Sith Academy Delivery

[ZabrakBustati]

Bustati, dressed in plain black garb, with one pants leg rolled up revealing her mech-leg, walked along the broadening path that eventually led to the Docking bay. The only lingering presence of her step was the tracks left undecidedly by her mech-leg that had an ever slight creek at the hinge of the knee. She looked to the scrap of paper that allegedly had writing on it and sneered, "Better off reading, Huttese." Ever seen an engorged slug write? It was hardly if ever legible. She looked around the bay as she arrived and thought about that lesson on the Force, emotion...passion...How about utter frustration?! Just then the image of a red haired blue eyed human flickered through her mind. Amber orbs shifted about within their sockets looking for this individual through slightly gritted teeth. As she glanced about her hand rubbed the back of her head, scratching along her dark threads, brushing ever slightly over the tip of two of her horns, jutting out from her skull. She hoped that this individual wasn't late, and proceeded to move forward as she searched.

 

[EmilyHuene]

Of all the humiliating things Rico had ever done in her life, she never thought for a moment that she'd be end up being a delivery girl. It was bad enough that she was a mere taxi driver, but now she wasn't even flying a real person. As she sat in the cockpit of her Lambda-class shuttle, she rubbed her eyes and groaned as the realization of her life came over her. Rico decided to take a moment to check the inventory in the cargo hold, so she left the room and headed down. She scrolled through the list of boxes and made sure everything was accounted for, and then lazily went back up to the cabin.

When the timer went off she pulled the ship out of hyperspeed and began preparations to land at the academy. She'd never been to Korriban, but that didn't bother her. She wasn't going to stay there long anyway. Plus, she promised herself she'd go wherever the galaxy opened up to her. Today, she was in dark territory. Places that took a lot of paperwork to get through; she hated going through the border alliance. Man they were stubborn.

Slowly the shuttle came to the hanger bay and she folded the flight wings. When the ship was docked she shut off the engines and lowered the ramp to the hold. Rico picked up her hat she'd laid out on the co-pilot's chair and tucked some of her stray red hair into it. She was wearing a black Czerka-employee jacket, and underneath that was her red flight suit. Out of procedure, she fastened a holster to her leg and then loaded her pistol. A woman couldn't be too careful after all.

Rico walked out of the ship and flipped open the spreadsheet she was required to have someone sign. Hesitantly, she looked around to see who was coming. She whistled uncomfortably and bit her lower lip. Ahead of her she saw a Zabrak woman with what appeared to be a mechanical leg, all dressed in black. A Sith no doubt. Now she was really uncomfortable. God she hoped she wasn't going to die....

"Oh um....hello? I'm here on behalf of Czerka.....Are you um......Am I in the right place?"

 

[ZabrakBustati]

Bustati seemed to have a look of annoyance permanently plastered over her facial features as she finally spotted the red head. Her gaze shifted to the heap of...ship. She gave a nod, acknowledging the presence of both the iron clout and the woman. "Speak with that sort of insecurity and you might miss your departure." She stated with humor? Korriban was certainly not a place for weaklings, and based on surroundings a bit dry climate wise. So surely dark dry humor was a thing, right? Then again perhaps it was yet another uncomfortable truth of the place.

"Relax, your in the right place." She stated, "I was sent to sign the paperwork, though...where is the cargo?" She knew if she didn't have it all accounted for on her return to the academy it would be her hide quite literally, and there was an anxiousness in her amber hues. "Yes, take your time, the Sith will take their time too should things not occur in a timely fashion." She stated with a smirk that seemed to turn rather cruel at the tail ends of her lips. The rage festered within, ever stoked by the fires of hate for the galaxy at large. After all it was not her who was impatient, but more so her Masters, who expected her to be prompt in all work done under the foot.

 

[EmilyHuene]

"Speak with that sort of insecurity and you might miss your departure."

A tiny squeak escaped her throat at the threat...joke...even still she didn't like it. The girl looked like she really didn't want to be there. Not that Rico blamed her. She may have been the low floor worker on the food chain but Rico somehow got the feeling this other girl was too.

"Relax, your in the right place. I was sent to sign the paperwork, though...where is the cargo?"

"It's in...." she pointed to the ship, "in the cargo hold. I can um....go grab them?" Rico had no idea why she was offering her services; those boxes looked heavy. Really heavy.

"Yes, take your time, the Sith will take their time too should things not occur in a timely fashion."

Another squeak came from her and she practically threw the datapad to the Sith girl and ran back to the ship so she could get to work. Thankfully she realized the workers who'd loaded the shipment had left the hoverpad so all she really had to do was lift them onto the cart. It took her about three boxes before her back began to strain. She groaned loudly and thought to herself, "Oh how did I get into this mess...."

 

[ZabrakBustati]

Bustati found her squeak amusing, and thought of poking the girl with spiked words once more, just to hear it once more, but no apparently some even more amusing replaced such a pathetic noise, words. Words that spoke of helping her carry crates that weighed a ton, and was surely not a one man job in the first place. Then there was yet another squeak and Bustati had to catch the datapad with a bit of hovering aid from the Force.

Red fingers with talon nails wrapped around the instrument's edge as she went to sign the name of an acolyte different from herself, just in case something was wrong with the goods, which she most certainly would make sure their was. Regardless, she was not about to take that blame, no in fact passing the heat to the imbecile who laughed at her during their swimming trial seemed to be a far better idea.

She glanced up from the data pad to see the girl struggling with a box that she honestly had no business lifting, but still the amusement was worth the lack of action on her part so she watched a bit longer before finally glancing to the rays of sun beaming down on them. Enough time had passed. She proceeded forward and let the anger flow forth. Anger regarding at how heavy these damn crates were, and why they were giving the bulk of the shipment, no all of it, to her to move back to the academy. "Move." She ordered.

She raised her hand, there was a bit of a quiver, and shakily though successfully the crate Rico had been trying to lift levitated and was set down to the cart. "There." She snorted.

She looked to Rico and then stepped by there surveying the contents. She grinned and opening the box she broke what appeared to be some training utensil and then closed it. "Hmph...looks all well and good, doesn't it?" She moved to untie the purse from her belt and readied it to hand over to Rico, though tauntingly held it out of reach.

 

[EmilyHuene]

"Move."

Rico hurriedly stepped out of the way of the girl and stood there awkwardly tapping her foot. The girl then began to lift the boxes with the Force and Rico watched with envious eyes. Man that looked so cool! She was jealous. But aside from all of that, it would have been really nice to simply not do the work.

"There."

"I um...wow! Thanks. That was a huge help. I mean...wow I wish I could do that. Just wow. I mean I've met a Jedi or two, and this one dark ex-Sith or something, I forget what she said her name was. She works for Czerka now. She was totally scary. I was sitting there and like-"

Rico suddenly stopped as she realized that the girl wasn't even paying attention to her. She took a step closer, wanting to know what was inside as well. She looked over the girl's shoulder and then quickly jumped back when she turned around.

"Hmph...looks all well and good, doesn't it?"

"Oh yeah..um...great." She started to reach out to take it and would stretch her arm as far as it would reach without taking a step forward. It was obvious the girl was baiting her, and inside it really annoyed her. But she knew she couldn't do anything about it.

 

[ZabrakBustati]

Bustati gave a nod as the girl replied in an agreeing fashion. Good they were on the same page. "This conversation never happened, if anything you spoke to an Acolyte named Rolland, he's a Croke, he has an uncouth mouth, and drules uncontrollably...Fail to acknowledge such facts, and I'm afraid the blame for damaged goods will lead straight back to you." Sometimes the Force was excessive, sometimes a cunning mind did just the trick. "And that would be quite a shame wouldn't it?" It was obvious she feigned sympathy for the meat that stood in her presence, but she did want the girl to know that at this very moment her life was in the balance. The girl's weakness was unappealing, her prattle annoying, and her dress...really soar on the eyes, but still Bustati managed to find her useful. Still she withheld the purse from Rico's grasp.

 

[EmilyHuene]

"This conversation never happened, if anything you spoke to an Acolyte named Rolland, he's a Croke, he has an uncouth mouth, and drules uncontrollably...Fail to acknowledge such facts, and I'm afraid the blame for damaged goods will lead straight back to you."

It was then that Rico really understood what was going on. They were stealing. From Czerka. Well, technically from the Academy at this point since Bustati had signed the receipt. But nonetheless, they were stealing.

Now Rico's past wasn't a clean slate, but at least she could honestly say she'd never stolen from someone before. She played fair and lost just the same. So now, looking at the Sith holding the purse out to her, her conscience was nowhere to be found. Maybe it was time Rico got rewarded.

Determined, she took a step forward and would grab the purse from the girl and take it back. If this was some sort of test, she'd failed. Or passed. She wasn't sure. She'd regret it later, when the guilt caught up with her, but now she was going in strong.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Mister Rolland."

 

[ZabrakBustati]

Bustati gave a smile and a nod. "Pleasure is all mine." She responded darkly as she let the purse slip into Ricco's hand. Though neither were stealing from the academy, they would still get their goods, just damaged and with only one person to point the finger at, not her. She was just thinning the heard of acolytes so to speak. Getting rid of the pests by taking advantage of the Acolytes schedule. She moved out of the Hanger using the force's aid to move the cargo where she needed it leaving Rico to her devices.

 

[EmilyHuene]

Rico watched the girl leave and she all of a sudden let out a sigh of relief; she hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath. It them came over her that Rico really wanted to just get out of there. So, she turned around and ran up the ramp of her ship and pressed the 'Close' button on the wall as quickly as she could. Somehow, the large ramp seemed to creep up in the slowest way possible.

Finally with a solid barrier between her and the rest of the world Rico sunk to the floor and banged the back of her head to the metal frame. She was still clutching the purse in her hands. Rico looked down and opened it. Gold credits. Oh dear. Why did it have to be so tempting.

"What am I going to do?!" She whined loudly to her ship. Obviously no answer came. "I should report this. I should tell someone. But.....who?"

She thought about it for several minutes. A thought then clicked I'm her head and she was up on her feet and running to the other side of the ship. Minutes later she was blasting her way out of the academy and as far as the planet as she could. In the seat to her right was the stolen purse. It was staring at the deepest pits of her guilt and she didn't even want to look at it. Funny thing about debts, it made you do really stupid things.