What happens on Zeltros...ends up on HNN ( OPEN )

[The Conman]

OOC: Since the Pirate thing is on an indefinite hold, and I'm sick of not being in the fray, I've decided to just go with this. If any of the crew want in, or if people want a mechanic, lemmie know.

IC:

Doneeda was jostled by the landing of the ship, waking her up. She looked out the window, seeing the gray walls of a space port. She'd missed the majority of the landing. She looked back into the ship. Groups of people were getting up and grabbing their things. She figured she'd do the same.

Standing up, she unzipped her swoop suit down to her naval ( she was wearing a tank top underneath ) and took her arms out, tying the suits arms around her waist. She stretched, cramped up from sleeping awkwardly in her seat. She turned around to notice a couple of young humans staring at her.

Wa'ou lukin' ah? She said incriminatingly to them, before turning and grabbing her backpack from the overhead compartment, along with her helmet. She put the backpack on the deck and checked her cash was still there ,which it was. She grabbed 4 20 credit bills out of the "rockstar wad" and put them into a pocket on her suit, as well as her Corellian ID, pocketing it as well.

She slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed for the port labeled " EXIT".

The crowd thinned out as she got deeper into the spaceport. Which, was probably a good approximation of Zeltros. There was bars in the terminal, blasting the latest techno, shops selling all manner of, what could only be described as " toys ". Doneeda was looking for customs, at this point, she needed to go clear her bike.

After 20 minutes of walking, she found the desk. There was a deep red female Zeltron there, wearing something entirely too revealing. On just about any other planet, that wouldn't be customer service apparel. However here, Doneeda assumed they took the term farm more literally.

" Hey there, How are you today?" She asked, cheerily.

" Na'to ba'. I es 'ere 'orta ged mah soop" She said, not paying attention to her Basic. The Zeltron had a confused look on her face.

Ohh kaayyy...Let's start with your name than, hon." She said slowly.

I'm foreign, not stupid... she thought to herself.

Doneeda decided against talking too this one, instead pushing her Corellian Photo ID through the opening in the kiosk window, with a smile to mask her irritation. The Zeltron swiped the ID through her terminal , and read the output before speaking.

" Oh, Ok, Miss, Socnata is it, I see you brought your swoop with you, It's cleared customs, we've got it ready for you at the cargo pickup area, out the west entrance. " She said, once again, all too cheerily. She pushed Doneeda's ID back through the opening. Doneeda shot her a smile and took off towards the Western Cargo Terminal.

-- 20 minutes later--

Doneeda rounded the corner outside of the building and came upon a non-descript gray building with a faded " W4 " painted on it. The doors had the words " Cargo " on them. Doneeda decided to walk in.

The tone was very different from the cheery, festive passenger terminals, this place was all business. Which suited her fine, no overly cheery customer service reps.

She walked up to the desk. The gray haired blood red zeltron looked over.

" You here for the swoop?" He said. Doneeda raised an eyebrow.

" We got a call from the guys inside, said a Twi'lek would be comin' down to pick up her swoop. Judgin' by that suit of yours, your her?" He continued. Doneeda nodded.

" Allright, we've got it ready to go, just need you to sign the release forms. " He said, sliding them towards doneeda. She signed them, and pushed them back . He took a quick look, then got up, and walked through a door into the warehouse. About 30 seconds later, a garage door style door opened and they pushed out a cart with the swoop on it.

All yours m'lady. He said with a grin.

Doneeda took off her backpack and untangled the arms of her suit, putting it back on. She zipped it back up, and grabbed her gloves out of her backpack. Put on her helmet, and threw her leg over the burnt orange swoop, while inserting they key. It's autostart sequence started, and she felt the familiar rumble of it's engine.

She keyed the nav system, it clicked on and lagged for a moment while it linked into the planetary network and downloaded the relevant maps. She typed in " Zeltros ( City ) " to the nav. An arrow appeared on her hud in her helmet. So she followed it.

Before long she was cruising on the highway heading towards Zeltros. About 20 minutes later, she was pulling into one of the cheaper looking places offering accommodation. She parked her swoop and headed towards the front desk.

A Pink female was standing behind desk, obviously preoccupied with the display screen she was watching. Doneeda cleared her throat, and she looked up.

" Ow Mach'fo a 'oom?" She asked.

" Huh?" the secretary said. Doneeda was about too open her mouth when an older, brown skinned Zeltron walked in.

" I hear a Twi'lek accent..." He said, suddenly switching to Huttese.

" You speak Huttese?" He asked. Doneeda was a little surprised, but the change to a more familiar language was welcome. She followed suit.

" Yeah, I do. I'm wondering if you guys have a room I could use?" She asked.

" Yeah, we got a few. You need a kitchenette?" He asked.

" Sure. " She said, as he rounded the desk and grabbed her a key.

" Third floor, room 37, I usually charge 75 a night, but I'll give it too yah for 60." He said. Doneeda nodded in thanks, and grabbed 240 credits out of her backpack.

" First four days. " She said, heading to her room. She got there, then headed too the bar in the hotel, parking at the bar and looking to get a drink.

[The Conman]

Doneeda looked around the bar...it was pretty well deserted, as it had been for most of the 4 hours she'd been there. In that time, she'd put down 6 bottles of some sort of local beer, 8 shots, and a basket of fries. Watched 2 swoop races, and managed to even catch the news. Regardless, she was drunk, and tired. Doneeda dropped a 50 and a 20 credit bill onto the bar and got up, suddenly realizing she was more far gone than she thought, her leeku twitching and writhing as she regained her balance.

It was an uneventful trip upto her room, she was staying in a part of the city that was away from the main strip, so there wasn't much activity. And it wasn't tourist season for most, so the hotels weren't packed. Much to her liking.

Doneeda swiped her room key and walked in, the lights automatically coming on as she walked in and closed the door. It was a fairly simple setup, decently sized with a bed directly across from the door, a small kitchenette with some cooking...things, she didn't really recognize, a table with four chairs, and to her left a washroom. There was a window, but the view was just of another building, and not that interesting.

She decided to take a shower before hitting the hay, and took off her shirt and pants, folded them and put them on the dresser below the viewscreen across from the bed. Doneeda looked around for a moment, then padded over to the washroom .

The lights came on as she entered, and she found herself standing in front of a full-length mirror. Donnie turned sideways and couldn't help but admire the body her race had blessed her with. After a minute or two, she turned the shower on, and removed her last remaining piece of clothing, her underwear.

- 10 minutes later -

Doneeda didn't bother getting dressed after her shower. Nobody was going to be showing up, and she only had clothes she'd worn the day before to wear. And the bed was looking like a pretty nice place to be, so she tossed off the comforter, being somebody who only liked sheets, and hopped in.

Doneeda soon drifted off into a deep sleep...Only too be awoken all too soon.

But something was off. She was standing in a bar, on a desert planet, wearing brown leather pants and a rather revealing deep cut top which showed off her belly. She looked around, the bar coming into better focus. It looked run down, like it was someplace used by smugglers and pirates, and it was in a pretty bad state. like there'd been some sort of fight. Then she realized something else.

She was holding a blaster in her right hand, pointed at a dark haired, tallish well built man, with a five o'clock shadow. He was scruffilly dressed, wearing a brown leather duster and dark clothes, but he was obviously surprised.

Whar'es he? She said, in much better Basic than she thought she could speak.

I-I-I don't know, I swear! He said, obviously fearfull, holding his hands up in front of him as if to block the blaster bolt with one.

Doneeda raised an eyebrow, and lowered the blaster, shooting out his right kneecap. The man keeled over, howling in pain. Doneeda felt a small smirk crack on her lips. As she walked over to the man...she knelt down beside his head and leaned forward slightly, putting her knee on his chest, the blaster beside residing lazilly beside his temple.

Ef yooh don star toking, I ell be phorced 'dake Yo' enn stead... She said ominously. She could see fear suddenly flash through his eyes, as they darted around, looking for help from one of the patrons. They merely stood there, to afraid of Doneeda's benifactor to get in the way.

He...He went back to Korriban. The man said. It obviously pained him to say this, that or his adrenal gland had run out of juice and he was feeling the full brunt of the pain from his knee.

But you won't catch him, he's a sith, knows the force, he does! The man spat, more for his own satisfaction.

Don yah wory, dem forcies 's mah speciality. Doneeda
said, as she stood up. She straightened her belt, did a quick look around, and pulled a 10 credit coin out of her pocket, tossing it too the bartender.

Mah apol'gies fo'tha mess. She said as she walked out.

Wherever she was, it was hot. Most other species would be sweating, in need of gallons of water a day, Humans especially. But for Doneeda, it was just a warm summer's day, she thought, as she instinctively walked to her ship in the spaceport.

The boxy, mostly red, freighter was parked right where she figured she'd left it. Not an " overt " ship by any means, but a bounty hunters ship nonetheless, she walked up the ramp and into it's innards. It was deserted, save for a pair of maintenance droids who had a few access panels removed for routine diagnostics. She walked into the head, looking to wash the sand from her face, and when the light came on, was met with a surprise.

Her face was hers, but...older. She had a fine, vertical, scar starting an inch above her left eye, and going down her cheek, just missing that side of her mouth. She had a leather covering over the base of her leeku, with faded multi coloured strands of beads coming off the back of it. She looked at her fingerless gloved hands, and then up her arms, noticing a number of new small scars and cuts she didn't have before.

Doneeda took a step back, and looked at herself. She'd put on weight, not a lot, she put it at 20 or so pounds, but it went to all the right places, so she was ok with that...however she noticed a small, almost hidden scar on the right side of her torso, just where her top came over her shoulder. She moved it away...it was a blaster wound. Doneeda took a look at it. It was obviously fairly old, as it'd taken on the skins pigments...she was about to look closer when she heard a knocking sound...she shrugged it off, thinking it was the maintenance droid. She splashed her face with cold water, and walked over into the mess.

Things were really starting to get weird. She could shoot, speak basic very well, and was working for somebody tracking a sith. Donnie was preparing something to eat when she sighted a chrono, with the date on it. Her eyes went wide. Doneeda ran to the maintenance droid, asking it the date, only to have the chrono backed up...she was 12 years in the future.

Doneeda flopped down into the pilots chair, trying to think of how she could loose 12 years...then the knocking sound came back. She raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what it was, getting up from the seat and doing a quick lap of the ship's single corridor, finding nothing.

thud, thud, thud

It was louder than before. Suddenly the maintenance bot turned to her, turned into a large wookie, which then picked up a vat of custard and dumped it onto her, as she backed up to avoid the desert deluge, her footing went. Doneeda put her hands back as if to fall onto something solid, and instead found herself in an ocean of pink jelly, unable to move or speak, or do much of anything. She frantically looked around, trying too figure a way out of her predicament. But there wasn't anything around except for what seemed to be miles of bright pink jelly. She realized she was loosing consciousness, and fought to keep herself awake. Her lungs burned, her muscles strained, her mouth tasted of custard, as she fought against the all encompassing pink jelly. But it was a loosing fight, and after a minute or two, she lost consciousness, horrified she'd died.

Doneeda woke with a start, opening her eyes and looking around the hotel room...as it came into focus she realized that she'd just had a very strange dream.

Wat'a fu- She was interrupted by the knocking, yet again. This time, louder.

THUD, THUD, THUD

Eye 'komen, 'top pounnin mah dor She said loudly as she pushed the sheets off and stood up. She yawned, stretched her arms out as she did so, then as she rubbed her eye and moved a leeku over her shoulder to her back as she padded towards the door.

[jaker]

Kito had been following this Twi'lek for sometime now, taking the same transports as she did and always changing his apparel to remain unnoticed and sublte. They had finally landed on the planet of Zeltros. She seemed versatile and deadly, also seemed to know her way around a ships engine. From what he could gather, she had emptied her accounts and was treating herself to the wonders of Zeltros with it's, famishing inhabitants and beautiful neon matched with it's rustic architecture which made the world seem so exotic. He didn't take in the beauty so much as he was on a mission of sort and was strict on finishing it. He donned a hooded cloak that covered his body and he was holding a very strange wind chime in his hand, it was a bar with a smaller bar pointing downwards at either end, a few centimeters from the tips of the larger bar. To almost everyone that saw him only perceived a traveling thespian of sorts and a strange one at that too.

After about half an hour or so, hiis person of interest seemed to be acquiring some sort of package from the customs office whilst receiving a sort of prejudice, though it was indirect of course. He too wanted to acquire something from customs, which he did so.

The woman at the desk seemed to be quite.... expressive with her body, maybe to attract the men or brag the beauty of their people.

"Heyy, how can I help you today?" she asked in an almost too cheery way. He placed a card on the table and looked at her darkly.

"Oh, err, you're the one with that particular swoop aren't you? Well I'm not sure how you got through customs with it but okayyyy," she said in an almost trembling tone.

"Let's just say it's part of my care package ma'am," he said in a dry voice before pocketing the card and sliding through the thinning crowds.

He noticed his target gearing up by her own swoop. With this, he swiftly went past her out of sight and flashed the card at the man in charge of storage before vaulting onto a large, carnivorous looking swoop bike. He waited for her to start up her engines and heading off a bit before he engaged the growling engine of his own swoop. It growled a few speeder spaces away from his targets swoop bike, relying on his slight skill with the force to guide him to her.

Twenty minutes later, she had found a hotel of her liking. After she had gotten her room, he too went up to the desk whilst waving his strange wind chime to and through.
"I sayyy, you are fine young women, I don't suppose you'd keep my room on a tab whilst I ride your pretty palm to see your future," he exclaimed in an eccentric and prophetical tone to the secretary, this seemed to almost enchant her into a flustering mess of flattery.

"Oohhh, I don't see why not," she giggled, "I'll give you roo-"

"Hang on my dear," he smirked, holding her palm out and began scanning it, "let me read your future and we shall see from there.... oh, I see a number... 35? I strange man is residing there, oh ho ho, it's me and what is this.... it's you, you're with a rich strapping man and he want's you to be with him... ohhhh" he said, in a feign mystical voice.

"Oh my! Will this happen sir?"

"Only if the events play out like the vision my dear, though the amount of time for it to all happen is uncerta-"

"Here, take room 35, oh my gosh, I'm so excited!" she squeaked, checking her reflection and gussying up.

"It's always the romantics..." he muttered, strolling into the bar and sliding into a seat at the back of the room whilst he watched the twi'lek. After awhile of watching her get 'lampshaded', he decided to have a few drinks to ease his rattled nerves from traveling without sleep. Eventually, the target went up to her room as did he and decided she was probably going to pass out on the bed for awhile, so he decided to sleep for a while too.

He stirred in his sleep. Blurred images of people running and screaming, the crackling sound of fire and a tyrannical female voice echoed behind it all. He jumped out of the bed as he awoke, noticing his room had been turned upside down in his sleep, the usual when he had those dreams it seemed. He shook his head and looked at the time whilst strapping on a stripped down Mandolorian scout chest piece and military trousers with boots, completed with his cowl like hood and cape. Grabbing his strange wing chime once again and walking up the hall towards the door with the number 37 on it. He began knocking on the door heavily, hoping to awake the Twi'lek if she was still there. A voice yelled on the other side and there was a sound of footsteps padding towards the door.

[The Conman]

Doneeda was about to press the "open" button when she realized she was still naked. She stopped with her finger about 3 inches from the button, thinking that while it wouldn't be any real issue for whoever was on the other side of the door, it was for her. At least until she knew somebody.

Uhh..ja sek, ga'ged a clothin'.

She paused. All she had was her clothes from yesterday.

Doneeda quickly grabbed her shirt and tossed it on, and put her pants on while she hopp-skip-jumped across the room to the door. As she was doing up her pants she hit the "open" button...and realized she was braless under the thin shirt. So she crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame.

Who she saw was somebody...she didn't recognize. Then again, that was probably a good thing she figured, being that anybody she would recognize, would probably want to kill her. That or this guy wanted to rob her. Which, she surmised, she wouldn't be able to do a whole lot about as he looked decently built and was wearing armor.

Who'you, wha'yah need? She asked flatly. She'd drunk a little too much and hadn't had a chance to get any painkillers into her.

[jaker]

Kito raised is eyebrow as he scanned the Twi'lek peering through the door, "bit nippy is it?" he said with a dark smirk, almost entertained by the circumstances. He looked down either end of the hallway cautiously before looking back at the Twi'lek, she looked hungover from her little splash down at the bar which was a bit of an inconvenience but not entirely obstructive.

"You're Doneeda right? We need to talk about some things that may or may not interest you," he said in a flat, serious tone whilst adjusting his grip on the favored wind chime that he had been carrying for the entire journey. It was almost precious to him as he never left without it, like it was keeping him safe. But he hoped he did not have to use it today, hoping no trouble would happen while he was discussing a proposition with this Twi'lek woman. He peered down the hall again, some thugs were snooping around looking for something, or someone.

"Dammit," he muttered before looking at the Twi'lek with a stone cold expression, "it's about your skill set and how I need it for what I'm doing, so can you let me in?"

[The Conman]

Doneeda smirked at the comment. And listened. He wanted to talk about her skillset...

I've got a skillset...cool! She thought to herself.

He didn't look entirely trustworthy, but the prospect of work was something she couldn't turn down. How he knew her name, she didn't know. Though she'd had similar things happen on Corellia, so this, oddly enough, wasn't out of the ordinary for Doneeda.

She backed away from the door, and extended a hand into the room.

" Yah, yah, c'ma en. Wha' skillz you nee'en pa..par..." Donneda stopped as she spoke and dropped her arm, utilizing it to gesture her frustration for the language.

" Wha'yah ne'me fo?" She asked flatly, giving up on the big girl words.

[jaker]

Kito stepped in, he was slick as he did so, closing the door behind him as he slipped through the door. Hopefully evading the thugs that he had great suspicions about, the price on his head wasn't a pleasant one and he only hoped it's a dead, rather than alive bounty as he did not want to face the one he feared most. He looked around the dim room before sitting on the bed and looking at her with the same stone expression. He noticed she struggled to speak the basic though that was all he could speak so that was also another set back but he could understand her accent.

"Well let's say I got ship up and running, a gift from a departed friend so to speak," he said, in a secretive manner as he rested his grizzly chin on his hand, "the problem is that it's very large and is a custom, so basically it's falling apart and I need someone to lead the, I'm assuming handicapped, engineers with their lacking the skill to figure out the problems....." he leaned forward with his hands together, "that's where you come in, the rumor is that your good when it comes to mechanics and the lot and I decided we need you... wait, by the way, why did you empty your account and suddenly go off to other worlds?" Occurring to him that she must of had some sort of reason.

[The Conman]

Doneeda listened. Where there were rumors, there were...sources. The fact that some random person had found her, on Zeltros of all places, was unsettling. The fact he knew she'd emptied her accounts was more disturbing.

She didn't want to join anybody on their adventures, gallivanting about the galaxy, not yet anyways. Though getting paid was always a good thing. She wrung her hands, and the bottom bit of her left leeku twitched as the man asked about Doneeda taking off with all her cash.

Ah..wel...I, ah, kinna din'net ma'da bes'friens. An, ah, I ha'da dake'oof causea' off'r I counnt say no tah.

She said, trying to keep her voice level. She was telling the truth, mostly. Doneeda figured he didn't need to know what all went down, most of it making her look epically bad.

An, why'ou care? Imma fix yo'ship fo yah. Annot as'any quesson. Whydoncha do me th'same faver?

Doneeda added firmly. She'd fix the guys ship. There wasn't a bucket of bolt's she'd run into that she couldn't get back into working order. She didn't intend to break her streak.

Nao, mellon credt quesson, whatcha payn'? She finished with, pulling a chair from the kitchenette, spinning it around, and sitting on it backwards.

[jaker]

Kito stood up with an almost angered expression, his eyes bored down into her's. He had strange mix of dark and light emitting from his aura, it would make anyone uneasy that was close by him when he was irritated, it was a sort of gift from walking down darkened paths.

"I care because I already got people chewing down my ass, and my crew isn't exactly popular with other spacers," he said in a dry tone, his voice quivered slightly, "so I don't want someone who's running something I don't know because some of the crew might be part of who ever might be after you and I don't you getting killed."

He walked towards the window, watching the sky become a lighter shade of it's original colour. He reached his hand out beside him, a card dropped from his body and floated towards Doneeda before resting in her hand. He looked over his shoulder with a mysterious smile and then turned his attention to the card.

"It's got 5k worth of credits on it, might not seem much but I do give big tips for good jobs, problem?" he finished the sentence with a question, it was to sort of show he was talking serious business. He walked up to the Twi'lek whilst twirling the chime in between his fingers.

[The Conman]

Doneeda raised an eyebrow at his tone. She'd dealt with criminals before, so this reaction wasn't out of the ordinary. She was also too hungover to bother getting worked up. She understood his concerns, that was for sure. The wheel always kept on turning....

Truth be told however, if anybody on his crew was involved in anything she was connected too, and she got killed, their ship would still be stationary. Putting them in danger with whoever they were involved with.The wheel always kept on turning.

The Twi'lek watched as he got up and went to the window...and then magic-ed the card went over too her, she grabed it, and looked at it like it had three heads. This guy was something else, that was for sure. She'd heard about similar things being done by a Jedi...but they wouldn't be wheelin' and dealin' in a low rent hotel on Zeltros with a smuggler.

Wel', I's god nah prolem wif youself, or yous reasonin'. Ba dis'thin...

She said, waving the card slightly in the air.

I don' li'don' th' plastik thin'. Geddin' cash fro'dis mean'I nee ID...

Doneeda put the card in her pocket.

Ef yah'gon be tippin', I'prefers da kashie'monie. An'also, given da...

Doneeda cleared her throat so this would come out right.

Skeel'set I'dinkin yah 'ave, no'ba on'yo krew woul'be touchin' me if yah don' say'so...

She said with a devious grin, looking at the tube he was holding, then back to him.Doneeda was foreign, not stupid, she knew what she was looking at.

[jaker]

Kito smirked, this Twi'lek had an attitude. He could now guess reasons on why she was on the run, probably annoyed the law or some criminals and now they wanted their hide, something like that.

"That 'plastic' doesn't need ID, take it to one of the casino's or clubs on this planet and say 'care package'," he exclaimed, his eyes fixated at hers, "plus, what's more suspicious, carrying around a small pile of cash or a simple card that looks almost identical to any normal civilian, it's just one of things," he winked at her, she was like most of course, wanting the solid thing in their hands without thinking about the possibilities of being mugged or search by the law.

The Twi'lek, once realizing Kito's certain, abilities, began to think that was a bargaining chip for her life aboard the ship and around the criminals.

"There's a war going, Jedi get killed by soldiers, Sith get killed by soldiers and many Jedi got killed by hired bounty hunters," he explain in his usual dry tone,"just because one lone guy who has similar abilities to them, doesn't mean they wouldn't try anything to get some coin or take personal revenge with your lovely self," patted her on the cheek and strolled over to her bag and looked at her.

"Especially when they can get something quite tantalizing that you might be carrying with you at the time of your despise," he noticed she was eying the wind chime and smirked, before throwing the bag towards her. He held the chime out with two hands firmly and twisted it. With a clunking sound as the center piece fell to the floor, Kito held to shoto looking weapons whilst staring at the Twi'lek girl.

"You know what they are, don't you," he said in a playful tone.

[The Conman]

Donnie took note of how to use the card. And his advice. He was right, she had to admit that much to herself. Truth be told, she wasn't used to being a criminal on the run. She was a smuggler, and a hot-rodder. Being on the run was a different place than she was used to being.

Once again, as well, his mention of war was correct, and he made a good point. She wasn't up and up with what was going on in the galaxy, but she surmised that he wasn't a Sith, nor a Jedi, thus making him the enemy of both.

Doneeda moved her head away from his hand when he patted her cheek. She knew she'd have to deal with some "man-handling", she was used to it from Corellia, but not so quickly...either way, there wasn't much she could do about it.

The Twi'lek watched him meander over to her bag and start looking through. She knew what he was talking about, she was carrying more than a few thousand republic credits in cash with her. She didn't know what too do to get her money out. Donnie was about to speak up when he tossed the bag at her. She caught it, and placed it on the floor, looking up as he held out his weapons.

Dey's Lisabers. Yous'na a Jedai...an I don'thin yousa siff.

She said, standing up, and shouldering her backpack, walking over to the dresser, and grabbing the bra that was sitting on top of it.

I don'thin' ne'bah on yous krew wou'ave an'issue wi'me, thin's wen'ba on Korellia. Deys thinkin' Is'a dead...Isa hopin'.

She continued as she walked over to the washroom and nudged the door mostly closed. She took off her shirt and started putting the device on.

Sah, yah wanme tah feex yah ship, oh yah gon'jus stan' dere an look ammie throu' da krak in'da door?

She said, realizing the door wasn't entirely closed, kicking back with her leg to knock the door closed.

[jaker]

Kito watched her take something from the dresser with a thin smirk across his face. She seemed to know a few things, might not be about the war and criminal tactics, but she knew a good amount to help her survive.

"Some people would call me a Gray Jedi because I'm essentially neutral, which I suppose is correct" he explained, peering through the door, without giving much thought on what she was doing, then turning away quickly when realizing what was happening. He hadn't seen anything, particular, in awhile as he tries to keep away from the business of dealing with female
'employees' and leaving it to one of his more, immoral, crew members due to his disgust at the business but it was one of the one of the main income supplies and he would have to deal with it until more productive arouse.

"Once you're actually dressed then maybe we can get going..." he replied back in the same tone, a light smile began to crap against his tired face, an all too rare expression to be not laced with sarcasm. He turned away and looked out the window again, the city was beautiful, even if it was full of whores and 'pigs', in Kito's opinion anyway. But, he wanted to leave soon as he found the neon and variety of colours too much him, being in a dull world his whole life and all.

[The Conman]

Doneeda finished up in the washroom, and put her Orange and Black armored bantha leather swoop suit. It was hanging on the back of the door, and she'd put the black helmet behind the door. Those, along with her swoop it's self, were pretty much her most prized possessions. As a "runner", they were pretty much essential.

She walked out, the front of the suit still unzipped. If it wasn't plugged into the socket on the swoop the cooling system didn't work, so it'd get pretty hot done up. She had her backpack on, and the helmet under her arm.

Yous'a ga'da go'? She asked.

I'sa donno wha'you flyin' bah' I brough' a swop wimmie

She said, raising the helmet up a bit when she mentioned the swoop.

[jaker]

Kito turned away from window, breaking from deep thought before looking over the Twi'lek's swoop suit. She seemed to pretty geared up for any crashes she might be unfortunate to be involved in and it made her seem like professional swooper or whatever, which of course, was pretty wise though he himself never bothered with anything of the sort due to his agility and all that.

He smiled when she asked about how he was supposed to keep up, "we'll get to that bridge when it comes won't we? But first let's get to my room down the hallways so I can grab a few things..." he replied, exiting through the door with her following after him. He strolled down the hall quite smoothly before opening his room's door and stepping in. It was pretty smashed up with furniture laying across the room and glassed sprinkled over the mess to make it twinkle in the neon.

"Nightmares," he said plainly to Doneeda, reaching under the bed and pulling out a heavy look bag, "good, she left it here..." he muttered as he dropped it on the bed and unzipped it to show the content. It contained a variety of black market weapons and various other illegal items.

"I'll just place it down as a care package.... or just kill the customs officer if the problem arouses..." he said thoughtfully in a calm tone, standing there for a moment before lugging the bag over his shoulder and patting the Doneeda's as he made his way out of the room.

[The Conman]

Donnie followed the man through their mini-adventure through the Hotel. She raised an eyebrow at his care-package, but didn't bother making any comments. He seemed fairly well armed, especially for a stay on zeltros. Then again, he needed her to fix what was probably either a smuggling or pirate ship. When he patted her and walked out, she took a few seconds to absorb the smashed up room. Then shrugged and followed him to the elevators .

It was only a few floors, so she kept quiet, eager to get on to doing what she got paid for. Then off Zeltros. If he'd found her, it was possible that there were others who could know where she was. Doneeda was hoping she'd be able to do a few jobs like this one, and get herself a ship, head over to hutt space and start smuggling.

Donnie wasn't a fan of the way the galaxy worked, but she had a penchant for getting things from A to B quickly and quietly. Except herself, apparently. She'd have to work on that, she thought making a mental note.

As they walked past the front desk, Donnie looked over at Kito.

So wah'we goin'? She asked simply, figuring it would be a shipyard or a bar or something.

[jaker]

Kito smirked, "we're going to have to hijack a shuttle, preferable one carrying goods too," he replied with a smooth voice, walking out onto the street and mounting his carnivorous looking swoop bike with a devilish smirk, though he may seek atonement for his wrongs, he needed a means to survive and he didn't kill anyone he didn't find corrupt. He looked over to Doneeda and peered over to her very, sporty looking swoop, wondering how she could afford such a thing but mysteries makes the world magic he thought.

He was hoping to acquire a shuttle from possibly a black market proprietor, thus meaning for goods for him and the crew rather than some low life criminal planning to make a poor family suffer for a few credits.

"Ever thought of being a criminal Doneeda, or did you just stumble upon someones cash by accident," he asked thoughtfully, the thought she could have bounty hunters after her loomed in his mind for a moment but he would understand what it was like if that was the case for Twi'lek.

[The Conman]

((OOC: Long Time! Good to see your back ! Crappy post I know, I didn't have a lot of time. ))

Donnie threw her leg over the swoop and it's start up sequence automatically started, the chip embedded in her suit making that happen. She enjoyed the smooth rumble of the powerful swoop.

Truth be told, it was her baby. Donnie had spent countless hours on it, and she'd lost track of how many credits had been sunk into it over the past couple of years, simply not caring how much this or that cost, she'd only have the best for her baby.

In many ways, it was a physical manifestation of her own transformation. Donnie'd found it when the crew she ran with on Corellia moved into their new warehouse. It was sitting dejectedly in a corner, in sad shape and with no fairings, no reactor, and no owner.

Donnie was instantly in love with the orphaned bike. She spent all her free time for months working on it, bringing it back to it's former glory, and then some. After a few months, thousands of credits, and many cuts, scrapes, and busted knuckles, she finally replaced her old swoop with the new highness.

Now, new, didn't mean it wasn't without it's quirks. Because of her abilities, she was able to set it's computer systems so they had minimal involvement in stability control. It's hotrodded engine was easily 3 times more powerful than the stock unit, which was rather ballsy as it was. Riding this swoop was akin to balancing a ball on a knife edge going 100 miles an hour. This made it incredibly maneuverable, but also required her absolute undivided attention.

The swoop, her lightning reflexes, and skill with a wrench had made her sixty grand over a year, twenty of which she'd taken with her...and thirty of which she'd sunk into her steed. It gave her a sense of freedom, power, control, all the things she'd lacked as a child. Being able to simply outrun everything with a twist of her right hand made her excited in ways bedroom antics never could.

The young Twi'lek looked over at the man's swoop, and smirked.

Being well armed and armored is great, but you can't hit what you can't catch...

She thought. Donnie didn't have a fight or flight instinct, only the flight portion. She was a runner.

Doneeda was about to put her helmet on when Kito asked his question. Donnie's smirk went to a full blown grin. She'd thought about it...for about .3 seconds when she was 16. Being a criminal was in her blood, she was convinced. Though Donnie knew her mother was just a slave, she figured her father wasn't. Girl had to get it from somewhere...

"I tho'abod i', yah. Anda money, anda swop, a'mine. Is na'jusa mekanik..." she responded, eager to get moving.

[jaker]

OOC: better than mine as you can see, so don't threat none. And yes, my internet died on me. Plus I'm suffering writers block so I can't think of what to write much.

Kito smiled, "who's innocent anyway? We all got blood on our hands and taint in our souls..." he drifted off for a moment before shaking it off and engaging the loud snarling engine, this bike was specially built for him, though it was not fast and slick as most swoops but it was a valuable tool that indeed, benefited is agility when it came to fights. He smirked back at her before, revving the engine and making a J-turn, grinding past her before going up the roads towards the industrial sector that loaded private goods for high income business's, nothing they would miss aye?

He was deciding whether to sneak in and take the ship from under their noses or just walk in and take the guards head on, he wasn't sure but they'd cross that bridge when they got there most definitely. But Doneeda didn't seem like a fighter, so she probably wouldn't be good in a firefight against armed guards.

[The Conman]

Donnie watched the swoop take off down the street, following and quickly closing the distance left by not leaving at the same time. Zeltros suddenly changed from a party planet into an industrial maze, it seemed. She'd never seen this side of the world, though it did make some sense it existed. There needed to be a support system for the clubs, casinos and bars that littered the planet.

The young Twi'lek watched the older man's head, and noticed he was looking intently at a few of the loading docks. Donnie had a bit of an idea of what was in mind. He probably needed parts for the ship, that or cash to get parts. Either way, it would probably involve stealing something. Not that she was against the idea, it was that this man seemed to be the type to shoot then ask questions later. Donnie had different plans.

Early in her life, Doneeda had realized she was...well...attractive. While these workers probably had great looking wives, or girlfriends, they more than likely didn't think they were exotic. Something different was interesting, Donnie was something different. There was a good possibility they could get in, get what they wanted, and get out, without any shots being fired. Well, killing shots.

Donnie's plan was simple. She'd need a blaster with a stun setting and a minute to get out of her swoop suit. Donnie twisted her right hand back and zipped upto the side of the angry looking swoop, waving her arms and sitting back, to get Kito's attention.

When she was sure she had it, Doneeda motioned for them to pull over, so she could have a bit of a planning session...and get his contact info, so they could use the commlinks, instead of sign language.