Back Alley Antics [Pre-TL Smugglers and Bandits welcome]

[Tetsu]

Jakku:

It always seemed like he was parked out in the danker spots. The evening moons were playing tricks on Poms eyes as he worked his data pad on the gangplank of his frigate. "That’s three shipments of spare old imperial power couplings, bolts and power converters…and it looks like three buyers for the Czerka model XXX custom blasters.” He grumbled to himself as he adjusted his brown leather jacket as the wind battered his fishy scaled head.

He hated working on desert planets like Jakku, but there were times when it needed to be done. They were in Niima outposts, a good for nothing Junker’s town that offered less than what he would hope for his products. He was going to need a fix after the headache this was causing began to thrash his brain like tidal waves. He sighed as he looked back at the crates of supplies that they had brought from the core world of Corellia was going to waste here on this piece of trash dune pile.

He slowly replaced his data pad on his belt and fastened his blaster pistol on his right hip as he made his way off the ship. Tapping some security codes into the ship’s security hatch, he locked up so that he could go drink and waste his time in a productive way before the deal was settled. Maybe he could find someone to sell him some death stick or, at the very least, a stiff drink. He was hankering from a withdraw from his sweet sweet liquor that he had come to love. A night out was calling his name louder than a gungan wedding calls for disruptions. His fish eyes took a while to adjust to the dry desert air, as he was a creature accustom to living in the water. He took his waterskin and poured some of it over his head, letting the cool liquid absorb into his skin.

The onlooking people might have thought him strange for doing so, but Pomeral cared not a Kiff for their opinions. He was in the shady part of the outpost, looking on at an establishment that’s chatter sang to him like the music of a Siren. “Niima’s Oasis,” he spoke the name silently as he approached. His lips were already moistening with the thought of a drink and a hot meal sitting right in front of him. It was tantalizing, to say the least. He wrecklessly moved along the sidewalk, or whatever was left of one, and plotted his way to the front doors. He was just about to the entrance when suddenly something blocked his feet, sending him sprawling to the ground on his hands and feet. He smacked the sandy earth, thankful for the sand as he wondered what he could have tripped on all the way out here. He wasn’t even high yet and he was already tripping.

 

[Algarus]

One, two, three death sticks. That's all Alana had for the time being. She scowled at knowing this, as she looked down at her pack and counted again. Damn it, only three. She had come all this was out to the middle of nowhere just to waste her time like this? Talk about unfair. She pulled her hat down a little tighter, trying to keep the sun from burning her skin off. She was going to need a drink or five, and sadly this little dust ball only had one half decent place to get a shot. She kept to the sides of the street, avoiding the weird hoodlums that seemed to call this place home. Bunch of weirdos if you asked her, everyone here looked like they were homeless.

It had only been a few hours, and already that pack of death sticks was calling her name. She couldn't help it, she needed a fix to get by now and again. Seeing as how she was already at the cantina, she didn't see the harm in taking a huff of a stick or two. Fumbling in her pocket, she grabbed the pack and attempted to pull one of the little buggers out, only for her fingers to twitch, causing her to drop her precious drug. "Feth." She swore, dropping to the ground as the little bastard bounced off the stone ground and rolled up under some desolate speeder around the corner. "Ugh, what does a girl have to do to get high around here...." She grumbled, getting onto her hands and knees, as she reached out and attempted to pull the damn thing back to her. "Come on you little bastard...." She felt something knock into her legs, but paid it no mind for the time being, as she finally got hold of her fix. "Ah ha! Got ya..." She muttered, pulling herself back out, curious what had knocked into her. She found some man who was on his hands and knees, covered in sand, and he looked a bit fishy; both literally and figuratively. "Hey, watch where you're walking buddy." She said, raising up as she eyed the man, he looked like he was coming down with the shakes; or maybe she was just seeing things. She took a bit of pity on the fellow, offering him a hand up. "Careful, you keep falling over like that and people might mistake you for a local." She gave him a bit of a forced smile, as she kept the death stick out of view of the man; last thing she needed was some freeloader trying to get her stuff.

@Tetsu

 

[Pyrenees]

I n e s _ P a n t e e r​

A sky blue landspeeder made up a small but noticeable trail as it headed to Niima outpost at a comfortable speed. Cheesy beach music was playing, making its occupant just a tad more cheerful than she would otherwise have been. A few of the Panteer siblings had gone out on a trip when their ship suddenly encountered troubles and needed some quick repairs. As luck would have it, Ines was elected to go find them 'some power couplings or something'. It was clear that they'd need more help unless her siblings pulled off a miracle. Put generously, that did not seem likely.

While not really bitter about it, she did know that she had pulled the short straw. None of them had been particularly thrilled to leave the comfortable confines of their ship and venture out into the desert. But, here she was, carelessly letting her head dance along with the music. It didn't take very long until the speeder had reached its destination.

With the speeder parked and locked by the outer edge of the little outpost, Ines slowly walked deeper into it. The Alderaanian was letting her eyes traverse her surroundings as she soaked in what information she could find of the place. Many seemed to live with rather poor conditions but her siblings had warned her not to go on some charity spree. Not like it was really possible, considering their limited budget for the power couplings.

Approaching an establishment centrally located in the outpost, she figured that she might as well let the others wait for sending her to do the boring part. At least she could have some refreshments, and perhaps even buy something exotic and local for the others to enjoy.

A suppressed call for a little bastard could be heard faintly right before the man a few meters in front of her stumbled over, falling to the ground with a thud. About to go check on the Mon Calamari, Ines halted right in her tracks as another peeked up, just as suddenly as the guy had fallen. Seeing as both of them seemed relatively well, the Alderaanian smiled and took a step forth to enter their immediate surroundings "But then, a local wouldn't be quite as covered in sand" she added with a lighthearted voice, sending them both a smile. Sending a glance down at her leg, and then going back up along his sandy body "Are you two alright?"

@Tetsu
@Algarus