On the Run No More..

[Ashlynn Rys]

Naboo

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Time: 10:00
Location: A local bar on Naboo
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Ashlynn Rys, who was once a Jedi, left due to complications within the Order. Ever since she has been on the run, stealing things, getting into fights and keeping a cover. Ashlynn had been looking for her niece on the way and was once more in contact with her, but she was still on the run. At least she was able to see her niece more than she used to.

Ashlynn had come back to Naboo for a little bit and recognized many different people. They recognized her too but some recognized her in the wrong way and chased her. That had been due to spending a few months here and getting into various amounts of trouble. Soon, she found herself at a bar and went inside. Ashlynn went over to the bar area and sat down, ordering a Corellian beer. She sensed something off, but ignored it for now. It came from her right, and figured it was the girl she sat next to. She gave a nod and then proceeded to opening the beer that was just set in front of her.

Spoiler: Tags

Ok guys, so the plan is that the order I tag you in, that will be posting order so it doesn't get confusing or cluttered.

@Darasuum
@Rev
@Breeso

 

[Darasuum]

the woman flew into naboo space on her private CZ-MT01. it was not out of place amongst the more elegant craft since it was a luxury craft in its design. the Moff had not used it extensively thus far but she figured this was as good a time as any. her icarus class star courier may be picked out due to Sienar Fleet systems being exclusively controlled by the Brotherhood.

now she wore her light sparring gear that didn't look too dark sided compared to the bright colors of the rest of the locals. she had her single hand and half Phrik sword on her left hip as well as a SA-17 stun gun on a holster. to others she looked like someone of nobility and wealth which was not far from the truth. the only daughter of the present head of House Kira on Onderon made her of regal standing though she liked to think that she had made her way so far by her own accomplishments.

the planet was not overly populated and rather beautiful but she could sense something off in the air and she recognized it to be the force. she had come to survey the planet for potential cultivation but she wondered if there were jedi around for her to slay. her last kill had been one of her companions, Shayara Mal'do. the Morganian moff had taken her double bladed lightsaber and now it rested in her armory as a reminder. but it had been some time since she had killed a jedi and this planet was in their area of control. gungans could also be used for potential slave labor, she wondered if she could attain scores of them for use on Ossus or nearby systems.

the woman left her ship and headed into town. the deeper she went the greater the sense of another force sensitive became. she wondered if the other would detect her as well. so far all she could sense was a single entity but there was always the chance of another.

@Rev

 

[Rev]

"What'ya mean there's a 3 day hold!? ...Listen buddy! I don't have three kriffin' days!"

Zekk slammed his fist down on the counter and the response was a defense droid coming to life as it faced the space and readied its blasters. Zekk's own response was to put his hands up and look at the droid with nothing but anger in his eyes before glancing back at the desk clerk.

"Listen! Speed this up.."

The creature simply nodded at Zekk and continued about his business. Meanwhile Coron took a step backwards before turning and walking towards the exit of the shop. He'd already been here a day too long. Another vendor his eyes looked into the shop which contained a mixture of ship parts. Telling himself to continue on he walked away and came instead to a tent in the less than busy street. Motioning to the shopkeep he grabbed a glass and held it out to be filled. Laying down the appropriate credits he took a step away and took a long swig off the alcohol.

"What am I going to do for three days on this..."

He looked around at the his surroundings.

"technological rock?"

 

[Lars Warren]

Ah, Naboo. Sweet, sweet, watery planet named Naboo, where beer was good and people didn't know his face. Lars loved this planet, and planets similar to Naboo. The air was clean, the citizens were easily cheated in Pazaak and yet, it was popular. Unlike Corellia. Lars detested Corellia. People still did not know what exactly happened between Lars and Corellia. Only a few rumors were spreading through the Holonet, rumors that involved Lars' shiny, robotic hand, death of his attorney during the trial and murder of Senator Krass only a few weeks afterwards.

Nonetheless, Lars had business here. He was making a lot of money, thanks to a great deal he struck a few days ago. In comparison to usual people, force fairies (read: force users) were very valuable. Lars did not know why, and he did not care. He only cared that he had a lot of money, and he meant to use this money to create another one of his fine establishments. His bars and nightclubs were spreading through the Galaxy, and this was another step in the endless path to destroy all competition.

Walking through the streets, Lars finally found a nice spot for a future boy. It had one problem though: there was another bar in the way. Scratching his beard, Lars entered and looked around. Not many patrons, but it was an average number for "boring" bars like this one. Lars sniffed the air. No spice or durhang. That generally means low profits. That led Lars to conclusion that the owner of this bar will be happy to sell it to him. And Lars would accept. However, it hurts to judge a place by a first glance. And so Lars decided to sit down next to a window and wait.