Private The Babysitter's Club

[Persephone Dashiell]

"You're a follower of the Moross religion? My parents are too."

Persephone hadn't met anyone else before this who even mentioned Inari the Reviver. According to what she knew, it was a dead religion. Scattered and not widely followed except for large pockets of the Outer Rim and beyond. It gave her an idea of where Drifter was from, or at least, where his parents were from.

Eyes rolled at 'privy monster' as if he was a two year old learning to use the facilities for the first time. As if his mother told him if he didn't put the lid down the 'privy monster' would come out and attack him. Now, she wasn't an idiot. There certainly were all sorts of creatures that could live in outhouses. Perhaps nothing big enough to cause any trouble. Maybe bite one on the ass if they were trying to do their business. So far the only thing she had seen was rather large roaches.

"I should have brought more aspirin, mistakes were made on both accounts."

Zee clapsed a hand underneath the toilet box that Darryl had levitated and assisted the push over. This left the hole where the waste went and the box itself. Persephone hoped it wasn't in the hole. Flashlight instead trained onto the toilet box, catching something shiny. Roaches continued to scatter and she carefully moved away.

"That something we're interested in? Its metal looking."

Could also be a composting component on the toilet itself.

 

[Drifter]

Persephone Dashiell​

Drifter tilted his head at her question, visor glinting as if he were smirking behind it.

[ Yeah, I'm a follower. Guess your folks and mine would have something to chat about. ]

That was all he gave her because the whole ‘gods as family’ mess wasn't a fireside story he was about to share. The Moross Gods were more than a mere Pantheon for him- - Neth the Keeper was his father, Aatorax the Deciever his Uncle, and Inari the Reviver his aunt. Everyone had their complicated family dynamics, sure, but his came with far too many teeth.

He crouched at the edge of the pit, peering down. Roaches scattered, legs clicking against dirt, and his stomach gave an uneasy flip. Good thing for the sealed helm. He was a sympathy puker, and this was prime material.

[ Well. Lovely. ]

With a grimace, he raised a hand. The Force wrapped around the box, dragging it up through the bugs and filth until it hovered at Persephone's eye level.

[ There you go, princess. Shiny box,or not so shiny box just like you wanted. ]

The hum of the Force inside it was clear, thrumming against his senses like a warning bell. He didn't need to be told twice.

Deciding to give her a bone, he tried to use telekinesis to open it without having to touch it.

With a distinct crack of metal, the top flap shot back and there it was.

One holocron.

Question was … which one. And who was the guardian of it?

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Persephone didn't have the Force to activate the holocron, but it looked as if ol' Darryl did have enough of the ability to open the device. It immediately illuminated and sprung to life. A holographic of a female Bothan Jedi emerged from the top, dressed in robes and looking patiently at her. A very brief moment later she spoke.

"I am Master Doverri. What is the knowledge you seek?"

With a small grin, she looked at Darryl. A holocron. They had found one - was it what they were looking for? Had to be. Her information stated the contents were very old and had to deal with dark siders. Or potentially had information on dark siders. Digging through archives and second hand accounts was difficult. Perspectives changed. Wording on written accounts could be interpreted wrong.

"Who would have thought we would have found a section of knowledge in a shit box."

Some of her old crudeness was coming back into play. Stepping on a roach that got to close to her, she looked out of the outhouse at the desert. There could be motion sensors Zee missed. Or someone watching far away.

"Let's get out of here."

Drifter​

 

[Drifter]

Persephone Dashiell​

Drifter's visor tilted as the holocron lit up, his interest sharpening fast.

[ Well, would you look at that. Dirty or not, she's a real beauty. ]

He stepped closer, palm up, and with a casual flick of telekinesis plucked the holocron into the air. It hovered neatly above his glove, glowing bright against the dingy shack.

[ I'll give it a study on the way back to the drop, just for record keeping of course. Gotta know what we're sellin' before we auction it off. ] The grin in his voice made it clear, he had no intention of letting it go without making a copy for himself.

He closed his fingers slightly, pulling the holocron down to hover lower.

[ Alright, kid. Time to burn lines in the sky and collect our credits. ]

With that, he turned toward the desert sunlight, heading back to the Shadow. So far not bad.

He could rub it in Alex's proverbial hardware that he was right about this gig. Hoity toity princess or not, it still would pull in great credits.

- And that’s a wrap! -​