Open Coruscant Chicken?

[Juniper]

Pyke? Crimson Dawn? On Coruscant? That'd be the day. Though honestly, Nara knew little of what the usual criminals were up to. She'd been deliberately away from the politics of the Galaxy for a while, particularly the criminal kind. Besides, her days as a teenage tearaway were long behind her.

"No idea. I'd say small-time, but it was only a hunch. No biggie. Maybe it's a new crew and the waistcoat is their thing." That made her smirk. The only real way anyone could think it was a good idea to wear one of those was part of some stupid gang initiation. Nobody was blind enough to think they looked good in one.

Then the kid started talking. And talking. And taaaaaaaaaaaaaaalking.

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Nara stood, a little wide-eyed at his utter inability to stop. Her eyes flicked over to the Mando, just checking that she wasn't seeing things. Over to the Rodian, in case he started turning into a pink rancor and shown her she'd taken something strange. Nope, just kept going.

Okay. I think I'm done here.

"Yeaaah. Good luck with that one," she said quietly to the Mando as she turned to leave the store, striding out before the kid could notice and make sad eyes at her. The store had proven to be an utter disappointment, in more ways than one.

/Exit thread

 

[Taldorak Trenessar]

"Yeah.. guess that checks out." Tal mused in response to her guess of the front. "Either that or it's some frat thing." he'd add with a laugh. In the back of his mind, he planned to torture the everlasting Haran out of waistcoat guy just to find out who he was working for. Then he'd likely kill him in the slowest way possible and keep the body displayed in the waistcoat. Maybe. Orrr... he'd just kill the guy and leave the waistcoat in tatters as some sort of message. Depended on the day.

And just like Nara, he could not believe the motormouth running on that kid. Holy Haran. Even if he chopped that thing off, he knew the gods would find away to keep that damn trap going. And going. And goooooiiiinnggggg. "You kidding me?" he'd whisper back. "I'm getting the kriff outta dodge." He'd step out with her while the kid's back was turned and he was just going on and on about a guy named Red. "See ya around, Dala." Little did he know, he would.

Eventually, he'd double back for Preef, but ho boy.. He needed to do some killing to get right after this.

/Exit thread.

 

[Tacovean Delminar]

Spoiler: Music IC [Recurring]

Well it turned out that the method in which Taco the Talker got his talk interrupted was by witnessing his new friends shift away from him and head down one of the aisles. That meant no longer having ears to hear his tongue so he stepped away from the clerk, who rolled her eyes, and scoped out his friendos.

Do they want more crap? Didn’t I tell them not to shop here? Maybe they need more tech advice? Wait what the hey— “You guys leavin’? You don’t wana hear the rest of the story? I was getting to the best part!” There was that part about Red running a less than legal operation in Red’s Roads that the Mando could strong-arm and the four of them could take it over and make some buckwheat!

“Yeah whatever this place sucks anyway so let's bounce. Hey guys? Guys? Hey lemme at least get your com numbers!” Taco fumbled into his hoody for his own comlink when the datapad fell out of it.

“Excuse me, sir!” Waistcoat dork called with crossed brows. “Did you come in with that?”

“Huh?” Taco froze. “Oh, this?” Retrieved the datapad and put it back in the pocket where it belonged. “Yeah it was a gift from Grandma she died choking noodles and HEY WATCH OUT FOR THE RANCOR”

With that, Taco pointed behind the employee, spun around and took off running. “WAIT FOR ME GUYS”

[END THREAD]​