Many Meetings

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

(note: the nautolan's accent is based off of the Jamaican accent))


Yes, I know very well what you would try if it doesn’t work. I’m willing to take the risk. I trusted you once, and I’ll trust you again.

Her heart nearly pounded right out of her chest as she felt his hand slide beneath the skein of her hair, his thumb brushing along the short hairs there and making her shiver slightly. Another few, tense, moments and he had pulled her into a kiss once again…and once again she nearly melted. As he pulled away, that affectionate nibble had her wanting more than just kisses. Cursing herself inwardly, Sam swiftly attempted to pull her scattered mind back together. Thinking like THAT would certainly NOT help them right now, besides, the logical part of her pointed out that she barely knew the man. Sure he was handsome, and kind, and brave, and chivalrous and…she stopped herself there. THAT kind of thinking wasn’t helping her either…it only reminded her of Brathos.

That sobered her up swiftly.

Nodding to him, she followed out after him silently before turning to meet with her new ‘master.’

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The nautolan, a blue skinned man of about 35, had actually been expecting the mando dressed man. He had casually slipped through the palace in their wake, curious as to what another Bha’lir would be doing here, in the palace of one of their most hated rivals…the hutts. One could, of course, ask the same about him…truth was he was keeping tabs on the slimy slug because of his ties to the hated Ramesh clan. The Bha’lir didn’t want a repeat of the Tiger and the Worm after all. No matter what his real reason for being there, he wanted to be sure that Samantha, daughter of one of their princes, wasn’t about to become involved with them.

He’d stood in the shadows, observing the goings on, and when the man she was with attempted to wager her for a hutt slave, he grew even more curios. Had the woman really been put into slavery? Beetle black eyes narrowed as he watched the man lose the bet, then request a moment alone with Sam…almost saying her name. Well, that brought even MORE questions up that needed answering, but that would have to wait as he began to formulate his own plans to free the former blond. Again he had swept along in their wake, and now he found himself nestled in the shadows against a wall…a very unassuming place to be found considering the less than savory characters the hutt surrounded himself with.

By the time the mando armored man appeared, the nautolan smuggler was prepared with an idea.

The cold voice that came through the vocabulator hardly surprised him, he’d worked for a few mandos before, after all, and the medallion pressed into his hand was unnecessary, but it was understandable. No doubt Sam had sent him, and she wanted to make sure no ‘mistakes’ were made in the meeting. He followed silently behind the so called bounty hunter, into the room and folded his arms across his chest. What the ‘bounty hunter’ said didn’t surprise him as much as what the man DID. As the chair came sliding across the floor, his eyes narrowed again. So the bounty hunter WAS more than he seemed. As he talked about payment and owing, he raised one hand and shook his head slightly, his sky blue aura moving and swaying as the tentacles from his head did.

No favors. The Bha’lir take care of dheir own an’ Samantha’s father was a friend of mine. He died with me indebted to him, so this, I do for free. We can work out a favor for the other slave girl at a later time.

His deep baritone was colored with an odd accent that raised and lowered at strange intervals during the words, the inflections on the words making his speech come in rolling waves. He lowered his hand slowly and rested it against the butt of his blaster, the other thumb tucked into the pocket of his trousers.

But…I ‘ave to know…you’re not planning on helping this Hutt I hope. If you are, force user, you an’ I are going to be having a disagreement…an’ one you won’t be liking.

[Dire Wolf]

(( posts are phail today))

The funny thing about seeing people in colorful storms that clung close to their body was that one could quickly figure out if the person was good, bad, or downright evil. Furthermore, the deeper he gazed into each individual aura, the better he could see the individual strains. The tiny chords of color that cobwebbed each person seemed to mean something... he just couldn't figure out what just yet. This man, while he had a sky blue aura that said worlds about his persona: he was a good man. Which was good. However, after looking just past the surface Ryn could see the tiny strains, each one of many colors and hues, but one particularly powerful one he saw was red. It stood out like an intense flame infront of a beautiful sky.

This red, was hatred. Not of Ryn, no... it was of the Hutts.

A sigh of relief escaped the man's lips as he heard that the Nautolan man would assist him in saving Sam for nothing. Though, his head tilted ever so slightly at the name of the Bha'lir. He had heard a few rumors of an "honorable" criminal organization during his time as a Jedi... but he never believed it. Using the adjectives "honorable" and "criminal" for the same entity seemed to be an oxymoron. Sam would have to explain this to him later, because he wasn't about to question the nautolan man about his roots. "Disagreement? I can see this going two ways: first, you help me free Sam and we part ways. Second, you don't... and I slay every last being, save Sam, in this loathesome place while she escapes." A smile pursed his lips behind the sterile black visor that shielded his face, "Now... don't think for a second that I enjoy working for such a... horrendous... creature. However, he was the only one to offer me a job, and we're running low on credits."

His shoulders drooped down ever so slightly as he waited for the nautolan's reply, after a few moments... he spoke, "are you going to help me, or not?"

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

Of course I’m helping you….but there’s a condition. You need the money, yes? Well you can get it…but I can tell you that Wookiee doesn’t deserve what he’s getting. Turn him in and then help me break the man out again. You get your money, I get the satisfaction of knowing this Hutt’s gotten one thing that was coming to him.

He paused for a moment, thinking. One hand ran along several of those tentacles that draped over his shoulders as he pondered the situation.

I have something the worm will like. I’ll ‘win’ them for you, just don’t lose the roll with those…abilities…of yours. By the way, what’s your name bounty hunter?

He had walked to the door by this time, rummaging in one of his belt pouches for a moment as he searched them for what he was going to use for his wager.

[Dire Wolf]

An unseeable smirk pursed the man's lips at the Nautolan's offer: a double cross. Even Ryn, a fresh-to-the-fringe Jedi Knight, knew that it wasn't smart to double cross a Hutt. It would be trouble for the Nautolan here, it would be trouble for the wookiee, trouble for him, and worst of all: trouble for Sam. It would mean, however, a tremendous reputation, not that he cared in the least about what scum thought of him, but his job offers would probably skyrocket.

Ryn caught himself, shaking his head in disgust. Since when did he care about such a base and physical thing? Money was fleeting... and it always would be. He gave a sigh and looked through however many walls stood between he and the woman with a golden aura. It was remarkable, distinguishable, and he could pick it out any crowd. Currency was an ephemeral thing, yes, but it would also mean that Sam would have an easier path ahead of her.

A deep sigh caused his shoulders to rise up, then slump down, almost as if he was resigning himself to the will of this man. It sounded like it, too, "fine. I accept this arrangement. Keep in mind, however, this will dump a... substantial... amount of trouble on Sam... and the rest of my crew. Its also very likely that you will have a bounty on your head as well, provided that you plan on helping us free the mark. Now let's get out there. I don't like the idea of her in a slave suit being gawked at by the hutt's vagabonds," the mechanical vocabulator fortunately killed the almost angry tone of his voice.

He nearly was nearly out of the room before he stopped himself and turned his head back to the bha'lir, "my name? Ryn Sundar," with that, he casually turned around and walked out of the small room, disappearing within the crowd. After a few moments of twisting around the vagabonds of Greegar he found a somewhat elevated position and expanded his senses outwards. Until he found his quarry, the very same force user that muddled this whole plan up. The man smirked as he noted the man's position and leaned against the wall, grabbing a hold of the man's drink with his mind and gentley tipping it forwards... right onto the back of a rather large and irritated wookiee.

This wookiee turned to see the empty drink that the grey Jedi held, felt the wet fur on his back, and promptly let out a feral roar. Right before he wrapped a clawed hand around his throat, hefted him up in the air with a single massive arm, and slammed him down on the metallic table. The Grey Jedi's neck "just so happened" to hit the edge of the table, shattering the spine and killing him near-instantly. Ryn, by no means, had a part to play in his neck hitting the edge. Oh no. He would never have thought of barely pushing the man's neck with telekinesis so that it hit at an odd angle. Oh no.

He leaned against the wall with a pleased smile contorting the grey Jedi's masked features, crossing his arms to make it harder to notice that he was about to manipulate the odds in the coming game of chance.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

The man nodded once.

Oh yes, I know what it will do, but it isn’t the first time Sam’s been in it with a Hutt. We’re Bha’lir, we’re known for opposing them every turn. Besides…we do it right and no one will know it was us. Rorrshak won’t be the first bounty I’ve freed from this slug. Anyway, isn’t like you’d be the first force user to get a bounty on them…there was a blond one in here the week before last. Nice hefty one on his head.

With a pat of his pouch, he stepped out the door and worked his own way through the palace. Didn’t take him long to reach the main hall of the palace where the worm marinated in his own goop. Poor girl was there too, in a rather fetching blue and gold slave dress at that. Making a show of looking Sam over, he turned as the wookiee started a ruckus that was swiftly ended in the death of the man he’d slammed down on the table. Blinking, he shrugged it off, noting the position of Ryn before turning his head back to Greegar.

<<I’d like the slave girl…the new one…I’ve also had my eye on the mechanic. I need a worker on my ship. I’m willing to wager for them. More than your sorry excuse for a bounty hunter back there, at that.>>

He pulled out three brightly colored and glittering gems, letting the room get a good look at them. The room had filled with murmurs at the new attempt at the slaves, but it was swiftly silenced at the appearance of the gems. Even the Hutt’s eyes went wide as he saw them.

<<Corusca Gems. Three of them. As a good faith token, you get one either way.>>

He tossed one easily to the slug’s man servant, the twi’lek catching it before handing it to his master. Greegar studied the gem silently for a moment before turning narrowed and greedy eyes back to the nautolan.

<< Fine. You have a deal. I could buy a many slaves with this gem alone….but this time…I roll. >>

<< Agreeable. >>

Sam had translated for the room at large, seeing as several new arrivals were perched in various places, including Ryn. She gazed silently at him for a long moment, uncomfortable with the amount of her body showing. Even in her days before learning kinesthetic communication she’d never shown THIS much skin…and to date only Brathos had seen this much of her (aside from her dad and older brother of course). Well, that had changed recently, and so she stood, arms wrapped about her stomach insecurely, wishing she could at least have something over her back aside from her hair. Her chains jangled loudly in her ears as the room had gone silent, and again, now, since the hutt was taking the same die that had been used earlier.

[Dire Wolf]

Ryn simply leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed and hands concealed, as he watched the exchange between the Nautolan and the Hutt. His gaze seemed to be fixed upon Sam, he tried ever so desperately to see past the thick golden storm of her soul and actually see her. After feeling her face with his own fingers he man wanted nothing more than to actually see it with his own two eyes... some day. He would see her someday.

The "bounty hunter" shook his head at himself, why did he suddenly care so much? What did it matter if he saw her face or not? Or her hair? Or the rest of her body for that matter? In short, it meant nothing. Yet, it meant everything. It was an odd yet familiar feeling to the man, one that he wasn't so sure that he wanted so soon. The multicolored glimmer of a corsuca gem flying through the air snapped Ryn back into reality, he hoped that he didn't miss the dice roll while he was entranced in his own thoughts. After a few moments of searching the ground, he quickly found that no dice were laying on the floor. The first bit of luck to ever happen in his life... if a Jedi could believe in such things.

A tendril of his mind extended outwards towards the die that was resting in the corpulent hand of Greegar the hutt, simply waiting for its turn to fly through the air and crash to the ground, spinning and bouncing every which way. It soon would, however it would do so at the devices of a foreign power, one that would guide it along a set path... one that would end with the blue dot facing towards the heavens. Ryn's grasp of the little cube was solidified just as the Hutt began to toss the thing, and at the direction of a single finger it arched through the air in a believable fashion. Less than a few heartbeats later it struck the duracrete floor, bouncing along until its energy was expended... and it slowed to a stop.

Blue.

Not that it was a surprise, after all, Ryn wasn't incompetant when it came to mastery over telekinesis... only when surprised does he not act well. He hates surprises. The man left the room before the actual exchange was made, playing the part of the brooding bounty hunter who'd just lost his last chance to win back his "slave." He made his way out of the palace and down to the speeder, simply waiting for the pair to emerge from the loathesome Hutt's palace. Ryn slowly slipped a tendril of thought into the nautolan man's mind, slowly imprinting him with the urge to leave the palace via the front door. It took but a few short minutes, but eventually the great palace doors opened to reveal the tentacle headed-sentient and the golden hue that clung to Sam. Not that he couldn't see it before... just seeing her through something that wasn't semi-transparent solidified the deal.

On impulse, the man walked up and wrapped his arms around her slender form. His eyes widened behind the closed visor as he felt the warmth of her skin through the relatively thin leather work gloves that his armor sported. They replaced her clothes. A cocktail of anger, happiness, and a small bit of lust began to course throughout his system as he looked down at her. "Are you alright? For a few seconds there I actually thought that I'd lost you," he trailed off. The man mentally kicked himself for every last word that he spoke, knowing that it was still far too early to even think of love. Yet, oddly enough, he felt something more than just mere attraction or infatuation for the woman. It both pleased and disconcerted him.

But none of it mattered... she was free.

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

The nautolan watched, through narrowed eyes, as the die was cast. Black eyes followed its path through the air and along the floor. Despite his outwardly cool appearance, the man was pulled tighter than a drum. Sam wasn’t much better, attempting not to shift anxiously in her place. As the cube came up blue the man smirked slightly and nodded as Sam attempted to withhold a sigh of relief. As the girl’s chains were handed over, she watched Ryn stalk out moodily just as her friend gave the restraints a “harsh” tug. She followed the act with a jolt of her body in the direction of the tug and a mild stumble as the nautolan ‘dragged’ her out, snatching the keys to the shackles from the twi’lek man servant.

He led her through the palace, and out the front gate, their eyes taking a moment to readjust to the harsh light of the desert outside. Neither of them had a chance to remove the dratted chains before Ryn had appeared, wrapping his arms about the barely clothed auburn. She struggled, for a moment, to try and get her arms around him as well, but gave up seeing as the chains just wouldn’t allow it. Sighing, she rested her head against his chest.

I’m okay…just…shaken…and I feel completely naked like this.

The nautolan folded his arms, and jangled the keys a bit in his hand to catch their attention.

The longer you two stand here with her in chains the more suspicious you’ll be, you know.

[Dire Wolf]

Ryn continued to look down at the woman through that pesky helmet of his, a smile broadening his face behind the emotionless visor. His leather clad thumb barely stroked the exposed flesh on the woman's back as her head met with the hardened mandalorian iron that covered his chest. While he couldn't feel the aurburn's head contact with the plate, he could feel the weight of her head press against it, and by exention his chest. The other leather clad hand slipped its way up to the short hair that covered the lower part of her head, above the base of her neck, and began to stroke it ever so softly.

Her words caused the man's brow to knit together, for he played no small part in her current emotional state. That, and he was probably making her terribly uncomfortable by allowing himself to be so close to her while she felt so exposed. Ryn allowed his arms to fall back to his sides and body to pull away just as the Nautolan jangled his keys about, probably a little irritated at Ryn's little display of affection in some form or another. "Alright, lets get these chains off of you and get going. The faster we get away from here the faster we can get you into more... modest... attire," he blinked, nearly forgetting the wrap that he took off of her. "Actually, Sam... here," he unwrapped the blanket from his shoulder and handed it to her, "I hope this will keep you comfortable until we find some clothes for you."

The man stepped back and waited for the Nautolan to free Sam from her restraints, watching every single movement that the man made like a hawk. Should his hand touch something that it shouldn't have, he would lose it. And his head not long after. After the auburn woman was freed, the Grey Jedi moved to the passenger side of the enclosed speeder and opened the door, allowing Sam access to the enclosed speeder before himself. The man pulled off his helmet to reveal his handsome face, then stark white eyes and scarred nose. He waited for Sam to get into the speeder before closing the door behind her. After a brief moment of silence and gazing at the Nautolan he spoke, "thank you. For saving her," he walked around the front of the speeder and shook the man's hand, "I will uphold my end of the bargain."

Ryn offered the man a curt nod before he released his hand and walked around to the front of the sleek, black speeder. Before opening the door, Ryn looked back up at the man, "that mechanic... something is telling me that you are in a better position to take care of her than myself. She seems to be a little... off... and I don't exactly have experience with helping people in that state." If it weren't for his work gloves the man would have recoiled his fingers at the searing heat of the black metal, but those leather gloves shielded his flesh from the heat. His armor was hit with a cool gust of wind as the door opened, it ruffled the cloth that covered his arms about for a brief moment before settling down. The man sat down in the opulent driver's seat and closed the door behind him before turning the ignition of the craft over and spinning it around for transit back to Espa.

He couldn't help but notice that the air conditioner in the vessel was turned up a bit high, mostly because the skin on his face was begging him to put the helmet back on. Instead of doing that, however, he simply reached over and flipped the dial down to a lower setting, not only taking some energy away from the air conditioner but also the fans that drove the cooled air into the cab. Surely, if his face was beginning to get cold Sam was absoloutley freezing, "sorry for that, I just realized that the cooler was on." He sighed at himself before looking over at her golden form, "that hutt didn't hurt you in any way, did it?" If the answer was yes, Ryn would probably promptly turn around and waylay the palace, not only because of the Hutt's actions... but because of his err that put her in that position.

It wasn't a very long drive to Mos Espa, and they were at the outskirts of the city where Vesta and the slave girl were. The brunette man looked over at Sam before looking up at a small clothing shop just across the street, "there is a clothing place just down the way, Sam. Why don't you go and get some clothes while I get Vesta and the girl?" He asked, noting the position of every single creature around the building. If a single one touched Sam in any kind of non-proffessional manner he or she would be dead faster than they could blink. Ryn gave the slightest of sighs as he stepped out of the speeder and walked inside, looking for Vesta and the girl. "Everything's been arranged, Vesta, the sooner we get out of here the better I think."

[Meira]

((SCB, I hope you don't mind just a touch of power playing of the droid. Let me know if it's a problem.))


The more time that passed, the more uncomfortable Vesta became. She felt like a sitting duck... one who was in the presence of someone who was simply... well, Vesta didn't know what was wrong with the young woman. She seemed so much like the droid that had come into the room not long ago. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed right. This woman was like a droid withe emotion simulation programming. But as correct as the thought seemed, it also seemed completely absurd. Just the kind of childhood that would be required for a living being to act like a droid was disturbing to her. She preferred not to think about it.

Instead, Vesta focused on clearing the shop of the dead body. It had been hard work getting rid of it, Vesta had had to drag the corpse through the back and down a dark alley a ways. It wasn't the best job, but it was out of the way and wouldn't immediately implicate anyone in the shop. Hopefully they'd be able to get out of there before anything else happened.

When she had returned, the droid had all but vanished the blood that had been spilled. Vesta cleaned her own self up and the rest of her time in the shop was spent on vigilant lookout for trouble or Sam and Ryn's return, whichever came first. As luck would have it, Ryn and Sam won the race. The black speeder which had previously been owned by the new resident of the back alley came gliding into view. Soon Ryn stepped from the vehicle and came to the shop. His directions were simple. It was time to go. Vesta nodded, and without another word made her way to the speeder, climbing into the back and settling herself into the seat. Ryn was right. The sooner, the better. She'd be happy if she never saw this planet again.

((Total phail))

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

The muscles of Sam’s back tensed at bit as he stroked the back of her neck. She really was fairly uncomfortable at the closeness, and not just because of how little she had on. Either way, he stepped back and she sighed slightly as she looked over at her old friend. Athar seemed anxious enough to get these shackles off of her. As the blue hued nautolan worked on the chains, the ones from her wrists falling away first, she gladly took the wrap back, swiftly folding it around her body so as much of it was covered as could be. As the chains fell from around her ankles and Athar stood up once more, she hugged him tightly.

Thank you so much Athar. I don’t know how to repay you.

He gave a lighthearted grunt as the girl hugged and thanked him. A moment later he chortled and patted her back with one hand.

Bah…no repayment. I owe it to your dad anyway. I never got to tell you how sorry I was to hear about that, Sammy, you vanished to quickly.

She gave a mild shrug as she walked over to Ryn and the speeder, turning to get in and reply to him.

It’s okay Athar…I was gone pretty fast, I know. Thanks Ryn.

With that she slipped down into the (FREEZING) speeder and curled up on the seat. Athar listened to the obviously ‘blind’ jedi. At first he thought the man might be arkanian, but the brown hair nullified that thinking so the only other sensible reason for his stark white eyes was that he was blind. How he could ‘see’ enough to get around, let alone fight, was beyond the nautolan. Maybe it was a force thing? Athar nodded to the man’s explanation.

I will see what I can do for her. I think I know someone who can help her set up a shop on a different planet and take care of her during that time. Take care of her, hmm? I’d hate to have to try and track you down for something stupid.

With that, Athar turned and headed around the side of the palace to his own speeder. As Ryn started the trip back to Mos Espa, Sam wrapped her arms around herself further and shivered a bit. When he turned down the frigid air she relaxed a bit, turning one vent away from her so she could thaw herself out. His question had her shaking her head slightly.

No. I wasn’t hurt. I know better than to do something to get myself hurt. You play by their rules and they don’t do anything to you.

She nodded to the idea of getting clothes, but….how? It wasn’t as if credits worked here, and she didn’t have anything else to trade. Well…as much as she hated the idea, it seemed as if she’d be stealing the clothes.

Alright, Ryn, but…we might have to leave pretty darn fast depending on how good I still am at having sticky fingers…

Without further explanation, she slipped from the speeder and into the shop across the way, pulling part of that serape over her head and wrapping it to cover all of her face except her eyes and cover her hair…at least this kind of concealment wasn’t uncommon for slaves in markets. It didn’t take her long to find what she needed. Like on Coruscant with Ean, she knew her size (roughly), and she wasn’t picky, so she gathered what she needed easily…three tops, three sets of pants, some personals, boots, and mysteriously a bag found it’s way into the clothing pile as she slipped into a dressing room. As she got dressed, she looked around the stall, at the bottoms of the walls, at the top of the outer wall. There was a window there that she could fit through…and the bottom of the wall that separated this stall from the next was also large enough for her to fit through. Stuffing the wrap into the bag as well as the extra clothes, she opened the top window quietly and gazed around before tossing it out and leaving the window open. That done, she slid herself under the dividing wall between stalls and stood up again. Glancing about the new room she spotted the clothes one of the lazier patrons had left in there. Grabbing two shirts, Sam left the new stall and hung the clothes on their original wracks, looking displeased. With a huff of air, she left the store once more.

No one was the wiser.

Trotting around the side of the building, she swiftly retrieved the bag she’d filched and tossed it into the speeder before nodding and giving a slight smile to Vesta. Slipping into the speeder herself, she lowered the newly acquired bag and its contents onto the floor.

Ryn, let’s get the hell outta here before they go looking for the slave girl that just jumped out a window with their merchandise shall we?

[Dire Wolf]

((ooc: Feel free to make final posts here if you want, a new thread will be created shortly))

Ryn looked at the newly freed slave girl for a long moment before shifting his gaze back to Vesta, he hoped that he made the right decision. Trusting someone that he only just met with her life was a fool hardy thing, yes, but it appeared that Sam trusted the Nautolan. Could he trust someone that someone he trusted trusted? Yes, that was a very odd sentence, but its validity wasn't hampered by its... confusing... nature. Every last fiber of Ryn's being begged the boy to scoop that little mechanic in his arms and set her inside his speeder. While he knew that he wasn't sure if he could trust that Nautolan, he could trust himself not to hurt her.

"There will be another Nautolan man coming here and picking you up shortly," Ryn prayed that he wasn't lieing, "he is a nice man. He won't hurt you, and he will make you better." The grey jedi was using the softest tone possible with the scared girl, hoping that perhaps it would lessen her obvious fear. "You aren't a slave anymore, you are your own woman. Don't let anyone tell you different. But I have to go now. Goodbye," he gave a mournful sigh as he turned around and stepped into the sleek black speeder.

He was sure to keep a close eye on Sam through the walls of the clothing shop for as long as he could, ensuring that nothing happened to her. It was only until she stepped into the dressing room that he bounced his pure white eyes away from her form and over to Vesta, his mind doing some quick calculations. The man gave her an awkward smile and a quick nod, forgetting that she didn't know he was 'blind', "sometimes its not so great to be able to see through walls, hehe."

The man looked back over at Sam but a few moments later, noticing that the bag held in her grasp was full of clothes that she no-doubt attained via the five finger discount. He sighed. If they ever made it back to the force-forsaken rock dubbed 'Tatooine' he'd be sure to pay the shop owner back five times what was owed. But, for now, they didn't have the proper currency to fund such a thing. After Sam and her "hot" merchandise (take that as you will =P) made their way back into the speeder and spoke he turned to look at her, wanting to say something about theivery. Wanting to say something about how it was wrong, about how he didn't approve off it, but he knew... he knew that there was no other choice. Unless he wanted her to be running around in the... revealing... slave outfit.

While that idea may have been appealing to him if he could see her in a natural light, he could only see the celestial aura that raged about around her form. Therefore, what she did or did not wear was of little consequence to the man, he simply wanted her comfortable. The man shifted his milky white gaze away from her golden form once more and zoomed off towards the space port, honestly wanting nothing more than to be off this planet. "You know, I've been thinking. Sixty percent of the pay from all contracts will have to go to the ship, keep and repair. So that leaves forty for the three of us," it took him a few moments to come up with the answer, "about thirteen percent. Vesta, you just got a pay raise," he glanced back at the woman with a smirk.

The man gave another little smirk as he gentley turned around the skeletonized speeder that was theirs less than an hour ago, it happened to be laying out in the middle of the street for all to see. After that it wasn't terribly long until he found himself pulling up to the sleek and shiny chromium form of the Sundered Star, using the Force to depress the numerous buttons on the key-pad lock. The hydraulic door barely touched the ground before Ryn had the speeder up the ramp, which was more than wide enough to accomodate the luxury vehicle. "Vesta, this is the Sundered Star. Our ship, and humble abode. The crew quarters is just down that way," he pointed down the only corridor that led out of the cargo room, "there are more than a few free ones, you'll know which ones aren't."

With a long sigh, the man shut the speeder down and stepped out of the craft, then turned around to look out the ramp at the arid planet that he was oh-so-eager to leave. There were few places in the universe that Ryn actually enjoyed staying on, Tatooine wasn't one of them. The grey jedi walked over to the ramp and pressed one of the myriads of buttons beside it. As his stark white eyes simply gazed out at the landscape as the long hunk of durasteel and ceramics slowly closed he mumbled, "All in a day's work."