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Post by Force_Flow on Oct 15, 2007 17:04:10 GMT -4
Scout jumped up and crowded together with the patrons, ignoring the insistent tug on her elbow. Her eyes widened at the sight before her. She had seen enough severed arms to know the guy would live, but lightsabers cauterized wounds. In other words, he shouldn't have been bleeding. She heard a hissing sound, and jerked her head around to look at Obi-Wan as he thumbed off the lightsaber. He gave them each a wary glance and helped Luke up.
Scout reached out to the Force, projecting the illusion of peace to the other patrons. "Mind your own business. The juma got to you," she muttered.
Has the term 'keep a low profile' changed in the last ten years? she wondered.
She beckoned to Naos and slipped out the door, right behind Luke and Obi-Wan.
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Post by Sanus Compleo on Oct 16, 2007 18:54:26 GMT -4
Ben looked around, the general glances of fright returning his gaze. He had just effectively 'unarmed' a rather dangerous patron of the Cantina. Looking down, he found Luke again, and offered his hand. Luke accepted, and mumbled something about being 'alright'. He led him, and his new furry friend toward a table which he had been told about from Chewbaca. "Come Luke, our friend here is the first mate on a ship that might suit us." he said, excitement rising in his voice. He had not been off of Tatooine since he went into exile. He was very happy.
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Post by Force_Flow on Oct 18, 2007 22:07:38 GMT -4
OOC: RE gave me permission to use Luke & Han cuz he can't get on tonight. Remember guys, we can make up our own lines, so no pressure. -- Luke had a mild look of interest written on his face. The old Wook led them to a table in one of the more invisible parts of the cantina. A scruffy-looking man with a wary look about him eyed them curiously, and stood to let the Wookie in before him. He shook Ben's hand. "Han Solo, captain of the Millenium Falcon," he said dryly. He had a lofty, Corellian accent, in which Luke clarified by eying the Corellian bloodstripes on his pants, under the cocked-and-ready blaster on his hip. "Chewie here tells me you need a ride." "To Alderaan," Scout said. She sat herself down next to Solo, with Luke, Ben, and Naos on the other side of them. Her ice-blue facial tattoo glowed softly in the smog. Luke watched her, and though she displayed no outward signs of nervousness, Luke could read it with every pore. Her eyes betrayed nothing. Luke frowned, wondering where he got that sense from. He turned back to the conversation. Scout was discussing Solo's ship. "The Falcon's the ship we passed on the way here," she said, looking Solo in the eye. Chewie growled. "Hey, no need to be defensive! Docking Bay 3, huh?" Luke let a distasteful look come across his face. "You've got to be kidding me!" he burst out. "That hunk of junk? It looks ready to fall apart!" Solo glared at him. "She may not look like those fancy Skyhoppers that just came out, but this baby has all the stuff. And we know all the tricks. You either take it or we leave you on this dustball, kid." "Don't 'kid' me--" "Boys!" Scout's voice cracked like a whip. "Luke, shut up. Solo, tell me how fast your ride goes?" Solo's attitude stayed, but he apparently decided Luke wasn't worth the fight, and turned to her. "Point five past lightspeed, or is that too fast for you?" Scout's eyebrows raised in a slightly amused expression. "Of course not," she said. "How much?" "Thirty thousand." Scout's composure faltered for a moment, giving Solo a blank look. Luke's jaw dropped.
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Post by hk47fan on Oct 20, 2007 19:23:42 GMT -4
Naos
"Are-" I started at his outrageously high price
I thought Tattooine was a simple planet, where people would take what they can get. Instead they raise their prices higher than some on Coruscant itself!
Suddenly Kenobi interrupted "We'll pay you seventeen thousand. Two thousand now, and fifteen when we reach Aldeeran."
"Seventeen, huh?" Solo said seeming to be pondering the offer
"It is over half of what you wanted. You can either take it or leave it but I advise you to take it, you won't get this type of deal with anyone else." Obi-Wan promised
I stared at Obi-Wan in shock. Has he lost his damn mind? I asked Scout He's been living as a herman for fourteen years yet he has seventeen thousand credits. And he's showing Luke Anakin's lightsaber and giving it to him and then showing the whole cantina he is a Jedi by slicing alien's arms off.
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Post by RedEagle on Oct 22, 2007 11:09:58 GMT -4
Scout Gash
Scout almost snorted. Well, we should get going, she said, We can't fix stupid without lightsabers. I saw a stand outside of here that's selling a few weapons. Maybe Kenobi can spare me a few credits. What do you like: Clone Wars-era DC-17 with the works, or one of those hold-outs?
Scout put her hair up in her short Padawan-style ponytail, ice-blue facial and arm tattoos glinting in the dust, and stood with the rest of them. Han made some excuse about waiting for a moment, and that Chewie could show them to the ship. He would catch up. Scout's danger sensors went off almost immeadiatly, but she showed no sign of it. Instead, she moved closer to Naos.
Her heart fluttered at his touch.
Han Solo
He made a face behind their backs. The farmboy was an idiot, the old coot was crazy, and the other two seemed to be the only ones with outside experiance. Plus, the woman was pretty hot, too. She turned to look at him one more time before settling closer to that man, and Han felt a pit of jealousy.
He sat there for a moment before Greedo found him. Han propped his feet on the table.
Koona t'chuta, Solo?
"Yes, as a matter of fact, Greedo, I was just on my way to see your boss."
Soong peetch alay. Mala trom pee chock makacheesa. Jabba wah ning chee kosthpa murishani tytung we wanya yoskhah. Ha, ha, ha. Chas kee nyowyee koo chooskoo.
"Look, I got the money. I'll give it to the Hutt after this flight." He took out his hold-out from under the table.
Keh lee chalya chulkah in ting cooing koosooah.
"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, you little bugger?"
Klop Jabba poo pah. Goo paknee ata pankpa.
"Over my dead body."
Uth laynuma. Chespo kutata kreesta krenko, nyakoska!
Han squeezed the trigger, and the Rodian fell backwards, steaming. He got up and threw a cred chip at the bartender. "Sorry for the mess," he said, and left.
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Post by hk47fan on Oct 23, 2007 20:08:35 GMT -4
Naos
As we went outside, finally out of the crowded cantina, I heard Obi-Wan mutter something to Luke about having to sell his speeder. Thank the Force, that thing was way too small, and an adult male having to ride on an old man's back like a toddler isn't a good thing. Mabye for Scout, but not me.
We retrieved the droids, who had been hiding in a small locked storage area, and then took off for Solo's ship, the Millenium Falcon. We began to walk through many halls that were bustling with people when we got to the docking area, but as we were about half-way there, I suddenly whirled around, looking at the crowds of people.
Someone's following us. I told Scout
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Post by Force_Flow on Oct 23, 2007 20:39:56 GMT -4
Scout did a commendable job of not giving away any facial expression of any kind except a small smile in the direction of a shop owner. Her eyes took on a more wary look as she searched through the Force, touching the minds of random civilians and travelers. I don't feel anything out of the ordinary. Sure it's just not nerves?
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Post by hk47fan on Oct 23, 2007 20:47:07 GMT -4
Naos
I looked around again, double-checking, and reached out with the Force. It wasn't easy to detect, but still there was something on the edge...a being that seemed to have a small mind, but....something was going on....
It could be....but something is there...lets just go, the quicker we get out of here the better. I thought and looked ahead as we continued on, and slowly got closer to the hangar
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Post by Force_Flow on Oct 23, 2007 21:23:43 GMT -4
The word 'rightfully paranoid' comes to mind, Scout thought dryly. Chewwie led them into another adjutant cooridor, more shady than the others, and growled at a passing Suulistan, who left the area a little quicker than when he was arriving. Poor Chewbacca, she thought privatly. And it was true. The entire Wookie population had been enslaved, population growth cut into almost half. The Empire was cutting down the forests to make more weapons, and Scout knew for sure that Wookie enslavement had been used to create the Death Star.
Just like the old saying went: Give a Wookie a knife and send him to the woods, he'll have carved you a table by sunset, and a house to place it under.
She visibly frowned at Chewwie, who had his back to her. Deep down, she knew, he felt grief and loss. Maybe she could twist it somehow... He would probably join the Alliance if they showed some anti-slave traits. And is Solo was his best mate, he might join up, too. Something deep down told her they would probably be as important as Skywalker himself probably would be.
In no time, they reached the ship, and Scout grinned.
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Post by hk47fan on Oct 27, 2007 11:16:51 GMT -4
Naos
I looked at the ship, it looked pretty...bulky, but it would work. Luke began to complain about it, but Han simply responded on how fast it was. I sighed and interrupted "It'll work, we don't need some fancy luxury-like ship."
I continued to examine the ship, it looked like it had some slight beatings, but it was actually in good shape. I told myself again it would work.
As I walked towards the ramp, suddenly my head jerked towards the hall we came through, and I saw Imperials stomping right this way.
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