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Eice Frex grumbled to herself, looking down at the datapad she held as she maneuvered the little grav-scooter she rode through the traffic and pedestrians of the city. Barancar Port was a warren of confusing, centuries-old streets and alleys, one specifically designed - it seemed - to throw of a being's sense of direction. The locals were little help; the Tionese seemed less than enthusiastic to help a lost alien, and a fair number looked at her like an overgrown quar rat when she asked them for directions.
Eice had come to the planet Barancar primarily to visit the Barancar Action Systems drive yards, an ambition of hers since puphood. Having done this, she now had to contrive a method of paying for the trip, and had started to take courier jobs around the planet below, mostly above board, though she tended not to ask questions. Most tended to consist of short hops aboard her ship, but a few, like this one, involved going into places a starship could not.
Eventually, the Tintinna believed she had found her destination, a dingy, duracrete structure at the back of a poorly kept parking lot. Hopping down off her scooter, she tethered it to a nearby lamppost; in this part of town, she still fully expected to find the thing stripped when she got back out. Sighing, she checked her datapad, hefted the large plasboard box she had been given to deliver, and walked through the automatic doors...
...straight into a crowd.
The room was packed with beings - mostly females of various species, about Eice's age - standing or sitting around. Sitting behind a nearby desk was a bored-looking receptionist reading a newsflimsi. Eice, raising her eyebrows, went over to stand in front of the desk, waiting for the receptionist to notice her.
She didn't, and Eice cleared her throat impatiently.
After the Tintinna had done this twice, the receptionist put down the flimsi and looked at Eice with irritation, but also mild interest.
"Huh. A rodentoid. Wasn't expecting one of you. Well just wait with the others, someone's already inside."
Eice was just opening her mouth to correct the receptionist when a door beside the desk banged open, and a human female stormed out, looking furious. As the front doors slid open and closed for her, someone else leaned out of the first door.
"Alright, next applicant! Someone with talent this time! Um..."
The being, a human man in his '30s with tan skin and wild-looking hair, looked briefly around the room before pointing directly at Eice.
"You'll do! This way!"
"B-But I-!!"
Before Eice could protest further, the man grabbed the Tintinna by the arm, pulling her in through the door.
"Hurry hurry! We haven't got all day!!"
"But you don't understand! I'm just-"
The producer's voice came over a speaker inside the studio.
"Darling, I know you want to improvise, but please just read off the sheet, alright? This won't take a minute!"
Eice glowered at the producer, and looked down at the lyric sheet. She gave a heavy sigh.
Oh what the hell.
Music started, and the humans behind Eice began to sway a bit, warming up for what was evidently their part. Eice stared down at her lyric sheet, found her intro, and began.
"All the old war droids on the Queen
They do the Xim dance don't you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They're falling down like a domino
All the bazaar men on Argai
They got the money on a bet
Krayt dragons yeah (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Slug types with the hookah pipes say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like Argaians
Blue Twi'leks take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They've got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink and they give you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the yerk and the iso band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They're walking like Argaians
All the kids in the marketplace say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like Argaians
Slide your feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Lorrad hack.
If you want to find all the cops
They're hanging out in the pastry shop
They sing and dance (oh whey oh)
Spin the clubs cruise down the block
Republic boys with their creds
They party hard call up Korriban
And the Hutts they know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line like Argaians
All the cops in the pastry shop say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like Argaians
Walk like Argaians"
The song ended, and Eice sagged in relief, resuming her glower at the producer. The man, for his part, stared back at the Tintinna with mouth agape, shaking his head before speaking.
"Kriff, darling! One take and that was perfect! Let me just get some info from you and we'll get this master tape down to editing!"
Eice raised her eyebrows, straightening her glasses.
"Um... that's great! But I just have one question. Well, two."
The producer blinked.
"What are they, darling?"
"Well, first, what did I just do?" Eice then held up the package and the datapad she had been carrying. "And second, can somebody sign for this please?!"
Eice had come to the planet Barancar primarily to visit the Barancar Action Systems drive yards, an ambition of hers since puphood. Having done this, she now had to contrive a method of paying for the trip, and had started to take courier jobs around the planet below, mostly above board, though she tended not to ask questions. Most tended to consist of short hops aboard her ship, but a few, like this one, involved going into places a starship could not.
Eventually, the Tintinna believed she had found her destination, a dingy, duracrete structure at the back of a poorly kept parking lot. Hopping down off her scooter, she tethered it to a nearby lamppost; in this part of town, she still fully expected to find the thing stripped when she got back out. Sighing, she checked her datapad, hefted the large plasboard box she had been given to deliver, and walked through the automatic doors...
...straight into a crowd.
The room was packed with beings - mostly females of various species, about Eice's age - standing or sitting around. Sitting behind a nearby desk was a bored-looking receptionist reading a newsflimsi. Eice, raising her eyebrows, went over to stand in front of the desk, waiting for the receptionist to notice her.
She didn't, and Eice cleared her throat impatiently.
After the Tintinna had done this twice, the receptionist put down the flimsi and looked at Eice with irritation, but also mild interest.
"Huh. A rodentoid. Wasn't expecting one of you. Well just wait with the others, someone's already inside."
Eice was just opening her mouth to correct the receptionist when a door beside the desk banged open, and a human female stormed out, looking furious. As the front doors slid open and closed for her, someone else leaned out of the first door.
"Alright, next applicant! Someone with talent this time! Um..."
The being, a human man in his '30s with tan skin and wild-looking hair, looked briefly around the room before pointing directly at Eice.
"You'll do! This way!"
"B-But I-!!"
Before Eice could protest further, the man grabbed the Tintinna by the arm, pulling her in through the door.
"Hurry hurry! We haven't got all day!!"
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A few minutes later - and after many interrupted attempts at asking what was happening and trying to explain what she was there for - found herself pushed into a recording studio, a lyric sheet pushed into her hands. From beyond a thick transparisteel panel, the man from earlier watched, seated with a few others at a large bank of audio recording equipment. In front of Eice was a large stereo microphone, and behind her were several humans with their own mics, all looking bored. In fact, most everyone involved looked bored, with the exception of the man - a songwriter or a producer, Eice believed - and Eice herself.
"But you don't understand! I'm just-"
The producer's voice came over a speaker inside the studio.
"Darling, I know you want to improvise, but please just read off the sheet, alright? This won't take a minute!"
Eice glowered at the producer, and looked down at the lyric sheet. She gave a heavy sigh.
Oh what the hell.
Music started, and the humans behind Eice began to sway a bit, warming up for what was evidently their part. Eice stared down at her lyric sheet, found her intro, and began.
They do the Xim dance don't you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They're falling down like a domino
All the bazaar men on Argai
They got the money on a bet
Krayt dragons yeah (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Slug types with the hookah pipes say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like Argaians
Blue Twi'leks take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They've got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink and they give you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the yerk and the iso band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They're walking like Argaians
All the kids in the marketplace say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like Argaians
Slide your feet up the street bend your back
Shift your arm then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Lorrad hack.
If you want to find all the cops
They're hanging out in the pastry shop
They sing and dance (oh whey oh)
Spin the clubs cruise down the block
Republic boys with their creds
They party hard call up Korriban
And the Hutts they know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line like Argaians
All the cops in the pastry shop say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like Argaians
Walk like Argaians"
The song ended, and Eice sagged in relief, resuming her glower at the producer. The man, for his part, stared back at the Tintinna with mouth agape, shaking his head before speaking.
"Kriff, darling! One take and that was perfect! Let me just get some info from you and we'll get this master tape down to editing!"
Eice raised her eyebrows, straightening her glasses.
"Um... that's great! But I just have one question. Well, two."
The producer blinked.
"What are they, darling?"
"Well, first, what did I just do?" Eice then held up the package and the datapad she had been carrying. "And second, can somebody sign for this please?!"
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