Subtle Changes

[Gian Greydragon]

Sohsat sat clung tightly to his seat as he was taken back to Nal Hutta, with two of his comrades, that he had worked with in years passed, when they were still Initiates; Gren, a Barabel who was saved from the Sith campaign on her homeworld, and Lanna, a young human Jedi Knight who, as a Padawan, assisted himself and now Grandmaster Valen in bringing down a group of mercenaries employed by a self-proclaimed Darth by the name of Markov. The trio arrived on board a smuggler's craft to go in undetected, and were given clothes to allow them to fight into the crowd of the busy, crime-filled streets of Nal Hutta. Sohsat stood up after landing, and carried onward toward the exit, where he would meet with his friends. Dressed as a typical spacer, complete with a blaster in his hip, even if it didn't have a powercell inside of it, and a coat to hide both of his lightsabers' hilts.

Their target was a group of hired guns that had been running raids outside of Jedi-controlled space, utterly wrecking the trade between them and their surrounding allies. Having tracked them to a small trade post on Nal Hutta, the group needed only to find and take as many prisoners as feasibly possible, so that they may answer for their crimes.

Outside of the ship, he awaited his comrades, peering over the bustling crowd, with a steely stare on all of the aliens and humans that populated the area.

"Scoundrels! Every last one of them! What reason do you have for not cleansing this town of its filth at the end of your blade, Sohsat? You could do it. You could mop the floor with any of these half-witted goons that assault our senses. Do it!" a foreign voice spoke into Sohsat's mind. He jumped, as the first words were uttered, having been completely attuned to the Force, and sure that know one would know of his affiliations. It was certainly neither Lanna, nor Gren. Sohsat simply shook it off, and continued waiting on his comrades.

@Zenya @Narsi

 

[Narsi]

Gren hissed in annoyance as her tail got caught up in her clothes once, tangled in the unfamiliar long brown coat that was clearly not designed for tailed beings. It was bad enough they had to hide the fact that they were Jedi, but couldn't they at least manage to giver her something that fit? Wrestling with the clothing for a minute, she managed to position everything so that her tail poked out mostly uninhibited. Only for her annoyance to double as she let the clothing fall back into place, weighing uncomfortably down on her fifth appendage and looking strange as could be. Letting out a louder hiss, Gren ripped off the clothing and poked a hole in them with her claws, ruining the jacket, but finally making it suitable for wear. Shaking off her annoyance, she swung the coat over herself, putting the hood up as she muttered to herself about idiot clothing designers. Trussed up in the smuggler disguise, Gren's fearsome appearance was mostly hidden, along with her identity, simply appearing as a tall robust figure from afar. She'd left most of her weapons at home this, hiding only her two maces under her coat, as they could be the weapons of any thug or brawler, common sights on Nal Hutta.

Suitably disguised and irritated, Gren headed out to join her partner, taking deep breathes of the calming fresh air. Walking down the ramp. Gren was greeted with the sight of Sohsat randomly jumping into the air as if poked with a electroblade. Gren glanced around skeptically, searching for whatever stimulus that had invoked such response. She saw no suddenly charging Sith, no bomb attached to their ship, no rifts in reality from which a electrified sword poked through, nothing. Pursing her lips curiously, she stepped up to the senior Jedi, asking with concern in her voice. "Are you ok si- SOHSAT? Did something happen?" She had to catch herself from almost calling him Sir, an old habit from her Padawan days. While they were now equal in rank, Gren still considered Sohsat her senior by far, deserving the respect as such, even if they were more than familiar with each other by now.

Hopefully nothing was the matter, though for the life of her Gren couldn't see anything wrong, she wanted Sohsat with her on this mission. She herself was still a bit inexperienced in these kinds of situations, and when taking prisoners, three capturers were better odds. At least they had Lanna, who Gren knew had worked beside the Grandmaster himself a few times, surely she'd have a few pointers for everyone.
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[Zenya]

Lanna was near the side of the ship, reclining with boots crossed, up on one of the control panels. Gren was a suitable enough pilot. At least, compared to Lanna, who could not drive a speeder to save her life. Her hair was down, tangled around her shoulders, eyes closed. She had dozed off, listening to some tunes from an old device her boyfriend had given her. Music was not actually her thing, unless it was playing loudly over a bar, but this time she enjoyed getting an idea of her companion's preferred taste of sound.

She awoke to the ship landing, and almost slid out of her chair. The woman stretched her hands up to crack her knuckled, and then stood, slinging a bag over her shoulder. She was happy to be working with Gren, her long time companion she had known since she was a young initiate. Together they had devoted themselves to their work, and achieved various tasks for the Jedi. The first time they met, was also the first time she had met Sohsat, who to her, was a respected mentor.

Once she packed her stuff, she followed Gren off the ramp of the ship, lighting up at the sight of the man waiting for them.

"Sohsat!" She exclaimed. "It's good to see you!" Extending her arms, she embraced him, then stepped back, looking between her companions. "So what may we help you with today?"

@Narsi @Gian Greydragon