RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Hemmrie the Bum"]
OOC: Tagging those I'm with to keep it clean
The Shop
Jager staggered down the dusty streets filled with stalls and blankets with all sort of wares. As they wandered Hala kept an eye open for trouble. With Cadan in tow they made their way to a ramshackle hutt where the Toydarian and the Dug were screaming at each other in some kind of Hutt dialect. Hala raised a drunken eyebrow as they approached and Jager took the lead.
He said something Huttsee and they all switched to basic.
"Ah hello my dear ahh."
Hala grinned and held out her hand to the Toydarian as he flapped his tiny wings to float over. The Dug stormed off into the shop.
"Why hello! And whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"
"The names Claxi. I'm a the main services of starships around here. I hear you're looking for an engine huh? A very expensive."
"No no... I'm low on credits. But let me see what you have."
Claxi nodded and stroked his tiny beard as he floated away. Jager belched, and filled the air with liquor breath. Hala grinned and slapped him on the back. The back of Claxi's shop was full or random parts from starfighter cannons, to pile of Hyperdive parts organized into neat little rows. It was a giant circular enclosure of crap.
But crap was treasure to a spacer and she dove right in, walking and looking at different parts. There was coolant lines, sensor wires, a few hyperdive cores. Then her eyes landed on it. An old X-Wing chassis, stripped of everything. That was way better than a Z-95.
"How much for that?" She asked.
Claxi laughed.
"You cannot afford that I think yes. Very very expensive."
"How much."
Claxis frowned.
"Half a million credits I thinks yes. It's a my most prized possession. Salvaged it from Coruscant when the Alliance took over."
"You can't be serious!" Hala quipped, placing both hands on her hips.
"It's a hunk of junk!"
"No credits, no deal!"
Jager began to tap her on the shoulder. She leaned her ear towards the Rodian.
"Don't piss em of Hala. This guy is nut job."
"I thought you knew 'em? What the hell Jager."
"I know 'im. But we ain't friends or nothing."
Hala began to blush with annoyance, red rosy cheeks lighting up.
"There's no way we can pay for this with other services. Besides companion services." She added, cutting off that avenue right away.
"Well there is a one thing."
"What?"
"There's a big podrace coming up. I needa a pilot for my Podracer, but a.... the thing is not finished."
"The Dug is your mechanic?"
Claxi blushed now.
"Yes in a way ah. We ourselves are looking for an engine yeah."
"I have an engine. Scout Fighter, but only one."
"It's not enough. We needa the fees for entry."
Jager stepped in now, growling. The Rodian kept his hand close to his blaster, coming between the two parties.
"You get'n an engine and pilot Claxi!" He poked the Toydarian with his scaly green finger in the chest.
"Don't push it!"
"Hold on," Hala quipped.
"I'll one up the deal. I'll fly your Podracer, and give you my engine. If I win for you, you refit that X-Wing Chassis with new engines, the Kinetic cannons on my Z-95 and a brand new sensor Package. Military grade."
"And if a you lose?"
"You keep my ship."
OOC: Tagging those I'm with to keep it clean
The Shop
Jager staggered down the dusty streets filled with stalls and blankets with all sort of wares. As they wandered Hala kept an eye open for trouble. With Cadan in tow they made their way to a ramshackle hutt where the Toydarian and the Dug were screaming at each other in some kind of Hutt dialect. Hala raised a drunken eyebrow as they approached and Jager took the lead.
He said something Huttsee and they all switched to basic.
"Ah hello my dear ahh."
Hala grinned and held out her hand to the Toydarian as he flapped his tiny wings to float over. The Dug stormed off into the shop.
"Why hello! And whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"
"The names Claxi. I'm a the main services of starships around here. I hear you're looking for an engine huh? A very expensive."
"No no... I'm low on credits. But let me see what you have."
Claxi nodded and stroked his tiny beard as he floated away. Jager belched, and filled the air with liquor breath. Hala grinned and slapped him on the back. The back of Claxi's shop was full or random parts from starfighter cannons, to pile of Hyperdive parts organized into neat little rows. It was a giant circular enclosure of crap.
But crap was treasure to a spacer and she dove right in, walking and looking at different parts. There was coolant lines, sensor wires, a few hyperdive cores. Then her eyes landed on it. An old X-Wing chassis, stripped of everything. That was way better than a Z-95.
"How much for that?" She asked.
Claxi laughed.
"You cannot afford that I think yes. Very very expensive."
"How much."
Claxis frowned.
"Half a million credits I thinks yes. It's a my most prized possession. Salvaged it from Coruscant when the Alliance took over."
"You can't be serious!" Hala quipped, placing both hands on her hips.
"It's a hunk of junk!"
"No credits, no deal!"
Jager began to tap her on the shoulder. She leaned her ear towards the Rodian.
"Don't piss em of Hala. This guy is nut job."
"I thought you knew 'em? What the hell Jager."
"I know 'im. But we ain't friends or nothing."
Hala began to blush with annoyance, red rosy cheeks lighting up.
"There's no way we can pay for this with other services. Besides companion services." She added, cutting off that avenue right away.
"Well there is a one thing."
"What?"
"There's a big podrace coming up. I needa a pilot for my Podracer, but a.... the thing is not finished."
"The Dug is your mechanic?"
Claxi blushed now.
"Yes in a way ah. We ourselves are looking for an engine yeah."
"I have an engine. Scout Fighter, but only one."
"It's not enough. We needa the fees for entry."
Jager stepped in now, growling. The Rodian kept his hand close to his blaster, coming between the two parties.
"You get'n an engine and pilot Claxi!" He poked the Toydarian with his scaly green finger in the chest.
"Don't push it!"
"Hold on," Hala quipped.
"I'll one up the deal. I'll fly your Podracer, and give you my engine. If I win for you, you refit that X-Wing Chassis with new engines, the Kinetic cannons on my Z-95 and a brand new sensor Package. Military grade."
"And if a you lose?"
"You keep my ship."