Step Back In Time [Dreyton]

[Abaigeal E'ron]

Jakku
Canyon Town

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The Crossfire Hurricane touched down on the sands of Jakku with ease, the engines roaring before the cool down cycle began, kicking up a cloud of dust and sand. As the cockpit canopy popped, Geal clicked out of her harness before stepping onto the wing and jumping into the sands. She pulled off her gloves and threw them on the pilot seat, pulled up the cloth around her mouth and looked to the skies.

There was no sign of Dreyton, maybe he had already landed. She made sure the security cable was attached to her ship, she was not going to take the chance that when she returned, her ship would be gone. It was to important to her, apart from being her only mode of transport off this place, it had value well beyond its vintage price.

She made her way to the compound, an array of misshapen tents and buildings that seemed to be constructed out of whatever was found on his planet. The place had grown over the years, and now is a thriving market place of things just as misshapen. A breeze flapped at the tent canvas, and the sand, biting at her face as she walked. Geal had come prepared for this trip, dressed in casual white clothing, and solid boots, a fabric jacket a necessity for concealing weapons. After all, you could never tell which way the deal will go in the back waters.

The shade of the main market tent was welcoming from the heat and glare from the sun, and naturally on planets like this, water is a commodity of value, but she had brought her own and already Geal could feel the need for it. Finding a seat on a crate, she sat waiting for Dreyton to show up, and sipped on her water flask as she watched the trades peddle their wares.

 

[Myra]

Dreyton sat in orbit just... staring at the planet out the window of his ancient Jedi Starfighter which, could barely even be called that anymore. The hull was the same, but he had replaced every component at one point or another with newer tech he managed to find. The green paint was chipped and scorched from constant exposure to stellar radiation, the glass was cracked in a few places, and he lacked an astromech to really pull the ship to its full potential, not to mention that his jury rigged hyperspace capabilities were getting really old. He was growing tired of having to fix the hyperspace drive every other jump. Jakku had parts, he had dropped by a few dozen times before to fix the ship up but this time he was looking for a full upgrade.

He'd huff before sitting up a little straighter before propelling the ship down to the surface. The diamond shape would zip above Abaigeal towards the outside of the settlement. The sand would get kicked up as the ship settles uneasily, sputtering uneasily as if under great strain. As the engines slowly die down, Dreyton would vault over the side of the ship, pulling a large backpack with him which held his armor. As his boots hit the sandy surface he would squint up at the bright sand and dusty town before pulling his hood up to shield his delicate pale skin against the scorching sun.
Into the town he'd tred, not having bothered to put any protection on the ship he had no plans to return to.

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Regardless of the protection of the shade cloth, Geal could feel the sweat seeping on her skin, it was somewhat cooler here in Canyon Town, protected by the surrounding high ridges but the heat just seems to get everywhere. She sipped on her water, mindful not to drink it all, and replaced the cap before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

She was watching a Kyuzo, haggling over the price of a part for a ship she assumed, but the Crolute trader was adamant the price was fixed. He must have been here a while, by the look of his skin all sullen and sagging, maybe ‘native’ to Jakku. She took her attention away from them, a familiar presence in the force was approaching and she turned her head in that direction to see Dreyton approach.

Since her arrival, the market place had got busy and she pushed her way through until reaching the edge of the shade cloth overhead. Watching him come toward her, she could not help feeling a pang of guilt over the list of items she had charged him with gathering, it was very big and a good part of the reason they were here on Jakku. He needed a ship, something big enough to transport the items and something reliable.

“Good to see you made it in one piece”, she offered as greeting as he neared. Geal offered him her water flask with a flash of a smile, in case he was already parched from the heat.

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[Myra]

Dreyton would take the flask, lifting it up to her "Cheers" he'd grumble before taking a sip from the flask. He hated Jakku. He hated Tattooine. He hated every planet that had more sand then it did vegetation. It was always too hot and the people were always thieves, bandits, and back stabbers. After wiping his mouth with his already dusty sleeve he'd offer her the flask again. "This is goin' te' be fun ain't it?" he'd smirk at her before motioning towards the tents and the Kyuzo. "Any leads? Lookin' for somethin' fast.. lots o' cargo space.. any of the YT light freighters or maybe a modified fighter. I'm sure someone 'ere conned or stole one off some degenerate." and before she even answers he begins marching off towards the fringe of the camp, where he assumes he'll find something.

He was, now that he thought about it, a little sad to see his green fighter go. He had spent so many years with it and dumped way too many credits into it. Knowing just how many credits he poured into it made him internally chuckle, probably could have bought at least four new ships with how much he spent.

Near the end of the town would be a makeshift docking yard, a few ships haphazardly scattered about. Pretty much all of them would have a few armed men stationed around it, and a broker standing out front shouting praises about that particular ship. It's modifications, achievements, there would even be a few noticeable names from a few asteroid race runs and other space craft sports. Dreyton would head out to the center of this sprawling and glorified parking lot and rest his hands on his hips, seeming rather satisfied with them all.

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After hitching her watch flask to her belt, Geal shook her head with a chuckle as Dreyton walked away toward the ships in a separate compound. He really is a dry old stick, his sense of humour direct to the point. She followed after him, her eyes finding their way to his old ship alone out in the sand, and the feeling coming from him spoke of a sentimentality she did not expect from him. Hmm, will have to see about that. She hatched a plan.

“Haven’t had time to get a lead, but by the looks of it”, she pointed toward the compound, “There might be something in the yard that could take your fancy”. There were several freighters, a YT2400, a big ugly YV-929 which looked like it had seen better days, a Templar class and T40 Heavy, and some other uglies that defied imagination and probably gravity. If they ever got off the ground she would be surprised, let alone travel in space. “How’s your haggling skills”, she grinned eying off the potential used ship salesmen.

Also in the compound was a tent with a Jawa tinkering away at some piece of junk, but what caught her attention was the line of astromechs for sale. “You go on ahead, I am going to do some window shopping”.

Grateful for the shade again, Geal took her time looking over the mechs, most of which were very old and in bad shape. The Jawa would not leave her in peace however, selling the benefits of the astromech, each and every one. But one did look good if not a little beat up from the wears of time, a R7-D4 rusty brown and silver, and for the most part very attentive and active and chirpy. He was over priced of course, but Geal did not mind handing over the credits, after all making a living out on this desert planet is hard enough without someone beating you down.

Ship buying on the other hand, was an entirely different matter.

Geal found her way back to Dreyton with Rusty in tow, chirping way happy to be out of the Jawa’s hands. She patted his dome head with a grin, “Come on Rusty, meet your new master”, she said as they approached. Geal was pleased to see there were no dead bodies on the ground, no one had tried to scam Dreyton, not yet anyway.

“Got you something”, she said with a smile, “Thought you might need a pilot for your old ship, or for your new one. His name's Rusty”.

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[Myra]

Dreyton watches her wander off with an amused grin, before stomping off towards the shipyard. Few interest him, he hears sales pitch after sales pitch after sales pitch and none of them really stick with him. That is until he finds one particularly dwarfish looking man. It was the line "The real Millennium Falcon!" that drew him over to hear the man, a small crowd already assembling around the new comer salesman. "I bought it! Fixed it up! And here it is! The real thing!" Dreyton, of course, knew he was lying. He had already watched the "real" Millennium falcon get sold off a few dozen times by a few different people. Yet, this ship did stand out to him. It was, after all, everything he ever wanted in a ship. He had always somewhat looked up to the Millennium Falcon, with the grandiose stories told about it and it's constant conflicts with The Empire of old and its many achievements. "How much ye' want for it lad?" The number astounded him, and was far more than he was expecting. Already people began to flee the crowd knowing that this was far past their price range, far past Dreyton's price range.

He'd step away with them, thinking... He could just...

Well, there she was again.. with a droid? He watched the strange R7 unit roll zoom over behind her and he would squint at it. "Rusty? Ye' sure that's not just the adjective the salesmen described this bucket o' bolts as?" He would roll his eyes before looking back at the YT-1300 that had caught his eye before leaning in to Abaigeal "Yer not above theft... are ye?"

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Rusty ran through a series of beeps and squeals in protest for being called a ‘bucket ‘o bolts’, Abaigeal thought him very handsome in a rustic kind of way. She patted his dome to reassure him, things would be fine with his new master, they would just take a time of getting used to each other. But Dreyton could use the help out there on his own, especially when trading to acquire the ‘items’ they needed.

She followed his gaze toward the ship, a YT-1300 that took his fancy and it did look in good condition she had to admit. Then she grinned, his words the cause of it, “I have a bad feeling about this”, she raised a whimsical eyebrow. Of course she wasn’t above theft, for a good cause, everything was on the table.

They walked away from the shipyard, for the best at this point, besides they needed a plan.. and a burger. “Let’s go eat and I assume you already have a plan?”. Stealing the ship outright, they would end up with a bounty on their heads but stealing the ship through a clever deception, well that was possible. Rusty could fly her ship home, she was not going to leave that behind, it was too important to her to do that.

Finding a ‘table’, which was nothing more than a crate and two smaller crates as seats, she sat. It would not be long before the food hawkers would arrive like flies buzzing about for business. And before long the pair had two burgers and Corellian potatoes before them, and it smelled so good. Geal’s stomach felt like she had not paid attention to it in days, the mere smell enough to set it off in a rumble.

The first bite is always the best, with verbal appreciation as she sunk her teeth in. The meat was a bit chewy, whatever the meat actually was, but she did not care to know. The juices running down her hand and her arm and burgers like this you always wear part of it. Abaigeal placed the burger down and wiped her hands in a futile effort to clean them, “So .. what’s your plan”.

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[Myra]

"Plan? I 'ave no plan. That's what I'm 'ere with you for. Ye' know me, not a big plan bloke... At least not on god forsaken sandy 'ell 'oles like this" He'd smirk at her a bit before lifting the burger and sinking his chompers into it. Oh how he missed civilized food, so often he was stuck out in the wilderness roasting what ever small animal he could find over a fire or eating some vacuum sealed rations. With another bite he'd roll his eyes back and heave a sigh of bliss before sliding the burger back on the plate. "My guess is they're just a bunch o' bandits an' I really 'aven't got a problem with 'dealing' with them. But. I doubt the both of us could take all of 'em, especially if they have more goons in town."


Dreyton would sit up a bit and look around the city before shrugging "Simple mind trick could do it... But, again, I can't trick that many people at once and even with the both of us who knows who's watching in the shadows ready to start blastin' when things start goin' funny." He'd look over at their new found droid before looking back at her "What exactly does that droid do... What kind of slicin' hardware does it 'ave? We could... sneak the droid on the ship, let it slice it up and when it starts up the engines we hop on board and fly away. Shields should protect it from their measly blasters." He'd raise his eyebrows, looking at her for opinion on the half baked idea.

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It looked as though she had discovered a kindred spirit when it came to burgers, in Dreyton. He was in a bigger mess as she was, and it was never easy to eat a burger with finesse. With full cheeks munching, she thought over his plan, which was not that great even he would admit that, but it did give her an idea.

“Just a touch of double standards there?”, she grinned at him speaking about the bandits, “Planning to steal their ship”, she chuckled and had little problem with it herself.

“I don’t know the droid well enough for that, not sure of it’s skills but”, she placed her burger down once more and shook her hands of any juices and crumbs. “I do have an idea”, she looked around making sure there was no one in hearing range before leaning in closer to whisper.

“No one would be expected to buy a ship without a ‘test run’, we go show interesting in buying it, convince the owner to the test flight. Once we are ..”, pointed upward to the sky, “… Rusty will take my ship to orbit and wait for us there. We knock the guy out, and fly away .. we can drop him off at the nearest planet”.

She picked up her drink and watched for his reaction to her plan over the rim of the container of green juice of some dessert plant that left a bitter after taste. There was a slight wicked twinkle in Abaigeal’s eyes if Dreyton looked close enough to see it. For in her mind Geal was working on the act to play out this piece of ‘theatre’, which naturally, involved Dreyton as the main lead.

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