Small Beginnings (Social/Character Intro)

[Irma Kinton]

THE PLANET DELACRIX, 5 ABC.

Rain lashed at the pathway up from the little communal landing pad, its worn old flagstones slick with water and the moss that grew on them. Occasionally, thunder rumbled overhead, and lightning lit the mountainous landscape in brief flashes of daylight. Wind gusted, blowing rain at nearly right angles.

The lone figure trudging up the path pulled her cloak and hood closer around herself, and over the small bundle she carried.

They truly did go to the ends of the Galaxy to get away...

A flash of guilt went through the small figure, and she looked up the path toward the little cluster of prefab structures which clung to the mountainside. She was largely responsible for driving them to this Force-forsaken place...

The figure quickly shook her head. That she had wound up in the situation she did was no fault of hers, really, and if she had the chance to do it over, she wasn't sure she wouldn't have done the same things she already had. That her family had disowned her after the company had told her she was a traitor was not her fault; they had a choice too. Ultimately, it was the company that was to blame for everything, and they were dead and gone now.

The figure was suddenly overcome with the urge to let the past die, to get back in her ship and never return. She might have, except that the small bundle in her arms chose that moment to squirm, making soft sounds that were barely audible over the storm.

You're not here for you, Eice, you're here for her.

Gritting her teeth, the figure continued up the path, fighting the wind and rain. After a few more minutes, she entered the tiny village, going up to one of the prefabs and pressing the doorbell. Minutes passed before movement was heard on the other side of the door, and it abruptly swished open, a groggy-looking tintinna glowering out. They were dressed in a corporate-issue nightshirt, and from behind them, light spilled out onto the figure.

The tintinna's eyes immediately went hard when they recognized the person standing before them.

"You have a lot of nerve showing up here!"

Eice Frex glared back at the person who had answered the doorbell, shifting the bundle in her arms. It had been many years since she had seen her sister, not since before the adventure which had cast Eice out into the Galaxy.

"Save it." Eice replied stonily. "If I thought I had any other choice, I wouldn't have come. And I know you won't help me, but that's not really why I'm here."

Thunder rumbled as Eice adjusted her bundle, at which her sister took a cautious step back. Her expression changed, however, when she saw just what Eice carried, eyes widening as she looked back up at the other Tintinna.

"You-"

Eice held out the bundle, teeth gritted.

"I know that I'm never going to be family again. I can live with that. But I'm out of options. Whatever happens to me, I-... I need to know she's safe."

There were streaks of moisture-matted fur under Eice's eyes that didn't come from the rain.

Eice had prepared an explanation, had been prepared to bear her soul to her sister the way she hadn't since they were children. She would have told all about the horrors of the fight against the Sith, the losing battle to preserve the Ossein way of life, the man she had loved and lost in the fire of that battle... and the new life she had brought into the world that carried a little of them both. She had been prepared to tell the story of how she had been on the run for months, every safe haven she had thought she had stripped away...

...of how she would have to go back out into the fray, when she knew the only thing left that mattered to her was safe.

As it turned out, none of it was necessary.

Eice's sister reached out, gently taking the little bundle and cradling it close. As she did, there was the sound of a small child crying somewhere in the house, and she looked behind her, before turning back to Eice.

"Uther and I had our baby yesterday. I'll say it was twins."

She stepped backward into the house, reaching out for the door controls.

"You should go."

Eice started to speak, but the door swished closed in her face. She stood there for several minutes, staring at the pitted plastoid.

Then she drew her cloak around herself, turned around, and headed back down the path toward the landing pad...

THE PLANET DELACRIX, 500 ABC.

Spoiler: Theme Music

Irma Kinton gripped the controls of her landspeeder, flicking her little vehicle around a curve in the valley road at an unsafe speed. The sun glinted off the windshield, as well as her glasses, which she took one hand off the wheel to push up the bridge of her muzzle.

Music blasted from the cheap speakers of the speeder's entertainment deck, fueling the little Tintinna's adrenaline high. She gave a whoop of triumph as she rounded the bend, beaming to herself as she found herself in a relatively straight stretch of road and sitting back in her seat. As she did, she turned to look at the passenger side.

"Ah... heh, sorry."

Irma's passenger, a short, stocky droid, glared quite convincingly for a being with no facial mobility. ID-3R02, also called Eider, made a series of tones in binary that sounded lecturing, but then turned back to the road.

His mistress, the droid considered, was an odd duck, or tintinna when you got right down to it. At times she was shy and reserved, nearly impossible to dislodge from a good holobook and reluctant to talk to people, although Eider suspected that last part was due to her upbringing rather than any inherent qualities. When she was alone - or when she forgot she wasn't alone - she could be as energetic as anyone, and even downright reckless, as her driving attested. Interestingly, the genealogical files Eider and Irma had turned up in their search for the history of Irma's family had turned up some real characters from ages past... it was enough to make Eider suspect there might be something in the tintinna's genes.

With any luck, the two of them might find out if this were so.

Irma, meanwhile, continued to drive, her mind - for the first time in a great while - focused on things other than her long-running family history project. For perhaps the hundredth time, she reached up to pat the pocket where her space-line ticket stub was held.

Irma Kinton was going to the stars.

Research in the Delacrix planetary records had finally run dry, and Irma resolved that to continue her work, she would have to go to the Empire, where data archives far older and more complete than the ones she had access to might hold the answers to her questions. If she were lucky, she might meet the remnants of the Ossein, the adopted culture her distant ancestor had assimilated into, who might know even more.

But more than that, Irma would finally be able to leave Delacrix behind. She had been born, grown up, and fully expected to die on the little backrocket world, at least until the opportunity to travel had presented itself. She had taken an extended leave of absence from her library position, freed up her life savings, and now...

A few more turns, and the starport came into view.

The regional spaceport for Irma's district was not an impressive thing by any standards. Little more than a set of fusion-formed pads, it was never host to more than a handful of ships at a time, most of them rickety independent freighters and other, similar vessels. If Irma didn't miss her guess, it was exactly the sort of place her distant ancestor may have visited, centuries before.

Pulling into the speeder lot at the edge of the port, she hopped out, making her way toward the set of low prefab buildings that were clustered around the gate. Behind her, ID-3R02 hopped down from the speeder, trotting after her.

Hopefully, she thought, she would be able to find someone here who could take her where she needed to go...

 

[Yura]

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Yura stood outside her Mynoch-Series freighter, hands on her hips and a sour expression on her face as she watched loader droids carrying crates of mud into her ship's hold. Mud! Mud of all things! If she had known she was hauling mud, she would not have taken this job! Still, it was an easy job and the pay was pretty decent. But, she was going to have to spend days cleaning out her cargo holds after this. The mud was apparently a valuable commodity for making ceramics which were then used by electricians and manufacturers of everything from data pads to starships. Hell, there were numerous ceramic parts in her own ship, Yura understood that, but she had never planned on hauling ugly, stinking mud from planet to planet in her new enchilada of freedom.

Yura hadn't had her ship for long. She had only just decided on the name. The Lucky Shot wasn't especially pretty, but she was fast. One of the fastest civilian ships available on the market, and that was a trait that Yura held in high regard. She had plans to get a better ship in the hopefully not-so-distant future, but for now, the Lucky Shot was her baby, and she really didn't like the fact that she was watching a bunch of karking clumsy loader droids fill her full of mud! To hell with this! Yura thought to herself. She rubber her cybernetic right arm absentmindedly, her phantom limb syndrome kicking in hardcore when her mind was on other things. "Be careful with that goramit! You karking droids had better not spill mud all over my cargo hold or I'll leave you with a few new screw holes in the side of your head!" The droids continued loading the crates of mud. They weren't programmed for conversation.

She forced herself to take a deep, calming breath to loosen her nerves. It was fine. It would be fine. She would simply ask around and see if there was any 'additional cargo' she could pick up on this route. A little bit of smuggling always put some extra coin in her pocket and put her mood on the brighter side of psychotic. All she needed to do was talk to the right people. Turning away from the fiasco that was her loading dock, Yura scanned the star port. She didn't even see a decent bar or cantina anywhere nearby. That was usually the best place to pick up a little side-job. everyone needed a stiff drink every now and then, especially if they were trying to be sneaky. There had to be one somewhere. If there were pilots around, then there was going to be a hole in the wall full of booze.

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[Skylar Rook]

Skylar hated waiting for people, especially after he had gone through great pains to make sure he was on time for the meeting. Perhaps it had to do with his natural energetic nature, always wanting to be in motion or working on something. That was what he was doing now, doing a quick tune-up on his weapon as he sat in the cantina. He didn't trust any of these people so he kept his medium Beskar'gam on while he worked, which was something he had gotten used to during his travels that forced him to go beyond Mandalorian space for what he needed. That was why he was here, picking up some supplies for his tinkering that would last him a good time without hurting his wallet too badly. If his supplier would ever arrive.

He noticed that no one wanted to sit with him, despite the limited tables in the cantina. It looked like his people had some kind of a reputation, something that the Shistavanen didn't mind feeding in to at points. He hadn't had many good encounters with outsiders before so he made no real effort to convince them otherwise about him. At the very least he made sure to make a show of removing the power pack of the weapon before working on it. He'd need his droid Jitters' help with some of the finer work, so this was more just to make sure nothing was wrong while passing the time. Hopefully the man would be there soon so he could go. He really wanted to let his tail start wagging free again. He was so pent up he'd probably have to do a full workout routine while in hyperspace later.

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[Cressa Tall]

(Here goes Cressa's post soon)

 

[Cressa Solus]

Nomadic lifestyle was a pretty common thing for Mandalorians. Personally, Cressa was enjoying it very much since it allows her to explore new worlds, meet interesting people. Visiting Delacrix was merely a transit point where Cressa's squad supposed to buy some supplies and continue their trip to Kessel, there Saxon clan demanded to free some of the prisoners. While most of the squad had stayed on the ship to secure the vessel, Cressa made her way to a cantina where she thought to buy some food for the squad. The task was simple enough: find someone there from who was possible to buy enough food to meet squad needs and then gone.

But once she entered into the building, her visor had caught an image of someone in Beskar'gam. Moreover, the person was with the tail. She has never seen a Mandalorian with a tail and until today she believed that only humans could be Mandalorians. And since she was having plenty of free time, Cressa decided to approach Skylar. He seemed to be lonely and Tall decided to fix this sort of things.
"Su'cuy, a tailed one! Can I know your name? Are you actually... a Mandalorian?"

 

[Irma Kinton]

Irma peered around at the spaceport, wondering at the array of ships that sat crouched on their landing gear atop the various circles of ceramic that denoted landing pads. The port was not large or particularly impressive compared even to the one in the planetary capital, but even so, there was more activity here than in many of the places the young Tintinna had been in her lifetime.

This wasn't the first time Irma had been to the spaceport, of course. She often made trips here on the business of the central library, picking up shipments of holobooks, tapes and other equipment. As a pup, she had been brought by her mother and father to attend air shows and do other business. It all fed into Irma's girlhood love of starships; she had gotten her pilot's license at the earliest opportunity, and still had it, but her love of knowledge had won out when the time came to choose a career. She still flew occasionally, mostly airspeeders and the like, but a librarian's salary was never going to support owning a spacecraft.

After a few minutes of wandering, Irma eventually found the spaceport's ticketing office, which consisted of a corrugated carbo-plas shack with a single box-office style window; behind it sat a bored-looking Duro reading a newsflimsi, who looked up to see Irma only after she rapped on the transparisteel. He looked down at the Tintinna as if surprised to see her.

"Yes yes, what do you want."

Irma cleared her throat, and put on her best smile.

"I'd like a ticket on the next passenger shuttle to Corellia, please."

The Duro regarded Irma for a few moments, then laughed out loud, flicked his newsflimsi and returned to reading it.

"No direct shuttle from Delacrix to Corellia, ma'am." The Duro replied. "No out-system passenger service scheduled until early next week, come to that."

Irma blinked.

"Oh..."

In all honesty, she wasn't sure why she had never considered that. Delacrix was, well, Delacrix, the last time anyone had cared about the place was back when Xim the Despot had fought the Hutts over it far, far back in time. It should have been obvious that there was no direct route to where she wanted to go.

But the little librarian refused to be deterred. Turning around, she looked at the assembled ships.

"Are those mostly independent ships?"

The Duro looked up from his newsflimsi again, nodding.

"They are. Not many of the big freight lines coming in here."

Irma nodded, rubbing her chin.

"And where are their pilots right now?"

The Duro quirked an eyebrow.

"Where do you think? Getting blasted on jet juice, over there."

The Duro made a vague gesture toward a low building constructed out of old intermodal shipping containers. Above the door was a flickering orange neon sign that read "CANTINA;" the I, N and last A worked only intermittently.

Irma regarded the place, took a deep breath, let it out and nodded.

"Thank you."

With that, Irma started walking toward the cantina. Behind her, the Duro lowered his newsflimsi again, eyes widening even more than they naturally did.

"H-Hey wait!!"

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It was dim inside the cantina, and Irma's eyes had to adjust from the relative brightness outside before she could see. Around the place, dingy booths and tables sat occupied by a collection of beings wearing an assortment of outfits, but predominantly consisting of grimy coveralls and flight suits; the little Tintinna looked around nervously. This was more of a dive than she had ever been in before, although her experience with such things in general was limited. There were so many unfamiliar sights and smells...

Irma jumped slightly as she heard someone loudly greet someone else. Looking up, she saw a pair of beings in what was unmistakably Mandalorian armor, one moving toward the other. She couldn't help but stare...

That was until something bumped her, and she looked up to see a somehow dower-looking droid standing over her, its arms folded.

"Are you lost."

Irma blinked, staring up at the droid, before finally find her voice.

"U-Um, no!" She blurted. "I was... here to hire a pilot?"

The droid shifted, then shrugged its shoulders.

"Well that's none of my business." Replied the droid. "But if you're gonna be here, you'll have to buy something. What'll it be."

Irma shifted uneasily. She hadn't come here intending to drink, but she didn't want to get kicked out before even talking to any of the pilots.

"I... guess... Lomin ale?"

That seemed safe enough. In any case, the droid nodded.

"Coming up."

The droid turned and went behind the bar to fetch the drink, leaving Irma standing awkwardly in the middle of the cantina...

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[Yura]

"You should be careful what you order around here, little one." A female voice called out from behind the little tintinna. If she turned around, she would see a somewhat wild-looking, orange-haired woman with a cybernetic left arm sitting in what passed for a booth with her boots kicked up on the table, sipping a drink. Judging by the blush in her cheeks, it was not her first one. "They put some peculiar ingredients in their version of the Lomin at this particular establishment. One might almost compare it to a Rodian Splice more than an ale." The woman sipped her drink once more. "Almost."

The orange-haired woman kicked her feet down from the table and leaned forward, resting her head on her cybernetic left arm. Her teal eyes seemed to scan Irma from head to toe, and the woman frowned, like she didn't fully understand what she was seeing, or maybe didn't believe that it was really there. Then her eyes shifted to the droid at Irma's side. The woman smirked wryly. "That's a cute little bibliomech you've got there. I didn't know that people used those outside the core worlds. Not sure how useful one might be out here in the Rim. Seems like you would have to keep your eyes on it constantly to keep it from getting stolen by some Jawa, or eaten by some wild animal, or crushed by some debris, or sunk in a swamp, or used for target practice, or..." The woman suddenly gave her head a little shake with a surprised look on her face. perhaps she had, in fact, had a little too much.

The woman shifted her gaze back to Irma. "Meaning no offense sweetheart, but you don't really give off the bearing of a spacer. And this place is pretty bad even for spacers? You sure you should be hanging out in a place like this? I mean, the booze 'aint bad for what it is, but even as far as dives go... This one is pretty... divey... Know what I mean? I would be concerned for you in one of the nicest cantinas on Tatooine." The woman took another sip from her drink and smirked again. "Unless you happen to be some sort of alcohol aficionado, or perhaps the town drunk? In which case, pull up a chair!" The woman began laughing just a little to hard at her own joke, even going so far as to smack the table with her metallic hand. As she calmed down, she smiled. "So what's your story sweetheart? Trying to live dangerously? Looking for an adrenaline high?"

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[Skylar Rook]

Skylar looked up at the Mandalorian that had walked through the door and had immediately come over to him. She was amazed that he had a tail? What clan had she come from that was so unused to non-humans among their number? He was almost offended when she asked if he was truly a Mandalorian, not wanting to have to prove himself quite yet, and it was with considerable effort that he calmed himself down and put his tools away. "It would be quite a dangerous thing for one not of our ways to wear the Beskar'gam, even in a lawless place like this. My name is Skylar." He didn't want to pay much focus on the conversation, still waiting for his supplier to arrive so he could continue his business. He wouldn't stop her from sitting down if she wanted, though he wouldn't afford her his full attention either.

He frowned a bit under his visor as he heard the other new arrival to the cantina start running her mouth at the Tintinna that had also just entered. How overly trusting of strangers this mechanical armed woman was, or perhaps she didn't believe that the non-human could be a threat to her. This was another reason why he was so disgusted with non-Mandalorians, they tended to be so arrogant towards those they viewed as inferior. This only served to endear the Tintinna to him, raising her a bit higher in regard than normal outsiders. He kept an eye peeled on their conversation, willing to go an intervene if the young woman seemed fed up with the human. He put the power pack back in his blaster pistol as he had that thought, giving the weapon life and lethality again. He was more than willing to pull the trigger if things got out of hand.

 

[Cressa Solus]

While Skylar was thinking over his answer, Cressa noted another person entered to the building. The rat-like creature had bring Swallow's attention just for a moment. The planet was indeed an interesting place in terms of people who was there. Tall was even wondered if there any bipedal sentients who look as a Krayt dragon. It would be... gorgeous. Still Cressa was satisfied who she was met. And so she continued being focused on the tailed Mandalorian. She probably won't approached Skylar if he was a human because she talk with them on daily basis, but non-humans was a thing which motivates Tall to discover new worlds and planets. This is a nice experience to meet someone who wasn't not a human.

"Ori'jate. I'm Cressa, Saxon clan. And what's your? Don't get me wrong, I have never seen someone like you as Mandalorians. But this is why I'm so glad to meet you. Because this is hard to tell who is under a Beskar'gam. This is our tradition. Our rule, as you know, to always wear the armor". Continued her dialogue Cressa with a relaxed tone watching straight into Skylar's visor. This gesture was one of the Mandalorian rule too. She actually liked the Shistavanen. He was... attractive, unusual compared to the most of attenders of the Catina and people she knew. That Tintina was interesting person too, but Skylar was Mandalorian. Heck, she now wanted her squad full of guys like Skylar and then she could become the most happiest woman ever in every sense. Maybe if she somehow can befriend with Rook it gonna make her closer to her secretive desire.

 

[Irma Kinton]

Irma jumped slightly and gave a surprised squeak as a voice from behind addressed her directly. She turned around to see a red-haired human sitting in a nearby, looking down at the smaller female with unabashed curiosity.

It was just after the stranger had finished describing the ale that the droid came back out from behind the bar, pushing a pint glass brimming with a pale yellow liquid into Irma's hands. She gave an awkward "Th-Thank you!" despite the fact that the drink had sloshed onto her a bit when she took it; she flicked her nose and whiskers, a strong alkaline smell filling her nostrils.

By the time Irma had recollected herself, the stranger was commenting on Eider, who had trundled up next to her. The droid swiveled its head turret to look at Irma, who looked back and gave a slight shrug. When the human moved on and changed the subject, she turned back to her, blinking at her, jumping a bit again when she smacked the table with her cybernetic arm and sloshing her drink again.

"U-Um... actually... I'm a researcher. Well, r-really I'm a librarian doing research, but..."

Irma closed her eyes a moment and shook her head to collect herself. She reached up and wiped her muzzle with the back of her arm, cleaning off the spilled ale, before continuing.

"You're right, I-I'm not a pilot, b-but the man in the ticket office outside told me this was the place to find pilots?"

Irma looked around uneasily, giving the table with the now two Mandalorians a long look, casually raising her mug of ale to her lips as she did. Upon taking a sip, she nearly spit it back out; the concoction tasted like old power cells and burned like pitch going down, a far cry from the milder drinks she was used to.

"Awwwch kriff!! You weren't kidding about this stuff!"

She stared down at the drink a moment, and then back at Yura.

"Um... a-are you a pilot?"

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[Skylar Rook]

Skylar did a slow blink behind his visor, not having expected such a question in a place like this. There were outsiders around, people that didn't have any business knowing about even the general knowledge of their culture. He would have been upset if he thought that this person was trying to be malicious. Despite being a high energy person usually, having worked with his weapon just a bit ago he was in a calmer state of mind. What was happening with the Tintinna, though, was something that he had to handle now. He could see how distressed she was and he didn't want her to spiral any further. She wasn't a Mandalorian, yet there was no honor in someone being badgered and no one sticking up for them. This young woman didn't seem like she could defend herself, so she was completely at the human's mercy.

"Clan Rook. Please excuse me, I need to handle something." Skylar stood up, holstering his blaster yet not letting his hand stray from it. He walked over to the table that the Human was sitting at while the Tintinna stood awkwardly, standing on the far side of the table from the smaller being while looking at the Human first. "I would appreciate if you calmed down a little, for the young woman's sake. I'm not sure if you've seen her but she is obviously out of her element here. A gentler touch would work better than a high-energy one." He turned his visor to the Tintinna, inclining his head slightly. "Pardon my manners. My name is Skylar. I overheard that you are seeking assistance, a pilot. Where is it that you need to go? I may be able to take you, if it is on the way to my next destination."

 

[Yura]

Yura smiled at the Tintinna. "Well that's true sweetheart, this is the place to find pilots. And yes, I do happen to be a pilot myself. The name's Yura, pilot of the Lucky Shot. She's the Mynoch Series parked outside. Why? Were you by chance-" Yura was suddenly cut off as a mandalorian with peculiar proportions took it upon himself to interject hself into their conversation. Yura glared daggers at him. This was not appropriate. Even amongst rouge spacers and pirates and smugglers. Like walking into a cowboy's campsite without making yourself known first, you didn't just sidle up to someone else's table unannounced. Not in a place like this. Not so much rules of protocol, but rules of how to not get shot in the face, pretty much. This Mandalorian was breaking said rules... Everyone knew how that usually turned out.


But, Yura was not one to lose her head on a whim. She took a deep breath and leaned back, kicking her legs up on the edge of the table, pointed towards the mandalorian. Her Westar blaster was holstered on her right thigh in it's leather holster. Yura smiled with fake pleasantry. This Mandalorian was a bold one, to be sure. She noticed, also that his armor wasn't of standard design. The helmet seemed to be shaped a bit, as though the wearer underneath almost had a snout or something. Yura was aware that the Mandalorians welced other species into their ranks. Could this one be a shistavanen, perhaps? Curious. Yura had met some Shistavanen in her travels. Most seemed to like being in packs of a sort. This one seemed to be alone, though perhaps he thought of his adopted Mandalorian family as a pack in a way.


It was then that Yura realized that this Skylar fellow was offering the Tintinna to travel with him. He was offering her passage on his ship. This bastard was trying to steal Yura's business! The freaking nerve. "Whoah, whoah, whoah. As much as I'm sure you enjoy offering little girls rides in your shuttle... We were having a perfectly nice conversation over here before you decided to invite yourself over. And, in fact, the young lady had just inquired as to whether she could hitch a ride with me to wherever it is she was heading. So, even though a Shistavanen/Mandalorian is about as rare as two rancors farking on a beach, and I'm sure we'd all love to hear your life story, why don't you just slide back to your table with your lady friend and go about your business, hmm? Let us all finish our drinks in peace?" Yura picked up her drink and took another swig. Her sharp eyes pierced through Skylar's armor over the rim of her glass.

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[Cressa Solus]

Cressa hasn't heard too much about Rook clan (and let's be honest - actually nothing), but thanks to Skylar she knows now, that the clan is... quite interesting for now. Probably the best way to learn about him right now was the conversation with the Shistavanen, but the cauted one attention was immediately switched to the rat-like being. Tall doesn't want to lose her connection with that furry Mandalorian, so she probably needed to offer her help to Irma as well. Not as a pilot, but as a security team with her squad. The only thing she really needed and cared about is to develop a good relationship with the Rook clan and Skylar himself. Cressa knew, that Mandalorians are just a really big one family and thus should help each other. But the Iron Swallow wanted to build with Skylar such relationships which would be something bigger than friendship, even though the girl wasn't familiar too much with Rook.

"Name Cressa, I'm with Skylar and along with piloting services by him, I can personally offer nice security. No one on this planet better than us. And I mean, no one. And by the way, our prices are really nice". By approaching to the talking trio stated Cressa. The woman in the black armor really doesn't like to engage in the conflict with Yura, but if that was the only way to befriend with Skylar, then she was ready to such sort of events. It wasn't fear of being involved in the hot argue and conflict later, Tall pretty to used to that. But it was rather a desire to not wasting time for useless and non-productive talks. And considering the fact, that there was now two people in the Beskar'gam, the young woman doesn't leave much choice. She was... outnumbered. Tall has smiled due to the fact, but under her helmet with the T-shaped visor, this wasn't seen.

 

[Irma Kinton]

Irma turned, eyes widening briefly as one of the Mandalorians from the nearby table came over. He was a tall lupine-looking individual, one the little Tintinna couldn't help but stare at. At his comment, however, she relaxed slightly, smiling a bit; when he asked his question, she began to reply.

"I-I was actually headed toward Cor-"

Before Irma could finish, however, Yura butted in in what seemed to Irma a fairly hostile tone of voice. Irma shrank back slightly, clutching her drink. Her gaze darted between the two beings.

"H-Hey! There's no call for that! I-"

Before Irma could finish speaking again, the second Mandalorian arrived, interjecting with her own offer on top of the Shistavanen's. The Tintinna nibbled her lip, and lifted her mug of ale to her lips, guzzling down the foul-tasting brew before setting the empty mug atop her droid and wiping her muzzle with the back of her arm.

"N-Now lissin'!"

Irma was not used to the strength of the ale, and as she spoke, she visibly swayed. The little librarian was not what one would call a heavy drinker; the most she had ever had before in her life at one time were a couple glasses of peppermint schnapps at a Life Day party, a few years before. She shook her head in an effort to clear it.

"I don't-*hic*... I dunwant aaany pressure, okay? I jus' wanna go to Corellia! O-Or get started in that direction."

Irma groped for a nearby chair, missed, and sat down heavily. Her droid caught her tumble, however, and she sat on the edge of its cranial turret, kicking her legs in the air.

"Caaan either uvyoo take m'there?"

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[Skylar Rook]

Skylar raised his arm to the other Mandalorian, hoping she would get the gesture to stand down. His eyes had hardened beneath his visor, yet his hand didn't move any closer to his blaster. He wasn't impressed by the human's bluster, there would be no honor in killing her and he didn't want to draw his weapon here anyway. So, instead he ignored her, as her words meant less than the air needed to convey them. He instead focused on the Tintinna and her request, as that was what had drawn him over in the first place. As for the other Mandalorian, he had no control over what she did. If she wanted to pursue the empty words of the human, that would be her right to choose how to live. Just because the situation wasn't honorable for Skylar didn't mean it wouldn't be honorable for another.

Skylar nodded at the Librarian slowly, trying to show he was the calm choice in all this chaos. "Corellia? I can be bound for there, if you wish. My parts dealer here is late, which knowing him means he's not going to show at all. Corellia sounds like a good place to find replacements, better than my usual next course, so I will gladly take you to the planet if you wish. If you don't feel comfortable traveling with me, though, you are free to choose passage in another way, I won't be offended. I know us Mandalorians have a certain...reputation, in these parts. If you need, I'm prepared to give my word that our trip will be safe for you. That is not something I would give lightly." He sat back, keeping his visor trained on the Tintinna as he purposefully ignored the human. She was inconsequential, yet if she wanted to continue their argument he had his hand close to his blaster to draw in a moment.

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[Yura]

Yura almost choked on her drink for a second as the little Tintinna stated aloud that she wanted someone to take her to Corellia. Corellia of all places!? One of the Imperial Republica's largest shipyard planets? Honestly, Yura didn't think any planet could claim to provide more ships to the Republica than Corellia, save for Kuat. Yura quickly suppressed her emotions, careful not to let them show on her exterior. Why the hell did this little girl wan't to go so deep into the heart of the Imperial Republica? What was she after. Sure, there were valuables and commodities on Corellia... In fact there were things there that Yura would very much like to investigate and even liberate. But perhaps she wasn't ready for that just yet. But still, the prospect of making some money and getting her hands on something valuable was tough to turn down. Curiosity killed the Loth-cat, but then Yura wasn't a Loth-cat now was she. Besides, she was going to be damned if she would let these two random Mandalorian shebs come in and snake a job out from under her.

Yura smiled cooly at Skylar's helmet. "Safe?... You guarantee that her trip will be safe if she travels with you? Aren't relations between the Imperial Republica and the Mandalorian clans a little... How to put it lightly... Tense?... Right now. I had heard that relations (and any negotiations to repair them) had completely ceased between the Senate and the Mandalorians, and there was even talk of Mandalorians making military strikes against Republica targets. Although, within Imperial borders, I've heard they are referred to as terrorist attacks rather than military strikes." Yura stuck in that last part just to annoy Skylar and his friend to see if she could get a rise out of them. "Don't get me wrong! I highly approve! You all go show those karking Imperial bastards what-for. But, when it comes to flying through Imperial borders and into the second largest imperial-held shipyard in the galaxy? Seems like a tall order considering you two would probably be labeled enemies of the state. That is if you're not shot on site." Yura glanced back to the Tintinna. "No, I think that, given the destination, I can offer you a far safer flight than Mr. Skylar and Mrs. Cressa can, my dear."

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[Cressa Solus]

Cressa has settled down a bit once she heard the final destination of Irma because getting inside of Imperial Republica territory could be related with some kind of problems. Heck, Cressa and the Empire were two things which can never coexist well and never will. But at the same time, it was a good chance for the Tall to payback to the Empire for her parents and maybe get some information about them. One of this she would reach for sure. And if she might be lucky enough - he can get some spare parts for her weapons. She hasn't worked as a weaponsmith for too long and getting spare parts from the weapons at the Empire market would be a good investment in her time and efforts.

"The fact the Empire is stronger than us doesn't mean they're smarter. But before you reach Republica borders, you may face with pirates, bounty hunters and it would be a real shame if they get and kill you. The trip will be long enough, so I'm pretty sure you will encounter at least one of them. Are you really sure you can deal with pirates and be well confident your customer won't be hurt or kidnapped in the process?". Said Cressa with a more lowered tone as Rook seems like demanded with his gesture, but her speech was intended to support Skylar and she was even ready to give away most of the incomes from a job to the furry Mandalorian. Establishing a good relationship with him and further cooperation will be a good price for the job because Cressa was still looking for someone with who working together is a pleasure and Skylar looked like a good candidate for it.

 

[Irma Kinton]

Irma bit her lip in apprehension as she listened to the two parties argue, looking over at her empty mug and wondering if it would be a good idea to get it refilled at this point. The little Tintinna wasn't used to be argued over, and she was realizing now that she hadn't exactly thought through all the implications of hiring an independent to take her where she wanted to go. More than that, she was realizing that despite the show which the Empire liked to put on, the Imperial Republica was technically a war zone, even if Corellia was probably one of the safer destinations inside it.

"Pleesh dun ffight over me!" She slurred, shaking her head, which still swam from the borderline toxic ale. "Ifff isso dangerous, though, whyyy don't I hhhire all three uvyoo? Howduz... um... f-five? Yesh! Fffive thousand each sssound?"

Irma's savings were not exactly bottomless, but she had put together a healthy fund for the trip. It hadn't been easy on a librarian's salary, but Irma was sure she had enough to pay her way for awhile.

"Issa research trip... gunna... gunna figgur out who wuz in m'family, back before the Sith. Used to work fer Blackrow, y'know Blackrow? Prolly not, they went belly-up over 400 years ago... but the secure corporate records are still in the... Corellian archives. I c-can't view them fffrom here, ssso I'm taking a little trip!!"

Irma slumped to the floor, leaning against her droid.

"I-I'm also looking fer some Ossein t'talk to... but hhhow likely is that? At least Corellia stays in one place..."

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[Skylar Rook]

Skylar was quiet as the others spoke, especially Irma. When she was done and he was sure she wasn't going to fall over while sitting on her droid, he gave her a small nod. "I don't need payment, but I'll take those terms if needed. My ship isn't painted in Mandalorian sigils, nor does it's IFF say it's Mandalorian, it reads as a standard private freighter. I'm not fool enough to walk around in my...armor, while in the Republica, so I can come and go as I wish, at least as much as any non-human can. The only issue that I see here is that there are three of us, each with our own ships, yet only one of you to take between the three." He leaned back slightly, making a show of tapping his helmet as if he was thinking about something.

"Perhaps the young lady can take one of our ships and the other two can fly as an escort of sorts, so that we all end up on Corellia with our own vessels. As long as Cressa and myself don't wear our armor, we'll be just like any traveler in the Republica. As for the Ossein...I know of them, and I would also be glad to help you find them, if you wish. I'd been meaning to make contact with them anyway, to get a good look at their tech for inspiration. Once our business is done on Corellia, perhaps we can go on that adventure as well." He stopped talking then, waiting for the others to chime in. It was the only idea he could think of, yet he had a feeling the human wouldn't like that idea much.

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[Cressa Solus]

Irma's offer was hard to refuse. Despite the fact, that the reward for the job Cressa has to share with her squad without which one she can't did her job, the woman was very glad because she will travel with Skylar. No any money in this world won't replace the opportunity to cooperate with being she likes and respects. Apparently, she and Rook will be accompanied by Yura and her silence was... suspicious, but since the contract was in her pocket, Tall hasn't care. But this was good news. She has never cooperated with Shistavanens and her mood has skyrocketed by Irma's words.

"So you just restoring family bonds? I guess this might be fully legal in the Imperial space, so no problems might be. We just will introduce ourselves as the guards. Without our armor surely. I'm with Skylar anyway. But who is or what is the Ossein?". Replied the woman in the black Beskar'gam changing her tone from calm to curious.