Crashing Puts me in a Fowl Mood... (Jen)

[Jan VonFowl]

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Now, flying is one of the few things that brings me genuine enjoyment. I love flying above the spires and traffic of planets like Corellia and Coruscant. My sleek ride might have looked like an airspeeder, but it was so much more. Full VTOL capabilities, along with being able to fly sideways, as well as scramjets and military-grade boost engines made it a dream to fly, and even more of a dream to own. Even on Corellia, it was respected as the best bird money could buy.

I couldn't agree more. Today, I was demonstrating my piloting skills by twisting her around the crazy turns and sudden drops of the Coruscant underlevels. Unlike the traffic-choked streets above, there was nobody to stop me doing exactly as I liked but criminals. And criminals usually stopped objecting when they were threatened with a lightsaber to the gut.

Unfortunately, a rather tenacious group of gangsters was chasing me this time, and I couldn't run away from them and aim my guns at the same time. I could see them, because of concealed cameras all over the outside of the speeder, giving me a 360 degree panoramic view. They were taking potshots at me, which I could easily dodge, but I would have to stop running and shoot at them soon, or risk crashing.

I spun to face the three enemy speeders, and began firing from the four miniguns mounted on the front of the speeder. One speeder went out on a ball of flame, and another spun out of control, crashing into the ground and sliding to a halt.

But the third pilot stopped and shot a sniper bolt at the main engine, sending smoke into vents and momentarily blinding me. I went into a steep dive, losing my pursuer. Rapidly approaching the ground, I pulled out of the dive, hitting the ground and skidding to a stop on the street. In my peripheral vision, I could see a few shops, and some street vendors, but I didn't have time to pay attention to them. I stepped out of my badly damaged speeder - I was going to get her fixed, no matter what - and grabbed my own rifle, a heavy model that would shoot the wings off a bird at half a kilometer.

I put my eye to the scope, my finger to the trigger, and the stock to my arm. And I fired, the bolt going straight through the windshield of the enemy speeder, killing the pilot.

"Eat that, karker."

I shook out my hair, groaned at the damage to my beautiful speeder, and found that I was right in front of a line of shops. I needed caffeine, food, and repairs. Possibly not in that order, but always with caffeine in the front of the line. I walked up to what looked like a diner, pretty much empty, but for a girl at the front, and a couple nasty-looking guys in the back. Strapping the rifle to my back, and my lightsaber on my belt, I walked in. I didn't even try to fix my bedraggled-looking clothes, or my hair. They were going to stay like that for a while.

The guy behind the bar in the diner wasn't even fazed by the rifle, but gaped at the lightsaber on my belt. He shook, looking almost as if he wanted to bolt like a Lepi. He finally gathered his courage, and walked over to me.

"What would you like to drink, my lord?"

The guy didn't look like a spice addict, but I had to ask.

"I'm no lord. Did I walk into the place where the local addicts hang out?"


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[Jen]

Lord Jan, or well. Not lord, but Jan nonetheless had not walked into a local spice addict hang out, no.​

This was probably, at least in Jennifers' opinion one of the best cantinas, diners, whichever word you preferred, in the area, of course not a five star restaurant.​

But good when you put its location into perspective.​

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Jennifer, a seventeen year old half human, half ryn girl had been standing outside as Jan had arrived on his damaged speeder and approached the cantina. Wo-Wow... Jennifer's eyes glanced briefly between Jan, barely taking note of him, and then the speeder, studying it closely from where she stood DEFINITELY taking note of that! It was one wonderful speeder, a bit damaged right now surely, but incredibly geared up, this guy wasn't from here that was certain, she didn't knew anyone other than herself who could make custom jobs like that. Quickly taking a last drag from the cigarette in her hand, blowing out a steady stream of cyan smoke and giving it a solid stomp as it had fallen to the ground, she decided to go back into the cantina.​

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The doorbell was heard ringing behind Jennifer as she entered the small cantina, not a lot of people where in here today, after all it wasn't really time for dinner of any sorts right now. So it was alright she guessed, it was much more quiet now anyway than during busy hours. Giving the bartender, Thomas, a quick nod she walked up besides Jan, jumping into one of the barstools besides him, flashing him a grin as he turned his face towards her.​

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Absentminded she raised a hand towards Thomas, not looking away from Jan: "Thomas, two juices? Please?" The bartender which was apparently named Thomas let out a deep chuckle at Jennifer, nodding a few times with a kind smile before turning to fill up two glasses. Jennifer adjusted her head a bit as she glanced towards Jan, raising an eyebrow at him before casually and very briefly pointing towards the door: "How did you get that speeder outside?" Curious, that was one word that could describe her.​

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((OOC question: How does your char look, body type wise? Your character card states he weights 140kg, but that is absurdly obese and your picture referrence doesn't really show this at all, nor your description. So I'm curious for the sake of rp of course. Could you clarify?))​

 

[Jan VonFowl]

Sure, I was tired. Sure, I was sugar-deprived. But there was a pretty girl asking me about my equally pretty speeder. The idea of a conversation with the first, about the second, was not something I could resist. I sat down, and grinned back. I could've been my normal, sarcastic, imperceptibly rude, self. But I was too tired, and there was somebody willing to talk about my favorite piece of tech.

"The speeder was a, uh, birthday present. From myself."

I laughed, and looked at my feet, a little embarrassed.

"I know exactly how that sounds, but it's true."

[member="Jen"]

(OOC: It was a typo that I forgot to fix. Jan was originally almost 7 feet tall, and I cut him down by a little over a foot. You're totally right. )

 

[Jen]

A birthday present from himself? She let out a quiet laugh, nodding a few times, more at herself than anyone else. Turning her face she spotted the glasses of simple fruit juice Thomas had placed infront of them, grabbing one with her right hand.

Even though she knew Thomas well she couldn't drink here during day, sure, different places had different legal ages, but she wasn't allowed here. Or well, at night sure, no one would notice when there were customers. But during day nah, could cause him to lose some of his reputation. She understood. Anyway, Jennifer wasn't in the mood for alcoholic drinks so that wasn't even a problem.

Yea, she knew exactly how it sounded, hence her laugh. Perhaps he was from this place anyway? It was an excuse she had heard before at least. I found it, or, I borrowed it. "Yeaaa.. And I'm the president of Nar'Shaddaa." She smirked, her eyes turning back towards him once more, raising the glass to her lips to take a sip from her glass before starting to talk once again: "Anyhow. Doesn't matter. What happened to her? She seems pretty beat up."

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[Jan VonFowl]

I shrugged, and tapped my fingers on the bar reflectively. So she didn't believe me... Fine. It's not like I'd bought it, or anything. Just built the interior, and then given it to a friend for the exterior plating and paint job.

"Would you believe me, Miss President, if I told you I've just used that beautiful machine to kill several of the planet's less savory inhabitants, and some of their friends got me? That's the most damage she's seen since I built 'er."

I grabbed the juice the guy had put in front of me, nodded at him, and drank some, glad for the sugar.

"The friends in question now have holes in their heads. I don't like it when stuff I like gets damaged."

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[Jen]

Miss President? She had gotten a title too now! Her smile faltered slightly as he mentioned murder, leaning a bit back in her seat as she took another sip from the glass filled with juice. And he had built her? Really? Jennifer glanced over him, adjusting her beanie a bit as she did. He didn't look like the mechanic type, well. Neither did Jennifer right now. So that apperance probably wasn't something she should take in. Still. She wondered where he was from, from this district of Coruscant he at least was not.

"I prefer if you call me by name though, even if that title is rather fancy. I'm Jen. Jennifer rather, but still. Yea, just call me Jen." She had said not really answering his question. She didn't knew why but this guy interested her, or well, she knew why. The speeder of course. Still uncertain if this boy had made it by himself. If she had the credits to design fancy things such as that.. Damn. Soon, hopefully that would be. But that would be somewhere entirely else she would earn credits. She was here to relax.

"Soooo, what about yourself? Name wise?" Jennifer said her smile slowly returning to her face, quickly taking a sip from her glass before extending a hand towards him from where she was seated on the bar stool. Her odd melodious of accent of hers heard as she talked.

Maybe Jan had first noticed now, or maybe he had all along, but inspecting her face closer one would be able to spot an odd tattoo around her right eye, corporal arrows shown above, under and to the right side of the eye. Furthermore her nose would seem odd to one unfamiliar with the race of the Ryn, having small curves in it, almost as if it was a flute.

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[Jan VonFowl]

There was something different about this girl named Jen. She had a tattoo around her eye that suggested that she was, or had been, a Mandalorian. There was also something about her nose. It reminded me of a musical instrument. She was holding out a hand to me, which I took.

"Jaeger VonFowl. Call me Jag or Jan. Everybody does."

I shook her hand, drank some of the juice, and looked back up.

"You're a Mandalorian, no? I've only ever seen tattoos like that on the old Rally Master who lived down the road from me. Grumpy old bastard. And possibly... a Ryn? Or am I mistaken? Your nose is quite pretty."

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[Jen]

I wasn't every day someone commented on her appearance, and especially not in a positive way. As soon as he had mentioned the tattoo she had instinctively raised a hand towards her face, placing it over her nose to cover it and some of the tattoo, only to awkwardly put it down afterwards as she realized he wasn't going to insult her. Judging from this reaction it was probably a topic that she didn't want to discuss too indepth.

So his name was Jeager VonFowl. Jennifer had never heard of the guy, but no wonder, after all there was an entire galaxy, with billions upon billions of people in it. She couldn't know all of them. "Yes... Ermm.. Yea, Ryn. Half ryn that is. And no, I'm not a Mandalorian, this was given to me by my father." She pointed briefly towards her eye, no sign of pride heard in her answer, simply a cold hearted fact.

Turning her gaze to stare at the glass of juce in her hand she nodded a few times at his last remark. She wasn't sure if he was making fun of her, people had done that for most of her life, no wonder she was defensive when it came to this, not that Jan knew this though. She let out a hesitant laughter, as if anticipating a possible joke from him: "Haha. Mhm, sure."

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[Jan VonFowl]

My eyes widened. Clearly I'd said something wrong. She was trying to cover her eye and her nose at the same time... Even I couldn't construe that as an invitation to keep talking about them.

"That wasn't the lead-off to a joke, in case you were wondering. I'm sure you don't want to talk about it, or the tattoo, though."

I took a small sip of the juice, and smiled.

"There's small things, just as noticeable, that I hide too. It's fine. People just don't understand why it's fine, so they rail on about it."

[member="Jen"]

 

[Jen]

Jennifer nodded a few times in response to that, letting out a sigh before raising her glass to her lips once again, taking yet another sip. Hearing faint voices coming from the Holo Television above the bar she glanced up, not really being able to figure out what exactly was going on. She wasn't really into sports and with so many damn types of them it was hard to figure them out.

After a while not saying anything she spoke up, her eyes continuing to calmly look at the holo tv. "Soo.. Jag. What do you do that makes you able to afford such a nice speeder? I do wonder." She smiled at herself, taking yet another sip from the glass as she followed the ongoings on the screen, ah, she remembered the name of the sport now: It was a violent game of huttball.

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[Jan VonFowl]

I followed Jen's gaze to the Huttball game, and grimaced as a Nikto cas cut to pieces onscreen.

"Ouch."

I took another sip, and turned back to Jen.

"Well, I can slice. And my family had a network of um... shipping associates. My dad resold old Sith artifacts and stuff. Big money."

[member="Jen"]

 

[Jen]

Jennifer made a grimace when the Nikto was cut to pieces on the HoloScreen, no wonder those sports took place on Nar'Shaddaa. Anyway, she had a glass of juice to finish and with that thought in mind she raised the glass and downed the last bits of the tasty cold liquid.

She adjusting herself a bit on the barstool she was sitting on, elbows on the bar and chin in her hands, her eyes still partially following the game on the screen. Truth was, she was waiting for a friend of hers here, so she didn't exactly have an excuse to leave when she would start to feel like it.

So a slicer? Jennifer had always heard so much about those types, even working with some at the Red Ravens. She had a thing for programing and slicing herself, but she had never really dwelled deeper into it, she just knew she had the talent. Somewhere at least.

"Ah that's nice, Jag." Hmmm.. What else could she ask to keep the conversation going? Or maybe it was his turn to ask questions? He for one looked like one that needed to be places. Oh! "And what about you then? As in, why are you here? From what I know there isn't exactly a lot of artifacts around here. Except Thomas of course." She smirked, her eyes turning to the bartender who pretended to be offended, a quiet chuckle heard from him afterwards as he walked into a room in the back.

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[Jan VonFowl]

I grinned sheepishly, an expression not usually to be found on my face.

"I'm sort of a... Thrill seeker. I fly me and my ride out to city-worlds and fly around. Dodging local authorities, if necessary. It's a really great stress reliever. I did have to pick up the pieces when my dad died, after all. That can put your mind to work in all kinds of ways, none of them very fun."

I sun in my chair, miming the motion of driving a racer.

"So, what d'you do, Jen? You live here, or do you just enjoy the scenery and the fine gentlemen with huge guns?"

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[Jen]

A thrill seeker? Interesting, she knew a few of such types. They could get themselves into the stupidest of things, but Jennifer wasn't one to speak regarding stupid things. She had the ability to seemingly randomly get into the weirdest of situations, so she didn't comment on it.

Hmm.. Yea what did she do, good question. She ignored the last comment, even if she at this time wasn't completely sure of his meaning. But she could try to guess.

"Live and live.. Well. I own a little establishment not far from here. Just here to check on it. These days I don't use much of my time here on Coruscant. For.. Various reasons." She gave a quick nod to emphasize on her words. "Antecendant is treating me a lot better these days."

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[Jan VonFowl]

My head perked up at the word "Antecedent". Home of the Red Ravens syndicate, second only to Black Sun. Made sense that somebody who'd been used to Coruscant would work there.

"Antecedent... Where the Ravens roost."

I smirked, and took another sip of my juice. Then I actually smiled.

"What kind of business did you run? It kind of seems like an interesting place to live, down here."

[member="Jen"]

 

[Jen]

"Yep. Where the Ravens roost." Jennifer responded, a smile seen forming on her face when Jan started to smirk. Seemed like he knew about the Ravens then. It was probably hard to believe Jennifer was a part of them, and since she decided to not mention it, the topic would probably not be brought up. But it was easy to put two and two together.

"I do still run it. Only part time though, but I'm a mechanic. Do a few custom jobs every now and then, repair and such. We specialize in Speeders and Swoopers. That's why I was so interested in yours, never seen anyone else other than me make good customs down here." She nodded a few times at her own words, turning her head to look towards Jan once more with a smile, elbow on the table and head in her hand, inspecting him for a second or two, before turning her head back towards the holoscreen.

She flinched all of a sudden, gah! Another guy just got crushed on the HoloScreen. These violent, violent sports...

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[Jan VonFowl]

I groaned as another guy, a Twi'lek with a huge vibroblade, literally got crushed under the weight of another player's club.

"Urgh. At least I don't bet on that stuff..."

I turned back to Jen, and smiled.

"I'm Corellian. It'd be a bit sad if I didn't have something nice to fly. I'd rather like to see some other customs, though. Sure, the guys there tech out all their freighters, but I've never seen another speeder built from scratch like mine."

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[Jen]

Jennifer's smile only broadened at this comment, a swift movement suddenly seen from where she had been seated as she slipped out of the chair, jumping onto her feet. And as she stood there in the middle of everything in this tiny cantina she quickly went to adjust her beannie before streatching, a yawn escaping over her mouth as her fingers reached towards the ceiling.

"Soooo...!" She said, finishing the yawn and lowering her hands into her pockets with a content sigh, her eyes briefly scanning over the empty and dirty cantina, almost empty except for themselves and a few people in the back who probably slept here as well. It was a peaceful and to some extend homely atmosphere that roamed this little establishment, but Jennifer wasn't thinking too much about this right now. "Looks like Cindo isn't showing up for dinner today, the one I'm waiting for. She's probably all caught up in something by the shop. Want to see it?"

Perhaps this could lead to a multitude of things, getting to know this one better and potentially getting to fix his speeder. Jennifer hated to think in business terms, but right now it was probably her passion for Speeders that spoke more than anything, if not then the most. Getting to examine that beauty would be fantastic.

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[Jan VonFowl]

I looked around almost jokingly, to see if somebody had suddenly come in since the last time I'd checked the door, about thirty seconds ago. Of course, there was nobody there.

"Oh, were you waiting for somebody specific? For some reason I was under the impression you were waiting for a random slicer to come crash his speeder in the street. My mistake, clearly."

I grinned, and stood up from my chair, drinking the rest of the sugary juice, and replacing the glass gently on the counter. I shook my head mock seriously. Of course, I ruined the effect by keeping the grin on my face.

"Don't pretend you actually want me to see the shop. The ulterior motive is strong in this one..."

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[Jen]

Observing Jan attempting to seem serious she simply shaked her head with a smile, the smile growing stiff as a rapid beeping sound was heard from her pockets. She let her fingers go grasp the tiny datapad which had been lying in her pocket and brought it up towards her face,the screen which Jan was unable to see, seemingly flashing. A sigh escaped over lips as she read the message on it, her amber, almost golden in color eyes seeming to re-read the message a couple of times.

It was growing late anyhow and even though that speeder was quite a fine one other workings would need to get taken care off it seemed. After having put the datapad back into her pockets she shrugged in an apologetic manner, skipping a few steps back towards the door.

"Seems I am needed elsewhere, Jan. It was good meeting you. The drink is on me, by the way." She smirked at him, spinning on her feet as she turned towards the door to walk outside, perhaps seemingly waiting for just half a second more than one would usually do, to see if he had any response to that.

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//Exit Thread//​

((Was good rp'ing with you! With all this progression in the other threads I thought it good that we didn't continue this too much as the others indicated that Jen and Jan only barely knew each other. Lets find another excuse to rp in the future! ))​