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Jenza Ryiin

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Jenza Ryiin tore herself out of unconsciousness and tasted sand on her palette. She spit it out and wiped away the grains that had caked around her nose since she had fallen from her speeder. Examining her hand, afterwards, she noticed there was a smudge of blood as well. Her head was pounding and... and the Kid was missing. She cursed under her breath. Looking around, she could see no signs of the abductors. No signs of the little bundle she had been carrying before she wiped out.

An endless sea of sand stretched out in front of her. On the horizon, just over the tallest dunes, she spotted the silhouette of an old Star Destroyer. Her instincts told her that's where they were going. The downed hull was massive, easily able to hide a base for a group of vagabond swoop racers. But it would take days to get there without her speeder and she had left her ship back at Niima Outpost. Grunting against the pain, she pushed herself to her feet.

Can't walk all that way, she told herself. Not without water. Without transportation or food. I'll go back to Niima and fetch the X-Wing. Then, I'm gonna show those Weequay hell for what they did.

She was only partially referring to the Kid's kidnapping. Mostly, she was referring to the pain in her hip, which she had fallen on after her speeder exploded. Reluctantly, she turned back towards Niima Outpost and began to limp towards the faint outline of the distant tents. Her throat was dry, she was parched and thirsty, but her thoughts were elsewhere — on her X-Wing — and what she would do to those swoop racers when she caught up to them... @Rom
 

Corran Antilles

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Walking down the ramp of the Aegis while waving a negligent hand at the flurry of beeps and whistles emanating from the hold, Corran Antilles took one look at the wasteland of sand beyond the tent city surrounding Niima Outpost and had to fight the urge to turn right back around and head for orbit. Only the urging of the Force, prodding at the back of his mind with all the grace of an excited toddler, kept him moving out of the shade of his ship and onto the sun-baked sands. The Races had drawn eyes all across Hutt Space and the sight of the prize had sent the Knight scrambling to leave Slehyron as quickly as a handful of cash and lax customs officials would allow; and he was still late. Pulling his hood up Corran swiftly stepped around a pair of Eeopie at a watering trench and approached a gangly Twilek sitting in front of several barely functioning speederbikes. The Twilek spat off to the side and fixed Corran with a suspicious glare.

"Achuta... hi chuba da naga?

"Mi bosco de choppa chawa. Kava che copa?"

The Twi'lek named an outrageous figure, Corran snorted in disgust, and the age-old tradition of haggling commenced. Twenty minutes and three ration bars, a hydration capsule, and two hundred wupiupi later Corran was racing away from Niima Outpost on a two-seater the Force seemed to think would be less likely to collapse on him halfway through the trip - though the Morellian was not nearly as convinced. Closing his eyes as he guided the speeder over the dunes Corran breathed shallowly to avoid inhaling sand as he reached out toward the nova of Light that had guided him to Jakku of all places. He'd heard horror stories about this world from Grandmaster Skywalker and the Generals Dameron; endless wastes cluttered with wrecks of past battles, sinking sands and the scavengers that picked the wrecks clean. So far nothing they'd said had proved untrue, and he could only hope the visit was a short one.

Cresting a dune and wincing at the growing whine of the repulsorpod, Corran had only a moment to twist the speeder around a limping figure that rose up ahead of him like a mirage, its presence in the Force so faint next to the nova on the edge of his senses that he'd nearly ran them over. Cursing long and loud in what the figure may identify as Huttese, Mando'a, and Bocce, Corran pushed his goggles up and turned to look them over with an expression of careworn exasperation on his face.

" I didnt clip you, did I? I hope not because, unluckily for you, I didnt get the accident insurance on this rental and I really don't have the time to drive you back to Niima."
 

Jenza Ryiin

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Jenza hit the ground to avoid being made roadkill by the oncoming speeder. To say that she was displeased by the taste of sand in her mouth again would have been an understatement. She swung her head up to see what sleemo had nearly killed her, half-expecting to be met with some more Weequay filth, only to find her anger somewhat stunted by the sight of what she could only describe as a bearded monk sitting on the speeder.

"Fortunately for you," she said, managing to find her humor despite the situation, "no one out here would care enough about me to bother you much about an accident. And don't worry, I'm fine, just—" She spat out some more sand "—a little dusty." Now that she was less angry, she took a moment to scan him over. "Are you heading out on the dunes? Some kind of scavenger?" Then, she added with a tad more hope than she should have shown, "Mercenary?"

He certainly looked rugged enough to be one. Of course, she doubted one man could take down all those Weequay swoop gangsters; but, then again, it wasn't like she expected to march out of Niima Outpost with an army at her back. Half the scum in that town wanted the Kid for themselves. The other half would either rob or kill her. So, if one man was all she got, she wasn't going to complain. @Rom
 

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Narrowing his eyes slightly in recognition as he looked the young girl over, Corran shrugged and leaned back against the seat, effecting the air of smugly aloof nonchalance so typical of hired guns and mercs on the Rim with one hand resting casually on the hilt of a blaster pistol. Here was the winner of the Race limping through the dunes without her prize and hoping that the random stranger she'd met was a mercenary; even if Corran wasn't a betting man, and he most definitely was, it didn't take much to assume that the racer had found herself in a spot of trouble, and the youngling he hoped to rescue to Ajan Kloss was tied up squarely in the middle of it.

"You could say that, I suppose. It depends on the job most days. What say you hop on and tell me about it on the way to that wreck over yonder? And your name while we're at it; got to observe the niceties."

Waiting a moment for her to settle herself in the passenger seat, the Morellian Knight gunned the engines and set them speeding across the dunes toward the gutted remains of the Star Destroyer and the beacon of power hiding within it. Adjusting his goggles and tossing a comm earpiece to the girl, Corran turned his head to speak without slowing down, the speeder effortlessly dipping and curving around debris and dunes as they made the approach.

"I saw you win the prelims while I was on Sleheyron, you know. Made a bunch of Weequay in the Cantina I was in cry. Have you ever seen a crying Weequay? It's not a pretty sight, I promise you - I should up my fee just for making me experience it. Now the way I see things, you were walking through the desert looking like you'd had a brush with the Void with no prize in sight and looking to hire a Merc; someone did not appreciate you winning that race and made off with the Kid. How am I doing so far?"

Bringing the speeder to a halt on the edge of the debris field leading up to the Star Destroyer, his eyes tracing the Aurebesh lettering on the hull proclaiming it the Devastator with a snort, Corran snapped off the thigh holster of the DL-44 and handed it over to the girl. "Now I'm going to trust that you know how to use one of these things and that you're not going to shoot me in the back. Don't make me regret it, kid... and just let me do the talking, alright?" Shrugging a shining metal cylinder from over his shoulder, the haft extended out into a pike similar to an electrostaff, but there was no hum of electricity or sign that it had activated. Twirling the metal rod with a rueful grin, Corran stepped into the shadow of the Devastator without a sign of fear or hesitation.

@Malon
 

Jenza Ryiin

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Jenza spent most of the ride in silence. Mostly due to amazement and confusion. The man—whom she had decided what definitely not a mercenary, no matter what he said—seemed to know an awful lot about her. An uncomfortable amount, actually. But that wasn't what bothered her. What bothered her was that he knew about the Kid. Of course he knew about the Kid. What was it about that little thing? Everyone seemed to be after him. Or was it a "her"? She hadn't exactly checked.

As they neared the wreckage of the Devastator, she finally told him some of what he wanted to know. Her name was Jenza. Jenza Ryiin. She thought about lying, but he would know the truth. If he had seen her races, it wouldn't be hard to find a name. It wasn't until they reached the hollowed out Star Destroyer and he handed her a blaster pistol that she hesitated for the first time (which, in and of itself was awe inspiring considering what she had already been through).

"Just so we're clear," she said and made no effort to hide the whispered bark in her voice. "The Kid's coming with me. Bad enough that he was stuck in a cage for gods know how long. Last thing he needs is to be in the hands of another mercenary."

It was about this time that he—whoever he was, he hadn't exactly told her his name either—took out what she could only assume was some sort of electro-pike. She frowned. "You're going in there with that thing?" This time, she made no effort to conceal the roll of her eyes as she stomped passed the man into the wreckage. "Maybe I should do the talking."

Jenza eased into the wreckage and made a craft of slipping through tight spots and dodging around corners. It wasn't long before she heard noise echoing through the Star Destroyer and recognized the bleating of the Kid. Not crying, per say, but whatever the aliens were doing to it wasn't making it happy. She switched the safety off the blaster she'd been given... and realized that, somewhere in the ruins, she had left the mercenary behind.

Sighing, she peaked back around the corner she had just come from and whispered harshly, "Hey! Are you trying to set a record for the galaxy's slowest rescue, or are you gonna pick up the pace a little bit? Kid's up here somewhere." @Rom
 
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