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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 8, 2012 23:01:37 GMT -5
Var closed her eyes for a minute, stifling the anger she felt even as she weighed the situation in her mind Donnie was here, buying parts for the bucket. Shine was here, buying parts for his ship. It was a necessary evil for now. Both the people she knew needed a service. That couldn't be changed.
But there was a limit to the owner's use. He was only useful until the money changed hands.
That was the way it worked in Hutt Space. Services. Goods. Deals. Betrayals. Yes, Tatooine was possibly the most civilized Hutt world, dating back to the days when it wasn't always owned by the Hutts. But life was cheap. Slavery was rampant.
If she could, she'd have taken her lightsaber to every single pair of shackles on the whole world, and to every neck of every cruel master. There would be blood on the sand if she had her wish. But she was just one woman, hardly a match for the injustices of a whole planet, the same injustices as the galaxy. Slavery had existed before she was born, and it would linger after she had died. It was hard to bring about change. Very hard.
The alabaster Twi'lek flexed her hand by her side, letting it brush against the hilt of her lightsaber.
But she could make a change here for this girl. It only took one person to change a life. What Donnie and every ordinary person she'd met had done for her, what that Jedi so long ago had done for her was something she could do now. Give a new life.
Conviction came into her mind. A plan. She'd wait, wait until both her allies had done their business, once all the questions were settled. And then she'd eliminate the owner. Quickly. Decisively. Quietly. By returning Donnie and Shine their credits, she could pay them back for the good they'd done her.
"Get your parts Shine," Var answered after a long silence, her voice cold. Icy in fact. There was a dark resolve in her words. She was done planning, she knew exactly what she'd do and how. It was down to biding her time now.
"And you Donnie. Leave this to me."
The slender Twi'lek clad in black stepped away from the others and placed herself up against the wall, removing her lightsaber from her belt and tucking the cool metal cylinder up her sleeve. She would have the element of surprise on her side now.
She'd made the mistake of being evil before. Now was her chance to prove there was something good in her by striking a blow for justice now, by killing for the right reasons. It wasn't the Jedi way. It wasn't the Sith way.
It was her way.
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Post by The Conman on Feb 9, 2012 0:28:57 GMT -5
Donnie nodded, it was apparent Var had an understanding of what was going on. As long as there was a deal pending, the shop's owner was safe.
Nize tah me'cha shien.
Donnie said, shaking the man's hand.
Is'orry aba'da huttese, basik innit m'firs lang-gu-gage.
She said to Shine.
Bah Is tryin' tah keep eet inda Basik dough.
She finished, leaning back on the nearby counter and crossing her arms. Doneeda wasn't a person who liked to wait, generally she would have been complaining by now. But the current situation, and the fact that Var was going to be killing somebody in the very near future, had a silencing effect on the woman.
She looked around absent minded, not entirely sure what to do. Raja motored back into the room, and sat behind the counter, as if waiting for one of them to buy something. The silence was deafening. So, Donnie decided to talk to Raja.
Ay'dere, wassup?
She asked the slave.
Ah...yo' pee bazik?
Raja asked.
Nooo...yous'a 'maginin' eet.
Raja was about to respond when the door triumphantly flew open, and the Owner of the shop strode in.
Myy Myy Myyy, I haven't seen this many customers in here at the same time in years!
He said, walking over to Donnie, nodding at Shine and Var as he did so. Doneeda lifted herself from her lean on the counter, standing square on to the man who was approaching her.
Raja, why doesn't this woman have her product in her hand?
He asked, noticing that Donnie wasn't holding the Co-Processor she'd come to buy.
Ah...I...I'll ge 'eed.
She said sheepishly, taking of with astonishing speed to the back of the shop.
Allrigh'. So, I have a lead, a solid lead at that, on the thruster your lookin' for. 'sat Jerop's, other side of the city, just on the outskirts. Says he wants 400 for it, but -
He took annother look up and down Donnie.
One such as yourself won't be payin' full pop from him. Man's a Twi'lek. Play your cards right, darlin, and you'll have yourself an engine for a song...well...maybe more like a lapdance, but you get the picture.
He finished with a hearty guffaw. Doneeda smirked, looking at him like he had three heads. He stared back at her for a moment, before suddenly having a "lightbulb".
RIGHT, You don't speak Basic. Hah...RAAAJAAAA, FRONT AND CENTER, NOW DAMNIT!
He yelled, a sudden crash and yelp accompanying the Orange twi'lek rocketing out of the back, a computer board about the size of a dinner plate in her hand. Raja scooted over to the pair, and handed Doneeda the part.
Translate.
The man said, gesturing to Doneeda.
Bah, mas'er, sh-
*BIFF*
The man turned to Shine, after whacking the slave.
Don't overpay for slaves, the lookers are the ones without the brains, this girl's gonna be the death of me.
He said with a guffaw, before recounting what he'd just said in basic, only translated via Raja, leaving out the comment about Doneeda giving somebody a lapdance.
Raja dutifully translated, though it was clear she didn't fully understand the meaning of some of the words, the idea got across. Doneeda gave her an A for effort, Basic was a silly language.
She pulled out a wad of credits from the back pocket of her shorts, and thumbed out 320, then thumbed out another 50, and put them all together and handed them to the man.
Well, pleasure doin' business with yah.
He said, taking one last look at Donnie before turning back to Shine.
Afternoon there, what can I do for yah?
He asked.
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Post by Jazen on Feb 13, 2012 21:16:13 GMT -5
One of the greatest nuisances in the galaxy was being a spectator to a conversation that one believed they were a part of or one that concerned a situation that one would like to know about. This was one of those times; and the woman who seemingly knew Var only spoke in Huttese!
Judging from the slave girl and Var's reaction to her, Shine had a handle on what the problem coming up was. Var saw herself in this girl, a young woman in slavery and abused by her owner, likely in a sexual way as much as physical abuse. Var's icy cold voice when she spoke added to this belief and Shine watched her calmly as the woman stalked to the wall. There was a shift under her robes, perhaps the shuffling of a weapon, but it could be Var adjusting her underclothes for all he knew. Still, paying an eye to watch the woman wouldn't hurt.
The woman that Var had addressed as Donnie tried speaking to him them, of course only in that damned Hutt language. When the owner of the shop burst onto the scene, it broke the dull silence that had followed in Var's words. Turning his head to watch, Shine muttered under his breath to Vis "Translate for me if need be. Transfer the words to my datapad" before pulling out said pad to keep up with the conversation.
As Shine listened to the man speak in Basic, part of him revolted at the man's mannerisms. It should be expected, on a place like Tatooine, that manners would be in short order. But what this man had said about this woman using her body to lower the price, well, that was just rude. A compliment, in a way, but rude nonetheless. And when the man smacked the girl before turning to Shine, it took a considerable amount of will to not hit the man right back.
The girl translated what the man said this time, so that Donnie could understand, although there were key parts being left out now that she was being spoken to in a language she understood. Another foul move that made Shine wish he didn't need to be here for that damnable part. After a minute or two, the deal between Donnie and the man concluded and as such, the man's attention swung to him.
"A friend of a friend of a scumbag dealer told me you had a little something that would give my engines a little extra kick. Here, I've got the information right here." The pad that he had intended to use to translate words was showing the part he needed now, the details distinguishing it clearly from any other. The man took the pad from Shine, squinted at it, then chuckled loudly as if he'd had some great wakeup call.
"Ah yea, I've got a few of them darned things in the back. Only one in decent condition though and it'll cost a pretty penny to get it."
"Don't worry, I'm willing to pay. What we talking here? 1000 creds? 2?"
"Probably about 2500, considering that its almost brand new and the rarity of the device. It's not a bad price all considered."
"2500 huh? I'll buy it from you for 1700. I mean, after all, the part may be rare, but you said before that it was only in decent shape and I'd like to inspect its quality for myself. If it's better, then I'll add in another 300 perhaps." And then the haggling began.
It didn't take long, but after a quick paced battle of prices and words, they decided to sell it from 1750 even, a fair price though not what the man had hoped to see it for. While he was collecting the creds, Shine glanced at the girl, who was staring blankly at the floor. "Seems like you're good at getting good investments. How much did you pay for that one?"
"That one? Paid an even 5 thousand. Not a bad price for one so young; they are usually much pricier at that age. Gotta say...she's worth every credit. Why...looking to pick up another part? For for the entertainment section of your ship?" Shine smiled, though his body language was one step shy of drawing his blaster.
"Not quite. But enough of that for now. We'll talk more on that in a minute. I think your hands will be full in a moment." Shine didn't glance back to Var, but he did make to move clear of her path. And to probably everyone's luck, the man followed him with his gaze. If Shine was right, then that was probably the worst move he could have ever made. Especially after Shine had half tricked him into admitting what the girl's real purpose was.
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Feb 13, 2012 22:35:12 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 13, 2012 22:35:12 GMT -5
Var watched the man from her place in the shadowy wall, her hatred intensifying with each passing second. This man was a monster, who'd hurt this girl for far too long. And injustice had allowed him to get away with it, with abusing his power with every day. That aroused her anger, and it almost boiled over when he struck the girl. As his fist impacted on her orange-skinned face, a fire came into Var's green eyes, and her gloved hands balled into fists, longing to clench around his throat with the Force and rip his life away from him.
Her hatred, her malice, was aroused.
Varulla'aba was no Jedi. Not anymore. And she didn't want to be. How could anyone sit by this situation and not take action to right the wrongs? How could they impartially refuse to use anger when anger was warranted? What didn't matter was whether or not you gave into anger or not, what mattered was when you embraced anger as opposed to other emotions.
Spending so much time with 'normal' people had taught her that there was a time for every emotion. She didn't need to be constantly angry, to constantly be hating. That took too much of a toll on her, demanded too much of her. But anger now was right. It was the time for her hate and her fury. She merely had to wait for the right moment to cast aside her control and yield to those emotions.
She stood there through Donnie's interaction, watching the credits exchange hands and be placed into a cash register in silence, her jaw set and a smoldering fury in her eyes. She stood as he talked with Shine, arranging for parts, and eventually bringing them in from the back of the shop in a large bin. She waited until Shine handed him credits, and when he turned away...
The alabaster Twi'lek followed him silently, moving away from the wall, and shifting her lightsaber into her hand. The shop owner started to place the credits into the register when Var sprang into action.
With a loud snap/hiss, a red saber blade shimmered into existence, slashing directly into the small of the man's back and cutting straight through to the other side, protruding from his stomach. Gloved hands twisted the blade around before prying it out, and the man fell down onto his side, turning pale and moaning.
It had been a strategic strike, an attack geared to cause him pain rather than kill him instantly. If she'd wanted things to be painless or easy for him she would have severed his head from his shoulders or sent the red blade directly through his heart. But that would be too good for this scum.
The Twi'lek extended one hand, fingers reaching out as if to touch him, and she unleashed a blood-curdling yell, even as blue lightning shot from her fingers and crackled around the shop owner's body, enveloping him like something alive, like a ravenous creature.
His screams mingled with Var's yell as he writhed weakly on the floor. And the slender Twi'lek didn't stop. A look of rage remained on her face for long seconds, even after she finished her yell. And then, just before the man could pass out, she stopped.
He lay there on the ground, weak and exhausted, ashen, and now covered in burns, unable to move, unable to resist. Var took a step closer and moved her boot to rest over his throat. Then she stepped down, pushing with the full weight of her body, watching as his weak arms flailed, desperately trying to reach her foot and pull it away, striving to cling on to life, and failing. Finally his arms stopped moving, and then his eyes took on a glassy shade.
He was dead.
She spat vehemently onto his corpse as she deactivated her lightsaber, returning it to her belt.
The lithe Twi'lek removed her foot and stepped over the corpse as she reached into the register, quickly stripping it of credits as she contemplated her next move. She had a plan now.
First she approached Shine, looking visibly more relaxed, and she placed half the credits into his hand, bending his fingers back over to take hold of the money, gently yet firmly, making it clear this was the way it had to be.
"For all your trouble," She said in a silky tone, as if she hadn't just killed a man out of rage.
Then she handed the remainder of the money to Donnie. "This should take care of the costs for our new friend."
Then Var folded her arms and lapsed into a contemplative silence, simultaneously relieved at making a change and quenching her fury, but mindful of the ramifications this would mean for coming back to Tatooine.
But so be it. She had no intentions of coming back to this planet ever again. There was nothing left for her.
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Post by The Conman on Feb 14, 2012 1:33:45 GMT -5
Donnie had drifted out behind Var and Shine by the time Var decided to off the owner.
When the saber popped on she jumped, but wasn't prepared for the brutality that was about to ensue. She wasn't a doctor, but Donnie could have sworn that the wound inflicted by the saber wouldnt've been fatal. At least not immediately.
Her thoughts were proven right when Var started screaming and shooting lightning from her hands. By this point, Doneeda had taken refuge behind a Shelf, finding Raja doing something similar.
Donnie looked over. It was odd. Raja didn't look overly phased by the whole event, she was just sitting there. Staring at the shelf across from them, full of Phram oil filters. It was as if she'd taken cover to simply avoid the lightning that was pouring out of Var, but once she was behind cover, she didn't really care.
Then, as fast as it began, it ended. Donnie did a mental ten count before hazarding to raise her head above the shelf. Once she did so, she saw Var standing on the guy's throat, as he expired. Donnie closed her eyes for a moment before scooting back out, near Shine.
The twi'lek wasn't entirely sure what to say. Var gave Shine and her a considerable wad of credits. Donnie was fixated on the burnt corpse now occupying the ground. She wasn't sure if she should be disgusted, or ..well...what. It was somewhat gross, all burnt and red, and dead.
So...Ah...wha'we gon' do wid...
Doneeda was about to say "that", when she saw Raja scoot over out of nowhere and poke the man. Hard. With a broomstick.
She looked over to Doneeda.
Dea'?
She asked, almost silently.
Yep. Uh, I'm pre'sure he's bough' eet. Pushin' up da daisies. Pass'on, move' on fro'da mordal koil. Gondoa beddar plaec, playin' inda grea' gi' inda sky...kaput...yah.
The look on Raja's face went through pretty well every available emotion to her. It took a bit before she settled on something that looked somewhere between anger and joy, to Doneeda at least.
Then, a few things happened in very rapid succession.
Raja, for probably the first time in her life, was free. And she started crying. Then, while still crying, turned the broom around and proceeded to begin beating the still-warm corpse of her former owner as hard as she could with said broom.
Donnie, who by this point had backed up a few steps, wasn't sure if she was still in reality. Between the screaming slave, the dead body, and everybody's apparent acceptance of the situation, she simply, and wordlessly, turned and walked out the front door.
The twi'lek strode over to her swoop, popped open the cargo compartment behind the seat and pulled out a cigarette and lit it, leaning on the machine and trying to figure out what had just happened.
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Post by Jazen on Feb 24, 2012 15:20:42 GMT -5
The tension Shine had been feeling from Var should have prepared him for what was likely to come. But like most assumptions, what Shine believed might happen was completely put to shame by what actually happened.
Like a fire growing steady in the background, Var's urge to do violence had only been fueled by the actions the man undertook before her eyes. Shine only knew this because behind his mask of calm and uncaring, his own disgust at the show before him had been growing. Shine was for all intents and purposes a smuggler, out to do whatever job paid. That didn't mean he was without certain dislikes in that area and slavery was near the top of that list.
So when Var suddenly launched into action, the only reaction Shine had to it was a result of the brutality that ensured. Shine had been around the universe, had seen some things that would make lesser men cringe at the sight. What Var was systematically doing to this man though, even made Shine's stomach protest. She wasn't content on just ending this man's life. Her intent was to make him suffer for his actions before giving him the ease of death.
Almost instinctively, Shine had shifted his position to place himself between the chaos happening and the young girl. Despite what had been likely done to her, Shine figured this was something she didn't need to see. When she tried to look, he simply shook his head and whispered to her to look only at his back, with Vis translating into Huttese so she could understand clearly.
The whole event took longer then it should have, complete with a show that even Shine had not predicted. A small shudder worked its way up his spine at the sight of the ferocity of the woman, of the red blade that might have been coated in blood, of the blue lightning that mirrored the rage inside Var's eyes. With mercy far from her mind, she ended the whole scene by stepping on his throat and pushing the life away from him as his last desperate attempts to save his life ended with a sigh.
The girl and Donnie, to Shine's surprise, had at some point taken cover behind a shelf. Glancing once more at the smoking corpse that had a minute ago been a man, Shine turned to Var just as she approached him. A twist of the finger later, both he and Donnie were holding more credits then they had come in here with. Then the girl, Raja was it, was over at the body and after a brief conversation with Donnie, was beating the lifeless corpse with a fury Shine hadn't expected in one so young.
After a moment, the room was silent, save for Raja's labored crying. Letting out the breath that he'd been holding, Shine turned to Var first. "Well...I'm glad I'm on your good side." Sighing, Shine reached up and patted her on the shoulder. "Can't say or not if you did the right thing for everyone, but if I do know one thing, you did the right thing for her. Course, she can't stay here anymore. I know a thing or two about slavers and the Hutt's take slave contracts very seriously. The sooner she gets off planet, the better."
Stepping towards the girl, Shine bent down and smiled at her, extending a hand towards her in a calm gesture to show he meant her no harm. Easily and slowly, he took the broom from her hand and placed it aside, then put a hand on her shoulder as easily as he could. Nodding to Vis to translate again, Shine calmly explained the situation to her.
"So as I see it, you got two options kid. We can take you off planet and then let you work out for yourself where to go...or you can come along with me." Shine could almost sense the girl tense, but he only smiled back. "No, I'm not thinking of doing what this piece of smoking dung did. I'm giving you the choice, the freedom to pick what you want to do.
And if you come with me, it won't be like how he had you. You'll be free to do as you want aboard my vessel and if you want, help out around the ship. And if you choose to stick around, you're welcome to help with any jobs I might do in the future. You'll be paid of course and have access to quarters of you're own and possess things you want. And I promise I'll never touch you in the manner this man did. Or harm you in any way. So long as you're in my employ, you'll be safe and the fool that tries to break my promise will get a right blaster bolt for his crimes.
You don't have to decide now. But we do have to get out of here before someone comes along and finds stinky over there." Offering his hand for her to take, Shine turned back to Var with a more serious expression painting his face. "We seriously do have to go. Now. My ship's in docking bay 37. Let's get there and then we'll figure out what to do next. I do still owe you a message from my buddy here and maybe by then I'll have it."
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Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Feb 24, 2012 17:59:46 GMT -5
Var closed her improbably green and large eyes, lowering her breathing further. She'd noticed Raja beating her master's corpse with the broom, and she had to admit twenty years ago she would have done the same exact thing in a heartbeat if her master's corpse was at her feet. Timidity vanished at moments like that, and they were seized. But it was highly personal for the orange Twi'lek, her own special moment. Var's was over, and with her bloodlust satiated it was time to calm herself, to regain control. There was a time and a place for rage, and it had been just now, and not a moment longer.
The pale Twi'lek focused on taking regular breaths, in through her nose and out through her mouth, running through old Jedi calming exercises she'd never forgotten. There was a place for those too, as she was learning about all things. Just because she couldn't be good didn't mean she had to be evil. And that was good, because she wasn't truly an evil woman at her core. Wounded yes, slightly b*tchy yes, and even spiteful and easily angered, but not evil. She'd never had the makings of a true Sith.
Shine was talking to Raja now, delivering her a proposal to come with him and help setting up a new life. Already he'd proven himself to be a genuine and compassionate person. The sort Var doubted she could ever become. If evil wasn't in her character, neither was being 'good.' Her anger, her vindictiveness would doom her from that perspective. Luckily for her someone like Shine had come along and not someone like herself.
Var opened her eyes again when Shine addressed her instead of Raja. It was then that she noticed after a quick glance around the room that Donnie was gone. That wasn't particularly surprising for her. Donnie wasn't as... hard... as Var was. The taller, younger, and much more bodily-gifted Twi'lek didn't have the same iron will and stomach, and the site of bodies once before on Murkhana had provoked an episode of vomiting. Even apart from that, some people handled death differently from others. It was possible she didn't want to be confronted by it this way.
It was also possible that her carefree and happy nature didn't want to be around so much emotions, so much pain. Donnie was like family though, a sister, and Var couldn't fault her. Merely sigh, which she did, and listen to Shine.
The time for action had come again. And a resolution was formed in her head. It was time to leave. Again.
"Yes," She agreed as she looked out the door, a distant look on her face. Leaving wouldn't be easy. Not this time. "Even if both my parents are dead and gone, it's time to leave. Maybe you can carry me just a bit further, and take me to them if they're alive, or at least let me pay my respects at their graves if I truly have no one left."
Her gaze softened as she stared out the door into the bright light. Another resolution forming in her mind.
"There's just one more thing I have to do. Go on, I'll meet you at your ship."
The alabaster-skinned Twi'lek woman turned and slowly walked out the door, coming to a stop by Donnie and her swoop, black boots kicking up a tiny cloud of dust. She eyed the pilot again, for what could very well be the last time. The sand-colored girl was smoking a cigarette, leaned against the vehicle.
Var felt a lump in her throat form as she contemplated the action she was about to take, wondering if it was really that dangerous an impulse, wondering if it was the right decision. There was only one way to tell.
"Donnie, I have something important to say. Please listen..." Green eyes fixated on the other woman, making direct eye contact, and showing nothing but a haunting sincerity. "I'm leaving now. I- I tried to be a Sith, but I'm not. Today I should have been able to murder a widow and an orphan without blinking an eyelash, for revenge. But I couldn't. I can't stay, not anymore. And Shine thinks my mother might still be alive. And even if she isn't, I want to say goodbye at her grave. This may be the last time I see you, and I need you to do something."
Slender hands reached around her neck and unfastened a necklace, and it emerged from under her tunic, revealing the object. The silver crystal Koeing had given her. She took it into a shaking hand as a tear slid down her pale cheek.
"I need you to give this to Koeing. Tell him I love him, and tell him he deserved better than me. Let him know I couldn't be the strong woman he deserved. And tell him... Tell him I'm sorry."
Var almost choked up from the last words, and finally her emotions got the best of her. She reached out to hug Donnie, an unprecedented action for her, tears flowing down her cheeks again.
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Post by The Conman on Mar 1, 2012 20:12:54 GMT -5
Doneeda, who, by this point, was completely confused by the days events, rolled with Var's hug for a few moments before breaking it off. Physical stuff wasn't Var's thing, and the gesture caught Donnie off guard. After letting go, she tossed her cigarette into the street, then looked at the necklace Var had given her, then rolled up the string and held it in her hand at her side.
So...That's it? Your just going?
Donnie asked calmly.
It wasn't that Doneeda was ok with the situation. In fact, she was far from it. Being told by somebody you'd dodged the law with, nearly gotten blown out of the sky over and even drank with, that you were essentially a messenger wasn't a good feeling.
But...Doneeda wasn't a stranger to such situations. It seemed, to her, that she'd made a habit of ending up in situations where people would end up using her for some purpose. Her parents, to look charitable and worldly. Her "Friends" back on Corellia, so they could make money. Now Var, as a means to get from planet to planet in one piece. Only to have to tell Var's boyfriend, who was a sith, that she'd left him.
Donnie chuckled slightly at that notion, making a mental note to get her Will together. That'd certainly be an interesting conversation.
The younger of the pair pushed one of her leeku over her shoulder, then crossed her arms and surveyed her situation.
She had a ship. A decent ship, at that, and money. No crew, but that wasn't a huge deal. She'd be able to rustle something up if she needed too. No attachments, and, at this point, a disturbing lack of friends. Regardless, she wasn't in a bad situation.
Yes, Var was effectively telling her to "piss off", but, on the other side of the coin, she wasn't in Sith space anymore. She had a ship, and money.
Donnie looked back to Var, and un-crossed her arms, pocketing the stone Var had given her.
Allright, I'll do it for you, on one condition...You keep in touch. You know my comm ID, Don't be a stranger.
Donnie said, cosing the distance between herself and Var, and dropping her voice an octave.
And...Don't be too rough with him...
She said, with a wink.
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Mar 8, 2012 20:26:10 GMT -5
Post by Jazen on Mar 8, 2012 20:26:10 GMT -5
Shine didn't waste time with unnecessary words. When Var said there was one last thing she had to do, his reply was an understanding nod and a quick "make it quick". Then, with an offered hand to Raja, who stared at it for a moment longer then Shine would have liked before taking it, Shine exited the shop in quick order. Giving Var's friend Donnie a quick nod of acknowledgement as well, Shine took off down the dusty roads.
Shine made sure Raja stuck close to him as they made their way down the hangars, Shine's eyes flickering to the corners and gaping doorways. There was still time before Var's actions were likely to attract any attention, but from the man's screams, who could say that someone nearby had not overheard. True, law enforcement on Tatooine was practically non-existent...but the Hutt's were worse by far.
And the last thing Shine wanted was to be caught with a slave girl who he'd essentially stolen after her previous master had been killed. At least, not caught on planet.
Docking bay 37 could not have appeared any faster then it did. Shine recognized the ugly markings that had defaced the hangar door, the damaged outer light that dangled haphazardly from its wiring, the lazy Gamorrean porker dozing outside its entrance, as the place where he'd emerged onto this planet. Strolling past the dozing pig, Shine gave him one quick glance before entering in the hangar's key code.
If there was an ambush to be had, the open hangar between the door and his ship would have been the perfect place to spring it. As luck would have it, there was no ambush, no menacing looking strangers, no one save a couple of engineers milling around in the corner. With a quick glance around to make sure it actually was clear, Shine made for the loading ramp, ascending it in quick strides.
When Shine realized that only his footsteps were making their way up the ramp, he turned around to see Raja still standing there at the base, her eyes full of...fear? anticipation? worry? Shine couldn't place a single emotion at the lead there, which brought a sigh from his lips and a slow descent back down the ramp to her. Kneeling, Shine smiled lightly and nodded to the ship.
"I know, right? It can be pretty intimidating the first time, leaving a place you've known all your life. But I'll be honest with you; its either stay here and face whatever will come from your late masters death, likely getting another master, or come with me and see the galaxy. On my ship, you'll be treated like a human being...errr...Twi'lek being...and so long as you wish it, this place will be your home. I'm not gonna make the choice for you, so you have to be brave enough to say what you want."
A bit weak as speeches go, but the intended effect seemed to have hit home. Raja cast a look back, at the sand, the sun, the filth...and then glanced back at the gaping maul that stood before her. With an expression as hard and determined as the planet itself, she nodded and spoke a few words in Huttese, which Vis translated into "Let's leave this gorram planet then."
Smiling once more, Shine nodded up the ramp. "Vis, take Raja to one of the spare rooms and get her settled in. I'll warm up the engines and wait for our last guest to arrive before we get out of here."
"Very well. Come Ms Raja, I shall show you to your new home. You'll love it!" Leaping down from Shine's shoulder, Vis padded forward with Raja on his tail(almost literally). Suddenly he stopped, his movement ceasing as if Vis had suddenly been shot and his systems were quickly shutting down in response. After a moment, Vis craned his head back around to face Shine. "My search has yielded results. I'm sending them to your datapad now, so you can have them on hand for when Ms Var arrives. Now then, back to the showing of the room."
Shine watched the pair head off into the ship before glancing down at his datapad and glancing over the file there. It brought a small smile to his face as he headed up the ramp and made for the cockpit. Today just kept getting better and better.
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Mar 9, 2012 2:01:46 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Mar 9, 2012 2:01:46 GMT -5
After the hug ended, Var stood in the sandy street, staring at Donnie, but simultaneously not seeing. She'd taken on a distant look, a thousand yard stare going right through Donnie. Her green eyes were still misty, and she was lost in thought at Donnie's words.
So...That's it? You're just going?
Yes. Just like that she was going, leaving behind the only true friend she'd ever made, the woman she'd shared experiences with, who'd been by her side. It wasn't a prospect she relished, and in fact she felt downright dirty for leaving her friend behind.
It was rough, and she knew this decision was an impulse. Many of her past decisions had been on impulse, provoked by circumstances and the actions of others. Her fall to the dark side had been one, a rash one. Leaving behind the dark Jedi enclave had also been one, though that was just as motivated by self-preservation. And today?
She wasn't quite sure to be honest. Part of it was ethics, her long-dormant conscience reasserting itself and demanding that she leave the Sith, reminding her that she wasn't one of them. Another part of it was... foolish romanticism? She had some damn fool romantic idea of being held in her mother's arms for the first time since she was a toddler, and she couldn't dismiss it. It was her driving vision, the thing that motivated her most.
Some people had good childhoods, memories of sitting together as a family around a fire or a book, being tucked into bed at night by loving mothers and fathers, listening to words of love... Var had none of those memories, and the idea of regaining what might have been, of simply sitting down with her own flesh and blood... It was intoxicating. Maybe it was a delusion, or maybe not.
For all she knew her mother was dead, the way she'd thought, but perhaps these dreams were something that could be gained.
More words snapped Var out of her stupor and she looked at Donnie's eyes.
"Yeah, I'll uh, stay in touch. Goodbye Donnie..."
Var turned on her heel and walked down the street, ambivalence haunting her with each step, like a ghost dedicated to her alone. It might takes months before she knew if this was the right decision. Or, if things went catastrophically wrong she'd know in mere weeks.
Every step that took her closer to Shine in the docking bay took her further from Donnie and the Bucket, which had grown to be home. The beat-up ship would be missed, but not nearly as much as its pilot. Var was notoriously bad at keeping her promises, but this time she'd try. She'd genuinely try to keep her friend posted on her life, to give her updates. She deserved that much at least.
It was a lonely walk for Var through the streets of Anchorhead, at that precise hour of the day when it was at its hottest. The twin suns beat down mercilessly on the dusty streets that were devoid of any more than a straggler or two. She'd grown up in this, and even she was sweating, and the back of her black robe was damp with perspiration.
Docking Bay 37 came at just the right moment, and as she passed into the shade her shoulders visibly relaxed.
Shine's ship was rather impressive she had to admit, and the sound of its engines warming up was also impressive. Clearly he was better-off than she'd thought to own this. Maybe charity was profitable?
Sturdy black boots carried her up the metal ramp, and she paused at the hatch before gingerly stepping in. This was the moment that meant no going back. One way or the other she was leaving this planet behind on a different ship than she'd come in on.
Var paused, hesitantly, running a gloved hand over her lekku, decorated with colorful stripes. "Time to go."
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Mar 14, 2012 23:27:16 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Mar 14, 2012 23:27:16 GMT -5
Donnie gave Var's back a half-hearted wave, before looking around and a few thought bubbles going off at the same time in her head.
Not 20 feet from where she stood there was a dead man. Not good.
She needed to get back to the ship, she was currently on Tatooine in booty shorts and a halter top. On top of that she was a Twi'lek, it was a recipe for disaster and Donnie wasn't too keen on finding out the extent of that. Also, she was carrying a small fortune in her pocket, which added to everything else was a very bad thing to be in possession of
The Amazonian twi'lek threw her leg over her swoop, and took off towards the docking bays.
---------------- A Week Later...
Donnie's alarm went off for the ninth time that morning. She groaned, and rolled over, opening one eye and catching a look at the time, glairing back at her in red, as if to say " Get the frak up". The Twi'lek cursed the clock's parentage, and carefully slid herself off the side of the bunk, her feet touching the cold metal floor after a few seconds in limbo.
She padded over to the door and flipped on the lights, and got herself dressed. She was alone, had been for a week or so at this point. It'd given her time to get the ship into working order. Everything was fixed, from the damage to the hull to the blown engine, The Bucket was in the best shape it'd be in short of a full tear down.
As Donnie was alone, and not convinced Koeing was actually coming back, she wasn't too keen on getting properly dressed unless she actually had to go out. As such, she was simply wearing one of her tight white tank tops and a pair of underwear.
The woman walked out into the corridor connecting the bridge and cabins to the rest of the ship, headed for the mess. She was hungry, and there was food...a match made in heaven, she thought to herself.
A few minutes later Donnie was sitting at the table with some of the reconstituted bacon and eggs, with the holo on, watching some Holo. It was her normal routine so far, wake up, eat, watch holo, go fix things.
But today, it seemed, would be a bit different...
DOO DO DOOOO DODODO DOOO DOOOOOO
BREAKING NEWS!
The Holo announced triumphantly, heralding the HNN's trademark News theme.
Hello viewers, I'm Yelisa Safri, and I'm here with our top story today.
A middle aged human woman said, with a light courscanti accent.
In a press release about an hour ago, the Jedi Temple announced they'd captured a Sith on Courscant.
A Picture of Var flashed across the screen. Donnie's jaw dropped, and her eyes went wide.
"...What we believe so far, is that she was a solo sith sent on a mission to assinate a high-ranking member of the Galactic Senate, the names of the accused and the intended victim are still being withed at this time. We'll be updating this story as it develops, now, to Jim, with the weather...".
What...the F-
Donnie was interrupted by the door chyme going off, signaling somebody was at the loading bay, asking to get in. It took the Twi'lek a few seconds to realize it was actually going off.
She shook her head and blinked her eyes, realizing somebody was at "the front door", so to speak, and hurriedly headed down through the cargo bay to the door. Doneeda picked up the weighty blaster pistol she'd bought a few days prior, realizing that without Var around she'd need to protect herself, and set it to stun...just in case they weren't very nice, then pushed the "open" button...
OOC:
Tag Koe.
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Mar 15, 2012 20:04:28 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2012 20:04:28 GMT -5
Koeing had landed on Tatooine rather recently in a broken down ship worse than the Bucket, he doubted it would take off again. The pilot had died but that was because Koeing didn't need him any longer. He thought back on recent events while walking through the starport to find the Bucket and hopefully Donnie and Var his love. After the two had left as he demanded them to he had faced down the Jedi from his past, and things didn't go quite as well as he expected them to. Reii had brought half the damned hospital down on him in an attempt to kill him for his past transgressions in the end he got the better of her and was able to knock her out with a blast of Force Lightning.
His injuries were substantial even considering his natural healing ability, his right arm in a sling still healing from a break luckily he had been a healer in the Jedi and knew a bit more than basic first aid. As he passed through the main area of the starport he noticed an announcement on the holonet and would have ignored it had the woman not stated a Sith had been captured. Curious to see if it had been anyone he knew he looked up and watched, when Var's face flashed across the screen the anger Koeing felt was beyond anything he'd experienced to date, even the anger of his Master being killed by the Dark Jedi.
What the hell had Donnie done? Why was Var on Coruscant and why had she been captured? All of this ran through his mind as he growled through the pain in his right leg from a deep wound that had been inflicted on him during his fight, a beam from the hospital had come down and splintered which caused one of the larger splinters to embed itself in his thigh. It had gone straight through, when he stole the ship on Murkhana and commanded the pilot take him to Tatooine he had tended to his injuries and pulled the thing from his leg, but such an extensive wound would take time to heal even with his races' ability to heal.
He moved as fast as he could through the starport and saw the Bucket ahead, his brow furrowed in anger he pressed the chyme button on the door hoping someone was inside, he was too angered to really care to search the ship for any presences through the force. He pressed it again then slammed his fist against the door as it began to open, on the other side of it he noticed Donnie then the blaster pistol.
"So you plan on killing me now Donnie? That upset with me? For what reason, because even in this state i will kill you if you move. Why the hell is Var on Coruscant!? And why have the Jedi captured her!? Speak now or i'll make you tell me. What happened." He stared at her with malice in his eyes as he stepped into the Bucket and pushed his way past her, he was still in shock and was determined to search this damned ship from top to bottom to find Var. There was no way in hell she was on Coruscant, why would she leave without him.
He shook his head and strode into what would be Var's quarters to find them empty, at that point the realization hit him and he fell to his knees near Var's bunk and began to shake uncontrollably. "Why did you let her go Donnie...Why, how could you!? You know Var and how Naive and reckless she can be, damn it Donnie!"
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Mar 15, 2012 23:33:08 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Mar 15, 2012 23:33:08 GMT -5
Doneeda had long since put the blaster in the cockpit while she tailed Koeing around the ship. She was still in shock over the whole thing. Truth be told, Doneeda was convinced he'd either died or simply wasn't coming back.
Man, was she wrong.
It seemed, somehow, that Koeing had gotten "the news" before her. This meant she didn't have to tell him, but, it also meant trying to figure out how to explain that Var hadn't told her a damn thing when she left. Donnie furrowed her brown and rubbed her temples with her hands, trying to calm herself down for the linguistic rollercoaster that was about to ensue.
The tall twi'lek strode over, beside Koeing, and plunked herself down on it, facing the man. It was at that moment, that the light caught the crystal Var had given her just right. Which, was something that worried Doneeda. She wasn't good at the whole talking thing, especially to an angry Sith. Add to that that she'd be giving him that stone-thing he gave Var, and she didn't know what'd happen.
Doneeda decided to hold off on the "stone talk" until he was in a better state.
Ahh...Mis'sar Koein'...Che dinn' tell me noddin...jus'da che'nee da go. Somedin abou' dryin' da be a siff, bah na bein' able'd keel dis guy or somedin...
Doneeda paused, feeling a sudden burst of sadness and emotion over the issue and sniffled, feeling her own tears welling up.
Che...che dinn zay da che wa' goin'da korskankt...che jus' dook off, woosh...-Sniffle-
The twi'lek was now looking at her hands, which were sitting in her lap, trying to keep herself from crying like an idiot. She sniffled, and wiped her eyes, then finished.
-Sniffle- I dunno whada zay Mistar Koeing, is sorry, bu' I don'no whada doo.
Doneeda had given up, and the tears were now streaming down her face, which she wiped away with her hands again, looking over at Koeing.
Wanna hug? -Sniffle- I nee'a hug...
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Mar 17, 2012 7:30:29 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2012 7:30:29 GMT -5
His green eyes shifted to look up at Donnie, and he saw something he never thought he would, the Twi'lek crying. He couldn't help it, despite all of Donnie's faults she had become a good friend to Var and hadn't run from him yet so that was a plus. He shifted closer to her and wrapped his good arm around her then laid his chin lightly on her shoulder. "It's alright Donnie, remember i'm a Sith i'll figure this out. We need to get a crew together, we're going to Coruscant to break her out. Var cannot stay in a Jedi prison."
He sighed and let Donnie go then stood up slowly with a purpose, he would rescue Var then scold her for being so damned reckless, what was she thinking. He shook his head and nodded to her then stepped out of the room, he went to his quarters and shut the door so he could change into some casual clothing instead of wearing his blood stained robes.
He stepped out of his quarters and went to find Donnie, they needed to figure out what they would do. First thing was first, they needed a crew and supplies then once they got to Coruscant they would have to hide amongst the populace and scout the prison to come up with a plan. Once he found her he gave her a half smile, it was all he could muster. "I've still got some credits on me so i'll go into town and get some supplies, you need to get a crew together. Pick up whoever you can here then when we get to Coruscant we can pick up some more help though we'll have to be more careful.
We'll get her out Donnie, then we can find out what the hell she was thinking getting herself into trouble like this. Why did she say she can no longer be Sith? What happened her Donnie, she came for revenge, what went wrong?"
He leaned against the hull while waiting for her answer, his eyes boring a hole into her hoping to get the full story. This was beyond his comprehension, Var had seemed more intelligent than this what could have possibly driven her to be so reckless as to leave Donnie behind and go off without even saying where she would be. The Var he had known would have made every attempt at having a back-up plan, a way out so this situation made absolutely no sense and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
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Mar 22, 2012 0:58:44 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Mar 22, 2012 0:58:44 GMT -5
Once Koeing had gotten up to leave his quarters, Doneeda realized she was rather "under dressed" given her sudden change in company. The tight shirt and rather revealing underwear weren't really appropriate for hanging around with Var's squeeze. She took the opportunity to motor over to her quarters and put on a pair of pants, figuring he'd seen boobs before and wouldn't be too put-off by her tight tank top she was wearing.
Donnie was on her way from her quarters to the mess when Koeing caught her and decided to ask more questions.
It wasn't that she didn't know the answers, it was that she didn't know what the answers were. The fact was that Var had probably said something, somewhere along the line that would be useful, but Donnie didn't have the people skills to actually know what it was, and she could tell by Koeing's question that she wasn't the only one beginning to show signs of frustration by that fact.
Given his serious demeanor, and the bluntness of his question, Donnie decided to just answer with everything. Hopefully something she said would be useful, and if he got mad, she could take some kind of solace in the fact she'd communicated the whole story.
Vell...Bazik che di'kom fo'da..ah...rev..er...watever eet ez, den sommin 'appen.
Donnie stopped, trying to figure out what it was. In reality, she didn't know. It had something to do with that "shine" character she had in tow the last time Doneeda saw her, but past that, everything was a mystery.
I unno 'saktly wat, bah che vanis - poof - fo' aday. I goes da geda parz fo'make da chip fixed, den 'che come dere...wif dis-
Donnie paused, and used air quotes around the man's name.
-"Shine" dood. I unno who 'ee ees, bah 'paren da guy knoz Var's momma.
Donnie stopped, getting to what she remembered as "the weird part".
Den...vell, den 'dins gah' frakked....see, Var dinn kill'da perssn che wannit', da gurl...how yah zay...los'da'nerves? Anywhoz, vere I vaz, dere was dis zlave, a Twi'lek, 'ike me, who Shine...vell, 'ike. Var flipz, killz da ownar, den Shine "reskuez" da slave gurl.
Donnie paused, pulled a cigarette out of her pack she kept in her pocket, lit it, then returned lighter and pack to the pocket. She pushed her left leeku back over her shoulder and leaned up against the wall, like Koe.
A'da poin' Is dake off oussi', Var koem ou, den 'che tell me da Shine kno'abou 'er momma, anda chez goin' da Kour..Kouris...Koriskjand...whaver, da place, an' shez zorry che waz weak anda' che loev you.
Donnie finished and took a drag off her smoke, inhaling. After a second or two she finished, and exhaled, careful to blow the smoke away from Koeing's face.
Dazzit.
She said, with finality.
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Apr 2, 2012 21:58:25 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2012 21:58:25 GMT -5
He paced back and forth listening to Donnie talk, half of what she said didn't matter. It wasn't until she reached the point about Var's mom that struck a chord with him, that made sense, if she were still alive then he could see Var leaving without a word. He shook his head and sighed, they had to move fast who knows how long she would last in a republic prison let alone being surrounded by those sycophantic Jedi. He gave Donnie a small smile then started toward the ships exit. "I'm going to pick up a few things, get her started up we need to make for Coruscant as soon as possible Var may not last long."
He strode out into the sunlight of Anchorhead and searched for the seediest shop he could find that sold weapons, once inside he began his purchase. A half dozen smoke grenades, one thermal detonator and a couple hologram projectors, it didn't matter what they were so long as they looked Humanoid. It cost him just about all the money he had on him, but it was worth it considering his plan, his purchases were placed in a bag and he carried them out back towards the Bucket.
Once he and Donnie were on Coruscant they would need to do a bit of discreet recruiting, possibly hire a Mercenary of some sort for their front line considering he's not a soldier and neither is Donnie. He reached the Bucket while mulling things over, he climbed inside and shut the door behind him with a press of the button. "Fastest route to Coruscant Donnie we can't let Var slip away, if the she gets transferred to a Jedi prison we will be screwed, we can't all out assault a prison guarded by Jedi. We'll do some recon when we get there, for now i'd suggest rest up and be ready, this wont be easy."
He carried his bag with him to his quarters and set it on his bed, then instead of going to sleep he sat in the middle of the floor and began his meditation. Hoping maybe the force would give him some sign that they're endeavor would pay off and Var could be saved. He went into this knowing full well he could die considering the amount of Jedi on Coruscant, this would not be easy, this could quite possibly be the hardest mission he's undertaken. With slow steady breathing he meditated until they reached Coruscant.
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Apr 3, 2012 23:18:33 GMT -5
Post by The Conman on Apr 3, 2012 23:18:33 GMT -5
After Koeing's comment about Var not lasting long, Donnie wasn't overly pleased with their rather tenuous grasp of Var's situation. Not only had she taken off, and run to a Republic planet, but she'd taken off and ran to the frakking capital, at that.
Doneeda shook her head, and watched Koe leave. She wasn't quite sure what to do in his absence. The ship was in good shape, stocked, and aside from the fact that Var was sitting in a Republic Jail Cell, everything was going pretty well. The amazonian twi'lek paced throughout the ship, extremely restless, and caught in thought about how to actually rescue Var.
A number of ideas flashed through her head. Most of them involving extreme quantities of explosives and buff twi'leks weilding machine guns. None of them, however, were remotely a good idea, nor realistically possible.
Doneeda, who by this point had found herself in the cockpit with her feet up groaned and whacked the arm rest with her fist. She was beyond restless, and was unable to tell if what she was feeling was nerves, the after effects of a week of drinking, or simply exhaustion, but the rushing sensation in her chest and leeku wasn't going away.
But it was making her extremely restless and impatient. So much so, in fact, that the Twi'lek strode into the kitchen, pulled out a tablet and wrote "I'm at the Bar, I'll be back by 1700...ish" and left it on the table. Just in case Koeing showed up before she was finished.
--- 20 minutes later ---
Doneeda motored into the semi-full bar, passing through the weapons scanner successfully. She wasn't wearing anything over the top, a pair of black cargo pants and a simple gray tank top with some sort of old Corellian script on it.
After ordering her drink(s), Donnie settled into her bottle of Blue Moon Brew and watched the podracing they were streaming in live. It was about the only interesting thing to do.
--- 45 minutes, 4 beers, and 5 shots later ---
Doneeda caught herself looking at a very good looking, tall and buff rutian male Twi'lek. He'd come in a few minutes earlier, and was alone.
Now, on tatooine, this isn't out of the ordinary. Lots of spacers run their ships solo, and stop in for a drink and something to eat while their cargo was loaded. It also meant easy pickings for Donnie.
She tapped her glass, and got another shot of whatever blue, mint flavored drink she'd been drinking, downed in, and picked up her beer. It was gonna be a good night.
She rounded the bar, and headed for the Man's booth. Before he saw her, he was sitting, looking at one of the many ceiling mounted commodity price monitors that dotted the establishment. As the Twi'lek closed, she caught his eye, and smiled, setting her beer down on the table.
The man, looked the curvacious Twi'lek up and down, got a stupid grin on his face, and simply asked.
How much for you, sweet cheeks?
With, surprisingly to Doneeda, a million-dollar-smile.
Now, any other woman, in any other part of the galaxy, who didn't understand how the 'Rim worked, would probably have slapped him and walked away. However, it's important to remember, as Donnie did, that in the Rim, if your a Twi'lek, and your female, its more than likely that your a slave. Continuing...
Donnie, smirked, and responded in Huttese, as she sat down and put her arm around him.
Hon...I don't charge...
The man, somewhat taken aback, moved over slightly.
Look, I don't-
Donnie's grin turned to surprise as soon as he did.
Hey, look.
She said, cutting him off.
I own a ship. I'm here because I've got business and I'm leaving soon. I wanna have some fun...
Donnie finished, the stupid grin returning to his face.
...So, your ship, or mine?
She asked.
--- 3.5 hours later ---
Donnie looked over, still breathing heavily, and noted that the man, Drac'ostas, as she'd learned, had fallen asleep. She looked around the room, taking in the different scenery of a foriegn vessel for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the Chrono.
It read 1636.
THREE AND A HALF HOURS.
She nearly yelled, but managed to keep inside her own head.
Even for Doneeda that was somewhat legendary...and somewhat supid, she needed to be back to the ship before Koeing. The woman looked over, and poked Drac, getting a grunt, then a snore in return. He was down for the count.
She gently slid her naked frame out of the cozy bed and onto the cold floor of the ship. Moving quietly in the dim light, she got her pants, shirt and panties from the floor, the bra having been flung off by drac hours earlier, lost to the wilds of space and time.
Quickly, and with an obviously practiced form and fluidity, Donnie got her clothing back on quietly and quickly, poking the man again and receiving a grunt. She smirked, and grabbed his pants, pulled out his wallet, and grabbed a wad of a few hundred credits.
Should'a bought a hooker...
She whispered in huttese as she left, the door never having been closed as Drac was alone on the ship.
Donnie walked through the spaceport, out onto the street, and whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the licence plate said "fresh" and there were dice in the mirror, if anything she could say that that cab was rare, but she thought "nah", and instead, said..
Yo 'omes, to da del-air.
Around 7 or 8...minutes later, she pulled into Delford Air and Space port, where the Bucket had been parked for their trip to tatooine. The Twi'lek tossed a 20 at the front seat of the speeder, and said.
'Oh Omes, smell yah latar!
As she got out, heading into the spaceport. She moved through the spaceport, getting many glances, and noticing a few people stairing, as she moved towards the bay where the bucket was. Once inside, the Twi'lek donned a bra, then put her shirt back on , just in time for Koeing's return.
As the man went into his quarters, Donnie responded.
Ah, righ Mistar Koein' , korskat, fast, gotcha...
Donnie yelled over her shoulder, as she headed for the cockpit, to get the ship airborne.
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