Cloudy With A Chance of Dogfights (Polaris)

[Zelda Tarys]

Ah, skyhooks. Zelda loved them and hated them with a passion. He'd been to plenty of places where they were almost as numerous as the buildings on the ground. Makeb, Coruscant, Taris... If he could land his Sterling on it, he'd been there. The view of this planet whose name he was just a tiny bit too tipsy to remember was stunning. So much ice and snow.

The blue-haired pilot was staring through his equally blue shades at this view while eating a sandwich and sipping at something that was way too strong to just be beer. If he hadn't been able to pass for a couple years older than he really was, this trying-to-be-ritzy restaurant would never have sold him any of it. They would've thrown him out on his skinny underaged ass. But he was, and they hadn't. Great feeling.

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[Polaris Sovereign]

The icy planet with a name had many resourceful areas where people would come some way of working in the mines, or exploring, to wind up and settle down after a long week of work. Many of these creatures Polaris recognized, some had less discoveries in the lessons she was taught, and were disregarded. All in all, the small town of tiny businesses and micro hotels sat a peaceful scene.

A cafe that went by the name of "Icy Drinks," when translated into basic, did a poor job of advertising it's true meaning. She sat at a comfortable wool booth, fit with a white table of material she could not recognize, which held both her warm drink and a single slice of bread topped with jelly. Slowly sipping the liquids and scrolling about on the holopad she carried about with her almost everywhere she went, she felt at peace. This exploration wasn't as bad as she had imagined, which was in a way disappointing, but also peaceful.

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[Zelda Tarys]

Zelda stretched and yawned when he'd finished his food. He walked past a booth whose only contents were a white-haired girl with a drink in her hand, just mentally shrugging. So other people were as bored as he was. No surprise there. He was to the point where he was just waiting for him comm to go off so he could leave. Part of what was bothering him, actually. The little Chadra-fan he'd hired on as a copilot should have already called him by now.

With that on his mind, the young spacer began to worry a bit. He ran his fingers through his hair as he stared out yet another window. The little rodent was the most energetic guy he'd ever met. Every stop before this one, status reports every ten minutes, on the dot. And now nothing for almost three hours? There was something going on here. And just as he was finally deciding to get to the hangar and check...

"This skyhook is now on full lockdown. All visitors must submit themselves for questioning, or face charges. We apologize for the inconvenience."

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[Polaris Sovereign]

Slowly and carefully Polaris took a small bite of her sandwich and resumed sipping her drink. After the... boy apparently said something about something being on lockdown, she gave no notice and continued with her day. She wasn't one to fall for sweet parlor tricks. Swiping a few keys out of the way, she began to construct a new project...

A new weapon in front of her, one of which was going to be modeled after her favorite witch in the whole galaxy. "Not mom," was her name so far, though the legends called her something else. She was going to name that weapon after her, and give it to the one she thought deserved it. It would be an alright gift, after all...

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[Zelda Tarys]

Zelda swore loudly as he repeated the message that had just been sent through his earpiece. He walked right up to the bartender, glaring about as angrily as he possibly could. The man just shook his head a little bit sadly, then looked away towards the door as he spoke.

"Somebody's pissed the locals off, kid. Probably one of you hotshots. If you're not buying anything, sit down and shut up."

That was probably the most he could've hoped for out of the grumpy old man behind the bar. But he was seriously bothered by the idea that he couldn't go check on his ship, or the rather expensive crate of Corellian whiskey sitting in its cargo hold. And the other crates of... less socially acceptable things. Damn.

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[Polaris Sovereign]

Polaris looked up for just a moment to see what the commotion was, then looked back down to her bread piece and drink. She slid the remains of her toast to the side and sipped one more sip from her drink, then went out into the station to disappear into the crowd. She didn't want to be a part of anything once it got dirty, especially not with that kid.

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[Zelda Tarys]

Zelda growled under his breath as he walked out of the bar. There was no shortage of other spacers bemoaning the fact that they were stuck, and somebody was even yelling at a security officer about his ship being slaved to the skyhook. The blue-haired pilot just grinned inwardly. At least his ship didn't have a slave circuit for them to get at.

That fact apparently hadn't been missed by the security officers at the control panel at the door to his hangar. One of them held his rifle up, and Zelda's eyes flashed behind his shades.

"Now, that is very rude, officer."

The man smiled coldly.

"Just like blocking security from scanning your cargo, Mister... Aircrawler? Ah, such an amusing alias."

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[Polaris Sovereign]

Polaris is currently away from the situation, nor is she getting involved with it.

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[Zelda Tarys]

Zelda slowly backed away as the officer pulled out a pair of binders. He looked around him for some kind of escape, then his eyes locked on that white-haired girl from the bar... The one he'd pretty much ignored before. She was his ticket back to his ship. He stood straight up and walk over to her.

"Your Ladyship, your transport is ready... but we're locked out. Now, if you could just explain the urgency of our departure..."

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[Polaris Sovereign]

Polaris slowly backed away from Zelda with a bit of a strange look in her eyes. "I beg to differ, our transports should be ready right now. I believe I got ahead permissions, unless someone didn't read their instructions." She gave a very upset eye to the guard, something that screamed I'll give you a one star on your report.

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[Zelda Tarys]

The corner of Zelda's mouth curled into a tiny smile. Wow, she was playing along? She must've been either really desperate or really bored. Whatever it was that made her do it, though, it saved his skin. The officer backed away, looking a little suspicious, but relenting. Of course, the pilot had to throw one more line in.

"And, after all, officer... Why would a noblewoman want her ship slave-rigged? So little security. Come, my lady. Need to warm the ship back up."

He nodded towards the hangar door, smiling with satisfaction when it unlocked to his key code.

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[Polaris Sovereign]

Amusement was clear in the atmosphere, though for the sake of them both she hoped it wasn't too obvious. She walked with the stranger and to the hanger, crossing her arms loosely before starting a conversation at an audible tone. "You sure have a lot of credits for me to do that. In fact I'm going to want them as soon as possible, say when we meet your ship. We wouldn't want something bad to happen."

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[Zelda Tarys]

"Credits... Or, if you're feeling curious, there's always something fun in those crates I carry."

Zelda sighed a little bit when he saw his former co-pilot lying on the ground with a hole in his chest. The little Chadra-fan whose name he couldn't spell or pronounce. He picked the little guy up as the boarding ramp lowered, then looked at the white-haired girl with a slightly less entertained expression than before.

"Well, come on. We'll talk about payment after we're off this hellhole."

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She took a small moment, then walked up onto the ramp and into the ship. She instantly crossed her arms, barley touched sleeves with both her hands. "If you try to hurt me I'll kill you. Now let's discuss payment now while you fly." She said with a bit of an attitude. She didn't care who was in charge of the ship - even if it was respectful.

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[Zelda Tarys]

Zelda looked at the girl as he strapped his dead copilot to a gurney inside one of the escape pods. Hurt her? Why would he hurt her? He took his gun out of its holster and put it on a table when he walked away from the pod. He sat down, then waved a thumb at his weapon.

"There. It's not even loaded."

The Sterling's engines roared as she took off, but Zelda didn't relax until they were far enough away from the skyhook to jump to lightspeed. Then he spun his chair around to look at the girl, smiling.

"Welcome aboard the Sterling, miss. Let's see what useless blue Zelda can give you for your trouble."

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[Polaris Sovereign]

Taking the pistol in her hand and looking over it, she decided to buy one for herself when she got back to a place where she could do so. She slowly looked about the ship claimed by the one called Zelda, before turning to the owner themselves. "Yes, let's see. I'd love to view what you have to offer."

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[Zelda Tarys]

Zelda got up, picking the heavy revolver up as he led the girl to the cargo hold. He spun it on his finger a little bit while he unlocked the door. He wasn't showing off. Not intentionally, anyway. He felt like he had to move his hands, do anything really. Probably because he still feeling guilty about the Chadra-fan. Now he had a rather dejected look about him as he holstered his gun and looked around.

"Well, let's see... Whiskey, whiskey, more whiskey... Oh, there's that. Why is this the one time I don't have anything cool and illegal...? Oh, hell no... That... that can't be here."

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While whiskey was a good drink to sell off at times, it wasn't important enough for Polaris. She crossed her arms and looked at the cargo with a curious eye. Was it that this Zelda truly had nothing good to offer for her efforts? That would be disappointing.

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[Zelda Tarys]

Oh, no wonder the little copilot had gotten shot. Some bastard had snuck spice into his cargo, against what was literally Zelda's cardinal rule: He didn't run slaves, and he most certainly didn't run spice. He reached into the crate in front of him and held out a rather large vial of the stuff to the girl, looking at it with a slightly horrified expression.

"If you're gonna take anything off my hands, take this. Take it far away from me."

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[Polaris Sovereign]

She looked it over with a curious smile, then took it from his hands and gently shook it about in her hands. "Well, what type is it, little troublemaker? I don't take things without knowing what they do." As the pieces rattled in their jar, she moved back as if to protect it from being re-claimed.

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