What Is That Weird Smell? (Open To Everyone)

[Eziekel]

Eziekel snuck off the ship he had stowed away upon, this time he had taken a random chance and chose the first ship he saw to stow away upon. He knew it was dangerous, but dangerous was his kind of thing. He looked around the surroundings of the planet, it looked familiar. He had seen pictures of this planet when he was a child he was sure of it. Eziekel looked around and saw a Rodian going about his business, Eziekel went over to him and asked "What planet is this on?" The Rodian replied in Galactic Basic "Nal Hutta, of course" "Thanks" Eziekel said as he looked around once more, he walked away. While he was walking he took a sniff of the air, the gagged and said "What is that smell, it's karking terrible."

 

[Jen]

Even though Jennifer preferred to stay on Nar’Shadda while in this quadrant of space it did happen that she from time to time had to land on Nal Hutta, it was a stinking wreck, the luxury side of the planet not as grand as that of Nar’Shaddaa and the influence the Ravens had on the planet less than that of its moon. Of course, Jennifer didn’t just decide to land there for the fun of it, there was always some sort of business involved and this time it was no different. It was a simple meeting, transfer some contracts and then back on her ship and away from this mess of a planet, nothing grand really, but it needed to be done and since she was already in orbit when the call came in on the Cryptnet (a raven exclusive version of the holonet) she couldn’t really push the task aside. Would have been too convenient.

So now, she was here. Didn’t take too long to get landing permission and a good dock spot for her Stargoddess Fighter, a good and reliable ship. The first steps out of a spaceport was always exciting in some way or another, the sound of your sneakers against metal that soon changed into whatever other sort of ground that was on the planet, a feeling that almost always made a perfect transition and did in this case as well.

It was a splendid day in a lot of rights and the smile on Jennifer’s lips as she walked out of the spaceport was a testament to that. Her normally very stiff, dyed her blue hair even blew a bit beautifully about in the wind as she walked. Her clothing that probably was more expensive than a lot of people’s homes also sat very nicely on her today. Everything from her stylized mechanic trousers, made in soft and durable materials, baggy by the upper legs, but tight by the lower, countless of pouches filled with tools and other necessities attached to them. To her perfect white tank top and almost shiny, small leather jacket. Her gold chrono reflected nicely in the evening sun, her silky cashmere scarf provided just the right comfort around her shoulders, and her round dark sunglasses provided just the right amount of shade.

As said, what seemed to be a perfect day. Even the DD-S1 unit that followed closely behind her as a guard didn’t bother her too terribly much today, any other day its loud steps would have annoyed her.

However, it had actually been such a nice day that she didn’t even seem to react as her guard droid suddenly pulled in in front of her, making her bump into that instead of the man that she seemed to have almost walked into. The tall, newly red painted droid with gold edges seemed to reach out a hand to make distance between it and the man, its other hand hovering over what looked like a submachine gun of sorts that was magnetically attached to its thigh. Jennifer let out a sigh and tapped it on its shoulder “Move aside, rust bucket…” She mumbled, her voice melodious, yet carrying an accent to it that showed a lowerclass, "gangster" attitude.
Her eyes, hidden behind the large round sunglasses went to look over the man, a brow seen raised from behind them.

“Are you lost or what?”​

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[member="Eziekel"]​

 

[Poro]

In the dark confines of a cargo hold, a Poro lay upon the warm metal of a crate. He was dreaming of poro snacks and his family when, all of a sudden, a loud noise erupted, the wall opened up, bright light poured in, and soon his crate was rolled down a ramp. It didn't take long for the Poro to wake up with a squeak of surprise. Trying to not fall off, the poro found himself outside on a new world. Everything was so strange and sudden...and really stinky.

His nose crinkled in disgust and then he sneezed. This drew the attention of a brutish dock worker who saw him and walked over. "What'd'ya think yer' doin' 'ere, ya' varmint! Git outta' here!" He swiped the poro off the crate with one brisk hand motion and the poro went flying off with a high pitched screech. The dock worker confusedly scratched his head. "What in the name of Sam Hill was that thing?...Oh well." He then picked up the crate and carried it towards some destination.

The poro landed with an "OOmph!" and rolled to a stop. He picked himself up, shook out his dirtied fur, and then panicked. There were very large creatures walking everywhere around him and he was afraid of getting crushed. He jumped this way and that, trying to get out and away from the multitude of Poro-crushable feet. He saw a baggy pair of jeans with plenty of hiding-spot pockets standing next to two metal men and a real man. He rushed over to safety as fast as he could. On the way, a speeder passed over him and it's repulsor force knocked him down. He rolled like a poro ball into [member="Jen"]'s foot. He quickly righted himself, scaled up the pant leg, and jumped into one of the pockets.

He was so scared that he started to shiver and quietly whine to himself.

[member="Eziekel"]

 

[Jen]

While Jennifer had unknowingly approached Eziekel a whole lot of other things happened around her she didn’t really seem to take too much note of at first. The most importantly of them, all being the adventures of a certain Ropo that had just awoken from its sleep. Its escape from the comfort of the top of a box and the heroic sprint through deadly traps whom other people referred to as boots, was not noted by Jennifer until late in its adventure where it had jumped to what it thought to be safety and climbed the leg of... Jennifer herself, fleeing into one of the many pouches and pockets attached to her trousers.


Even though Jennifer probably did have a secret, partially hidden compassion for cute animals, an event such as this, where she merely saw a blur of white fur... To say the least, it didn’t exactly make her think of “cute animals.” Especially considering their stinky surroundings.

A scream, probably the most girly scream Jennifer had ever made came from her as she saw the fur enter one of her many pockets, the shock provoking the reaction. “W-WHAT was that!?” She asked out loud, yelled rather as she stared down towards the pocket where she through the fabric could feel the heat from the fur ball becoming larger for a second, then retract, repeatedly. The only obvious explanation to that would be that it was, 1. Either out of breath, or 2. frightened? Probably...

At the tone of Jennifer’s voice one would have been able to hear that she had, perhaps, become just as frightened as the furball, her curiosity however seeming to take its grasp around her as she quickly seemed to calm down, sort of serious even, her eyes still fastened upon the pocket. Without a word, she put her other hand on the other side of her trousers, pulling a short, rather old and used looking, vibro blade (That stood in deep contrast to the rest of her outfit) from in-between a case and a pouch that was both attached to her trousers, the blade almost hidden until now.

Careful not to stab herself she twisted the blade in her hand so she would be able to bring the blade into the pocket should whatever was in it resist or become violent, using her free hand to somewhat gently poke the side of the now filled pocket with her finger she would wait.. Perhaps attempt to stab it if it went bezerk! But... Should no reaction come from that, Jennifer would sheet the knife and a second after push from under the pocket to, in one quick motion, turn it inside out.

Surely now, something would reveal itself.. And she hoped… Perhaps to this godly Force thingy that it wasn’t a Space Spider.​

[member="Poro"] :: [member="Eziekel"]​

 

[Poro]

Poro felt safe inside of this pocket, but he was still scared and trying to calm down. All of a sudden, something large and pokey poked him through the wall. He let out an inquisitive squeak. Nothing else happened, so he tried to settle down again. This time, a large pressure tried to cup his body through the wall. "Huh?!?" he squeaked. Then, he was quickly dumped out of the pocket and tossed onto the street. "Waaaah!" he squeaked as he rolled to a stop in front of a giant metal man. The bodyguard droid, having seen [member="Jen"] in distress, lowered its weapon and aimed it straight in the ropo's face.

Poro figured that this was the end. He didn't want to die! There were too many biscuits and pastries left to eat! Poro crouched down, squinted his eyes shut, shivered violently with fright, and started to cry. The tears ran down his fur and started wetting the ground.