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The pitch of a lifetime.

@[member="Aditya Amadis"] @[member="Flynn Blackheart"] @[member="Dove"]

"The leeway? Unless Sith are hurting innocents or civilians, we can't help. If they are, we can help. Tell them to drop us a call." The leeway was really easy, didn't matter who or where, if the Sith Empire were involved they could be. Fighting other Sith, people were welcome to go down and stop them hurting innocents. Kei knew the line got blurred but it was simple enough, darksiders hurting populations, innocents or civilians, the Army of Light could be there. Those Sith sitting at the backs of their empires on piles of slaves, or innocent lives, would find out just how safe they weren't, in time.

Looking at the string of engineers running this place, Kei was feeling increasingly out of his element, "well what are we waiting for, let's go secure the materials." Clapping his hands together, he about turned, and waving off the hundred questions or so from the collecting engineers. Kei got the statement fired up, awaiting the others. At least here he'd get away from the bustle of command for a while, get back to being a Jedi for a time, back to what he did best, getting the impossible done.



Dirha
Dirha System
Hutt Space



A partially restored Vongformed world, Dirha was a gritty industrial planet that was never that pleasant to begin with, and when the Yuuzhang vong came it only got more unwelcoming. Hutts still ruled here in pockets, and deals were struck away from the major factions eyes. Plenty of waste and scrap, production and garbage. Waste gasses expelled into clouds away from the planet, ships trying to dump them away, but most of them time finding them pulled back home in the gravity. These gases were in various stages of decline in orbit or reacting to each other, as waste ships came and went. If they got far enough from any stars, gases were forming small nebulas or clumps of waste that would latch onto the nearest unfortunate passing star ship.

Dirha was not exactly a garden spot, but then neither was the ragtag freighter named the ambiguous statement, a HWK 290 light freighter, rebuilt and fixed up, then rebuilt and fixed up again, it was hardly what you'd call luxury but it was solid, mostly, if you could get past the holes in the walls or the beams that were falling down.

One thing Dirha had though was scrap, lots of waste to get rid of, metal and spare parts, that was where they came in. "There's a Hutt here, they call him Dinga, not exactly the most friendly Hutt but not the worst either," with the suns kicking the Hutts all over the place, you'd be surprised just who they would turn too, like the old days, a Jedi coming calling wasn't a bad thing.

"You ever dealt with Hutts before?" Kei asked hopefully, looking out over the crew, or anyone for that matter who had, he hadn't, he'd been shot at by hutts before sure, but not this face to face meeting.

Approaching the Junk Palace.... they'd have to talk and think fast, if there was a back end of the world, this was it.

Feel free to take it to a junk palace Dinga has made for himself, or I will in the next post.
 
@[member="Kei Amadis"]@Aditya Amadis @Dove

"No can't say I have had any dealings with Hutts", Flynn said and he ducked his head under one of the falling loose ship parts. He looked at it with keen eyes and the piece of metal had threatened his head. His hand reached up and pushed it way only for it to swing back for a second go at him. "Thought about scraping this ship for parts as well?", he asked in jest, this ship is probably a favourite.

He stayed toward the back of the cockpit away from the rest as he lit up a death stick, taking in a long draw and holding it in his lungs, he released it upwardly toward the air vent. He leaned back on the wall, as is his way, only to nearly fall through it, he quickly righted himself and heard the crash of metal as the wall gave way. He only hoped now that they would survive the ship let alone the Hutts. Flynn is a fair pilot, but he preferred to smoke now and let Kei do the work.

He thought about the Hutt, Dinga and the need to persuade him to deal and trade with them, that is where Flynn will be of good use, the Anzati skill of mind manipulation will be of value in this situation if they Hutt will not be 'reasonable'.
 
@[member="Flynn Blackheart"] @Kei Amadis@Aditya Amadis @Dove

Thought about scrapping this ship? @[member="Flynn Blackheart"], "More than once", Kei said with a broad grin, rubbing the patched walls, patched and re-patched. Truth was he'd never part with the statement, he was probably conceived somewhere in the engine room, would re-marry 'ditya in the mess hall, and would probably meet his end in the pilot's chair. Kei didn't do flying, he did something, but you couldn't call it flying.

The ship touched down not long after entry, landing ramp coming out of the back. "And here we go." It was just as pretty as it was from orbit, in that it wasn't. Dim light, murky, green gases expelled upward through factories or mines surrounding them. Owners who didn't care much to deal with the waste, aside from just getting it off their patch, the air tasted foul. The Junk Palace, a palace size sure, but made out of bits and pieces that made the statement look like royal craftsmanship by comparison. Built on a wasteland of metal. jagged edges, with a roof that looked a tent built out of metal sheets and old beams, you might think it had seen better days, but this was a good one. The Hutts had fallen low.

Bounty hunters would be a nice name for the people that greeted them as they touched down, many species were there, Defels, Rodians, Nikto, Weequays, Trandoshans, the usual rough cut of the galaxy, plus a few surprise members. A cluster of them waiting.


"Nice ship, pay you twenty creds for it," One of them sneered.

Kei didn't take the bait, but watched them all for any signs of trouble, "we are here to see Dinga."


"So?" Announced a large hairy Whiphid, its tusks about the size of an arm.

Well this situation could go either way.
 
The entire flight on the Statement, Aditya Amadis was reacquainting herself with the lengthy list of repairs and fixes the ship needed to maintain hull containment and general forward motion. She hadn't slept the entire time, hadn't eaten or taken a break. Brushing off her gloved hands, she pulled her hair tight back into a bun and yawned. Pushing more concealer stick on her dark under eye circles, she smudged the make-up and put on a smile, trotting into the cockpit.

"Statement'll fly right if we have a pilot worth salt. Frankly that's either of us. I just keep her running. Or I did in the old days. . . gosh, we have old days, Kei. Freaky deaky." She smiled for @[member="Flynn Blackheart"], passing him a small concealable pistol. "Hutts are a whole other load of gross. Rather deal with Rodians, heck, I'll take a Nemoidian over a Hutt."

Outside, Aditya did the best thing she thought possible to the Bounty Hunter who offered chump change for her Statement. Punched him in the face. The hunter dropped, bleeding from the mouth as the petite Epicanthix moseyed closer to @[member="Kei Amadis"].

"So git your slimy arse over to his whereabouts and tell him where he can find us. Now!" Aditya yelled, stomping her foot. The Bounty Hunters stopped, some staring in disbelief, others incredulity and more than that in humour. Aditya cracked her knuckles and started walking. "Dinga's going to frell you in Poodoo if he finds out what kind of offer he's missing out on and I will be there to see it. Cut you by inches till I get my way. . . starting with . . . you." Aditya stalked toward the nuisance she'd punched, he scrambled up and sneered at her.

She levelled her fist. "Let Dirga make this one dance." He said, stepping behind a Trandoshan.
 
@[member="Aditya Amadis"], @[member="Kei Amadis"]

Flynn took the pistol from Aditya with a smile. "Thanks", he said in return. He lifted up his white loose shirt just enough to reveal his black trail of hair on his stomach. He tucked the pistol in his pants between his body and the belt, hmm not the best place, so he moved it slightly to the side. Following behind Kei and Aditya, he could sense the beings around the area. Most of them oozed hostile intent, but they would be no match for the three. So he strode confidently along. He remain behind the two as a form of rear guard just in case, things got nasty. Which it did, but as it turned out, from Aditya. Both his eyebrows raised as he watched her in action.

A fine woman indeed, no wonder Kei married the girl. Not only is she bubbly and friends she is one hell of a fighter too. "Do as the Lady suggests fellas or she will hurt you". He stood there .. the force pumping through him, searching for any signs of dangerous thoughts for the man. His eyes blackened, as he felt the taste for soup rising in him. He likes to keep himself hungry on such occasions, it makes him more alert, agile and hungry for the hunt, his ability for stealth increases to the maximum, but he is not the best of company in this state.
 

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