Smooth Sailing [Kellai/Lionheart/Grim/Darksword]

[Darksword]

OOC: Bump?

[Kayan]

Kayan had ventured back outside into the heat of the Tatooinian day time, but took note of the dual suns making their slow decent toward the horizon. Sweat beaded on his brow and with a light sigh, he started walking toward the Spaceport.

Something about the cantina had felt unnerving, as a tension had been palpable in the air. Something about the droid set him on edge and it almost bothered him more that he couldn't figure it out. Not that Kayan had much experience with droids, but even having not had one around, he was reasonably certain they should not have behaved as that one did and certainly should not have managed to sneak into a no-droid area. He shook his head and kept walking, taking breath of the arid desert air as winds kicked up slightly.

He neared the correct dock and approached slowly, making sure that no inspection crews were waiting for him. Not that he necessarily had anything illegal on-board, though it was the principal of the matter... and the delay. A 'routine' check could last anywhere between several hours, to several days with the pilot locked in a holding cell. Tatooine was known for many things, but clean holding cells were not one of them. The Hutts seemed to loathe the concept almost as much as they loved money and power.

The 'Dawn came into sight and Kayan grinned lightly as he took a step closer, but was nearly knocked back as a blur suddenly rushed in between him and his ship. Recognizing the woman instantly, he smiled... once the initial shock wore off. She held credits in her hand and nearly pushed them into his own and Kayan could do little more than smile, nod to her and then motion toward his ship. With the press of a switch on a remote he carried, the boarding ramp lowered from underneath the hub of the ship's odd design.

[Lionheart]

OOC: Seeing as everyone left the cantina before anything happened, pretty much leaving Nadroj and Garnet in the dust...I'm taking Nadroj out of this topic.

[Kella]

ooc// Oh, okay... Sorry, Lionheart. But maybe Nadroj could come to the hangar once he decides he wants to get off the planet. No better place to lurk and find passage, right? Same with Garnet. Or maybe one of them thought Glem or Kayan stole something, or maybe they were asking around for a pilot and someone directed them to Kayan as he walked out the door... or something like that. X) You don't have to give up yet, if you don't want to... //

Glem pressed a hand onto the ship below her and swung over the edge, dropping to the ground and landing in a crouch. The shock buzzed up her legs and into her spine, but she knew the momentary discomfort would wear off. Such one learned when one had way too much fun jumping off of things. It was one of the painfully few things Glem considered 'fun'.

Glem's attention was turned to the boarding ramp when she heard a distressed cry above her. Glem looked up to see Greek shifting from one foot to the other, his expression nervous. Glem sighed with an odd mixture of exasperation and patience.

"Since when were you afraid of heights?" The Gizka cooed nervously. Glem did her best to make her tone soothing. "It's not that far..." It had no effect. Glem sighed again. "You got yourself up there, you can get yourself down." Glem started to turn away, but Greek's pitiful cry brought her eyes back up again. "Fine, I'll catch you." Greek began to relax. "Come!" Greek never disobeyed a direct order. And so, he jumped, bulging eyes shut tightly, course in Glem's general direction...

Glem side-stepped silently, and Greek hit the ground, rolling. It took him a moment, but he was back up on his feet, eyes still scrunched tight. Slowly, he cracked one, and then the other, looking around bewildered, and then at the ground beneath his feet. Finally, he looked up to Glem and cooed, puzzled.

"I told you you could get yourself down."

Greek 'hmph'ed. However, when one is a Gizka, one has a short attention span, and he soon noticed the fact that he had yet to greet Kayan. Greek bounded up to him and nuzzled against his calf, then looked up at Kayan, cooing happily.

Glem huffed with amusement. "I think he likes you." She then turned her own attention to Kayan. "Anything I can do to help speed up the departure process?" Glem really was desperate to get off Tattooine. Her skin was starting to itch now, as if spiders were crawling up her arms. It added to her perpetual grimace. She was no mechanic, but she could take direction well, and she had a mind for detail. Sort of.

[Kayan]

He had seen the little... thing and was pretty sure as to what it was, but the need for credits in his pocket overturned the uneasiness that he would otherwise feel. Between the critter and the Gungan who took to it as a keeper, Kayan was starting to feel that this would be a very interesting trip.

He ignored the Gizka at his feet as Glem had so pointed out and as she even started to hop around on legs that seemed unimaginably strong, he shook his head with a light grin. "As long as it doesn't get into the power cables, I promise I won't blast the thing into space." He hoped the humor did get through, though at the same time, he hoped that Glem could also sense the seriousness in his tone. As the little creature's keeper, she'd know that Gizka were voracious and liked to chew on power conduits. They were a ship's nightmare.

Glem continued her play with the animal and called down to Kayan as he moved toward the gangplank. With a slight wave, he shrugged and hollered back to her as he disappeared up and inside the 'Dawn. "Nah. She's about ready to fly... for now anyways. There's a cabin I can show you to if you want... it's cozy, but at least it's somewhere to lay down if you need." His words would undoubtedly trail off as he entered the ship's hub, making his way through the access corridor to the ship's bridge. Three seats occupied the narrow space and Kayan threw himself into the pilot's chair and ran his hands over the controls to bring it to life.

Like a sleeping giant, the ship eased to wake and the engines whined lightly. External cooling vents shunted air toward the dusty ground and in plumes of beige haze, they briefly obscured the 'Dawn's viewport. Kayan flipped several of the switches on the overhead and suddenly the ship started to wind down. Kayan paused and looked over to the right side at the panel that gave him so much trouble over the last while. He muttered a curse in Huttese and with a swift kick, coaxed the motivator to turn over and the ship continued its power up.

The pilot silently thanked the powers that be that the motivator stabilized the ship only during specific start up or landing procedures and that as of yet - hadn't caused any more grief than now. Of the parts on his ship, it was a more inexpensive component, though finding the credits to have it replaced had been difficult, what with the Sith occupation.

Kayan sat up from the pilot's chair and made his way back to the hub, taking a moment to verify the emptiness of his cargohold. Aside from a couple of magsealed freight containers, it was as empty as he remembered. His step was more of a bounce at this point and he started to whistle a tune that for the life of him - he could never identify where he had heard it. His light-hearted inspection brought him back around to the boarding ramp where he skipped to the bottom and leaned against the support strut. "We can take off when you're ready Springs.

[Grawn]

The droid had left the man rather quickly, seeing that the gungan and the man had left. Garnet was sure beyond anything that the man possessed a ship that could get him off planet, free of this dust "rock". He didnt have time for conflict and this was his only chance.

However as he thought about it, he realized actually coming up to the man to be denied would be unfortunate. The droid decided the best course of action would be to get on the ship without anyones notice. This would be a problem for most droids...but then again, he wasnt a droid.

And he had the Force.

Using his senses, the Shard tracked the two through a small trail they left, a imprint of their passing in the Force. After a bit of following, almost bumping into a bystander in his concentrations he found himself at the local starport. From what he knew, this was where sentinents stored their ships, so it only made sense the man and the gungan would be here.

Garnet entered the building and continued to follow the trail of the man, the gungan's was rather sporadic and random, seeming to go off in places but the man's was clear cut and straightforward so he chose to follow this one as he followed the fine trail of faint blue light that manifested itself as the trail.

The trail went to a large hangar and from their, he saw that it entered a ship.

"Hmm.." was the only verbal indictation that the Shard's mind was at work. The droid could be seen quite easily by any sentinents so it was a matter of the Force to get him in without any questions. And he knew just the way. The droid's head swiveled to a dark corner of the hangar behind a support beam. The shadows their would suffice for initial use of what he was about to do.

Walking over to the shadow, the droid shell sat motionless for a minute as the Shard within began to concentrate. The Force came to his call like a gust of wind and surronded him the droid body as the Shard's want became reality. Garnet wished for stealth and this is what he got as he effectively cut himself from the visible notice of anyone that would look.

In lame terms, he could only be viewable by those specifically seeking him through the Force or someone he got far to close to. For a limited time anyway. The droid made its way to the ship quickly, silently going up the ramp as not to raise notice as his metal feet made noise on the metal ramp but it was muted by the Force as he suppressed it to a mere whisper of sound.

Not knowing the layout was unfortunate but he could sense the occupants of the ship. This helped him navigate a bit as he tried to encounter any of them but nearly had as the male from earlier stood in the entrance to a large area with Garnet just a few feet away as he stood frozen. Luckily he moved away, apparently satisfied with something and this gave Garnet the time to slip in. It was a rather vast area but the fact their were magseal containers was a blessing as the Shard knew he couldnt hold up the guise much longer.

Going over to the containers, Garnet sat himself down behind one and let go of the Force induced cover. The Force was a magnificent thing but it came with limits, at least in the Shard's experience level. It would be sometime before he could make use of such an advanced technique but for now he would put up a light cloak to stafe off any notice as he sat. It would hide him from glances of the eye but if someone did a detailed inspection, he would be found.

((OCC: Stowaway was my only option as i saw, i hope this doesnt kill off an idea or peeve someone. Let me no if it does))

[Kella]

ooc// No problems here. ;D I think I shall wait for Darksword to post, and then I shall post, and then Kayan can, and we'll be on our way!

... something like that, anyway. Seems like nothing ever goes according to plan. xD But it's much more fun that way. //

[Kayan]

((I'm all for it - as stated it's rare that it goes according to plan, but again the spontaneity is the real goal here. Think on your toes and jump forward. If it works, great, if not - no worries and no hard feelings.))

[Darksword]

OOC: Been busy haha, well anyways my guy was gonna stowaway himself for a few then surprise them both while flying, but it seems unlikely now, soo... Derga will make his move now.

As Derga finished fixing the last few pieces of his rifle securely on, he could feel something happening. He glimpsed over the edge again, feeling somebody hidden nearby, somehow in the open. He shook his head then quickly layed back down, looking through the optic probe. He located the Gungan quickly and took a deep breath, then sat up, propped the rifle on the edge next to him.

He took careful aim, zooming in on her neck, and waited a split second then fired. He waited a second more then fired a couple more rounds for good measure, hoping the tranq darts would hit. If not, then he would open fire again and hope to take down his target before she ran into the confines of the ship. Then it would be a bit late and he'd have to back-track to his ship, which he'd rather not do.

He vaulted over into the hanger below, using the Force to cushion his landing then advancing quickly in a zig-zag towards the Gungan, hoping nobady would fire from somewhere.

OOC: Ok you may choose Kella if you wish her to somehow get hit (which is likely, though wouldn't be surprised if she can dodge or even possibly deflect) or to not get hit is up to you. He's just charging at her whether she's unconscious or preparing herself for a fight. Oh so you know, if one even scraped her, then she'll be in a very dull mood. That stuff could take down a bantha in one shot probably. Have fun choosing.

[Kella]

ooc// See, not according to plan! I love it! ;D //

Glem left Kayan alone as he went about his pre-flight business. She remained near the ramp, petting Greek and shuffling about, and spending the time looking generally uncomfortable. Glem felt like she was stuck in some worm-hole, for surely an hour had passed, though the scientific change was only seven minutes.

Kayan emerged. Finally it was time to be off. The nick-name turned her grimace into a malevolent scowl, and a retort danced fiery on her tongue. Then--

Phhht! Suddenly, Glem felt something whiz by much, much too close to her neck. It couldn't be a blaster bolt; there was no heat, no zinging sound, no smell of ozone--

Pht, Pht, Pht! That sound again! Glem whipped around toward the source, just in time to see the flash of a tranq dart. Fear grasped a hold of Glem and immobilized her. She could not dodge as one of the volley hit her neck, striking and glancing blow and giving her a long scratch. The pain was searing, like acid! But what worried Glem most was the sucessive numbness. And then it began to spread. Glem cursed aloud and cast a frantic glance at Kayan.

Then she felt her balance fail and she stumbled forward, vision staying focused only long enough for her to register something moving toward her through the shadows. The same figure who had caught her in fear at the Cantina. Glem's knees buckled and she fell, catching herself with her hands.

And then Glem's vision began to fail too, the world bending and pulling apart as her eyes unfocused. Dizziness overtook her mind, confusion ruling her thoughts. She didn't know how quickly the poison was working, didn't know whether it would bring unconsciousness or death. Her perception of time was shattered, seconds or minutes could have passed. Her brain only worked in sporadic bursts, and then there was simply exhaustion... Un-beckoned, unwanted, and unwelcome, the darkness of sleep began to overtake her.

With a quiet thud it was over. Glem fell to the floor, unconscious.

[Kayan]

Kayan hadn't registered the attack until Glem responded to something striking her. In that split instant, the captain knew there was a gunner. "Figures you'd have a secret admirer!"

Even as the Gungan fell to the ground, Kayan was rushing down the gangplank and had drawn his blaster from the dusty brown holster on his thigh. His gaze flashed around over the open areas of the hanger and fell on the dark form that moved toward Glem's position. With little hesitation Kayan fired quick blasts from his weapon at the attacker, moving closer to where Glem lay in the beige sand.

He didn't know who they were, but everything about how the armor-clad attacker moved suggested a bounty hunter and though he didn't seem initially interested in him, Kayan wasn't about to let the hunter make off with his source of money. With his left hand balled in a fist, Kayan slapped a switch on the support strut of the gangplank and just above where he and Glem were, a repeating blaster on a turret descended through an opening. The blaster's targeting module locked on to the hunter and as it opened fire, Kayan slipped down next to Glem and took hold of her, hooking her arms with his own. With a grunt he dragged her up the ramp, the Gizka one step ahead of him.

Once inside, Kayan hit the button for the ramp to close it and dashed down the access corridor to the bridge; sliding his blaster back into it's place on his upper leg and throwing himself into the pilot chair. He muttered curses in Huttese as his fingers worked the controls and with a lurch - not his greatest example of a lift off - the 'Dawn was in the air and slightly angled upward. "Let's see how you like engine wash." With that, Kayan spun the ship so the aft thrusters raked the sand below them with the wake of the ships propulsion system. After a moment of hovering in place the power output of the engine increased and the 'Dawn streaked upward.

It didn't take long to break orbit and once the ship was safely away, Kayan set the navicomp for the Corellia run spaceway and disappeared back to where he left Glem on the deck. From her shallow breathing, he reasoned she'd be ok, but he moved her to the spare cabin and set her in the lower bunk. Shaking his head and chuckling lightly, he spoke softly, more to himself than anyone. "No wonder you were in a hurry."

With a shrug, Kayan left the cabin - though left the door open - and marched back in the direction of the bridge, taking a moment to look out at the stars through the many narrow viewports on the exterior of the accessway. The stars twinkled like gems and as always, Kayan felt most at home in them. The run in with the bounty hunter only confirmed why. His thoughts drifted and soon the memory of his father came up - disappearing all those years ago, but he shook his head, trying to clear it of the fog that threatened to sour his mood.

As Kayan thought about it, he suddenly realized that he was feeling quite drunk - not something that's really all that rare - and in a lot of ways, they were pretty lucky to have survived. In fact Glem was lucky that Kayan hadn't shot her by accident... or himself for that matter. He shook his head again and nearly stumbled, then continued to the bridge and slumped down into his chair; taking care to properly position his feet in the accompanying co-pilot's seat. "Why does this have to happen every time I go to that dustball of a planet?" He mused to no one in particular.

[Darksword]

Derga smiled for a split second in triumph as his prey staggered then fell to the ground unconscious, though it disappeared quickly as he realized the smuggler had returned and was pointing a blaster at him. This would hinder his mission a bit. He quickly summoned his command of the Force and sent himself charging forward and dodging to the right, dodging the blaster bolts by inches.

As he took aim, he realized that the smuggler had one of a ship mounted repeating blaster, which was aimed right at him. He immediately dropped his rifle and snapped his wrist up, letting his lightsaber slide right into his hand. He activated it in a blink of an eye, then brought it up in a defensive form, just as the cannon started firing. His lightsaber became a blur as it blocked and deflected bolts, sending them flying in random directions. He continued this for a few seconds before running to the side as he felt the ship's engines activate and spray heat in his direction. He summoned the Force about him and launched himself out of the hanger and onto the ceiling again.

He watched as the freighter blasted away into the sky. Derga quickly sent the signal to his own ship, then quickly ran about, gathering his gear. Once it was all together, he turned to see his own ship arriving. It floated above the ground then opened it's ramp, allowing him to jump in then dash for the cockpit. He tossed aside his bag and took the ship's controls in his hands, sending the ship at full speed rocketing up into the sky, after the fleeing smuggler's ship.

It would escape into hyperspace before him, he knew it. His prey would escape, though only temporarily. He checked to see where they were going, letting the navicomputer calculate where. It eventually came up with Corellia. He quickly tapped them in, then sat back and tapped his ebon talons againest his ship's console, waiting patiently for the right opportunity, despite it being hours away. Several seconds later, the Starburner accelerated into hyperspace.

OOC: This be proving interesting hehe........ What Im wondering is, would a Dynamic-class Gunship be faster the the Dawn or not? Anyways hehe... We'll see. *waits for next post*

[Kella]

Glem's sleep was not peaceful. Pictures, feelings, scents, sights, sounds flashed before her, the fear she felt intense. But she was not dreaming. No, what she saw were memories. And for Glem, memories were worse than any nightmare.

~

Canvas below, hard metal. Low ceiling above, dim lights. The first senses to break through. And then came the first feeling, but the feeling was only of fear. Glem felt that overwhelming, irrational sense of claustrophobia taking over her, which only accelerated her lingering fear. Out of instinct only, she leapt to her feat, glancing around frantically, vision still unfocused.

Her balance wasn't faring any better, and as soon as Glem was on her feet, her knees buckled. She swayed and fell forward, hands hitting the metal paneling hard, sending an echoing crash throughout the whole ship. The sound startled Glem, and she could feel her heart race even harder, and she leapt back. However, her legs still weren't working, and she fell back on her rump. Hard. Another thud.

Heart racing, breathing frantic, Glem scrabbled backwards until her back hit the wall, and then she stopped. By now, her mental processing was beginning to come back. Injuries; none save for the one's she'd just given herself, and the stinging cut on her neck. Good. Clothing; everything just how she'd left it. Worst case scenario; She'd been kidnapped. But all her pockets were still full, all her grenades, credits, weapons... But not her staff, where was her-- There it was, lying across the floor. She must have knocked it to the ground in her panic. Okay, so she definitely hadn't been kidnapped. 'cause if she had, they would have raided her pockets. Plain and simple. But if she hadn't been--

Glem's thoughts were cut short as a small body tackled her and shoved her hard against the wall. She was about to shove the little critter away when her mind processed the Gizka face staring up at her.

"Greek! Don't scare me like that!" Glem deposited the Gizka on the ground, only semi-gently. She looked up at the ceiling, breathing still uneven. So if she wasn't kidnapped, where was she? ... The Gambler's Dawn was her best guess, but knowing her luck... Then a thought struck her; what if the attacker was still onboard?

After a moment of panic, Glem realized the room she was in was cramped, and contained a stark absence of hiding places. Wonderful. She glared at the door suspiciously. She really didn't want to open it, but there was no way of knowing... Greek nuzzled at her elbow, and she ignored him. Then he began cooing him, and Glem distractedly rubbed him behind the nubs.

She would wait. Yes, she would wait. The racked she'd made would certainly draw attention... Glem reached across the floor and grabbed her staff, using it to haul herself to her feet, though her knees were still shaky. Her eyes were transfixed upon the door. Help would be welcome. But if trouble were to come through that door... Glem tightened her grip on her staff.

[Kayan]

Commotion echoed through the corridors of the 'Dawn and Kayan brought his feet down, wondering just what his passenger had been doing. At first - admittedly to himself - he thought she was rummaging through his ship, but after a moment to think it over, abandoned that thought. There wasn't much on board for her to look through.

With a grunt, he stood - confident that the ship would continue on its course without his watchful eye - and made his way back down the accessway to the hub with deliberately slow and heavier than normal footfalls. He wanted her to hear him coming, trying to avoid any sense of surprise at his appearance at the door to the guest room.

As he rounded the corner, he was suddenly struck with the vague memory of leaving the door open, but dismissed the thought to his own force of habit. maybe he did close it after all.

Kayan stopped by the door release and leaned against a bulkhead, wrapping his knuckles over the durasteel of the entryway. After a brief pause, he hit the release and the door opened on its track and slid away into the wall. Glem stood there holding her staff, poised to defend herself and Kayan only chuckled in response. "You wanted passage, I gave it to you... but you could've warned me that you had someone tailing you."

His statement still held a hint of humor, but there could be no mistaking the seriousness of his question. He looked on for any glimpse of an answer, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "In any case, we're on our way to Corellia. I left your friend back on 'Tat, but something tells me he's not the type to just give up."

[Kella]

Glem was still leaning heavily on her staff, and she relaxed only slightly as Kayan appeared.

"If I had knowns somebodys was tailins me, I nevah would have gones to thata desert in the firsts place..." Her anxiety became clear as her accent thickened, Gungan tongue curling oddly around her words. The sound made her grimace, however, and she slowed her speech to compensate. "I should have knowns." Glem sighed heavily. She might have offered Kayan sharper retort, but she knew offending her ride, and seeming-protector, would be unwise.

Glem might have said more, but at that moment, Greek suddenly leapt into the air, banging his head against the door's control panel. It shut suddenly, and Greek looked up at Glem, cooing happily. Kayan would appreciate having the door shut in his face. Glem sighed again; she'd taught Greek to always make sure the door was shut when she was asleep. A necessary check in inner-city Coruscant. Greek was adaptable, that was comforting. Semi. Glem quickly waved her hand, and Greek cooed, jumping up and bashing the door again.

"Do excuse Greek... I think he has too much fun doing that."

Greek cooed happily at the mention of his name, hopping over and rubbing up against Kayan's legs again. Glem rolled her eyes, then ignored Greek.

"Great, so now somebody's out to capture me. Not kill me, no, of course not, death would be too merciful, no, somebody wants to capture me again! Let him try, stupid son of a nerf-herder..." Glem continued muttering darkly to herself, stepping out of the claustrophobic chamber and into the somewhat-less claustrophobic hall. She continued her muttering. "This was bound to happen sooner or later! Offended somebody, supplied a competitor, this is what happens in your business Glem, you told yourself that when you signed up, but did you listen? Noooo, and now somebody's out to capture you..."

Despite the facade of irked bravado Glem put on, she was scared. Oh Quell, she was so scared. The facade crumbled away for a moment, and Glem leaned back suddenly against the hall's wall, shoulders trembling. She shut her eyes tight as the memories assailed her again. Under her breath, she prayed.

"Oh pleasah, Pleasah don't letsa them captures mesa'gain..."

[Kayan]

The door had been both shut on his face, then reopened a moment later - drawing a whispered curse from the pilot's lungs. He had looked down in that moment at the small... creature and rolled his eyes with a grin; addressing Greek. "You're gonna give me nothing but grief, aren't you?" His tone was playful, but he meant every word.

Glem herself seemed on edge - with reason and Kayan did what he could not to exacerbate matters. It wouldn't help any of them to berate her for the hunter's arrival. "I know ya didn't mean it... having that zucca pig on my exhaust port just ruffles my feathers is all." Her tone had darkened and with it, her accent thickened. She was nervous... more than nervous, she seemed terrified. "I don't intend to let him get ya... and Corellia is a crowded place. I'm sure you can get away from that prugnuficating barve if you needed to, Springs."

He backed up a step to give her more space, finding a new spot to lean his weight against. "Besides," He added, "if he wanted you dead, we wouldn't be standin' here having this chat. Count your lucky moons that he does want you alive. It's my skin I'm worried about. I don't doubt he holds a little bit more than simply contempt toward my daring rescue."

He turned away a moment, then stopped himself with a hand bracing on the nearby bulkhead. "Which, by the way, you're welcome." He flashed the Gungan a playful smile and felt a sudden sting of hunger, absentmindedly rubbing his stomach. His mind went over the list of provisions he had on the ship and he grimaced at the thought of emergency rations - the protein rich sticks of condensed... rock? He didn't know, but aside from providing basic necessities, they tasted like something dug up in the sands of Tatooine... in fact, if memory served, the magseal container had been stored quite similarly when he retrieved it.

His legs started moving even before his brain told him so and before he even thought about it cognitively, he found himself standing in the cargohold and moving toward one of the containers that took up space. Hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he paused, suddenly feeling that someone was watching him. He tried to dismiss the feeling and shook his head, still reeling from his encounter with the armor-clad hunter; and with an outstretched hand, opened the top of the magseal to pull out one of the small dried food logs.

He froze not wanting to make a sudden move.

[Kella]

Unfortunately for Glem, she counted Death as a better fate than Slavery. And that's probably what was awaiting her, if she was wanted alive... either that, or a long, slow death. Joy. Absolutely wonderful.

Her mental tone simply oozed with sarcasm, but it was a familiar feeling, and her mental skin thickened once more. She spared a mild glare for Kayan in exchange for his comment, and began to mutter irritably under her breath. If he thought she owed him... Well, she'd ignore that for now.

Kayan disappeared around the hall, and Glem resigned to follow him. There was nothing better to do...

Greek apparently had the same idea, for he suddenly zoomed down the hall. The little critter had this instinct when it came to food... Glem could take a single step down the road and he knew they were going to market. And now that similar uncanny ability surfaced, and he hopped like a rocket down the hall, coming up behind Kayan and attempting to leap at the Magnisteel cylinder, for surely there was food inside...

[Grawn]

The droid was still.

Very still.

When the two sentinents had entered the room, Garnet had to pump what Force he had gathered into the cloak. This meant that all he had saved was starting to quickly dwindle and if they didnt leave, he would be exposed. Sure he could fight them off if they were hostile but it would just be a messy situation. He had no intent on harming them, he just required passage off the dust rock.

Moments seemed like minutes as he sat and watched, he could slowly feel his grip on the cloak starting to wane and it was around that time that the male human caught a whiff of something. He started to act like...well...watched which was the case in this regard. With the addition of the gungan and her pet, this wasnt a good situation.

Well, guess the trip was about to get interesting for the two as the droid stood up and let go of the cloak, he was nearly spent on the Force.

"I would suppose my presense would require some explanation on my part?" the Shard asked bluntly to the two, waiting their reactions. If the blaster pistol at his hip failed to work, the lightsaber hidden in the droid's arm would suffice if the two desired the need to fight.