The Sparrow

[Jabonicus]

Dathomir

Ember City

The city, a cone shaped structure rising from the red dirt, was a bumbling spire of culture and galactic interaction. While dominantly Zabrak and Dathomirian, many different species had come to trade, interact, and explore the secluded planets city. Among the population of the city, was a Togrutan.

A genetic anomaly, with striped skin, four headtails, and heterochromic eyes, she stood out quite heavily, save for her modernized, armored clothing. Lacking visible weapons, however, she simply appeared as some sort of traveler. In the end, while she stuck out among Togrutans, among the crowds of aliens of thousands of culture? She was invisible.

Approaching one of many stands, a weapon stand of all, she spoke up as she glanced over the large beast of an owner. "I need a gun. Not a blaster, not a slugthrower. Syringe rifle, you have it?" She questioned in the Dathomirian language, glancing at the stock behind the red-fleshed behemoth.​

 

[Kann Beroya]

kann was at a shack bar, sipping on a Corellian brandy in his full Mandalorian armour with his helmet placed on the bar stool beside him. he was leaning with his back against the bar as he scanned the main street for interesting characters. then he spotted a Togrutan walking by, not just any Togruta. he had seen and been with them before, but she was unique. the first thing he noticed was her skin colour she was marked up with red, blue, and white across her face this intrigued him, I wonder if continued all over her body he thought to himself with a snicker. her eyes then drew his attention with them being different colours, beautiful in their own way which he had an appreciation for.

she had peaked his interested, so he quickly down his brandy, picked up his helmet putting it under arm to carry and began to tail the Togruta, keep his distance in the crowd. glad I didn't polish my armour or I would be shining brighter than all Tatooine's suns he thought to himself he preferred to have his armour matt and scratched up it made easier for him to blend in as much as a person wearing red and green Mandalorian armour could. then he saw her approach one of the weapon stands on the street. he began to approach her when he heard her say "I need a gun. Not a blaster, not a slugthrower. Syringe rifle, you have it?" in Dathomiri, he strolled up next to her, placing his right hand on the stand leaning on it, while having his helmet tucked under his left arm and asked "Whats a pretty face like you need with a Syringe rifle" in basic with a mischievous grin

 

[Jabonicus]

When she heard the male voice speak beside her, she turned her head to observe the Mandalorian. Obviously human, or one of the countless variations that held no real difference. Regardless of what he was, he was still relatively young by human standards. Dressed in the over-abundant armor of the Mandalorians (which, to her, had become so wide-reaching and varying from place to place, that it belonged more as a brand of armor than a culture.), she couldn't quite figure out what he wanted with her.

Unless, of course, it had to do with physical attraction.

She remained quiet for a moment, before she returned words in the Basic tongue, her voice laced with an odd, foreign accent that put emphasis on rarer, less used parts of language. "I prefer to avoid violence and death, though if it must turn to such actions..." She paused, as a long, clunky rifle was placed before her, missing paint and a great deal of modernized technology.

"There are still ways to end conflict with ruining a life, and all those connected to it." She finished as she picked up the rifle. Missing a scope, quite mechanical and robust as opposed to the sleeker, modernized designs of blaster and slugthrower counterparts. While it lacked a sling, she chose to simply hold it within her arms as she slid a foreign credit chit to the weapons dealer.

As it was rung up and slid back to the Togrutan, her multicolored fingers plucked it from the dirty counter, sliding it into the folds of her clothing. "If you wish to see how I plan to deal with such situations, then you are free to join me in completing my shopping." She offered, offering a small, likely false grin to the Mandalorian.​

 

[Kann Beroya]

Kann smiles back analysing all the information he just received, he knew she was telling truth but not the whole truth "Ahh so you're Martial Pacifist but that doesn't still explain your choice of Syringe rifle, there are much better choices for self-defence such as SA-17 mercy stun gun. no, your choice is too specific to be self-defense, your either want to shoot at an extended range or you're going after something resistant to stun blasters. so which is it, my heterochromatic beauty? and yes, I will come with you've peaked my interest which is not an easy thing to do and the names Sann Drus, a pleasure to meet you." he say extending out his hand in what looks like a handshake

 

[Jabonicus]

The Togrutan extended one of her hands to meet his, as she rested the rifle upon her shoulder. She gave a firm handshake, with a nod as she took in his name. "The name is Yuri. As for the gun, you've caught me red handed." She made a small, dry joke. "I'd prefer to keep my targets at a distance, and out of my affairs, unless necessary." She explained, moving onward from the store.

Her path, trailed by the Mandalorian, led her to an herb and medicine shop. Heavily stocked with native and foreign plants and their seeds, it was any alchemists dream, should they need less rare ingredients. The Togrutan simply began to look through the vials and bottles, occasionally plucking one from the shelf, either to place it back or slip it into a bag to purchase.​

 

[Kann Beroya]

Kane chuckled at the joke yuri told and followed her to the herb and medicine shop. Kann recognised most of the stock from his time study medicine on coruscant. One particular phial took his interest, one purple filled with a purple liquid, he picks it up looking at it. "Do you know what this is? This is essence of nightshade thorn, the gentlest of poisons found on endor it's a relatively rare sight. Dissolve a drop in a glass of wine and it will slow a pounding heart or stop a shaking hand, three drops and you'll have deep dreamless sleep, ten and you'll have sleep that you'll never wake from." He says while throwing the shop keeper some credits to pay for the phial.

 

[Jabonicus]

As the purple vial was presented to her, already paid for without hesitation, she seemed rather amused by his knowledge of the subject, taking the vial in her hand as she examined it. "A favorite of poison users, for better or for worse." The accented words slipped from her lips. "I'll keep the measurements precise, no need to feed more harm into already crippled prey."

The vial, large and filled to the brim, seemed to satisfy her as she stepped from the store. Breathing in the heavy air of the marketplace, she moved on to a store that contained what could be considered... Oddities.

The oddities, of course, was the store of Exotic Munitions and Ammunition's. Stocked full of planet-specific weapons and unique designs, it was the next stop in the woman's shopping. "What we need here is viral projectile syringes. They work like viruses, injecting their contents upon contact with the needle." She explained, as she began to look through the various supplies available.

 

[Kann Beroya]

As she took the vial from his hand and she mentioned her crippled prey, it left him wondering is she hunting man or beast? or maybe both? only she knows and he intends to find out. "Yes, it is favourite of poison users but I personally wouldn't use it myself unless I'm having trouble sleeping," he says walking behind her to next stall

"yes, I do know what tranquiliser dart is, I ain't some big meathead of a Mandalorian, thank you every much," he says in sarcastic tone hiding a somewhat offended undertone in his voice. just as he finished a blaster shot rang throughout the market his head flinched in it's direct out of reflex and distant screams from civilians could be heard in the distance, but kann choose to ignore and continue to search for her ammunition, since getting involved in a murder isn't low-key when on a republic world when you're currently part of the imperial legion.

 

[Jabonicus]

Hearing the ringing of a shot, picking up the resonating vibrations of a body hitting the ground through her montrails, she elected to... Ignore it, for the time being. She had done no wrong, and she was not here to convict others while exposing herself to the Galaxy once more. As long as the shots avoided her and the companion she currently kept, she held no reason to act.

Her eyes noticed it first, however, the fact that the target was the store owner. Blood smeared across the wall behind him, suggesting an angled shot. Rolling her eyes, she eyed a section of the darts, choosing a decent brand, and stuffing more than a few 12 dart cases into her bag.

"I've likely dropped off the lists by now, but I'm not of the most... Esteemed reputation." She explained as she strode out of the store. "I'm oft a target of slavers and the revenge of many." She left unexplained, motioning for the man to follow her.

"I'm sure you know the feeling." Their path led onward, past a crowd of security guards heading in the opposite direction. As they neared another shop, it was clear what it was. The Shop of Cultural Exploration, donning masks, hoods, and clothing of hundreds of cultures. A rather large shop, it held many sections for whatever one could want. "And I want hide this from you, but I have wasted my gifts. I plan of retribution."​

 

[Kann Beroya]

as he walked beside her she mentioned vague snippets of her past, that she was hunted for a time. kann never knew what it felt like to be hunted, he always been the hunter or at least openly challenging his enemies. so this concept was foreign to him, so his response was simple "I don't know the feeling, I've always been the hunter in my life." As they came towards the shop he recognised many cultures that he had across his travels a few that he didn't "ahh retribution now that something I do know and have experience with. it wasn't long ago that I tasted retribution and it was sweet" he say triumphally.