Taking Stock of the Market [Open]

[Dekkan Fray]

Old Patch District, Abregado-Rae​

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Outdoor Produce Market ​

Early Morning​

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An early to rise tradition had been kept on most mornings in Old Patch by the middle-aged diner owner here on Abregado-Rae. As the first rays of sunlight rose to pierce the darkness and usher in a new day, Dekkan Fray could normally be spotted traversing the produce market that they hosted here in Old Patch, on the corner of two water-way intersections. With the fresh water so closeby, it was an ideal location for the market to be held - offering not only an amazing aroma of fresh food, but the sounds of water moving with the various boats that floated down each passing canal. The livelihood of the food industry here was rather rural, and consisted of farmers and vendors taking their produce down to the market every morning and selling them to local grocery stores, and the various restaurant owners who got out and wanted something more organic than the stockpile they could have delivered at the space ports. The prices also generally beat out anything that you had shipped, as there was no overhead for intergalactic travel.

Three long rows of booths stretched out along the permacrete pavement, with the middle row having booths facing each side. Rows of produce, fresh fish and other meats grown locally abounded. The colors popped on every corner, enticing buyers to the best assortment of locally grown food for purchase. And there were plenty of buyers -- as was tradition dating back long before Dekkan had set foot on this planet to establish his diner and carve out a new life for himself. The air was clean and fresh here, not like at the space-ports that had a more industrial scent thanks to all the ships and docks that brought the smell of oils and exhaust to the air. A few of the booths even offered recipe ideas in the form of holocards that showed videos of the preparation with instructions on the flip side. These were coupled with baskets of the ingredients needed for a bundle package.

Strolling down one of the isles, Fray wore an off-white cloth shirt with the sleeves rolled up to each elbow, and a dark pair of trousers with the same tone of suspenders sliding over each shoulder. A pair of black leather boots plodded his course while he looked from booth to booth searching for something new perhaps. He had only been in the food industry a few years now, but he'd picked up quite a bit in his time spent abroad. Learning various techniques and different recipes. He was also very handy with a kitchen blade -- once he learned that he could create with it, instead of destroy, blades had an entirely different meaning for him. A pleasant expression on his face was the constant in the market. He wasn't outright smiling, but there was no deep and dark depression covering his visage anymore. He still had demons to contend with, but for the most part life was a little more bright for the diner owner.

"Morning Myvok." Dekkan said as he turned to approach a friendly fur covered face from one of the corner booths. A warm and friendly Gados returned the pleasant call, turning to address Dekkan with an open armed pantomime. His large incsisor grin spread as he gave a small bow as was custom of his people. "These peppers seem to be some of the best this month. How's the family?" Dekkan asked, in a very personable way. He'd come to know Myvok through his times at the market, and while they didn't exactly hang out and get drinks, they were still rather friendly and warm towards each other. Though Gados were pretty much that way to everyone, they had more to talk about than the weather.

"Very well my friend. My daughter is actually the reason for the crop being so good. She's incorporating some of her bio-organic studies into the gardens, and it's turning out wonderfully. I'm glad you noticed." The Gados replied as he plucked up one of the peppers and turned it around, indicting it's richer color and vibrant scent. Even though covered in fur, shedding was never an issue, and the vegtables and fruit he sold were never sullied by stray hairs -- a trait that Dekkan highly favored.

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden was on the Abregado-rae, siting in a booth. Today he wore his armour evevn on a trade planet like this he couldn't chance anything. He looked over in the corner of his eye he had seen a man talking to a Gados, Carden didn't hear what he they were talking about but frankly Carden didn't care, he looked straight forward deep in his thoughts wondering where he would be if his father hadn't been killed. Then he looked at the White shirted man, he seemed like he could handle himself then looked away. Carden liked trade planets like Abregado-rae bustling markets with food. Carden looked at his holstered blaster pistol, then ahead of him zoning out again. The nineteen year old took off his helmet and then closed his eyes, tired of not doing anything. He opend his eyes and took his blaster pistol out of his holster he didn't know why he even had it he wasn't very good at shooting it he was better with blaster rifles. Carden started to examine the blaster pistol, waiting for nothing in particular.

[member="Dekkan Fray"]

 

[Davik Tren]

Davik had been longing for a relaxing vacation away from the ship, turns out a less than legal visit to a booming merchant town on Abregado Rae was just the place to do so. Growing up on Coruscant, the spacer had never really gotten the opportunity to relax and here the singing of the birds or the smells of fresh food and other treats. Davik was raised in the world of dura steel walls and soaring lighted towers, hell, even the sunlight on that planet was artificial.

The young smuggler thought about these facts as he lazed on a bench outside of one of the many food shops that lined the street. The only signs of technology that he had seen had been saddle things such as turbo lifts and the occasional holo-screen. These distractions, however, did not interrupt the light slumber that Davik now enjoyed with the occasional shout from the docks of the waterway or the spilling of fresh fish onto a tray for sale. This was the kind of life he could get behind.

 

[Skrik Piper]

How convenient.

Piper had spent over a month searching for this particular character, every day aboard a starship being agony for her claustrophobic self and the time she spent in custody had been incalculably horrid, captured by the likes of those she hated most. And yet, all this time, all that had been required of her was to wait on her homeworld and watch for him to walk right into her neighborhood. It was too good to be true, and yet, here he was.

The half-Rattataki woman casually sauntered up and down the rows of market stalls, attempting to look genuinely interested in the produce as she made steady progress towards the one person that interested her today. Although, those peppers seemed interesting... Skrik glanced at the man nearby--the one she was going to have a chat with very soon--before turning to check on the peppers. "Oh, you are having good jelly fruit for the year? I am have needing good jellies."

[member="Dekkan Fray"]

 

[Kohai Drenn]

Kohai looked up from her datapad as she came to a sudden stop. She had been aimlessly meandering around the Old Patch District of Abregado-Rae, but she wasn't worried about getting lost. All that she cared about right now was that smell... what was that smell?? Taking a turn into the nearby rows of market stalls, the young engineer's gait slowly increased as she directed her attention from display to display.

I definitely have to do some shopping for the ship...

With a self-affirming nod, Kohai resolved that today had just shifted from a day off to a shopping day. The food back on their ship wasn't horrible, not exactly, but it didn't really have the oomph she expected from her meals. She would definitely have to spend some time in this area looking... Hey! It's Davik!

Making a B line to her crew-mate, Kohai could only smile whimsically at how relaxed he looked. It was almost a shame that she was about to bother him out of his dozing, but she was already almost here!

Coming to a stop, Kohai hopped down onto the remaining space on the bench Davik had claimed for himself. Giving him an affectionate slap on the shoulder, the girl beamed. "Heya, Bud!" Was that too loud? Nah...

[member="Davik Tren"]

 

[Dekkan Fray]

It was an easy mistake to make with the look and feel of Old Patch -- the idea that this sector of the planet was more humble, more rural and somehow less of a threat to your personal safety than some of the other areas. In truth Old Patch was more of a smuggler's haven than some of the docking ports or the various casinos on the planet. That only meant that the sector was a good cover, something Dekkan was thankful for. He had no issues with being around the 'scum and villainy' as long as they left him in peace. However, in his time here there had been some 'excitement' among the locals, and other visiting parties. Even the Dark Harvest had come and gone to his little slice of the Galaxy. He could of done without that though.

"I'll take a bushel delivered to the diner, but for now I'd like to try these new peppers in a few recopies." Dekkan said to the friendly Gados as he began to unfold a canvas bad he was carrying with him. Placing a few of the brilliantly colored peppers into the bag, sorted by weight and color. The transaction came next, offering Myvok the money, and giving more than the listed price for the ability to get stock delivered to his diner instead of having to haul it himself. Cool blue eyes shifted as female Rattatakian (or so she appeared) spoke in a curious pattern of speech that he didn't often hear piped up with what seemed to be a question for Myvok. He wasn't selling anything here, so he didn't assume anything of it. "Have a good morning Myvok, and than you again." A small nod of his head forward was offered before he turned to depart the booth and move down that same isle.

While he was never looking for it, turning off his perception of any given situation was not a commodity he had. There was only so much Dekkan could do to relax and enjoy the moment. The glint of metal on the blaster took his attention while he slowed his pace to glance at a fruit bin, his eyes shifting upwards towards the armored figure brandishing his firearm, and studying the shape and design. He recognized the model, and by the way it was being mulled over, he made a few assumptions about the young man who held it. It wasn't uncommon at all to have a weapon nearby, and even though he himself wasn't carrying, he had no issue with its presence. Fray was under the impression that if more people were armed, there would actually be less crime.

[member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Skrik Piper"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Carden Lorps"]

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden looked down at the ground then got up and decided to walk to the white shirted man. He grabbed a fruit without paying along the way "hello" Carden said politely to the man "need anything done?" Carden said taking a bite out of the fruit, then tossing it. "Look boss im as board as heck mind if I walk around with you?" Carden asked the white shirted man. "Oh and by the way my name is Carden.....Carden Lorps" Carden said while putting his hand out for a shake. Carden may have enjoyed these types of planets but he had nothing to do. He wondered what the man was doing here it couldn't be shopping...no it must've been something else, but what? Carden was determined to find why he was here.

[member="Dekkan Fray"]

 

[Linori Pryde]

Linori stares at the different stalls, gaze searching for a bench or some other formidable post to rest on. The bag about half the size she was rested in her hold, legs groaning from the effort of lugging it around. Curse [member="Graxin Rade"] for making her do grocery shopping, of all things! They'd practically starved on that ship, and she likely wouldn't let that stand long for another minute. The miraluka huffs and tuts along rather slowly, cradling the bag with mixtures of different foods. Her eyeless stare looked about, gaze furrowing on the plethora of folk gathered. It was more crowded than she was used to, but something Linori was willing to suffer for the sake of a decent meal. At the cost of some good coin in her wallet, of course.

 

[Skrik Piper]

Of course, Skrik was not actually here to appraise the peppers, jellies, or jams. She was here on more serious business. A black eye or two might be even be involved after she swooped in on her prey.

Keeping to the sides of the street near the vendors stalls, her powdery white figure slinked along behind the white shirt and the armored one, maintaining a fair distance of about ten meters. Listening in on their conversation but not looking like she was listening in, Skrik's attention was captured as the young chatterbox gave his name.

"Oh and by the way my name is Carden.....Carden Lorps"

Bingo.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino paused to examine a stall and the fruits there. They looked delicious. He rescued into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a few credits, exchanging them with the vendor for the fruit. He took a bite and smiled. Bliss. Better than any he had had for a long time. He ambled off, pausing behind an armored figure speaking to a man in a white shirt, and then circled around.

[member="Carden Lorps"]

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden heard a man approach him so he turned around "yes mate?" While gripping his blaster pistol in its holster why would someone sneek up on him like that, he was confused, he didn't seem like a bounty hunter at all. Why would he approach Carden especially from behind.
@Veino Garn

 

[Davik Tren]

It was such a peaceful day... The smuggler, naturally, was accustomed to the interior sounds of the ship. He was used to the sounds of small noises and indicators that made ships "Tick". But here on the small slice of heaven, the spacer kept one hand on his blaster, was it seemed to be the custom of the area. He began to sit up to watch the busy streets once more whe-... "Heya, bud!". The familiar voice of [member="Kohai Drenn"] filled the young spacer's ears with a rather positive tone.

The voice was not much of an annoyance at all, as Davik had known that the ship was docked not far from where he was dozing on the duracrete bench. Instead of even acting annoyed, the smuggler simply stood up to face his crew mate and gave her a friendly nod. "Hey, K. What're you up to?". Davik knew he did not have long on the planet, and so he was happy to spend the time he had with his friend.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino turned back around as [member="Carden Lorps"] turned to speak to him, He shrugged, puzzlement written across his face, "You don't need your blaster. I'm just trying to get around you, unless you have a problem with that?" He trailed off slowly at the question, waiting for an answer. He took another bite of fruit, wiping the juice from his face.

 

[Carden Lorps]

Carden dropped his grip to his blaster pistol and it rested in his holster. "Im sorry sir." Carden said moving to the side to let him pass. "I didn't mean to get defensive to you standing behind me im not so use to it" Carden said apologetically to the man. Then he waited to see if the man would really pass like he said.

@Veino Garn

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino nodded as [member="Carden Lorps"] returned the blaster to the holster, "No harm done. It is not unexpected I places like these," He tipped his hat and walked on, whistling quietly and enjoying the fruit. A good day still, despite having a blaster drawn on him, Wasn't the first time by any means, so he didn't have a bad reaction,

 

[Linori Pryde]

Linori stumbles forward, turning her head left and right as she looked for a comfortable place to take rest. So caught up in her search, she'd bump into [member="Veino Garn "]and nearly spill her bag of food. She teeters backwards, barely catching herself in time. It was crowded at the market, and she probably should have been watching a bit more carefully. The woman stared forward and worked quickly to adjust the wraps on her face. "Sorry about that, didn't see you there!"

 

[Veino Garn]

[member="Linori Pryde"]

Veino staggers slightly as somebody bumped into him, and he turned, seeing the woman almost fall, He reached out to steady the bag of apples and here of necessary. "No apologies needed. It can be difficult in here, certainly," He glanced around to ensure nothing was wrong. He could sense something odd in the Force, but nothing serious, "Are you all right, though?"

 

[Skrik Piper]

Things were getting a little crowded around her unknowing prey, and Skrik had to back off a bit. However, it also made it easier for her to continue tracking her target without raising any suspicions. He seemed to be the center of attention with everyone. It was only a matter of waiting and playing casual before she would have him to herself. In the meantime, she humored the vendors and even bought a fresh bottle of blue milk.

Contrary to what some circles would have you believe, Piper was actually rather friendly.

 

[Linori Pryde]

"Oh yes,"Linori mutters, a rather irritated look on her face as she hefted up her bag of groceries she'd attained from the market. Her gaze falls on the man and she tenses, the coloring about his person...different. She clears her throat and stands straight. "My fault. Just trying to find a place to rest with this...uh....this." The miraluka gestures to the bag. "Been looking around all morning, kindly sir, so you can imagine how tiring it could be after awhile,"she responds. Well. At least she hoped he knew how tiring it was, though by the looks of the man, he probably didn't wear out as easily as she.

 

[Kohai Drenn]

"Hey, K. What're you up to?"

Kohai gestured to all the rows of food before them. "Stocking up on supplies. Food on the ship is an absolute nightmare..." She stuck out her tongue, making a face.

Jabbing Davik in the ribs lightly, the engineer continued. "How 'bout you? What're you doing down here? 'Sides napping?"

[member="Davik Tren"]