Open They're On Top of The World (Whatever World This Is)

[Ninma Calma]

Location: Ryloth
Tags: Open

Bag in hand, Ninma looked about the starport, trying to recall where exactly they were transferring over from on her shuttle. Frankly, they didn't know. How could they? Feeling out the transcription of their ticket, they looked back down to it and were mystified at what exactly Ryloth would look like, nor feel like. This was the first time they had left Lok in their entire life.

Ninma stood at a loss, trying in vain to read the screen before them. Sadly, their own biology prevented this from being so. Brow furrowing, they tried tilting their head to and fro, and had little success in gleaming even the faintest bit of knowledge from the kiosk before them. The Force was in all thing, from which they could see, however in this case...they could only see directly through the machine. They rain a hand through their hair, muttering to themselves as to what on the world they might do, or what planet they were even on currently.

They truly had no one to blame but themselves, for having slept through most the voyage here. Though, they were greatly troubled at the idea of...well, not know where in the hell they now where. They just hoped they didn't miss their connecting flight.

 

[Hokaan Veren]

Hokaan had never been to Ryloth before as far as he could remember. Aside from it being the homeworld of Twi'leks he had a sliver of an idea of what to expect. His private Z-wing starfighter slowed and rotated as it came in for a neat landing in a private hangar.

The Mandalorian slicer was secretly tracking a particular target across ISC space. A cargo ship belonging to the Modirin Mining Company. The Lieutenant of Rancor Squadron was not expecting to move on the cargo ship considering he was alone. Instead it was easier for him to travel unnoticed when going it alone. The cargo ship was the target of an underworld bounty from an anonymous benefactor. But after some research it became clear that MMC was conducting activity and potentially distributing spice to unsavory contacts. What's more they were owned by Tenloss Interstellar, a competitor of Rancor Squadron in the Private Military sector.

Hokaan was intending to surveil and reconnoiter the ship at a distance and only get close if necessary. But for now he was just a traveler arriving on Ryloth and getting fuel. "Lock the ship down. You know the drill." He spoke to his Z-wing's built in artificial intelligence droid. Serene gave a thumbs up image on one of the screens silently and earned a chuckle from the Mandalorian. "Thanks."

Hopping out after he arrived, he kept any questionable weapons and equipment inside his ship. The man did not expect to need his grenade launcher in the starport though he still struck an intimidating image in his black armor with orange detailing. Twin blasters were on either hip and a carbine was slung behind his broad shoulders.

The Veren clan member needed to check on the official arrival and departure times of the starport but he stopped behind a pilot who looked to be struggling with a terminal. Hokaan waited a moment, looked around to see if there were any other open or working terminals nearby but they either were out of order or had a line. He was committed to this one and now there was someone behind him from the looks of it.

Looking over his shoulder at the patient Ithorian couple he stoicly turned back ahead and waited a few more seconds. But he finally had to say something since it seemed like the woman was terrible with technology. "Excuse me." He spoke gently, trying not to startle her or seem impatient. "Do you...need help?" He tried to keep any judgement from coming into his voice.

@Alleria

 

[Ninma Calma]

Frustration stretched out across Ninma’s face, their tongue wetted the corner of their lips with their tongue. Their one hand squeezed into a tight fist, gazing at what seemed to be the malfunctioning devices that littered this starport. They took in a breath, and sighed, catching the movement of passersby’s who actually knew where they were going, Ninma merely remained where they stood, They tried to recall how their family overcame such struggles before, surely their father or mother had managed to travel without issue, when they recalled the reality that their family ship had been the craft that brought them to Lok.

At current, they had no idea of what to do next, aside from perhaps ask for assistance in overcoming their plight. Least, that was what they believed, when a strangers voice broke the trace, their head turning to find the man there before them. They exhaled, turning to speak, and unload their woes upon the kind soul. Hopefully, they would not flee at the daunting task that loomed before them. “Yes, actually, I’m in the search for my shuttle, but I can’t seem to make sense of the terminals in this starport. My eyes, it seems, fail me, and though I am told that the displays contain information for my flight, I see nothing before me.” They sighed, motioning to the very functional and word filled screen. “I am not insane, no?”

They truly hoped not.

@Darasuum

 

[Hokaan Veren]

The stranger seemed a little frazzled with the piece of technology and Hokaan could relate. Despite being a slicer and a wizard when it came to most conventional machines, he knew it took some adjusting to get used to a new system. But the Mandalorian paused as he looked at the woman and the terminal.

"Um..." he did not want to be rude and tried to find the right words to used. "...I can read it for you if you want. What's your flight information?" Calling someone crazy was probably inappropriate even when they were asking for it. Then again, the alternative of calling her blind was no better. Hokaan could hear a few sassy droid remarks come to the forefront of his memory.

@Alleria