Out of the Fryingpan, into the Korriban [Open]

[The Conman]

Doneeda laid in her hammock and staired at the dark gray ceiling of the room she'd been calling home for the past 5 days. She'd seen an advertisement on the Galactic Jobs site for mechanics there. So, she once again packed up her speeder and was on a rather rickety freighter she'd managed to get passage on heading that way. It was tight, and old. And it shook when it went to hyperspace. The showers didn't work, and the freezer was malfunctioning, so they had to eat reconstituted food. Which was, as she figured it, using the word liberally. It was also, above all else, painfully slow.

The crew was nice, though. An old couple from Tatooine, who gave her a discount because she talked nice to them in Huttese. They did their best to make her comfortable. Including trying to cook a fungus they figured she'd like. Badly. Though she ate it, and smiled, they'd been nothing but kind too her, even going so far as trying to set her up with their un-attractive, accountant son. Doneeda lied, saying she'd think about it.

While on the journey Doneeda spent some time in the engineroom and fixed a few problems they'd been having with thrusters and a gyro, got one of their ships 2 droid brains back online. Figured she'd do what she could for the couple, they weren't long for this universe, and didn't need gremlins taking away what little time they probably had left.

She rolled over and stared at the equally as interesting as the ceiling gray wall. It'd been 3 days since she'd made the repairs, the rest of them requiring completely new parts. The ship rocked, the lights flickered momentarily. Doneeda lifted up her head so she didn't hit the crossbar that was holding the slightly too small hammock up, but no more jolts followed.

That was about the most interesting thing that'd happened all day. She had no idea why people would actually choose to do this. She'd been on-board for 3 days and was almost bored to tears.

Another jolt came, Doneeda lifted her head, waited a moment, and put it back down on the thin pillow. As she did so she caught a whiff of herself. If the boredom didn't kill her, the B.O. probably would. There's only so far deodorant and bodyspray will get you before the stink gets overpowering. She was past that point 2 days ago.

Yet another thud, this time she managed to bang the sensitive base of her leeku on the crossbar...for the 500th time. The constant jolting of the ship and pounding of the crossbar on the base of that leeku had given her a 4 day long headache. Yet another thud, and the 501st bump.

Doneeda decided to get up and take a walk. For a freighter, the ring shaped hallway that connected all the different sections was fairly spacious, and was good enough to let her stretch her legs. She carefully tried to get out of the hammock, putting her right leg over, then her left, and balancing the tippy contraption as she tried to slide off. Thud, 502.

Doneeda hit the floor with a dull smack. She hadn't had time to get her arms out, so she'd pretty much fallen on her right shoulder mostly, after her un-ready legs crumpled when they hit the floor in the dark, as the lights had decided to flicker as well. When they came back she assessed the situation.

Nothing was broken, she was conscious, and she didn't have any cuts.

Da'urd... she said quietly as she tried to pick herself up, managing to get back on her feet...just as another, more violent thud rocked the ship. She was sent careening into the wall below her hammock, across the room. Thankfully it wasn't that far, so she didn't get much momentum.

REALLY! She yelled as she propped herself up, noticing a cut on her left arm from one of the wall's reinforcing ribs. Doneeda decided to not hang around in the deadly room of death, and get into the ship to see what was going on.

As she walked towards the cockpit, she managed to stay upright through another 5 major rockings. Something was definitely not normal. Upon arrival, she say the two wrinkled crew members frantically trying to figure out the source of the malfunction. Doneeda addressed them in Huttese.

What's going on, what's wrong? She asked.

The Hyperdrive is malfunctioning.Some thing's causing it to surge, then shutdown, then surge, then shut down. The man replied in the same language, going back to his terminal to try to fix the problem.

Doneeda looked around, bracing herself through another surge. The displays were in Bocce. Useless to her. The Twi'lek silently turned and headed to the engine room. This issue was bigger than something that could be fixed from the cockpit, of that she was sure.

On the walk there, she nearly fell over several times. The surges were getting more powerful and longer. Not a good sign. She stopped off at her room to grab her backpack. When she got to the engine room, she pulled it out and put it onto a table, hooking up it's diagnostic port to the ships.

What she saw wasn't pretty. The magnetic field collar that was used to throttle the hyperdrive, as well as act as a stopper if it was overloaded, was in the process of failing. Doneeda ran through the options available. She could SCRAM the reactor. But that'd leave them traveling faster than light and without any power. Not to mention could possibly damage the reactor, stranding them wherever they ended up. She could also cut the fuel flow off from the reactor, doing a soft shutdown, and let it burn up whatever was still in the reaction. That could take hours. Or, she could try to fix the magnetic collar. But, she didn't know how.

Doneeda was analyzing the problem when, suddenly, the collar failed.... Spectacularly. Sparks and arcs of electricity shot everywhere, She barely managed to make it out the door before one incenirated her laptop. The ship's droid brains reacted and cut power to the now useless collar. But things were deteriorating fast.

The Reactor, which was a cheap " Auto Load Balancing " design spun it's self upto it's maximum power, as the hyperdrive was now running wide open, at it's jump power. Hyperdrives regularly run a jump power, however only for a few seconds while accelerating the ship to hyperspace. Once at speed, they settle down to their "cruise" setting and use considerably less. They also aren't designed to be run at their jump power for any extended period of time. Due to the reactor's dumb design, it was dumping all of it's available power through the now un-throttled plasma conduit into the old, decrepit, hyperdrive. Doneeda's only option was to Scram it.

She ran into the engine room and grabbed the manual scram handles.

'ere go' nadin' she said to herself, pulling them as hard as she could out, then twisting them 90 degrees, and pushing them back in.

As soon as the handles were in, everything went pitch black. And eerily silent. After entirely too long to be considered safe on any civilized world, the emergency lights came on. Doneeda looked around. The hyperdrive was glowing dim red. It would never run again, not until it was refit anyways.

She decided to walk upto the bridge, get an idea of where they'd dropped out. When she got up there, she was greeted by a sight that would make most spacers poop.

The entire windscreen was filled by a giant red planet. Doneeda didn't know which, and as the nav system was down, neither did her accommodation.

Why did you do that? The old man asked in Huttese

Long story, I'll tell you on the surface, we have to get to the pods. Doneeda returned, in the same language.

They had minutes, at best, to get off the ship before it hit atmosphere, and the two were taking too long to move. They were simply too old. Doneeda was torn, as the planet's features started to become way to clear, and she backed up, trying to help the elderly couple to the escape pods, it became obvious she'd need to make a terrible decision.

She could help them to the pods. But they'd never make it in time, they'd be in an unsafe reentry angle and the pods would burn up, killing everybody.

Or she could leave the couple who'd been nothing but kind to her, and survive herself. Doneeda bit her lip and played with one of her leeku with her free hand. She looked back down the hallway, to the other end of the ship where the Pods were. It would take her seconds to cross that distance. It was going to take them minutes. Minutes they didn't have. Doneeda looked down at the deck plating, knowing what she'd have to do.

She looked back at them, took a deep breath and buried her emotions as well as she could. Then turned and ran to the pods. She keyed her pod, as they yelled for her to help them. Then hatch opened, and she climbed inside amid them hollering for her to return and aid them to their pod. As Doneeda sat in the cushy pod, she closed her eyes as the tears started, and she pressed the worn " launch " button.

Arni’soyacho, ryma gesu’tak allesh'ma she whispered as her pod careened into the atmosphere.
OOC:( translates too " Thankyou very much, mother give you safe travel ( implying to the afterlife ) )

Doneeda put her hand on the window as she saw the first of the flames from the atmosphere start to eat away at the old freighter's hull. The other pod still hadn't launched. She was distracted until a sudden bang drew her attention. Her trajectory wasn't good either. She'd launched, yes, but not early enough to be able to choose where the pod would land. It's computer was more concerned with getting it to the ground without getting her dead. It was firing off thrusters, doing burns, all in an attempt to slow it down and stop it from burning up on it's way down.

Doneeda went to the computer's panel, which was seriously dumbed down. It was obvious that whoever built these things didn't want the passengers messing with the pod's controls during descent. Doneeda was about to pull the panel off when a massive shock hit the pod, causing her to hit her head off the top of it, knocking her out cold.

An unknown time later, Doneeda woke up. She looked around. She was in the pod still.It was laying on it's side, with it's top end blown off. The bottom windows were cracked, as well as the side ones, one of which was completely blown out. She then became aware of her splitting headache and very painful right arm. She looked down, there was a few chunks of the right window's glass embedded in it. She groaned, and sat up, putting her back up against the circular inside of the pod, and getting her first glimpse of the desert world she'd ended up on. And the fact it was either sunrise or sunset, she didn't know which.

She didn't even know where she was, for that matter. Doneeda looked down at her arm. She'd been out for long enough for the blood to stop free-flowing, so probably an hour or so, she guessed. The injured Twi'lek was having trouble thinking, she was still dizzy and woozy from the knock she took on the way down. She kept closing her eyes and opening them, the giving her head a small shake to regain her thoughts.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a red handle. Thinking as well as she could, she painfully and carefully crawled over and pulled it. Only to be hit in the head, again, by a survival kit. She simply laid on the pod's cushy interior.This was rapidly becoming the worst day of her life, and she wasn't in the mood to bother moving from where she'd been assaulted by the survival kit. Not for awhile, anyways.

After about a half hour,Doneeda gingerly sat up, and returned herself to her spot she was occupying before, using the circular inside of the cozy pod as a backrest, she hooked the brief-case sized survival pack's shoulder strap with her foot and dragged it over.

Popping it open, she found 25ccs of Kolto, a "secondary emergency locater beacon" ( which she turned on.), several packages of "numbing wipes" ( which she put aside ) , several bandages of varying shapes and sizes, gauze, cotton balls, 2 flashlights, a small bottle of 25 pain pills (of which she took one immediately), a pair of compression bands , a mirror, a small stitching kit, a thermal blanket, a kit to make a splint, superglue, ration bars for 3 people for 3 days ( which she put aside), and a 3 litre bladder full of what they termed as " Survival Fluids. " Whatever that meant, and a kit to filter ones own urine into drinkable water should the need arise.

Doneeda felt the pain pill kick in after a matter of minutes, letting her thoughts clear, she needed to get the glass out of her arm, and see how bad the rest of her was. She picked up the mirror.

She had no glass embedded in her face, but had a long, fine, vertical cut from just above her left eye, down her cheek, and just missing her mouth. It wasn't bleeding, nor was it painful, so she let it be. The pieces of glass in her arm were a different story,however.

The young Twi'lek grabbed a numbing wipe and went to work, rubing around the wound, then inhaling, and as she pulled the piece out, exhaling. After about a half hour of this, her arm was just a collection of slit shaped holes. A painful collection. Doneeda flopped aganst the wall after the final one came out and looked for the Kolto, grabbing it with her good arm and doling it out onto her pockmarked right arm.

She then grabbed a pair of the longer, narrower bandages and placed them on her arm, and, using her teeth, managed to get a brown compression strip around them to keep them on tight and covered. She was making progress.

As if in celebration, Doneeda ripped open a ration bar, and grabbed the bladder of "Survival Liquids". The bar, she found out, tasted like vanilla flavoured chalk. The survival fluid, like some form of hand sanitizer.But, she managed to get through the whole bar, and actually felt better after getting something to eat.

She was relishing in her success when a brisk wind blew through the blown out window. Doneeda looked outside. It was getting dark. Thinking, she looked at her chrono and noted the time, then fished out a flashlight from the survival kit and the thermal blanket. She placed the flashlight nearby, and pulled the shiny thermal blanket out of it's package and curled up with it.

OOC: Yeah, that's how you do a shipwreck. * sunglasses.jpg * I'm looking for a Sith, or somebody employed by the Sith, to find her. The Emergency Locater is on, and she ejected from a freighter in orbit, so lots of times to have seen her on scanners, or pick up the locater, or something. Anywho, let's see what happens!

[Kuhblam]

It was only coincidence that Virgil had been near the entrance to the main courtyard of the Sith Temple. He had planned the day so far; spar, spar some more, spar a bit further, spar again, taunt non-humans, and perhaps do some more sparring. Virgil did like to mix things up with his daily routine, although in truth he would not be on this miserable rock much longer. He was bound for Bastion soon, to join up with the rest of the Dominion. However, he had decided to dedicate more time to the Temple; his experience with Lord Carthis had cracked his outer shell of pride and told him there was so much more he needed to learn and process. Being a member of the Sith Order did not automatically earn one self-entitlement; like when he had usurped Roderick, he had needed to work his way into the bottom ranks.

Electrum-hilted lightsaber in hand, he practiced and repeated. He was already a master of Shien and Djem So, but it was his specialization; besides Shii-Cho, child's play, he had no other forms to rely on. His opposing partner was another human, a red-haired human named Hearth. They had been balancing back and forth for at least an hour now, although they had kept force manipulation to a minimum for the sake of not destroying the main courtyard. Korriban's sun continued to blaze intensely, even with being late in the afternoon, and Virgil raised his hand for Hearth to hold as he de-activated his lightsaber and clipped it to his utility belt. Like-wise, his companion's red-hued blade disappeared into its silver, unadorned hilt. Virgil had stopped the duel with the intention of drinking from his canteen for a few seconds, but he had noticed something else. What was it? A meteor rocketing from the sky? Surely not a ship. If any ship had even gotten in system, the navy would destroyed it without question.

"Hearth, to the sky. What do you see?"

Hearth looked upwards at Virgil's behest, now tracking the shape along with Virgil in unison. There was a large, singular mass burning up while heading into the atmosphere; however, Virgil saw another, a smaller shape rocketing into the malevolent red deserts beyond the mountain-cradled valleys which held the Sith Temple. He looked to Hearth, who was already tossing him his black hooded cloak from atop a durasteel supplies crate. He looked at Virgil once and then spoke up.

"I see trespassers."

Of course. That could be the only possible explanation for the smaller object of mass, although it could indeed just be a break-away piece. However, whatever it was, it still needed to be investigated as soon as possible. Virgil caught his cloak mid-air and walked with Hearth towards the vehicle hangar bay, already pulling the cloak about him and covering up his basic dull Sith Initiate robes. Their trip to the speeders was short and quick, and silent as well. They bypassed numerous Initiates still training late into the day, just as they had, but no one else had seemed to take interest in the sky falling at random. He supposed they were smart enough not to go looking for gold when it presented itself. Maybe they were fools for going at the first chance of discovery, but the day had been boring so far, and he wished to go beyond the Temple boundaries. Entering the speeder bay, Virgil took the lead and accosted the head mechanic, a simple Sith trooper working a console station. He saluted automatically as the pair of adepts approached.

"I am taking two speeders for an investigation of a perimeter breach. We will be back with them by midnight at the latest."

The trooper nodded his angular shaped helmet; he was in no position to deny either Virgil or Hearth. He tapped several keys, logged the check-out of both vehicles, and nodded.

"They're good to go, sir. Will you be needing a troop detachment as well?"

"No, this will be short."

Jogging to one of the two speeders, he vaulted over the side and powered up the reactor. The small four-passenger vehicle lurched to life, hovering off the ground by three feet and holding steady. He called over to Hearth, who was entering his own speeder. The sound of the speeders drowned out his speech, however, and thus he increased the intensity of his volume.

"I will investigate the smaller mass! Take the larger one!"

With that, he rocketed out the opposite hangar blast doors, letting the sand storm wash over the speeder as he disappeared into the desert wastes. Behind him, the blast doors grated against the floor until they clamped shut in each others arms, stopping the flood of dust from overrunning the hangar bay.

----

His scanners picked up a distress beacon call. To him, that was probably both the smartest and dumbest idea he'd ever seen. Did they not know the planet they had landed on? Did they have the slightest idea of what forces occupied the dirt they now sat on? He punched a few keys and locked onto the call with his speeder's scanners, plotting a course through the desert. The windshield served to block most of the sand whipping about him, and his cloak protected the rest of his body. Still, the winds whipped about him and tugged at his clothing, trying to wound him to a degree or force him to take shelter. He was no stranger to the elements however, and had spent his fair share of time away from shelter or comfort. No simple sandstorm would have the strength to drive him from his current objective.

He was amazed at how short the trip was taking; this object, probably an escape pod, had landed extraordinarily close to the Temple's outer radar perimeter. In fact, it had landed inside of it. Virgil contemplated the possible avenues of what would happen once he reached it; he might find nothing but wreckage and charred bones, or perhaps he might get a bit luckier and find a wounded stray to bring back to the Temple. He was quite sure that this had to be a civilian vessel, if it was a vessel at all. No Republic vessels would have made the mistake of crash-landing here without the intention of a death wish. Similarly, it was unlikely any other minor faction, such as those pesky Mandalorians, would land here, as he could not discern any reason beyond surveillance. Any attempt at trying to gain intelligence on the Temple was usually done sloppily, and as such, was stopped just as quick.

He could see the wreckage now. Yes, it was most definitely an escape pod, which confirmed the larger object being a space-faring vessel, most likely a civilian freighter. He was about twenty yards from the pod, and powered down his speeder as he hopped out. His field boots crunched up the red sand beneath, but he did not sink. To any other being, it might look like his black-robed figure confirmed the Grim Reaper was approaching courtesy of the environment they were in. A hood concealed his true nature, and he kept his arms folded across his torso as if to ironically keep warm. He could sense a life-form inside, living and breathing; like all beings regardless of force attunement, he could feel the life inside. However, this being displayed no signs of training, and the absence of the miniature nexus most force-users displayed told him that he, she, or it for that matter was just a regular person.

He took his footsteps gingerly; he didn't feel the need to conceal the presence in the Force, but like-wise moved silently towards the pod. If the being was awake, this person might see him through one of those windows. However, he wasn't concerned with being detected when it came to do it. In fact, he was extremely certain he would be in full control once the pleasantries started. Virgil was upon the door to the pod now, which he could see upon closer examination was extremely beat up. Standing about five feet away, he raised his gloved hand, wrenched on the door with the Force, and began to pull away with a death grip on it. He could tell it was about to give way under the pressure he was extending upon its hinges, and finally with the flick of a wrist and little effort, he sent the door tumbling down a sand hill and out of sight, watching it disappear as he turned back to look inside the pod at a young Twi'Lek woman, wrapped in the comfort of a thermal blanket.

Aliens. Oh, how he hated them.

Repulsed by more unwanted interaction with non-humans, and especially some refugee as worthless as this, Virgil's annoyance grew. His voice bellowed, which would no doubt wake her from her slumber if she had not already been alerted to his presence.

"You should not be here, trespasser. Identify yourself!"

[The Conman]

Somehow Doneeda had managed to sleep through the sound of the top of the pod being torn off, only to be rudely awoken by somebody yelling at her. Doneeda's eyes opened and took a second to adjust to the inrushing sunlight.

At least I made it through the night... She thought to herself.

Doneeda moved herself so her back was leaning against the circular wall of the pod. This was going to be interesting, to her, if you find somebody in an escape pod, they generally aren't trespassing...then again, she could be just about anywhere, so wherever here was, apparently this constituted trespassing. That or he was yelling to hear his own voice.

She decided to take a few seconds to inspect her arm, which had bled somewhat throughout the night, staining the bandage. Her face was bugging her as well, she touched the cut. It was still tender, but not bleeding. Doneeda figured she wouldn't worry about it, her arm didn't feel like it was about to fall of, nor did her face, so dealing with whoever this was had to be the priority.

Either way, he was dressed like it was cold and was yelling at people in escape pods, so Doneeda surmised he was probably a little crazy...then she realized the door of the pod was missing. The door that opened in. She directed her eyes behind him momentarily, not seeing any machinery. Doneeda figured he had some sort of " pull the door off the pod " device. That or she was crazy and the door opened out as well.

Doneeda figured she should probably respond, or he'd get mad and possibly burn out his vocal cords. She cleared her throat, and responded.

I's Doneeda, an' wha'is 'ere 'sactly? She said calmly.

[Kuhblam]

Oblivious as she is stupid.

His hooded head shook side to side slightly in a disapproving matter. This fool refugee not only knew not whom she was dealing with but also not where she was. He sensed no deception in her voice; she was genuinely oblivious of the location she found herself in. He found himself dumbstruck for a second, and he simply stared into her face as if it was the answer to the mystery of the Force..

Who could have possibly navigated into one of the most dangerous systems in the galaxy by accident?

Furthermore, how the hell had the ship she had come in on evaded detection? He could not begin to count the ships that lingered in orbit over what was presumed by many to be the Sith Empire's unofficial capital world. This occasion truly perplexed him, and his anger vanished briefly from the sight of such a transgression on what amounted to holy ground. The Force had sent him a curveball, albeit a complete and utter worthless one at that. However, he stopped lingering on the issue. When he came back after those thirty seconds of imaginary downtime, his anger returned, and it began to fume intensely. His hand called out with the Force to his lightsaber hilt, and in a split second it traced its way through space and air along the inside of his cloak through the sleeve to enter his hand. He ignited the blade almost automatically, a deep royal purple sheen extending from the emitter. In the desert, and with night approaching, it was the only true source of enlightenment for any blind man.

As he stood there, Virgil weighed his options. He could ignore her question and simply kill her. He could answer her question and still kill her. He could also take her back to the Valley, where the Temple lay, and let the Lords decide her fate. Virgil knew they would just as soon dispose of her; really, this alien woman's chances did not lay on favorable.

He decided he would let her live. The Dark Lords or someone in their stead would decide her fate, not him.

He kept the weapon ignited, with the blade point singing the sand and turning brimstone to glass. He reached out with the Force again, this time deciding he would pull the mass of the escape pod forward from the top. It might have been more entertaining to lift the entire mass, but he was a practical being. Whether the woman liked it or not, she would have to exit the pod; staying here was not in the agenda. He still kept his figure concealed, although the lightsaber would obviously portray the thought that he was force-sensitive. The purple blade, however, would not betray the identity of this planet. His voice was not as loud as before, but the tone was just as commanding and straight forward.

"Get out. I will ask the questions."

[The Conman]

Doneeda was stunned by the activation of the saber, scrambling towards the back of the pod, for some reason figuring that putting some form of distance between herself and this person would have any real effect.

There was a moment where she figured it'd worked...until she was dumped unceremoniously out of the pod, landing face down on the ground. Followed by the survival kit and the majority of it's contents on top of her.

Ooooooooowwwww...

She groaned into the sand, laying there for a good minute or so. The guy's hostility was somewhat perplexing, and she was still oblivious to wherever she was...but this guy didn't seem to be very interested in helping much. Doneeda used her arm to push her leeku back and brush off the contents of the survival kit which had rained down upon her as she was dumped from the pod.

She got up, and noticed that he still hadn't deactivated his saber. Doneeda raised an eyebrow, and looked from the saber, and back to his face, then back to the saber, and back to his face.

R'ally? She said flatly, putting her hands on her hips.

This is ridicules. She thought

'frai'a da beeg ba' Twi'lek? She said, holding her arms out to the sides.

OhhhhOOOOHHHHHH Imma getcha! RAWR!

She said, gesturing like she had claws and with a mischievous grin, and finishing with a giggle.

Doneeda realized he probably wanted to kill her. But she wasn't about to face death and cower. She was of the mindset that if she had to see death today, she'd laugh in his face. Doneeda hadn't come this far to have some mental Jedi intimidate her with a light stick and some fancy tricks.

[Kuhblam]

(OOC: Sorry if the sand thing was out of line, if you didn't like that I will change it.)

As he stood, there he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He blinked twice, stared at the pagan as she did some strange dancing routine, and then his anger flared once more.

Was she really staring death in the face and calling it a joke?

"Crazy illiterate witch."

His hand raised, and the cloaked figure scooped up a gallon of reddish-orange sand through manipulation of the Force before sending it splashing over the Twi'Lek in order to get her to stop. He de-activated his lightsaber and stashed it beneath the layers of his cloak. He was not in the mood for games right now. This interrogation would be short and then she would be accompanying him back to the Temple for a quick round of death or servitude. He pulled his hood back, revealing his shaved head and the ancient Sith hieroglyph tattooed between his eyebrows. His face was broad and angular, and his eyes were a blood-shot yellow from time spent both consolidating his anger and staying snack-dab in in the middle of a dark side force nexus.

He looked at the alien refugee for a moment, locked in a one-sided stand off. His annoyance had already crossed safe levels of tolerance; one quick strike would be all it would take. Perhaps the Dark Lords need not know of such a freak occurrence. After all, Hearth would no doubt report any other passengers dead upon impact; there was no way someone could have survived the larger crash.

No.

He shook the thought out of his head. No doubt he was being watched at this very moment by Temple security as they were within the confines of the radar perimeter. Yes, to kill her still would be stupid, and it would spell both a demotion and his end. He spoke up sternly once more, now that he had revealed his face.

"I will ask, and you will answer. What is the name of the ship you were on? How many others are there? Why are you here? How did you bypass the planetary shielding and the ships on orbit?"

The volley of questions were quick and unrelenting, but he felt that would be all the Twi'Lek could chew at the moment. Judging from her regional dialect and speech, he came to the conclusion that he'd be lucky if he got any useful from her at all.

[The Conman]

(OOC: LOL, yeah, that's pretty much how you shut her up. I'm cool with it, actually laughed. Well played, good sir. )

Doneeda was about to respond to the man's comments about her sanity and magical prowess, when there was suddenly sand. Everywhere. She had time to close her mouth and eyes, but not get her arms up, so she basically too most of it to the face. It took a second or two, but it abated as soon as it began.

I probably deserved that...

She thought to herself.

Donnie managed to get her eyes open and back in focus to finally get a look at the guy's face. Donnie raised an eyebrow, and crossed her arms and relaxed her stance somewhat. After returning the eyebrow to it's normal altitude, she analyzed the fellow.

The Twi'lek had to admit, he wasn't bad looking by any means, the tatoo was interesting and she'd seen people with the yellow contacts before in clubs and bars, was a bit of a fad on Corellia. The idea of trying to seduce this one flashed through her head briefly. She'd gotten herself out of a few situations in the past by doing the bimbo routine, but she surmised that it probably wouldn't work on this one. As she was considering her opposite, he shot the "20 questions" routine at her.

He worked for somebody.

Doneeda had dealt with enough criminals to realize this guy was basically an "enforcer". Sent to intimidate and soften people up for questioning, or to make them more interested in doing business. Helping, giving info, and being a decent individual weren't in the job description. His actions were making more sense to her. Not that she enjoyed his company, but at this point she realized that making his day any more complicated wasn't worth it. Guy was just doing his job, fair enough.

Business is business, she thought.

The name of the ship? She hadn't bothered looking...or asking for that matter. So she, quite obviously, turned around and looked at the side of the pod, and pointed at the name strip on it.

D'appy Tra'der. She said, turning back around.

When he asked how many others were on the ship, she wasn't even looking at the guy anymore, wanting to get this over with and speak with his boss. She held up two fingers, then returned her arms to their crossed position.

When he asked why are you here she let out a quick, loud laugh.

Vac'atin She said.

When asked about the planetary shielding and the ships, she had to think about that one.

Jussa'sek. Yousa'plan'tary shiel? she said, her left hand going to her chin. Doneeda's eyes went unfocused, thinking.

When all other alternatives are impossible, whatever is left, however ridicules, must be the truth.

She thought as she came to her conclusion. Hyperspace was a different dimension, when a ship was in hyperspace, they effectively didn't exist. Doneeda figured, they'd managed to "skip" past the planetary shield because of the hyper drive malfunctions, and a large helping of luck, and dropped out behind it. She couldn't do that again if she tried. As for the other ships, well, you can't fire on something in hyperspace.

M'wors arn' good'nuff t'splain' en Basik. Buh, I can sho'yah.

Doneeda said, Gesturing like writing on a piece of paper when she mentioned she'd show them.

Donnie was back to being deep in thought about it. She'd inadvertently figured out how to defeat a planetary shield. Though there were some serious side effects, the biggest being that you have to drop out of hyperspace literally on the planet. She needed a computer...not a terminal, but a computer, to run some simulations.