved, but the Wookie almost certainly had her beat on that front regardless. And hopefully she wouldn't need to leverage much in the negotiations, these people must be really desperate if they'd come to this bar and asked her of all people for passage.

"I'm Captain Jorena Kaal, of the Mossy Badger. This is R2-E3. Pleasure to meet you both."

It was pointless to ask why they needed her services, of course, that much was obvious. Might as well skip to the point. She lowered her voice.

"How many, where to, and how careful?"

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[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.”


[BZPRPG Profiles]

Hatchi - Talli - Ranok - LuciraMorie - Akiyo - Yukie - Shuuan - Ilykaed

Clan Plangori - Clan Kuychar
I got that string theory--it doesn't work to push, you gotta pull.

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IC [Tallik Vao, The Stray Tach]

"Dantooine," Tallik said, quietly but decisively, hunched over his ale. "I need to get to Dantooine."


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[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.

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[BZPRPG Profiles]

Hatchi - Talli - Ranok - LuciraMorie - Akiyo - Yukie - Shuuan - Ilykaed

Clan Plangori - Clan Kuychar
I got that string theory--it doesn't work to push, you gotta pull.

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IC: Jorena Kaal, The Stray Tach 

Jorena raised one dark eyebrow, looking over the two of them again. 

So one needed to go somewhere, the other just wanted to get out. Not such a unified front. Still, if their money was good, that really didn't matter much to her. Hopefully the rat ####### that called itself her brain-stem was guiding her toward coin rather than destiny. She'd asked for the former, and no one had time for the latter. Still, the certainty with which the Twi'lek stated his desire to go to Dantooine was... troubling.

Very troubling. 

Her eyes flicked across to E3. The astromech rattled a bit and looked back at her with his visual sensor. 

"To that backwater? Suppose it's as good a place as any to run to ground, if this place isn't good enough," she said. "2000 credits seem fair, all told? That's a private cabin for both of you, few questions, quick departure. We can leave when you're ready. The Badger's no blockade runner, but we'll get there fast enough."

Dantooine wasn't a very long trip, but it was still a few days. That, combined with leaving fast and whatever trouble was chasing them upped the price. 

Her crimson gaze fell on the suitcases a moment, then returned to Sue's face. "Seems you're in a bit of a rush as is. If you've got the credits I'll have E3 go ahead and prep her."

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[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.


[BZPRPG Profiles]

Hatchi - Talli - Ranok - LuciraMorie - Akiyo - Yukie - Shuuan - Ilykaed

Clan Plangori - Clan Kuychar
I got that string theory--it doesn't work to push, you gotta pull.

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IC [Tallik Vao, The Stray Tach]

The odd-looking Pantoran's price wasn't outrageous; it was about what he and Cy would've charged for that kind of job. More to the point, he could afford it with what he had on him, though not with much to spare. So he was quietly relieved when Sue chose to haggle the price down; who knew what difference a couple of hundred credits would make once they got to Dantooine?

He let Sue take the lead on the negotiations, giving only a small nod to indicate his support for her offer.


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IC: Jorena Kaal, The Stray Tach

The Chiss looked back at her evenly for a few moments, then shrugged. "That's acceptable if you're willing to help around the ship. Nothing major, but E3 is notoriously bad at mixing drinks." She smiled faintly, tapping the droid on the head. Don't argue with a Wookie unless you have some way of defraying the situation. Choohoo had taught her that much.

"Bwab. Bwab bwweeeeeeooo."

He trundled off, access panels rattling as he hit the threshold and left into the access passageway. She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, looking over the Twi'lek a moment, then returning her gaze to the Wookie. "You've not told me names, though I care for that little more than having something to refer to you. Mmm. The eyes are not contagious. Just something I have to deal with. We can follow E3 when you're ready."

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[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.


[BZPRPG Profiles]

Hatchi - Talli - Ranok - LuciraMorie - Akiyo - Yukie - Shuuan - Ilykaed

Clan Plangori - Clan Kuychar
I got that string theory--it doesn't work to push, you gotta pull.

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IC [Tallik Vao, The Stray Tach]

Tallik placed his own down-payment on the table beside Sue's, and gulped down the last of his ale.

"No, nothing else," he replied. "The sooner we get going, the better."

Eyes still hidden by the mirrored goggles, he turned his head a little to address Kaal.

"Names can wait until we're on the ship."


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[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.


[BZPRPG Profiles]

Hatchi - Talli - Ranok - LuciraMorie - Akiyo - Yukie - Shuuan - Ilykaed

Clan Plangori - Clan Kuychar
I got that string theory--it doesn't work to push, you gotta pull.

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IC: Jorena Kaal, The Stray Tach

The Chiss smiled faintly, sweeping the credits up and slipping them into her pocket. "I know the name you go by. Didn't know if you had some new name you wanted me to use considering the situation."

And, you know. If there wasn't time for manners what was the galaxy coming to?

"Suppose waiting for the ship is a better idea," she acknowledged. In fairness, this kind of transport wasn't exactly her area of expertise. Normally she would be asking them to come along with her. Asking with her blaster. And some durasteel cuffs. Or a crowbar and plastic ties, in one instance. 

She stood and stretched, her back popping a time or two, then adjusted her belt holster to sling low around her hips, where it should be. She beckoned for the two of them to follow her, then started to walk off toward the ship docks. 

A few minutes later they arrived at Dock 17-B, where the Badger was already warmed up. A few spacers Kaal knew had problems with their droid having the level of authorization to fly and perform maintenance that E3 had, especially with no restraining bolt, but as far as she was concerned... The crusty jerk of a droid couldn't get that far with it, he knew the consequences, and he was more trustworthy than almost anyone she'd ever met. Always knew where you stood with him, at the very least.

The Badger itself was a reflection of her captain--she looked like a mostly ordinary YT-2400, admittedly an older and fairly battered one. An experienced eye could tell she still flew well, though. On the other hand, the same experienced eye would be downright disturbed at the weapons that took up a few of her 13 gun emplacements. 2400s had a huge hull for their class and significant power generation, and the Badger was no different--but those guns definitely didn't look like they were of Correllian make, and the emplacements had heavy alterations to allow the strange, thick cylindrical weapons to be fitted properly. 

The astromech was already rolling down the walkway onto the ship. 

"You go ahead and handle the power reassignment, E3?"

"Eeeee. Oooo."

Her crimson eyes narrowed. "Just make it easy to reverse. We don't need the internal fields generated, and I'd prefer to have some more power to work with. In the event of any difficulties."

"Bwaaaaaaab," E3 responded, rattling angrily before trundling off again into the depths of the ship.

Kaal nodded to the other two, leading them into the ship and to some relatively well outfitted cabins. They were nice enough, if a little spartan and infrequently used. "These are yours. Feel free to settle in, we'll set out for Dantooine soon enough. I'll come get you when we're eating, but otherwise feel free to relax or hang around in the common room. I'll be around. Need anything else from me?"

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IC Odiina Brando - ISD Insight:

Time dragged on, and despite her best efforts, Odiina felt a growing restlessness within. The slight chill of the air, the endless drone of lights and the ever present subtle rumble of the engines. Her thoughts kept returning to Taris, and the life she was leaving behind there. It had been.....comfortably boring on Taris. Quiet.  Peaceful, even. Now there was too much sound and thinking and it all grated at her, and she finally sighed, stood, and with a casual toss of her data pad onto the bunk, hit the door control and began to take a walk, in search of a mess hall.

 

OoC: OFI

 


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