Stealing... er... Repossessing a vessel

[Fjorra the Huntress]

Another sleepless night; it seemed like they were getting closer and closer. A heavy sigh crossed her lips as she sat up from the hard bunk that she had barely managed to find. She was getting tired of this by now, these damn transports and dive bars. It would be much easier if she could manage to find her own ship; as well as forgot how she could easily recognized what species a child was just by their screaming and crying. Shaking her head for a moment; Fjorra managed to drag herself out of bed. Quietly putting herself together and getting ready to face the new day. Then again not that many people faced the new day decked with a multitude of weapons.

Quietly she managed to slip out of her room unnoticed; though she didn't leave a single item behind. After all she didn't want to lose anything now did she? Fjorra moved through the transport, her boots echoing in the hall until she came upon the boarding ramp and waited. The vessel had already entered the atmosphere and it just a few moments it would land. Then she'd be faced with another back world planet as she sighed. At least it was Tatooine, a world she had visited before; however she wasn't very fond of it.

As the loud hiss filled the cargo bay she stepped forward; the boarding ramp slowly opening until it created a thud as it struck the ground of the landing pad. She didn't have to worry about any fees for parking or refueling which was a plus; then again it could also be a minus due to how many beings she was constantly in contact with. Quickly slipping pass the port master she made her way towards the cantina, hoping that there was something there or someone there willing to pour a drink or point her in the right direction.

@[member="Luminous"]
@[member="Hasjo Hallu"] (just in case)
@[member="Jonathon Patches"] (If he's interested)
@[member="Slade Zambrano"]
@[member="Andrix Taltheon"]

 

[Andrix Taltheon]

Andrix stepped off the Ivory Crow's ramp and onto the hot sands of Tatooine. Normally, he would avoid the desert planet altogether, but there was a client who had promised him 10,000 credits for what seemed like a relatively simple transport. Still, he threw his white hood up in reluctance as he strode through the dusty, sandy spaceport. He needed a drink before he moved the cargo, so he headed to the nearest bar, an ugly dive full of ugly people, humans and aliens alike. He kept his hood up in an effort to remain incognito.

 

[Jacob2130]

"Another drink please" asked Tye with a smile. He had been there all day just waiting for someone that looked like a Jedi or Sith it didn't matter to ask for some sort of information on Holocrons to learn some new force techniques. He doesn't know how much further he can go though without a proper trainer. Tye noticed @[member="Fjorra the Huntress"] and @[member="Andrix Taltheon"] walk in the bar. "Let's see here someone with a bunch of gear and another person with a white cloak on.. Why do I feel so out of place here.." Tye mumbled as he sipped his drink. *sigh* "I can't complain much about the cloak though because it looks like mine except mines black.. I can't risk someone seeing my face though it's far to dangerous." Tye thought to himself. He took another sip. "Bartender! When that girl walks over here to get a drink tell her I got the tab." Tye gulped the rest of his drink down and headed to a private booth to get away from everyone and to be alone. Tye reached in his pack and pulled out his black mask with a gold T on it and slid it on to his face. "Now no one will recognize me.."

 

[The Upright Man]

Whether he liked it or not. Luminous was stuck here. And he didn't like it one bit. His suit's onboard air-conditioning kept him warm. Though it was uncomfortable the way in which he was now forced to live. He refused to remove his armour, this place was dangerous. The armour itself had a way of disposing his organic waste without removing the armour, but it was mildly disturbing, and uncomfortable. Slid over his back was an old blaster sniper rifle. Capable of exceeding lengths of 14,000 kilometres, given the right terrain. Though there were ever so rarely an environment in which he could use the maximum distance. Only once had he ever used such a vast distance with the rifle. He stood in the port, outside his old freighter rust bucket. It was barely legal for space travel. Technically, it wasn't, he just bribed the space vehicle registration officer to say it was.

@[member="Fjorra the Huntress"]

 

[Fjorra the Huntress]

Cantinas weren't normally known for their windows; though leave it to Fjorra to manage to find one, even if it was just a rounded hole in the wall. From her seated position she had a clear view of both the entrance inside and of the paths that lead to the entrance. There was even enough of a view to see what she could only assume was an old freighter that was clear to have seen better days. In her mind though it was an antique, and such a thing needed to be cared for. It was strange enough that in that moment she had seemingly made up her mind to steal it; or rather repossess it would be the terminology that she would prefer to use. However there remained the problem of the owner and how she could get on board and steal it in that time. Likewise there was always the question of what little tricks or traps might be waiting on board or if the karking thing even flew or not.

During her mental planning and thinking she had lightly tapped on the table, a clear signal to the bar tender for a drink. Of course she wasn't expecting for it have been paid already. Of course it was a little off putting when she found out during her attempt to pay for the drink. It was clear that she was a bit angry and her response was simple. She cleared her wupiupi off the table before sending the drink back. She didn't want it; nor was she going to trust that whomever bought it hadn't put something in it. That was more than enough of a reason for her to leave the cantina in itself.

Taking a moment to survey the room, she slowly stepped out of the entrance, her hand coming up to shield her eyes from the sun. Her focus was now fully on the old YT-2400 that was sitting in the port. Habitually biting her bottom lip she looked towards the person whom seemed to be the owner, or guardian. An armored opponent; which wouldn't be easy to deal with. Quietly she tapped her fingers against her thigh before she stepped away from the cantina entrance. There was no point in just standing around like a wall.

@[member="Luminous"]
@[member="Tye Kelly"]
@[member="Andrix Taltheon"]
@[member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Andrix Taltheon]

Andrix had stayed close to the bar, watching the patrons as they came and went. One in particular, a young woman with brown hair, seemed to be preoccupied with something going on outside. Andrix checked out the other patrons again, ordering a drink. There was really no one else of note inside the bar, except for a dark robed man wearing a mask.
Andrix's eyes went back to the young woman as he took a sip of his drink. He made up his mind to talk to her, and began to approach her, when she stood up and made for the door. Frowning, Andrix decided instead to follow from a distance.

 

[Jacob2130]

Tye noticed the man following her and smelled trouble. As soon as the white coated man was about to hit the exit Tye stood up and grabbed @[member="Fjorra the Huntress"] drink and started following the follower.

 

[Fjorra the Huntress]

Fjorra took a moment to look over her shoulder, noticing the two that seemed to decide to follow her. It wasn't that difficult; after all, not that many people go walking around Tatooine in white robes or a black mask. A sigh crossed her lips as she continued to walk down the main street of the spaceport. Her hands remained close to her sides, ready to pull the targeting blasters from where they waited.

"Just what I needed."

She mused to herself about being followed. Of course there could be worst things; though she was hoping that this wouldn't put a damper on her plan to leave in a new ship. Her attention was still focused on that old YT-2400 and trying to figure out a way to liberate or rather repossess it from its current owner. It was clear whomever owned it didn't even deem it worthy enough to be maintained and cleaned.

@[member="Tye Kelly"]
@[member="Andrix Taltheon"]
@[member="Luminous"]
@[member="Slade Zambrano"]