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May 31, 2020 17:27:37 GMT -5
Post by Blue on May 31, 2020 17:27:37 GMT -5
She truly has a difficult time, being around people, Willam thought to himself as he watched the redness spread along Yanna's neck and ears. It was rather endearing, in a fashion, but at the same time it was a reminder that the mechanic seemed ill-equipped to deal with a place like Nar Shaddaa on her own. It made the strip club on Prazhi look like a nobby establishment in comparison.
The captain gave a crooked smile and a mirthless chuckle as Yanna gestured with the datapad, commenting on its length.
"You would think so... But no. That's actually just the abridged version; I assumed that you would not be heading into the more obviously disreputable areas, such as heavy gang territory or the deeper levels of the Undercity. Void's teeth, even I only know a fraction of the 'bad' places on Nar Shaddaa. But if you keep that list in mind, you should be alright," Willam stated.
There was a somewhat awkward silence for a few seconds before a shift in the engine's tone reminded Yanna of something. She sent something over to the ship's logs, which automatically sent it over to his personal datapad with a 'ding'. Pulling the small, palm-sized device into his hand, Willam skimmed through it with a practised eye, nodding in approve.
"Excellent. Excellent work, Yanna," the captain complimented, stowing the datapad back into his belt with a warm smile directed at the woman. "I think it's no exaggeration to say that I don't think the old girl has ever flown as smoothly as she does now that you've worked your magic on her."
He paused for a moment as he considered something, his smile turning thoughtful.
"You know, if you ever find yourself in need of work, and don't mind moving around the galaxy a lot, I would be more than happy to take you on as the Lathspell's mechanic. I would pay you a fair rate and the bed and board comes free... though I'm sure a woman of your skills could no doubt find work at any high-end engineering establishment." Before he could continue, a gentle tone rang through the intercom system, indicating that the pilot was need for the final descent towards Nar Shaddaa. "Ah. Time for me to put us down. Just food for thought, if you're interested!" he called out to her in parting, heading towards the cockpit at a steady jog.
The arrival on Nar Shaddaa went nice and smoothly, handing over his (not completely real) ship-indent to the dock master over the comms as he brought the Lathspell down to land. Nobody should bother his ship here; anyone looking for Captain Willam Scathe would not seek out a freighter called the 'Three Fingered Handshake', after all.
With that done, Willam pulled himself back up from the pilot's seat and strode over to the boarding ramp, which he had already set to open from the cockpit. By the time he arrived it had already hit the metal flooring of the less than sanitary looking docking area they found themselves in. Odd hovered past him, heading to the nearest computer to begin searching for any ingoing-outgoing cargo that was on the docket, but the captain waited until he heard footsteps approaching before moving to leave himself.
"One last thing before you strike out into the world, Yanna," Willam said. "I've added a contact code onto that list I gave you. If for some reason the Lathspell isn't in this dock any more during the week, just use that code and you'll be able to get a line of communication open with me, or Odd. I might have to move to take on cargo from another place on the planet, but I'll still be around."
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Meira
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Jun 6, 2020 11:51:50 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jun 6, 2020 11:51:50 GMT -5
Stand up. You look like a child. Yanna's legs twitched as she considered this. But you also just sat down... jumping back up would be weird. As she struggled with this seemingly life and death issue, Captain Scathe seemed to consider something. It took several moments after he'd finished presenting the offer for Yanna to register what he was saying. He was offering her a job? Her face lifted, brows furrowed in confusion. But her timing, as always, was perfectly bad and Captain Scathe was turning away. Heeding the call of his ship, he implored her to think about it as he disappeared.
Yanna turned her confused eyes to Zozo, whose round "head" rotated as it chimed out a non-committal tone. Butt was even less help, growling and snapping at his cage bars when he saw that she'd turned to look at him. Yanna huffed in frustration, falling backwards to lay flat on the floor for a few moments. Taking deep breaths, she reminded herself that she had a plan (of sorts) and that she would find Ronen soon (hopefully). At that point, she wouldn't need employment anymore and Captain Scathe's offer would be a kind, but moot point.
The rumble of the ship increased as it moved into the moon's atmosphere. Yanna focused her mind on the thrum and vibration, picturing how the ship's systems cycled to perform the landing procedure. Her mind's eye watched the landing gear extending from the outer hull, the exhaust pumps purging, and the cooling systems clicking on the ease the engines to their rest. Her eyes were closed through all of this, and Yanna was lulled into a restful state. That was, until the sound of the ramp opening startled her back into her typical hyper-alertness.
Yanna jumped to her feet, eyes casting around for non-existent threats before she began to breathe again. Zozo chastised her but Yanna did her best to ignore the droid as she once again collected her things. Picking up Butt's cage, Yanna moved quickly down the ramp. The landing pad was not very nice, but Yanna hardly noticed such things anymore. Butt was practically feral as she transitioned from the metal of the ramp to the duracrete of the pad. She almost dropped his cage, he was thrashing about so. Setting it down, she opened the small door and the fwit was out faster than she could blink. He instantly scampered away to the dark corners, searching out the vermin that most certainly lurked there. Yanna watched the last spot where she'd seen him before he disappeared behind a crate, but knew that she wouldn't see him again for a while. He'd be about, and would keep tabs on where she was. She need not worry about him. Shaking her head, Yanna collapsed the cage, making it easier to move and strapped it quickly to Zozo. The poor droid wasn't made for lugging her tools and the cage, but there was little option. Yanna glanced around. There was nothing left to do but to go. She took an uneasy breath, and was about to move toward the dock entrance when Captain Scathe's voice startled her.
Yanna's entire body flinched, not realizing that the man was right behind her. She whirled around, once again several seconds behind in processing what he was saying. The proper thing to do would be to extend her hand, shake his, and thank him again for all the help he'd provided. Instead, she nodded her head quickly, squeaked out something that might have resembled "uh-huh", and then turned and all but sprinted away. Zozo, left behind by its master's panic, rotated toward the ship captain. It released a series of apologetic, and then thankful tones, then dutifully followed after Yanna.
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Jun 12, 2020 11:56:58 GMT -5
Post by Blue on Jun 12, 2020 11:56:58 GMT -5
Willam watched in utter bewilderment as Yanna fled for the hills, looking down at her astromech droid as it beeped apologetically.
"No need to worry, I didn't take it personally. Keep your eye out for her," the captain whistled back at Zozo, giving the droid a scoundrel's salute as it zoomed off after the mechanic. He could not help but wonder how the woman would fare on the Smuggler's Moon, even with all his warnings and lists. I can't give her high odds... but maybe she'll surprise me.
Odd hovered back over to the captain, it's large, singular eye focused on the exit that Yanna and her entourage had escaped through.
"Was it something I said?" the plate-sized droid whooped. It never failed to impress Willam just how much sarcasm the little bucket of bolts could inject into those whistles and beeps.
"Yes, it was probably all your fault, Odd. But that's a just safe bet nine times out of ten," Willam snarked. Odd burbled something immensely rude in response and floated back into the ship.
"Well. Time for a stiff drink, I'd say," the captain said to himself, brushing some floating debris from his coat and stepping out into yet another hive of scum and villainy.
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