Wish We Had an Angel

[Evie Miramat]

Evie might have the mind of the hive at her disposal, but the Joiner did not have the muscle memory that went with work. Knowledge was wonderful, but without knowing how to use it, it was totally useless to her. Another thing she lacked were the tools.

Her ship was out of comission and the poor woman was lost. Not lost so much as confused as to what to do. Not everybody liked what she was and treated her not as human, but like a bug. Such was life and she sat in a market while she thought about her options.

The fully black eyes of the Joiner looked around and spotted what might be somebody to speak to. A person that carried tools and at least could point her in a direction to go if he couldn't help her himself.

She wore dark clothes but her head was bare. Dark hair matched the black of her eyes and each had a hint of a sheen to them. Her skin was pale but she looked healthy. There was a weapon on her back, made of what looked like altered wood. Walking openly up to the person that had caught her attention, there was no hostility in her manner. One thing she did not show was any real emotion.

"Excuse us. Might you be able to assit a woman in need?"

Until he reacted, this was all she said to him and now waited to see what he did.

[member="Rajo Sobek"]

 

[Rajo Sobek]

Raj whistled a happy tune and strode through the open market with confidence. It was a good day, a productive day, and he'd made himself three hundred credits richer by the end of it. Some might argue to him that it was of no consequence and that he'd lose it all in a night anyways, but that certainly wasn't what he planned to do with this little bit of extra payment. No, he had something special in mind; a new blaster. His was old, and worst of all a hand me down, something that he simply couldn't abide in his choice of weaponry. Whatever he carried, he wanted it to be his, lest he carry the sins of another mans deeds along with him.

It was this jovial mood that encouraged him to stop for the woman in the first place. On any other day he might have happily pushed her aside and continued on to the turbo-lift, bound for home and a look at the holoboards for any new weaponry he might sling at his side, though she had caught his eye fairly easily. Her eyes were pitch black, much like her clothing, though he wasn't at all shocked by that fact. The galaxy was full of strange individuals that, while looking vaguely human, might be something else entirely and it wasn't his business to make fun of her for it.

Raising a brow, he gave her one more once over and replied.

"A woman in need, huh? Any what sort of need is that?.. More importantly, what does that woman have to trade?"


[member="Evie Miramat"]

 

[Evie Miramat]

If he had been able to read her genetics, then he would find her entirely human. She did not dress to impose any sort of ill feeling but felt the dark coloring matched her complexion. The make was of fine quality and not something a pauper would be able to afford.

He stopped when he approached her and asked what she had to trade and what her problem was, "my starship has recently stopped working." There wasn't much she could think of trade, but knew credits spoke volumes and held out a few chips for trade. She did not hand them to him since he hadn't yet accepted her offer of trade. "If credits are not an interest we are sure we can come to some sort of agreement," Evie had a few other things that might be worth trading, but nothing she was sure of.

The chips went back into her pocket and she waited to know if that was going to be enough to gain his help.

[member="Rajo Sobek"]

 

[Rajo Sobek]

"I see... I see..."


Rajo looked at the chips in her hand until she put them away, thinking on if it would be worth his time. Honestly, any credits he could get his hands on at this point would be welcome, and he couldn't help but imagine the ship trouble would end up being something minor. Though he could be mistaken, he doubted that this one knew her way around a star ship beyond the cockpit, and it would be his pleasure to replace a power coupling to get his hands on those chips.

"That should do alright, lead the way."

He made a gesture towards the nearby hangars where, he could only imagine, she'd stored her ship. In the back of mind he hoped it wasn't anything too exotic, most of the ships he'd been working on had been fairly common Corellian varieties, nothing too complicated once you'd worked on one before. Ah well... If worst came to worst he'd simply shrug it off and tell her she'd need to find a specialist.

[member="Evie Miramat"]

 

[Evie Miramat]

He was pretty close when he assumed she didn't know much more about her ship other than the cockpit. There was general knowlege on how to run it, what it could or couldn't do but not much beyond that and she knew nothing about the mechanics of it. The only thing Evie had was the collective knowledge of the Hive but that did not grant her the ability to fix this issue without help.

When he made the gesture for her guide him and told her to lead the way, she nodded and turned to where her ship waited.

"We thank you for taking the time to look into this. We hope the issue isn't too great," turning her head slightly to look at him as they walked, her tone was calm and collected.

The hanger opened in front of them and her ship rested inside. It might be thought of as primitive compared to other ships around. It got the job done though and Evie did not think of getting anything newer or better.

[member="Rajo Sobek"]

 

[Rajo Sobek]

Raj looked over the ship with some interest. Of course, he couldn't throw stones as to the quality of her starship, for he owned none, though it did some a touch on the simpler side. It was the type of ship that one could imagine as being mass-produced, unlike some of the more unique creations he'd come across in the corporate sector. The men of those systems did their best to stand out from the average spacer, finding the more unique a ship appeared the more they seemed to stand out.

"Wow, it's quite the sight. Where'd ya' get it?"

He let the question hang in the air, if she cared to answer it. He knew far too many people in the galaxy that were intent on keeping all of their dealings, purchases, and interests private which was quite necessary in the underworld and beyond. With that in mind, he would be sure to understand if she'd kept silent.

Upon reaching the side of the Dartship, he ran his hand along the surface of its hull, looking for access panels in their usual places. This was often the first step in identifying the problem, and he could already see some areas of neglect around the engine that might cause it not to fire. Especially the buildup of some greasy looking substance near one of the power couplings.

[member="Evie Miramat"]

 

[Evie Miramat]

She stood to the side as he looked over her ship and waited as he walked around it to see if he could figure out what was wrong with externally. Her ship might be something mass-produced but it wasn't seen very often outside of areas where Killiks lived. Before she had left Yogyog, it had been given to her so she could make her way in the galaxy and leave her home. "Our home. Yogyog," It was a simple answer to his question and one that was truthful.

If he knew where the planet was located she would be really surprised. After the Killiks had left Alderaan, they had fallen out of notice by other people and had been able to recover. This was long before the Empire of old had destroyed it and they were glad they had left. At the time, they had been forced to leave, but it had turned out for the best. If they had fought and stayed, Evie wouldn't be standing around in this place and having ship issues.

Even though her eyes were totally black, some intelligence could be seen in their depths. In her mind, she had the knowledge of the hive, but personally she couldn't put it to much use without tools. She did not possess the tools to fix her ship, but should be able to help him pinpoint what is wrong with it. Walking over to the ship, she opened the cockpit and opened a panel just behind her seat, "are you looking for this?"

[member="Rajo Sobek"]

 

[Rajo Sobek]

"Yog...Yog? Yogyog?.."

The name was clearly unfamiliar to him, and she would be quite right in assuming he'd no real idea who the Killiks were. He'd certainly never seen one, at any rate. Whatever Yogyog was, however, was clearly in some part of space less traveled. He'd heard talk from hundreds of spacers in his day, and not one had mentioned whatever space she was talking about. Wherever it was, she was well far from home.

After completing his initial inspection, he looked up to where she'd gone to in the cockpit.

"Yeah, I'll bet that's it."

He moved up into the cockpit, just next to her to inspect the contents of the small compartment with his own eyes. It was fairly simplistic gear, clear in its designated use but with a strange sort of construction. If he were honest, it looked almost biological in construction, though it was clearly made of durasteel and other common components. Digging through it for a few moments, he soon found what he'd been searching for. A spare bundle of wire and some wire-snippers should improve his chances of getting the thing running again. With little left to do, he closed the panel and sat on the cockpit rim to inquire further about where she'd really come from.

"This Yogyog... Who's space is it? Silvers? Empire?"

[member="Evie Miramat"]

 

[Evie Miramat]

"It is in the Unknown Regions." Killiks had all but disappeared from records and this was one of the reasons why. They had left Alderaan long before it was destroyed and remained in hiding for a long period of time. Her ship might be considered odd and maybe even out of date, but it was what her people knew and had.

Moving to the side to allow him the chance to look at the panel she had revealed. Many things about her ship were crafted in an old fashioned way. About the only exterior opening into her hull was for the engine itself. Even that had to be opened from into the cockpit though.

If he looked next to the seat, he would see her weapon. It looked similar to a wooden staff, but it was far from straight nor was it made from wood. Not that technologically advanced, it could still stand up against a lightsaber for a short period of time. It had knobs on it and a clear, smooth area where it would be held.
She shook her head, "our world does not belong to any government but our own."

[member="Rajo Sobek"]