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Alisha nodded agreeing with Pippa "Well my father has a repair shop on the planet, we can see if he can help us with that. It would be prudent to have at least someone with basic medical knowledge, that's true..." Pippa's suggestion was very reasonable, given the amount of trouble they all went through in such a short amount of time. She watched her small friend, walk out, then turned to Illyt again, and smiled back.

"I... I am sorry for my reaction. It's just..."

"You don't have to be sorry. I..it's understandable. " A hint of sadness mixed with anger flashed her eyes, but she kept it away. She pushed away the thought of her friend...who almost certainly wasn't so lucky as to espace, even in Illyts condition. Alisha was naturally caring, but even more so for someone that just escaped slavery. The thought of her friend hurt more than she thought it would, even after all this time, so she focused on Illyt.

"Thank you, again... if you wouldn't mind terribly, I think I'll wash and dress..." Alisha nodded

"Take your time. We'll be out there if you need anything."

And with another reassuring smile, Alisha stepped out the room, closing the door behind her. She sighed softly, then headed over the lounge where the two men where hanging. She found them sitting by the wall, smoking something. Alisha gave a small smirk. She remembers trying that once, courtesy of her troublesome friend. But once again, those thoughts were painful, so pushed them away as much as she could. She certainly wasn't going to judge, in any case. But the look on the men's faces made her concerned as well.

"Illyt has had some water and is now going to wash and dress....she'll be alright I think, though Pippa suggested either we try and find a medical droid or someone with medical knowledge. .Are you two ok, though?"

She looks over to Kyllan, remembering his anger outbursts, and then to Hart, with the same level of concern.
 

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He smiled at the younger man's smoking, or more accurately attempts to. The laughter at not being called Bucket head was not only good to hear, but contagious. The Hapan even chuckled slightly, but was cut off by Kyllan's discourse on his people. As the other Captain's story rolled out before him, he drew from the smoke less and less; never taking his eyes off of the scarily still man. The ash just formed holding on to the cigarra, not wanting to interrupt the intense monologue. Each ounce of bitterness, and ever iota of rage caused Hart to wince. He felt a kinship towards this fellow, his compatriot in what was now their fight; their fight against the gak-storm of a galaxy that they traversed. Two men from such different worlds, born of different clans, to vastly different cultures... yet they were so similar it scared Hart slightly. Nobody had been like him, some Smuggler's had been in similar debt, and some had been against slavery; not all rolled into one mirrored image.

As Kyllan suddenly turned to him, he leaned back; finding himself drawn in toward the now teary-eyed male. The idea that he was a monster... no that was too far. This guy was a hot-shot firing, jetpack flying Lothario with a little bit too much confidence... but that certainly didn't make him a monster. He knocked some ash of his smoke and took a long, overly theatrical draw. "You know what Kyllan... with all due respect... you're full of Bantha Fodder." He held up a hand, to try and stave off any built up rage. "From what you tell me, it's this other clan's shit. It's the degradation of your people, but what the gak has that got to do with you?" With this being said he nudged the other man. "Now I can see how you're people have marked you out in the public eye. But some of us have heard the tales of the Mandolorians. How you brought the galaxy to a halt. How each of your mighty warriors would carve a name out on the battlefield... even we had heard of it in the Cluster!

He sat back against the wall and took another long drag and then ousted the coal, to leave half a smoke left. At that point he heard the skittering of Pippa and the conversation ending and Alisha coming into the lounge, looking at the pair with a set of eyes that didn’t belong to that Kid. “Well...” he got up and dusted off his rear. “... yeah, this Buckethead...” he nudged Kyllan with his booted toe, “... just got dented by old Lekku-locks in there. Nothing that can’t be smoothed out with a little conversation.” He winked as overtly as he could, nudging his head at the last minute, to signal her. “Anyway... I’m going to go back and detach so we can land. I’m going to stay with my ship, nothing in Anchorhead for me, and to be honest... I wouldn’t mind a bit a bit of peace, only Hotshot seems to have a monopoly on all of it...” He picked up his light repeater and headed into his own ship. Finding solace in his quarters again, seemed so long since he’d been in there... but it was only after Dlizz- wait she was at the helm of his ship! He stormed down the corridor to the cockpit. “Now see here!” He shut up very swiftly.
 

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Watching Hart barrel past the alcove Lizz'd ducked into brought a smile to her face. Just as she'd decided to go find out the cause of all the commotion she heard the beefy steps of Captain Quint Hart pounding towards her. It was all she could do not to burst into laughter as he blustered into the empty cockpit ready with fire and brimstone, only to deflate the moment he saw it empty. She'd pegged him as sensitive, not quite this sensitive though. This ship must mean an awful lot to him, she'd have to remember that. She slunk up behind him like a shadow made of silk, leaving a good few feet between them in case he startled to violently.
"Now see where Mr Captain, do you have something to show me?" She re-engaged her cocked hip to it's most sassy angle and allowed an amused grin to play across her lips.

It only took a few moments for the ships to detach and make their separate arcs into the Planet's atmosphere. The Double Entendre landing just outside Anchorhead and The Yoania a few clicks further into the wastelands and nearer to Mos Eisley. The moment the Yoania landed Pippa geared up her walker ready for a forage in the nearby markets to see if she could find some spares for the ships, some new parts to think about incorporation and any droids or parts there of that she could find. Before she set off into the wide desert yonder of Tattooine she remembered that she would need to barter or pay for things she wanted because the galaxy worked upon an economic exchange system, one that she still struggled with on occasion. She popped her comms unit open and contacted both ships over their internal speakers. "I know that there are some things that we require on the surface and I am planning to go and acquire some of them. I am sure that I will require some of the funds from Purgatory and possibly accompaniment, I am not accustomed to making deals or expensive purchases. I will be ready to traverse as soon as anyone else is. Also inform me if there any items you would like to be on my list to look for as I make my way around."
 

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It was a rare thing for Kyllan to expose himself to another like this, it made him vulnerable and in this part of the galaxy that could end up being the death of you. Yet what had just transpired with their unwilling cargo had been the trigger to set off a well spring of pent up regrets, emotions, conflicts and heartache that had to come out sooner or later. Kyllan was genuinely surprised by the sympathetic expression he saw in his compatriots eyes and was more than a little taken aback by his comment.

A slowly creeping grin curled the corners of his mouth as he listened to Hart's surprisingly encouraging words, culminating into a raucous laughter from him at being called Buckethead again. Kyllan's gaze drifted to Alisha, a warm smile and the moisture from his emotional monologue still fresh in his eyes which he was not ashamed to show the woman whom he had come to care for quite a lot. "I'll be fine. Going to have to fix my helmet a bit though. Thankfully I have a spare." Kyllan rose from his feet, while the ashes of the cigarra fell to the deck along with the paper smoke which he put out under his boot heel.

"Time to make for our descent. You ready Alisha?" He asked as he picked up his helmet which had four blaster holes through it in places. It could be salvaged and repaired but would take a bit of tinkering.

Kyllan walked to the cockpit with a bit more relaxed posture, the conversation with Hart had clearly been cathartic and as he slipped into the captain's chair he immediately took control of the ship once they were separated and guided the Entendre to the designated landing.

"Good to know Pip. I'm going to need a few components to repair my helmet, but I can get those since I have to replenish the power cells I've used for my weapons recently and pick up a few more clips. I'd prefer if we all stick together, even though we should be in the clear bounties never go away until rescinded or completion, so I want us to all stay sharp. Meet us here and we'll all go out together." He flicked off the comm device and looked back. "Teethree, you look after our guest, if she needs anything get it for her and let me know if she leaves the ship and follow her discreetly. After what's happened to her...well, she's our responsibility for the time being. We should look after her." T3 gave a series of acknowledgements and came up to bump into his leg as if to comfort him before speeding away. R1 rolled in behind him. "Arrone, once we leave, lock the ship down and don't let anyone on without contacting me or Alisha first."

The repair droid chirped and similarly scooted out of the cockpit, where Kyllan rose and followed. He had to stop by his room to pick up his spare helmet, it was slightly older and didn't function as efficiently but it would suffice. He also loaded up with his full assortment of weapons, he'd been to Tatooine before. The loading ramp lowered and he stood at the end waiting for Alisha if she wished to join them off ship as he opened a channel to the others through his suit. "While we're here I'm going to see if I can find out any information about that worthless bantha that duped us."
 

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"Silence, out there when no one could betray you. Where no one was at risk of dying by your hand or theirs. It was so peaceful. Life was so simple and it wasn't hard to work out how the world worked."

"Why did you leave that behind?"

Neroka jerked abruptly awake. Looking around at the walls that made his room aboard the Yoania. There really was silence once he listened for it. Eyes wide and not wanting to miss a detail of his surroundings he got up and left his room. It took him a few staggered steps to untangle himself from the blanket that had wrapped itself on the floor about his ankles.
He needed air. He needed out.
The room was so close and confining he made for the door, almost tearing it open and throwing himself out into the lit confines of the ship's main interior. It was cooler already, not nearly as stuffy as it felt in his room. He hadn't even realised he was panting heavily, his body glistening with beads of sweat which gathered in the worn features of his face.

"You broke your own promise"

It wasn't his voice, spinning round to wonder where it came from but it seemed to echo from every surface at once, perhaps from the intercom of the cockpit?

"You traded your haven for a cage."

His panting stopped as he almost choked. Heart racing all the faster as the coldness of the voice sank into him like claws of some demon. It was a familiar voice. One he had almost thought he'd managed to forget. Apparently not.

He shook his head roughly and wiped his face from the uncomfortable claminess the sweat had left him with. Moving through the compartments of the Yoania, from cargo hold to cockpit to kitchen to his room. Funny, he didn't even need to pass a corner to reach his next location.

"Hart?" He yelled.

"He's not going to hear you. He didn't hear you last time."

It was his wife's voice, almost scolding him for something foolish. Darthia. She was long dead, it wasn't possible for her to be talking to him now. Returning at a run to the cargo hold he clattered past some old crate of spare parts, looking about for some way out. Didn't the cargo hold have a ramp? Four time he span round, analyzing and searching every surface for a way out. He'd smash the glass of the cockpit or break out one of the turrets if it meant he was out.
It was hard to breath, his vision was blurry and he felt constricted.
His knife was in his hand in an instant, at the ready for if it really did come to smashing glass, when he noticed someone in the cargo hold with him.
Knelt on the floor and clutching the bloody body of a little pantoran girl, a woman in a simple gown, torn and also drenched in blood. She looked at him with sharp, weeping eyes. Her chin quivering.

"We were your collateral damage" She spoke through sobs.

Eyes wide, trembling and letting the knife, bloody, slip from his fingers, he staggered back over bodies that he hadn't noticed laying around him. The little clutched girl was turning her head from his wife's bossom. Her eyes, those eyes, looked at him with both accusation and pity.



He almost screamed as he thrashed the covers from him. Waking from the nightmare, he really was covered in sweat and lost for breath.
Breaking away from the covers and doubling over to empty to unsavoury contents of his stomach in the corner. He'd clean it up when he could stomach it. His fist slammed into the deck, though through its solid structure it barely made a sound. It was another nightmare; one he hadn't had since he'd reached Taanab in all honesty, but it seemed it wasn't done with him. Now he was back and so were his family.
He wasn't as young as he once was, he couldn't afford to scream at terror like a child. He'd lost fluid emptying his insides, he'd have to head to the river to wash-
He wasn't on Taanab anymore, he had to remind himself. He didn't imagine four years would be enough for him to become so out of touch with society and civilized living, but it surprised him how much he missed the jungle already.
Sitting up against a wall, trying to keep his view from the mess he had made, he couldn't bring himself to clamber back into bed, and from what he could hear, there were conversations going about outside. His throat felt closed up, like he couldn't breath at the prospect. And yet, just as his wife had said in the dream, it felt like he'd got himself caged like rare game for poachers.
Again with the wildlife metaphors. He was a former bounty hunter, he knew better than to think of himself fortunate to have a cage. He must've looked a sorry sight had any of the others opened the door to check on him at that moment. He supposed in that regard he counted himself lucky; he didn't want to alienate himself from company he was suddenly compelled to keep, though in all honesty his memory was hazy on how they'd convinced him to leave his jungle sanctuary. The last thing he needed now was for the likes of Hart and the short mechanical girl to have second thoughts about keeping him aboard, not now he was back in civilized space. Even the thought of civilized space made his stomach knot from old memories, how he'd used to travel, call home and let them know when he'd be back and if they needed anything. Perhaps a bit unprofessional,, but he'd made it work for him. He was a father after all.
Hutts didn't seem to like compromises like that, especially if it didn't benefit them, and especially if it costed them money.
So he wasn't a father anymore. Not even a husband or a bounty hunter. Just a sorry sack of meat with nightmares sat beside his own pooling vomit.
Perhaps the Hutts would have preferred him like that to seeing him dead. That was a bitter thought.


It was another two hours before he left his room, cleaning himself up and the mess he'd made. It seems his mind hadn't quite forgotten where Hart kept his things, though he'd opened a couple of compartments and one he didn't even realise existed to find the stuff he needed to do it.
Hat on, rifle shouldered, knife at his hip. Yet he had no intention of leaving just yet, the others had their own business, though he was still coming to terms with his own.
 

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He turned around swiftly for someone of his bulk. "By the Cluster! Stay out of here... unless I'm in here. Please... Miss." He hips, her eyes and her confidence, that never yielding confidence. He backed into the cockpit and sat into his chair, the Hell of his boot clinking on bottle underneath.
 

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She pressed into the cockpit after him, slowly, languidly and lent into his personal space dangerously close to brushing her hands on his thighs."I'll keep that in mind, though if you want me under watch you could wait before storming off suddenly and leaving me all alone. You might want to take that drink now." Coyly she raised her self back up like a cat that's just finished a long stretch. "Anyway, I'm going to tag along with the fluffy runt and the others, see if I can't nab something exotic and fun while I'm there, maybe even see what the market's like for the dust in the hold. You should get some rest and peace, you look like you could use it." She turned on her heel and allowed her hips to sway rhythmically a few steps before turning to look over her shoulder. "By the way... I love the vest, very... smuggler." Letting a cheeky smirk cling to her as she sashayed down the corridor and from sight.
 

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Tatooine, sand, heat and death. But also hope that refused to diminish, or so he chose to see. The thick, once white robes were long tarnished with the grit and ingrained sand from having been on this world for so long. The grey of his under tunic nearly black from countless months of sweat and harsh living on the run and living the life of a guerrilla fighter. Thick bearded face hidden behind the veil of his large hood, the cloaked form of Tycho Skyblade walked slouched through the thoroughfares of Anchorhead.

Ever since the Sith and the Mandolorians had conquered the sand blasted world he had done everything he could to slow them down. Ambushing patrols, freeing captives, even facing off against a Sith Lord. An encounter that he managed to escape from, a bitter defeat that still stung but that he pushed within him from and mingled with the news that his once home of many years, Tython had been laid to waste by the Sith. Tycho had felt the loss through the force, like the sharp penetration of a knife into his skull he had nearly fallen prey to the Mandolorian patrol he was fighting when the revelation hit him. It had taken him days to recover from those wounds and he now found himself eager to be far away from this place. Away from the conflict. For now. Tycho was a Knight without purpose for the moment, though the words of his former master rang in his ears still, he would have to put off the search for answers to the holocron he carried until he was of a better mindset.

His steps carried him through the city, towards a place he might book passage far from here. Cantina's and the docks were the best locales to find a captain willing to give transport and with the credits he had, it would be more than enough to pay for discretion.
 

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Kyllan waited at the end of the loading ramp until Alisha, Pippa and Lizz joined him and then proceeded out from the ship towards Anchorhead proper, even though the planet had loose regulations for landing, even under Mandolorian governance, he didn't want to draw too much attention by landing outside the city. Keeping a brisk pace through the docks and towards the prearranged rendezvous where they were supposed to deliver the crate that Illyt was shamelessly forced to travel in they arrived in good time. A small alley just off from the main well travel corridors of the landing pads, they waited. And waited. After nearly an hour of waiting Kyllan punched his armored fist into the wall and opened a channel to Hart. "Whomever we were supposed to deliver the cargo to is a no show. I don't like this...could there be any way possible for them to know that we opened the crate?" The question was to his fellow captain and to the rest of the crew as he walked away from the meeting point.

"Gak it. We're here, might at least get what we need and find some information before we leave if we can of who was supposed to collect the crate." The annoyed mandolorian stormed through the streets, everyone giving him a wide birth as the recent occupation of his people was still sharp in their minds and they had no inclination of messing with an angry Mando.

Kyllan remained with the others until any purchases were made as his presence tended to keep the merchants honest, mostly. And as the various goods and parts were being loaded onto the Entendre, which could be transferred easily enough to the Yoania later, he slipped away from them for a short while. There was a cantina he once favored in his early runs through his place and could use a drink and to replenish his supply of beverages aboard ship. Stepping into the entrance, the cacophonous drone of the establishment's atmosphere hushed a bit as it likely did whenever one of his kind came in. Seeing a lone mandolorian the patrons resumed their carousing, and he suspected that had there been a group of mandolorians the populace might have been more concerned.

He was merely another mouth to quench and that's as he wanted it. It was discomforting enough, in light of quite recent events that so many of the same looks he'd seen his life were cast at him with such frequency. He had to grit his teeth when he stepped up to the bar as a couple of people quickly found other places to drink to give him room. He slammed his hand on the counter. "Correlian Wine, as many bottles as you can sell. Have it sent to landing pad six." He said sternly and lifted his hand to reveal the credit chits worth more than enough to pay for what he wanted.

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The robed figure sat in a booth at the back of the bar, eyes cast towards the entrance with a mug half empty in front of him. Though he wasn't in the mood to drink, it would seem out of place for him to have a full glass after sitting here all this time. The arrival of a lone mandolorian caused the bar to quiet briefly before the man strode to the bar and demanded to purchase some libations. The mention of a ship caught his attention, and while he was loathe to take transport from someone in that particular armor Tycho felt a pull from the Force. Focusing on the male he could sense the torment in his mind and aside from the mandolorian's complete absence of force sensitivity, he felt a far kinder, more compassionate soul than anyone he'd ever encounter garbed such. It was a curious thing to the Jedi and despite his loathing for what that armor represented it was not reflected in the mind of the man wearing it. Using a minute essence of the Force, he caught the man's attention and as their gazes met he'd gesture with a wave for him to come join him.

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Kyllan absently glanced about the cantina as the bartender took his credits quickly and started barking orders to a droid beside him. He happened to glance towards the back of the room and saw a robed figure waving him over subtly. Even through his sour mood, Kyllan's curiosity was piqued and he left the bar to join the mysterious figure at the booth at the back. Cautiously approaching with a hand on one of his blasters he glanced around the room before sitting across from him. "You got my attention. What do you want?" He asked, short and to the point.

The robed man, at least he could tell that much even with the shadows of that hood concealing his face.

"You seem to be in a rush to leave the place and it sounded like you have a ship. If so, I would be interested in paying for transport off world." There was a stillness to the man's voice that Kyllan had never heard before and yet as he looked up at him through that hood he could see a few lines under his eyes, this man had seen some hard living recently.

"I'm not generally in the habit of taking on passengers. What passengers and cargo and what destination?" He inquired, lounging a bit though it was clear that his hand was still on his weapon.

"Just myself and someplace far away and remote. And no questions asked." The man's eyes darted about as people came and went within the cantina before settling on his. He'd seen that look before and given it a few times. This man was on the run. Something he knew well.

"That's the trick isn't it. And what sort of trouble might come along with you, eh? You can't be running from the Mandolorians if you're asking one for passage." Kyllan said inquisitively.

"Astute, but you don't strike my as the same as your ilk. And I'm willing to pay sixty thousand credits for passage, lodging and food for your trouble." A hand reached out from the robed sleeve and set down several large chits. "And there's no trouble coming for me, not anymore. I just wish to be someplace else. The farther, the better."

Kyllan paused for a moment as he contemplated the man before him, being a generally good judge of character himself there didn't seem to be any deceit in the way he spoke or carried himself. "Alright." He scooped up the credits and slid out of the booth. "Follow me then, we should be ready to leave soon. Call me Kyllan."

"Renarus...Ren..if you like."

The man stood up with him and proceeded to follow Kyllan back to the Entendre where he would put him up in the other vacant room after alerting the others they had another passenger. A paying passenger for once.
 

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Alisha was concerned for Kyllan, but aside from being there if he needed to vent, she didn't know what else to do. She nodded when he asked for her readiness, and the group was shortly planetside. Alisha couldn't help but grin. Most people likely hated this place, and in part, Alisha really did also. But she grew up here and she felt some excitment coming back here. Sneaking about the streets, stealing the occasional credit chip, and dealing with the Jawas. She missed those things. Silently trodding along with Kyllan and waiting patiently for any sign of the contact, Alisha looks over worriedly at the Mandalorian when he storms off. She sighs. She wanted him to meet her father, but never mind. Maybe later.

"Pippa, I'm going to meet with my father. He has a repair shop, and I might be able to see if he has any spare parts to help us with our idea. You two can search the market if you want, I will join you there. And..this is my home ground, I am used to this..but you two be careful ok? It's not so much the Mandos you have to worry about..."

She looks over to Lizz briefly, a hint of concern "Be careful of your surroundings. Always. Will call if I find anything"

And with that, she rushed away. It's not that she didn't want them to come, but her reunion with her father would be an emotional affair, she figured it was better if she brought him to the spaceport. She felt at home right now, and very easily managed to disappear into the crowds. It would have been extremely difficult to spot her, given her agilty. She weaved through the numerous aliens and humans that populated the planet, almost like a dance, smirking. She definitely missed that. Her eyes darted at the crowd around her. So many credit chips ...so many unattentive people... But no, this was not the time. She pressed on, and found herself out from the spaceport in no time. Somehow she secured a lift back to her home and stepped out of the speeder, paying the owner, who drove off into the streets of Anchorhead. Her heart was in her throat as she approached her father's workshop, typical sounds of hammering and wielding coming from it.

It was an emotional reunion. Her father was so relieved to see her, he held to her for a good while, his eyes reddening. After a few quick jokes to get his daughter to smile again, she started retelling of the crew's adventures at a frantic speed, while he tinkered on whatever project he was working on. Her enthusiasm and obvious affection for her new crew made her father laugh at first, but then sour a bit. Reassuring him that Alisha was now being trained and that she has excellent support, her father was relieved. It was a good hour or so before she remembered why she came here. With her father's helps, they looked around the workshop for parts that would be potentially be useful for making a medical droid. Alisha grabbed a backpack from what used to be her desk, and stuffed as many small parts she could, making sure her father didn't need them immediately. She also made sure that she could fix Kyllan's helmet.

Her father smiled at her. She sure seemed to be taken with this man...Of course, she left out the Mandalorian part...but given her evasiveness on his background, he had his suspicions. After some more time spent reminiscing on fun jobs they had, it was time to depart again. Alisha insisted he accompanied her to the spaceport to meet her new found friends. So off they went with her father's old speeder towards the spaceport. Alisha joked on how she was surprised that thing still worked, to which her father replied "Well, I AM a mechanic..." They both had a good chuckle. Her father could barely keep up with Alisha as they waded through people to get to the ship, where the group was gathering again. She waved to them, with a bright smile on her face.

"Hi guys, found some parts" Her father rolled his eyes, smirking "Right. "found", she says.." Her father smirks. Despite his age She giggles

"This is my dad!"

Her father waved his hand, his face surrounded by a rather bushy beard that would have been jet black once, but has many streaks of grey now. Same with his hair, though unlike Alisha's, his are very straight. His expression looks tired, and age is starting to show, but his eyes still bright, much like Alisha's, albeit darker rather than green.

"Darrick. Nice to make your acquaintance" His tone was warm and gentle, but his eyes was scanning everyone, as if to verify that these people would really be trustworthy. Not that he didn't trust his daughter's judgement, but you can never be too careful. His eyes were looking in particular for the man Alisha seemed to be very fond of, until they found a man in a Mandalorian suit. He frowns softly.

"Dad this is Kyllan.." She looks at him very intensely, now extremely conscious of what he might be thinking.

He blinks at her for a few seconds, shaking his head slightly at her. He sure hoped she knew what she was doing... But the way she talked about him, it was very hard not to smile. When he turned back to Kyllan, he smiles at him, and offers him a very tight handshake, looking straight into his eyes, or helmet, almost as if searching him. However, he saw nothing that would suggest that he was anything dangerous, and relaxed after the handshake was over.
 

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Kyllan made sure their new passenger was settled in and left to his own privacy before making his way outside the ship to oversee any incoming shipments or food, which T3 knew was standard protocol to secure whenever they made port, the beverages he'd purchased and anything the others may have bought and sent to the landing pad to be loaded aboard. Both T3 and R1 worked with Tippy if he wanted, to load cargo aboard the Entendre.

It had been quite a while and though he was a little annoyed with himself that he hadn't stuck with Alisha, given how much she wanted to him to meet her father he went about getting them all ready to dust off whenever their preparations were complete. Of course, he would still get the chance as Alisha arrived a short time later with her father in tow and Kyllan suddenly felt a huge lump in his throat and a knot in his gut. Despite the intensity of his feelings towards her, it was something serious to meet the parents as it were and the mandolorian was still struggling with the idea that he was even worthy enough to be with someone like Alisha.

Kyllan hesitated as her father exchanged pleasantries with the others and then saw that gorgeous smile directed at him as Alisha introduced her father to him. The readouts in his helmet's display showed his heart rate racing. The frown on her father's face, while it was to be expected it still made his heart sink. There was no way this man would be accepting of his daughter being with a monster. Or so the thoughts raged in his mind.

As he extended his right hand to the man, his left quickly and almost comically struggled to pull that signature helmet from his head to let the man see his face. "It's nice to finally meet you sir. Alisha's told me quite a bit about you." There was a noticeable tremor in his voice. The warrior who had faced down a dozen beasts from Tanaab without breaking a sweat was almost a wreck just meeting her father. Kyllan had never before been in this situation and frankly, had little inclination of how to handle it. He gave a firm handshake and finally let his arm drop to the side, helmet tucked beneath the crook of his arm. "You must be the best mechanic on Tatooine considering how skilled Alisha is.." Were this anyone else in this situation, Kyllan would find it amusing at how much he was trying not to trip over his anxiousness to make a good impression. Even T3 noticed and let out a series of rather amused and high pitched chirps and whistles that made the other droids give the robotic equivalent of laughter as they loaded the cargo. Kyllan shot his longtime friend an irritated glance and then looked to Alisha, a warm smile on his face. Just seeing her was enough to help him relax and just go with the moment. He was sure he would hear about this later...from someone.
 

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He watched Dlizz leave, no man would've done anything different with that walk. Then he shook his head and busied about the cockpit, flicking switches and checking readouts; ensuring that the Yoania was settled for a long rest. Once a few more checks were complete he pulled out the bottle from under his chair and moved to the lounge, placing his feet up on the holo-projector. He drained the remaining shot's worth and lay the bottle next to him. The loading ramp lowered as Dlizz left and Hart only heard the minute hum of his ship's engine and Neroka shuffling and talking to himself in his room. He decided to get some rest, and retired to his room. Some more animated noises kept true rest at bay. No doubt Neroka had seen some gakked up stuff, but that wasn't for Hart to delve into.

So with the rest pushed aside for the time being he formulated what he'd do while people were away. He'd programmed the navi-computer to send data of this sector and those towards the Outer Rim, from here. He'd find a nice planet to settle down on, for them to set up on. It'd need trade links, it's need a government that was substantial enough to form some kind of black market in smuggling; but not enough for constant document checks and the like. "Piroket... rather not be disintegrated by Bothans and the greater the distance from the Hutts the better. Cranan? Mining Guilds are always so protective and tended to have their own couriers." This muttering to himself and scanning of the holo-image went on for hours. Constant muttering and noting on his data-pad. Then he realised all these systems had one thing in common, it was so sweet, it might just work. "Arkanis, yeah... it might be the sector capital, but all the more lucrative opportunities. Climate and atmosphere isn't too cold, nor too hot. Arkanis... hmm..." he turned at the noise of the ramp lowering and shutdown the holo-projector.
 

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She stripped off the dress as fast as her hands could manage; eventually, she had to tear it off with a shudder of disgust, then toss it as far away from her as she could in that small space. She couldn't look at any of her reflections on any surface, she knew what she'd see. Thank goodness that those eyes on her were gone; anger and shame prickled at her conscious, though she had nothing to be ashamed of... not really... and no one to be angry at. Here, anyways. The last she had been on this planet, her baby brother Rothhu had dared her, and the both of them had taken a daring brief jump from Ryloth to here... she remembered the stares, and didn't understand them, but he did. Though they both darted in and out of shops, and pointed at the various junker ships, she had never imagined that she'd willingly go back. She twisted the temp to as cold as she could manage, biting back a shriek when she stepped in. She merely bowed her head for a moment, letting it wash over her, and letting those feelings of bitterness wash away. Calm. She needed to be calm, or else nothing would work out with these folks.

What a tight-knit group they were, too. It caused an ache in her chest, for memory. A brief stint of freedom, three years aboard another ship. But they were no smugglers... no, if she mentioned that, they would go right back to mistrusting her. Perhaps later, she might divulge a little bit. Just a little. Finally, she scrubbed off as much as she could. Every moment under that icy water brought clarity; her hands no longer shook, and the previously unseen bruises of her previous master were yellowed and greening away. They wouldn't see them now. She hastily got dressed in the pants, off-white shirt and boots Alisha had graciously lended; she would have to remember to repay for those later. Already she was mentally calculating her balance, a secret side-account courtesy of another time she had escaped. From what she could recall, it would suffice for her to be a paying member. Maybe even enough to get her own weapons of choice, and her own clothes. But there was always something first...

The boots were set aside for now; she padded out barefoot, and, relieved to see no other in sight, knew that she had to practice now, and rebuild her strength. First, she planted her feet down firmly, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, She could feel ill-used muscles twinge with every movement, but she ignored it for that moment. Pain is the first step to going somewhere, little sister, her oldest brother Jaddak had taunted her, when her clan had been the first to sell her off. Her arms went out for a jab, one two, then an uppercut, then back. Another one two jab, punch and move back. Now a new movement, her leg flashing up for a kick, then swung down hard, almost too hard. To compensate, an elbow up, blocking, ducking, jabbing and twisting into an unseen foe. She could almost feel the resistance of flesh through the air; the only thing that snapped her focus was when her leg swung out too far; she wobbled and crashed to the ground, out of breath and her heart pounding.

She was starved now, but glancing at the sweat sheening off her skin, she had to chuckle, "So much for the shower..." Once again she managed to get up to her feet alone, satisfied with that brief warming up. Slowly, she limped back to Alisha's quarters, glancing at the kit that was left behind. Reaching out, she had devoured one packet, some sort of bread material, though by now she was too starved to care what. One one taste spiced, on another sweet. Soon the container had been emptied, and she laughed aloud. Here she was, Illyt, free again, and answering to no one with another prodder or set of chains. Suddenly, she remembered something. Limping back excitedly to the shower room, she tore at the hem of the dress garment; the sign of her chip card made her sigh with relief.

She had to repay her debts, and get her own set of supplies. And she knew just what miserable son-of-a-bantha she could contact.
 

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Changes made to the Yoania and Double Entendre can be found here.
Pippa clanked cheerfully around the market place. Delighted at every new component or material she spied at a new stall or shack. She had never been well funded enough for a "shopping spree" and we're it not for the more level heads that accompanied her she'd probably have spent far more than they could realistically afford. Instead she spent the next few hours accruing and hauling enough parts to fully render the two YG-300 light freighters back to shop new and enough spares to cover a major malfunction of their essential systems. She also found enough parts to refit the Double Entendre into a more dangerous beast. It would mean the ships would have to fly at reduced cargo capacity until the refit could be done but it would be worth it in the long run. Partially at the behest of Lizz they gathered enough materials and bits to set up a proper workstation capable of a variety of scientific functions including but not limited to: design, chemistry and small component manufacture. They also found some bits here and there that Pippa were convinced would be good for droids, whether or not the would be remained to be seen. As she was clanking about hefting part of a firing array Alisha returned to the group bringing in tow her father. Pippa waved her walker's arm, almost dropping the array but managing to catch herself at the last second. When she had finished loading the heavier components and after he was done meeting Kyllan Pippa made sure to introduce herself. Stomping up to him not unlike a gargantuan puppy. "Greetings" she boomed over the walkers speaker, "I am Pippa Rute and it is a pleasure to meet another member of Alisha's clan."

Lizz tagged along with the others on their shopping tour. She stuck by Pippa when Kyllan and Alisha peeled off just to make sure the daft thing didn't buy anything too stupid. She did take the opportunity to acquire some less conventional supplies for the crews. Over an hour she amassed a dazzling collection of beverages and "refreshments", bartering and flirting prices as low as they could go and occasionally lifting when that wasn't low enough. When she was through these ships would be stocked with such a cornucopia of delights that even the cowboy would have to slacken his jaw, this on top of some more traditional drinking fare. She might have to get Pippa to whip up a bar in each of the ship lounges while she was at it, good drinks need a good place to be served from. Once they had gotten back to the ship port and Pippa was no longer in danger of over spending Lizz snuck off for an errand of her own. Donning a ragged shawl and cloak she made her self less of a figure of interest and hit up several locations around town.

First and most hazardous she checked the local bounty station. A quick look through the listings found several faces she recognised with several kinds of bounties. It looked like there were still a few bounties on Kyllan's head though they were mostly from what looked like angry partners of lovers and a couple from the Sith. Here and there Hart had racked up enough of a Pazaak reputation that a few disappointed players had paid for his misery. There was a significant bounty following her from Kiba the Hutt, one that extended to 'accomplices' though thankfully none were named; she didn't want to bring undue trouble down of the crew's heads, they seemed like good enough people they were at least fun enough for her to want to stick around rather than slip away solo. Just as she was getting ready to leave something caught her eye. In the non-individual bounties listings there was a reclamation warrant for a 'genetically engineered test subject' with a description that matched Pippa to a tee. The posting had no holo of the target nor contact information for the client, just instructions to inform your nearest bounty office for recompense for information that lead to capture. Lizz took copies of the bounty data for the crew so that they'd have a good idea of what to look out for and move don to her second errand.

After an hour or so of heavy drinking and schmoozing around the seedier joints in Anchorhead she had what she needed and returned to the others. She waved politely to Alisha's father and helped briefly with the rest of the loading before making her way back to the Yoania. After dusting off on the ramp she wound her way through the ship and stopped seeing hart in the lounge. A inquisitive eyebrow raising at his overly nonchalant sitting position but she did not bring it up. "Here you go Captain" she handed him a data pad "As long as we're in the Arkanis sector we'll be able to bolste our income with the drug circuit, that should keep my fair paid for the time being. It would also seem that we're all quite popular."
 
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Alisha watched her father interact with Kyllan, and could not help but smile. He was so nervous, it was cute. Her father also smiled at him.

"Ha! Don't know about the best, but Alisha has learned from very young and my princess is a smart girl."

A man that nervous about meeting him can't be too bad, even with that armor. He sure wished Alisha told her. He quickly glance at her, and she was already watching him with a somewhat apologetic stare. He chuckled, and patter her shoulder reassuringly, and beamed at her with pride. She giggles in returns.
When Pippa introduced herself he also shook her hand, raising his eyebrow

"A chadra fan? Haven't seen one of your kind for a very long time. Alisha tells me you're quite mechanically gifted too. Good to know she'll have someone to tinker with!" He nods, smiling, then turns back to Kyllan.

"I won't hold you guys much longer. I am rather relieved to see Alisha is happy, as any father would, but...here comes the same old speech..." A rather wicked grin appears on the old man's face

"Oh dad please don't..." Alisha said, her eyebrows twisting in a worried frown

He doesn't turn back to her and gives Kyllan a rather intense stare, his grin still on his lips, but his eyes almost threatening "Dear boy, make sure Alisha is safe..and happy. Else, I might even leave Tatooine to look for you.." He then chuckled, given the reaction. A mandalorian that is that scared is news to him, and could not help but enjoyi this slightly. His eyes returned jovial "Ah but I jest! I hear you've been training her in fact, I thank you for that!"

"So uncalled for.." Alisha mumbled and pouted at her father, who simply grinned and pulled her close to him, kissing the top of the head. Alisha could not help but smile then, and giggle. After a brief moment, though, she realised they were all waiting to depart. She sighed and pulled away.

"Alright, we must be off." Her dad nodded, his expression turning serious.

"Shame I didn't get to meet the other captain. It sounds like I would have enjoyed playing pazaac with him..Nevermind, do send my greetings will ya? You look after yourself and your friends Alisha and..." Now his expression turned grave

"Be careful...I have a suspicion that.....you know who, is still looking for you..."

Alisha blinked...and then gulped. Her father's instincts always proved correct. "I'll...be careful.." Before Kyllan or any of the others could ask though, she hugged her father tightly "I'll visit you soon, I promise..."

After a few minutes, in which Alisha was holding her tears as much as she could, they finally said their last goodbyes, and Alisha and the others went back into the ship, her backpack full of parts in tow.
 

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Getting out was the easy bit. Almost too easy. It seemed they had already left the ships behind in search of resources. In fact, she had the sneaking suspicion that the Mandolorian would have already given sanction to one of his droids. Probably the R1 or T3 unit; they seemed a cohesive enough bunch. It was just that she wasn't one to go tumbling after them.. and besides, these shopping vendors were best without a crowd. Anchorhead had no small reserve of the dregs; seeing one of her kind would just be the icing on the cake.

The boots were laced on tightly, and she strode out boldly, head held high, hardly a limp impeding her progress. Datto's Weapons Emporium was the place to go; perhaps a mere twenty-minute's pacing from the docks. It looked a sleazy dump outside, but inside had the best goods that one would get without too many questions. But she had a few in mind.

The moment she stepped through, an R1 offered a tweet in greeting. "Datto, you gakking sleemo, where you at?!" she bellowed out, inching past piles of junk and wire. One pile of rags shifted, revealing rheumy eyes beneath yellow-striped lekkus. The old Twi'lek peered through thick lenses, his voice a rough rasp. "Well now... if it isn't our favorite runaway, come back from the dead. Illetua'kathan, you're a sight for sore eyes." He squinted, shuffling forward on short, obese legs. "Quite literally."

The conversation went on in Ryl, both of them chatting back and forth silently, until he shuffled closer, eyes narrowing.

You're thin. Too thin. And what happened to that whip I gave you? That was a bargain!

Let's just say Darrek finally got his slimy creds' worth.

He snorted, but that was all. I'm guessing you'll need these back, then. And so, shuffling off, Illyt leaned against a crusty, junk-covered counter, arms crossed. and wasn't disappointed when he came back with two vibroblades, sheathed, and...

She squealed, impulsively giving the elder a tight hug. He shook his head and sighed. "You're as impossible as that bratty other fem customer of mine, Kat. She gave me double as much creds, too. Charge per usual?"

The weapons were clipped on, and she grinned. "Charge the account, per usual." The hood and jacket were immediately slung on, the blades attached to either hip. "By the way, Datto... you might never see me again. 'Give my regards to Jaddak." Her smile turned venomous. "'And let him know I am very... very much alive.'"

The male gave a grin across that wide face, but he merely assumed a bland one as a show of vague disinterest. "All right, then.'Consider it done, Kat.' Pleasure doing business with you, miss. Have a good day."

Soon she would pace her way out, along the way withdrawing just enough. Having an active account in another name for years always helped, and now she would be a well-paying member, not an unanticipated guest. Besides, she needed to know who it was who was willing to spend so many creds for a useless, sass-mouthed slave. And what she could possibly do to repay the debt of rescue. Who knows? Maybe she could be one of their crew.
 
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This post is to bookend the time the crews of the Yoania and Double Entendre and their passengers spent on Tattooine and what they did over the following 5 years. You may post after this but this is the effective end of the thread. Some of the episodes mentioned here will be fleshed out in journal logs of the crew and the occasional flashback.

Despite their best efforts the crew manage to find no more direct clues about the intended recipient of Illyt Katu while on Tattooine. After a few days they bundle up their purchases and the information they could gather and decided to make their way. On the ships they discovered a transmitter embedded in the box Illyt Katu had been sealed in. After deconstructing it they managed to salvage a specific signal frequency that they would follow around the galaxy in pursuit of the slavers who were in business with the despicable Jablonian slug Zosma. But despite their best efforts it would be a long five years before they would truly catch up to this conspiracy again. That's not to say it wasn't close. There were daring fights and last minute escapes but Zosma was backed by someone with deep pockets and he always seemed to have the resources to get away.

There were of course times in between maddening mollusc encounters when the trail had gone cold or more immediate problems forced the group to focus on the here and now. The following are a selection of the adventures that the crewman experienced over the next half-decade.

Mandalorian Militia: The resident master of arms Kyllan Braemar, mandalorian vagabond, puts the crew members eager to learn through their paces. Over the years each and every one of them became at least a competent fighter in their own rights or expanded their skills in areas they less utilised. At some point in the process a heated debate between the two ship captains comes to a head with a duel of the fists which lasts for hours with no clear winner. Eventually the whole thing is considered a draw for fear of the two doing irreparable damage to each other but a solemn vow is sworn by either side to one day settle the question once and for all.

Piracy and Rengency: Making waves in the Arkarnis sector the crew eventually run afoul of a flotilla of vengeful Space Pirates. After several jobs ruined by the meddling of either side the grudge escalates into near all out war. Despite some close and dangerous calls the crew come out on top and manage to scatter the Pirates from the sector. In doing so they earned the attention of the Regency of Arkanis who retained the services of the crew for many a mission over the years.

The Triple Entendre?: The skilled mechanics of the crew with the aid of their trusty droids spend a month or so refitting the Double Entendre into a leaner, meaner flying machine. With increased manoeuvrability and heavier firepower it was to become a vital weapon in the crew's arsenal against pirates, bounty hunters and scum alike. It's newly fashioned triple heavy cannon and it's signature firing pattern would become a staple sight in the Arkanis sector.

Finally a Family
: Marking the one year anniversary of their coming together as a crew a party is held to celebrate the milestone and looking back it's the day many of the crew considered them selves a family. The party was wild and lasted well more than a night and a day. Those that imbibed imbibed hard and those that danced did so until they were sore. And despite the resultant aches and pains a warm sense of belonging and pride swept through the ships and carried them on their journeys through space.

Problems with Pazaak: After a couple of years more than one member of the crew had fallen to Captain Hart and his penchant for Pazaak. Several of the crew had even taken this somewhat personally, buckling down and learning to game as good as any hustler. The whole thing climaxed with a no holds barred Pazaak tournament marathon. Every player used every trick, gimmick, skill ,wile and or racially specific talent they could bring to the table. There wasn't really any kind of victor in the end, about a week in to the games animosity won out and a resulting ban on playing for money amongst the crew was put in place. The crew sadly also made a reputation for themselves throughout the sector as strange unerring masters of the game and many a casino's doors were shut in the name of Pazaak profits.

Sith Surprises: One eventful week lead to an embittered battle with a sect of Imperial Sith marauders who were spreading fear and pain in the name of the empire. The battle came to a bloody head and might have been the end of them were it not for the reveal of Their passenger Ren to be none other than Jedi Knight Tycho Skyblade. The crew with the aid of the good Jedi drove the marauders from the sector. Though the fight was draining it also revealed to them members of their crew who were capable of learning the ways of the force.

Coming up Aces: Through weight of deed and earned reputation the Regency of Arkanis bequeathed the crew a small plot of land on the planet of Arkanis to make them selves a humble homestead. With a hangar to store their two freighters and a small communal place calls their own they finally officially incorporated into a sector wide shipping company called Ark-sector Conveyance Experts. And from there the legends and tales of A.C.E would continue to spread and grow, a long time ago, in a galaxy far away.
 
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