Joining the cause

[Frannykins87]

Alisha found herself staring at the distance, on another hot dawn in Tatooine. She was standing on a sand dune right at the edge of Anchorhead, next to her father’s speeder she used to get here from home. That morning she woke up feeling well rested, but empty inside. Her dreams once more took her back several years earlier, exploring the streets of Mos Eisley together with her best friend in the whole galaxy. The only friend she’s ever had. She turns her head away from the suns, for it was not wise to stare in the distance too long.

With a heavy sigh, and a saddened expression on her face, she slowly walks back to her father’s speeder, a Soro Suub v35 courier, that she left at the edge of Anchorhead. She always liked it, despite having some wear and tear signs on the side, and being generally fairly dirty, as it was used often. She climbs on it and starts the short drive back home.

Her father that morning told her they were having a day off, as both could use a rest. A day off sounded like a good idea. But Alisha’s mood would sadden when she had nothing to do, nothing to focus on, nothing to repair or fix or upgrade. As she climbed back on the speeder, she shook her head and thought to herself:

“Now come on, let’s think of something to do”.

Driving back to Mos Eisly, hair flowing behind her, Alisha thought that she still didn’t get the parts she needs for that Q9 astromech droid that she was meant to repair by next week.

“Well, might as well start to look for them” she said to herself.

She wanted to ask the owner how did he come into possession, but her father always told her “The fewer questions you ask customers, the better, on this planet. As long as they pay, all is well”.

Once arrived in Mos Eisley, she parked the speeder outside her house. She entered and quickly informed her father that she was going to go to the markets near the spacesport to find parts for the Q9, at which he replied with a nod of approval. She figured the markets on corporations road, right in front of the spaceport, would be a good place to look for astromech droid parts.

She gets out the house once more and climbs onto the landspeeder, and within 5 minutes reaches the spaceport from a perpendicular street to Dune Street, and comes out in Corporation road, the spaceport looming on her right. She parks the landspeeder in an inconspicuous spot a little further from the market.

She hops out and walks to the stalls, moving through the crowd with a certain grace, and almost confidence. She starts looking around the stalls carefully, also observing the nearby people in case of attempted thefts. Lots of criminals around here, so she is trying not to stand out. Every once in a while she throws a look towards the spaceport, wishing she could somehow get off this blasted planet.

 

[ThunderFurrie]

Two cloaked and and hooded figures walked through the musty Starport that smelt of exhaust and sweat from various Xenos. Their eyes where mostly covered by the dusty goggled they wore the only difference between them was that one figure had a long crimson ponytail that came out from the back of her head wrap and trailed down most of her back. The figures continued to walk towards the brazer as it one one of the only ways out of the star port, as the figures became more clear one could easily tell that they where both women of similar height and weight. The two continued to walk down the street before one made a quick turn right towards a stall that was full of mechanical parts and old electronics. The other figure shook her head and headed off the path to follow her sister. Eda lifted her good and goggles so she could see the items easier exposing her rare Crimson red hair and hazel eyes that shone like freshly polished duracrete. Eda looked over the various pieces of machinery from rusted droid parts to pieces to a hyperspace core though some where harder to recognize then others due to the sand on the table, which Eda could not tell if this was on purpose or if the sand did just blow onto the table.. Eda swung her head from side to side slowly looking over the parts her Crimson hair swaying with her motions as she looked everything over. The other hooded figure stood quietly beside Eda her long pony tail swayed slowly with the light wind but she felt a light tug on her leg and she immediately let a vibro knife drop from her sleeve and into her hand before making a motion as if she where arming to kill what ever had tugged on her pant leg. Ela stopped just short of the creatures neck as she had noticed it was two small human children a boy and a girl. Ela held the blade up to the boy's neck as he was the one closest to her leg with who seemed to be his sister a few inches away from him. Ela lifted her hand away from the boy who looked like he was scared to death at that point, with tears streaming down his face he seemed frozen in place as his life was just about stolen from him. Ela lifted her hand and let the blade slide back into her sleeve holster before turning away from the child staying silent the entire time, though she probably only didn't take that child's life because of the crowded area. Meanwhile Eda still had her attention on the items placed at the table searching for something interesting to grab for her own pleasure as she did need weapons and her sister could make anything into an energy based weapon.

 

[Cortan]

"Bob, what did I tell you? Stay close. I don't want you being taken and... sold off for scrap." A somewhat withered, leathery finger lightly tapped against the chest piece of a medical droid, which gave a somewhat apologetic nod. Both the finger and the droid belonged to a particular individual among the crowds of Mos Eisley, his species a rare site beyond their homeworld, let alone outside Imperial space. The Vor was hunched over slightly, wings folded as his arms lay by his side. The desert breeze caused them to flap a bit, revealing where they had been torn, shredded, or otherwise mostly fallen apart over the years. They still clearly caused hassle with his attire nevertheless, and so he wore a dusty old poncho that draped over his figure, rather than attempt enclosing around his wings. His other hand scratched at an itch the material wrought, before diving beneath it. There was a small click as he appeared to press a button, then removing his hand and plopping into his mouth a small pill, which he then swallowed.

"Now then, tell me... any of these right?" Tatooine, and this city in particular, had never really been the gem of the galaxy. Indeed, the Vor distinctly recollected his earliest days in the Galactic Alliance navy, hearing the words 'outer rim' in relation to his future posting and actually somewhat dreading the possibility it might wind up anywhere near here.
Now, he had little choice but to come, to find the right medication, and anything resembling a good price - even if the quality and source were far from guaranteed.
<--Referencing...--> It was why he had brought 'Bob' along, Donkur turning his head to gaze at the droid as it examined the wares before them. The owner gave the machine quite the evil eye for daring to question the validity of the merchandise, but kept quiet, having evidently not had so many customers beforehand - the two had arrived to find the stall quite deserted, in spite of the general hustle and bustle.

Donkur kept an eye out on the crowd for a variety of reasons, chief among them protect, of both himself and his droid. The other main one, however, was to try and weed out those either noble, stupid, or easily led on enough to perhaps be convinced to join the Rebellion. They ultimately needed everyone they could get, even if it had to come from here of all places...
<--Containers B-12, C-15, and E-9 each match your required supplements.--> Donkur nodded, and drew from a small pouch on a belt the credits he needed, before handing them over to the seller. The numbers added up, and Donkur picked up his bought stock, placing them into a storage unit within the droid. His current supplies hadn't quite gone yet, so it'd be good to prolong the dateline on these newer ones as long as possible. Especially if they may have been older than they seemed.

Sealing up the container, Donkur turned and gestured for it to follow. It was nearing the point they meet up at the cantina with the rest of the men on the ground, discuss matters, and then decide whether or not to return to the shuttle, and from there, to the Quasar in orbit.
"...Ah!" But Donkur was old, and whilst his senses were still somewhat about him, they occasionally slipped. On this day, they led him to almost bump into a complete stranger, a young human woman, far shorter than he and probably a third the age. Green eyes and black hair, nothing that really stood out about her...
"Excuse me." And so, he tried to pay her little mind, instead continuing past her.
<--...Ah!--> Only for a single tone scream to erupt from behind, as the medical droid's leg snapped, and the aging unit fell to the ground on its side. Embarrassed, and slightly distressed, Donkur rushed back over to Bob's side, attempting to lift the automaton up off the floor. But Donkur was old, and a Vor - one of the worst combinations for physical strength. He struggled to raise the machine more than a few inches.

 

[Frannykins87]

As she finished browsing a stall, Alisha turned to go to the next one and noticed two hooded figures walking through the crowd and looking at a mechanical and electronic parts stall, couple of stalls further from the one she was standing at. At first, she didn't take too much notice, but she could guess they were two women.

Then, as she reached the next stall,from the corner of her eyes she caught two small kids with, can't have been over 7 years old, that got closer to the figures. Curiosity has always been strong in her, and she very slightly leaned out to look at the kids, smiling a little bit. Her smile faded quickly however, as she noticed the hand of the figure quickly closing on the child nearer her, and she caught the glint of what she guessed was a vibroknife of some kind, she wasn't too sure as there were people everywhere. The figure retracted the hand just as quickly as she protracted it, however, but not before scaring the poor kids to death, who run off crying. She quickly turned her attention back to the stall, a serious expression on her face, wondering how can someone threaten a kid like that.

"Maybe she didn't know it was a kid at first. I mean, we ARE on Tatooine, afterall..." She thought to herself.

She shrugged her shoulders and moved on, trying to forget what she just saw, and not wanting to get the attention of the women, just in case. Easing her frown again, she resumed her browsing. But then she saw something else entirely. As she approached yet another stall, she saw this very tall figure, draped in a poncho, which couldn't quite hide the fact that clearly, it was an alien species that Alisha never seen before. She blinked a little, as well as look up a fair bit, as she was small for a human, and this figure was at least two meters tall.

She saw the tall alien walking towards the other end of the market stalls, and she was so enthralled by this alien that she didn't get out of his way immediately (or hers? She could not tell) and was almost knocked over. But she was quick and managed to step aside, as she heard the creature excuse itself and walk past her. Upon hearing his voice, Alisha figured the creature was a male, but again, she couldn't be sure. Before she could reply, the individual already moved a few feet away.

Alisha saw that he was followed by a medical droid, and her knowledge and experience in droids told her that it was quite an old medical droid. Fact that was proven right, when suddenly its legs snapped, and the droid fell to the ground with a droid-like scream. Alisha couldn't help by grin a little, but when she saw the owner rushing to the droid and struggling to lift it, her expression turned a little surprised, and she rushed over to the droid as well, on the other side of the owner.

"Let me help you with that, err, Sir?" She said tentatively, still unsure of the gender, and gently pulled the droid up, not with too much ease as she wasn't very strong herself, but somehow quite a bit stronger than the droid's owner, who, from a closer look, Alisha figured might have been a little on the older side.

"There you go" she said once the droid was up. "Though I think the droid could use newer knee joints"

Despite feeling a little intimidated by the height, Alisha figured the owner was not a criminal, so she smiled pleasantly at him.

 

[Rizzo]

Ma'saan Orar


Its a fact that Tatooine is dangerous. Thus the reason I'm always in armor in this backwater sandpit. I hate deserts but I need to ensure that my contracts with the Jawas remains intact. Our prices are reasonable but they've stopped payment. Unlike the Hutts, I've simply come to speak with them in hopes to resolve this issue. I'm sure it's only a misunderstanding.


My beskar body armor was minimalistic and as such it barely resembled Mandalorian design with the exception of the chest design. The helmet, however, was an NME 'Assassin' model and as such it was obviously a Mando's buy'ce. The metal parts were painted with the same design as the StealthX but didn't have a sealed suit underneath them. The helmet had a swept airman shield over the forehead, spot lamp on the left ear and optics for various sensors on the right ear, typically where a rangefinder stalk would be. I slid my "outcry" shotgun onto the magnetic holster on the right side of my back plate and a metallic lockbox onto the left side after which I wrapped myself in a gray hooded cloak. Now its time to find some Jawas.


"Prudii, your taking care of the 'Bantha' right?" I said into my helmets microphone. "Yeah, why not? Let me just get some assets first." "Thanks."


Its hard to think that not long ago he had been hired to kill me! Now we were good friends. That's Mandalorian culture for you. I took to the vendor filled street in time to see a droid fall apart. I just couldn't help but chuckle as I made my way over to the scene, removing the lockbox from my back as I approached.


"Need a hand?" I asked gesturing to my box, my accent being a blend of common Mando'a and Corellian, "I have some tools."

 

[Frannykins87]

Alisha just finished speaking her words when she hears a third person speak.

"Need a hand? I have some tools"

She turns her head towards the third stranger, equipped in full body armour, though Alisha couldn't quite tell where the accent is from.

"Oh!" she says in surprise.

She looks at the person who just spoke, trying to determine his intentions. She is not used to talking to people, never mind total strangers. The tall alien was probably not the aggressive type, but this armoured man..he looked well equipped...But Alisha figured he wouldn't try to help if he had bad intentions. Still, she was a little on the edge and started to bite her lips every now and then. She learned fast that in Tatooine, sometimes looks are deceiving. In fact, a LOT of the times looks are deceving...

She smiles at him a little nervously.

"That would be useful"

She takes the toolbox from his hands, not without a hint of hesitation, half expecting something to happen. She turns her attention back to the tall alien.

"Would you like your droid fixed?"

 

[Cortan]

Donkur had grumbled something under his breath when the young woman offered to lift Bob back up, though it was hard to tell if it was to her, or a comment on himself. As she had done so, Donkur had gone to find and pick up the snapped off robotic limb, taking a look at the damage as he did so. It was, sadly, what one could expect. Age had worn away the very casing and internals, and with less than level a surface beneath Bob's feet, too much pressure had been put on and the whole thing snapped off, edge of the broken metal cutting through most of the wires and circuitry. This was a headache, and one he really did not need.
"He could use a lot of new things, honestly. I just can't..." He trailed off as thoughts turned to the limited supplies and resources of the Rebellion, before turning his head as someone spoke, their words... curious.

"A little out of the way for a Mandalorian, isn't it?" That caused some wariness from a crowd that now took notice, but Donkur was only so wary in the fact the man was armed, nevermind his background. In a way, the Mandos were among those most likely to understand what it was like for his side right now.
"And uh... of course, but I don't have much in the way of spare credits. Or materials. Or..." He was... a little caught off guard by just how willing these two strangers were to help. It was nice, yes, but this was... this was Tatooine.
"Nor do I think this is a particularly ideal environment for working on something like that." Another breeze brushed through, and grains of sand crossed Bob's surface, as Donkur reached out to hold them steady.

"...If you be willing though... He's been good to me. Stuck with me through a lot." Sentimentality took its toll as a result of the contact and focus upon Bob however, and Donkur would like acquiesce to any requirements to get the droid outright fixed, assuming they didn't go too far. He didn't want to be too indebted to strangers he'd just met after all.

 

[Rizzo]

Ma'saan Orar


When Donkur mentioned my background several people turned to stare at me. "What are you gawking at? Like you didn't notice before? Go back to your blissful ignorance," I hollered. The small crowd was more than compliant, no doubt on account of the fully automatic street howitzer on my back. I returned my focus to the bird-man. "I'll help you out but I too am in need of assistance," I said as I lifted the droid over my shoulder,"I'm searching for some Jawas in a crawler. The boss is named Pepin."

 

[Frannykins87]

From the way the tall alien talked, it was clear to Alisha that the he was quite attached to the droid. She smiled slightly at that. She knew the importance of sentimental value. Though got immediately nervous as soon as the tall alien mentioned the Mandalorian. Of course, she could have guessed it, all fitted out that he was. The crowd dispersed quickly at his words though.

The tall alien answered Alisha, saying he would like his droids fixed but not was concerned that he had no credits or materials, and that this wasn't an ideal place. Alisha mentally agreed on the latter part, and was about to say that she would ask no credits, and as far as materials went, her father probably had some spare parts, when the Mandalorian offered his help as well, as well as asked for it.

"I'm searching for some Jawas in a crawler. The boss is named Pepin."

Alisha looked at the Mandalorian, curiosity getting the better of her, again..

"Pepin? Why wou..." She shook her head instantly, knowing it was never ever wise to ask too many questions on this planet.

"No, nevermind... My father and I often deal with Jawas, but he never mentioned meeting a boss, nor do I recall anyone by that name. Usually the jawas we deal with are junk dealers within the city. I also tend not to remember their names..."
She blushes slightly, a bit embarassed to admit that.
"But I suppose I could ask my father if he knows anything."

She then turned to the tall alien again.

"My father, he is a mechanic too and we have a shop not far from here. We are used to repairing droids, so he probably has spare parts needed to fix your droid. I parked my speeder just a little further from the market, I could pick you up and the droid and drive to my..err...our workshop, rather than trying to repair the droid here. And you won't need to worry about credits either."

She was talking quite fast, as she was nervous. She didn't talk to strangers in the streets very often.. But she takes her breath once she finishes, as to recover and relax, and gives the two strangers a kind smile once she finishes. She was always willing to help people if needed, this planet definitely needed more charity..

She looks at both the Mandalorian and the tall alien, waiting their response.

 

[Cortan]

Donkur let go of Bob as the droid was lifted up over the Mandalorian's shoulder, but still kept ahold of the leg so as not to lose it. The droid expressed a few confused sounds, but the Vor rested his hand upon its head, and gave a light pat.
"Easy now... they're going to fix you..." Donkur assured the machine, before turning his head towards the Mandalorian as he made his request. Unfortunate thing about it though...
"...I've never actually asked a Jawa for their name. Only met one or two personally." Despite their common place on Tatooine, Donkur had only ever really had minimal contact with the diminutive traders - and even less contact in the rest of the galaxy.
"I will also ask my associates if they have heard anything though." Rather than sour the basket too quickly however, Donkur would at least offer some small effort. Hopefully the Mandaloriam wouldn't be needing to have a 'chat' with the jawa.

"Go, get your speeder then. A good workshop would be useful... hack! Gragh! Pah!" Some sand caught in his mind, briefly driving a coughing fit. Patting down on his chest, Donkur finally brought it under control, though he had lost much of his breath in so doing. He depressed a switch on the medicine box beneath his poncho, and quickly plopped into his mouth a round, blue pill. The Vor gasped for a bit, and then after, was fine.
"Apologies. My body has never quite agreed with alien environments, be it Tatooine deserts orthe swamps of Naboo.." Alien to him at least. Though looking to the others, he could imagine at least one spent their regular life here.

 

[Rizzo]

"Thank you," I said to both Donkur and Alisha,"Its very important that I speak with him and I'm beginning to fear the worst. I checked for any records possessing his route but I can't find his crawler any where along the route. I don't really have much of a plan at this point other than to ask around."

 

[Frannykins87]

Alisha nods and smiles to the Mandalorian, and then gives the tall alien a concerned look as he coughs and spitters.

"Are you alright?" she asks him.

He still looked out of breath to Alisha as he stops coughing, and Alisha saw him press something on his poncho, and quickly swallow what Alisha supposed was a medicine pill.

"Apologies. My body has never quite agreed with alien environments, be it Tatooine deserts orthe swamps of Naboo.."

"I see..Well Tatooine isn't exactly an easy environment....."

She briefly turns her head towards the direction her speeder is located, then turns back to talk to the two strangers.

"Right. I am going to get my speeder, wait here. I will return shortly to pick you up."

She then dashes off north, weaving through the crowd with a good amount of agility. From the covered stalls, she turns left onto the main street, and almost makes a dash to her V35 Courier speeder, which, thankfully, was still there. She opens the door and gets into the driver's seat After switching several buttons on the control dash next to the driving wheel, the retractable windshield that covered both the front and the back seats opened. She thought to herself she couldn't really close it while travelling as the tall alien definitely wouldn't fit height wise.

She starts the engine, and turns the vehicle back towards the direction of the markets. The streets are full of people so she goes slowly. Alisha and her father modified the engine a while ago so that it wouldn't make too much noise. After a few minutes, she can spot the two strangers in the market, and parks a few metres from them. She keeps the engine running while she waves and indicate to them to jump in.

"Come on in. I reckon it's better if you come in the front" she says, turning her head towards the Mandalorian, and then switches to the tall alien "You can sit in the back. there is a little bit more room in there..though you may have to sit sideways a bit..


The speeder is in fact a little roomier in the back, with a seater that could probably fit two average size humans, or three if they squeezed. The driver seat and the passenger seat is separate, but with barely a few cm in between them.

"The droid can fit at the back as well, though you may have to hold it" she adds.

 

[Rizzo]

Ma'saan Orar


I nodded and brought the droid to the speeder, placing him gently in the back. I placed my toolkit under the seat and removed the bulky shotgun from its magnet. I sat easily into the chair, pressing into Alisha twice before closing the door and setting the large weapon between my feet, barrel up. "Excuse me," I apologized as I removed my helmet and placed it on the dash. It felt nice to have my head out of my buy'ce. "I'm not quite sure I fit," I added with a chuckle. My late uncle had always told me that The Force could give you a 'feeling', good or bad, about the future.
I have a good feeling that I'll find Pepin.

 

[Cortan]

"Right... right..." Donkur nodded a few times, or at least, his weary head dipped a few times in a fashion that seemed to resemble the motion of nodding. Waiting for the young woman to return with her speeder was the longest and worst part of things, as the aging Vor had little idea of what to say or do to pass the time. It wasn't as if he hadn't known Mandalorians in his time, but rather that he knew enough not to make too many assumptions about them on a first meeting. Which did make breaking the ice a little more difficult than it rightfully needed to be, he supposed.
Thankfully though, the young human came back eventually, with a somewhat worn but at least decent mode of transportation along with her. When she remarked however on how he might need to position himself to fit, the Vor took a bit to restrain himself from responding too far out of turn.

"...I can pull myself in perfectly fine, thank you." Rather than let his height stop him, Donkur demonstrated the flexibility of the Vor anatomy, wings folding in and arms and legs tucking close so that, even if with a bit of initial struggle, he fit just fine. Though he did make an effort to make sure that Bob was leaning away from him. Should there be a sharp turn, he did not want a nearly whole droid falling upon him.
"Just... drive, please. The sooner Bob is fixed, the sooner I can return to my crew." Donkur kept matters vague, but he did at highlight at least a reason for speed and pace as well. Yet as he stared at the Mandalorian's revealed face in the mirror, he couldn't help but wonder...
"What clan are you with? Fett? Ordo? ...Perhaps..." His eyes flitted about, trying to draw some possible conclusion...

"Rodarch?" It really had been a while since he'd studied Mandalorian symbols and lore in detail...

 

[Rizzo]

Ma'saan Orar


I could understand why he'd ask. They're are many clans and Clan Orar had never been among the larger clans. In fact, it was still in hiding with barely any real information known about them. "I'm in Clan Orar," I answered, turning slightly toward the back,"You've probably never heard of us. We've been in hiding since the firebombing but were coming back. If you don't mind me asking, what are you? I've never met someone of you species."

 

[Frannykins87]

As the Mandalorian entered her speeder, Alisha felt slight pressure in her legs.

"Nah it's ok, it's just tight" she giggled, and watched as he removed his helmet, finally putting a face to the voice..She smiled pleasantly at him and then turned to the tall alien.

"...I can pull myself in perfectly fine, thank you."

Alisha nodded at him, and was amazed how agile his form seemed to be when he tucked himself easily in the backseat.

"Just... drive, please. The sooner Bob is fixed, the sooner I can return to my crew.""

"Yes..yes of course..." Alisha replied nervously, with a little blush, and immediately set off towards her father's workshop. Clearly both were in a hurry, so she didn't want to keep them waiting longer than necessary. She kept the speeder at a decent speed, however couldn't really push it to full as the streets of Tatooine were, as usual, filled with people, droids, and animals.

As she turned immediately right from the Spaceport markets and travelled along the Corporation road's parallel, she reached Dune street when the tall alien asked what clan the Mandalorian was from. She was listening to her guests, quite curious herself. She stopped a few seconds before coming into Dune street, checking for any speeding vehicles. She turns right, and sped up again as she travelled along Dunes Street.

Alisha's curiosity peaked when the Mandalorian asked the alien what he was.

"I..I have never seen your species on Tatooine neither I must admit…" she sounded a little cautious, almost nervous. She didn't want to anger the alien but at the same time, she did never see his species...

At around 500m into Dune street, Alisha turned left onto a narrower street, so she was forced to slow down a bit, as the vehicle did not leave much room to manoeuvre. There were also still people scattered around here and there, mostly going towards the spaceport or markets. Their journeys was almost over however, and as she turned right for the last time she slowed down to a halt next to a relatively small sized house with two floors. The house has a small strip of space in the front, and a much bigger space next to it to the right, a little bigger than the space the house occupies. Both of these are enclosed by a low wall that functions as a fence, except for a gap in the middle, which is the entrance. The space next to the house is mostly empty except for a few astromech droids and a speeder bike, functional, and already repaired, and is covered by a square piece of leather, similar to those you find above some market stalls in the spaceport markets.

"Right" Alisha said, hopping off her land speeder.

"Welcome to our workshop, and house. We live on the second floor, everything else is used as a workshop. Well the inside mostly, the courtyard we generally use as a space to store things already repaired and ready for collection."

She walks over to the gate and waits for her guests to climb out, looking at the house. From inside, they could hear noises that sounded like someone was moving metal parts.

 

[Cortan]

"Sorry to say, I haven't. Unless you're one of those clans that try to play it off as everyone else being lucky never to have heard of you." Donkur answered with a slight, knowing tilt of his head, onky to visibly pause as the question of his own species arose.
"...I'm a Vor. From Vortex. It's in the Ten Tempests system, Glythe sector." And that, was deep into Imperial territory, a fact that made him frown just a bit. Even in his childhood, it had been the wrong side of the border, and now there were further complications as to why he could not return home.

"I imagine you may have heard some of our music before... Far easier to take that offworld than it is us - most Vors will never leave the comfort of the winds in which we first spread our wings." Nostalgic memories briefly took him, before he sought to clarify.
"...I myself did not leave by choice. I was taken." Donkur lowered his head, clearly wishing to speak no further on the matter. Hopefully, he had said all he needed to.

And then, they arrived.

On the outside, it didn't really seem like much. But when placed in context of all the other houses and accommodations, Donkur would confess, even a privately owned store stood like a mansion by comparison. Obsidian eyes flitted about to take it all in, curious and critical, before the Vor clambered out of the vehicle. Taking a moment to right himself with sand shifting under his feet, he slowly made his way over to the courtyard.
"I imagine your customers are quite prompt about collection, lest their property be stolen." The vor remarked as he leaned on the wall, listening to the cacophony of sound from within.
"Your father?"

 

[Rizzo]

Ma'saan Orar




I could understand why Donkur would mention about my people being the 'your lucky to not know about us' type of clan but in a sense it was true. If you knew about Clan Orar all the way out here, it's probably because our Aliit'alor blew up your minor fleet which has a tendency to vex the people who owned it. On the other side, you could love us because the owners of that fleet were also the pirates that were harassing you. So sometimes, usually, it's better if you haven't heard of us because we hunt a lot of rogue fleets. In our case, it's not about being liberators. We just need their resources like fuel, tibanna gas, air, water, and other things of that nature. Occasionally when we find, and defeat, a spineless commander we demand tribute, which is hard to refuse when all guns are trained on you. On the whole, were an absolute zero. Not the devil, not the hero.


Then he mentioned being forced to leave his home. I know the feeling. During the firebombing, our clan was forced to leave the Mandalorian sector an run to the Outer Rim. My mother was killed in the fight.


When we arrived, I easily slid out of the seat as the door was partially holding me in. With my gun and tools returned to my backplate, I followed Alisha with my helmet off and in the crook of my arm.
Don't want make bad a first impression.

 

[Frannykins87]

Alisha nodded to the Vor quickly, then turned her head towards the house as the noises kept going. Sounded like her father was re-arranging things...again..

"I doubt it will make any more space dad..." She said a little loud, trying to be heard on the inside. She walked inside the house through the door in the middle of the square building, and gestured to her guests to follow her.

The inside appears to be very cluttered at first. The room contains two sizable worktables, one in the middle of the room, and one towards the far side from where Alisha and her guests stepped in. The tables were rectangular, the one in the middle being roughtly 1x3m and the one at the other end 1x1.5. There is a door, now open, on the far end of the room on the far wall, that leads towards the outside shed. Everywhere else around the room, to the sides on wall shelves, were various bits and pieces, droid parts, spaceship parts, speed bike parts. The walls on either side of the entrance have two shelves on them, and not one cm was free of space. However, Alisha always defined it as organised chaos, as the parts were somewhat categorised and divided into piles. There were several engines and engine parts along the wall to the left as well. Under the worktable at the end there are more bits and pieces, smaller droids parts mostly.

At that end of the workshop her guests could see a man bending over the worktable, and dropping off a few more metal parts. He then quickly turned around and smiled warmly at her daughter, before a look of surprise was visible. Alisha's father has the same jet black hair of the daughter, except there ware a few bits of grey here and there. He also has dark eyes, and sports a thick beard all around the face, with the same hints of grey to break the black.

"Princ...oh...and who..." He paused and blinked surprised, at the sight of the Vor, himself never having seen one of them..His look then turned to the Mandalorian that was carrying a droid, and his face momentarily lit with understanding.

Alisha smiled at her father's reaction. Not that she didn't except it..she is not in the habit of bringing back people to the workshop..It is Tatooine after all.

"Don't be alarmed. The tall...sir...needs his droid fixed...." She looks a bit embarrassed however, realising she still didn't ask the names of her guests... She quickly proceeded however. "Sorry, what are your names?" She blushed and smiled a little, mentally laughing at her own lack of manners. Meanwhile, she gestures the Mandalorian to put the droid on the worktable in the middle.

 

[Cortan]

The way the young woman addressed the gentleman inside confirmed Donkur's suspicions, and the Vor began to hobble along after her. He let how a slight surprised sound as he got a look of the workshop that emerged around him, having not exactly expected such a... professional looking establishment. Certainly, there were far more loose bits and pieces about than you might expect on a world slightly closer to the Core, but for what it was, it was a decent enough place.
"Donkur Ivellok." He finally introduced himself at the young woman's prompting, before gesturing to the damaged droid.
"My droid, Bob, is rather... worn out. His leg snapped when too much pressure was put on it." He explained the situation, coming to one of the worktables, expecting Bob to put down in short order.

"I don't have... too many credits, I just bought a series of medical supplies. But I will pay what I can, assuming the price is reasonable." Donkur wasn't about to be swindled, but the longer he stood here, the less likely that such a possibility seemed to be. This seemed more like an honest oasis in a vast, vast desert - but he could still be proven wrong.
"You been in business long?" He tried to find something to chat about, claws slightly scratching into the work surface out of anxiety.