Anywhere but Here

[Darkwasp]

Spoiler: OOC

This is a Thread about Bahati finding a replacement blaster, and discovering a NPC who may become part of her crew. If you want to interact with her, or feel the urge to start an illegal gunfight on the streets of Nar Shaddaa, hop on in. Just be respectful to any interactions already occurring, and try not to kill anyone that you have not yourself created.

The landing struts of Miss Fortune audibly groaned under the weight of the large freighter. Heated steam erupted from various exhaust ports, as the ships systems attempted to cool themselves from the long trip. The enigmatic smuggler, Bahati Rehn, emerged from the craft with a collected confidence that only the most notable of Holo-Vid Stars could muster. Her hips swayed melodically with each step, as she sauntered through the empty hanger.

She was quite proud of herself. She had managed to talk her way into a private docking area; nestled neatly away from the hustle and bustle of the planet’s major Starports. Though it took nearly thirty minutes of socializing and flirting, she managed to talk the man on the other end of the com into allowing her to dock for reasonable cost of her company at dinner and a lap dance. Spending an hour or so making some poor soul feel like he was the center of the galaxy seemed like a small price to pay to be out of the prying eyes of the Hutts. On Nar Shadda, the Cartel kept close tabs on nearly every private ship that docked in the planet’s public harbors, and she could ill afford to have Bromborda the Hutt know that she was back.

Bahati had chosen a nice spot on the southern hemisphere of the Smuggler’s Moon, choosing to stay as far away from her old stomping grounds as possible. The scantily clad beauty meandered through the lower levels of the ecumemopolis in search of a nice gun shop. She wasn’t looking for just any gun though. She needed to replace her trusty 434 “DeathHammer”, which had been obliterated on her trip to Dressel. It had to be something with accuracy, range, and exceptional stopping power; something that was probably highly illegal by galactic standards.

The exotic smuggler paused at a particularly fascinating shop, her almond eyes examining the varied weaponry in the window. The lack of uniformity allowed her to believe that this particular shop owner dealt with ‘acquired’ weaponry, which meant that she might be able to find something interesting inside the shop. She glanced down at the Chronometer on her wrist. She still had a few hours before her dinner date. She pushed through the privacy door to the shop, which led to a more secure door. She depressed a small button to the side of the security door, and folded her arms as she waited. A few moments passed before a loud buzzing filled the room, and the door clicked open.

The dark room was filled with a well organized collection of weaponry; far more organized than the display in the front window. A Gran sat behind a counter, one of his eyes always focused on a security monitor, while his others kept track of the sentient beings in the room. The weapons on display in the small room were nice. It was a collection from all over the galaxy, but they were all new and largely legal. Bahati sauntered up to the counter, leaning flirtatiously in toward the Gran.
”I’m sure you’ve got some better stuff than what’s out here.” the exotic smuggler said suggestively.

 

[Wyeffe]

Wyeffe struggled to understand how anybody could live on a planet like this. The smell was horrendous, the buildings were disgusting and the people? Wyeffe didn't really like to think about the people. Despite all this he knew that if he wanted a good deal, the Smuggler's Moon was the place to go to and a good deal was exactly what he needed. He made sure his vibrosword was securely attached to his back so he wouldn't find it had gone missing all of a sudden. His vibrocutter remained attached to a small clip on his belt, concealed but still easily accessible. He was wary on Nar Shaddaa, it was Hutt territory but he had no doubts that there would be Imperial spies everywhere. For this reason he didn't wear his traditional padawan garbs but instead sported a more 'shady' look.

He wore a lightly armored shirt that was barely visible under his robe. It wouldn't do much to stop a blaster but it could stop the knives and metals the muggers of the planet wielded. His trousers offered no such protection but they fit him comfortably and allowed him to run if he needed to. Each step he took transformed his once white shoes into a mixing pot for whatever polluted the streets. All life was worth saving was what Wyeffe had been taught but as he gazed down the polluted streets filled with homeless and criminals alike he struggled to believe that this was living. He pitied them but he also feared them. He avoided eye contact with the beggars, allowing his robes hood to shadow his face and keep his belongings private.

He reached a store that sold weapons. That was what he needed, well part of what he needed. He had no master and relied on his peers and the libraries to train himself. Now he was going to build his own lightsaber but he did not have everything he needed. Firstly he had to acquire a hilt, he heard some built their own hilts but Wyeffe was not as talented as that. Repair a ships hyperdrive? Yeah he could do that, that was working on something huge but something as small as a hilt was just asking to be broken. He would still need to find a colour crystal and many other parts but he would worry about those later.

The shop he saw had good defences, at least against most of the threats on Nar Shaddaa. He went through the first door and was greeted by another. He pressed a small button which he assumed would alert the owner of the shop. He heard a buzz and a click and the door opened easily for him. He entered the room, closing the door behind him, and surveyed the area for any potential threats. "They're all potential threats you idiot" He thought to himself as he proceeded to look at the items on offer. This store might not have what he needed.

 

[Darkwasp]

The Gran looked as though he was about to give her an appealing answer, when a red light to his left began to flash and an unusually pleasant chime filled the air. He made no further effort to enlighten the expectant woman. He simply raised a single pudgy index finger, as he focused his full attention on the security monitor. Bahati huffed. Nothing in her life ever appeared simple. The buzzer to the locking mechanism sounded even more angry and unappealing from the inside, as the door swing open. Really?! Was he really letting in another costumer while she was inquiring about more illicit items?

A hooded figure with a large vibrosword secured on its back stepped through the door. It was the classic outfit that always screamed to her, ‘Hey! Look at me! I have something to hide!’. Her face contorted into an expression of disbelief, as she turned back to the Gran.

”A hooded man carryin’ a weapon? You’d let anythin’ in here won’t ya? Why even bother with the security door?” she chastised quietly, so the visitor couldn’t hear.

The Gran merely shrugged in response. The exotic smuggler sighed. There was no way she’d gain access to the Gran’s contraband with another patron in the room. She’d simply have to wait the man out; in hopes he’d get what he needed quickly and left the shop. Bahati left the counter and moved across the room toward some of the heavier blasters. Though she was sure that none of these particular weapons would do, it at least gave her a chance to inspect what the newest blasters on the market could do. As she examined each weapon, Bahati made sure to keep her body in position so that she could keep an eye on the suspicious figure at all times.

 

[Wyeffe]

Wyeffe took note of his surroundings and started to inspect some vibroblades and staffs that were on display. He was not interested in them but what he was going to ask for had to remain somewhat private, even if it was from a woman and a Gran he would probably never see again. His primary target was gaining the trust of this Gran, probably through bribery. He did not have much money on him but he had no doubt that this shop keeper would exchange goods for a mission. He looked around the room once more, again pretending to look at the items on display but instead looking at the positions of the shops security measures. Confident in his surroundings he finally reached up to his hood and lowered it onto his back revealing his face. He wasn't a face you'd remember and he tried hard to keep it that way. His face had no markings or scars on them that could be readily identifiable, his beard and moustache were non-existent.

He was going to have to ask the Gran for a lightsaber hilt and would probably have to specify as to what type he would require. The Hutts didn't like the Sith Imperium but they would even the Hutts had a price. No, especially the Hutts. One would have to wonder why a hooded man would come into a shop in the underbelly of the galaxy asking for a hilt. The Sith would not undertake these actions and Wyeffe knew it. This shop had been recommended to him by a friend, well not so much a friend as an acquaintance. The Gran was supposed to be trustworthy as long as you paid him, that's what most of these people cared about. Money. There was no use wasting time, he could tell the woman would not be leaving anytime soon.

He moved over to the counter and looked at the Gran. They were a weird species but having that many eyes surely aided him in running this shop. "I bet business is booming this time of the year ey?" Wyeffe asked with a friendly smile on his face. "You've got yourself a nice setup here. Surely this isn't everything you have?" . He didn't wait for an answer before he moved away from the counter to take off his vibroblade, slowly as to not panic the shopkeeper. He placed it on the counter in front of him. He chuckled a little whilst grabbing the hilt of his blade. "It's not very light in here though, is it?" He asked praying that the Gran understood what he meant.

 

[Hishamori]

Hishamori had to admit, she never thought she'd be landing on Nar Shadda, or visiting, but taking into account she needed another weapons to use, besides her sniper rifle, and sabers, it made sense, she had a blaster pistol but it wasn't all that good, and the only way to get a better one was to go to a gun shop, and the closet planet that she knew had those shops around was Nar Shadda, so after landing, she made her way out looking for a good shop, as she did she decided to use her force sight to keep an eye out for anyone that may be a danger to her, she had her hood up making the upper part of her face not visible to others, only her mouth and the bottom part of nose could be seen.

As she walked through the streets she felt another force sensitive, but continued walking, though her direction did change to start heading towards the where it was, as she got closer she noticed the fortified gun shop, and could sense that whoever else was here was in the shop. At least I'd be killing two birds with one stone Hish thought to herself as she still needed a better blaster, she had her sabers, but she didn't want to broadcast her whereabouts to any enemies, so she'd just have to use her pistol.

She walked up to the door and pressed the button that probably notified the person inside to that she was out there, and waited, after hearing the buzzer and the locks unlock, she pushed the door open and then closed it behind herself, finally bringing down her hood to reveal her face completely, her skin was pale though with a hint of a tan to it, but it was faint and barely noticeable now, she had not put her hair up in anything so the mid back length black hair flowed down in a straight somewhat wavy line. She walked in and saw two other people also in the shop, one looked like a smuggler who apparently enjoyed showing off her figure, and Hish respected that, Hish's own clothes while they covered her, were also tight fitting, so Hish's own figure in sense could be easily seen. She then looked towards the other person in the shop and saw that he had a hood up, and to her screamed force sensitive, and she could easily feel it from it, it wasn't all that strong though and it seemed more like he was a Jedi which she found a bit surprising From how his signature is, I'd say he's a padawan Hish thought to herself before looking at who obviously was the owner of the store, she nodded her head towards him, and looked around for a the part of the store that had blaster pistols, once she found the section she walked over to it, started to examine them and possibly find a better blaster pistol that suited her better, she also looked over to the smuggler while she walked to the section and nodded in greeting before minding her own business.

 

[Darkwasp]

Bahati picked through several useless pistols, as she watched the hooded figure approach the counter. It was only then, could she tell how tall the figure was. It towered over the Gran; standing nearly six and a half feet. Glancing around a bit, the figure lowered its hood. It was difficult to tell from her position, but from the brief glimpse she got; it looked like a young male. The tall man said something, but Bahati couldn’t hear exactly what. The Gran responded loudly in Gran. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t speak Gran. It wasn’t a language that she was particularly interested in. Even when the Gran were purveying the most beautiful and deepest of sentiments, they tended to sound like angry mumble-mouthed Hutts.

For the first time the Gran focused all three of his eyes on the man, and it appeared to be sizing him up. The Gran leaned back suddenly when the man produced something and placed it on the table. Bahati craned her neck, but she couldn’t get a glimpse of what it was. Whatever it was, the Gran appeared to be studying the object closely; looking to the man and then back to the object several times. A gentle chime caressed the air once more. Like he had done with her, the Gran raised a finger to the man. Once again, the loud angry buzzer rang out through the room.

”Oh you’ve gotta be kindin’ me!” the caramel skinned smuggler protested; a little louder than she’d expected the words to come out.

Bahati reached down, fumbling through the guns displayed next to her. She grabbed the nearest handle and dangled the gun high in the air. ”I can’t believe they’ve got my favorite gun.” she continued after a long awkward pause; in an attempt to recover.

Bahati’s eyes darted over to see exactly which weapon she was holding in her hand. It was a tiny holdout blaster popular amongst royal pre-teens. The smuggler unknowingly made a disgusted face at the minuscule thing, before forcing a smile to the Gran and the tall man. Embarrassed, she fumbled the weapon a couple of times before placing it back in its original spot.

An extremely tall and beautiful female entered the store; giving everyone an acknowledging nod, before heading toward the blasters. The woman was nearly nine inches taller then Bahati. What were they putting in the water on Nar Shaddaa these days? Sheesh!

Moving her attention to the Gran and the giant man, she noticed the Gran fiddling under the table for something. The shopkeeper produced a metal cylindrical device. Activating a small switch on the device, a brilliant beam of light erupted from the device. He turned the flashlight down toward the vibroblade, so that it glinted in the light. The Gran pointed at the effect and smiled at the man; beaming with a high level of pride and self-satisfaction. Bahati’s face contorted, as she tried to discern exactly what was transpiring at the counter.

 

[Wyeffe]

God he was lucky his parents traveled a lot and took him with them. He couldn't speak Gran fluently but he at least knew enough to communicate with this shop keeper and it seemed that they would get along fine. Then a buzz filled the room which was followed by the woman exclaiming something. It somewhat startled Wyeffe but he rapidly regained composure, the woman had seemed angry about the fact that yet another person had walked into the room. Wyeffe did not pay much care as the women went on to explain her outburst. Wyeffe had taken note of the women who entered, well it would be hard not to. She was enormous, especially for a woman, but what worried him the most was what he was feeling.

Nevertheless he had a mission to finish and the Gran was being more than helpful. A hilt was what had been shown to Wyeffe, at least that's what Wyeffe thought it was. He had never held the hilt of a proper lightsaber for more than a couple of seconds at a time. It looked like the one the Knights of the Order used but then again so did many things. He had to make this quick or discrete. The tall woman was a force user, Wyeffe definitely knew that. Probably. He wasn't very good at sensing those things and usually relied on his peers to confirm his suspicions. He had to be careful though, if this woman was a force user then she could easily be a pawn of the Sith.

Wyeffe smiled brightly at the shop keeper to show his gratitude. "I assume that it comes with an emitter, no?" He said quietly with the same smile on his face. "If it does and the power cell is intact then it's just a matter of price my friend."

Wyeffe was still worried, surely he would not just produce a lightsaber hilt as soon as that. It was at times like this that Wyeffe cursed his critical thinking abilities. Was he being paranoid or was he not being careful enough? Or maybe the shopkeeper didn't even understand him to begin with.

 

[Hishamori]

Hish after examining a bit grabbed and picked up a heavy blaster pistol, she wasn't entirely sure of the make or model but from looking at it, it looked like it was reliable, had good power, and it was the type of blaster you could count on if you got into some pretty bad situations. It's pretty nice, fits well into my hand, though I think more people would say this is a hand cannon then a blaster pistol Hish thought with some amusement at the last part, Hish then looked towards the smuggler, who looked upset. "Is there something I can help you with?" Hish asked in a curious tone, toward the smuggler, she did wonder if she could possibly help the woman in some way, since Hish didn't get much a feeling she was all that bad.

 

[Darkwasp]

The gigantic woman palmed a heavy blaster; looking upon it fondly, before looking in Bahati’s direction. The look escaped the exotic smugglers attention, as she continued to try to ascertain exactly what was going on at the shop’s counter. It wasn’t until the woman spoke that Bahati reacted. The curly-haired thief jumped slightly at the sudden sound and then turned to its initiator.

”Oh. Do ya work here? In that case; I’m lookin’ for somethin’ with a little more… kick than what you have out here on display. Perhaps ya have some models that haven’t made it to the floor yet?” Bahati, asked the large woman slyly.
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The Gran’s face shifted into one of intense confusion, as he stared, dumbfounded, at the tall young man. He spat out something else in Gran. Peeking around the man, he noticed that the women were otherwise occupied. He placed the flashlight in his belt behind him and handed the man back his virboblade. Flipping a hidden switch that shelf behind him slid 3 feet, revealing a small secret room. He motioned for the man to hurry, as the Gran stepped into the even darker room. Turning around, he waited for the man to follow before continuing.

 

[Wyeffe]

Wyeffe didn't know what scared him the most, the fact that he nearly bought a flashlight or the fact that the force user was under the Gran's employ. He couldn't exactly hear what the other woman had said but it was probably about the gun she had picked up previously or another gun. She was probably this Gran's muscle which meant that if Wyeffe couldn't pay he might have to figure out another way to make ends meet. He'd have to think about that when the time came because now the Gran was talking to him again. It seemed that Wyeffe would finally be able to get what he wanted but he wondered how he would go about doing that. Maybe the shop keeper had the more 'lucrative' items hidden in storage.

Wyeffe took his vibroblade back and place it in its rightful place on his back. Wyeffe's question was soon answered as the Gran flicked a switch or pressed a button that moved a shelf which revealed an entrance to a room. The Gran ushered Wyeffe in and he followed the Gran, stepping up his pace. The room was dark and he couldn't see much as his eyes adjusted. "Haha, now this is more like it" Wyeffe said, worrying he may have said it too loudly.

 

[Hishamori]

Hishamori shook her head no at the working here part "No, I don't work here, but I could maybe help you, with whatever you need help with Hish said as she had discretely glanced towards the Gran, and the other person, seeing the slight movement towards a button, obviously hidden under the counter, and then where the door is, and watched them both go inside, if there was one thing Hish could take pride in able to do something on a planet like this it was being discrete, and able to not be noticed, force influenced or not. "But that's up to you in what you need help in, I could probably get you into the back of the guys store so you can find the gun your looking for, but it would be your choice, if you wanted to do it or not." Hish answered and said honestly, she could easily get into the back of the store, but she also found no reason to do so, as she wait for the response she heard what sounded someone saying 'haha, this is more like it' Hish felt her eyebrow twitch a bit when she realized it was the padawan/guy who just went in there with the gran, she looked towards the smuggler is she had also heard him too.

 

[Darkwasp]

Bahati’s mouth twisted in disbelief as the gigantic woman responded. Who the heck walks up to someone and asks if they can help them without actually working at the establishment?! Her eyes narrowed as she examined the woman closely; trying to figure her out. When the woman offered to get into the Gran’s back room, the mocha skinned thief took a step back and glanced around. This had to be some sort of setup. Was the Cartel trying to test her? Or perhaps it was the Nar Shaddaa security force trying to set her up.

”Haha, now this is more like it.” echoed through the room.

Bahati looked up, as the Gran tried to rush to close the door. He paused once he noticed that the two women had spotted him. Sighing heavily, he waved the women toward his secret stash. Not waiting for the unwelcomed guests to arrive, the Gran turned on the room’s lights. Now illuminated, the rear room was easily as large as the ‘real’ shop. Within the room there were several styles of illegal weapons, locked away in transparasteel cases.

”Looks like I won’t need your offer.” Bahati answered with a smile.

The smuggler made her way behind the counter, taking inventory of the large secret room. Without the cover of the counter, she also noticed that the Gran was armed with two blasters on his lower thighs and a carbine at his back. It didn’t really surprise Bahati though. Who would run a gun shop with a secret illegal room, and not be armed? Without invitation, she began browsing the various wares within the area.

 

[Wyeffe]

Yup, he had definitely been too loud and now everybody in the shop had noticed what was going on. He had heard what the force user had said and that relieved him a little. At least she wasn't working for the Gran but that meant that she could be something much worse. Maybe she was a Sith, trying to gain more information on the underworld or maybe she was here to gain trust and build links with those who could aide the Imperium later on. Best case scenario she was a Jedi and that would be amazing however if she wasn't, Wyeffe could find himself in a whole world of trouble. All that would have to wait though because Wyeffe could see the almost angry look on the Gran's face. This wasn't a good start in making the Gran his friend and now Wyeffe would probably have to work on his negotiation skills. "Haha sorry about that, it must have been the acoustics of the room or something" He joked "Probably the wind"

The lights came on and stunned Wyeffe for a second before he regained his composure and looked around him. This was the real shop and it was exactly what he came for. All sorts of illegal weapons, most outlawed because of their danger whilst some were illegal because of their horrible builds. Wyeffe was only concentrated on finding one thing though, the hilt that would allow him to start building his weapon. Maybe if he was lucky he would also find the other things he needed. He did however doubt that the Gran would have a Power Crystal in his shop, that would be something hardly anybody would want to buy. Wyeffe saw the shorter woman come into the now illuminated room, instantly looking for a weapon or item. The Gran's blasters didn't worry him much though, what did worry him was the fact that there was only one way out. If this was a trap, Wyeffe would be done for.

 

[Hishamori]

Hish could see how the smuggler thought it was some type a set up and she didn't blame her, and Hish had to resist smiling when the gran realized that they saw him and the secret room, and allowed them to come, Hish believed somewhat that she had found herself a better pistol, but she put the one she was holding back and headed to the back room to see what else she could find. She could easily sense the fear and worry from the young padawan in regarding to her, and she could only crack a small smile, when she came into the back, she amazed on all the stuff her, she didn't pay much mind to the gran being armed because mainly since it didn't matter all that much to her.

She browsed all sorts of objects, she found a pistol that she had by all means had not seen in a long while, it was a heavy duty blaster pistol, it was kinda like a hand cannon, except it wouldn't break any of your fingers, it would pretty much kill anyone who was at the barrel end of it though. Hish very happy with the find, checked to make sure it actually turned on properly, hearing it hum to life and seeing nothing wrong with it at all, she put into her pistol holster on her thigh, flipping on safety so she wouldn't by mistake shoot her own foot, or the floor. Still wanting to browse Hish continued to look around finding to her funny disbelief a random saber hilt buried under a bunch of other stuff, it didn't look old, or beat up, just someone decided to try and build a light saber and never got past the hilt phase, Hish sighing a bit in sadness put the hilt into her pocket, and wondered if the rest of the build components where here, she saw something shiny glinting on from the light in the room, and dug her hand and grabbed and pulled it back up to see it was a blue force crystal, not a artifical one either, and legit crystal, Hish knowing the value of these put it into the side pocket in the inside of her robe, wondering if she should continue or not looking around Hish was started to debate, she looked towards the disguised padawan, and seeing that he only had a viroblade probably didn't have a saber and that's why he was wandering around here. Trying to get it built, and he needs the parts Hish gestured the padawan to come over to her since she wanted to talk to him, and help him out, it was the least she could do.

 

[Darkwasp]

The Gran took a couple of paces back from the group. Though his eye stalks were flexible he had to get a wider angle of the group whom seemed to split up to browse his most prized possessions. His pudgy fingers fidgeted, as he seemed rather unnerved that so many people had entered his special sanctum. He was probably used to having only one guest view his private stock at a time; able to keep a close eye on them and personally show them around.

Bahati quickly dismissed the Gran’s nervousness, and continued her scrutinizing browsing. She had come across several nice blasters that met her criteria, but there was in particular that caught her eye. The description read Colichemarde MK-IX Heavy Plasma Pistol. It was a little too sleek and fancy for her tastes, and its power cell could produce much less charges than her 434 DeathHammer, but it could nearly put a Bantha on its butt. It was just the kind of stopping power that she needed.

”How much for this, 10 power cells, and a holster?” she asked holding the weapon in the air.

The Gran responded in a sound resembling a wounded donkey. Bahati rolled her eyes at the notion that the man even tried to respond to her, given the fact that she had yet to prove that she’d actually understood Gran. Her arms flopped down to her sides in exasperation, as she stared expectantly at the shopkeep.

”Oh goodness!! Could you write it down?” she complained, as she inspected the gun one more time. ”In Basic.” she added moments later, feeling the need to be more specific.

The Gran huffed loudly, removing a datapad from its sagging pants. Its fat fingers tapped at the pad, before he held it up high for her to read it.

”You’ve got to be kiddin’ me?! I’ll give you 5,000.” she replied, holding up 5 fingers.

The Gran sighed and looked to the datapad. He spouted off something else that she couldn't understand and then nodded his head. Bahati’s brow furled. Perhaps she had gone far too high in her negotiations; the Gran had agreed all too easily. This time it was the exotic smuggler who sighed. She quickly programmed a credit chit and tossed it across the room. The Gran caught the chit in his chubby hand, examined it, and placed it in his pocket, as he moved to gather the rest of her request. Bahati’s eyebrow rose at the feat. How had a Gran, who had seemed so bumbling and inept, accomplished such an act so easily? From that point on she kept a close eye on the shop owner.

Once the Gran finished gather the 10 power cells and a holster that matched the plasma blaster, he handed the materials over to Bahati. The brash thief carefully examined the items, making sure that they were all charged and fit the weapon that she was holding. Satisfied with her purchase, she briefly glanced about the room to see what the other patrons were up to. And to see if they had seen what she saw in the Gran.

 

[Wyeffe]

Wyeffe had begun wandering around the shop looking for a hilt with not a lot of success. He saw blasters of all sorts, cannons which were bigger than some people he knew and he was pretty sure he even saw a vibrostaff that was taller than even him. The place didn't seem super organized but Wyeffe thought that there was a clear system to how everything was set up. He examined each shelf looking for what he needed but it wouldn't be easy, unlike some of the weapons in the room a hilt was small and pretty bland looking. Wyeffe might have even passed 2 or 3 without even realising it. It was after a few minutes of looking that he finally got distracted by the Gran and the small woman talking to each other.

The woman had inquired about a price for what she needed and what the Gran replied with shocked Wyeffe. He was lucky he wasn't going to be buying that because he didn't have nearly enough credits. He wondered if a hilt would be much cheaper than that, it had to be. What this woman was asking for was a complete package whilst Wyeffe required a single part of a weapon. He listened intently to see how the Gran reacted when the woman tried to negotiate the price.

”You’ve got to be kiddin’ me?! I’ll give you 5,000.”

Wyeffe let out a little chuckle as he listened, there was no way that the shop owner was going to agree to that price, that was ridiculous. It was at that moment that Wyeffe received another shock. The Gran agreed to the deal that the woman offered him. Something didn't seem right but Wyeffe ignored that, he might be able to afford the hilt after all. The owner must be trying to get rid of stock quick in case something happened. He smiled as he continued to look at what the shop had to offer. "You're a lucky lady to be getting it that cheap" Wyeffe shouted to the woman as he turned around.

He was going to walk towards the small woman when he realised that the force user was now looking at him. Wyeffe was panicking inside but he kept a straight face like always, if it came down to a fight he would lose. He wasn't good at sensing peoples strength in the force but even with his limited knowledge he knew he was massively outclassed. He put on a grin as he faced her, if he couldn't beat her he was going to at least try and get out of there if he needed to. When she gestured for him to come towards her he got slightly worried but tried to play it off. He was going to have to play this game until he knew who she was and what she wanted. "And what does a fine woman such as yourself want with a young rapscallion such as me?" He joked with the same grin plastered on his face

 

[Hishamori]

Hish raised an eyebrow at the young padawan's question and expression, she could easily tell that by all means the guy was scared of her and she had resist the smirk that wanted to pop onto her face, to answer the young padawan's question, she brought out the saber hilt she found and handed it out to him "I do believe you need this, for what you want to make, and this" Hish said as she pulled out the blue natural saber crystal and also handed it with the hilt towards the padawan "I believe you also need" Hish said with a small smile and a kind voice and tone "You might want to be more careful padawan, your lucky that I ran into you instead of an actual sith" Hish said through her telepathy towards the padawan "I'm Jedi Knight Hishamori Hashama, so you don't have to worry about me suddenly attacking you out of the blue. I would recommend not being so, obvious, next time though Hish finished and her smile only got a slight bit bigger, at the padawan being a bit noisy.

 

[Darkwasp]

As Bahati looked over at the other two, she noticed the giant woman passing the young man something. Wait! Had they just used her as a distraction to steal something? How rude?! They could have at least offered her a cut of the profits. Come to think of it, the two giants could very well be partners; each in their own right a huge distraction for the other. Bahati adjusted the strap to her new holster, and fastened it tightly to her right thigh. Placing a power cell in the heavy plasma pistol, she switched the weapon on – just to make sure that it worked – and shoved it into its holster. She put the remaining power cells in the satchel on her belt with a smile. She didn’t bother trying to pull the trigger. She was sure there was a weapon’s dampener on the premises; there always ways. The Gran couldn’t risk being shot with his own product by some whacked out nut-job.

”I think I paid the perfect amount, thank you very much.” she called out to the giant young man, with a playful wink.

As she was about to walk away from the shop, another thing struck her odd. The tall woman had left a sentence hanging in the air. Bahati was by no means a perfectionist; needing to complete everything, but she was nosey. The dangling sentence was like torture to her. She slowed her pace and allowed her strides to linger, as she tried to extend her time in order to hear the remains of the infuriating sentence.

 

[Faded]

OOC: Playing as Voxil Hord.

Leather clad boots stomped on the metal floors of the Dominator, the Freighter pulling to a slow halt out of hyperspace as its landing struts emerged and attempted to make contact with the docking station. Steam billowed from the exhaust as the door to the craft sauntered open and a dark-cloaked figure emerged from the ramp. The Blackguard’s form advanced into the empty hanger, clothing shrouded by a thick cloth cloak, matching the darkened affinity to which his faction aligns. The piloting droids unloaded a speeder bike from the cargo area, hovering it in front of him as he leaped into the saddle and took off for Smuggler’s moon.

The Blackguard’s numbers had dwindled in the last decade, as elder members scattered across the galaxy while others sacrificed themselves to slay the Sith. He had his assignment and while he could not patiently wait for the trip to Sith Homeworld of Korriban, he had to make a stop to accumulate supplies.

The Blackguard had established Hutt associates decades ago in an effort to continue funding their campaign and it was common that when their elders were sent on missions to far reaches of the galaxy, they would occasional stop in Nar Shaddaa for recovery. He remained seated on the speeder, navigating through the busy intersections filled with bustling entertainment and filthy inhabitants. Arrival into the Southern sector of Smuggler’s moon, he dismounted, and proceeded to a certain Fat Hutt’s sky palace.

As he walked however, something caught his attention and brought him to a slow and steady halt. Narrowing his eyes, his head tilted to the other direction and he placed a set of finely gloved fingers on his forehead. Force Sensitives!

A smirk came to his lips, and while they were too far away to identify their allegiance, he hoped he would have an opportunity to meet them in person. Closing his eyes, he channeled into the dark side of the force and sent a pulsating wave of negative energy through the area. It would be enough for trained users to identity as well as non-trained force sensitives. While he himself was not a Sith by code, he was still trained in the same manner and as such, still possessed the same dark signature. << Come and Face me...if you dare.. >>

 

[Wyeffe]

Wyeffe was intrigued, then he was scared and then he was intrigued again. This woman knew what he wanted, well some of what he wanted. She had a hilt and that was good. She had a crystal and although it wasn't the one he wanted it was also good. The problem was that she knew what he wanted and that wasn't good, this meant she knew what he was and who he aligned himself with. If she decided to act on this information Wyeffe was in trouble and would probably be dead in a couple of minutes or hours if he was lucky. Then came a voice in his head and it was one he recognized, it was the tall woman's voice. Yup, she definitely knew what he was even going as far as knowing that he was a padawan. This was how it ended for him. Or so Wyeffe thought, the voice continued to talk and what it said next calmed Wyeffe's fears tremendously. What he heard next made him breath a sigh of relief. "I'm Jedi Knight Hishamori Hashama, so you don't have to worry about me suddenly attacking you out of the blue. I would recommend not being so, obvious, next time though".

Wyeffe smiled and moved back a step to have more space from the woman. He placed his hands together with his right fist inside his left palm and bowed in front of the woman. "It is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Hishamori." He said as he rose from the bow, not with his usual playful tone but with a voice of respect. "I thank you for finding these items but I shall require only one of those"

That respectful voice didn't last long as Wyeffe changed his voice back into a cheery, joking tone. "Blue just isn't my colour, makes me look fat." He joked.

He turned around after taking the hilt from the hands of the Jedi Knight to go pay for it. He wasn't the most lawful guy but he wasn't a thief... most of the time. He scanned the room for the Gran but instead focused his eyes on the little woman once again as she loaded her purchase. Wyeffe never really understood those who liked blasters, they didn't give him the same rush that a melee weapon such as his own provided, the feeling of being immersed in the battle but he assumed that was just his nature. It was the same when he used to hunt with his father, he much preferred being close to his prey than hiding and shooting.

”I think I paid the perfect amount, thank you very much.” he heard the little woman say with a wink at the end.

Wyeffe let out a small chuckle and responded as the woman started to walk away. "Yeah... sure" He said sarcastically "and I won't be getting your holocommunicator number before I leave this store"

Wyeffe was about to put on a grin when something filled his head once more, something much worse than what had happened before with the Knight. This was a dark message even he could sense that, hell anybody with even the smallest control over the force would sense that. This energy made him feel bad and the smile that he had before disappeared. He turned to face the Gran talking with a serious, fierce tone "Is there anyway for somebody to enter this store without you letting them in?" he asked.

He turned to Hishamori as he awaited an answer from the Gran. This time his voice was once again it's usual playful self "You want to answer that call or should I?" He chuckled.