Away from Sand [Neology, Fromikeable, Rugs]

[Cassy]

The planet of Tatooine. Her homeworld, where she was born. It dropped into orbit as the stars stretched out of a beautiful blue tunnel of light. Twin stars, one hitting her ships windshield like a fan of light briefly. Comms would click as other ships dropped out of hyperspace.

"We're going to target all the major cities at first, seems that's the best strategy. Then sweeping the planet would be ok." a voice came through from over the comms of her ship, all was peaceful in orbit around the planet for now. So far out in the galaxy, it was rare that anyone ever found this planet. She looked at it's amber glow longlingly, the beginning of her childhood taken from her by the Jedi order. Looking out, she was wary of the threat to this entire planet, as of right now. Her mother, and two brothers, twins in fact being the only blood relatives besides her Uncle in clan Ordo that she had left.

"Good money, sounds like a good plan, careful attracting too much attention in the major ports like Mos Eisely as you approach and descend, and be wary of sand people with blasters all over the place...or people in catinas...and sand worms...just be wary on the whole damn planet." she would say as she released a finger from a button on the bridge of her ship, the Century Eagle.

With a 'copy' from over the intercomms, several ships would descend into orbit on Tatooine, fanning out slowly as the desert mists broke into view from their crafts upon descent. The Exchange was helping out the Cartel, or maybe helping out Cassy personally, or maybe furthering their own interests. Who knew. But they for a hefty sum were helping the bounty hunter evacuate her home planet. Ex-Jedi or no. She also had a couple other contacts helping her. Two fellow bounty hunters, however neither had grown up in the Jedi order as she had as far as she could tell. Genthus was an extraordinary man, as was Tsu. Something about the latter, though, she felt the force from him, but hadn't been in the same room as him yet; but even through voice one could feel the Force.

The crowds of Tatooine in various canyons and spaceports were damn near rioting with news of the Acheri spreading, and Exchange ships descending upon their planet. People were rife with questions, anger at the Hutt Cartels for not protectig them, and questions.

As her ship from outside did a spin, and then a dead plant in Mos Eisley spaceport in an outdoor bay; three Exchange ships flanked her and landed in similar fashion upon the sands. Stepping down as her HK-51 series droid flanked her, metal thuds clanking against the ship ramp still descending from opening doors, she lowered her goggles onto her face, only her lips and skin color distinguishing her as human from underneath her black robs. Opening comms to her client, someone who she absolutely knew had the Force, and was strong in it just like she was. However, she never really pressed the issue as it was a sort of understanding between the two. Knowing someone's past heightened the stakes after all. But she felt Miss Faine was actually an interesting person, one she could perhaps learn a thing or two from.

"Miss Fane, this is Novos, we didn't encounter any trouble on entry...no Exchange ships lost. We'll broadcast the planetary wide signal via hyperlight once're we're set up in Mos Eisley. May be a few hours here ma'm." she would hold up the holocaster in her hand, waiting for the blue visage or outline of miss Faine to appear.

She looked up and around for Genthus' ship or method of arrival, wondering if he would be walking up from any direction soon. The yelling, and voices, the crowds outside in Mos Eisley near the spaceport were worse than she'd thought they'd be. A powerful telepath as she was in the Force, she chose to keep those powers turned off and dormant for now for fear of being flooded with too many emotions or thoughts from the panicking crowds. And this was just one spaceport, one area of the planet.

"It appears the situation is worse than we feared.....master." her HK droid would quip, silver durasteel and gold trimming as paint on him glinting as his voice clicked.

"All we can do is pray these people calm down while we set up the hyperlight comms....otherwise we'll have a riot on our hands...all these Exchange ships docking...." she replied to him as she shook her head her eyes somewhat worried underneath her goggles.

Once they made the announcement that the ships were for evacuation, things would calm down hopefully. She still held the holocomm in her hand waiting for an image of miss Faine to pop up, she eyed the crowds warily as she reminded herself that her lightsaber was still clipped to her left leg if this broke out into an all out riot. How long had people been panicking here on this planet....she needed to get to her family.

Looking out against a crowd she didn't see or sense any of them through the force..not at Mos Eisley. Their family farm was many many miles out from this location. Calming herself and thinking as Exchange personnel surrounded her, she put a hand on her chin and looked around as the members of the Exchange began setting up a hyperlight beacon near her ship.

Although the throngs of people below her couldn't reach her and her ship in the spaceports, the hutt cartels staff, various different species were keeping people at bay as best they could from the ships.

[Fromikeable]

"I still don't understand. Dragonbanes is a fine name." Walking down off the ramp of one of the landing Exchange ships, Genthus slipped his helmet before his head shook, his shoulders rolling. Hefting up the large machine gun he'd elected for this trip, he held the butt of its stock in one arm, leaning the top half against the front of his shoulder. The grey gunmetal provided weak contrast to the black paint of his armor, interrupting the yellow lightning patterns and bolts. It mattered little, the planet greeting them with a windful of sand that plinked against the durasteel and beskar alike.

"It has all the essential components. A mighty beast. A description of our courage to face it. An promise that we'd do it again. What more does a team name need?" Turning to look at Tsubasa just to his side, Genthus shrugged, his confusion genuine. Even as the Exchange personnel followed them off the ship with communication equipment, the locals present in the spaceport looked on suspiciously. They were more than just interlopers; they must have looked like an armed invasion. The Exchange didn't sport any logo or crest on their ships, such as the Hutt fleets did, but their origin was hardly a mystery with the Black Suns supposedly self-expelled from the galactic east.

They were a foreign power that had landed without notice. Perhaps the huge paycheck this "Cassandra" had half-paid them wasn't quite the overcompensation it had seemed.

In any event, the job still seemed like easy money. Tatooine was a long way from Prazhi, true, but with so much money dangled in his face for so little work, Genthus didn't mind the ride at all. Hop on an Exchange ship. Ride to Tatooine. Stand around looking imposing while others evacuated the planet. At worst, shoot a few fringers if they shot first. Leave and return home.

His main complaint was that it was bound to be boring, with so little to actually do. Thus him grabbing Tsubasa by the arm and dragging him along.

Spotting their employer, Genthus made his way over to her, peering at the small holocomm in her hand, a blue image there flickering to life. Stopping a few steps away, his curiosity only mustered a few seconds of attention from him, quickly losing interest. Turning back to Tsubasa, he looked expectantly for an answer to his question.

[Rugs]

“I mean...” Tsubasa squinted against the harsh midday light as he followed the towering Mandalorian out of the ship. “It’s not the worst name, I guess. But I’ve never even slayed a dragon.”

A hot wind blew across the sand-blasted earth, tousling Tsuba’s green and white robes. Not even the buildings that sprawled around the spaceport, like earthen huts out of dusty ground offered much protection from the heat. The walls surrounding the landing pad were next to useless with the twin suns near their midday zenith.

“I take offense to the name, personally,” Ifrit said. The droid, crouched on Tsubasa’s left shoulder with his tail currled around to the Matukai’s right, wasn’t an actual dragon. But his draconic shape and drake-like wings left little to the imagination as far as his inspiration.

Nor did the extremely flamable gel he deployed all-too-readily. Tsubasa had warned Ifrit that it was strictly off-limit for this job unless directly ordered. Force help them both if Genthus found out about his little living flamethrower.

“And think of the... marketability of it all,” Tsubasa added as Genthus headed to their employer. He knew little of this Cassandra woman, other than that she was apparently offering enough money for the job that Genthus took it — and dragged him off to the ass end of the Galaxy. “Don’t you think ‘The Might Dragonbanes, Slayers of Ancient Tyrants’ is a bit long?”

Tsubasa offered a nod of greeting to their employer as he stood by her. He glanced around. The spaceport was abuzz with activity as Exchange ships made way to take on those who would fleet the planet.

He knew about as much about these Archeri rampaging through Hutt Space as anyone else might--which was to say, not much. Prazhi, blessedly, was a long ways away from the crisis.

For now.

Then again, so is Tattooine, he thought silently, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as he folded his arms. He wondered at the wisdom of taking evacuees from this far-flung world to the Y’toub system, but he wasn’t paid to make up question the job. Just to help keep the peace.

He figured that shouldn’t be too hard.

“Did you bring the deck?” he whispered to Genthus. It’d been a while since he played Pazaak, but if the job went well, he’d probably have time to brush up on his skills.

[Neology]

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”With all due respect, Compeer, tell me again why we doin’ this bleeding heart shit.” Captain-Owner James Faraday was an active and sinewy forty-eight, going to steely gray at the temples. Now semi-retired from fieldwork, his frigate the Snakebite typically patrolled the hyperlanes between Kessel and Nar Shaddaa, keeping pirates and other opportunists from interfering with the fat freighters loaded down with glitterstim. Of course, the glitterstim mines had gone silent and dead now that the Archeri held Kessel. He frowned and slouched aggressively in his station chair at the thought. Lidah Faine’s sparkling hologram regarded him with a patient stare. Now his ship sat alert in orbit over Tatooine, shepherding three heavy freighters and the small fleet of shuttles that serviced them. ”We must all do our part to keep the lights on, James.” Lidah replied slowly, a reluctant smile creeping into her voice. ”If all goes well, you wont have to fire a shot. That’s good, easy work. And if it doesn’t, well … We take who we can and run for it. This isn’t worth losing people or equipment, understand?” Faraday grunted, but signaled agreement with an acknowledging wave of his hand. This sort of job usually wasn’t worth taking, in his long experience. Sentimentality and deep pockets were strangers to one another. ”Yes ma’am.” The Compeer nodded once and cut the feed. Lidah immediately broadcast her digital image elsewhere, answering a page from the client. The bright desert sun washed out all details, rendering her projection little more than a bright, vaguely woman-shaped haze. Novos. She couldn’t hear that without feeling someone was treading upon her grave, so similar was it to Darth Novus. A ghost trotted out for special occasions, though she doubted Empress Renata had done her the honor of a dedicated resting place. ”Good. Let’s hope it stays that way.” Millions of credits in equipment, eight hundred souls all told … This was no small commitment from the Exchange. Only a dearth of other paying work had made her consider this job – though the Hutts owing her a favor wouldn’t be bad, all told. ”The first shuttles should be ready to load by the time you convince the locals.”

[Cassy]

As a mandolorian man approached her from behind, she flicked her eyes away from the holocomm just as someone answered her call. There she was, miss Faine herself.

”Good. Let’s hope it stays that way.” her voice was confident yet calm, definitely recognizable. Although she sensed some kind of flicker through the comm itself, some kind of tinge of the force. Unbeknownst to Cassy, her surname was closely tied to something within miss Faine's past. A coincidental connection, since she was born with this name; but it was an interesting tie in nonetheless should that information ever come to cross between them. As of now, Cassy had no idea that Faine was truly force sensitive, she had a small feeling she was; but then again the Force did play tricks. She'd never been close enough to her to tell.

Soon enough, Tsu would join them as well. She overheard a small talk between he and Genthus, something about a name. But as miss Faine informed her that by the time she calmed the locals down; ships would be ready to depart. With a nod; she'd say. "Yes, miss Faine." grinning a little with a thankful look if she could make it out through the holocall's static at this distance and hanging up.

The noise of the crowd outside of the doors was growing as Cassandra turned to Genthus and Tsu. As she did, Lucky would step up next to her with thuds of his feet; as the HK droid stood next to her his silvery platting and gold trimmings glistening a little in the suns; about the same height as Genthus as they all were in a small sort of semi-circle. Her eyes would drift to a lizard-like droid, dragon esque on Tsu's shoulders. A twinkle in her eye, as she could be a literal mechanic if she ever persued that career; she thought about what made him tick and thought about some fancy upgrades briefly. Nodding to the little droid with a small smile; before even talking to the group. Genthus and Tsu were both ruggedly handsome in their own way, she noticed that too and thought about using them both as bait for woman clients. Wrong, but hey, a girl could plot couldn't she?

"Well, we're going to have to go out there and try to calm em down. There's no telling when the Acheri will reach this world....but they seem to be targeting Hutt Space for some reason...my family is here, so I'm truly indebted to you both....as an ex-member of the Order I haven't been able to do much for my family so...this means a lot to me." she hesitated before saying the last part; not one to open up quickly as the young woman pursed her lips slightly after showing any form of weakness. "The plan is to try to calm this crowd...then while they board...us three will travel right through Sand People territory..to my family farm, to grab my folks and high tail it back across....if it gets sticky, I'm counting on you guys...we'll each take a Speeder that's on this ship." she pointed behind her as speeders were actually being unloaded by exchange staff.

With a nod, she'd turn in a swoop of her scarf which she lowered, showering her features and long braid behind her. She could feel the force nearby, like two rivers meeting; her affinity, and Tsu's. He was strong in the ways of the force. How strong she wondered...as strong as her? Stronger? Weaker? What did he believe about it....who knew.

"If we make it out of this...I'd like to try my hand against you boys in Pazack...I know....I'm a girl...but if I whip yall's butts I get bragging rights...and I get to name whatever it is you guys were naming back there..." she smirked and nodded one last time at em before they rounded outside further into a huge crowd of screaming people. Eyes scanning the crowds; she would grab a sound amplifying pin and tack it onto her shirt before nodding to an Exchange employee who'd given it to her as he stepped back.

"Silence!!!" she said after tapping it twice to be sure it was hooked in. With a nod, her face would broadcast at different spaceports around the planet. Channeling the Force briefly into herself, she let it flow through her words as she spoke. "I'm Cassandra Novos, an employee of the Hutt Cartels...and someone who was born on this planet. If you haven't heard...a new species called the Acheri are destroying and conquering planets within Hutt Space...although Tatooine is far from the area of Hutt Space under attack, I can't help but feel that you're all in danger here. That's why you see these ships here, they're to escort you too Nar Shadaa, or Nal Hutta. Your choice. But I will be giving the opportunity to everyone...that is all." with that, she would unpin the audio enhancer as she would give it back to the Exchange employee as the crowds had silenced a bit and her face had disappeared from the spaceports and screens within bars and cantinas across the planet.

Soon enough however, someone would yell out some profane language, but in fear; as a crew of Raiders, sand people would descend down upon Mos Eisley; armed to the teeth. It looked like they were coming for a fight. Maybe for these ships; as they loved to rip down parts of just about anything and use them...half of Cassandra's knowledge of bolts, wires, and spare parts came from her tinkering with downed junk that they'd left over on the sands of this very planet and brought home by her brothers.

The sand people stood juxtaposed to the crowd, stopping forty feet from them. Through the Force, Cassandra could sense they were anxious. But they just stood there for now, not opening fire. Tusken Raiders were a difficult culture too undertand, but mostly known for having their fingers on the trigger.

"I don't know if this is good or bad...." she said to her four comrades counting Lucky and the mini Dragon droid on Tsu's shoulder. "But I want to make for my family farm as soon as possible....we don't have time for this." she said as her braid blew in a brief mix of wind and sand that passed over them briefly. People in Mos Eisley were looking out on the streets now at the arrival of the Tusken Raiders, some arming themselves. Their speeders were then rolled up to them, floating in place as exchange members would look warily at the crowd of Tusken's up ahead while leaving the three speeders floating in front of them. She wasn't sure if she should leave town just yet before dealing with them, but time was of the essence.

[Fromikeable]

“Did you bring the deck?”

Genthus responded by reaching into a pocket on his belt, producing a large stack of Pazaak cards and smiling wide under his helmet. As their employer's call ended, however, he quickly slipped it back.

Cassy's instructions were shockingly heartfelt, Genthus's arms folding as she spoke. She was "truly indebted" to them? He thought that was already established; she was paying them for their work. Nodding politely when she was done, the Mandalorian elected to mention nothing of it, only shooting Tsubasa a look as they all walked toward the spaceport's exterior. He hadn't pegged their employer for the day as being so sentimental. Then again, her family was in danger. Or, rather, would be in danger. Or... rather, might be in danger depending on the invasion and...

Bah, forget it.

Soon enough, they were standing before a crowd of very unhappy looking locals, many in slave collars, a few in corporate attire, and the rest very clearly scraping by. Even as Cassy demanded silence, their cries ranged from "We'll not be conquered by the Exchange!" to more frantic bouts of "The Archeri is a weak excuse!" and "Don't touch my slaves!". Their yells quieted as she continued to talk, but to say their fears had been alleviated was a lie. More than anything, their yells reduced to a simple din.

It only took a moment for the lot of them to look to the horizon, shout collectively, and scatter. Down the middle of the small town's main avenue came a crew of Tusken raiders, guns at the ready, pack beasts in tow. The Exchange personnel scattered to respond, speeders moving, but Genthus could only muster a groan.

"Hail!" Raising a hand and pointing at the leading raider, Genthus hollered loud enough for them to hear. "What do you seek?" All he received in response was a few calls and a general rattling of guns, the raiders very clearly responding to the yelling more than the words. As it occurred to him that they didn't understand Basic, Genthus turned to assembled spaceport company and yelled louder.

"Does anyone speak Tusken?"

"I know a few words." A particularly scarred Duro man, rifle in hand, cigarette in mouth, stepped forward.

"Well then, let's hear it. They've not shot us yet, so it must be something."

The Duro man raised his hands to his mouth, uttering a few grunts and growls that Genthus could scarcely put a pattern to. He seemed to garner much better results as one of the raiders pointed up at their pack beast, atop which was perched a particularly huddled, particularly weathered raider and shouted back clearly. That was, as clearly as Tusken could be when shouted over a few meters' distance.

The Duro squinted, scratching his head before relaying the news. "I didn't get all of that, but I'm pretty sure their elder has some sort of problem with the ships. Must've seen them land."

"What sort of problem?" The Duro translated the question over. The answer he received this time was very animated, the yelling raider motioning at the sky with his arms. He didn't stop until his arms came crashing down into the sand, his cries particularly passionate. Worried, even.

"Something about one of their kids and a 'singing scarf'. They think some of them are here."

"For the sake of-" Covering his visor with a hand, Genthus turned back at the locals already cleared to board the ships, many of them slaveowners with their "property" in tow. It was easy to distinguish which was which by whether or not they wore tight metal collars that let out the occasional beep.

"Which of you snakes raided their cribs for slaves?!"

[Rugs]

Tsubasa clicked his tongue and gave Genthus a surreptitious thumbs up when the Mandalorian flashed the pazaak deck. Of course, they’d have to make sure everything was in hand before they started playing. Strange job or not, they both had their reputations to tend to. A mercenary who picked up a “lazy” reputation tended to have a hard time finding work.

Lidah Faine’s holopresence flickered in the air above Cassy’s palm--or at least Tsubasa assumed it was her. He’d never met the woman and the twin suns’ midday glare played hell on any detail he might have gleaned from what was a bad viewing angle anyway.

The projection flickered dead after a short conversation and next Tsu knew, he and Genthus were following Cassandra outside the spaceport. A few hundred people waited beyond, obviously interested in whatever was going on. Otherwise walked by, some slowing to talk and continuing on. Others joined at the back of the crowd, muttering in low tones hidden by the constant murmur from the throng of people.

Tsu wasn’t deaf to the cries denouncing Cassy’s efforts as insufficient, or worse, malign, but he stood with a carefully-practiced neutral expression, arms folded. His job was to help keep things in order, not convince the people — especially when he still harbored his own doubts about the job.

No sooner had Cassy finished broadcasting her message than a band of Tusken Raiders arrived, right down the main drag through the middle of town. Tsubasa regarded them with some wariness, but Genthus saw to the situation quickly enough.

Some commotion behind him briefly turned his attention--two Exchange workers were hauling out a man-sized bipedal droid that seemed, for the moment, to be inactivated. Its face was blank. Tsubasa wondered if something was supposed to project to it.

Shrugging, he turned to the crowd, eyes scanning for any sign of this child the translator mentioned. At the same time, he swept over the masses with his senses, searching for any sign of something wrong.

“There,” he said, pointing to a man who was trying to slink away through a crowded side-exit. Two short beings, chained together with slave collars about their necks, stumbled disorientedly after him.

“Stop!” Tsubasa yelled, using the Force to amplify his voice. The man hunched, frozen as every eye turned toward him. Tsubasa scowled. Slavers. Disgusting.

“Release those children,” he said. “They are not yours to take.”

“They sure as hell ain’t yours to tell me what to do with!” the man yelled back. His had a pocked, red face with a bulbous nose that looked like it’d been broken more than once.

Tsubasa frowned further. He stepped forward, walking toward the man. The crowd parted slightly, to let him through. “You would bring violence on all those gathered here for your thievery. Do you think they will let you go?” He pointed to the Raiders, some of whom were drawing weapons.

“For your sake. For everyone’s sake. Let the children go.”

[Neology]

”Yes, Miss Faine.” Lidah nodded once and cut that broadcast as well. For a moment, she faced only the communications suite aboard the Soothsayer, idling in orbit around the Smuggler’s Moon. Watching instead of doing had always been a necessity of command. She still hated it, though. The projection droid was an elegant fix, at least for Compeers of the past – who had not felt more than half blind without the Force. Alas, the most sophisticated technology could only convey sight and sound and clumsy, one way touch. The Snakebites’ droid was an older model, as she recalled. It came to life for the Blue Squad technician. The young woman’s freckled face, frozen in concentration, filled Lidah’s vidscreen for a moment. Then, grinning, she pulled back and Tatooine flooded the cabin with blue and orange light. There, the holo projector activated. Lidah’s avatar was true to life this time; a tired woman in a slightly rumpled green blouse and black slacks, seated in a large floatchair. In a few moments absence, the Mos Eisley situation had already begun to change. ”Delay the next set of shuttles until this clears up.” She ordered Captain Faraday, steering the droid for a better look around. Four Blue Squad troopers escorted her, rifles in hand, imposing but slightly mismatched in kit. Common with mercenaries. Some few were ready to leave, despite all the commotion. A Czerka executive, trim but sweating in black and gold, waited impatiently with a string of house slaves and some two dozen sealed crates. ”We wont take cargo or collars, ma’am.” Lidah drawled. Personal feelings about the practice aside, she was not about to take a bunch of walking bombs onto her ships. The risk posed by sabotage or plain stupid negligence was too high, not worth it for the meager profit margins on this job.

[Cassy]

It seemed Genthus was able to calm the Tusken Raiders. For now. Sighing in brief relief, Cassandra's attention was drawn to an exchange technician who was tinkering with some droid that had been dropped off right in front of them all. Crouching behind her briefly as she tinkered, Cassandra looked at her with a bounce of her eyebrows, and it seemed the technician noticed she was looking at all the right parts in all the right places. She could've been one herself. Only now crouching with the girl over the bi-pedal droid did she even consider that a possibility for later on down the line; to disappear into the masses and become a mechanic on some far flung world. However she knew her own ambitious nature would never allow her to settle like that.

Standing back as the girl finished her work with a smile; the droid buzzed to life and stood up. Projecting the image of a woman in a hoverchair; a little older than Cassandra, maybe in her 30's in wind swept robes similar to her own.

Her attention however, was drawn over to Tsu who was confronting a human man with two small figures with him. Obviously the Tusken's children. As a craft would pull off into orbit, Lidah through her droid would tell them to belay the next set of evacuations until the situation here calmed down. Stepping up next to Tsu, Cassy lowered her hood and then her goggles onto her neck to look the man in the eye.

"Who is this, your woman? Keep her in her place." the guy said, not backing down. "And yes, I do. They won't open fire on this crowd." he seemed to be calming down in his own arrogance. As their weapons began to be raised even more so now. Cassandra stepped up to the man.

"Yes in fact, they will. We only have a few seconds before they do." she would through the Force, feel their anger, their emotions spiking. However, before she could do anything else; one of the kids literally bit the guy on the wrist causing him to drop his grip on the chains of the kids both. When they hit the ground; the kids scrambled away as the human quickly reached in his waist for something. A detonator came into Cassy's view and as he raised it pointing at the kids who were running toward the Tusken's she had to act quick.

With two fingers raised, she pointed them at the man as the force seemed to swallow him up and paralyze his entire body. His hand frozen, causing the detonator to slip out and tumble right into Cassy's outstretched other hand. The one not keeping him frozen in the force. Twitching in place, unable to move as he stood; the crowd gasped at this and stepped back. Holding out the detonator toward the technician from before, the girl ran up to Cassy's side. "Disarm this thing." she handed it to her, as the kids in the arms of their parents looked back at Cassandra holding the guy hostage.

Several grunts echoed from them in her direction, they seemed to be urging her to snap his neck or worse with the force. Looking back to the guy, she considered it for a moment briefly. Releasing him, she would lower her hand as a hum in the air signaled his freedom as he stumbled back onto the ground. Screaming out that she was a monster, causing her to laugh at the richness of this coming from him. Shooting eye contact toward Lidah's droid who was telling another woman, a Czerka executive at that to release her slaves as well.

After seeing that display, the woman deactivated the colors at large and raised her hands at Cassy before lowering them. Shaking her head, she turned to Lucky who hadn't taken his eyes off of the Czerka employee. As an HK-51 model, he was always curious as to his original creators doings throughout the galaxy. Although he couldn't show emotion on his face, she was sure he was as upset as a droid could be at these developments.

'Allow me to blow her head off please, it would bring me satisfaction.' Lucky quipped at Cassandra, his protocols due to her programming needed her approval to take life if she herself wasn't in danger. With a shake of her head, she told him it wasn't worth it. He tried convincing her again, and although part of her wanted to unleash him; a larger part knew it was wrong. Turning to Genthus and Tsu, she would nod before turning back to the crowd at hand.

"There will be no slaves evacuated while chained. If you want to evacuate, you'll have to release your slaves from your service. Otherwise, you can stay here and wait for the Acheri to come. The exchange personnel here will see to it that no slaves make it on board. So don't even try it." she waited for a moment as she approached the speeder waiting for her floating there. "If anyone does manage to do that...and I find out, I won't be lenient when I return here with my own family." looking toward the Tusken's she would nod to them as she re-wrapped her scarf around her hair and head, and lowered her weather-tech goggles onto her face. Only the pink of her lips showing truly now. "Protect your children."

Soon when they all had boarded their speeders, a Tusken would approach them and with several grunts, caused Cassy to raise her eyebrows briefly. When he extended his hand, she took it as an opportunity to read him through the force to see what he'd been trying to tell her. When she grabbed his wrist in a handshake; she was flooded with emotions, but the recent ones at the surface seemed to be thankful, and attempting to tell her something about danger the way she was headed from his own people. Releasing the grasp, she would nod to him. Pulling her speeder up at a hum to Tsu, and Genthus, as she began to inform them of what she'd just felt from the Tusken as their entire clan seemed to be leaving Mos-Eisley now on foot and beast back both.

As she sat there explaining it to them, an Exchange worker walked by with his co-worker and took a hard gander at Cassandra's ass in the position she was sitting on her speeder. The worn leather hugging her rather plump backside nicely from this position as he nudged his co-worker, who let out a "damn!" loudly as they passed her group. Frowning a bit, she would flick a finger at them as the force rippled out and tripped them both from under their feet. One stumbled, but one fell completely. Grinning now, she would wait for her group to board their speeders before saying. "Evacuate these folks the right way and you can stare at my ass all the way through hyperspace on the way to Nar Shadaa for all I care." as they got up, they cursed her a little but they laughed a bit in innocence.

When everyone was ready, she would throttle her speeder; as it roared to life. The speeders would rocket out into the sands of the planet full speed, with both suns now overhead and one even dropping a little in the afternoon as her brown scarf blew in the wind behind her as they moved onward into the seemingly endless sands headed right for her family farm which was about an hour away at these speeds.

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Seeing the slave collars fall away from necks large and small was a relief. Genthus had been willing to put up with the slavery through the trip, especially given their pay, but he hadn't liked it. The faces of the children as they were freed said everything that needed to be said of the institution. Some were giddy with power, some with freedom. A fair few looked like terrified prey, unsure of the bold new world they had been thrust into. A child or two went so far as to swoop down and pick up their collars, clutching them close. They were probably the only possession they had ever owned.

As the cradle-robbing slaver fled and the sand people reunited, Genthus hummed. He would find cause to crack a few slaving skulls, surely, but not today.

The operation sprung back into action as the scene abated. Whilst the Exchange handled the issue of the liberated sentients, a convoy of speeders pulled around from the other side of the spaceport. As they came to a hovering halt before them, Genthus simply adjusted his machine gun on his shoulder, walking up the largest speeder in the convoy. It was a sizable transport, equipped more like a luxury bus than something from the military. Peering inside, Genthus had to guess it would fit about thirty people, and do so comfortably given the small tables and tiny vidscreens.

For a moment, Genthus wondered if it was some sort of converted train car. When it occurred to him how little he cared, he simply waved an arm. "Come Tsubasa! And you-" A gauntlet-clad hand leveled a finger at the holographic woman as well. "-feel free to help us with, uh..." The hand rolled before waving the rest of the sentence off. Genthus had little excuse by this point.

But three people playing cards sounded more fun than two.

As the three of them took their seats (or in the holographic woman's place, her droid took one side of the table), the convoy shoved off and followed Cassy. Genthus paid the passing desert little mind as the Pazaak deck popped free of his belt, distributing across the table as he tossed a few credits into the middle to form a small pot, just for fun.

When Tsubasa won the first hand, fortune's favored player became clear.