Private One Half Portion...

[Mariya Pyne]

Jakku​

Acrid. Dusty. Filthy. Barren. These were the qualities of Jakku. Pleasantries, those of delicate design, and anything one might consider beautiful were traits one would never use to describe, nor see, on this dust bowl of a planet. So too the idea of law became loose fitting, typically rendered by the person with the bigger ego and the faster shot. But above all, it was the perfect place for one to make themselves lost. Not just in a crowd, but to the galaxy as a whole. Rarely did anyone visit the planet willingly, fewer still ever left. Centuries had passed, yet the graveyard of starships lingered on, their skeletons a host for salvagers and creatures alike.

Mariya wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, glancing up towards the rising sun to gauge the time. Her bronze colored goggles protected her eyes and dimmed the bright glare against the dunes. The speeder she was in the midst of repairing needed a few more parts; notably a handful of compression tubes and a thruster flap. Trouble was getting the parts. It wasn't quite like she could sling a few credits and pick up what she needed. It required either a salvage run which pitted its own dangers, or a barter with one of the local bosses that would swindle you of your boots if they could squeeze it out of you.

The small hut she had to call her own was decent enough. It provided shelter from the elements, a place to sleep, and she had fashioned a small vapor spire to sustain herself, though several times she'd fended off bandits looking to make a quick and easy cred by stealing it. All of this tinkering and living on Jakku however was merely a cover. She'd been waiting for a shipment of arms, military grade blasters and ordnance stolen from the Alliance by turncoats in their ranks. Her slicing through transmissions conducted via the holonet had got her the location and the items to be exchanged, though before she could identify the names and date of the exchange Mariya had to cut the connection or risk being discovered snooping.

Thus she waited, playing the part of a stranded ships mechanic making the most of their newfound life on Jakku.

Dagon Kaze

 

[Dagon Kaze]

A series of small weapon shipments disappearing from the Alliance's Defence Force inventory raised a red flag which had led to Dagon's unsavory assignment on the even more unsavory world of Jakku. From a safe distance, the sweating Jedi padawan observed the dunes where the supposed exchange was to take place.

The Force tickled his senses and a moment later the buzzing sound of engines reached his ears. He looked westward to see a cloud of sand rise up behind a dozen or so speeder bikes and a speeder truck. Not a minute later, from the east, another similar composition of vehicles appeared. Forsaking impatience, Dagon hopped on his own speeder bike and burst towards the exchange. Unable to discern any details except crates and people, he tunnel visioned on his task ahead. The sooner he was done with this, the sooner he'd be off this scorching desert.

He hit the brakes hard and ejected himself with a dramatic somersault and landed with an activated blue lightsaber in his right hand. He brushed wet strands of his hair from his forehead and pointed the blade at the smugglers:

"You're under arrest for the theft and smuggling of Galactic Alliance property. Drop your weapons!"

Mariya Pyne