Das Kno' W're [ Galactic Alliance + Open ]

[Choli Vyn]

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Das Kno W're
::: Somewhere where yo Momma won't like.
::: Shadow Port


Das Kno W're was a rather curious little shadowport. Let's just say that it lay smack dab between a massive nebula reminiscent of the Hapan Transitory Mists; it took some effort to find this place - b-uttt, it was worth it.

You got some black market goods you wanna peddle? Check! Want some hard to find Khetos flamin' hot chips that are lightly drizzled in spice? Check! Hey, maybe you've a dire need to do some odd jobs with questionable folk. Got you covered!

The entire place was a massive mining facility and shadow trade port, organic in nature and full of curious organic bits and such that peddled for top dollar elsewhere. Some say that it was Zonama Sekot's seed, left behind like some lingering turd floating along the porcelain bowl that was the 'Verse. Others say that it was what was left behind of some massive ancient Star Dragon skull. Whatever it was, it didn't matter.

What DID matter, was that this was the single port in the sector that wasn't crawling with One Sith or anyone lookin' to cause trouble. It was a pit stop. One that Choli Vyn was making as she pumped fuel in her little dinky shuttle.

It wasn't much. Just a tiny thing that was smaller than a Firespray. Enough room for about three people, but it got her to and fro from where she needed. Honestly, it was more of a large starfighter than anything. Certainly not meant for long term travel into the black.

She was here to pick up a package. Some sort of item that [member="Chloe Blake"] said was important enough to do a personal pick up - if she was anywhere near the sector. Knowing that Cho was nearby, the Warden of the Sky asked the teenager to please do the pick up and the delivery. Earn a few credits and get some experience doing some solo hyperjumps. The young girl jumped on it, for getting more and more responsibility meant she was getting more independent. She was learning loads too.

If she wasn't traveling to meet with the Nuns of G'aav'aar'oon then she was learning about the Matukai. One of the good things about having a Master that traveled so much was the vast amount of friends and tutors the young padawan had access to.

With a snap, Cho shoved the fuel spout into the socket. A good tug ensured it was secured. By all accounts, she didn't appear to be male or female, what with the swaths of fabric that clung to her body. She also wore a thick scarf that covered the breathing apparatus over her mouth, with thick googles shielding her eyes. A space Bedouin perhaps, but it suited her fine. Most left her be.

For now, though.... huh... A beep boop from below caught her attention. It was R2-D9, her Pebbledrone.

"Okay, we'll get something to eat."


[member="Saveair Calcotrzi"]

 

[Isaiah Dashiell]

There was no way around it.

Izzy was lost in space.

He sighed as he walked through the eerie halls of the mysterious shadow port he had landed himself in and scratched the back of his head in distress. None of his transmissions to BOB were going through, probably something to do with the shadowport's own scrambling...Or maybe he hit something that didn't tear him to shreds during his last hyperspace jump. Who knew.

He looked down warily at the glowing green bottle he held in his hands. It had cost him nearly fifteen credits...But that's what you get when you don't speak Glaucus. His blue eyes fell on the straw and he was ninety percent sure he saw it blink at him. He cursed and threw the bottle at the wall, spilling its florecent green liquid onto the floor. Shouts in various alien languages came at him, but he didn't care. He still had to figure out a way to repair his ship, or Magda was going to kill him for wrecking another Shuttle.

The double doors leading to one of the many hangars opened up. Several Gungans were huddled around his white ship, parts of the hull had been ripped off, the viewport cracked...Yup it was a wreck. One of the Gungans passed around a piece of tech and Izzy's eyes narrowed trying to make out what it was and when he realized what it was his eyes widened in horror.

"Hey! That's mine! Get off my ship!"

[member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Uhtred Kjartan]

Das Kno' W're

Some random place, why was he here again? Huh. Anyway, it seemed like a quite alright place to hang out. Despite all the illegal goods coming in and out. But, some things didn't fit. He had no way out of here, and even if he had the credits to pay for a ride here, he'd bet no one would go up for the oppurtunity. But, he was enjoying the day, no one had interacted with him and he had been lying on the ship for about 2 Hours now. Doing absolutely nothing, for he had nothing to do.

He should probably get some food, but he couldn't pay for it right now. So he COULD go and help some people if they needed it..... Nah. He didn't really feel like it unless it made big credits. Nothing anyone the likes of being here had. So, he relaxed on top of whatever type of ship this is. He didn't feel like inspecting under, because it was covered with a tarp. Whoever owned the ship had obviously abandoned it, the thing looked like it hadn't been touched in years.

So, the boy with nothing to do, but rest. So, that's exactly what he did. He stared at the top of the hangar and waited for something interesting to happen. Because he didn't feel like causing something interesting to happen.

[member="Isaiah Dashiell"] | [member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Karking place was weird but as least the grub was good, BB thought to himself as he powered down a batch of flamin' hot chips on route back to his ship. Taking in the sites he was amazed as the number of light freighters packed into it like so many sardine. As he walked he quickly sensed danger and spun around just in time to avoid being run over by a man yelling...

"Hey! That's mine! Get off my ship!"

Looking over he saw he was heading for a roughed up ship with that was surrounded by several floppy eared aliens. Quickly taking a seat on a near by cargo crate he continued to eat his chips and watch the floor show that was about to unfold.

"This should be entertaining..."

[member="Saveair Calcotrzi"] [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"That'll be twenty creds, small fry."

The server held out a packaged meal in one hand, while the other extended, palm open. Waiting for the money.

The kid opposite her pushed a hand through long locks of dark brown hair that tumbled down 'til the just touched his shoulders. He blew out a sigh, then started fishing through his pockets. He came up with five credits.

"Uh, how about I give you a quarter now and the rest later?" Narrow features lit up with a winsome smile.

"No deal. Twenty creds or you get outta line."

"Alright, alright, uuuh, just the-" he scanned for the cheapest thing on the menu, "borean worms?"

His voice tilted up at the end. Clearing his throat, he said again. "Yeah, the borean worms."

"Alright. Five creds."

The dark haired youth handed over the literal last of his cash and in turn received a bowl full of wriggling, and definitely still live, worms.

He stared at the bowl for a moment, mouth hanging open.

"Woah there," he licked his lips, and not in the hungry way. "Okay, thanks."

He snatched a pair of utensils and sat down to eat, which really just meant staring at his wiggling food until his stomach rumbled loud enough to prompt him to try a bite.

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Lucien Shorn. Average height. Slim build. Sharp nose and eyes dark as his hair. Former Tapani noble. Currently homeless. Starving? Check. Broke? Check. In need of a job? Please, yes.

From a life of lavish wealth, to a life in the gutter. He hadn't chosen to make the change, but it was going to be what it was going to be, so he figured he'd best make the most out of it.

Besides, Das Kno' W're was a sight better than Nar Shaddaa.

[member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Isaiah Dashiell"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Fresh off of a couple days on Tatooine, hardly the vacation spot for the galaxy glitterati, but assuredly the holiday destination for Livna who had little credits to her name, but quite a bit of free time until she returned to her Force training, the Caprine Padawan headed to the shadow port called Das Kno’W're. In a cantina, probably drunk on lum, she’d half-heartedly accepted an odd job to collect information from a Selonian named Desto Gulzahu on said shadowport. Livna almost shirked the assignment until she noticed her credit account running dangerously low again.

She found cheap passage on a dilapidated cargo ship, and after suffering from an overly intensive pat down from a human and a Bimm from “customs,” the blonde Caprine sought her carnivore contact, assuming he would be easy to find in the throng of humans, near-humans, their droids and the more unusual variety of species as was she.

But she could not locate him. Hearing Khetos flamin' hot chips had quite the reputation on Das Kno’W're, entering the nearest greasy spoon, the horned maiden, ordered chips and an ale. After merely a couple of bites, her stomach rumbled in protest, and she realized this was all she’d had to eat in twenty-four hours.

Washing off the tingle of spices on her tongue with the ale, she asked the server, “Do you have any Iktotchi cliff-stalks maybe?” And then perusing the menu with a frown, “Or… anything vegetarian really?” Her bovidae ancestry would make Livna only able to eat greens, fruit and a bit of starch. Meat was strictly off-limits and would make her ill. As she thought about her sensitive stomach, she spied a man eating what appeared to be a bowl of borean worms. Grimacing, she pushed Khetos’s chips to the side and prayed to the goddess, that there was some kind of salad – even wilted, withered lettuce would be welcome at this point.

[member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Saveair Calcotrzi"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Noah Bright]

Ha. Funny. It did appear that a pack of ridiculous Gungans were tearing apart [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] ship. Whoa. Bummer dude. Sucks to be you.

Noah Bright smiled at the tasteless scene of piracy and shrugged. This kinda thing happened all the time back in Sith space. Though you'd never be caught dead around a whole pack of Gungans. Sith hated them. Killed them by the dozens if they could. So Bright found it rather comical that it was duckbills doing the dirty work this time. Man. You just can't catch a break in Null Sec. If it ain't one thing... It's another.

Garbed in his black leathers and strutting like a veteran spacer, Noah walked up beside [member="Bryce Bantam"] and pointed to the bewildered Dashiell. Offering another welcome gamble with his deviant mercenary smile,

"...Sixty credits says he starts a fight."

 

[Bryce Bantam]

"...Sixty credits says he starts a fight."

BB looked over at the middle ages gentleman looking to start up a conversation and a game of chance. Well it really wasn't chance per say, if those aliens weren't willing to back away or scatter then the fight was all but guaranteed. What BB was curious about was who would win it. The big ears had the numbers but most of them looked well less than hardy and the guy running over there looked like he could handle himself. Still not wanting to be rude BB said...

"Sixty? Sure..." before he took the sixty from his pocket and placed it on the crate to show he was good for it.

"So what brings you to this lovely part of the verse?"

BB was always looking to strike up a conversation, its how you get to know people after all. This gentlemen next to him was nice enough to start it so the kid was more than happy to reply. Waiting for his response BB put down his chips and grabbed a fresh Moli fruit from his coat. As he began pealing it he realized the man might also be hungry as will. So taking a second fruit from his coat he handed it to the man saying...

"Sorry where are my manners, Moli fruit?"

[member="Noah Bright"] [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Noah Bright]

Bright smirked but passed on the fruit,

"Nah."

He didn't eat, gamble, (and possible scramble,) all at the same time. Truth be told. He was kinda expecting guns and grenades to start flying at any minute. Or... What did they call them down south? Boomers? Bonkers? Bah. Whatever. A fights a fight. No matter the names. Besides? This one might just win him dinner too.

Noah spit on the dry deck and raised his scruffy chin to the greetings of [member="Bryce Bantam"] ,

"Gambling."

To answer his first question. Then he turned to look at the spacer with a big dumb smile on his face,

"Ah. ...And I like to watch xenos fight too."

 

[Isaiah Dashiell]

The Gungans looked over their shoulders but continued on with their process of stripping the ship which just annoyed Izzy more. Why couldn't they just get shooed away like Jawas? He cursed under his breath as he came closer and closer.

"Hey! Get off my ship!" Maybe they didn't hear him last time. At least that was his hope. Of course, he seemed to be rolling ones all day. One of the Gungans whipped around to face the shorter, slightly scrawny Dashiell, his head fin things nearly slapping him in the face. A blaster pistol left its holster and the eye stalks narrowed threateningly.

"Youssa betta jus' step away," The other Gungans stepped away from their work and brandished various weapons as well.

Pirates? Pirates.

Kark.

[member="Noah Bright"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Choli Vyn]

[member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Noah Bright"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Livna Zios"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Saveair Calcotrzi"]

"Yeah, I hear they have the nerf steak and cheese frozen burritos--" Cho had just finished fueling and secured the cap when a commotion caught her attention. Broken Basic, a few landing pads down. It was the annoyed yell that did it. Her brows scrunched under her goggles, and the young space Bedouin quietly padded her way on over.

R2-D9 gave a low hoot and beep, as if to say he wasn't to sure about what was going on. He rolled to a stop on her right, as Cho peeked over the front of her shuttle at the standoff.

Pirates

Under her breathing apparatus, Cho's lips thinned. Her eyes flickered from the Gungans to the poor soul trying to defend his ship. Oh boy...

The Pebble drone knew what was coming up before she even did it. It was why he gave a series of beeps in half hearted protest.

"Just getting a closer look." Okay, maybe it will turn out more than that. Slowly, Cho began to creep closer. There was another ship between hers and the one being disassembled. Cho caught sight of the ladder that ran up to the top. Best to have the advantage from higher ground.

"Go round, don't come out unless I tell you." She told the Pebbledrone. Keeping herself out of sight, Choli tiptoed her way towards the next ship. Quickly, she climbed up. And just as she caught up towards the roof, she found out she wasn't alone.

There was a boy there, laying down. Was he sleeping? Was he the owner of this ship? Or was he also a pirate? For now, Choli crouched low, he had not noticed her yet.

 

[Bryce Bantam]

"You win, nice to meet ya buddy..."

He said before leaving the credits as well as the fruit for his unnamed betting partner as he jumped off the crate and moved toward the commotion. Not poor by any means, between his small company and time with the underground BB was never shy about money and the loss of the credits was not something he was worried about. What had his attention was the aliens that had flashed their weapons. One didn't need to be a master in telepathy to see they had bad intentions on their minds. What BB had thought might be a good old fashioned street fight had now turned into something more serious and well, he didn't like it.

In the past BB had faced odds that were less then favorable, and by the force folks had been there to help. Time had come for him to pay it forward. Before the stranger had time to respond to the new threat BB had raced over and come up next to him standing just behind his right shoulder. Placing his left hand on the man's shoulder in a sign of solidarity BB drew back his coat to reveal his

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BTI-DSG "The Hibernator" before saying...

"You lanky karks this ain't salvage, and less you wanna play I suggest you leave the guy's ship alone."

It was a total bluff, BB meant to fight if it came to that but his statement was false bravado designed to hide how scare he truly was. His fears mattered little now, he had committed to the decision and the next few moments would decide a lot...

[member="Choli Vyn"] [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] [member="Noah Bright"]

 

[Uhtred Kjartan]

[member="Choli Vyn"] | [member="Isaiah Dashiell"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] | [member="Mikhail Shorn"] |[member="Livna Zios"] |

While he was resting on the ship, something like a fight began to brew. He heard it from afar, but Saveair didn't really take pleasure in fighting or harming of the others, so he remained the same way he was, relaxing. A few moments after hearing the commotion, the weight on the tarp shifted. Someone was either trying to pull the tarp off, or trying to climb up with him. Either way, he ignored it, until he heard some demanding voice in the distance. He shifted for a moment and then continued relaxing. He felt the presence of someone there, like how someone felt another person staring at them from behind. He sighed, speaking out to whoever was there and saying :
"Hiya."
And then he waited. Was the person not there? Was the person surprised that the boy had seen them? Hm. Whatever, maybe he'd get a response later. Whether it was hostile or friendly, he did not know. So, he continued to lay down, and waited for a response from whoever was there.

 

[Noah Bright]

Gungan Pirates?

Welp. That was a new one. Even for Bright. Never in a million years past Denon did the old spacer ever once hear the report filed under: Gungan pirates. And he'd been in Intelligence, a long time. Man. This galaxy really does have everything. Sheesh.

Bright gave a champion's nod to [member="Bryce Bantam"] and collected his cheap winnings. Well well. Would you look at that. Sixty credits. Heh... Noah was going to get his free lunch after all. Sweet. Kark me a llama, friend.

"Huh? Oh... Right. Pirates. Yeahhh."

Blast. A fine celebration once again cut short by the scuffle brewing at the edge of his nose.

[member="Isaiah Dashiell"] confronted the gang with a little help from Bantam, AKA BB. Which was wayyy to close to BB-8 for Bright's liking. But that was neither here nor there. Right now? There was a fight a'brewing. Probably a one-sided fight too. There were wayyy too many pirates around for Noah's liking. Thing's were probably going to get a little messy too. Poo.

The spacer turned for the door and quietly shuffled out the hanger's airlock. Anxious to watch the ensuing fight from behind the strong glassteel observation deck windows above. And ya know what? Frell. He might have even made a large bet on the heroes winning this one, had he noticed [member="Choli Vyn"] 's sleuthing around. Might have changed the odds a bit to see her ready for a tussle.

But alas. He completely counted on poor BB and Dashy getting their lil' tushes kicked about, right about now. Slapped silly by the red ray guns of Naboo's brightest little morons.

"Poor sods. And ya know? It just ain't right dying to a duckbill. ...Ugh. Man. I tell ya Bright, old buddy. This galaxy? She just ain't fair. Bleh."

He smirked to himself and counted his new winnings again. Waltzing up the long stairs for a better view of the Gungan's presentation on the deck below. Still thinking about what he was going to order off the menu. Mmm. Yum.

"Pfft. Gungan pirates. Frack that man."

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Here goes nothing."

Luce scrunched his eyes closed and slurped down a mouthful of the worms. He could feel them inside his mouth. Wriggling. He chewed furiously. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Spicy juices flushed his mouth. An involuntary shiver wracked his body. Chewing faster, smaller pieces. Less wriggling, please less wriggling. Munch, swallow.

Eugh.

A full water cup quickly turned into an empty one as he drained every last drop.

He coughed for a moment, then licked his lips and stared at the bowl. His stomach rumbled.

That wasn't so bad, eh?

Sudden commotion blessedly drew his attention away from his unappetizing meal and toward the hangar bays. He frowned and glanced at one of the only other humanoids in the area. Some blonde chick sitting at the other table.

He picked up his bowl and his knapsack and moved to sit opposite the blonde.

"What'sup Buttercup?"

[member="Livna Zios"]

 

[Armand Temi]

The server took their sweet time getting back to Livna. In fact, she wasn’t even sure if the harried staffer was even going to return. In the meantime, the Caprine tried not to watch the young man eating the borean worms, but like a monorail wreck, it was difficult to look away.

Her stomach involuntarily lurched at the thought of all of that wriggling in her sensitive meat-averse mouth.

Craning her neck for the server again, who appeared to be on an endless break of sorts, smoking a cigarra behind the counter, she turned back to the table and her thoughts of finding Desto. And suddenly the worm-eater was beside her at her table. Livna, a gregarious creature by nature, smiled and immediately said, “I noticed you seem hungry.” Well, duh, hungry enough to eat borean worms. “Here,” she continued, pushing her plate of flamin’ hot chips towards him. While they would most likely add insult to injury with their spiciness, the horned blonde was merely being friendly.

“Feel free to eat those. I have… dietary restrictions.”

She didn’t want to be one of those annoying galaxy beings waxing poetic about kale and gluten-free options – and when you were hungry you didn’t have a choice – but she truly did require a vegetarian diet to remain in good health. Which was almost impossible to do when in a sketchy shadowport and holding very little credits.

“What’s your name? Mine’s Livna,” the Caprine infochant said. Maybe the man knew where to find Desto.

[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Matreya]

Matreya sat quietly in the food section, watching as people passed, some conversing, others silent or alone. All in all, they were intriguing aliens, as the number of humanoids seemed small. With his legs propped on his table, his Executive Suit in place, he seemed entirely too noticeable. Yet he didn't get much attention. He was able to sit and eat his concoctions alone, and enjoy them. Having extensive funds made purchasing non-regular meals easy.

For example, having breaded chips deep fried, let to sit on a plate before being covered in soured dairy, cheese, vegetables, and spices? He called em nachos, and wasn't sure if anyone else had ever thought of them, but they were delicious, plus had only cost a small fee more than he expected.

Taking a cheese slathered, white cream oozing, greens covered, chip to his mouth. He bit into the savory flavor, and smile, dusting his hands clean over a space that didn't have his expensive suit beneath it. Eyes roved the sector, until they landed on a kid talking to a woman, while seemingly able to eat... were those worms?

"Terr, are those worms?" Matreya asked, his stomach turning just a bit.

"Yes. Yes they are."

"Yeah, that ain't cool. Anyone that down on their luck could use a helping hand." Matreya murmured, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, then he nodded, "Extend them a greeting, both, and offer the guy a job. Tell em it could be as short, or as long as he wishes, but that it wouldn't be charity. He would work for his keep."

As his right hand man rose to do his work, Matreya waved to the counter of storefront that had made his meal. A middle aged man came forth, wiping his hands on his apron, "How can I help ya, Mr. Elahad?"

"Do you have any steak? Or good meat?" Matreya asked, his eyes going to the dish, "Don't get me wrong, its perfect, exactly what I had imagined." He paused, "But I didn't know that would be lacking as well."

"Yessir. We got Bantha burger if that would suit you?" The man fidgeted, asking for relief clearly, apparently unqualified for the life of interaction.

"Sounds good. Take this one, keep it warm, and add some burger." Matreya said, then grinned, "Lighten up man. I'm not going to have your shop closed if I didn't enjoy something!"

[member="Livna Zios"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"Luce," replied the vagrant.

He tried to hide the red burning up his face behind another carefree grin, but found the smile quickly slipping from his features. "Am I that obvious? Thanks though, seriously."

Taking charity felt wrong somehow. Like maybe there were other, hungrier people out there who might deserve the horned lady's kindness more. Taking her food seemed a little selfish, but Luce guessed he'd always been more than a bit selfish. What kid raised as a tapani noble wouldn't be? No harm now.

His stomach quickly shooed away philosophical meanderings with a rumble. So Luce dug in, devouring the bowl of chips. He'd stuffed four in his mouth by the time his tongue registered the spice. Shorn's wide brown eyes began to water. He looked toward his empty water glass, swallowed the chips and coughed once or twice.

"Oh man. They, uh, have a kick to 'em."

Realizing he sounded a little ungrateful, Luce pushed his bowl of worms toward her.

"You want some?" The contents of the bowl writhed furiously. "I'm told their a delicacy."

He couldn't keep the smirk from crawling up his features anymore than he could stop those worms from wiggling.

"Hello the table." A man's voice from behind.

Luce turned around, raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Mr. Elahad extends a warm greetins," he jerked a thumb back toward a three-piece at the counter. "Says he's got a job for you, if you're willin' ta work."

"Sorry, but tell Mr. Eluha I don't turn tricks."

"Wha-" the man looked flabbergasted, "No, no, that's not what he mea-"

"No it's ok, really. But tell him thanks, I guess." Luce turned away and waved a hand over his shoulder.

Every station, I swear. I think it's the hair. Too long?

[member="Valashu Elahad"] | [member="Livna Zios"]

 

[Isaiah Dashiell]

Finally! His knight in shining armor! He looked over to the rugged looking spacer that had come to his aid and nodded. It was still outnumbered, and most definitely outgunned...But he had a feeling that karma was on his side for once. His right hand reached down to his blaster's holster, his fingers wiggling ever so slightly over the weapon. The Gungan that seemed to be the leader of the unlikely band of pirates stepped forward. A long scar crossed his face and over a milky white eye. His long mouth twitched, shaking his whiskers a little.

"Who'sa gonna stop us? You?" The other Gungans laughed as their weapons powered up. The low hum of the pirate leader's vibrosword sent a shiver down Izzy's spine. The hangar went on as usual despite the slight commotion. Maybe this sort of thing was common place? He was in the middle of nowhere after all...Maybe this was just how people settled disputes. He hated dealing with pirates, it never ended well. Izzy took a deep breath and took a step forward.

"Better believe it fish breath."

[member="Noah Bright"] [member="Saveair Calcotrzi"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] [member="Choli Vyn"]

 

[Bryce Bantam]

The guy had guts, or at least it looked like he had and in situations like this the mental part was half the battle. BB sized up the group as they readied their weapons. Slowly they began to fan out in a half circle looking like they were reading to surround the two of them. Eight to one odds, not fun when you're the one but not as bad as taking on a brood of sith spawn either, as they continued to circle instinctively BB's hand left hand went for his shoto lightsaber, not well trained in it he knew he may need the training blade to help fend off attacks should the gungans draw to close. BB slowed his breathing, concentrating on the moment as he had been briefly instructed. Feel the force, begin to let it flow through you, you're gonna need it to get out of this one kid...

"You ready for this.." BB asked [member="Isaiah Dashiell"]