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The transport ship hung in the sky in a similar fashion to how bricks don't. Asheek had certainly wished she had not chosen this day, and this ship to move from one planet to another. At least she had two of her friends, Kai and Ellenel. Standing next to them, she obviously stood out, her skin a bright red color in contrast to the pale tan the two humans had. That was only the start of differences, but she simply rid her mind of those thoughts, and sat down next to Kai. She was wearing a pelt with a hole in it where her head went, in seemingly similar fashion to a poncho.
The passengers alongside them crowded in, obviously as bemused and annoyed as they were about the situation of the transport. Closing her eyes, leaning her head back, the Padawan decided now would be a good time to practice clearing her head an-
Yank.
With a small yelp she looked down, just in time to see a young Togrutan, no older than eight looking up at her with large, friendly eyes. Her hands had grasped and pulled on one of her headtails, right as the mother, a Togrutan with a lime green skin tone, noticed that her child had wandered more than three feet away. As Asheek smiled at the young, curious child, dressed in modern clothing, her mother scooped her up, giving a scattered apology to someone she obviously held some respect for.
Smiling to herself, happy to have had something interesting happened, her head leaned back once more, resting against the smooth white wall behind her. The transport had several rows of seating, several compartments where droids dictated who would go where, adjusting seats if large groups approached. The ship itself was quite large, and in the lower and upper chambers, sat several rooms of large storage boxes.
Within a few minutes, the crowd had settled, and the transport began to move, set upon a course considered more dangerous than some. To compensate for the journey through Outer Rim territory, the ship was accompanied by three guard vessels, in perpetual orbit around the oblong transport.
One of the transport advisors walked through the cramped spaces, making sure that everyone was in order, than no one had managed to sneak on without paying. That was when, as he passed by the three Jedi, one of the protocol droids scurried up to him.
"Sir? We have a small... Issue. The gentlemen paying for the transport of the six large boxes of titanium ore never boarded." The droid reported, holding a chart in his hand.
The large creature of an advisor grumbled, taking the chart, his beady eyes going over it before handing it back roughly. "Just drop them off at his stop, put his name down with the security offices." His jowls were quite large for... Whatever he was. And with that, he stomped off to continue his personal inspection.
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The passengers alongside them crowded in, obviously as bemused and annoyed as they were about the situation of the transport. Closing her eyes, leaning her head back, the Padawan decided now would be a good time to practice clearing her head an-
Yank.
With a small yelp she looked down, just in time to see a young Togrutan, no older than eight looking up at her with large, friendly eyes. Her hands had grasped and pulled on one of her headtails, right as the mother, a Togrutan with a lime green skin tone, noticed that her child had wandered more than three feet away. As Asheek smiled at the young, curious child, dressed in modern clothing, her mother scooped her up, giving a scattered apology to someone she obviously held some respect for.
Smiling to herself, happy to have had something interesting happened, her head leaned back once more, resting against the smooth white wall behind her. The transport had several rows of seating, several compartments where droids dictated who would go where, adjusting seats if large groups approached. The ship itself was quite large, and in the lower and upper chambers, sat several rooms of large storage boxes.
Within a few minutes, the crowd had settled, and the transport began to move, set upon a course considered more dangerous than some. To compensate for the journey through Outer Rim territory, the ship was accompanied by three guard vessels, in perpetual orbit around the oblong transport.
One of the transport advisors walked through the cramped spaces, making sure that everyone was in order, than no one had managed to sneak on without paying. That was when, as he passed by the three Jedi, one of the protocol droids scurried up to him.
"Sir? We have a small... Issue. The gentlemen paying for the transport of the six large boxes of titanium ore never boarded." The droid reported, holding a chart in his hand.
The large creature of an advisor grumbled, taking the chart, his beady eyes going over it before handing it back roughly. "Just drop them off at his stop, put his name down with the security offices." His jowls were quite large for... Whatever he was. And with that, he stomped off to continue his personal inspection.
@Arclight @Ral Aran