Ask Whoa, Black Spire Bam-ba-lam

The wide grin on the fiery haired woman's features faded a little as the penny dropper over the admission that she was here to visit her home world , the array of questions coming over recommended spots to venture to or places to kill time. A slight shrug rolled over her shoulders, as the thought of just what it was that the Jedi were doing sniffing around Batu once again? The last that she could say she had known about a Jedi being on the planet, also coincided with her leaving the care of her parents and going into that of the Jedi order, when she she was barely able to walk - perhaps there were another Force sensitive kid on their Order's radar, or there was something more to this planet than being a back water trading post.

A slight sigh escaped Eisa's lips as she shook her head. "Fraid I can't help you there Purps" the spacer spoke out before bringing the glass back up to her lips and taking a quick swig of the neon blue liquid. "This is the first time I've set foot planet side since the Order picked me up when i was a sprog" she added before swirling the blue liquid about in her glass for a moment, a pensive expression crossing her features. "You'd probably not know, but if you're a Sprog the Jedi pick up, all you take with you from your home world is your name and thats about it. No memories, addresses, next of kin ... zip... nada.... Kriff don't even know if my folks are still kicking about" she continued before finishing off the last of her drink. Before chuckling a little as she sat the glass down on the counter.

"For all I know that Guy there is my old man" Eisa resumed with a chuckle as she gestured towards the approaching barman. And as if to prove a point, but more to entertian the bizare notion that she had raised, the fiery haired spacer turned round to face the bar man. "Are you Mr Wex?" she questioned with a wide grin, that intensified at the look of sheer confusion that fell over the man. "Na Luv no clue who he is" the bar man spoke out once he had regained his composure. "See... no ties to the past, but your name" Eisa spoke as she turned her attention back to the Zeltron Jedi as she waved her hands in a 'Taa daa' motion. "No bother, another two Mind tricks please" the spacer resumed as she returned her attention back to the barman, before fishing out a credit stick. "And something for yourself"

"So we're just here exploring" Eisa spoke out breaking out of the moment of confusion, that she had generated as she turned her attention back to Kori. "Curse is at the droid depot getting her tools fixed up, figured be best to grab a quick drink whilst the guy fixes her up with her upgrades"

You didn't need to be a Zeltron to catch hints of sadness in Eisa's demeanor. The woman's shifts from "cheerful" to "thoughtful" and back to "cheerful" seemed rather fluid. Pretty much like the last time when the red-haired ex-Jedi spacer had set foot on Ajan Kloss and run into Kori. At least those changes were subtle enough not to detract from the mood. But they did make Firehair feel more serious and genuine than her flashy outward appearance. Of course, only a Jedi or a Zeltron could hope to perceive someone else's emotional state on that level. That feel went quite nicely with the half-downed Mind-Trick and the redhead's confession about the past.

"Well..." the direction that the conversation took had spurred the Zeltron into a more thoughtful state of mind. "I'm not the one to judge, since I left home at a... conscious age." Nykoria shrugged, leaning her elbow on the counter while facing Eisa. "I guess having a who-I-am and where-is-my-family sort of questions can leave a gnawing void. But..." the Zeltron downed the rest of the liquid in her glass in one go. Then she put it on the counter with a clang and pushed it aside.

"At times, having nothing to compare things to is easier. I mean, leaving the friends and family you know can be tough too. Not having a thing is easier if you never had it. Well, uhmmm, probably. Right?" Someone who had no recollection of her family and lost her health and limb on a Jedi Order mission probably had better insight into some things. In hindsight, Kori regretted bringing that up; she wasn't quite sure how Eisa perceived her current state and place in the world. So, the Zeltron slipped in a question to change the topic.

"Curse?" the Zeltron's facial expression went sour at the mention of that name. It brought memories, few of them pleasant. Those memories involved narrowly dodging an incoming speeder piloted by that buzz droid. "Oh, it's that ball-like thing, right? The one that nearly turned us into stains on Brentaal?" Desipte her uneasiness at the news, Kori forced a smirk on her face.

"Actually, a droid accompanies me on this mission as well. He's at the local depot too." The Zeltron's tone then changed to playful: "But you mentioned upgrades? I've got a bad feeling about this. Please tell me it's not a spoon or anything that can even remotely be used as a weapon."

Curse lunged at BD, but the droid was quick and managed to evade her attack. The Pistoeka pursued her target excitedly, watching with interest as he used his air jets to propel himself up into the rafters. Curse was able to follow with little difficulty. Since her model was built to operate in space, clinging to starships moving thousands of kilometers per hour, she was able to scale the walls of the shop and leap from one hanging droid chassis to another with ease.

//Consider your course of action carefully BD-9...// She said playfully as she cycled through her photoreceptors' filters, trying to locate her quarry. //If remaining functional is your objective resisting is undesirable, as it's more likely to result in me damaging you in a way that can't easily be repaired. I assure you I am much more skilled at disassembly then any organic. Just think of me as your mechanic...// It was extremely unlikely that BD would agree with her reasoning and comply, but there was no harm in making the attempt. Not that it really mattered, she preferred the chase anyway. She paused in her search as she heard the Besalisk grumbling through the door. He likely knew that something was going on, which meant their game would be short-lived. She had to hurry.

She jumped up to the rafters and crept along, continuing to scan for any signs of BD. Finally she zeroed in on the droid, though she put up a ruse that made it look like she still hadn't spotted him even as she slowly got closer to his hiding spot. //Come now don't be shy, I assure you my intention is merely to catalog a rare model's schematics. I have no interest in sabotage whatsoever. You can trust me. We droids need to stick together after all...// Once she was close enough she'd turn and emit a burst of fire from her plasma torch, attempting to impair BD's photoreceptors before leaping towards his position.

@Topher @Catbert @Lavi

BD-9 had no reason to trust K3-R5. If the Pistoeka got close, there was almost nothing that Beedee could do to stop the droid's rampage. If it was against anything less mobile or dextrous as Pistoeka droids, Beedee could have gotten away with using his spark projector to defend himself. Howevever, the BD unit certainly was not without its own perks: namely, its ability to run away. Beedee's self-preservation metrics calculated his next path of escape as the sound of K3-R5's attempts to convince him came closer. He had not seen the droid yet, but the fact that K3-R5 was closer meant that he had to prepare to run.

The spark of light in the moments before K3-R5's ambush attempt alerted him to the attack, causing the droid to bolt out of the piles of scrap. The light did upset BD-9's visual sensors, but a quick, programmed switch to thermal sensors allowed him to navigate away without too much of a hassle. With K3-R5 in close pursuit, Beedee made his way towards the Besalisk, in hopes that the mechanic would protect him.

The Besalisk grumbled in frustration as BD-9 sped towards him. "Stop! Both of you!"

Perhaps it was because he didn't have a tool by any hand, he simply reached out to try to grab Beedee. Such a motion was a trivial matter to dodge, which Beedee did, altering his path to the depot's exit. The next stop: hopefully to where Master Nykoria could keep this out-of-control Pistoeka away.

His sudden, high-speed exit did catch bystanders in the streets by surprise. Beedee did what he could to slow down K3-R5 as he ran, knocking over baskets, spraying water, taking paths that are quick to access with his jets; all while causing an angry commotion in the streets as he searched for his Jedi companion.

@Reyn, @Lavi, @Topher

A light shrug rolled on the fiery haired spacer's shoulders as Kori offered her counter to Eisa's sentiment about not having much of her history or any ties to this world otther than just the base information that populated her Ident card; name, date of birth and homeworld. The old addage you're not gonna miss what you never had, ringing with an air of truth - But Kriff it did it not seem like such a sentiment that would often be touted by the Masters of the Jedi Order, as a means to dis-spell a young member within the order from pining over something that they would traditionally were taught not to covet.

Afterall to some of the more traditionalist of the Jedi order attachments were a path towards the darkside, which could well make sense for those who would live an entire life in servitude of the Lightside within the Order, they would know only of the Order, they would live only for the Order and would walk only on the path of the Jedi. But for those of the Order that would take a path much like the Fiery haired spacer, albeit being an extremely rare incidence leaving the life of the Order and stepping out into the black void with nothing but your name and the clothes on your back.

"I Suppose" Eisa commented before she polished off the last of her refreshed drink, a slight grin curling on her lips "Then again regardless whether we knew who our folks were, doubt they would recognise us" She concluded as she placed the emptied glass down onto the counter, before rolling her head back and forth to each side to loosen up her neck - more out of force of habit rather than in any attempt to work out any knots in her muscles.

She couldn't help but grin at the souring features that passed over the Zeltron's features as she recalled the troublesome droid that was Eisa's crewmate, a beaming smile creeping its way through as she nodded in response to the description and recounting of the incident on Brentaal. "Yep thats her, she's a curious little toe rag" Eisa chuckled as she lent back against the railing of the bar, her gaze passing over the Jedi knight and over towards the gathered patrons, before her attention focused on the Droid that was up in the DJ booth of the cantina.

Her musings over why an RX series pilot droid was now stationed in the Cantina's DJ booth was brought to a swift end, as Kori inquired over the upgrades that Eisa had eluded to. "Oh nothing major, she's getting a holo projector installed so we can have movie nights during the long haul jumps" the fiery haired spacer explained rather casually, before pursing her lips in thought for a moment. " Oh and new replacement blades and drill heads as they're getting a bit dull" she added, before a grin formed on her features. "Would prefer she had sharper tools for our side line scrapping jobs, rather than her use her AT-RT, better profit margins in having components in tact you know?"

"Well, I last saw my parents about... 4 or 6 years ago, I think," Kori shrugged, as she considered Eisa's statement. "I bet they'd recognize me still... Hopefully." The Zeltron looked down her empty glass with a sad smirk, as she mused: "Though with the state the galaxy is in, I bet my next visit will be about some prison break." Unbeknownst to her at the time, Kori couldn't be more right. Coruscant was a long way from Ajan Kloss, and the Jedi business was sure taking up a lot of time. Or that's what Kori kept telling herself...

She faked a concerned expression and shook her head when she heard about replacement drills and blades for the little troublemaker. But the next part of Eisa's statement made it past Kori's ears. Instead, the Zeltron's senses focused on the commotion outside. "Sorry, seems like something's going on. I'll investigate. Want to come with?" Regardless of Firehair's choice, Nykoria couldn't stay away.

Outside the bar, the Zeltron would find a mess of epic proportions. The market looked like a playground for Force-sensitive children after a game of "Yoda versus Darth Sidious in the Senate building". And amidst all that, Nykoria spotted the perpetrator. To her surprise, it was none other than Beedee, jumping with his jets from one tent to another. The Zeltron just stood there; her jaw dropped, and hands behind her head. Then she just bit her lower lip, lost for words. Who was going to pay for all that?!

@Reyn, @Lavi, @Topher

Curse let out a frustrated whir as BD evaded her attack and managed to slip past. She quickly got on the droid's tail, but before she could catch up to him the Besalisk mechanic reemerged from the back room, looking none to pleased. Curse actually stopped immediately upon hearing the mechanic's order while BD juked the large alien and fled the shop. The Besalisk cursed to himself before looking down cautiously at the buzz droid. "Why... are you listening to me?" He asked. Curse tilted her head and perked up her shell casings.

//Why, whatever do you mean sir?// She asked innocently. //I would never disobey a direct order. That BD unit on the other hand is clearly malfunctioning, it could cause significant property damage and unrest if left to it's own devices. I was simply taking it upon myself to defuse a dangerous situation. Surely you agree?// The Besalisk crossed both his arms and gave her a skeptical look.

"Do you really think I'm that stupid?" He asked, unimpressed. The Pistoeka stared back at him silently for a few moments.

//I calculate an honest response would yield poor results.// She replied plainly. The mechanic scowled.

"You're a cheeky little thing aren't you? Let's see if we can fix that..." The mechanic reached down to try and grab the buzz droid only for Curse to evade his large, fumbling hands as easily as BD had.

//Yes I think you're that dumb!// She called back as she exited the garage. This had all been a horrible idea. She clearly miscalculated BD-9's capabilities and now Eisa was going to find out about her unsanctioned sabotaging and she'd probably have to suffer some of those 'consequences' the human had talked about. Well, the best she could do now was make it worth it. In for a penny right? If she could just get a look inside that BD unit's head she'd be satisfied.

She was actually impressed by how fast he had managed to cause havoc outside, creating a great big mess and leaving people shouting and confused. This was her kind of droid! But he was also a little too fast for her liking, having gained a sizeable lead on her while she had attempted to deceive the mechanic. Still the buzz droid scurried and jumped and crawled around the obstacles her quarry had left behind, slowly closing the distance between them. As she scrambled along after BD she passed a familiar and dumbstruck looking Zeltron. //Hello!// She shouted cheerfully to Nykoria as she scurried right past, tapping one of her shell casings with her plasma torch in a gesture reminiscent of tipping a hat. But she had no time to stop and chat, she had a droid to catch!

@Topher @Catbert @Lavi

As Beedee fled, he looked over his proverbial shoulder every now and then in order to keep track of his predator. Eventually, he did catch a glimpse of Master Nykoria, clearly shocked by what was going on. The droid understood he would have some kind of explaining to do, though he was not sure exactly how to explain the circumstances when the Zeltron had no comprehension of Binary in the first place. But hopefully Master Nykoria's presence would help dissuade K3-R5 from continuing her pursuit.

Calculating his path, BD-9 sped in and out of the streets, avoiding locals and spacers alike, as he raced to the Zeltron's side. Without a word, he clamored up her leg, settling on Nykoria's shoulder while cautiously semi-hiding behind her head.

His choice of perch would draw conclusions of his ownership among the Batuuans, but it did not need any calculation for BD-9 to conclude that it is the preferable outcome compared to being dismantled by a Pistoeka.

@Reyn @Catbert @Topher

Stepping out of the cantina, shortly after the Zeltron Jedi and following in her wake. The moment of concern and caution displayed by the Jedi towards the sudden commotion that was kicking off outside, whilst part of her had hoped that it wasn't going to be the case that her suspicions were going to be correct - but she knew all too well that as much as she had hoped that it wasn't so, there was every likely hood that was pointing towards Curse being within the centre of the commotion. The fiery haired spacer couldn't help but allow a playful grin cross her features, the little droid certainly made life interesting to say the least.

Stepping out from behind Kori, moments after the little bipedal droid scamper up the Zeltron and then cower on her back, the fiery haired spacer shot a bemused expression towards Curse who was seemingly offering a salute in greeting to the Jedi. Whether it was just that her suspicions were correct, or perhaps more likely it was the absurdity of the scene she had witnessed - she could not help but stifle a laugh at her crew mate's antics.

"Oi Missey" Eisa spoke out as she stepped out from behind Kori, her emerald gaze sharply focusing in on the crimson photo receptors of the buzz droid. "Thought you were supposed to be behaving whilst you were getting your upgrades fitted?" she questioned as she folded her arms over her chest, as she raised an inquisitive arching eyebrow directed towards her troublesome crew mate. "I'm not going to have to confiscate and sell your AT-RT to pay for damages am I? "

Kori shivered lightly and shifted her body, so that her eyes followed the BD droid as he ran up her body to end up on her shoulder. The Zeltron was caught by surprise yet again. "By the Force, what the kriff happened here?" Nykoria asked; mostly to ease her conscience, as she'd soon remember that she wouldn't understand Beedee's explanation. Maybe Eisa could though.

Then again, Kori had an answer in front of her own eyes. The answer had spider-like legs, crimson photo receptors, and had just saluted her with one of the manipulators. Curse's involvement seemed like the only logical explanation. "Did that one beguile you into this?" The purple alien turned her face to the droid that had settled on her shoulder.

Meanwhile, Eisa reprimanded her droid... Or rather it was "mild friendly scolding", which in Kori's eyes wouldn't have been enough. Especially seeing how a crowd was already forming around the two women and their droids. Some stallmen whose items were knocked over, along with a bunch of curious onlookers. Even the Besalisk from the droid depot had rushed outside and hurried towards the crowd.

Before long, there would be hell to pay...

@Reyn, @Lavi, @Topher

Curse watched as BD made it to the safety of his assumed owner, coincidentally the same Jedi Eisa had introduced her to on Brentaal. In fact Eisa appeared besides the angry Zeltron, and desperately tried to give the Pistoeka a stern reprimand. Curse made an effort to look as pathetic and pitiful as possible as she slinked over to the red-haired human's side.

//But, I was behaving! I swear!// She lied. Badly. She indicated the BD unit hiding behind Kori. //I was only going to break him a little bit. I could have put him back together afterwards. And much better than that Besalisk could too.//

"Hey!" The Besalisk mechanic cut in angrily. Curse ignored him.

//And I didn't cause any property damage. That was all on him. I told him not to resist.// As backwards as she had things that much was true. Curse had made a point not to knock over anything herself while pursuing BD. Not that the crowd seemed to care. They were quite riled up, and didn't look like they were going to be discriminate with who they put the blame on. Curse stood at Eisa's feet, red photoreceptors looking up at the spacer pleadingly.

@Topher @Catbert @Lavi

BD-9 eyed K3-R5 with suspicion, given the circumstances. Although it does appear to be a stroke of luck that Master Nykoria knew these two, he saw no reason not to make his defense. Especially when the Zeltron accused him of being in cahoots with K3-R5.

// This unit insists it was an act of self-defense! // Beedee answered, shaking his head to visualize his answer to Master Nykoria. // K3-R5 had the full intention of dismantling this unit! //

The growing crowd was not as interested in the explanation; they started to get rowdy as they demanded answers from the two droid owners. Why do they not have restraining bolts? Who is going to cover the damages? One even suggested that they should ban the duo and their droids from returning to Black Spire after due compensation.

Beedee did feel guilty about his decision, since his self-preservation module ended up causing more trouble for Master Nykoria. He gave a sad warble as his antennae drooped down. // This unit apologizes for his actions. //

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The fiery haired spacer couldn't help but scrunch her face up, there was now so many balls up in the air that she wouldn't be supprised if they now started to fall out of her grasp of control. One one hand you had the poorly executed excuse and false protests of innocence from Curse - as much as she wanted to believe that the little buzz droid was innocent, yet alone one day hope that the droid would keep her proverbial nose clean - Eisa could tell and knew all to well that Curse had a terrible poker face. Then in the next breath you had the little BD unit that was swimming in the oil bath siding up to Kori, a Jedi Knight who despite their past history, she doubted that the Jedi wasn't going to let the ruckus and general discourse from the local public last for much longer before taking that Jedi stance and playing peace keeper.

And of course there was the growing crowd, some onlookers, but most of them somewhat annoyed vendors, who once recovering from the shock of a pair of droids come crashing through their stalls and sending their goods in every what way, we're allowing for irritation to now seep into the general atmosphere. Then of course was the damming sounding evidence that The little BD unit chirped in its defence. A resigned sigh escaped the spacers lips as she rubbed at her temples with her hands, Now how to unkriff this scene? Eisa pondered to herself as she massaged away at the sides of her forehead - she could feel a headache brewing with each of the gathered crowd, needlessly throwing in their two cents and gradually getting louder as each vied to be heard other the other.

"Right, cool your jets a moment will ya" Eisa spoke out as she addressed the crowd, before stepping forward from Koris flank and side stepping to put herself between the crowd and her cremate. "Think this is just a bit of a misunderstanding is all" she continued as she calmly put her hands out to the side and gently rocking them back and forward to try and ease over a visual cue that she was addressing the gathered crowd. "One that has unfortunately gotten a little out of hand, I'm sure we can get things tidied back up and get back to normal in no......" the fiery haired spacer continued before being abruptly cut off by one of the members of the gathered crowd. "Who in their kriffing right mind keeps a Sabotage droid as their pet? Look at these off worlders coming here and causing trouble"

Narrowing her gaze, Eisa shot her direction towards the source of the barked irate words from one of the locals, her cybernetic hand balling into a fist, as she closed her eyes and mentally counted down, ten, nine, eight, seven..... kriff this! "Oi!" Eisa snapped back as her self attempt to calm herself fell to the side, she wasn't going to stand for the proverbial lynch mob painting them with the same brush as senseless thugs. "This 'Sabotage Droid' is my crew mate, but more importantly she's the chief engineer on my ship. And a damn fine one she is, sure her logic processors and vocabulary are still limited by her original programming, but this droid has kept my ship in prime working condition" she continued as she gestured towards the buzz droid behind her and beckoning for her scramble up to her usual perching space on her shoulder, partly as a display of solidarity to show to the crowd that despite the make and model of the droid she trusted Curse - but also with Curse on her shoulder should things go south, they could cheese it.

Positioning herself away from Kori, more to provide a visual indication through her body language to convey to the crowd that at least for the most part the Zeltron and the BD Unit were not part of the eccentric crew that the crowd seemed so eager at pinning the blame on for the break in their status quo. "Sure K3-R5 here, has her quirks, and can get a little too excitable with her maintenance duties, but she means well" Eisa closed off, inwardly hoping that it would at least diffuse the situation down to a simmer so that it they could see that it was nothing more than a misunderstanding.

All that Kori understood from Beedee's explanation was "This unit", a headshake, and the dropped antennae. That, and the tone of the warbles, if that was any indication. The crowd was getting more agitated, and Kori couldn't have this scene turn into an investigation. "Right, don't worry, we'll figure it out," she mumbled quickly, both to the cute droid perched on her shoulder, and to herself.

Meanwhile, Eisa took the initiative, trying to talk their way out of the situation. Although the Zeltron appreciated that, she also kind of agreed with the sentiment that had been voiced. Eisa had made some weird choices when it came to selecting a droid companion. "To kark with original programming!" the shout came from the crowd. "My quirk is wrecking droids, and I mean well! How would you feel about it happening to yours?! And if you use that bugger for repairs, then keep it confined to your ship!"

Apparently, Eisa's little speech has drawn the attention away from Kori and Beedee, even though he was the one who had technically caused all the trouble. But with Firehair being a center of attention for the time being, it didn't matter as much who started it. All that mattered was that trouble had a face and fiery hair now. Kori had no illusions though: she and Beedee were up next on the chopping block, and had to do something about it.

"Hey, look, I get you," she stepped a little forward, spreading her arms in a gesture that looked like something between surrender at the crowd's mercy or appeasement. But Eisa could sense something strange in a way Kori spoke: "I agree. These droids need to be kept an eye at at all times. And we need to tidy things up." As usual with Force persuasion, the Zeltron tried to find a thought that aligned the most with her goals, while seeming acceptable to those she tried to convince. That way, she didn't need to put as much effort to make it sink in.

Hopefully, that would defuse the situation even further and help to avoid the worst of the consequences. But it was the toughest situation Kori had to defuse that way yet. She could only hope that a little application of Force would keep the things at bay...

@Reyn, @Lavi, @Topher

While Eisa was taking the time to try and calm down the crowd Curse was analyzing the area, looking for escape routes. Their ship wasn't that far away, and with her master's Jedi training they should be able to outrun the crowd. The problem would be getting the Rim Hopper started up and in the air before the mob forced their way into the ship. Which would require some misdirection to give them more time to get away.

When Eisa beckoned her over Curse climbed up the human's leg onto her shoulder, chirping quietly into her ear so only she would be able to hear. //While your defense is appreciated it seems very unlikely the crowd will be swayed,// She warned. //Keep talking, and I'll go start a fire. We should be able to use the chaos to escape.// Despite Eisa's best attempts to paint her crewmate in a more sympathetic light, the buzz droid seemed only capable of finding solutions to problems by creating more destruction.

Before the little Pistoeka could act however Kori stepped forward and made her own appeal, moving her arms in a peculiar way as she did so. It had a visible effect on the gathered crowd, with a good number of them becoming confused and starting to murmur amongst each other. The buzz droid focused her photoreceptors closely on the Zeltron. Interesting... She pondered. Jedi never failed to intrigue her with their strange powers. Perhaps there would be no need for a fire after all? Although there were a lot of people in the crowd, and it was possible the Zeltron's mind trick hadn't effected all of them. If they were to realize a Jedi had attempted to trick them out of delivering their mob justice that might just make things worse.

@Topher @Catbert @Lavi

BD-9 watched as Master Nykoria attempted to placate the crowd with the Force. It is unlikely that he could ever fully comprehend it outside of highly theoretical and technical descriptors, but he could, at least, monitor its effects on the crowd. Some were more easily swayed, while others glanced at each other in confusion at the change of tone. It was to BD-9's understanding that the weak-willed are easier to influence than others: the scene playing out before him matched that description.

Without much else to do but to stay back, Beedee continued to watch from his perch on Master Nykoria's shoulder.

@Reyn @Catbert @Topher

Her brow furrowed as the literal devil on her shoulder spoke about keeping the crowd distracted long enough for Curse to slink off and start a fire to allow for them to make a break for it. Her head subtly shaking in response to the suggestion, if it were any normal run in with the local lynch mob it would be a solid plan, but given that Kori and Beedee was beside them it probably wouldn't be wise to leave them in the lurch, especially when the Order was something of a loose source of income for the Spacer through the various supplies that she might find of use for the secluded temple.

Her attention shifted away from the hushed utterance from the Buzz droid and back towards the crowd, who lashed out at her defence for the droid - it seemed that despite her efforts to placate the crowd, they seemed stuck on their hang ups over Curse being a buzz droid and how would the Spacer feel if the droid had trashed her possessions. Eisa in that moment seriously struggled to bite her tongue and hold back her response, after all it was how the two misfit crew mates met - discovering the droid digging its way through her ship's engine block.

Fortunately Kori's use of the Force, distracted Eisa from responding for the time being, her eyes shifting away from the rabbling crowd and focusing them on the Zeltron as she motioned with her hands as she addressed them, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched manipulate the Force as she influenced the minds of those who seemingly we out for blood or retribution for their daily routines being shaken up. Whilst it seemed that the Jedi had taken control of the situation and was gradually diffusing the situation, there was unfortunately for Kori's efforts a bee still lingering in the Spacer's bonnet - the latest heckling from the mob struck more than a nerve beyond just casting shade over her droid's character.

After she had turned her attention back towards the mob, as she gestured towards herself and the Droid. "Just cos we may have some quirks, don't mean we're hell bent on causing trouble...." she spoke out as she stepped closer to the crowd, her cybernetic arm raising out to the side before gesturing to the array of cybernetics that had been implanted into her flesh "See these, they were the cost I had to pay for saving hostages being held by pirates on Telos" Eisa explained, her voice calm and sincere. "Ya know, ya shouldn't just judge people for what they are or how they act, but just let us help fix things back up, and you can get back to your days.... no harm no foul"

For the Zeltron, the shifts in the crowd's emotions were almost easy to sense as the noise in the marketplace. Apparently, her little attempt at Force persuasion did work to an extent. The random bystanders, who didn't have anything against the newcomers per se, were now much less vocal. Even the most vocal opposition was somehow less confident about their claims.

But then, Eisa spoke. At first, she seemed rather aggressive, defending the little troublemaker perched on her shoulder — even though it was technically Beedee who had done all this. But then... The mention of her injuries and how she had got them, and in a calm and sincere manner, was something that even Kori wouldn't have expected. "Hey, I judge people for what they do," the man who had been the angriest now seemed somewhat more agreeable. "If what ya sayin's true, then tough luck, kid. Just... Fix this mess, keep your pet on a leash, and tell your purple friend to do the same. Then we'll be cool." The stranger gave the two women and the droids a stern gaze. But he seemed to be taken aback by Eisa's serious reply and the origin of her implants; a stark contrast to her rebellious appearance.

Kori looked at Eisa curiously, wondering what her next move would be. Then she turned her head to BD: "Yeah, not to worry, I'll be keeping my eye on him." Even though tone and expression were serious, she did give a wink to the droid, so that the others wouldn't see it. "We'll sort out the mess, and you can expect no more trouble from either of them."

@Reyn, @Lavi, @Topher

Eisa and Kori seemed to have succeeded in calming the crowd down, as they started dispersing. Curse watched as the Besalisk mechanic released a frustrated remark and waved them off dismissively before waddling back towards his shop. //Wait!// The buzz droid called after him. //You're still going to make those repairs and upgrades right?// She received no reply. The Pistoeka let out a mechanical grumble before turning her attention back to Eisa. After her master had been so sincere and open with the mob she actually found herself in a rare state of genuine remorse for her actions.

//I'm sorry for causing trouble.// She said honestly. After hesitating she glanced at BD 9 before looking back to Eisa. //But it's still mostly his fault.// She added quickly. Well, no one said she was perfect. At least their problems seemed resolves now, as most of the townsfolk had wandered off.

@Topher @Catbert @Lavi

At Master Nykoria's wink, Beedee flapped his antennae in response. Although glad that the Zeltron was able to create a solution to this situation, BD-9 regretted troubling the Jedi with a mess that he was a part of. Although it was not mostly his fault.

// As you request, Master Nykoria, // the droid replied.

The droid looked over at the human female that he recognized from the depot. He thought to ask the Zeltron if she had met her before, given that the two were side-by-side even before the crowd congregated, but stopped upon recalling that Nykoria would not have understood him anyways. Instead, he posed the question to the woman herself.

// Excuse me, have you met Master Nykoria before? This unit has no recollection of any encounters, // BD-9 spoke up, shifting his perch to the Jedi's other shoulder.

@Reyn @Catbert @Topher