It's Just Business

[Tzeentch]

"Get! Get, you blasted lil' nerf-herder!"

Stumbling quickly down the ramp of the YV-545 light freighter, a man rushed away before turning back to gesture rudely back up the ramp, throwing in a few words as well. However, he soon decided that it would be best to depart, with a frightened look upon his face, when an angry Shistavanen came down the ramp, waving her stun baton around threateningly, "An' stay outta here!"

With the ruffian swiftly making his way out of the private docking area, Snow huffed in annoyance before walking back up the ramp into her ship, making sure the sign next to it, with that said 'Quality Explosives,' wasn't damaged. She disliked having to come to Nar Shaddaa to set up a short-term shop selling explosives, but it was one of the planets where they sold fast. However, every trip to the planet always had a few.. incidents, usually involving local gangs depending on where she was.

They were always causing trouble for her. Whether it was scaring away potential customers, trying to offer 'protection,' or outright demanding a cut of the day's profits, it was more bothersome than actually dangerous. The goons they sent were often sent running, or crawling, back after she pulled out her stun baton and gave them a few good whacks. Of course, she was always happy to set up at this particular area, having worked out a deal with the arms dealer who oversaw the place; he'd let her stay there, and he got a twenty percent cut of all profits, expensive but manageable. It was a simple deal that had worked out fairly well for both parties for the past few months. It also kept the worst of the gangs away from her ship, something she was most grateful for.

Sighing, she moved around the workbench that sat just to the left of the top of the ramp, where it acted as both a place to talk to potential buyers and to work on other projects while waiting for said customers to show up, and dropped into the chair, rubbing the back of her neck.

She wasn't having the best day so far. Four thugs had come by in the last three hours, determined to get some credits out of her. That wasn't so bad considering that none of them could back up their threats. It was more due to the fact that they kept coming, hardly giving her time to work on more important things. It also didn't help that not a single soul had come up to even check the day's merchandise; she worked hard making sure all those frags, detonators, flash-bangs, and sonic concussion grenades were in good condition! They were even better quality than those found on the black market!

Setting the stun rod onto the workbench and opening her right eye, Snow began to tinker with numerous bits and pieces that were laid out across its surface. As much as recent events bothered her, the day had just begun, and she had plenty of time to make a few more explosive devices. If no one bought them, she could always find a way to use 'em.. maybe for demolition.

 

[Indigo]

A few minutes after thug had ran, another person appeared, followed by what appeared to be an over-sized remote, painted blue badly and horrendously modified. The remote's movements were slightly jittery, it was clearly having trouble staying level due to a large cutting laser and battery pack attached to one side of it. The Chiss it followed was in similarly poor condition. While not coming from an obvious catastrophe or firefight, they looked somewhat dirty, their blue skin smeared with grime and soot, his once white shirt in a much worse condition. He walked up to the Shistaven's ship, looking it up and down as if inspecting it, before approaching it's owner. He seemed wary, and had a grim, sad look in his scarlet eyes, and behind him his odd droid companion was muttering constantly in his ear. As soon as he got within earshot of the demolition's expert, they stopped interacting entirely, apparently discontent with each other. Sentelin walked up slowly, and spoke in a low, calm voice.

"I would like to see your stock, please."

IT-P0, not to be left out, immediately began talking as well, a quick, businesslike tone that, while friendly enough, held a scratch of static beneath, as if his vocabulator did not quite fit with him.

"Greetings. My name is IT-P0, human-cyborg-machine relations. This is Sentelin, and we would very much appreciate seeing your wares today."

Sentelin looked up and muttered to his droid companion something about having already said that, and they then both turned to unnamed female.

 

[Tzeentch]

So engrossed in experimenting with the parts laying around, Snow did not notice the Chiss walk up the the bench until he spoke, to which her left ear flicked towards. Raising her head to look at the two and adopted a friendly expression while she raised from her chair, "Oh, of course! Is there anything in particular you'd like to see? I've different types of explosive devices, lethal and non-lethal.." she glanced the droid, her cybernetic eye lingering on it for a few moments, ".. and I've also got some spare parts and do a little mechanical maintenance, should you be interested."

She may not have showed it, but Snow hadn't seen a Chiss or this droid variant before. The Chiss didn't seem to be in the best of condition, and neither did his droid, of which, to be completely honest, almost pained her to look at and made her just want to try and patch the thing up. She wasn't going to ask any questions, as he didn't look like he was one for small-talk.

Kneeling down to pick up a small display case containing models of the various grenades and detonators that she had in stock at the moment - concussion, flash-bangs, frags, thermal detonators, and a few other types - before setting it on the edge of the bench, "I'm Snow Lovkra by the way. If you need any information on what kinds of wares I have or what they do, go ahead and ask!"

 

[Indigo]

At the words "mechanical maintenance" IT-P0 visibly perked up, trying to lift himself off the ground properly, his functioning eye rotating and examining her. Sentelin paid little attention to IT's reaction, instead going through her merchandise slowly, examining the handiwork, nodding to himself. The explosives looked quite professional, looked like they had been made with skilled hands. Sparing another glance for Snow, he imagined she had put in a long time to make these. Selling them on Nar Shaddaa was, while maybe not the most legal of things, still a relatively honest way to live. She seemed friendly too, a generically happy organism. He turned back to the explosives, sorting through the non lethal section. He didn't like violence much, and hated killing if it could be avoided. A good way to avoid killing was not having lethal weapons, and the extensive non lethal section Snow had available was nothing short of extraordinary, especially on a rough n' tumble crime world like Nar Shaddaa where people wanted frag or plasma. Meanwhile IT-P0 babbled on about droid maintenance excitedly.

"Oh Master, she could help me! Look at the find workmanship on her arm, it looks amazing. Oh please, let her have a look at me, it could do so much for my shell, you know you aren't specifically able to do much with this, maybe she could, and-"

"IT, you know that's not a good idea." The Chiss said harshly, frowning. He had purposely done a bad job fixing IT, to make people notice the damage more than the actual frame. Seeing the eye look down though, seeing the droid visibly deflate, softened his expression, and he spoke again, more quietly.

"Well... Maybe, Snow, was it? Maybe Snow could have a look. I did have some trouble with the more finicky stuff. I'd need to be there though, and I don't have very many credits."

He turned back to Snow, putting down the sonic mine he had been holding sadly. To stick around on Nar Shaddaa for any longer was going to require some explosives, and he didn't trust himself to make the amount or size he needed. He hoped he could bargain her down a bit, but he knew that the explosives she had here were at the edge of his price range already. Still, seeing IT-P0 happy brought a smile to his face, and while a smile would not help him, it did make him feel good.

 

[Tzeentch]

Snow rubbed the tip of her nose, grinning slightly in embarrassment. It wasn't often that she was complimented for her work on her usual explosives or for her arm - she certainly did put a lot of time and effort into the limb to ensure its continued functions. However, when the Chiss mentioned that he did not possess many credits, the Shistavanen's grin didn't drop. If anything, it grew slightly. "Well, that shouldn't be a big issue, considerin' that I sell my wares a tad bit cheaper than what you could find on the 'market' around here. As for the droid, I don' mind havin' the owner making sure I don't mess something up," she looked over at the droid again, "... 'specially considering that I don't know what model it is just by looking at it. Better to have someone who knows a bit about this excitable droid watching over it than someone who doesn't know a thing about it. Usually, I don't charge for maintenance either unless it's on somethin' really complicated so you don't have to worry about cost."

Pausing for a brief moment to think, her grin turned into a simple smile, "Also, I give a first-customer-of-the-day discount to.. err.. well, the name's self-explanatory to be honest," she chuckled nervously before clearing her throat, "And you're pretty lucky, bein' the first customer and all." Quickly doing the math in her head, she hummed, "So.. addin' the discount and the lower prices.. move the nine over to the..." She turned back to the Chiss, "That'll be about a thirty-seven percent discount for most of the items you see here." She shrugged lightly, "Course, we could try and strike a deal if you want."

 

[Indigo]

IT-P0 did a mid air twirl of excitement, which while looking absurd, also got a rare chuckle out of Sentelin. He had misgivings; IT-P0 was not exactly standard. While he wasn't much for explosives, Sentelin was a competent mechanic, and on any normal droid he could do a decent job. IT-P0 was just an... odd, case. The smile faded from his face, and he returned his even gaze to Snow, listening attentively. First customer of the day? Perhaps he was having an unusual stroke of luck. It was about time for his luck to change, he had been on a bad run for a while. 37 percent was practically a steal, and he felt no need to haggle or negotiate. Instead he nodded, smiling once again. Aside from the deal itself, he could not help but like this Shistavanen's attitude. Rarely was there someone so sunny on the polluted surface of Nar Shaddaa; between that and the ship he had to assume she was a traveler. Perhaps there was more to be heard here, and he did not think she would mind polite conversation. Well, at very least not much more than he would mind.

"That is very generous, thank you. A question though before I purchase anything. Are you perhaps a traveler?"

 

[Tzeentch]

Sentelin wasn't the only one to chuckle to the droid's twirl. Easing her chuckling, her left ear raised and flicked toward the Chiss when she heard his question. Snow put her cybernetic limb on her hip with a toothy grin. Not many people ever asked her anything aside a question about her mechanical or pyrotechnic expertise, especially on Nar Shaddaa, where most buyers simply bought what they wanted and left without much interaction whatsoever. So it wasn't something she was used to being asked, but she could certainly answer the man's question.

"I am indeed, sir! I travel the galaxy in seek of knowledge! Doesn't matter what it is; history, mechanical, culture, and countless other categories. Though, I mot certainly don't know everything and I'm pretty sure I haven't even scratched the surface. I had been traveling around for about.. I'd say eight, nine years now, so I like to think I know my way around a lil'." She had been to many corners of space during her years of travel, so she knew quite a few planets. It would be obvious to say, however, that she didn't know everything there was to know. It didn't hinder her desire to learn though, of which she was always willing to do. "Now, is there anything else you'd like know about?"

 

[Indigo]

Sentelin thought calmly, trying to decide on a course of action. She seemed friendly, reliable, and at least some what competent. It had been a long time since he had met someone this friendly, and he had spent far too long on this world. Hell, if he could get off of it, then he wouldn't need to buy the weapons. He could pay her what he had, and perhaps gain charter on her ship. He had no illegal possessions, other than, arguably, IT-P0, and really, who counted that? Besides that, he wasn't a liability. He frowned slightly, thinking of what had transpired moments ago. That guy with the bruises, telling him to 'deal' with this alien to repay his dept. Well, they didn't have reach off Nar Shaddaa. May as well ask.

"Rather than buying these, could I buy passage on your ship? I have, by merit of my own trade, made some enemies on this world, and would quite like to leave. I can pay you in credits, although as I said, I have very few. I have only a couple belongings, little more than what you see on me. I may also be of use to you, as I have been wandering myself for quite some time."

His voice faded, both from talking too much and from his thoughts. How long had he been wandering the galaxy? He did not know.

"It has been nearly 23 standard years since you purchased this unit."

IT-P0 could read him like a book, as always. He smiled at IT-P0 again gratefully, glad to have his ever reliable companion. Who really was overdue for an upgrade, regardless of what else happened here. Returning to his original train of thought, he did some mental math; he had traveled for more than ten years prior to IT's acquisition, so more than 33 years. He suddenly felt his age hit him, but he shouldered it well. He still had years in him left to go, and places to see. Well, assuming he could find some way of this particular rock.

 

[Tzeentch]

The friendly expression fell from Snow's face, and was replaced by a much more surprised one. This was an most unexpected development. Never before had someone asked for passage on her ship to get off of a planet. It simply wasn't something that she had even thought about nor heard of, in her personal experience that is. A few moments of silence passed, with no reaction from Snow aside from the wide eyed stare she had. Eventually, she came out of her frozen posture, blinking slowly. "Uhh..." She lightly patted her cheek before clearing her throat.

"Ahem, um.. sorry 'bout that. Your request was.. a bit unexpected and sudden, so I hope you'll forgive me.. To be honest though, I don't really know you, other than the recent interactions with your droid and myself.." She crossed her arms, fingers drumming along her cybernetic arm, "... but.." she looked the Chiss over, ".. that's not to say that I won't accept.. It's just something that needs some thinkin' on.." From what she could tell from the very little interaction with him, Snow wouldn't say that he was a bad person. And if what he said about having enemies on the planet, of which was likely with it being Nar Shaddaa, then she felt inclined to assist him.

It didn't help that he didn't have credits to spare. She knew what it was like to not exactly be considered 'well-off.'

She looked around the ship, ear flicking every other direction, before she sighed, taking up a more serious expression, "Alright.. tell you what," she turned her attention back to the Chiss, "I'm leaving in two days. If you really do want to leave this planet, then I'm going to have to know some things about you. I won't ask something personal, but I would like to know what you're capable of and if you had any.. well, to put it simply, illegal activities in the past, along with anything that you feel important or comfortable enough to tell me about. Oh, and one last thing before I decide anything," her eyes turned slightly more mirthful and adopted a small smirk and a raised brow, ".. may I know the name of the person asking to get passage on my ship?"

 

[Indigo]

((OOC: LOL, IT-P0 mentioned it already. ))

The Chiss nodded, understanding her shock. It was not a usual thing to do, but Sentelin was desperate and had little pride. It occurred to him that he must seem strange, a dark, grimy character that appeared out of nowhere. The locale didn't help, Sentelin was willing to bet more than half of the planet was scum. The other half was either refugees or people like them, drifters. Luckily, he avoided illegal activity, as it almost always involved with someone getting hurt. Having been suspected of illegal activity before by the authorities, he had no desire to repeat the experience. The only thing he would have to explain was IT-P0, and he did not think Snow was the type to care too deeply. Anyone who landed on Nar Shaddaa couldn't. So, where to start?

"Forgive me, I have not formally introduced myself. My name is Sentelin, which is short for the Chiss name Sabosen'tel'inrokini. Regarding my legal history, I was falsely charged of murder on one world, and acquitted. Other than that, while I have dealt with people of a less reputable nature, I myself have not done anything legal. My one brush against the law opened my eyes... in many ways."

He paused, not sure how to continue. It was not a story he wished to get into with a stranger, regardless of how friendly they may be. So this time it was his turn to pause awkwardly, looking down into the pile of well made explosives, a sorrowful expression on his face. After a moment, IT-P0 began to speak, picking up the slack from his socially awkward companion.

"Sentelin is capable of surviving combat, but he is neither skilled nor bloodthirsty. His aim in particular is quite poor. He has basic skills with computers, demolitions, piloting and astrogation. He is particularly skilled at mechanics and repair, and he servers as a repairman and defense installer. In particular, should you want to lock down any particular location and make it secure, he knows how and where to install turrets, what locks to use, materials, etc. etc. This also means he has knowledge of breaking security systems, although it is rare he is tested on it, the last occasion being when a powerful businessman's associate was destroyed by a plasma grenade, destroying the only key to a safe. "

"This unit comes equipped with the ability to facilitate communications, as any protocol droid is. I have also been outfitted to be able to do simple repairs and installations. In the 23 years of my time knowing Sentelin, I cannot recall an illegal activity he directly did. "

Sentelin had, as his droid droned endlessly on about his abilities, saw an irony; in an odd way the droid itself was the most dangerous part about him, and yet to the rest of the galaxy it might very well have been his best part. While he had pieced him together to get him to help with repairs and installations, the droid had become a salesperson of sorts for him. Handier than he would have thought.

 

[Tzeentch]

((OOC: Urk.. I feel ashamed that I missed that. Dx))

Once again, Snow was surprised. However, this time it was more of being impressed than shocked. Sentelin had a vast variety of abilities available to him. With such a versatile skill set, she could easily say that she was surprised to know that he wasn't doing well. Although, there are certain things that certain individuals will refrain from doing and on Nar Shaddaa, there were plenty of situations like those, so she could understand if he tried to avoid illegal activities. In successfully doing that for an extended period of time was an accomplishment in her datapad.

His past itself was something that could be more clearly described, but she wasn't one to go and try to pry into someone's history simply out of curiosity. Especially when someone didn't feel comfortable talking about it. Something like that should only be told if the bearer felt like sharing it in the first place.

Looking between the droid and IT-P0 and Sentelin, she slowly nodded, "Well, you certainly have many skills, don't you Mr. Sentelin? And I'm sure that the same could be said about the ever active IT-P0 as well." Once again, she looked at them, albeit seriously until a grin slowly settled itself onto her muzzle, "I suppose I'll have little choice but to let the two of you tag along on my everlasting adventure huh? Oh, and if you're still worried about the price of hoppin' aboard," she shook her head, "don' worry about it."

"Now, I'm not going to force anyone, or droid, to act like an indentured servant, but I would like to have a hand or two helpin' me time to time if that isn't too much for a Shistavanen to ask. Also, you may want to help me move some stuff around if you want a place of yer own." She tilted her head down the hallway, where a sudden crash originated from, causing her to slowly look over before chuckling nervously, "Well.. some space at least; I used the other living quarters for storage after the actual storage facilities got a tad full, so it may take a while to clear out."

"So!" Snow clapped her hands together loudly, of which caused her to shake off the one made of flesh while muttering under her breath, "Ow.. Uh, so, to sum it up, you and IT can come along with me, free of charge. You can also help me out with some stuff if you want, and you can pretty much do anythin' you want with your skills in terms of jobs, contracts.. ya know, that kind of stuff. That is," she held out her right hand to the taller man and gave a grin similar to the one she had when he first stepped onto her ship, "if you find that reasonable of course."

 

[Indigo]

He did not look it, but Sentelin was quite surprised. He had assumed that he would be turned down, that the request was too absurd, having only asked on the logic that he would lose nothing by doing so. It seemed to him that meeting Snow was a result of the best luck possible. Doing work for her would be no problem, he would gladly help her with anything she needed. Still, there was one more thing to clear up, and now was the time to do it. He got a small chuckle out of her clapping her hands together, and he made a mental note: only accept high fives and handshakes from the biological one. He began to speak in an even, calm voice.

"I will certainly help you with whatever you need, and I am not so poor to come for free; I will pay what I can. IT-P0, power down for a moment. "

Sentelin reached out, holding the overlarge sphere in his hands. At this the lights emanating from his eyes, one red one on the bottom and the shiny light periscope-esque on the top both dimmed. Sentelin did not want IT-P0 to hear the next bit, did not want IT-P0 to know about his own heritage. The droid was his companion, and Sentelin bore him no ill will, despite the occasional bit of trouble that he brought with him.

"There is one thing you should know, about IT-P0. I bought his shell under the impression it was a new model of utility droid. At the time he had a different memory core and programming. When I traveled to space where laws actually matter, I discovered he was an IT-O model droid, a highly illegal model of torture droid. I tore him apart, tried to alter his frame as best I could; he set me back a lot of credits. None of the torture droid functionality was present when I bought him, and I replaced his programming with a protocol droid, as I was unable to find a utility droid program set that managed this kind of frame. Part of the reason he looks so badly mangled is because the original model is extremely well designed for only the one purpose. It has been over 20 years since he was recognized as such by anyone in authority, but it may not be a risk you wish to take. I don't tell him, because I don't want him to worry or think he causes me trouble; without him I'd be quite lost."

Well, there was that. How Snow would react to IT-P0's origins he did not know. He had not been thrilled at the prospect originally, but as he looked at the badly painted surface of the droid, he knew he no longer thought of IT-P0 as anything but a companion, and an irreplaceable one at that. Very few people outside of hardened criminals and high ranking authority figures recognized the IT-O line anyways, and that was a set of people he interacted with rarely. He had no idea what kind of odyssey Snow was on however; should she be backed by some massive government force, this would go badly quickly. It seemed unlikely that you would find such a person selling explosives on Nar Shaddaa, but it was also unlikely you'd find someone so generous or friendly, either.

 

[Tzeentch]

Well the day was simply full of surprises and unexpected revelations, wasn't it? Snow listened intently to Sentelin's story of his droid's origins until he finished speaking. She turned her eyes to the deactivated IT-P0 and looked it up and down for a minute or two. A highly illegal droid that specialized in torture that had been altered tremendously over the past twenty years - its former functions said to be absent. Many people, upon learning of what the droid actually was, would have taken a not-so-friendly stance against it and its owner because of its past. Truth be told however, the Shistavanen herself did not like the idea of torture at all. However, if what Sentelin said was true...

"Then IT-P0 has no recollection of its original makeup or functions? I wouldn't have guessed that it was a torture droid unless you told me. This knowledge would certainly cause many people to back away from you.." She put her left hand on her hip, "But... you did tell me something you believed important enough to tell me, even though it could have driven me to withdraw my offer. Although, I've always believed that one should remember the past, yet not allow it to control or haunt them." She looked at both the droid and the owner and shrugged, "So it was a torture droid over twenty years ago. It doesn't seem much like it at this poin' in time though, does it? Just seems like an incredibly.. excitable and banged up droid to me."

She offered a kind smile to the Chiss, "One shouldn't always judge another based simply on what they might have done in the past or what model a droid used to be. I think it's better to remember it, but to focus on the present an' future." The hand she had offered Sentelin was still outstretched, "'Sides, even with a little risk, I'm still willing to take you aboard."

 

[Indigo]

Sentelin looked at her calmly, trying to judge things. It seemed almost too good to be true, but she seemed far too genuine a sentient to lie to him. He smiled back, weakly, appreciative of her... understanding? He couldn't quite word it, but let it go. It didn't matter, it seemed she had accepted IT-P0 for what he was, and that was all that mattered. He was reassured at her statement that she would have never known it was a torture droid as well, as he had gone through extensive lengths to change it's appearance. He guessed she didn't like the concept of torture in general, but IT-P0 didn't have the programming for it. Hopefully she didn't treat him too differently for it.

"IT-P0's memory core and programming comes from a 3P0 line, he has neither the ability or inclination to cause any sentient harm. You could argue he was a torture droid, but he's made of so many different parts, you could just as easily argue he's never been one. As you said ", Sentelin smiled, chuckling to himself, "He's just an exciteable, banged up droid that barely knows what he's doing most of the time. That being said, I don't want him to know his origins; he's the type to worry about causing trouble for me, and I'd rather not have him know. "

Having more or less finished talking about it, he returned his attention to the droid in his hands, switching on IT-P0. IT began to slowly hover out of his arms, the first seconds of being turned on were always disorienting. After all his original programming still thought he was in a bipedal form. It had taken a lot to convince it otherwise.His topside eye swiveled about to orientate IT-P0 in space. The eye had worked shockingly well, all things considered, and it was the only piece of IT that Sentinel had any particular pride in.

"This looks the same as it was; how long was I out?"

"Only a few minutes. We're traveling with Snow for now, as agreed."

IT-P0 once again did a swivel of excitement and began to rapidly exclaim how excellent this was, how eager he was to get off Nar Shaddaa, how he didn't wish to deal with it's inhabitants, how fortuitous it was. The Chiss simply extended his hand, and shook Snow's. A strong, steady grip, of an honest man. It had been years since he had traveled with someone other that IT-P0, and the last time had not been very pleasant. He hoped this time would be better, although he had a very hard time imagining something worse than the bounty hunters that gave him a lift before. They had not understood proper bathing for one.

 

[Tzeentch]

The smile on Snow's face grew as she shook the man's hand. Like Sentelin, she hadn't a traveling companion since she and her father had a falling out a year or two back, so it may be good to be around another individual not hell-bent on ripping her off or ruining her temporary business. Besides, having a couple of companions was likely to make things a lot more fun during her adventures. As for the droid, hearing from Sentelin that IT-P0 was incapable of causing harm to anyone with sentience did ease her nerves a considerably though. Gesturing towards the hall, she sniffed, "Want to go check out your quarters then? As I've said before, it's pretty cramped and it'll take a quite a bit of effort to clear out enough space until it's comfortable. I won't be able to help you out very much as I've still got to sell what stock I have in about two days, but I'll lend a hand when I get some spare time." She motioned for the two to follow her as she walked down the hall before stopping at a nearby door and opening it.

To say that the room was a mess was an understatement, if not an outright insult to messy rooms.

The former living quarters had been completely altered into a makeshift storage room for scrap metal, numerous parts for weapons, droids, and armor, and other long forgotten things. One could easily see that everything was put onto the shelves that were scattered in the room, as well as the boxes. One could also see what had made the racket earlier; one of the shelves, overburdened with metallic bits and pieces, had finally buckled under the weight, causing one of the arms holding it up to snap, sending everything it had across the floor, not that anyone could see it, of the already stuffed room. If it were empty of the shelves and the objects they held, the room would be a comfortable enough space for both the droid and the Chiss and any possessions they might have.

Snow turned to Sentelin, a slightly embarrassed expression on her face, "Sorry, I usually don't get people stayin' over and all. If you find anythin' you like in here though, you can keep it - I was savin' this junk up just in case I needed 'em for something, but it's been a while and I've still not found a good use for any of it. As for some of the other rooms," She threw her thumb over to the left of the room's entrance, "Over there's the refresher and over there," she nodded in the opposite direction deeper down the hall where two other doors remained closed, "is my personal workshop and my quarters respectively. So if you have any questions or requests, I'm most likely in one or the other. Now, lemme help you move some stuff around to get you started..."

 

[Indigo]

Sentelin followed, looking about the ship's architecture with interest. It seemed like a fairly standard freighter, and he saw no massive modifications. He had no experience with this particular model; it's counterpart, the YT, was far more popular and he had occasionally installed security systems in it. Shortly he was stopped in what was to be his temporary living space. He peered in, thinking quietly to himself that he had on occasion been forced to travel in a crate; this could not be worse.

His initial impression was that it was not, that he had plenty of room even as it was. His secondary impression was much better, as his eyes scanned over the materials in the room with great interest. Snow mentioned in an off hand way he could have anything useful, and he had to bite his tongue, resist the urge to state everything here was useful. Both because it would be rude, and because it wasn't true. The weapon parts, the droid parts... he already had a plan for all of them, but a couple boxes looked beyond saving. A power emitter here, a firing chamber there... even a few scraps of sheet metal. Only some of the smaller, custom made screws or pieces of irreparably damaged metal was completely worthless, but a couple boxes seemed filled with it. Nevertheless, this would work out well, and his face split into another smile, probably setting a record of smiles on his face in a day for the decade. This one was of a different nature, it was of excitement. His voice was even, but he spoke faster, his tone more authoritative.

"Well, lets not be too hasty with throwing things out. IT, begin looking for scraps of carbonite amongst this stuff, we can start from there. I'll start sorting power cells, and other blaster based scraps."

IT-P0 immediately flipped upside down, his mobile eye scanning rapidly over the collection. Sentelin got on his hands and knees, digging through things, occasionally placing larger scraps of metal or the like to the side, and hoarding various components into a pile. A lot of it was unusable, pieces of metal that were too small, and he rapidly placed those into a pile. He figured he could make a couple of sell-able weapons out of it, something else to add to Snow's stock. There was certainly a decent amount here to work with, and he began reaching for his tools, a vision amplifier first to inspect the quality of a couple of certain parts, the most whole looking ones.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

The Lector approached the ship with a sign on it reading "Quality Explosives", the alien who had directed the well dressed man seemed to have done him well. Which was good, because he tipped the sentient several credits for the information. He adjusted his tie, briefly and waited a moment looking around. After seeing no one, he reached out with the force and found that the ship was indeed populated, but they were inside. Looking around the ship for a communication device of some kind for a moment, when that was out of luck he reached up and knocked with his cane. The sturdy wood giving an echoing and resounding CLANG three times with three short taps. Making sure his hair was in place, the suited figure waited away from the entrance having taken a few steps back he leaned against his cane, both hands on the slight curve. After patiently waiting, he would greet whoever came out of the ship with a polite smile. Polite, mind you, not necessarily warm. Then he would give a nod and speak "Apologies for banging around your craft, it's a fine vessel, but I wasn't sure how to reach you." the words came out in basic, though slightly accented with the Imperial accent he had picked up from his time with the Sith.

 

[Tzeentch]

Snow lightly chuckled at Sentelin's enthusiasm. She was about to make a comment, but her ear caught the sound of something banging somewhere near the makeshift store situated at the top of the Uvena-Bound's ramp. See looked at the Chiss and his companion rummaging through the heaps of metal, parts, gadgets, and gizmos, "Someone's up front. I'll be right back." She turned and walked quickly towards the entrance to the ship.

Emerging from the corridor, Snow didn't see anyone up at the workbench, but when she reached the top of the ramp, she saw a well-dressed individual with a cane standing patiently at the bottom just outside her ship. She quickly made her way down it and listened to his greeting and his comment. The Shistavanen stood a comfortable distance away as not to invade his personal space and gave a polite smile, "Heh, thanks, and it's no problem, sir!" She gestured towards the ramp behind her, "If you want, we could head inside - that's where all my stock is. Is there anything that you have in mind? I have lethal and non-lethal explosives, some scrap metal, parts, that kind of stuff."

 

[Indigo]

Sentelin nodded, barely aware she was leaving. In a trance like state he began to examine the most promising of the parts, separating them into three piles: Good, Great, and Useless. Useless parts had some sort of damage that made them highly dangerous to use. Good parts were ok; they had some damage, but so long as they were not in an environment where they fell under threat, in which case they may not be totally reliable. Great was the best pile, the pile of components that were easily good enough to make into weapons. Within a few minutes he managed to find all the parts for a test run for what he had in mind. He cleared some space off the floor, and began to work, instructing IT-P0 to hover next to him and provide a second pair of eyes while he worked, and a convenient tool bench. IT obliged, a compartment in his lowed half popping out, revealing some tools stored away, the compartment itself becoming a slightly rounded bench. It wasn't perfect, but it would do. He began to quickly work on a prototype for a makeshift blaster. Luckily IT-P0 had found some carbonite scraps, giving these things a selling point; carbonite guns were not terribly common on Nar Shaddaa because they was little demand for them; they could not get a lethal hit or fight from a distance, and many weapons came with stun settings if non lethality was required. Most of the equipment here allowed him to make small ones, that would only freeze a small portion of the target, but they would still be quite useful.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

He smiled when she said 'sir'. "Polite, and selling what I'm looking for? Quite a lucky day for me. Not many in this particular edge of the galaxy value politeness. I think it's lovely you do." He said with a genuine smile, though again if looked at to long you would notice there was little warmth, just appreciation in it. "I'm looking for something, demolitions grade, or atomizing. I have quite a bit of construction to do, but I need some structures cleared away first you see." He said, making a gesture toward the door with his cane. "After you Miss..." he said at which point he would follow her up onto her craft. Upon seeing the Chiss at work, he offered a nod of recognition and said "Good day sir." Then looked to the ship owner, attempting not to disturb the man further from his work than he already had. "You have an apprentice on board?" he asked, that slight imperial accent coming through his basic.