It's Dark Outside.. {Open}

[Iota]

it was a dark, dank and eerie night deep down on the forest floor. due to the depth of the floor from the canopies, it was often difficult to determine night from day, but either way, it was not the place for the tame of heart. But the perfect place to survive if you wish not to be found.

Slavers and adventurers would often clamber down to these dark depths, but their survival was never guaranteed, even force users had been known to perish at the hands of the beast of mother nature that dealt the wrath on this particular wild planet.

One corner remained darker than most, but not due to the overcast of the tree line.. the mere presence in this particular area provoked the hair on the back of the neck of most explorers to stand on end, the dark whispers of something wicked residing in the quiet tree stumps of something more malevolent than the twisted fear invoking arachnids that skulk the damp overgrown earth.

Amidst the darkness was a figure, almost statue like state, with a black cape like cloth dangling over the armour clad effigy. Water dripping from the gladiatorial helmet as this object of design and depiction sat there, like the statue 'The Thinker'. It had been a long while since lone wolf had been anywhere, left alone with his thoughts and anger. But whether on Kashyyyk or traversing the Galaxy, he was alone, the only person to ever understand him, was his sister, Cassandra, who he had not seen since his rapid escape from Korriban after his clash of the titans-esque duel with a Jedi Master.

A lot had occurred in this figures exile, the sith, the mandalorians and general unrest in the galaxy, for this man, this atmosphere would provide great aid when he decides to rear his head once again under the veil of the fog of confusion that may lay in the midst of the return of the sith. Their presence resonated through out the galaxy and this man could feel their call and darkness.. it was an intriguing sensation, for he had met those who called themselves Sith in his travels, most were power hungry frauds, but one or two were the definitive article, the lady on dantooine, he remembers well.

It was time, time once again to leave his dark palace of hate, angry and corruption, to traverse the galaxy to find those, who in his eyes, either needed 'saving' or perhaps, he himself, needed saving, only time would tell.. but it was time for xavier Libertas, the Dark Jedi Master to walk the line, once again.

The only constant in his mind, the one vision, the one image that kept him relatively sane during his self exile, was the thought of his sister "Cassandra" he would have to find her to find what he is looking for.. Still, for the time being he was alone and ready to leave this planet that he had called home for a couple of years, he would need to acquire a craft of some sort as his personal ship was left abandoned, unflyable and out of service.

[Iota]

kashyyyk was an odditty inside a connundrum at times, the ground level had vegetation and some how light permeated through the trees, despites the trees being unfathomable in height and density, but yet life was present. Obviously an evolutionary step for there were creatures that could illuminate themselves undoubtedly using some form of bio-phosphorus light to either use for sight or perhaps as a defense mechanism.

Xavier had decided it was time for him to leave this place, quite frankly he had been very patient, as patient as dark jedi go anyway. He needed some 'entertainment' in his life, no about of moping about and 'hiding' would justify his existance, he wanted bigger and better and he wanted to make people suffer for lacking courage of their convictions. But he won't be chaotic or illogical, for that is not who he is.

Xavier stepped down slowly from his make shift bench that belonged to the root of one of the great trees, as he placed his foot down onto the soft earth below him, his armour chinked and with every step he took, the same old chinks can be heard, for his armour was old, but still sterdy. It didn't really have any protective value, especially against that of the energy of the lightsaber but Xavier was a proud and some what arrogant man, so the armour suited him, gave him that air of power although he didn't need to prove himself to no mortal, atleast for the time being.

The walk to the some what archaic lift was a long and treacherous one, it would never be easy, if the climate, foilage or landscape cause some sort of damage or slight case of death, the local creatures would surely compensate. A few hours had passed, Xavier used the force and the given luminosity from the local bugs to find his way through the endless maze and trickery that the forest pits explorers against.

The Dark Jedi Master continued on his walk, plagued by the vision of his sister, Cassandra, he needed to find her, but was unentirely sure as to why but he would make sure he would find out nevertheless. The Libertas family, despite having flawed genes in the sense of Cassandra's blindness and Xavier's Mutism, they both had a very strong connection with the force, whilst Cassandra was the Seer of the two, xavier was naturally talented with the use of telepathy.

it wasn't long until he arrived to the archaic wooden lift that led to the tree tops and his inevitable escape from this wretched planet he had grown to loathe.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa Therani peered over the edge of a walkway high among the wroshyr trees of Kashyyyk, and contemplated just how far down a fall from that would be. The answer was readily apparent: too far. If she was going to splatter across the ground, she'd really have preferred to just do it quickly without excess time to think about it. Hell, you could probably write a will while falling down to the Shadowlands far below. Of course there wouldn't be anyone down there to read it anyway.

The Mirialan ex-Jedi pulled a stray lock of hair out of her eyes as she backed away from the ledge, giving it a healthy respect it deserved. She didn't normally get vertigo, but these heights were a little intimidating. The green-skinned Mirialans, after all, were not an arboreal species. Although, Ervisa mused, perhaps she could blend in with the leaves... No, she was a brilliant emerald color and they were a rather different forest green. She'd stand out like a little green splotch on a really big green splotch.

But that was okay, seeing as she wasn't really into blending in anyway. From her waist-length braid of hair falling over her left shoulder and emerald skin to her bare midriff and numerous dark tattoos, she stood out in a crowd. And she was really all right with that, enjoying a little attention now and again. What girl didn't really?

She looked around again, regaining her bearings in the dark and deserted walkway. The docking port was... back the way she'd came? Yeah, she was pretty certain it was, and she had a good sense of direction. The only real pity of this experience was that she was alone on this world of trees, with her crewmates left behind and not an ounce of male companionship to be found. She was missing Asyr today.

Why was it that her thoughts always found their way back to that Echani man who she'd met on Cato Nemoidia? Was it the unique circumstances, sleeping with him on the seat of a toilet? No, she'd done stranger liaisons before. Was it the quality? He was good, but not unbelievably astonishing. No, maybe they'd just clicked on a deeper level.

Damn destiny. Fate. Love. Whatever idiotic concept she was starting to lend credence to.

Ervisa fumbled around her pants pockets to find a pack of tabac cigarettes and a lighter, pulling one out and lighting up. She inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs and blew it out slowly into the night air, sighing even as she did so.

As her sigh faded away, she heard another sound. A squeaky sort of sound that reminded her of bad public transportation. She shoved her pack of cigs back into her pocket and started to walk towards the sound, her boots lightly adding their own noise into the mix. Closer and closer she came until she stopped before a pulley that was moving. Now that was curious.

Ervisa crushed her feelings of vertigo and peered over the edge and into the darkness, managing so spot a light down below. She closed her eyes and prepared to bolster them with the Force, something she still did on occasion when she didn't have a pair of binoculars. It was... a man. Not a wookie, but a human or a near-human man. A tall one, and wearing what appeared to be a large suit of armor.

Now there was something you didn't see every day. Ervisa stepped back from the ledge and leaned up against the trunk of the tree the walkway butted up against, smoking her cigarette in silence. Maybe when he arrived on her level she'd ask him why he was dressed like a gladiator. Or not. It didn't really matter to her.

[Iota]

As Xavier continued his approach throught he dark underworld of kashyyyk towards the archaic pully system lift that world take him to the walk ways above, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that some larger was at play, he couldn't tell what it was, but something was a miss. his self exile had left him on his lonesome and self machinations. the forest floor had kept his movements and presence with in the force at a low and barely unnoticable unless purposefully sought after. But he knew something bigger was at hand as no vangaurds of his death came knocking.

"i should of brought a less conspicuous attire" he thought to himself as he raised an eyebrow and looked towards his arms, dust, most and general dirt collecting on his fore arm. Xavier slowly, in a non-chalant manner, continued to brush away the excess dirt to look at least presentable for any marks above who could perhaps offer a lift off this tree ridden rock.

"un-manned post? how very.. unprofessional.." He thought to himself, whilst being what he is, Xavier always like things that had a place, order in the chaos and purpose, he was always quite anal when it came to professionalism. Xavier looked slowly and some what cautiously amidst his surroundings, it was dark with a small camp fire luminating the local surroundings at the base of the lift, the place was abandonned, as if it were almost too easy, but luck seemed to have been on Xavier's side today, or perhaps it was the force telling him to leave at this precise time?

There was a chill in the air, it was nearing the time where the beasts come out to hunt, he had spent most of his exile defending himself but did not have the time, nor inclination to fend off the hungry monsters that would hound his every move., he had to move. Moving his right arm towards his holstered lightsaber, Xavier removed it from it's holding before hiding it behind his back and up his armour, to avoid any suspicion.. even though he is armour clad, but stranger sights had been seen in the galaxy.

xavier knelt down on his right knee onto the muddy terrain and leaning on his knee with his right forearm, the damp soil seeping through the joints in his armour, he could feel the slight tenderness of the soil against him, even in the faintest of detail. Xavier closed his eyes slowly whilst slowling his breathing down to almost a stand still, he was concentrating. He had to centre himself, ignore all the thoughts in his minds' eye, block them out until barely a whisper, he was vunerable in this meditation like state, but he could not access his ability in any other fashion, atleast he had not been taught to by his old master many years before. After some time had elapsed, Xavier took in a rather deep breath and with that breath he had initiated his 'art of the small' ability to hide his presence with in the force, or atleast keeping it to a bare minimum, to hide his self and to avoid or arouse suspicion.

Xavier was now quiet with in the force once again, it had been a fair while since he had utilised this particular ability, but he was never one for running into scenes with ignited lightsabers, he wouldn't of survived this long if he had. He had to play the long intelligent game to get what he wanted, something to benefit him and his goals.

Libertas clambered to his feet and continued to dust his knee off of any loose debris. He once again looked towards the lift and made way in a regal fashions with his arms interlinked behind his back before noticing he would have to participate in the pulley system lift as the post was empty and devoid of any wookiee sentry "Charming.." he snarled softly as he started to pull the rope that brought the old, archaic lift back into life.

Quite some tim later Xavier had reached the top, he was at the walk ways and was not best pleased, more so than usual. But he had to remain centered and seemingly in control. As he exited the lift he noticed a rather green lady, smoking. He nodded softly towards her and raised his right hand in a slight waving motion before moving in her direction.

Xavier raised both arms to torso height, he began to make several gestures and motions with his hands, it was in actual fact sign language as if he used his usual method of communication via telepathy, it would render his ability useless and redundant for it's current duration. He seemed, to the trained eye, to be say through sign language "Hello, do you understand sign language?"

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa continued to smoke her cigarette as she waited for the stranger to emerge from the shadows. It was taking far too long in her estimation, and she quickly wound up perched against the tree tapping it lightly with first her heel and then her toes, alternating between the two in a drumming pattern that served to kill time.

It also gave her enough time to conclusively remember that the landing pad was to her left, back the way she'd come of course. Now if she'd been drunk there was maybe a reason why it would have been hard. Maybe the fact she was struggling to remember had something to do with getting older. Next thing she knew there'd be grey hairs. Yuck.

What was it about aging anyway? She wasn't all that old, 34. Older than Asyr by a few years, but not by much. She hadn't exactly compared birthdates or anything. However she did drink like a sailor and smoke like a furnace, which might wind up taking a toll on her...

Or not. Maybe the whole 'Force-sensitive' thing would swoop in to save her ass. She'd already gotten the hang of using it to detox rapidly if she needed to go from a drunken stupor to reasonably sober in a few minutes. Maybe she could stave off a little aging that way. Or just deal with it gracefully.

The lift arrived at that moment and the man got off it. Sure enough, her eyes hadn't deceived her, he was wearing armor like some sort of ancient warrior. Now that was truly odd. He waved, and Ervisa waved back with her right hand, still clutching her cigarette between two fingers of her left. Well, at least he was a friendly weirdo.

And then he started to wave his hands around in a bunch of bizarre motions she wasn't sure what were. Ervisa raised an eyebrow in response and when his motions had subsided she opened her mouth and started to speak.

"Riiiight..." Another puff of smoke. "What's with the funky chicken there? Jazz hands?"

She looked quizzically at him for a half second before it clicked. "Ohhhhhhhh," She said with a knowing look. "Yeah, I don't speak sign language. I really hope you can read lips or hear or something, otherwise this could be pretty awkward."

[Iota]

((sorry about shortness.. writing essays atm too ))

A some what predictable circumsatnce, sign language was, to an extent, almost a dead language with the invention of the synthetic voice box and the type to voice datapads, so there was no real need to be taught such a thing. but Xavier wished not to use a synthetic, he was very mmuch content using telepathy as those around him were always usually force users, and for those he did have to communicate with, he would use his old apprentice as a puppet, until the day he killed her, of course.

Whilst he had to remain 'civil' for his own purpose, he also had to remember to not give too much away, he didn't want any potential jedi to caatch his scent, he was not ready for any kind of confrontation as of the moment, he was too pre-occupied. He wasn't beneath cracking a smile and generally being inviting, it was a means to an end.

Apparently the woman who xavier had stumbled upon did not comprehend sign language, wouldn't have been the first nor the last person not to comprehend it. Xavier sighed softly to himself before pointing to his eye, which was followed by pointing his thumb downwards and then pointing to his throat.. He then proceeded to point back at his eye, then he pointed his thumbs in an upward fashion then pointed towards his ears as if he were saying "i cannot speak, but i can hear" but whether or not she understood that is rather out of his control.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Ervisa watched the latest display with no small degree of confusion, cigarette still smoldering between two fingers and jaw closed firmly, grey eyes attentively focused on the man, with blue flecks livening up her countenance. This was shaping up to be one hell of a game of charades.

He raised his hand and pointed to his eye, then his throat, and then his eye again. Lastly he held up both thumbs, possibly pointing to his ears. Now, what exactly did he mean by that...

"Hmmmm..." Ervisa said contemplatively as she stroked her chin with her green-skinned hand, long fingers with neat nails rubbing up against her rather sharp chin. Luckily, those somewhat sharp features really worked on her face. "Eye throat eye thumbs up. Soooo, you like your throat?"

No. That was just silly. Why would he be saying anything like that? Well, why not from a different standpoint...

"You like my throat?"

No, that wasn't it either. If he'd liked her throat he would have pointed to it and given another thumbs up. Perhaps a quick drag on her cigarette would help...

Ervisa took the delightful smoke into her lungs slowly, and exhaled just as slowly, watching the smoke dissipate into the chill night air, hoping that would help her focus a little. Thumbs up. That was the weird part, maybe he meant something different by it... Ervisa thought back quickly and realized he might have just been pointing at his ears.

Eye throat eye ears.

It was possible 'eye' was standing in for 'I,' which meant he was talking about himself. Sign language he'd tried earlier meant he was either deaf or mute... Now without negation, which was it?

"Is it 'I don't talk but I hear' or is it 'I talk but I don't hear?' I'm a little vague on that part."

This was shaping up to be a little more complicated than she thought. Might have been easier if this guy invested in some sort of technology to help out with the problem. If he couldn't afford it, maybe he could hoc that shiny armor that made him look so out of place.

"Oh, uh, cigarette?" Ervisa offered, waving the carton around as if it were a succulent treat.

[Iota]

Xavier was intrigued by this female, she seemed to act rather... normal, common in a sense.. as in for a non force user as opposed to a force user. He had noticed her lightsaber dangling from her belt, but yet she did not stand with the arrogance, pride and self righteous stance of the jedi. Your stereotypical jedi could typical be seen from miles away, it's as if the air turns to a peaceful, dogmatic self serving tone.. figuratively of course.

It was obvious she was not a Dark jedi, a label Xavier never did care for much, neither a sith. she was, for all intensive purposes relatively normal, something Xavier had not experienced in many a year. She, through deductive reasoning, must there-fore be a grey jedi. Xavier has no qualms, no issues with the grey jedi.. they still loosely follow the jedi, but yet, at the same time, do not. The Dark Jedi Master could sympathise, in a sense, with this.

Xavier was somewhat amused with the charade like attitude approach the new comer had taken, as if it were a game. Fortunatley he was not in a rush which benefitted this grey jedi, though she would not realise this. it had been some time since Xavier had company, besides beasts and local wild life, even for some one of his stature, it was 'nice' to hear a voice from time to time who wasn't there to fight him.

This lady had somewhat tripped over herself, she had trouble understanding Xavier and his attempts to communicate, but yet she asked a further two questions, which would undoubtedly in all likelihood confuse her even more. Xavier raise his right hand, raising his index finger to suggest her first answer was correct. He then looked towards her offering him a ciggerette, he kindly shook his head.

Smoking was never a habit Xavier ever wished to take up, perhaps it stemed from his days as a padawan, to keep the mind clear and to have an unadulterated body and mind. He had known those who had quite the penchant for smoking and they would often say to him that it made them feel closer to the force, but Xavier always believe that what they were smoking was not just your average cigerette.

Xavier paused for a moment, he wished to get the 'conversation' moving along, he wanted to see this planet no more, it was starting to annoy him, though he wouldn't let it be known. The Dark Master pointed at this lady, he then pointed towards the sky before making a flying motion with his arms n an attempt to ask this grey jedi if she has a ship, although it was his best attempt at trying to sign charade style, he was hoping she would have a vague idea.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

The stranger held up a hand with a single finger, which Ervisa took to mean her first statement was correct. She nodded and mentally acknowledged the situation. He couldn't talk, but he could hear. That was going to make this conversation a little one-sided. Well, one-sided it would have to be.

The stranger shook his head in regards to her offering of a cigarette, and she shrugged. Yeah, he was probably wise for not smoking. When she had to get treatment for lung cancer in a decade she'd probably agree with his decision. Or she'd just get the treatment and resume where she'd left off, which was probably a bit more realistic. Ervisa took the stub of her current cigarette and touched the smoldering tip the fresh one to light it and breathing in smoke that was somehow fresher.

And then the stranger started to do the funky chicken again. No, correction, he was playing charades again. Pointing to her, pointing up, and flapping like some kind of demon-possessed bird. Now odds were he wasn't asking if she had wings or if he could fly. Both of those were a little obvious and the stranger didn't look stoned out of his mind.

No, he was clearly asking either if she flew or if she had a ship. She could answer both of those in one breath easily enough. "Yeah," She said puffing on her cigarette, "I'm a pilot on a ship. But we're not a charity, you'll have to pay for passage somehow if that's what you want. I'm not the woman to ask about price either, just the eccentric pilot with a drinking problem."

Ervisa dropped the dead cigarette to the ground and stepped on it with her foot, twisting it into the wood walkway to make sure it was out. Wouldn't want to burn down Kashyyyk in a forest fire and disappoint Smokey the Wookie.

The Mirialan woman stared up at the starry sky visible between branches and sighed. Yeah, her stay on this planet was just about over. Whatever cargo the others had arranged for was undoubtedly loaded by now and they'd be waiting for her to fly the ship. Well too bad, an extra ten minutes wouldn't make much of a difference. Plus, if she got a paying customer maybe they'd be a little pleased with the results of their delay.

[Iota]

Xavier took in what the lady had said, pilots were often a little less than sane and more often than not had drinking issues, but i guess with the risks they have to take, you cannot really blame them. The Dark jedi had to remain incognito, he would often think many strategies over before initiating them. He could quite easily use the force to gain passage on a ship, or perhaps taake one by force, but his exit had to look .. normal.. he had to play the long game.

she was only the pilot and to have a force user as a pilot would make this particular trip a relatively safe one as she could potentially have a higher degree of skill at the helm, this level of competance pleased Xavier, he was not a great fan of failures. He nodded to her and made a gesture with his hand as to say "after you" how he long to lay in a bed or sit in a chair, he had missed such luxuries since his ship was demolished as he escaped korriban from that fateful day. He lost his sister, the seer.. her where abouts remains a mystery. either the jedi captured her or the sith eventully caught her trail. Xavier would hope that it was the Sith as he did not wish to deal with the jedi, not again, for the time being atleast.

The Dark Jedi turned on his heels to follow the lady, he continued to place his arms behind his back and interlinked his arms, he then stretched his back which in turn released a crack or two as his spine straightened out and stood in a regal fashion. It would be quite obvious to the keen observationists that he had a rather noble upbringing.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

The walk back to The Unfortunate Tease was, understandably, silent. One party couldn't talk, and the other party, while generally talkative, was too busy contemplating a bottle of Chandrilan dessert wine and box of cigars in her spartan quarters to be bothered with chitchat.

Also, her thoughts had strayed back to Asyr. She wasn't sure what exactly that Echani man was, but she'd gotten a bit of a read on who he was, and she only wished she'd known more. Kindred souls sounded trite and cliched, but maybe there was a certain special something between them. It had to be, otherwise he wouldn't have occupied such a place in her thoughts.

She really wanted to see him again, but regrettably the circles she were in moved too fast and unpredictably to allow that. She had no contact information for him, he had none for her. Odds were against them ever meeting again. And that made her sad.

And that made her want to drink.

But in the end, the obnoxiously pink medium freighter became visible through the trees, loading ramp still down and without visible crew working on her. Of course that didn't mean there weren't crewmembers around doing things...

Ervisa stopped at the base of the ramp and gestured up at the ship before starting to speak. "I give you The Unfortunate Tease. I imagine by now you've noticed that the ship is pink. Yes, but you see from the inside it isn't. So, without further ado, please come in."

The Mirialan woman stepped up inside the cargo bay, cupped her hands to her mouth, and yelled. "PALA! MORWYNN! I'M BACK WITH A RANDOM DUDE DRESSED LIKE A GLADIATOR WHO WANTS TO FLY WITH US!"

She looked back over at the stranger and nodded with a quick smile. Then she turned back up in the ship and yelled again.

"ALSO HE CAN'T TALK, BRING SOME PAPER AND A PENCIL!"

[Iota]

Xavier followed his new temporary companion through the various walk ways, the walk itself remained a quiet one, which was a delight to some extent to the dark jedi master as small talk wa snot something he would often participate in, especially as he keeps most of his concentration on keeping his ability stable.. plus the fact this pilot could not comprehend sign language and he would have to revert to a some what crude method of finger pointing and shape making to communicate, it was some what tedious for him of some one of his stature, atleast that is what he would conclude.

It was fairly obvious that his companion had her mind elsewhere, it wasn't the first time some one put up barriers and utilised a more jovial personality to make the world think that there was nothing wrong. she had something on her mind, but it was not about Xavier, no, it wasn't about him otherwise she wouldn't of been offering him a ride. A love lost, perhaps? it would certainly indicate to such a thing. Xavier thought it would be best to not interject, to leave her be due to not knowing her and not really caring about such hinderances as love.

As the pair continued to make way toward the spaceport along the walkways, Xavier noticed the overly pink monstrousity of a spaceship and he knew, he just knew it was the one that this lady companion flew, was just his luck. "how very... quaint... perhaps this would work, a double bluff, if you will" he thought to himself as a small crack of a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The Unfortunate Tease.. sounds like a Twi'lek slaved to a Hutt" Xavier never did quite understand the need for humour behind several instances, this could purely be down to his noble upbringing and jedi training, then he tutelage in the dark side, there was never much room to see the funnier things in life. still, always time experience new things.

"Dude who looks like a gladiator.. charming" he thought to himself as he walked up the ramp to the ship, atleast the crew potentially had untensils to communicate with them whilst xavier was in his incognito phase. Xavier streatched out his cape behind him to make it more presentable before standing straight with his head up high gazing his eye line above the heads of the ships comrades, as this was the upper class way of presenting one's self.

[Charlie Sharper]

Morwynn was hard at work on the port engine when dropped the hydrospanner which bounced off her foot. "Damn it! I'm a doctor, not an engineer!" She said in anger. "We could use an engineer..." She thought out loud. She walked over to grab the diagnostic tool, testing the junction she had been working on. It tested green so she gathered up her tools and walked over to the machine shop. She then threw them into the tool box a bit harder then she should have. "Fixed the right couple Pala, should be fine now." She yelled to to the Twi'lekk, who was force knows where....

Morwynn sighed out loud before heading to the refresher, where she stripped off her various layers, starting with her tank top then her flight pants and under clothes, stepping into the sonic shower. After she finished her shower, that lasted a bit longer then nessicary, she saw herself in the fogged mirror, she saw the winding tattoos on her back and neck. She ran her fingers across the tattoo on her back and up to her neck. She could still feel the sting of the needle on her skin as she looked at them. She stopped her fingers and snapped back into reality, wrapping a towel around herself and another around her ultramarine locks and walked to her room. The cold floor was like ice on her feet as she walked, but she heard someone coming up the ships ramp. She hoped it was Ervisa, as she wanted to get off this rock as soon as possible. She ducked in her room and quickly put on he tanktop and deniem pants, throwing her flight jacket over her shoulders.

When she walked out she heard Ervisa scream her and Pala's names, something about a man dressed like a...Gladiator??? "What Ervisa?!" Morwynn yelled back as she walked into the cargo hold. "ALSO HE CAN'T TALK SO BRING SOME PAPER AND A PENCIL!!!!" Morwynn was even more confused now.

She walked into the hold and took a look at the new person, and strangely enough, a gladiator was the best description she could come up with too. "Hi, I'm Morwynn, you can't talk? She asked as she approched the man. "Born mute or became so?" She asked before realizing he couldn't very well answer her.

[10Tickler]

"PALA! MORWYNN! I'M BACK WITH A RANDOM DUDE DRESSED LIKE A GLADIATOR WHO WANTS TO FLY WITH US!"

Hearing her name, the Captain of the Unfortunate Tease looked up from the paperwork she'd been attending to. With the price of dock fees going up, legal work was slim, larger companies stepping in to ship freight. In the end, all that meant to Pala, however, was that she'd be able to smuggle more, undercutting the legal competition. Still, that meant doing math, which wasn't the Twi'lek's strongest suit.

"ALSO HE CAN'T TALK, BRING SOME PAPER AND A PENCIL!"

Her pilot had continued, shouting and hollering like a lylek in the grips of a Sarlacc's many-tentacled maw. It really wasn't needed, no, but Pala had learned that it was just how the odd Pilot was. Standing, she exited her cabin, moving to the open hatchway and hanging out, her Green skin shimmering ever so slightly from the pale running lights. "Can't talk?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Bet that means he can hear still..." she added with a small sigh.

One of these days, Ervisa was going to get them killed, and if anyone could do it, this man, apparently, could, what with his armor and all.

[Iota]

Xavier had not long entered the ship when the occupants had made their way to the cargo bay where Ervisa had yelled to her crew mates. He knew that his attire was probably not so intimidating whilst in his present state, but some times, the look seemed to steer people away, which worked for Xavier as he wasn't an overly people person to start with.

As the occupants came out to meet the 'incognito' Jedi Master, he took a stance that was very much refined and fave off an air of authority, whether he had any or not was irrelevant, it was just a natural pose for him.

"Hi, I'm Morwynn, you can't talk?" was abruptly followed by "Born mute or became so?" Xavier looked to Morwynn, who by all means was an attractive Zeltron, but fortunatley, for her, such things were not on Xavier's agenda. He looked towards Morwynn as she spoke and simply arched an eyebrow in a condesending manner. Still, people accidentally put their foot in it at times and with modern technology things like mutism would be cured relatively easily in some form or another, but if Xavier had this done, he wouldn't have such a connection to the force, or atleast that is what he believes.

"patience.. only have to deal with these people for ashort while.. they mean no harm" Xavier thought to himself as he closed his eyes for a moment. The temptation to just slaughter the crew or perhaps use them as puppets was very high, but as he planned before hand, everything had to look natural, there had to be no suspicious activity, so he would have to play by the rules, for the time being atleast.

xavier stood there, in silence, looking aat the crew mates waiting for a datapad or some paper and aa pencil so the conversation would be less one sided.

[10Tickler]

(Interrupting Captain!)

As the Man waited, rather impatiently, judging from his stance, Pala sighed, then descended the ramp, moving to look at the man closer, her lekku twitching a little as she observed the man keenly. Like a frigged Lylek...man looks ready to pounce... she thought to herself, warily. Then, her hands began to move, forming shapes in the air with themselves, the basic Galactic Sign Language flowing from her fingers.

I'm assuming that you speak this, and since I'm the captain, not these two, I'd be the only one you'd need to speak to right now, isn't that right? she asked him, smirking a little. Normally, people unable to Communicate with soundwaves found another way, and considering the ease of the GSL system, it was a Fair chance he'd know it.

[Iota]

(a short one, want to wrap things up here )

"I'm assuming that you speak this, and since I'm the captain, not these two, I'd be the only one you'd need to speak to right now, isn't that right?" the captaain asked in GSL, which to Xavier came s a surprise, considering there was little need for it in this technological age, but it was a relatively nice sight to see.

Xavier gave a slight nod in recognition before raising his haands to reply "indeed.. i need transport to Nar Shadaa, no questions asked.. credits is not an issue" he indicated to the captain "preferably land in the slum zones, if possible" Xavier placed his hands behind his back as he finished signing to the captain, he proceed to gaze his eyes over the interior of the ship in an atteempt to find some are to sit and perhaps meditate on.

[10Tickler]

That's outside of our usual range. I don't like going near Hutt space, 15,000 credits, Half up front she signed back, turning back towards the horridly-colored ship and sighing before speaking aloud. Ervisa, Morwynn, we're leaving in fifteen. If he's on board, he's coming and you'll need to set course for Nar shadaa, if he's not, then he's just not man enough to let a woman fly him around, and that armor's compensating for something she told her Pilot, shaking her head, causing her lekku to cascade down her back, flicking in minor annoyance.

She could feel it though, she always could. Soon enough, she'd be losing her pilot, and she wasn't sure if Morwynn would be going with Ervisa. She hoped not, it sucked when there wasn't anyone to talk to.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

"Right," Ervisa said in response to Pala's statement, heading up through the ship on her way to the cockpit. Nar Shaddaa. Now there was a place she'd never been before. And that was saying something. Yeah, it would be a nice little place to visit. Get a little drunk. Sleep around a bit. The usual.

As to the other portion of the Twi'lek woman's words, Ervisa didn't put all that much stock in them. Pala had an attitude, and that was pretty much that. She'd grown used to it, the little threats and the strong positions. It was just a part of who she was, and the Mirialan woman could deal with that.

She had no real objection to the stranger one way or the other, though she had to admit the armor was extremely odd. But still, it was a whole galaxy full of extremely unusual people, and that on the whole it wasn't as odd as it could have been.

Ervisa slid behind the pilot's console and brought the engines up to preflight status, letting the engines warm up for their departure. It wouldn't be long now at all before she lifted off and took the bulky medium freighter off to the stars.

[Iota]

"an interesting specimen.." Xavier thought to himself, but an out of contex character like xavier was in this particular occasion would probably seem 'weird' armour clad and all whilst hiding his presence in the force, for if he didn't, he wpuld most definiantly be noticed by the grey jedi and would more than likely wish to fight, though he could see that this prticular grey jedi was perhaps different from the others, although she still had a certain piece of pride about her as she openly carried a lightsaber.

The Darj Jedi Master made his way deep into the ship, not really [paying much attention to the crew, they had a job to do and he wshed not to get in their way, he had alot to contemplate, it had been awhile since his very own brand of hatred was expresed upon anything, but before all that hell-raising were to occur, he would need that one person back by his side, by her own choice or by force, the end's always justified the means to Xavier. As Xavier passed the crew, he counted the chips in a small bag attached to his belt, he then placed the credits upon a table near the crew and knocked on the table to try to gain a crew members' attention before nodding slightly and making his way to one of the backrooms.

As he made his way through the ship, he could her the tinkering of the electrics and the hum of the ship as it was starting up, he somewhat missed that feeling spending so much time on Kashyyyk, which he had groan to loath. Being from Crellia, he always did enjoy sweeping plains and sunlight, something the Wookiee planet severely lacked in the most part. still, could of been worse, not like he made himself at home in the middle of no where on somewhere like Tatooine. Xavier moved into one of the back rooms and surveyed his surroundings before kneeling on the floor and lowering his head slightly and closing his eyes, they were in for quite a long ride.