Public 8,736 Credits [Open]

[Darheel To]

Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley


"Look, kid, you are a nice guy. But I put this thing up for 11,000 because it has some problems, but it's spaceworthy, and the hyperdrive is still working. At 11,000, it's a hell of a deal. I'm not going any lower."

Darheel nodded his head, disappointed that the seller had refused his offer, but he had known it would be a longshot. "Thank you for your time," he responded as he made his way from the landing pad.

Darheel mused as he walked away. Buying a ship was proving to be more difficult than he had anticipated. New ships were completely out of his budget, so he had to go second hand. Even then, the 8736 credits he had to his name were not enough to buy a ship with a hyperdrive. The one or two ships close to his budget all had serious problems, and the seller who had just turned him down was the cheapest of them.

Musings were quickly replaced with disappointment in himself. He had on more than one occasion watched his mother, a freighter pilot, bring a supplier down to less than half of their asking price. She had a way with people that made them instantly comfortable and familiar as if they were old friends. This, combined with her charm and stubbornness, usually got her what she wanted. The reminiscing made Darheel miss her, and he debated for a moment about giving her a holo call from the hostel. But the nostalgia faded quickly replaced with bitterness. Darheel's father had been many things, but he still blamed his mother for walking out on them.

By the time he got to his lodgings, he was resolved to never speak to her.

Days Budget
Hostel: -25
Food: -5

Closing Balance = 8,706

 

[Darheel To]

Location: Tatooine, Mos Eisley, Merchant Hostel

Sunlight poured through one of the cracks in the hostel's windows right into Darheel's still shut eyes. Inwardly groaning, he turned in his sleep, willing for unconsciousness to retake him. It didn't work. Sighing, Darheel rose and made his way over to the sonic shower. He paid the 1 credit fee and stood as the soundwaves bathed his body, and his mind wondered.

He had spent the night before letting his bitterness poison some of the few fond memories he had of his mother, but this morning Darheel's thoughts turned to his father. His father had been a harsh regimented man. Everything in his life growing up abord his father's freighter had a specific place. He and his siblings had their spots to sit in at supper. The kitchen cutlery all had designated locations in the drawers. Food of specific types had specific spots on the shelves, and the organization didn't end there. His father woke up every morning at the same time. He woke Darheel and his siblings every day at the same time. They all did their chores at a set hour. They did their schooling at a specific hour. They had a set amount of leisure time. Their meals were carefully measured, and portion sizes were set for each child in advance. Living like that had been hard, but as an undisciplined adult, Darheel remembered those times fondly.

Darheel had always hated his father's approach to life. He had always wanted to relax, but his father always pushed him in one direction or another. Still, he loved his father dearly, and Darheel looked up to him to this day. Not all of his siblings shared his feelings. His sister Teesha came to mind in this instant. As a teenager, she had been rebellious, free spirited and frankly out of control. His father had never understood how to deal with her, and he reacted the way many of his generation did; by turning to the rod. It didn't help that his mother egged his father on for reasons Darheel never really understood. The challenge with Teesha however was that she was not one to be tamed. One day his father went too far and struck her across the face with the back of his hand. Teesha responded by going to the Clan Prefect with accusations of abuse and neglect. The result was subtle but devastating for his father. His father had had a sterling reputation, and there had been rumours that he could be Clan Prefect or even Clan Elder one day. All of that withered and died with his sister's accusations. Darheel didn't blame her, but he knew his father was never the same after that day.

Stepping out of the shower, Darheel determined that today was a day to stay in. He pulled some reading material from his belongings, went down to the hostel Cantina and found an empty table in a corner to sit and read.

Days Budget
Sonic Shower: -1
Hostel: -25
Food: -5
Tea: -1


Closing Balance = 8,674

 

[Luc Rivers]

Tatoonie, a place for scum and villainy .. perfect. Not an easy place to get to these days, but where there is a will there is a way. And if you got enough credits and the right contact, anything is possible. Just keep your head down, eyes to the ground and avoid the local authorities. Luc was not staying long, only a day to meet with a contact about some goods he wanted to acquire, and get the hell out of here.

A small merchant hostel would do the trick.

The searing heat from the twin suns burned at his skin even through the fabric of his shirt and the white scarf that covered his face. A slight breeze enough to kick up the dust, but not enough for the sand, soon marred his clothes giving them a sandy hue. Damn stuff gets everywhere and makes you thirsty.

Luc entered the hostel, just enough to stand in the shadow of the doorway and let his eyes adjust. The temperature dropped immediately, even without the air conditioning on and it was a relief.

“Checking in”, he approached the reception. “Rivers”. No one really cared about ID around these parts. Once he had is keycard for his small uncomfortable room, a drink was the next business on the agenda. He found the cantina to the right, one person asleep on a lounge, another reading alone at a table and himself.

He ordered at the ‘bar’, “A cold ale if you have one”. Anything cold would do, apart from water. That was too expensive here.

Darheel To​

 

[Dareth Uisden]

Growing up on Nar Shaddaa, Dareth was used to seeing city above and below him. Even over 10 years since he left, he was still glancing up at the sky expecting to see kilometres of spires above him. A few beeps beside him drew his eye down to the old R-9 at his side, "I know Renner. Can't stand around here gawking. Not with that stuffed shirt breathing down my neck. Come on." He started to walk through the streets of this dusty town, one hand always resting on one of his two pistols. He noticed the many locals and the looks they gave him. Some were unconcerned. Others openly suspicious, If they're suspicious. Good, they'll probably last longer. Renner's beeping pulled him out of his observations as it rolled along down the road, "That's the place?" Dareth asked, looking at the run-down shack-like structure, Doesn't look like any other buildings around here. Then again, that's the point. "Don't know why they wanted to meet here." Renner beeped again, "Good point buddy. Never question anyone willing to pay for such a simple job." He said, walking up to the hostel. He paused for a moment outside the door, then strode in.

Glancing around he saw the cantina, First things first. He walked over, Renner rolling at his side. Going up to the bar, he set down a thin slip for the bartender to get him a drink. As he waited for the drink, he noticed Luc Rivers waiting for his own drink, "Not exactly the best dive I've been in." He said, striking up conversation.

Darheel To Luc Rivers