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Dust was everywhere as Adella wrapped her headscarf tightly around her, adjusting her goggles for the fourth time since exiting the shady bar she'd spent the night at. The search for information had been fruitful, but she'd found a lot less than she had hoped for. People needed mechanics on Tatooine, so business was good, but they were tight-lipped even after paying for their drinks. It didn’t matter. She would find out, even if she had to fill every drunk this side of the planet to the brim with booze.
She located her grimy, busted-looking swoop in the parking lot just outside, and set off at a slow pace. Sure, she was good to drive, she hadn’t had that much… probably. But it was really kriffing dark. Only a few of the streetlights worked in this run-down place, and the constant dust on the wind dimmed them significantly. It was perfect weather to sneak around in, less perfect for swooping home.
It was normally a fifteen minute ride back to her shop, which was a pretty anonymous building, sand colored and worn like all the others. The modifications that had been made to the house were invisible from the outside, and it had a small shop counter where she could do business with the locals.
This early morning, a few hours before dawn, however, it was gonna take her longer. Because she was driving slow, because of the dust on the wind, and because... a building just blew up, throwing her swoop and her off their course. She rolled off the swoop before it could crush her, getting up into a crouching position thanks to her training with one hand shielding her eyes from the glare of the huge flames that stood out from the now completely destroyed dome of a nearby building.
Not even half a second after she hit the ground the first time, bruising her hip and hearing a cracking sound she hoped was the bottle in her side pocket and not a bone, a female human shape landed right at her feet, thrown there by a secondary explosion. Staring at the woman's face, she couldn't believe her own eyes. Dawn.
A great many emotions hit her all at once, only slightly dulled by the alcohol in her veins. Chiefly, however, she felt the need to get out of there in a hurry. This place was gonna be swarming with people soon. People asking questions.
Steadying her swoop, she realized her mind had already decided she couldn't leave the woman behind, and so she went over to lift her up and drag her to the swoop. It wasn't rational, one part of her argued, but she had lost the only other person she'd felt this kind of connection with and could not stand to lose the other too, not again.
Hurrying as best she could, a look over to where Dawn had landed revealed a small pool of blood and a few pieces of scrap metal, all in the process of being swallowed by the dust cloud that was billowing out from the structure. Adella left the scene in a hurry, adrenaline sharpening her senses enough that she dared increase their speed.
It was only after she parked the swoop inside her garage next to an old fixer-upper a neighbor was hoping would win him a ton of creds after she was done with it, and after the thick, blasterproof garage door closed with a heavy thud, that she finally took the time to look at the woman whose prone, unconscious body she had placed on the cleanest workbench she had.
They were inside a small mechanic’s workshop,with an impressive array of tools hanging on the walls, and a few unfinished projects lying around on tables or shelves. Dawn was on her favorite workbench, dressed in the remains of a slick, dark infiltration suit that looked like it fit her like a second skin. The explosions had not been kind to the suit nor to the woman underneath.
Adella’s eyes widened as she saw the partially destroyed mechanical arm prosthesis, noting that it was well maintained and of an expensive make. She tore her eyes from it to focus on the wounds in need of immediate assistance.
She knew a doctor who didn't ask questions, but she was aware of the bounty on Dawn’s head. It was significant. So she ran for her first aid kit and a pair of scissors, and started cutting away the suit and cleaning the sand out of the woman’s wounds.
@Taruna
She located her grimy, busted-looking swoop in the parking lot just outside, and set off at a slow pace. Sure, she was good to drive, she hadn’t had that much… probably. But it was really kriffing dark. Only a few of the streetlights worked in this run-down place, and the constant dust on the wind dimmed them significantly. It was perfect weather to sneak around in, less perfect for swooping home.
It was normally a fifteen minute ride back to her shop, which was a pretty anonymous building, sand colored and worn like all the others. The modifications that had been made to the house were invisible from the outside, and it had a small shop counter where she could do business with the locals.
This early morning, a few hours before dawn, however, it was gonna take her longer. Because she was driving slow, because of the dust on the wind, and because... a building just blew up, throwing her swoop and her off their course. She rolled off the swoop before it could crush her, getting up into a crouching position thanks to her training with one hand shielding her eyes from the glare of the huge flames that stood out from the now completely destroyed dome of a nearby building.
Not even half a second after she hit the ground the first time, bruising her hip and hearing a cracking sound she hoped was the bottle in her side pocket and not a bone, a female human shape landed right at her feet, thrown there by a secondary explosion. Staring at the woman's face, she couldn't believe her own eyes. Dawn.
A great many emotions hit her all at once, only slightly dulled by the alcohol in her veins. Chiefly, however, she felt the need to get out of there in a hurry. This place was gonna be swarming with people soon. People asking questions.
Steadying her swoop, she realized her mind had already decided she couldn't leave the woman behind, and so she went over to lift her up and drag her to the swoop. It wasn't rational, one part of her argued, but she had lost the only other person she'd felt this kind of connection with and could not stand to lose the other too, not again.
Hurrying as best she could, a look over to where Dawn had landed revealed a small pool of blood and a few pieces of scrap metal, all in the process of being swallowed by the dust cloud that was billowing out from the structure. Adella left the scene in a hurry, adrenaline sharpening her senses enough that she dared increase their speed.
It was only after she parked the swoop inside her garage next to an old fixer-upper a neighbor was hoping would win him a ton of creds after she was done with it, and after the thick, blasterproof garage door closed with a heavy thud, that she finally took the time to look at the woman whose prone, unconscious body she had placed on the cleanest workbench she had.
They were inside a small mechanic’s workshop,with an impressive array of tools hanging on the walls, and a few unfinished projects lying around on tables or shelves. Dawn was on her favorite workbench, dressed in the remains of a slick, dark infiltration suit that looked like it fit her like a second skin. The explosions had not been kind to the suit nor to the woman underneath.
Adella’s eyes widened as she saw the partially destroyed mechanical arm prosthesis, noting that it was well maintained and of an expensive make. She tore her eyes from it to focus on the wounds in need of immediate assistance.
She knew a doctor who didn't ask questions, but she was aware of the bounty on Dawn’s head. It was significant. So she ran for her first aid kit and a pair of scissors, and started cutting away the suit and cleaning the sand out of the woman’s wounds.
@Taruna