Private Finders Keepers

[Vyri]

Vryi was without transportation. It wasn't the largest problem on her plate, but it certain was a pain in her artificially inflated hind quarters. Haha, jk, those were alllllll natural baby. She had had a fair bit to drink, the buzz of alcohol giving a considerably brighter outlook to her life. It was all in the small things, you know? You're fine the alcohol told her. Life's great, it reassured her.

You definitely need that speeder, it whispered in her ear.

She definitely needed that speeder, she decided, hopping over the opened top and popping open the control panel. She was only a little buzzed, hardly anything. She could hot wire a starship with her eyes closed. This was nothing. Supposedly.

She whistled into the air, giving a nonchalantly glance around as she ripped at the exposed wires. In the cover of the night, she was pretty sure the spares bypassers couldn't see her hands under the stealing wheel. Badabing, badaboom-- She bit her lip as she went to strip the ignition cords. Huh. Weird-- they were already stripped. ...These were the ones, right? She pulled them up, squinting against the dim darkness of the street.

Van

 

[Van]

Machines were a lot easier to deal with than people. Once you got a basic understanding of how machines worked, what made them up, you could quickly fix them to your advantage. A speeder, for one- a few stripped wires, touch one to another, spark, and suddenly a speeder is all yours. That type of knowledge also comes in handy in a pinch, such as when you owe credits to a particular thug and need to get away.

People, though, couldn't be rewired. They were unpredictable, erratic, prone to emotional, spur-of-the-moment decisions. Van preferred machines over people very much. At least he knew how to fix them.

He'd left the speeder, a sleek, modified landspeeder with a jet black finish, parked in an inconspicuous spot while he stopped to gather a few things he'd hidden away over time—namely, a small stash of credits.

As he returned to the speeder, he quickly noticed an odd shape poking up and wiggling around. It didn't take a genius to realize what was happening. Somebody was trying to steal his stolen speeder. Van approached, careful as to not alert whoever it was that was fiddling with the wires, and as he came upon the passenger side, he kicked the speeder to get the woman's attention.

"What," his tone was a mix of irritation and exhaustion, "are you doing?"

 

[Vyri]

Vryi startled, her knee hitting against the wheel as she made a panic attempt to shove the wired right back out of sight. She peered up at the stranger hovered over her, panicked gaze quickly skimming features for signs of anger. Owners always got angry when you stole their stuff. For a moment, she felt in the clear, something much less fuming flickering across the strangers features instead. Was the car parked in a no park zone? She glanced over her shoulders, straining for signage.

"Uh.... I forgot my key code?" She offered, already knowing the attempt would fall flat. Her muscles clenched, ready to quick draw on her blaster at her hip. Meanwhile her fingers moved desperately in the darkness of the overhang, trying to spark the wires. "You need me to clear out? Sure. No think. Gimmie ten and I'll just, you know, get right out of your hair."

The speeder roared to life.

She grinned.

"There we go!"

 

[Van]

Van’s expression was unchanging, save for his raised brows as he watched the woman fumble about within the speeder. Frankly, he couldn’t believe that, again, somebody was trying to steal his stolen speeder.

“Hop up,” he gestured with his hand for her to get out, “I’ll ignore you if you leave now.”

He wore a long coat, and under it was an empty holster. It would be better for him if she assume he was armed- would keep her from doing anything too brave. He leaned over the speeder, his fingers finding hold on it. If she took off, at least he might be able to hold on.

“But, before that, why are you trying to lift my ride?”

 

[Vyri]

Vyri's expression crumbled into a tight pinch. Ah. Right. Yes, of course the owner would come around just as she went to pinch it. Was her luck, I mean really.

"But, before that--"

Vyri pressed the gas. She zipped forward, 0 to whatever as she tried to rip him from the handle and get out before he could get a shot in-- that was if he even had a gun. But it wasn't pulled so it hardly counted. Her knuckles went white on the steering wheel, her sudden departure sending her smacking into another parked speeder and veeeeeeeeeeeering off course.