Prospectors Row- Nate

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Vassara sat in the corner of a mudhutt compound deep in the Tatooine desert. Why she was here? So deep in the deserts? Well she was an explorer and as such every explorer needed a good adventure from time to time. This entire valley was populated by sand people, moisture farmers and even greater beasts.

Krayt Dragons.

As she sand whipped across the dunes she ppulled her hood down over her face, trying to keep it from rubbing her skin raw. She had been here three days and been forced to purchase a ratty old tan cloak. only good for keeping out sand, and not much else. Still in coming times she might be able to enchant this cloak as she had done with other items.

Why did they call it prospectors row? Simple really, this is where Mercs, bounty hunters and miners came to find their fortune. A small outlaw settlement in the midst of the most dangerous parts of Tatooines desert, covered by sand regularly. For miles across the sea of golden grains nothing but small mud shacks and bantha leather tents stretched. Each lined up neatly, in one long row.

"Hey you gonna pay for that missy?"

Vassara looked up from her seat to see the ugliest Toydarian in the galaxy looming over her, little wings flapping away.

With ease she tossed a credit chip his way, and waved him off like an annoying gnat. She had sent a message to one particular prospect she had met in the Crystalsong system. [member="Nate Drake"].

Ahh another reason it was called, prospectors row....

 

[Nate Drake]

Nate came to Tatooine to meet [member="Vassara Raxis"] he wouldn't never of came to Tatooine.It was not his type of place he may not be a people person but Tatooine had to much lack of life for him.He had gotten to their meeting place the day before they were supposed to even meet.

Nate had only came because he figured Vassara wanted to meet to train him.Or ever take him on as his padawan he wanted this to work out.He was in needed of a master to teach him.He was sitting in their meeting place waiting.He was wearing a fitted black tee shirt and fitted black pants.He leaned back in the chair he had been seated in he put his feet up and his arms behind his head and waited for her.

 

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[member="Nate Drake"]

It wasnt long before she felt him. Locking onto him was easy as he let his force signature radiate for all to see. Something she would have to teach him about. Pulling the weathered cloak closer still Vassara stood making her way down the street. Each footstep took her closer to where he was, though she was not sure exactly. He was supposed to meet where she had been sitting. Somehow he must've gotten lost.

Her musings were cut short as the winds began to pick up. Howling gales tore at her cloak and the denizens of prospectors row quickly began to close up shop. Vassara expanded her senses, trying to pick up....

Sandstorm

Upon the horizon the sun began to blot out as shadows fell. Prospectors row was buried under sand for a reason. The legendary dune sea had reputation of ripping flesh from bone with its sand storms, and Vassara did not intend to test that reputation. As mercs and bounty hunter alike scattered she made her way through the crowd, shoving them mercilessly aside.

At last she laid eyes on Nate.

"Hey, over here, hurry up!" she roared. the winds were beginning to drown out her voice as the storm intensified, the first whips of sands reaching the camp. The wall of destruction was looming now, racing across the horizon. They had seconds to get inside a tent or mudd hutt, else they be stripped to the bone...

 

[Nate Drake]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]
Nate sat waiting he felt the wind pick up and thought it wasn't a good thing.He really didn't know much about this place it was odd that buried under sand.He wondered if it had something to do with the wind picking up.Then he suddenly heard a voice that he knew was Vassara telling him to go towards her.Out of instinct he quickly got the ran to her at full speed."Well it's nice to see you again what's happening though?"

 

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[member="Nate Drake"]

"Your about to get ground to shreds by a Sandstorm, can't ya tell?" Vassara growled impatiently. She grabbed Nate by the shoulder, dragging him into a nearby bantha leather tent and quickly closing the door. Her hands made quick work of stitching up the flap and she whirled on Nate, a flash of fire in her eyes.

He hadn't followed her instructions to meet, and had almost cost her her life. She had a an unsure feeling about this one but still, she would give him the benefit of the doubt. For a second she paused, centering herself. The Glare Ice Crytsal in the folds of her cloak buzzed slightly, giving off a cooling aura and soothing her nerves.

Small wisps of sand still managed to snake their way through the flap but nothing like what was going on outside. Gale force winds nearly drowned out all sound and the only light in the tent came from a dying pile of coals where one there was a fire.

"Nice to see you again though Nate."

Vassara flipped back her hood and undid the cloak a little, revealing her normal spacers jacket and midnight black tangle of hair. in the corner she pointed to a stack of gear she had already purchased or acquired. There was rucksack, tan burlap and sturdy. There was gunbelt with multiple pouches and simple heavy homespun cloak, much like her own.

"I'm taking you on an adventure Nate. Grab that gear and sort it out."

Crossing the room she squatted down close to the embers and held her hands out to the fireplace, feeling the warmth of the glowing coals.

"Have you learned anything new?"

 

[Nate Drake]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]
Nate raised an eyebrow."Oh sorry and where will we be going."He goes grabs the backpack and puts it on his back.He then grabs the belt and it's that on too."sadly i haven't learned anything new.

 

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[member="Nate Drake"]

"No where right this second." Vassara said rubbing both palms together. As the storm was still raging they wouldnt be able to step outside without getting lungfulls of sand.

"Tell me what you seek Nate. Why are you seeking out training in the Jedi arts? Why not just join the Republic. In fact why don't you just tell me all about yourself."

Vassara had no real clue as to who he was, or what he was doing. He seemed eager enough, almost too eager. She had to know more.

 

[Nate Drake]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]
Nate sat down and relaxed and thought for a moment."Yes I guess we will have to wait.What all would like to know about me?"