Forests and Carpets

[Rev]

Hoorrkhukk, Kashyyyk
Mid Rim Territories, Kashyyyk System

"What do you mean you don't have any torsion valves?"

The spacer stuck his arms out in frustration as he stared across at the confused Zabrak woman. He could tell by her expression that she had no idea what it was he was talking about, let alone where he could find one in this jungle. Letting out a huff of frustration he turned on his heel, taking notice to the creeks that the wooden planks below his boot belted out as he walked to the edge of the canopy. He'd lean out over the rope fence and look down into the pit of darkness, wondering what just was down there aside from Wookiee's and other beasts that could only survive so far outside of civilization. Turning back he raised a brow at the merchant that began to gather up her things, he again brought her a question; hoping for a deal.

"...you have to have a power calibrator. Right?"

The woman only shook her head and he brought about the same reaction as he paced back and forth looking over the junk she did carry. Reaching out he picked up what looked like a wooden wrench and squeezed it with frustration in his hand, feeling it crack under his grip which resulted in a far different look than he had yet received from the woman. Throwing it back down on the table he leaned in and stared the woman down with contempt. If she thought he would buy whatever that hunk of crap was she was mistaken. Her gaze however went from man to beast as his posture returned to standing and felt the bulk of a Wookiee pressing up behind him. Turning he could only take in the sight of what had to be the second largest furball he'd ever set eyes upon grimacing down at him. The miscellaneous sounds that followed had to be a flurry of questions as it meant nothing to Zekk. Screaming up at the rug he expected an answer out of that which he didn't understand.

"I need supplies! I need to fix my ship... All she has is junk around here!!"

Taking a step towards the rope fence he'd previously been leaning on he was instead gripped by the Wookiee's powerful grasp and held in place. A big part of him itched to grab the blaster on his hip and show the Wookiee who really was in control, but something stopped him; something kept him in line. Allowing the creature to move him back to where he had stood he reached into his jacket pocket and extracted a cigarra, quickly lighting it up with a blue puff of smoke and exhaling it into the beast's face with some amount of cockiness behind it. His eyes traced over their surroundings, hoping the monster would attack or do something foolish; enough for him to strike it down, but it never came.

"...he wants you to pay me."

The wookiee crossed its arm in a more than relaxed way and smiled as best a giant dog could. Deciding it best to chalk this adventure up as a loss he reached into his lower jacket pocket and pulled out a credit chip and smacked it down on the table. Shaking his head as he walked away from the two he wondered where to go from here in this tree village. There couldn't be much for sales if their junker carried only wooden tools.

"Keep the change, you need it more than I."

He laughed and cast a final glance at the Wookiee, preferring not to forget this ones face.

 

[Kara Danvers]

"Thank you anyway!" Thar called out to the wookie, in their native tongue of Shyriiwook, a language she just happened to be quite familiar with.
Thar was disappointed that the Wookie was of little help, but at least know she could cross Kashyyyk off of the list. At least if she had a list she could. "Someday..someday I'll find you." She muttered under her breath, as she walked along one of the wooden bridges connecting the different tree houses and parts of the village.
She had originally come to this planet in hopes of finding her brother, she had remembered how much of a fan of wookies he was, and figured maybe he was hiding out amongst them. Yet just like all her other guesses and hunches, he wasn't there, and slowly it had begun to seem like she really didn't know her brother as well as she thought she did. As Thar walked back to the platform where she had parked her ship, a tall seemingly muscular wookie with dark brown braids approached her and with a series of growls and grunts asked, "You the one looking for the brother? Found man who might be him. Might you follow?"
Thar was surprised by the question, but seeing as it was chance, however slight it might be, she accepted, and was soon following after the tall wookie, her shorter legs having trouble keeping up with the wookie's long strides. As they seemingly got closer to where the man was, Thar started to picture her brother, or least what he might look like now; it had been eight years since she had last seen him, and hope continued to grow inside her as the wookie slowed their pace. However the man the wookie pointed at was not her brother, his face was wrong and there was no way Grimig would have that long of hair, he was too obsessed with his image to let himself grow it out. "That...that's not him. But thank you for asking. I do appreciate it." Thar said to the wookie, speaking a slightly botched Shryiiwook, her language skills affected by her disappointment.
The wookie shrugged and wandered off, leaving Thar standing there alone, disappointed, and watching the man who was supposed to be her brother.

 

[Rev]

As Zekk turned his back he suddenly felt eyes upon him, as if he were being searched from afar. Allowing the feeling to settle for that brief moment he took a few strides in the opposite direction the gaze was coming from before giving back a glance of his own. What he was met with was a young woman that had to be about the same age as himself, only her youth showed where his was hidden behind a heavy scruff of chin hair and what could only be assumed to be vehicle grease. Running a hand through his hair he gathered himself after the short argument and loss of credits finally left his mind. Narrowing his sight on the female that he found to still be watching him his hand again lowered to the blaster on his hip, it wasn't often he was watched by someone who wasn't "innocent."

Letting his hand continue past the weapon he brushed his leg as if he had an itch and instead walked down the opposite platform she had come from, intending to see if she followed. Bringing the cigarra he had almost forgotten to his lips he took a short pull from the spice and held in its content for a much longer period; the exhale showing almost no sign of the blue 'mist' this time around. It wasn't a rarity that he could take in the full inhale, but to a stranger it seemed to be an impressive feat for whatever reason. Even in that moment he felt more eyes on him as by-passers gave him a quick look before whispering. Brushing that familiar feeling aside he gave a peak over the edge, but in reality glanced back at his 'target' he was sure she was following him; but why?

It was in that very thought he caught a glimpse of something he never would have expected, durasteel. The makeshift shop was situated on the very platform he stood on with the broken down status of a junk shop or fresh upstarting merchant. Regardless, he could almost taste the deal he felt sure to find. Darting into the makeshift dwelling he looked around at the various parts and accessories, this was exactly what he was looking for. The Rodian behind the counter turned to face his customer and offered a nod of respect.

"Greetings!"

"...Aye."

Zekk poked around the establishment, trying to act uninterested and above all else not impressed. Picking up various items he looked them over before setting them down with a clang which resulted in the shopkeeper to mosey over and fix his mess. Smiling at the innocence he leaned against the wall which buckled some against his weight. Motioning his hand around the room he poised a question to the bugman.

"Anything I could repair a ship with in this fine establishment?"

He accented the one word that mattered to a shopkeeper and followed it with a menacing grin. The Rodian would not before rushing into the back of the shop, a curtain set up to separate the "back" from the "front." Meanwhile Zekk gave yet another peak to the doorway, half expecting the female to either be in the room or slipping in at any moment. Whoever she was and whatever she had planned, she didn't do a very good job of hiding it.

 

[Kara Danvers]

Thar tensed up when the man she was watching, the one she had hoped to be her brother, turned to look at her, his hand brushing past the blaster holstered to his leg, no doubtably a purposeful action. When he turned and walked away, Thar felt an urge to follow and see what he was up to; maybe he knew of her brother. However before she had made it a few steps in his direction, common sense kicked in and reminded her how creepy it is to follow a stranger. She stood still for a moment, her thoughts racing between following and not following him. On the one hand he could mistake her for a sith or he could be sith, which wouldn't make sense as all the sith she knew of were force users and carried lightsabers, plus she figured if he wanted to hurt her he would've done it by now. Probably. And on the other hand he could be a friendly person who knew where to find her brother. Granted that was highly unlikely, but if she didn't follow then she would never know.

As the man roamed further out of her sight, Thar made the decision to follow him, but stealthily, or as stealthily as she could muster. Moving quickly so as not to lose him, she walked along the wooden paths, careful to stay a good distance away. However it seemed he was on to her plan, as no longer than 5 minutes passed and he looked back, easily spotting her amongst the masses of wookies she was trying to blend in with. Stealth was never her strong suit. Thar was surprised when he, after spotting her and nodoubtably figuring out that she was following him, turned back around and headed into a shop. She followed suit until she was standing right in front of the shop door, debating between going in or not. Again this decision realized on the nature of the man she was for some strange reason, pursuing. If he was evil or mad or just plain hated being followed then going in would most certainly be a death wish, but if he was good or friendly, or at least civil, then she had a chance of being heard before he fired at her.

Figuring that she had gone this far and that she might as well go in, Thar opened the makeshift door and walked into the shop. Her eyes caught on the many accessories and parts displayed for sale, but more importantly she was looking for the man she was following. Thar did not see him, but a feeling in her gut told her that he was in there somewhere. After all, how big can a shop be?

 

[Rev]

It was almost instinctual his look to the door and what came next. As if on queue his look "opened" the door with an audible creek. It only took Zekk two step to get to the side of it, her pushing it open concealing his position from her prodding eyes. First her head peaked in and then her full body stood in the doorway. He gave the shopkeeper a quick check as well, the Rodian still behind the curtain in search of product. Before the woman could look in his direction he pounced her, his left hand reaching out with a powerful grip at her delicate throat and giving it a firm squeeze that was sure to catch her breath. If that didn't the force of his shoulder charge to press her against the frame of the building combined with that blaster she noticed poking at her stomach would. The pressing of his body against hers put them face to face and resulted in the "hut" shifting on its holds if only a few inches. Her hazel eyes would be met with deep green orbs of his own as he read her face in that quick instant; she was far too innocent looking to be a killer.

That thought didn't let up on the blaster which continued to poke at her side with some hostility. Freeing the grip on her throat he could see where his fingertips had clenched on her skin, the flush of blood relieving itself upon his release. That left hand pushed her right shoulder to keep her in place, any sort of sudden movement almost guaranteed the heavy blaster would go off as his finger applied half the pressure necessary on the hairline trigger under it. Keeping the lock on her eyes they told her everything he felt in that moment, and everything that could happen if she reacted to his own brashness.

"Zekk Coron, at your service..."

He pushed the pistol into her rib which he was sure would cause an ache to her core before again releasing the pressure.


"...and you are?"

At the close of his question a squeal would release from Zekk's rear, the Rodian no doubt. The creature covered its mouth and ducked beneath the counter before yelling out to the two what he had procured.

"I-I have supply! P-please n-not in my store!"

 

[Kara Danvers]

Thar was surprised when she was ambushed by the man, but then again she didn't hold it against him, as he didn't know her, nor did he know she was friendly. As he held her in place, his blaster pushing into her side, his hand on her throat, Thar debated removing him with a force push, but the look in his eyes told her that anything she did that could be taken as hostile, would result in a bullet wound. She was glad when he let up on her throat, and could feel the oxygen rushing back through her veins again, however the pistol still remained wedged into her, moved towards her ribcage for extra discomfort and aching. When the man introduced himself as Zekk Coron, she was relieved to find that she did not know him, nor had she heard of him before, which was relieving, as it meant she had a chance to convince him against shooting. Quickly following his name, he asked hers, and right before Thar could answer, a squeal came from behind Zekk, emanating from the Rodian shopkeeper.

Watching his actions, Thar felt bad he was in distress and before addressing Zekk, called out, "Everything will be all right sir, my friend and I were just have a small...dispute, but it will not affect you or your shop, I will be sure of that."

Her calm hazel eyes glanced back at Zekk, meeting the deep green eyes of his. "Might we take this elsewhere?" She asked, hoping the man had enough sense to listen to her, if not, she could be more persuasive, she just would rather she didn't have to be.

Then remembering his question she added, "I'm Thar...Thar Stellarwar."

 

[Rev]

The desperation in the Rodian's voice was enough to draw his attention away from Thar for a moment. But it wasn't until her voice broke the tension in attempts to ease the alien's burden that he felt the sorrow of being in the wrong if only slightly. The jabbing weapon at her side ended its prodding and he dropped it to his side and finally holstered it. Looking in the Rodian's direction he shouted back at the creature in an attempt to still broker a deal with him.

"I'll be back for those pieces! Docking ramp 448-T. Send anything to repair a faulty cluster and the credits will be taken care of by administration."

Gripping Thar's wrist when some strength he pulled at her and moved to the door. If she fought his grip would only tighten and the force applied doubled, in the moment he was being 'nice.' She asked for his presence elsewhere and he would take her to where he felt comfortable. The adventure wouldn't be long as his movement would take her out the door and deeper down the path until a jut in one of the large wroshyr trees showed itself and he tucked into its dark corners. He'd be sure to put her back to the tree so he could pull away if need be. Releasing the grip at long last he motioned his head at where they had come from.

"Hey! I was taking care of business in there, and don't need some..."

He looked her up and down and his arms flailed while shrugging as if searching for the correct term but unable to find the word he wished for.

"...girl tailing me! What was that about?"

He ran his hand against his chin, the stubble on it grinding against his fingers like sandpaper to a point that it could nearly be heard. Crossing his arms and slouching a bit as if he were getting more relaxed he looked around the area for anything out of place.

"...Thar Stellarwar?"

He practically muttered the name under his breath, but enough that she was sure to hear it. The name meant nothing to him as he searched her face, trying to find some semblance of why she was on his tracks. The galaxy was far from a friendly place, especially in these parts; having a stranger watching and 'stalking' you was usually a sure fire way of ending up enslaved or worse. She seemed different though as he looked on, something didn't feel right.

 

[Kara Danvers]

Thar was gratefully when Zekk stopped digging his blaster into her side, and was equally glad when he decided to take her advice to deal with things elsewhere. However him dragging her along by her wrists was not something she was grateful for, and Thar planned to make that known as soon as she was sure he wasn't going to try to kill her. Generally it didn't help to insult someone who wanted you dead, that would only make things worse. When he pushed her into a corner by a tree, releasing his grip, Thar pulled her arms away, moving them to her sides, careful not to let her fingers brush against her lightsaber too much to give a sign that she was going to attack, which she wasn't, at least not right this second.

Her eyes examined Zekk as he addressed her, narrowing her brows ever so slightly when he referred to her as a girl, she wasn't that young, and she wasn't stalking him, she was just...following him. Thar tried to reply, in an attempt to justify her actions, however no sound came out as she really didn't have a good way to justify them. Eventually words popped out, and she said, "I thought you were my brother, at first, but then you weren't. But then I figured maybe you knew him as he disappeared and you look like someone who wants to disappear, or at least appear that way, so I wasn't tailing you, I was just...trying to catch up to you to ask you if you knew him."

She shrugged her shoulders as she spoke, knowing that she wasn't justifying her actions, but hoping that maybe he would understand, or at least pretend to understand.

 

[Rev]

((Sorry for delay, been a crazy week.))

His grip on her loosened for only a moment before he finally pushed her away and took a big step backwards. Hearing her speak of her own brother only brought on memories of his own; memories he had long tried to forget. The thought of being able to find his brother was a wish he had long cast aside; knowing his fate.. Seeing his fate. Looking at this young woman made him wonder if she truly wanted to find whoever her brother was; if he was gone there was a reason for it.

"I'm not your brother."

The words snapped from his mouth like a whip striking flesh. They weren't sugar coated and didn't intend to bring her any comfort. If anything he wanted to push the thought out of her mind as he had tried so many times to do on his own.

"If you can't find him, he doesn't want to be found..."

He paused for only a second to let the words settle into her mind, but breaking the silence before she had a chance to retaliate.

"...or he's already gone."

The final word was just that: final. A way of expressing what Zekk thought about the situation and where he truly was. Reaching into his jacket he extracted another cigarra and lit the rankweed with another puff on blue smoke. Looking her up and down his eyes narrowed as he posed another question, this one not holding the spite his last comments had.

"...what're you? Some kinda Jedi?"