The Mighty Jungle

[Halixon]

Vihlu took the controls and slowly moved the vehicle out of the garage and down into the forest. She set her geologic surveillance map on the dashboard and pressed a few buttons on it before it made a metallic, digital clicking sound. While fidgeting with her tail she set the vehicle on a sort of auto-pilot, in accordance to her surveillance map. "So are neither of you a Darth?" she said, looking back at the two Sith.

 

[Yollm]

Rook would be the first to admit that she didn't particularly like being in cramped spaces - no, no, she wasn't afraid of them, but they just.. they felt so restricting, didn't they? It felt like she needed to claw her way out. Conversation helped alleviate this particular.. itch.. so she indulged herself, allowing Galahdrim to field the Moff's first question while she turned her attention to the trader as she turned around. The question itself made her eyebrows raise.

"So are neither of you a Darth?"

She blinked once, twice, then burst into a fit of giggles, seeming to collapse in on herself as she did so, tucking her legs up near her chest in her seat, forehead coming to rest on her knees as her whole body shook. it took her a solid 10 seconds before she began to quiet back down, waving a hand in the air as if it were a flag of surrender. "Ahaha- ah, ha, oh, no, dear, I apologize, I'm not laughing at you. I've just never.. hm.. hehe.. never heard that asked in such a manner before. Are either of us Darth.. oh, dear. No, no, neither of us are Sith Lords. Yet." She'd sober up a bit, looking intently at the Farghul before grinning once more. "We're what is colloquially known as "Marauders", warriors of the Force and... hmm. I'd call us "opportunists." Yes, that sounds good. We take on tasks we deem beneficial to us. Luckily for you two, this assignment was deemed as such and.. here we are." She'd sweep her arms out to motion to the whole gang, nearly swatting Galahdrim in the head in the process.

"Honestly, if a Sith Lord were here, I'd be concerned. That would mean something truly dire was going on, in most cases. Or maybe they'd just be bored. Who knows?" She'd lower her arms at that, shrug, and return back to lounging in her seat, head turning to peek out the window once more.

 

[Halixon]

Vihlu frowned at the Sith's response. "Forgive me, I don't have any experience with Sith. I've only heard stories." She said with a slight annoyance in her tone, as her tail lashed. She turned back to the controls of the vehicle, turning the autopilot off. "Would you mind marking on the geologic map where exactly this crash is, Moff? That is, provided you actually know where it is?" she said, almost in a mocking tone. A few more clicks and button presses on the map opened a display that was titled 'Pinpoints' in aurebesh.

 

[Shax]

Daedalus lightly chuckled at the smugglers remarks about the Sith, and then laughed a little more as The Rook laughed herself. So far the mission was off to a good start, the Sith hadn't gotten any hurt feelings over a Smugglers ignorant remarks, emotions weren't high, yet. The Smuggler asked for a separate map location for the crashed ship and silently Daedalus obliged his navigator by inserting the last known coordinates of the crashed ship into a terrain map. He wondered how long it would be until they would have to walk, it probably wouldn't be long considering the density of the jungle, he should probably clear more paths, he thought to himself. Though they would almost immediately get covered over again he immediately rebuked himself.

Daedalus looks back slightly at the Rook an asks her, and by proxy Galahadrim "So tell me, what do the Sith really do? That's a broad question my apologies, a better one would be, what do you Sith do?" He specificially points at the two Sith behind him "Whats the story of the Rook and the formidable mountain of muscle I have in my backseat?" Hopefully this line of questions will expose some secrets he could use on the two Sith, though it is really just a way to gather information about the Sith that he happens to be sorely lacking in.