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Sept 24, 2012 16:45:42 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Sept 24, 2012 16:45:42 GMT -5
Ryla wasn't used to not being on the move, but just staying in one spot to think.
She pulled the back pack off her shoulder and sat down on in the door way, Sitting on one leg, she reached into her back pack and took out a water bottle, her body hadn't quite adjusted to the heat of Tatooine, so even though she had just had a drink, she was already thirsty. She swallowed two gulps of water before raising it to Sparky to offer it to her, Need some?
From Sparkys response to the "Jawa's" idea, Ryla closed that idea off. And started thinking of new ones, but none came to mind that would work.
She thought about walking the dune sea as it was called and shuddered she had heard of rumors of entire groups of 30s going out, and only a few coming back. She had heard of Sand people being the cause. The rumors she had heard were of people who went crazy and attacked others, and of an ancient race that had been on Tatooing sense before it was sand and rocks.
Nothing coming to my mind...
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Sept 24, 2012 22:31:23 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 24, 2012 22:31:23 GMT -5
Tashra didn't even notice the water offered to her for a few seconds, but when she did she simply shook her head no and went back to worrying.
As much as she hated it, Jawas looked like the only way to go.
Mentally she drew a map of the area in her mind. Pass through Xelric Draw, move down past Mos Entha, then the Great Mesa Plateau. Finally they'd reach Anchorhead. Figure at least three days, could be weeks if the Jawas weren't going in a straight line, which was perfectly possible.
The Togruta girl sighed.
"Jawas it is. Let me just find a comm to let my parents know. Well, not my parents. But close enough. Then we'll go find some Jawas and ask."
Boy am I gonna get it when I get home...
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Sept 26, 2012 13:08:19 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Sept 26, 2012 13:08:19 GMT -5
Ryla both perked up and felt worried.
Uhh...wait...I thought Jawa's bad? Of coarse I've heard of worse out there.
She looked in the direction of the dune sea, and then shook the thought and than opened to the thought of at least some way out.
OK your family, comm system, err maybe the hanger staff have one?
She stood and brushed her self off looking up at Sparky to take the lead.
What do you think you're gonna say to them? Are they decent people who wont jump down your throat for an accident?
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Sept 26, 2012 22:53:13 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 26, 2012 22:53:13 GMT -5
"Jawas are bad," Tashra insisted as she exited the docking port itself in favor of the small office area.
She found a communications panel there and was able to send a message to Anchorhead, with assurances her guardians would receive it. Then she set about counting out her small fortune. She had a hundred Hutt credits on her, which would hopefully be enough. She'd been saving it for quite some time now...
Exiting the office, the teenage Togruta led her new compatriot through the streets, heading for the outskirts in search of a Jawa.
In her head she was brushing up on the Jawa Trade Language she knew. The little guys understood Huttese just fine, fortunately, because Tashra wasn't sure she could speak their trade language well enough to be understood. Or at all really.
"OK, so uh, just follow my lead with these guys. And don't show them your money, never ever let them see how much you have."
Tashra spotted a Jawa and she walked over to the diminutive desert scavenger...
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Sept 27, 2012 9:57:48 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Sept 27, 2012 9:57:48 GMT -5
"Jawas are bad," Ryla looked up at Sparky as she said that entering the office area.
Ryla noticed her typeing on the computer but didn't stick her nose in her buisness. Is stead she leaned against the door waiting, then noticed her counting her money.
"OK, so uh, just follow my lead with these guys. And don't show them your money, never ever let them see how much you have."
Riii...
Then the she saw the short robed creature,
Ohhh....now i get it, those guys are Jawa's, no wonder Sand people get off killing the little guys all the time, it's gotta be easy!
She whispered to herself as Sparky took the lead, and began speaking with the Jawa in a launguage Ryla couldn't understand.
Right...this is gonna' be easy! She said rolling her eyes sarcasticly.
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Sept 27, 2012 14:40:37 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 27, 2012 14:40:37 GMT -5
Tashra Gly was too engrossed in understanding the Jawa to even notice what Ryla said, and was instead deep in negotiations of a kind. She was speaking in Huttese, one of her two languages, and trying to go as loudly and slowly as possible.
"You have a sand crawler nearby?"
"Group of Charcheet have big sand crawler, many Jawa."
"Can you take us to Anchorhead?"
"Charcheet not now if take passenger. You pay much credit or make good trade?"
"We'll pay you. Just take us to your leader."
The Jawa let out an 'utini' and paraded off towards the outskirts of town on his stubby legs. Only then did Tashra look to Ryla again and talk to her, this time in Basic.
"OK, so he's gonna take us to his leader, then we'll barter out how much to pay and figure out how to get across the desert with them. So, uh, just try to smile and think of a new experience."
Mentally the teenager wished she'd brought a romance novel, because it was going to be a long ride. Actually... She reached into a pocket of her toolbelt and found a datapad, switching it on and grinning broadly.
The Fires of War! Now that was a good read, she'd known because this was her fourth time with it. Things were looking up.
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Sept 27, 2012 15:18:52 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Sept 27, 2012 15:18:52 GMT -5
"OK, so he's gonna take us to his leader, then we'll barter out how much to pay and figure out how to get across the desert with them. So, uh, just try to smile and think of a new experience."
Ryla nodded, Than looked to the Jawa who was far enough away that she thought it safe to whisper to Sparky.
All i got here is 110 credets... She shifted the backpack again with a sigh, You think i could shave a little off the tab with some of the stuff i got in my backpack, if their scavengers than i have some salvaged tech.
She whispered again with a little hopeful pitch to her voice.
She pulled the water out of her pack again and took another sip, before replacing it, and wishing she had more than just a hydro spanner, other tools, and junk she had fixed up.
She sighed again just walking it felt like forever, and when she turned around to see her tracks they looked like she hadn't walked far at all.
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Sept 27, 2012 23:13:05 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 27, 2012 23:13:05 GMT -5
"We'll give it a try," Tashra said as they walked along, following the Jawa.
Their course led them out past the bulk of the settlement, finally stopping before a hulking Czerka sand crawler that must have been a century or two old. Luckily the bloody things would run forever with a few good mechanics.
Their Jawa spoke with another Jawa, and they were finally joined by a third Jawa from inside the sand crawler. They all engaged in a conversation three ways, babbling away in their cryptic and indecipherable language. There was much gesturing.
Finally one of the Jawas spoke up again in the trade language.
"What you make trade with?"
Tashra motioned for Ryla to show them her backpack, and the Togruta girl spoke in Huttese.
"We've also got fifty credits."
"200!"
"75."
"160!"
"130," Tashra said firmly. "Final offer. And you get to keep everything in the bag."
The Jawa thought it over silently for a few seconds before agreeing, and Tashra released her held breath. Maybe this negotiating stuff wasn't so hard after all?
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Sept 28, 2012 11:12:00 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Sept 28, 2012 11:12:00 GMT -5
When Ryla saw the Sandcrawler she almost couldn't believe it. I thought those where buildings when i first saw them. She mumbled noticing that Sparky was now talking with the short Jawa's.
Ryla's eyes went big When the Jawa tried to take every thing in the bag. Ryla let him take it knowing there was nothing too valuable in there, and thought it better than to upset their ride.
Than when the near empty bag was returned, she rejoined by Sparky, How bad was it? Beside all my tools? How much you need me to fork over?
Ryla looked at the Togruta Waiting for an answer as the two of them moved up into the mouth of the huge vehicle.
Than she thought that her and Sparky would be right at home in there, because not seconds after entering she saw disassembled droid, after disassembled droid.
Some of the droids are types she had tinkered with in times past, but there was such a variety that she couldn't count the different types.
This place is cozy. Hey i forgot to ask how long is it gonna take us to actually get there?
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Sept 28, 2012 18:15:07 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Sept 28, 2012 18:15:07 GMT -5
"130," Tashra answered. "So all of mine and most of yours."
The Togruta girl walked up into the sand crawler and peered around, looking at all the bits of flotsam and jetsam in the main bay. It was her first time in a sand crawler actually, though she'd seen one in Anchorhead earlier in her life, from a close distance.
It somehow came as a surprise that everything wasn't Jawa-sized, but that made perfect sense. Jawas hadn't build it. Czerka had built it.
The interior was cooler than outside, but not by much. She assumed it would be more comfortable further into the interior. Despite all that,s he knew what she really wanted to see.
"I'm gonna head up to the top, these things have an observation deck, and I bet you can see for a ton of miles!"
Tashra searched around for the lift for a few minutes before finding it and heading up, oblivious to whether or not Ryla was following her. When she was full-grown her montrals would help her tell such things, but they were a little bit stunted, and didn't yield very accurate information.
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Sept 28, 2012 19:27:48 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Sept 28, 2012 19:27:48 GMT -5
"130,"
Ryla Bit her lip at that thought but knelt down and unzipped her boot pocket, pulling out the wallet type pouch that held the 110 credits.
Before she was standing up Sparky started moving toward the lift shaft,
"I'm gonna head up to the top, these things have an observation deck, and I bet you can see for a ton of miles!"
Ryla quickly zipped the pocket back and shuffled to catch up, I'm sticking with you 'till i know my way around a bit better.
She said as she was making her way into the round elevator.
Once the door was shut behind them Ryla opened her fist, showing Sparky her money and counting it out until the price was set, and than kneeling down again to put it back in the boot pocket.
The boot pockets where sometimes annoying, but from all the times people had tried to pickpocket her she knew it was useful, It was harder to pickpocket someones boot than their back pack.
After the door opened again she saw the slightly more organized control area, Sparky was right they could see quite a way, if the land ahead was a bit more flat they could probably see even farther.
Woah!...I bet they don't get tired of that view.
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Oct 3, 2012 23:05:38 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 3, 2012 23:05:38 GMT -5
Tashra looked out at the sweeping view of Mos Espa and she nodded.
"Yeah, I could probably look at this forever."
The teenager sighed and put her elbows on a section of railing shaded by a very large 'sail' to keep some semblance of shade on the top, a common feature on Czerka model crawlers. It prevented her arm from instantly receiving a nasty burn. Just one of those habits you developed on Tatooine.
Of course, the Togruta girl was now out of real conversation topics. That meant she had two options. Awkwardly try to start one, or else just stand there looking stupid and not say anything. Normally she would have described that one as acting cool and pretending to be silent, but she was under no delusion she could actually pull that one off.
Torn between the two, Tashra inadvertently did both. She stood there dumbly looking rather stupid with her mouth hanging open, small fangs peering out as she did so, and weighed over what to say before babbling it out with no preface or relevance.
"T-87 landspeeders use ducted engines instead of repulsors."
There. Conversation starter. Good enough world?
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Oct 4, 2012 14:01:17 GMT -5
Post by Adobi-Wan Kenobi on Oct 4, 2012 14:01:17 GMT -5
Ryla was standing there looking out over the city, Sparky spoke to her,
"T-87 landspeeders use ducted engines instead of repulsors."
Ryla gave an understanding nod, How well do they work? She said not diverting her eyes from the view. She wanted to try and keep it as long as possible.
Ryla remembered another question, so after Sparky answered Ryla's question, she spoke again, Not to change the subject... but did you ask when they leave?
Ryla still refused to look away from the view but kept her ears open for the answer.
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Oct 5, 2012 15:13:31 GMT -5
Post by Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy on Oct 5, 2012 15:13:31 GMT -5
"They work fine, just not on Tatooine. Too much sand gets kicked up by the fans."
Tashra stared off for a few seconds before Ryla spoke again, asking a question.
"No, I didn't. Let me go do that."
The Togruta teenager straightened and head back to the lift she'd taken, going back down into the smelly interior of the sand crawler in search of Jawas and an answer.
[End?]
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