Hyperdrive Shenanigans

[DHK-51]

The droid followed Vosh, caring little about her mood. She seemed to jump from one emotion to another within the blink of an eye, which would be fine if she could control which one she used.

"Statement: A proton bomb would be a very stupid way of killing us, though with any luck, we'll be able to eliminate these meatbags before we leave. Query: Have you ever been in Hutt space before?" The droid asked, trying to at least pretended to be interested in the acolyte's travels.

[member="Vosh Mozh"] - [member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[Vosh Mozh]

If the droid had tried to put any conversational nuance into the tone of that question, Vosh couldn't pick it up. Droids weren't capable of making such things as polite disinterest clear through tone. "I grew up here."​ Vosh said, after a short pause. She sighed, continuing as they walked. ​"On this planet's moon, I mean."​ Even from orbit, it was obvious that Nal Hutta was a repulsive planet, just like the Hutts that inhabited it. ​"I'm sure you've heard of Nar Shadaa. It's essentially a pirate cove nested into a pirate empire."​ She never had liked either Nal Hutta or Nar Shadaa.

​"It's a festering abomination; one hell of a terrible excuse for a respectable home, especially for a Twi'Lek girl literally surrounded by slavers twenty-four seven."​ Vosh stopped talking abruptly. She realized that she was ranting to an assassin droid, and pitying herself had decided to shut herself up.

[member="DHK-51"] - [member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[DHK-51]

"Commentary: This unit has been to Nar Shadaa once, tracking a target to the planet. You are right in calling it a 'festering abomination', though it is a good place to find targets." The droid responded, noting that the girl had stopped her tale rather quickly. "Query: Do you not wish to continue your story? Perhaps I should keep us entertained if you won't?" DHK said jokingly, though it was impossible to tell due to the monotone voice it employed.

[member="Darth Ferox"] - [member="Vosh Mozh"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"She is more than welcome to continue her story another time." The Zabrak, bored of waiting alone, caught up to [member="DHK-51"] and [member="Vosh Mozh"] as they talked to one another. Bonding perhaps? He wouldn't be against it, as eventually one of his acolytes would take the droid as their own when Ferox died. Not that he planned on dying anytime soon. "Once we dock, it will be all business. We don't have the funds handy to pay for all that will have to be paid for, so we're going to pose as some bounty hunters. Not Sith. Understood?" Hutt space didn't care if someone was Sith or Jedi, but it was far easier to travel around as a bounty hunter instead of either. Less looks their way. "51, see if you can find us a good start for work."

 

[Vosh Mozh]

Vosh nodded her head, already beginning to form an idea of who she was going to be. She'd had some experience back on Nar Shadaa with pretending to be someone else, it was necessary on occasion to get what she needed, or wanted, from the more well-off denizens of the planet. However, her experience was minimal, and more often than not she had been accompanied by more talented fiends who pushed her into minor roles.

​"Ready when you are, Master."​ As ready as she would ever be.

@Darth Ferox - [member="DHK-51"]

 

[DHK-51]

"Statement: Searching for available employers." The droid stated, stopping in place for a moment whilst it scanned the extranet. After a few seconds, it's head turned to it's master. "Statement: There is a Rodian named Drerk Dastio who is in need of bodyguards. His record shows that the Hutts are trying to end his career as a slicer early. The job will be simple enough, and should give us a good leg to stand on." With that, the droid drew it's rifle, holding it steady as to look more intimidating, and to really sell the bodyguard look.

[member="Krest"] - [member="Vosh Mozh"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Then bodyguards we shall be, for now. Lead the way 51." The Zabrak folded his arms over his chest as he nodded to [member="DHK-51"] , then turned his gaze to [member="Vosh Mozh"] . "We are not Sith here, keep that in mind. No one will follow your orders, and no one will care. Shrug off any hostility. We can't afford to make enemies here." But we can afford to make allies. The thought already crossed his mind that this might be a good place to find a more.. Shady business partner. Perhaps they would see soon enough.

 

[DHK-51]

"Statement: As you wish master, follow me 'bounty hunters'." The droid replied, before leading the way out of the ship's hanger. The docking area that they'd been assigned to was small, but as long as they could leave, size didn't matter. The engineers sent to check the ship over were waiting for them at the elevator, asking about payment for this job.

"Statement: You shall be payed when the job is complete, that is how things work." DHK told them coldly, stepping into the elevator with it's companions in toe. "Agreement: You were right master, these meatbags are quite hostile. How I wish to eliminate them all."

[member="Krest"] - [member="Vosh Mozh"]

 

[Vosh Mozh]

Vosh waited until the engineers were out of earshot, then quite promptly began an array of complaints about their smell. It wasn't until she ran out of creative ways to insult them that she finally brought herself to a more serious remark. ​"It's not out-of-the-question to take their service and kill them without payment, is it?"​ ​It hadn't been 5 minutes but she'd already had her fill of Hutt Space. One might think she would be used to it after growing up here, but perhaps she had become accustomed to space and its distinctively low undesirable-per-lightyear.

Despite the nostalgic feeling of Hutt-owned stations, Vosh was no more at home than a Womp rat on Dagobah.

[member="DHK-51"] - [member="Krest"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"We're not going to kill any of our employers unless they try to kill us first. It's bad form otherwise, and needless killing is just that. Don't assume that we have to kill everyone, understood?" It was all the Zabrak would say to [member="Vosh Mozh"] , and answer [member="DHK-51"] . He didn't enjoy this place either, but they could not draw attention. Not yet. Not with only the three of them alone on a spaceport with a large ship that needed repairs.

"We are going to do as this man asks, and keep it professional. For now."

 

[DHK-51]

The elevator slowly made it's way to the central level, and as the door opened the trio could see the full extent of the scum. People of all different species walked past, giving dirty looks at the three of them. At the centre of the area was a cantina, guarded by a Gamorrean, who was in the middle of throwing a human out of the drinking house.

"Statement: Understood master, follow me." The droid said, before leading the group towards the cantina. The Gamorrean stopped them before they could enter, and squealed at them. "Translation, this meatbag says that droids aren't allowed into the cantina master. The two of you should be able to find the rodian, he is missing his left ear for some reason."

[member="Krest"] - [member="Vosh Mozh"]