Ship Hunting in Kuat.

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Right..." He holstered his blaster. "You've got skills I could use, and I think I might be able to do a better job protecting you than you do yourself...at least from what I can tell so far. Slicing and piloting would be useful. Job would pay well too." He offered, and waited on her reply. "I don't think I'll be purchasing this ship...so lets make up your mind quick so I can get away from it before people start asking to many questions."

 

[Sreeya]

Her jaw dropped behind the helmet. She blinked at him curiously, completely confused. There was a moment of silence. He was so nonchalant about this! She finally realized she had to answer him back.

"I um..okay...I suppose.."

At this point, anything sounded better than being suspected all around. She pushed her hair back into the helmet. She said nothing further on the topic, only giving the Mandalorian a long, hard look. She motioned for him to walk out.

"I think we can go outside now..the others are probably getting suspicious.."

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Yes, can't have rumors that a good looking mandalorian was caught spending time with a beautiful chiss girl." He said with a chuckle before hitting the open button. As the two stepped outside the group was, as he suspected still waiting there, unless a few had left, he really didn't notice at this point.

"Alright, well everythings been filed with Sec force, and despite my bounty license they've asked me to...what was it...keep my nose out of it? Yes, we'll say that. Anyway, Mr. Cruise, you said this was your ship that your looking to sell?"

 

[Ash]

Having watched the Mando run off with the suspected Chriss, Vel'ku took this time to observe what all needed fixing.

The Falleen was a bit upset at the fact it looked more like an attempted rig then a simple malfunction. She quickly settled herself and began working on the rig. Vel'ku looked over to the woman and cloaked man not paying much mind to them as she tinkered with the navicomputer and anything else her nimble hands could get a grasp on and play with.

She wondered what exactly was going on in the room with the Chriss and the Mando. . . Hopefully nobody was dead. She heard the Mando ask the cloaked man a question, but she continued tinkering. She had no reason to talk yet.

 

[Miranda]

Nuné Talar had been swearing a plethora of curses inside her own mind as everything had swiftly unfolded and then folded up again.
She had in fact not just appeared out of nowhere, but had been perousing the various wares and mechanical bits of the stalls outside the ship when the whole commotion between the Mandalorian and the Chiss had erupted. It had been most auspicious that her disguise had left her mostly unnoticed.
The Imperial Knight come refugee-scavenger in her filthy tan and brown poncho had tried her very best to aid the Chiss woman in creating a distraction for her to get away. But all that seemed in vain now as the Mandalorian had pulled her into one of the ship's compartment holds and shut the door.
She would have attempted a ballsy rescue...cut the door open with a flaring intensity with her lightsaber. But she was undercover, and she couldn't afford to be noticed while on assignment, especially this deep in Alliance territory.
For the moment, she merely sat there, allowed things to proceed and gave the situation her utmost attention. It was indeed a very strange gathering of people she had found herself in... and she swore in her mind again.
As the Mandalorian and Chiss emerged from the compartment, there seemed to be no more air of tension between them. They seemed to have made amends on some term or another.
"...well...I best be on my way, apologies again for causing such a mess..."
Nuné decided she would keep a close eye on the group, and follow them if they left the ship.

 

[Savior]

((This thread gives me eternal writers block. Nowhere else. Just this thread. lol.))

Letting a long sigh hang from his lips, Casval just shook his head in exhaustion as the two slipped into the ship for a little talk. This was just plain tiring and completely not how he usually handled things. Damn it, the Sith were making him desperate. The former Knight did not like how things were going. With how everything was going it would probably be simpler to stop with the masquerade and just reveal his intentions. Hopefully it wouldn't backfire on him.

Before too long the couple emerged from the ship, and not a moment too soon either. Casval was about to start fidgeting with impatience. So uncharaistic of him!

Considering the question for a few long moments in silence, he finally let out a long breath and looked at both the Mandalorian and the Chiss, turning his back to the Knight. "Look," he began in a low voice. "We're all obviously trying to steal this ship. Or at least two of us are." He briefly glanced at the armored woman before turning the bulk of his attention back to the warrior. "Perhaps you really are trying to buy a ship. In which case you're a good man. Nonetheless I propose that we all join up temporarily and take it. We can discuss what to do with it later on." The gambit had been made. Hopefully they really were trying to steal the ship like he thought. He really didn't feel like fighting Kuat security today.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"You do what you need, I'm mandalorian we aren't petty thieves." he said, the distaste obvious in his voice. "That being said, I'll be purchasing my ship today, and this one isn't something I'm interested in." he said heading off the ship, before the real owner of the ship came by and saw the mess. He wondered if the chiss would follow along or simply make a run for it, his offer was real, assuming she didn't try to steal his ship...then he'd have to hunt her around the galaxy, he imagined.

 

[Savior]

Oddly enough a wave of relief washed over Casval as th Mandalorian decided to leave. If his senses served him right the Chiss girl would follow too. A Chiss in Alliance territory couldn't afford to turn down allies. That meant that the two to witness his epic fail attempt at a con would soon be out of the picture. What a relief! He didn't like having reminders of these kind of humiliating failures around.

Completely dropping the fascade, the giant of a man stalked up the boarding ramp. Immediately he saw the socially awkward engineer messing around with the ship. It was amusing to see that none of the people that had gathered here had an inkling of respect for someone else's property. They all just kinda barged in at one point or the other, not caring that the vessel belonged to. It was absolutely shocking that security never came to see what was going on.

"Casval Bright." He casually said, as he knelt down beside her, momentarily observing what it was she was doing. It was a calculated risk dropping his real name here. After all, anyone that had done their homework could use his name to track see that he had been an Imperial Knight, and for all he knew she could be an assassin. But he grew weary of thinking that everyone was a possible assassin. He decided to go out on a limb here and assume that she wasn't.

It would really suck however if she did turn out to actually be one though. How ironic would that be?

"My name that is." Crooking the corner of his thin lips up, he flashed her one of his charming smiles.

 

[Sreeya]

"But I.."

She sighed, gloomily following the Mandalorian. She wanted this god damned ship. She looked over, spotting the woman working on her rigged work. The Chiss grinned behind her helmet. She had made it so it would be almost impossible for an overdrive. It was truly time to see if her hours of effort would amount to something.

She was not at all thrilled to be stuck with the Mandalorian, but it was better than being caught by everyone and their sister, who for some reason, gathered upon this particular ship. If she did not have to pay for a ship, she could live with that. Once she and the man were out of earshot, she spoke to him.

"Where uh..where do you plan on going?"

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"To get a good ship...what did you want that one for?" He asked curiously. "I know of decent war ships, but that one wasn't really outfitted for battle..." He said as they walked. "And what're your plans? You don't have to stay with me of course...like I said though, I can always use a good pilot and a slicer. It'd pay well too..." He spoke as they passed several ship docks each holding a different vessel. Eventually he stopped at a new craft, and pulled up it's schematics via a show-room styled holomap.

"Hmm...lots of guns, decent maneuverability and a couple extra cabins I can turn into holding cells..." he said thinking aloud.

 

[Ash]

Vel'ku looked at the man who'd addressed her for a moment, "Vel'ku of the Falleen people. Pleasure, mister Bright." she focused back onto the ship she was now working on.

The Chriss had played a lot of fun with the ship. Vel'ku really wasn't in that great a mood to fix all the Chriss had done, if she had a blaster she would have just shot damned thing.
Turning to the man once more. "How may I serve you?" she asked with an attempted smile that probably made her look like she was about to break in half if she kept trying. Vel'ku was an imbecile at emotions of other life-forms. It just wasn't something the Falleen knew, or wanted to know most the time.

 

[Savior]

Seeing the "smile" that the Falleen flashed him, Casval burst into laughter. His training had taught him to control his emotions, but it was too much. It was as if the mere effort of trying to display some emotion was threatening to break her. With an amused smile decorating his tanned face, the Imperial just shook his head.

"You're an engineer, correct? As it turns out I'm in need of someone with such expertise." Leaving it at that, he let his words hang in the air for her to consider.

 

[Ash]

"You laughed? Do I amuse you?" Vel'ku asked as politely as she could, she wasn't meaning to sound mad if she did. It was just her. "I am an engineer and I am looking for work. Seems we fit to each others need."
She pulled herself from the part she'd been working on, Kickee poking out of his carrier. Vel'ku glared at him and he retreated back into the small carrier, and likely back to sleep. She dusted off herself and looked back at Mister Bright, she kept an attempted smile but it really did feel more painful then she thought.

 

[Savior]

"Yes," He admitted. "You do actually."

Tossing his head to the side as he stood, he shook the bangs from his crystalline eyes. "I must warn you though, that it's dangerous work." Taking a step towards the ship's entrance, he peered down the ramp to make sure that no one was there before continuing. "I'm the leader of an independently acting Imperial faction fighting against the Sith." Turning towards the awkward Falleen, he stood there for a moment just looking at her, wondering if it was morally okay to bring her into this. Did the ends really justify the means? "Before we go any further I just want to say that I can guarantee your safety if you join me."

Turning away, he looked outward onto the docking bay. He needed to avert his eyes from her, else he risk changing his mind. He felt guilty bringing an innocent civilian into his mess, but she had skills that he needed. That the galaxy needed.

Oh what a slippery slope he was walking down.

 

[Ash]

"I can't fight. Just fix and hack. That's it, nothing more or less." Vel'ku was blunt and as forward as she could really be, giving another attempted smile. Drastically failing, her eye twitched as she tried, thankful he had turned around.
Vel'ku wished she was better at other things, but she really wasn't. Hacking, rigging, whatever they call it here, and fixing up people.
She didn't even know how to pilot.

Slowly she approached the man who had a bit more then two feet of height on her. She looked up at the man to see what a reaction people have to this situation.

 

[Savior]

"Regrettably, my enemies care little if you can fight or not." Feigning a weak smile, Casval turned to the short alien at his side, a mixture of sympathy and grief dancing in his glowing blue eyes.

Was this what it was like to fall to the Dark Side Casval wondered. Ignoring small evils to achieve what you believed to be a greater good? Shaking his head, he banished such thoughts from his mind. It was irrelevant. He was cut off from the Force, falling to the Dark Side was impossible for him. He'd just have to trust in his judgments like any other person did.

"So," Drowning the down-trodden emotions in a lake in the deeper reaches of his heart, he flashed a charming smile. "Would you have any objections to borrowing a ship? Now of course when I say borrow I mean take without any intention of ever returning it." Curling his lips back until his pearly teeth flashed, he gave her a quick wink.

 

[Ash]

"I don't care what they do. I'm telling you what I do." Vel'ku picked up a small part on the ground and tossed it into the heap that looked like technology threw-up. "I don't think it's a good idea to steal a persons ship. Don't you people normally react with "anger" to that?" Vel'ku's head tilted to the side as she addressed Mr. Bright. He was an interesting character.

Why is he smiling? Vel'ku's brow lifted only slightly at the thought, but she didn't let it show for long.

 

[Savior]

"Perhaps." Moving his hand to his chin, he went to stroke a goatee that he no longer had and stopped, allowing his arm to drop down to his side. "But I've never been angry when I've stolen someone else's ship. And if I'm not angry and you're not angry, there's not much of an issue, now is there? And we won't know if they're angry or not since we'll be gone, and if they are so long as we're still not around to become the target of said anger then we're okay. Makes sense?"

 

[Ash]

"If that's how human society sees it and you, human Mr. Bright, now dictates what I do, then I assume it's fine. I can fix about any ship, and if I can't I'll know how by the end of the day." Vel'ku offered a small lavender hand to Mr. Bright and gave another attempted smile, showing her fine white teeth. It didn't last but a second, beyond that actually hurt her face.

There was a long road ahead, but Vel'ku decided the only thing to do was to fix the bumps and keep going forward. Hopefully, the dream of finally being "Vel'ku" would come true. Finally having a family, friends, her own life. Or a quick and unmarked burial would happen. Either way, she felt. . . Excited? Maybe that was the word for this feeling.

 

[Savior]

Flashing a smile in return to hers, he stepped forward and took her hand, leading her down the boarding ramp. "Let's put this knowledge of ships you have to the test. You'll be selecting the ship we leave this planet on." Flicking his icy eyes quickly to the left and right, he made note of a small group of guards far off speaking to a droid. It seemed luck was with them. Although some minor attention had been called to the docks, they themselves had attracted none.

"We'll need a ship that packs a lot of speed." Digging his booted heel into the durasteel floor, he spun to face her. "The ship doesn't have to have a lot of weaponry on it, but it needs to be able to be modified to carry a formidable armament. After all, once we finish our escape from here we're going to suit it up for use in our navy.

"Ready to lead the way?"