One of those days

[Tamith-Kes]

[SIZE=11pt]Her mechanic Tek-Kek, an overly excitable Jawa was waist deep in her hyperdrive back at the dock. It seemed she was stuck here for the time being. She had been given a list of parts he needed but he said the job might be more than he could handle which had Tamith worried. Tek could fix anything, aparently nearly anything. She shighed and walked around the market district. This was well out of her comfort zone, technology made her wary. The only things she bothered with was her ship and her jet pack.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She was dressed in her green scale armor. Her fiery red hair flowed on her shoulders. She must look like a lost little girl but she was strong. She had credits she just needed to know where to go. She wandered to a street vendor, a dug who looked particularly shady. Just looking at him had her set on edge. Why did she have to do this? She reconed CJ would be better suited to this he was her resident talker but he was off at the casino gambling away his monthly cut. She was the captain so the duty fell to her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She was so frustrated she wanted to scream. She clenched her fists, this really shouldn’t be so hard. She narrowed her eyes and glared at the dug. Diplomacy was not her strong point. She pointed at the list and spoke with a husky voice. Her tone carried with it her frustration. She wanted so much to be back at the blade. Olthogo was a crime boss but to Tamith he was a father figure. Hutts she could deal with, merchants not so much.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Do you speak basic?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The dug shook his head and she stomped her foot. She did not like being stuck anywhere, to feel powerless. She could always ask the hutt for help but he lived by survival of the fittest, she couldn’t show him weakness.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Kyra Sol"][/SIZE]

 

[Lief]

It had been quite some time since she found herself on the Smuggler's Moon.

It wasn't her favourite place in the Galaxy, but it certainly wasn't the worst either. More things happened here than would be permitted elsewhere, and as long as you didn't cause too much of a stir you'd go mostly unnoticed, like a specter.

Kyra wasn't here on shady business. She had no illicit goods in her cargo bay, she wasn't looking for anything on the black market, or men for hire, she was simply... Lingering. Between jobs.

Last time she had been in this predicament she had ended up on Arkania, and the memory of that brought about just a slim smile. It was fleeting, however, and before long she focused back in on the path she was taking through the grimy streets of this ecumenopolis.

At her heel, happy to be off the ship, Kyne lumbered. The pup' seemed happily distracted by all the sights and sounds and smells, things Kyra had experienced a dozen times over, and to see his child-like fascination made her chuckle.

"Funny pup', aren't you?" she coo'd, settling a hand atop his head and giving him a good ole pet. "Why don't we find something to eat, eh?"

At the mention of food his ears perked up, a slightly happy yip from his jowls. Another grin.

So many people lingered in the streets, some looked practically euphoric, others worse for wear, frustrated, infatuated, banged up. There had never been a greater place in all the Galaxy to people watch than Nar Shaddaa.

She flipped the sonic servodriver over in her free hand, the tool was always close to her reach, there was a comfort to be felt from owning such a jack-of-all-trades type device, especially now that she was sporting a cybernetic arm that she still hadn't quite fine-tuned.

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[Tamith-Kes]

[SIZE=11pt]She growled through gritted teeth and turned around with another stomp. She was moving forward with more than a little anger in frustration. She pressed her comm and got nothing but static, he must be in a casino, big surprise there. The casinos usually had built in comm jammers. She wasn’t paying attention and slammed directly into the woman and her pup. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Tamith was on edge and ready for a fight. She instinctively grabbed her force pike and glared at Kyra. It quickly dawned on her that she was the one at fault and her features softened a bit as she took a more passive stance and offered her hand to the woman.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Today is not my day… I did not mean to assault you. If you wish to fight I will welcome it and I will allow you to attack first to atone for my folly. I hope however that I could buy you a drink and maybe a treat for your beast?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Tamith was well trained in wrangling all manner of creatures, she had tamed and ridden rancors in her youth. She crouched and got low in front of the pup and offered her hand to sniff and then sniffed the air herself. She looked feral in that moment. When she was satisfied that introductions had been made she looked up to her and narrowed her eyes to try and figure her out. Tamith was not one to smile.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt][member="Kyra Sol"][/SIZE]

 

[Lief]

She had been so focused on Kyne that she hadn't noticed the woman turning headlong into her. With an oof that marked the air being forced from her lungs, she staggered back and held her side for a moment, before blinking when the individual who had knocked her drew a... pike? Well, that certainly wasn't something you saw every day.

Instinct bade her to reach to her belt, which lingered beneath her duster, and fingertips grazed her ion blaster, then the lightsaber that she still carried, for whatever kriffin' reason, before finally settling on the slugthrower.

Yet, before she had cause to draw it, the woman seemed to find sense. The hand which held her servodriver brought it back to the magnetic hook on her belt, before that same hand reached out toward hers.

"Don't worry about it," she quipped, drawing her other hand away from her belt and settling it atop Kyne's head, "No harm done."

Now that they were not facing a stand-off situation, she noticed the look of frustration which underlay the woman. Curious... Very curious. She perked a brow, about to ask about it, when the woman crouched toward the kusak and began to sniff the air, just as Kyne did. Nobody had ever done that before, but so long as she didn't harm him well... Then she supposed no harm no foul.

"We were about to go find ourselves a bite to eat," she said, fussing the pup' behind the ears, "You're more than welcome to join us. You look flustered, friend, in a place like this that's rare for most. What happened? Sank your wages in a casino?" It was just a guess, but on Nar Shaddaa anything really was possible.

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[Tamith-Kes]

[SIZE=11pt]The woman didn’t wish to fight over the mistake and Tamith was relieved. She had not prepared for battle and though every warrior must be ready, Tamith had certain rituals she liked to observe. She nodded to the woman and stayed guarded incase this was a trick, people were duplicitous especially on the smuggler’s moon.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She was invited to dine with them and then her new companion began to inquire what was bothering her. She didn’t know how much she should say, Nar Shadaa was a predatory place and admitting that one’s ship was crippled could be a tactical error. But perhaps this female could help her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I am not a gambler, I do not enjoy games. My friend CJ is probably lost in one of the casinos. A meal would be good. My first officer is working on my ship, I was to aquire parts on a list but I am not skilled in negotiations at least not like this. We can speak more over food. Do you enjoy meat?”[/SIZE]


[member="Kyra Sol"]

 

[Lief]

Kyra could not help but chuckle at how serious this woman was. Her response genuinely took the Scavenger by surprise, and her whole face lit up in response, a stupid grin plastered on her lips.

"I meant no offense, it was just a guess - this is Nar Shaddaa, after all, it's not uncommon for folks to sink their wages."

There had been mention of a ship which required repairs, and to that the woman raised one brow and gave a short nod. That was something that could actually be helped, though the notion to eat first and talk business later was something she could agree on. She didn't want poor Kyne to get too hungry, after all. He was used to getting his supper on time.

"Meat? Who doesn't like meat? Except maybe those strange plant people..." She hummed under her breath, before making a sweeping gesture for the woman to follow. As ever, little Kyne was hot on her heels. "Come, come, I know the perfect place to get a bite to eat, and we can talk about your ship some more there. I'm Kyra, by the way, and this is Kyne..."

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[Tamith-Kes]

[SIZE=11pt]“No offense was taken. I am not one easily upset.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The fact that the woman enjoyed meat helped ingratiate her to Tamith. She could not understand plant eaters.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Kyra, your beast is most pleasing. I was a trainer in my youth. I will follow you although I insist to pay for the meal. I am interested to know more about you.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The woman did not appear soft and that was the first step to respect. Tamith was a warrior and she did not like pretty women, not to say that [member="Kyra Sol"] wasn’t pretty but that wasn’t all she relied on at least not from what Tamith had seen.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“I am Tamith Kes of the Empress, is it far?”[/SIZE]

 

[Lief]

"He's a kusak hound," she said, of Kyne, reaching a hand to pat him atop the head, "Raised him since he was a pup, the perfect companion for long journeys through space. Doesn't bicker or fuss like most lifeforms."

Kyra could not abide having a sentient crew, she had her droids for any specialized tasks, and most of the mechanics she did herself. Kept down costs, stopped her from feeling overwhelmed or crowded, and honestly made her ship run a lot smoother. If she was the only person onboard, and she respected her ship more than anything else, then there was less chance it was going to be damaged.

It worked well in theory and in practice.

"Empress?" she inquired, raising a brow. She did not know of any Empress in the Galaxy to date, but that didn't mean there weren't any. It was a large place, after all, and the politics went further than the great powers which stretched over the stars. "What would you like to know?" she asked, more than happy to divulge a little information about herself. Kyra wasn't the kind to get hung up on information privacy, there wasn't much to know.

Pretty soon they came upon the place, the Romping Rugger, a little bit of a backwater establishment, awfully stuffy in the evening but during the day it was actually rather pleasant, more so than most of what the Moon had to offer.

"Here we are... Shouldn't be too busy."

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