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This is now an ASK thread.
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[[OOC: Everyone's free to join in, just note that Alchamy's main goal for this thread is just to find information on what Gaja's character, Yuri Sharp, is doing/located/what-not. Bajpa just wants someone to drink and dance with her. She'll be more fun than Alchamy.]]
The transporter ship was cruising deeper into Hutt Space within the Mid Rim, making leisurely headway toward Nar Shaddaa, or better known as, Smuggler’s Moon. Alchamy and Bajpa were sitting in the cockpit of their ship, the duo had their feet kicked back and were enjoying the rare moment of peace. Alchamy had her nose pressed against her datapad, watching a video on the 2D display screen, Bajpa lazily reloading a group of magazines next to the Alderaanian girl and dropping each magazine in a box to her left with a small ‘clink’ once loaded. Bajpa looked over at the girl intently, she had watched that video more times than Bajpa had bothered to count now. “Interested in something, Alch? You haven’t taken your eyes off that for about two hours at least.” The kushari asked, a brow quirked up in interest. Alchamy had done a lot of in depth learning regarding modern technology in the last few years, but she still wasn’t one to just sit and watch videos when she had time to be doing any of her other hobbies or even talk Bajpa into doing something silly for their mutual amusement. The girl made a high-pitched ‘Hm’ sound from her throat and after pausing the video, she looked up to her long-time friend. “That video. You’ve been watching it since we passed Daalang.”
“And?” She asked, eyeing the Kushari as if she was crazy. Bajpa extended her arms forward and that’s when Alchamy realised… “We are… wait, where exactly are we?” she asked eying her friend curiously. She never travelled too far into Hutt territories and the times she did, she wasn’t piloting or even paying too much attention to where everything was.
“We’re about half an hour out from Nar Shaddaa. Now, what’s this video you’ve been absorbed over the last few hours?”
“It’s—nothing. Forget it. I’ve added going to the arena to our list of plans. But. We’re almost to the Smuggler’s Moon. I’ll go get ready. There is a club…” Alchamy pulled up a small hologram of the moon, pointing at a small location Bajpa could scarcely make out until the map zoomed in on itself, “here. I think it would be very beneficial to make our way there and talk with the locals,” she said cheerfully, “There is a duelling arena on Nal Hutta—I figure you’re into that kind of thing, you Beast.” Alchamy giggled at Bajpa’s low growl to the moniker. Alchamy wasn’t making it as a joke to her friend’s feline features, but more her savage tastes for combat that the pacifist could never embrace. The two never meant anything by the less than kind nicknames they called one another, but that didn’t mean the moment they heard it there wasn’t some recoil (be it shock or awe).
Bajpa pushed aside her box of loaded magazines and sat herself back up fully to take control of the ship. “Ai’ght…” she sighed, not bothering to care about changing. She’d dressed down for comfort earlier and no matter how she dressed, she’d never quite fit in as a six foot cat. There was an excitement brewing deep inside her being that the Kushari assumed was from having spent the last fourteen hours sitting around on this hub and she knew that within the hour she would be getting some time on the ground that wasn’t solely for work and she'd be allowed to drink until she blacked out. The thought itself comforted the kushari in a strange, messed up sense that she couldn't describe all the way up until Bajpa had landed their ship and Alchamy arrived back in the cockpit, her hair pinned up and dressed for the area; “Great. You look like you’re about to commit a high-class crime. We’ll fit right’n.” Bajpa shifted off her seat and began following Alchamy out. The short woman led on the oversized feline, being everyone here was too absorbed in their own whereabouts to even give the strange duo more than a passing glance, they passed through the crowds with little interference by anyone until they got closer to the night club. It wasn’t too late into the night, but there were already drunk men and women stumbling from clubs and bars alike.
A man in a dark jacket and under the influence of heavy narcotics and alcohol made a poor grab out to Alchamy, “I can’t wait to find out how his night goes.” The redhead laughed as Bajpa pushed the drunkard into the direction of an alleyway that he began to crawl down.
“From my personal experience? It’s probably going to lead to a lot of shame and regret in the morning. As well as a nasty hangover.” Alchamy shrugged at Bajpa’s response, it was most likely the only way things would turn out for someone that far gone this early. The two moved their way through the crowd that was overflowing outside and around the bar, the DJ’s music, clinking glasses and idle chatter could be heard from every angle and that they knew would assault their hearing more so once they entered the club itself. The senses were put on overdrive as an instant inhale of sweat, alcohol, smoke with a twist of pheromones hit the women right as they entered into the club. Stobe lights of varying colours illuminated the throng that was gathered. Everyone was cast by a neon glow, males and females of every species were mingled and dancing with one another without care about the past or future; it was all about today. Alchamy took a seat up at the bar, ordering a round for Bajpa and herself. The two began to scan the scene, it was Hutt territory and they knew very, very few of the Hutt to expect to find a familiar face among the crowd, but they hoped they’d at least find others to become familiar with for today. “I’ll catch you later, kid.” Bajpa pat the girl on the shoulder and pushed through the crowds, stepping in rhythm with the others. It was going to be fun.
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[[OOC: Everyone's free to join in, just note that Alchamy's main goal for this thread is just to find information on what Gaja's character, Yuri Sharp, is doing/located/what-not. Bajpa just wants someone to drink and dance with her. She'll be more fun than Alchamy.]]
The transporter ship was cruising deeper into Hutt Space within the Mid Rim, making leisurely headway toward Nar Shaddaa, or better known as, Smuggler’s Moon. Alchamy and Bajpa were sitting in the cockpit of their ship, the duo had their feet kicked back and were enjoying the rare moment of peace. Alchamy had her nose pressed against her datapad, watching a video on the 2D display screen, Bajpa lazily reloading a group of magazines next to the Alderaanian girl and dropping each magazine in a box to her left with a small ‘clink’ once loaded. Bajpa looked over at the girl intently, she had watched that video more times than Bajpa had bothered to count now. “Interested in something, Alch? You haven’t taken your eyes off that for about two hours at least.” The kushari asked, a brow quirked up in interest. Alchamy had done a lot of in depth learning regarding modern technology in the last few years, but she still wasn’t one to just sit and watch videos when she had time to be doing any of her other hobbies or even talk Bajpa into doing something silly for their mutual amusement. The girl made a high-pitched ‘Hm’ sound from her throat and after pausing the video, she looked up to her long-time friend. “That video. You’ve been watching it since we passed Daalang.”
“And?” She asked, eyeing the Kushari as if she was crazy. Bajpa extended her arms forward and that’s when Alchamy realised… “We are… wait, where exactly are we?” she asked eying her friend curiously. She never travelled too far into Hutt territories and the times she did, she wasn’t piloting or even paying too much attention to where everything was.
“We’re about half an hour out from Nar Shaddaa. Now, what’s this video you’ve been absorbed over the last few hours?”
“It’s—nothing. Forget it. I’ve added going to the arena to our list of plans. But. We’re almost to the Smuggler’s Moon. I’ll go get ready. There is a club…” Alchamy pulled up a small hologram of the moon, pointing at a small location Bajpa could scarcely make out until the map zoomed in on itself, “here. I think it would be very beneficial to make our way there and talk with the locals,” she said cheerfully, “There is a duelling arena on Nal Hutta—I figure you’re into that kind of thing, you Beast.” Alchamy giggled at Bajpa’s low growl to the moniker. Alchamy wasn’t making it as a joke to her friend’s feline features, but more her savage tastes for combat that the pacifist could never embrace. The two never meant anything by the less than kind nicknames they called one another, but that didn’t mean the moment they heard it there wasn’t some recoil (be it shock or awe).
Bajpa pushed aside her box of loaded magazines and sat herself back up fully to take control of the ship. “Ai’ght…” she sighed, not bothering to care about changing. She’d dressed down for comfort earlier and no matter how she dressed, she’d never quite fit in as a six foot cat. There was an excitement brewing deep inside her being that the Kushari assumed was from having spent the last fourteen hours sitting around on this hub and she knew that within the hour she would be getting some time on the ground that wasn’t solely for work and she'd be allowed to drink until she blacked out. The thought itself comforted the kushari in a strange, messed up sense that she couldn't describe all the way up until Bajpa had landed their ship and Alchamy arrived back in the cockpit, her hair pinned up and dressed for the area; “Great. You look like you’re about to commit a high-class crime. We’ll fit right’n.” Bajpa shifted off her seat and began following Alchamy out. The short woman led on the oversized feline, being everyone here was too absorbed in their own whereabouts to even give the strange duo more than a passing glance, they passed through the crowds with little interference by anyone until they got closer to the night club. It wasn’t too late into the night, but there were already drunk men and women stumbling from clubs and bars alike.
A man in a dark jacket and under the influence of heavy narcotics and alcohol made a poor grab out to Alchamy, “I can’t wait to find out how his night goes.” The redhead laughed as Bajpa pushed the drunkard into the direction of an alleyway that he began to crawl down.
“From my personal experience? It’s probably going to lead to a lot of shame and regret in the morning. As well as a nasty hangover.” Alchamy shrugged at Bajpa’s response, it was most likely the only way things would turn out for someone that far gone this early. The two moved their way through the crowd that was overflowing outside and around the bar, the DJ’s music, clinking glasses and idle chatter could be heard from every angle and that they knew would assault their hearing more so once they entered the club itself. The senses were put on overdrive as an instant inhale of sweat, alcohol, smoke with a twist of pheromones hit the women right as they entered into the club. Stobe lights of varying colours illuminated the throng that was gathered. Everyone was cast by a neon glow, males and females of every species were mingled and dancing with one another without care about the past or future; it was all about today. Alchamy took a seat up at the bar, ordering a round for Bajpa and herself. The two began to scan the scene, it was Hutt territory and they knew very, very few of the Hutt to expect to find a familiar face among the crowd, but they hoped they’d at least find others to become familiar with for today. “I’ll catch you later, kid.” Bajpa pat the girl on the shoulder and pushed through the crowds, stepping in rhythm with the others. It was going to be fun.
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