Lirreka
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*Mos Eisley, Tatooine: The heat of the midday sun ran pretty much everyone off the streets. Even the droids stayed out of it if they could. At the starport most of the launch doors were closed to keep the sun out allowing work to be done in relative comfort. Along the row of block building that served as the launch bays it was hard to say any stood out. All were painted in a mish mash of colors and none were completely painted in one color, the sandstorms blasted off any such attempts. Some bore names and numbers over the doors but only one had the skull of a Hethrul, the tiger-like predator from the far fringe worlds, posted over the door. It had no other name but all the locals knew it as the Dark Lodge or often just 'The Lodge'. Here was where Jack called 'home'. The Huntsman, his large citidel class ship sat in the relative darkness of the bay, only a few maintance droids sputtered and beeped here as there really wasn't anything to repair. Jack himself emerged from the ramp of one of the two ships attached to the docking arms of the Huntsman, ships he 'acquired' as spoils of war. The owners had big bounties on their heads and Jack was the one that claimed them. Money made Jack very happy but cluttered ships didn't. He was spring cleaning.
"Why would anyone keep eightteen cartons of Synth-milk with less then a swallow in each? Good thing this stuff is made not to spoil or the larder would reek." He tossed the cartons into the waste bin.
<span style="font-family:Times New Roman">"You know really should keep the clothing. You never know when it will come in useful."</span> This was also new, Jack had a hitchhiker in his head. He didn't like thinking overly much about her.
"Why? It's mostly woman's clothing... Stuff I'd never need and more importanly it's taking up space." He walked back up the ramp fully intending to dump the clothes he'd piled on the bed but she persisted.
<span style="font-family:Times New Roman">"Jack, you're not thinking things through. You hide your face with your suit and considering how much armor that's in it no one would realise just how small built you are. Any of that clothing would easily fit you as well as it did the original owner and add another type of disguise to your repetoire."</span>
"What dress up like a woman? Look I know I'm scrawny but that doesn't mean I'm built like a woman. It wouldn't fool anyone." He picked up the clothing but immediately dropped them. Deep inside he sighed, she wanted to make a point and he wasn't going to brush her off that easily. She proved this by controling him albeit briefly.
<span style="font-family:Times New Roman">"You're still not seeing things the right way. One of my minions was a man built much like you and he was a master at disguise fooling many, he disguised himself as men, women even posing as the Queen of Onderon for many weeks at a time. I too am quite skilled in disguise... I can teach you Jack. Think of it... your black suit only gives you so much range, imagine being able to walk into any building and go unnoticed, think of the places you can reach, set up any sniper shot or up close if you desire. It'll make it harder for your enemies to catch you. It has SOOoo many uses Jack.. let me teach you at least this much."</span>
*He could see the benefits of what she was saying and after time in a Republic prison he had no delusions about embarssment. Any finer sensibilities was ripped out after the delousing. He sighed and nodded*
"Okay, you can teach me that much and I'll keep the clothes but if a job comes in it's all on the back burner. Business before anything else."
*There was a satisfied chuckle pass through his mind and he took that as a yes. Maybe it'll come in handy like she said and any knowledge is worth having. He left the clothing but continued cleaning out the ship trusting to his droids to alert him to anyone entering.*
"Why would anyone keep eightteen cartons of Synth-milk with less then a swallow in each? Good thing this stuff is made not to spoil or the larder would reek." He tossed the cartons into the waste bin.
<span style="font-family:Times New Roman">"You know really should keep the clothing. You never know when it will come in useful."</span> This was also new, Jack had a hitchhiker in his head. He didn't like thinking overly much about her.
"Why? It's mostly woman's clothing... Stuff I'd never need and more importanly it's taking up space." He walked back up the ramp fully intending to dump the clothes he'd piled on the bed but she persisted.
<span style="font-family:Times New Roman">"Jack, you're not thinking things through. You hide your face with your suit and considering how much armor that's in it no one would realise just how small built you are. Any of that clothing would easily fit you as well as it did the original owner and add another type of disguise to your repetoire."</span>
"What dress up like a woman? Look I know I'm scrawny but that doesn't mean I'm built like a woman. It wouldn't fool anyone." He picked up the clothing but immediately dropped them. Deep inside he sighed, she wanted to make a point and he wasn't going to brush her off that easily. She proved this by controling him albeit briefly.
<span style="font-family:Times New Roman">"You're still not seeing things the right way. One of my minions was a man built much like you and he was a master at disguise fooling many, he disguised himself as men, women even posing as the Queen of Onderon for many weeks at a time. I too am quite skilled in disguise... I can teach you Jack. Think of it... your black suit only gives you so much range, imagine being able to walk into any building and go unnoticed, think of the places you can reach, set up any sniper shot or up close if you desire. It'll make it harder for your enemies to catch you. It has SOOoo many uses Jack.. let me teach you at least this much."</span>
*He could see the benefits of what she was saying and after time in a Republic prison he had no delusions about embarssment. Any finer sensibilities was ripped out after the delousing. He sighed and nodded*
"Okay, you can teach me that much and I'll keep the clothes but if a job comes in it's all on the back burner. Business before anything else."
*There was a satisfied chuckle pass through his mind and he took that as a yes. Maybe it'll come in handy like she said and any knowledge is worth having. He left the clothing but continued cleaning out the ship trusting to his droids to alert him to anyone entering.*