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Aboard the Scarlet Sparrow
Daytime
Tap. Tap tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap tappitty tap.
Tarek Lawson sat at the communications chair in the Sparrow, hunched over an antiquated device. He pressed a button in a series of repeating taps. Morse code. Delivering information to and from places without the use of a hologram was quite a chore in those days of old. Even on the same planet, with minimal satellite coverage, sending complicated forms of communication could get tricky. The message could be unreadable if it even reached the intended recipient at the end. For now, the detective would have to just rely on sending a tightbeam signal to the nearest settlements.
Mos Pelgro has fallen. -STOP-.
Do not approach the outpost. -STOP-.
Prepare your defenses - Mos Espa is next. -STOP-
Do not approach the outpost. -STOP-.
Prepare your defenses - Mos Espa is next. -STOP-
He send the message a few times to various sources before reaching over and tapping his Wookiee partner on the shoulder. "Put the Sparrow on autopilot and take over for me, will you? I need to check on our guests?"
The Wookiee grunted softly and nodded. After flicking a few buttons at the helm, the Wookiee took Tarek's seat. The detective walked to the ladder at the back of the bridge and climbed down to meet the people he had just survived Mos Pelgro with. They had gathered in the galley after fleeing into the boarding ramp. The two Mandalorians (@Arclight and @Kori Buor) who had helped him fend off the Sand People were the first people to catch his eyes. Tarek smirked and looked at the state of his galley. He really needed to clean. "Sorry about the mess," he said casually. "I've got Gar flying us to the nearest settlement. A place called Mos Espa. I'm not sure if you want to help the folks who call it home or not, but it's always an option," he continued.
Frankly, Tarek wasn't sure what he was going to do. He didn't like the idea of leaving that place without help, but he just wasn't that person anymore. The one who showed up, helped save people out of sheer altruism, and fly into the sunset with a twinkle in his eye. He was done being a hero.
A scampering set of footprints grew closer as D0, his diminutive droid with a foul mouth and sour demeanor, walked into the galley. "I heard you were picking up vagrants, but I didn't think you were evacuating the whole town," the droid protested. Tarek, paying little attention to the droid, said, "I need a cup of coffee. Anybody needs anything, you get it for them."
"What am I, your kriffing secretary?"
"Well... yeah. By the way, black coffee."
Tarek approached the Jedi (@StarWriter) and the injured Theelin (@Diva Tumi). "How are these two doing?" he asked.