Open Attentions Shoppers: blasters on Aisle Three!

[Rowa]

The Wheel was a peculiar sight for Rowa: a spacestation in the middle of nowhere. As he began throwing on his civilian clothing on, he heard the beeps of Oni in his socket piloting the ship towards the station.

"It's fine Oni" replied Rowa, his voice different than when he wore the helmet, His silver eyes staring blankly for a moment before putting his civilian hood up, "I'm just going down there to pick up some things."

Oni beeped and grunted a bit as he looked back at Rowa. Rowa frowned, "Well first off Oni I've got to eat and you need some replacement powercells. Master Xerxes didn't get you new Kriff before he died" he retorted, "Not only that but if I'm going to be doing more missions without using my lightsaber, i'll need some extra weapons to get the job done." he further explained. Oni simply shook his head as two patrol ships began to strafe them. Rowa nodded to Oni and took his seat at the controls.

"This is Wheel Security" said a voice over the comm, "You are now entering Wheel Space, please provide ID."

"Wheel Security" replied Rowa over the Comm, "This is Starship...Weasley". Oni looked at Rowa and gave a whine. Rowa replies with a shrug before sending spoof codes to the ships, "Transmitting codes now" he replied before clicking a button. A few tense moments pass before Rowa heard another beep across his console.

"Starship Weasley, your codes are good. You are clear to land in docking hangar 94." spoke the craft before he and his partner pulled off. Rowa gave a sigh and looked back at Oni and nodded. The "Weasley" moved towards the intended Hangar and sat down, hissing a bit before opening its boarding ramp.

Rowa stepped down from it in his clothing, looking back at Oni who stared back from the top of the ramp, "Keep the...Weasley...on lockdown till I get back. I won't be long..." he said as he turned and pulled his hood up, "...hopefully." he finished as he heard the ramp close behind him. Rowa moved his way to the entrance and onto the promenade. Before he knew it...he was in the middle of a massive area full of people. He took a deep breath before entering the sea of people...

 

[Pomeral Boggart]

Shipping regulation checks were some of Pom’s least favorite things about his profession. The inspector had just left, approving his boracic gas and sample weapons transport load...excluding his undercroft storage in his freighter of course. He was waiting for the contracted buyer and the green light on his shipment load before he could replace the “gas” with its respective Arsenals. Pomeral was dressed rather plainly, his flight jacket and technicians clothing giving him a plain freighter appearance. He fidgeted quietly with some of his tools as another ship slipped into the busy docking bay.

This station was packed to the brim, Pom thought to himself as he kept his fishy head down. He didn’t want any trouble to be sure, but he was here to do a job after all. He thought about possibly contracting himself, but the thought of getting tangled up in a legally binding script was my appetizing. He watched people come and go as he pulled up his data pad, seeing that his cargo’s clearance codes had been approved for transport. Casually clipping the pad back onto his belt, Pom made his way up the gangplank to rearrange the “cargo” putting on weapons ranging from Czerka’s finest to some weapons he personally modified. Rail mounted lasers or flash lights, flash suppressors, range finders, among other things had been attached the weapons that were now being shipped in closed containers.

He loaded the “gas” labeled crates onto a hover cart, pushing it along as he made his way out from his hull’s interior locking the gangplank door before making his way to the designated meeting point. He was amused by how easy this job had turned out to be. A vendor of weapons wanted a restock and Pomeral was more than happy to oblige. “Out of my way, move it, Cart coming through volatile gas!” He shouted as the shear volume of people made it difficult for him to navigate to his drop point. He watched the crowd for any funny business, his blaster was holster but still ready to be pulled at any time.

 

[Rowa]

Rowa moved across the promenade, getting out of the way of some Mon Calamarian pulling a gas canister across the market. Safety regulations have gone to the crapper these days huh? he thought to himself. He kept moving about the market, eyeing from stall to stall looking primarily some brand new power cells for a BG Unit...

Her lithe frame moved like a ghost past the various entrances as she kept her hood up in this sea of people. Her blue eyes darting every which way as she passed into the market district. So this is The Wheel? Inabe thought, as she kept to herself. She dodged a few pickpockets who got too close, but overall nothing exciting happened and for her she'd rather had kept it that way...

"Forty Credits" stated the shopkeeper. Rowa groaned as he stared at the cells he needed, "Thirty Credits" he counter-offered. The keeper frowned and shook his head, "Forty Credits or it ain't no deal!" he barked. Rowa sighed and stared him in the eyes, "How about we meet in the middle and call it thirty five?" he said, slightly waving a few fingers laying on the keepers bench. The man looked a bit dazed for a moment before recovering and shaking his head, "I'm sorry what?" he asked. Rowa sighed, "I said how about we meet in the middle and call it thirty five?" he asked again. The keeper looked at the cell then back to Rowa, thought for a moment and stretched out his hand, "Thirty five seems right" he stated as he shook Rowa's hand. Rowa nodded as he shook back, handing the man the thirty five credits and taking the powercell for Oni off the guy's hands...

Inabe felt a slight twinge in the Force, her eyes darting behind her as she looked around, A disturbance in the Force? she thought, Someone who is Force Sensitive? Here?! she thought. She directed her attention from where the small pulse was made and moved into that direction...

Rowa made it back to the ship with the Cells in hand, barking to Oni to open up for a sec. The ships ramp opened for a moment and Rowa stepped inside, "There you go buddy!" he said said with a light grin, "This should get you fixed up...I hope." he finished as he sat the cells down. Oni gave a few warbles and beeps, indicating that "Hope" Rowa shrugged and stood up again, "Alright you are set. Now I need to get some supplies for me and some other things. Keep watch of the ship I shouldn't be long on this" he said as he went back towards the market. He felt naked without his lightsaber. But due to the SE's current status and need of secrecy, he couldn't exactly step out in public with the thing...or could he? A thought popped into his head as he began to make his way towards the market once more.
@Tetsu

 

[Rowa]

Inabe entered into the market district, hood up as she began searching for whoever gave that vergence in the Force. her eyes kept darting from one end of the promenade to another, stretching out with Force a small bit in order to reloacate where this Force Sensitive was...

Rowa made his way onto the Market Promenade, moving towards apparently the weapons vendors. He was on the hunt for two things: A good Blaster Pistol and a decent Vibroknife. If he couldn't use his lightsaber in public then he sure as hell was going to need something to defend himself other than with cheap tricks and a blunt fists. He spotted various venders offering everything from Cycler Rifles, to Micro Missile Launchers to Ole Reliable, the DL-44. The last pistol was a good bet, but it's price tag was just not within his budget. He needed a blaster but he also needed food, medical gear, and a Vibroknife...

Inabe began to mingle with the rest of the crowd, moving towards the vendors if only to make it look like she was just another customer...


@Tetsu

 

[Adenn Rytt]

Adenn had spent too much time cooped up in the spooky Mistress, the Stale, Recycled air and the same scenery were always a bit.... Cloistered for his liking. Between the Kabian Job and educating Etr Adenn had been forced to neglect his favorite Hobbies; Heavy drinking, smoking and gambling!
"alright boys, the wheel! Whose ready for a bit of shore leave? Etr? Dol? Im ready for a good time Drinking and tossing a few Credits away gambling. what do you say, boys?"
Etr Smacked his head in embarrassment;
"Drinking? Gambling? What a waste of money"
Adenn was absolutely gobsmacked;
"Your old man is rolling over in his grave Etr! Your late buir used to drink like a rancor and smoke like a house on fire! You must've inherited your mother's Temperance. Re'mritr really reigned your father in, especially once you came into the picture. But dont you worry! your ol' ba'vodu will teach you the virtues of the juice of the barley!"
Adenn laughed, he couldn't help but think back to when he and his brothers went AWOL and lived in a gambling den, hussling Spacers out of their money with a loaded set of dice.

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth was leaning back in the copilot seat, letting his eyes rest as they made their way to the Wheel, "Etr, I agree that smoking all kinds of smoke, drinking the drink, gambling, and whoring are a waste of money" he stated, almost getting a response from Adenn of outrage, "However..." he continued raising a finger, "...I consider it a waste if you're not doing so in moderation. And if you haven't got your basic needs settled. If i were to get my cash, go out and smoke all the smoke, drink all the drink, and make love to every woman of ill repute in town before taking care of overhead, maintenance, fuel, et cetera, et cetera...then yes I agree its a waste of cash. But if I were to have that all taken care of then why shouldn't we treat ourselves to a little fun every now and then." stated Dolworth as he leaned forward, "Which is why were taking care of getting supplies and other stuff first...along with offloading all the guns we got from the Kaiban job...BEFORE we head to the pleasure decks." he said, intentionally staring at Adenn. His eyes darted left and right when two patrol ships came along either side of the Mistress.

"This is Wheel Security" said a voice over the comm, "You are now entering Wheel Space, please provide ID."

 

[Rowa]

Rowa began moving along the various stalls along the market promenade. He shook his head as he saw more blaster rifles and even an ion launcher or two. However he was more interested in blaster pistols. Preferably something with a kick so that if he hit a target it would stay down. He sighed as he kept seeing everything from TM-357s to more X-38s to even a DC-17 Blaster Pistol. None of them either did what he needed or were just way out of the price range he could afford. He simply shook his head and moved over to finding a Vibroblade. If he kept this up he'd lose his mind trying to find a decent pistol...

Inabe continued her moving through the streets, trying to find the one who made the pulse in the Force. She felt the pull in the Force, taking her into the Weapons bazzar and into the busy streets. She frowned as she felt the pulse finally drift away, shaking her head before moving forward, Might as well find some bacta capsules for now she thought.

 

[Adenn Rytt]

"This is The Spooky Mistress, Transmitting Codes now."
Adenn flipped the hood covering the code transmission switch and began transmitting, it wasnt long before the Comms crackled to life
"Ok, Spooky Mistress, your codes are good. Proceed to Hangar 96"
Adenn nodded and began to fly the Spooky Mistress towards the hangar, which thankfully was close to the markets.
"Now, lets get these weapons unloaded and get selling!"

 

[Etr Wyara]

Etr followed the other mandalorians, helping to move the crates of weapons onto the deck of the hangar;
"So. How much do you guys think we'll get for all these weapons?"
He asked
"I mean it looks like theres to many to unload on one Merchant, do we have a client lined up to buy them?"

 

[Dolworth]

"No arguments here!" spat Dolworth as he climbed out of the co pilots seat, "Lets just hope we got a buyer for these damned guns. The credits from these alone will give use much needed overhead for the Mistress, the Raza, Talon's ship, and any other ship we get in the future." he stated as he began picking up a crate and pulling it down from the ramp. Dol turned around when he saw the doors leading to the promenade whish open, revealing a bald man in a WheelSec Uniform along with some heavily armored guards, "Ij Osi'kyr" spat Dolworth, "Heads up, Wheel Security. If you have anything illegal Adenn, now is the time to hide it. Fast!" he warned as he stood up straight. He had been to the Wheel a few times, and he knew that WheelSec liked order...their order...and if anyone messed with their order there was hell to pay.

"I am Constable Zitchel, Wheel Security" he stated as he stared at the two mandalorians and the child, "I was told this ship was heavily armed for a freighter, and apparently I see now why."

"Is having Mandalorians a problem on the Wheel Constable?" Asked Dolworth, uncharacteristically polite.

"No, but I know that while not all Mandalorians are Bounty Hunters, most bounty hunters normally are Mandalorians." he retorted, "Especially Freelance Bounty Hunters"

"Hey Take it Easy Constable we're in the Guild." replied Dolworth, "And were not here on business. Complete assurances far as I know there are no bounties to be found here." he said.

"Then what pray tell are you doing here?" asked the Constable as he noticed the crates.

Dolworth looked over at Adenn.

 

[Adenn Rytt]

"Came here to spend our hard earned Credits on your fine Establishments, Constable. Maybe sell off a few of these... ehem.. surplus commidities to an enterprising merchant." Adenn replied, giving a forced but friendly grin. The constible met it with cold indifference
"And do you have papers for these "Commidites""
He responded with Air quotes.
"Well you see, thats the problem Constable... the boy here can read a sign to save his life and me and solus only really read Mando'a... so youll have to forgive us for our Penmanship but I think I might have some papers that'll suffice."
He began counting out bank notes, continuing until the constable seemed satisfied.
"There you are. And there'll be plenty more where that came from, once we sell. Actually why dont you lads come over and pick something nice out of the box, Etr, crack those babies open, let these men have the pick of the litter?"
The guards came over, selecting some of the many weapons. And when they seemed satisfied Etr closed the crates.
"There, Constible, is that satisfactory?"
Adenn asked, again giving a forced grin
"Quite. Enjoy The Wheel gentlemen, I look forward to seeing your papers again before your departure."
the constible and his squad left the three mandos on the floor of their hangar.

 

[Dolworth]

"Good call Adenn" stated Dolworth as he began moving the crates more, "That should keep them off our backs for now." he stated as he gave a sigh, "Lets just find a bloody buyer and try to relax" he stated as he began searching a console for any gun dealers on the bazaar...

 

[Rowa]

Rowa was looking at a peculiar Vibroknife, turning his gaze up to the Merchant who noticed him noticing the knife.

"What is that?" asked Rowa.

"A Vibrobayonet." stated the merchant.

"Whats the difference between that and the knife. they seem the same to me." stated Rowa.

The Merchant grinned, "Not much really, except from my experiences a Vibrobayonet can fit almost any blaster rifle or carbine, has a more narrower profile than your standard Vibroknife, and because its a more updated modern design its easier to conceal" he explained.

Rowa looked at the weapon for a moment and nodded, the weapon fits my needs greatly, he thought, "How Much?" he asked.

"Around 200 Credits." stated the merchant.

Rowa frowned as he heard the price tag, giving a subtle wave of his fingers to the merchant, "100 Credits" he said to him directly but quietly.

The Merchant went into a daze for a moment when Rowa waved his fingers before shaking his head once more, "100 Credits I meant." he said. Rowa grinned, stretching out his hand both to shake the Merchants and hand him 100 credits for the Vibrobayonet...


Inabe felt another pulse in the Force, this time it was close. Her eyes began darting among the various merchants till she spotted a young man in his Early Twenties, Dark Brown hair and silver eyes that felt as dull as Beskar. She tilted her head for a moment before beginning to follow him...

 

[Ots]

Ots was excited to get into the wheel, he could hardly wait. " R3, are you ready to get inside?" He said as two ships pulled up next to him " This is the Wheel Security, you are now entering wheel space, please provide your ID" said a voice over comm "This is TIE/RG Mudskipper, sending codes now." Ots flipped a switch and started sending codes. " TIE/RG Mudskipper, your codes are good, you may land in Hanger 96" " That was a smoother landing then I thought it would be" Ots said as his TIE rangers landing gear groaned and creaked under the weight of the old starfighter. " Open the Gangway R3" said Ots as he powered down the ship's engine. As the Gangway opened he noticed two mandos and a boy unloading cargo and paying off guards.

 

[Adenn Rytt]

"Oy, ad'ika, nidarna ibac nelya buyca"
[Oy, lads, check out that old rust bucket]
Adenn laughed upon seeing the old, clone wars era ship dock in the hangar. Its rusted, muddy hull and creaky landing gear made it look like hell. Then the Mandalorian Piloting it came into view, A slightly more pitiful sight. His coroded armor was a far cry from Dolworth and his own. The short Mando made his way down the Ramp and was trailed by and R-3 Unit.
"You wanna greet him?"
He asked Dolworth.

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth was unloading the last crate when a Fighter that had been long overdue for the scrap heaps of Ord Mantrell landed next to them. It was no argument a pitiful sight. What was even more pitiful was the Mandalorian stepping out of the ship with their R-3 Unit.

"By Koil's Shadow!" said Dolworth has he looked at the Mandalorian. He felt a small twinge of anger not at the person, but at the condition of their armor, "If he's pulling a Jango, you with me right?" he asked Adenn as he turned and began to walk over to the new arrival...

 

[Etr Wyara]

Wyara was shocked at the condition if the ship and even more shocked at the condition of the mans armor.
"What does that mean? "Pulling a Jango""
Etr asked with great curiosity.

 

[Adenn Rytt]

"Yeah, Im with you. If he's pulling a Fett then Ill skin him alive." Adenn replied to Dolworth. He turned his attention now to Etr,
"Not all Men who wear Mandalorian Armor are Mandalorians. Some fool, before the Empire, went around pretending to be a Mandalorian when he was a Honorless Mercenary. An act which still angers Mandos."
he turned his attention to Dolworth
"Lets test this guy. A little mando'a perhaps?"

 

[Rowa]

Rowa continued to pass by the stalls, stopping for a moment to look at several blaster pistols, one of them a BLURRG-1120 Blaster Pistol, a DE-10, and a Glie-44, all were good but didn't seem to be what he was looking for. He eyed the Glie-44 one more time when he felt someone standing behind him. He twitched his head, finding a woman of his age staring at him with a tilted head and soft blue eyes. A curious look adorned her face as she stood there silently. He paused for a moment before awkwardly turning around to fully face her.

"Ummm" he managed to get out, "May I help you?" he asked as he subtly gripped his new Vibrobayonet.

"I'd go with an SE-45" she suddenly said.

Rowa looked at her for a moment before shaking his head. He was trained to be prepared for everything...this was not one of the situations he was prepared for, "I beg your pardon?" He finally got out as a response.

The young woman turned him around and pointed at the back of the stall hanging from the backwall. There blued and black was an SE-45 Blaster Pistol with the railing holster system so it can be carried either on the shoulder or on the hip.

"It's a good pistol. Its not as flashy or as powerful but it can compete with the DL-44 and its easy to maintain" explained the woman as she called the vendor over to them, "How much for the SE-45?" she asked.

"About 500 Credits" the vendor replied.

Rowa frowned for a moment as he looked at the Vendor then at the girl. he looked back at the Vendor and tried as best as he could wave his fingers, "Would 300 be fine?" he asked, trying to veil it as a question rather than a command.

Inabe felt the pulse again, yep it's definitely him she thought as she watched him convince the vendor to bring the price down to 300. The two men shook hands and Rowa took the blaster. She watched him for a moment before they started walking down the street.

"Thank you for the suggestion Ma'am" stated Rowa, now if you'll excuse me I think I 'll take my-"

"Wait!" she said stepping in front of him, "I've never met a..." she stopped for a minute to look around, making sure no one could hear them before leaning forward, "I've never met a force sensitive so skilled outside the Order"

Rowa froze for a moment, his instincts telling him two things: This one is a Jedi, and that he had to run. However he let his instincts flow over him and fade, drawing on Master Xerxes teachings to face a problem rather than run. He tilted his head, doing his best not to react negatively, "Order?" he asked.

"The Jedi Order" she said as she motioned him to move with her, "Look I apologize for the suddenness and I'm not trying to out you. But I've never met someone who was competent with the Force outside the Order."

"Forgive me for saying this Miss but why do you care?" he asked.

"I'm just fascinated that's all! I thought we were the only ones who taught people how to use their gifts." she explained with a smile, "I mean its not every day you meet another Force User" she finished.

Rowa just looked at her with confusion as they continued to walk.

 

[Dolworth]

Dolworth nodded to Adenn and turned back, walking up to the Mandalorian covered in mud, gunk and another amount of something Dol didin't want to know.

"Tateyus Vod! (Greetings Brother!)" He called out in Mando'a, "Gar jivaor emuurir gar pabida lo a marev akaanir ti a Mudhorn! Me'bana?! (You look like you got into a fist fight with a Mudhorn! What happened?!)"