Two Convicts Walk Into a Bar....

[Ashlyna Talmount]

Sand. There was too much damn sand. That's all Ashlyna could think of, as she sat at the bar of the 'Lazy Bantha'. She had her 'working' clothes on today, but the orange and black utility suit did very little to keep the sand at bay.
Ashlyna could feel the clumps of sand that had taken up residence in her boots. It was so damn irritating at times dealing with the sand storms, but you know what was worse? Getting blasted sand in your fething drink.

The inside of the bar was exactly what one would expect:A bar was set in the center of the building, with a handful of booths and tables scattered about the inside. The furniture was in rough condition, and the climate of the planet didn't help it fare any better. The bar was sparsely populated, with less than a dozen individuals taking up the setting and bar areas. Which brought her back to the problem at hand.

Her eye twitched watching the little grains of sand sink down and settle at the bottom her glass. Her fresh glass of Rodian Splice wasn't ruined, especially not by a few specks of sand, but she was annoyed none the less. She gave a look up the Besalisk bartender, but he was far too busy chatting up a Zeltron on the opposite side of the bar. Ashlyna gave a low growl and dropped her eyes to her drink, then back at the bartender. She thought about climbing over the counter and breaking the glass against his head. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and she had no reason to believe it would be the last. It was alot easier to go through with that sort of thing when she had her crew behind her, least she didn't have to worry about fighting on her own back then. She wasn't in any mood to fight either, she hadn't been since she got to this miserable little sandpit. The brunette let out a sigh, and threw back the foul liquor, emptied it, and slammed the glass back on the counter. She didn't taste the sand, but she damn well felt it as it went down.
"I hate this fething planet."
She muttered, and moved her glass to the side, where it shared the fate of the last five drinks she had consumed today; abandoned, with a thin layer of sand at the bottom.

@Nommie

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Okay maybe stopping here was not the best idea. But the man didn't exactly have a choice as for one whoever it was that was following him will lose the criminal's trail. And two he wanted to get out and stretch his legs. The rogue had spent days on the ship following protocols and now he can admit that he has a bit of cabin fever. But maybe he should have checked the data files on this planet. There is way too much sand and with the wind it is far worse than Tatooine. Sand got everywhere! Tatooine wasn't anywhere near this bad. Tycho made a mental note to himself to mark on his map to not come here. That is for when he decides to go back to his ship.

There wasn't much here either. Perhaps what people who are here are the ones who actually like it or are stuck in this sandpit and are unable to leave. Tycho spotted the bar, deciding to take shelter there from the blowimg sand. Stepping into the place the criminal noted how run down it is. Yes sand still managed to blow into the place, but it was better than being outside for sure. Running his fingers through his dark hair that was actually a shade or two lighter because of the dusty sand particles. He looked in disgust as sand got everywhere. Dusting of his jacket the rebel made his way over to the bartender who was busy chatting with a Zeltron, "Hey shot of whiskey please." He will say politely, cocking an eyebrow when he was ignored. The rebel will try again only to get the same result. Well the drink he is fancying is right in front of him so the Rebel visited old habits to make himself a drink. Tycho shook his head as the bartender failed to notice, but Tycho was still polite enough to at least place a small tip on the counter.

The only seat available was right next to Ashlyna. The man will take a seat with a soft sigh, "Tell me about it. I just got here and the only thing I am thinking about is leaving." The man took a rather large gulp of the whiskey, loving the familiar burn the liguor left in his throat. The thing he didn't love though was the grains of sand that washed down his throat with the drink.

@Algarus

 

[Ashlyna Talmount]

"Tell me about it. I just got here and the only thing I am thinking about is leaving."
Ashlyna turned her her to the side and spotted the newcomer sitting down beside her. "Yea, Grax is like that. I think he was born an asshole though." She said, without the slightest hint of sarcasm, as she cast a hand in the aliens direction. She didn't recognize the man, and she thought she knew most the faces around here. Either he was some poor soul that got conned into coming here, or some poor bastard who didn't keep up maintenance. "This your first time here? Or were you just unlucky enough to brake down here? I'm going to assume the later, because hardly anyone comes to this dirtball by choice. Well....the smart people don't anyways." Ashlyna shook her head. She was one to talk:
'Yea, drop me off here. This is the place'.
That's what she had said a few weeks ago when her ship landed her for a spice trade, and here she still was. Low on funds and with sand in her alcohol. What a fething miserable time. "If that is the case though, I might be able to help you out." She shrugged. "For a price, assuming you even need some work done on a sublight drive." She trailed off, before finally looking Tycho in the eyes. There was something about those eyes, a wariness? A tension? Or maybe the Rodian Splices were just screwing with her. Either way, maybe she found another way to pass the time. "The names Ashlyna by the way."
@Tycho Draykon

 

[Tycho Draykon]

"Yeah I can tell. He is one asshole alright." He said as Tycho looked over to the alien who was still busy talking. If he enjoys talking over his choice of work then perhaps the alien should look into getting some government position so he can do nothing but hear himself talk. The rogue noticed that the tip he had placed on the counter had been taken. Well it couldn't be taken by the bartender because he is still over in the corner talking to the Zoltron. So it had to have been taken by a patron in the bar. Well that sucks for the bartender. He looked ahead as the criminal took another sip of his drink as he listened to ashlyna, "Yes this is my first time here. You can say that I was both forced to land and chose to land my ship here. It was land here or find myself with a broken down ship." He told the woman as he placed the glass down onto the counter with a dull thud.

He looked to the woman sitting next to him, turning a bit in his seat to face her figuring that he found a good way to pass the time until those who are looking for him either give up looking for him or find themselves at another bar to get themselves drunk at. Tycho shrugged, "I have not exactly looked at what damage has been done to my ship. I could use a hand to get it fixed up though. I don't have much as far as funds but it doesn't mean I am unable to work out some sort of deal that works out for the both of us." The man gulped down the last of his drink, wishing that the sand didn't ruin the enjoyment of a good drink. As he looked back to Ashlyna he can see in her eyes that she is fed up with this place and looked as though she wanted some sort of adventure. But that could be a mistake on his part since he is not that good at reading people, "Tycho Draykon." He will tell her simply as he reached over the counter to get the same bottle of Mandalorian whiskey and refilled his glass, "So what brings you to this dustbowl Ashlyna?" He will ask as the man refilled her glass.
This time Grax noticed the rebel taking the bottle of whiskey, coming over saying angrily to the criminall, "What makes you think ya can just take the bottle? You could have just asked for some." He will his as he got into Tycho's face a bit.

The rogue will calmly take a sip of his drink, "You're right I could have if you weren't over there talking to your friend over there , while ignoring your customers. Plus.." He placed some money on the counter, "I just paid you for the entire bottle so as far as I am concerned this bottle of whiskey is no longer your concern." He watched as the bartender took the money and walked away, grumbling quietly to himself.

Tycho shrugged as he took a large gulp of his drink. Now with the bartender most likely not bother the two, Tycho turned his attention back to Ashlyna.

@Algarus

 

[Ashlyna Talmount]

"What brings me here? Unfortunately I'm just waiting for opportunity to kick me in the ass. As you can see, I'm still waiting that kick is coming." She snickered, but the truth of the matter was she absolutely hated this place. She listened to him describe his ship troubles and smirked. "I mean, I'm not going to charge you an arm or a leg for repairs. I'm pretty reasonable in all honesty." She said, tracing her finger around the rim of her empty glass. "And yea, that sand in your drink is free. Thank the force they don't up charge on it. I guess if they did someone night finally light this trash heap on fire." Ashlyna grinned watching Tycho give Grax a tounge lashing. This guy wasn't some plucky smuggler looking to lay low, this guy had been around a dark corner or two. Maybe even more than Ashlyna herself. Very intresting. "Might just want to stick to your bottle there for the rest of your experience here. Grax has a thing for putting toxins in someones drink if they dare expect him to actually work." Ashlyna said, "And you wouldn't mind, I'd be more than happy to take a look at your ship for free. I mean, I got nothing else to do around here." Ashlyna put plainly. She was sick of screwing around with gravlifts and turbo lifts. If this let her get to work on a starship then she was almost willing to do the blasted work for free. Almost.
@Nommie

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho listened to Ashlyna pondering a bit, well what was it really that was stopping her? If she really wanted to leave this desert wasteland then she could have hopped on a passing ship and worked for her way out of there. The Rebel in one way understood as he had a similar issue while he was growing up on Nar Shaddaa. Though his route of getting out of there was not the best way as even now he is still a man on the run. The Rebel looked down at his glass in thought, "I understand what you mean. Though when my opportunity to leave Nar Shaddaa came it gave me a real good kick in the rear." He huffed as he filled his glass with what was it? His second or third helping? Tycho wasn't exactly counting, "Well... if ya want to get out of here that badly. If you help me repair my ship. I will give you a lift out of here to where ever you want to go. Does that sound fair to you?" He would offer as the criminal watched the sand that was already in his glass settle to the bottom after he poured the alcohol into the glass.

"I half expect him to be stupid enough to charge extra for the sand." He said sarcastically as Grax walked over. The man was not afraid to look the bartender in the eyes as he gave him a verbal lashing. The rebel lieutenant was not afraid to stand up to beings like Grax and put them in their place. After the rough life he had before and during the Alliance, he is not one to back down. Not easily anyways.

Tycho cocked an eyebrow as he looked to the woman, "If he knew who he was talking to I think he would stay in his sad little corner. I am not afraid of beings like him. Dealt with them all the time on Nar Shaddaa, Keseel and.. elsewhere.. I can't say what I have been doing since escaping Kessel.." He will say roughly as he looked over to the bartender, "If you insist on taking a look at my ship be my guest.. you are welcome to see what you can do to help fix it up." He will tell Ashlyna after finishing his drink. Looking at the bottle the rebel thought that perhaps he has had enough to drink now and should save the rest of the bottle for later, "I may have enough to pay you if you want to be paid."

@Algarus

 

[Ashlyna Talmount]

Ashlyna drummed the counter and listened to Tycho. Yea, he seemed like a Nar Shaddaa kind of guy, that's where that look came from. Ashlyna tapped her lip and smiled. "I used to be a straight arrow up until recently. Had a falling out with my crew. Decided to stay here before I ended up with a knife in my back." She shook her head at the offer. It was tempting, it really was, but her dream was clear. She needed to be here. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm waiting for something. Until it comes, I can't really leave." She shrugged her shoulders, had voice taking on a defeated tone, before snickering at Tycho's comment. "I'm guessing you used to run with a gang then? I grew up on Nal Hutta. Wasn't pleasant let me tell you."

Her eyes watched him, she wasn't sure if he was a killer, but honestly that didn't matter. She had been in far worst company in the past.

"I'd be more than happy to check it out for you." Ashlyna spoke, leaning back in her seat. "And we can talk about payment after the deed is done. For all I know you could have fried your entire hyperdrive. I'm good, but I'm not a miracle worker."

@Nommie

 

[Tycho Draykon]

The Rebel Officer shrugged, well if she was sure that she wanted to stay here well then at least he can walk away later knowing that he did offer her a way off this dustbowl and she politely turned it down. Instead of reacting like how other women he has met reacted. Well except for Esfir. The wanted criminal looked to her, "Sounds like you had a bit of a rough life yourself." He said, "Where about are you from?" He will ask out of curiosity. The man looked to the young lady as she snickered from his comment, "Run with a gang? I was the head boss until the Imperials caught me and sent me to Kessel. I was wanted for multiple counts of theft and murder by the time they caught me. Well I only killed Imperials. Never civilians. Except for one time." The man stiffened his jaw though as he mentioned the one time he did kill a civilian.

He would not blame Ashlyna if she suddenly decided that she had better get up and walk away. No one likes to be around a killer. Yes he is still a killer. But it is now all to bring about the end of the Empire one day. Every one that he kills is another nail in the coffin for the Empire.

The rogue leaned forward in his seat, resting his forearms on the counter, "I don't think I fried the hyperdrive.. Well maybe I don't know. I don't have any droids to help with the repairs. Too much risk having them around in a ship. Never know what they will say when spoken to and I don't want to find a thousand Imperials in my ship because the droid said something." The man admitted. He never liked droids anyways because of the fact that some can be quite the chatterbox and not keep track of what is being said.


@Algarus

 

[Ashlyna Talmount]

Ashlyna's eyebrows rose up at that. Kessel huh? She had heard about that place. It always got the crew on edge when someone brought it up. Ashlyna had her run ins with law enforcement of course, but from what she heard, Kessel was a death wish. Tycho must have been a hell of a ganger than. She smile slightly at his confession of being a killer. Maybe he was expecting her to get worried, to make up an excuse and head for the hills. But Ashlyna had been there, she had the guilt to prove it too. She wasn't proud of it, in fact that was partly why she dropped out of the pirating game. Tycho might have notice a look of shame in Ashlyna's expression.
"I'm not a saint either. Fled as a stowaway from Nal Hutta after my owner got offed. Found myself in a band of pirates. Stuck with them for a few years. You can imagine the rest. To hell with the Imperials though, bastards deserve everything and more that's coming to them."
Ashylyna's head dipped a few centimeters and shot back up.
"But that's the past, so to hell with it."
A half smirk would now replace any sign of guilt she might have shown. The talk shifted, thankfully, back to droids and spacecraft now."Alot of people don't like droids, but I personally love them. Much more reliable than people, and they are pretty good at keeping quiet after you ask them to. If you don't have any droids, don't worry. More often than not I was the one having to fix up my last ship, and I did most of it by myself." That smirk melted into a scowl. Countless memories of frustratingly tearing apart outdated machinery to fix her old ship boiled to the surface, and every single time everyone else was too drunk to help. Her mind lingered there for a moment, until Ashlyna pulled herself out of it. She didn't want to dwell on the past. "Anyways, long as it's not anything serious, I should be able to help out. What model ship are you flying?" She'd ask, resting both elbows on the counter and leaning towards Tycho just a tad.
@Nommie

 

[Tycho Draykon]

"Darn right they do. Back on Nar Shaddaa I gave them all sorts of hell up until they caught me. Made their officers look like a bunch of utreekov because I would steal anything and everything that I could. The rest I would destroy/ I am sure the officer that was in charge of the base at the time was demoted or kicked out of the Imperial military all together when they finally did catch me. Then they sent me to kessel where the officer said that I was going to die there. Well.. I showed him that I am alive and well back when I helped take down the Network Access." He will tell the woman as he looked to her, "I can imagine all the hell that you went through. But as you said the past is in the past."

The man shrugged a bit, " I don't mind astromech droids. But protocol droids I am iffy about. One almost gave me away during an operation. But no I do not have any droids. Not right now anyways." He will admit, "I am able to fix my ship but I need some help, "I don't think the damage is anything serious. My ship is an Overhead Shuttle." The rebel officer will tell Ashlyna as the woman leaned into him a tad.

@Algarus

 

[Ashlyna Talmount]

Ashlyna's eyebrows rose at hearing that Tycho helped destroy the Network Access on Nar Shaddaa. She usually would think of that as just bluster from a scoundral trying to get attention. But she didn't feel that this was. She smirked a tad at the thought of what he said was true. He was a rebel with a cause. A particularly violent cause at that. The burnett snickered at his insult towards protocol droids, so she had to of course toss her two creds in. "Okay, I'll give you that. Protocal droids can get on your nerves."
Ashlyna tilted her head to the side as he mentioned the ship he came in on. "Hm. Don't think I've worked on one of those before. If it's anything like those Imperial class ships though, it should be a breeze. I'm basically done with this place for today if you'd be so kind as to take me to it." Ashlyna would say, leaning away from Tycho and setting the payment for her drinks on the counter. "I don't think you came here looking for a conversation anyways." She would add with a wink.
@Nommie

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho's little blunder was no where near a lie, he can prove it all by taking the woman there if she wished to see for herself the damage that he did as his part of the mission, as well as all the men he killed during the mission. The criminal turned rebel can even tell her that the same officer that he killed in the main room was the very same officer that caught him years ago. But he figured that the woman can tell that he is not lying to impress her. He wasn't even trying to impress her, all that he was doing was giving her a hint as to what the bartender would be up against if he decided to have a boxing match with the rogue. If push comes to shove he can and will turn violent at a drop of a hat, depending on the circumstances he will not be ashamed of his actions either.

"More than on your nerves if they are annoying enough. Though I have to admit that they can be fun to mess with from time to time. Especially the eccentric ones." The man will admit laughing as he remembered the time that as a child he would confuse one in order to make it's circuits go haywire so he can sneak into the Imperial Garrison's ammunitions room.

The rebel officer looked to Ashlyna, "It is a civilian class freighter. I believe the design was originally for the Empire but some reason the contract fell through and the ships were repurposed for civilian use. So who knows you might be familiar with the networking.. or whatever you call it." The rebel looked to her, nodding as he grabbed the Mandalorian Whiskey bottle and shoved it into his pocket, "Yeah I am done with this place too." He will say as the man came to a stand and slapped his payment down onto the counter. Okay either he got the wrong idea or the alcohol was making his brain completely stupid, "What? What makes you think that?" He will ask, "I did come here for a drink.. what do you think I came here for?" He will ask with a curious tone to his voice.

@Algarus

 

[Ashlyna Talmount]

Ashlyna got out of her chair and turned to face the Rebel. "Well, if it's a civilian transport than that'll be a simple fix. They make those things idiot proof for a reason. Especially Imperial grade stuff, they aren't the brightest collection of dome heads on this side of the galaxy." She grinned at Tycho's attempt at using starship terminology."The correct work is systems, but you were close enough." She seemed a little confused as he began to question her. Maybe the alcohol was getting to his head. Either he was a light drinker, or he had more than Ashlyna had seen. She canted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow at Tycho. She eyed the bottle in his hand, and it all made sense. Mandalorian Whiskey, yea that explains it. That stuff was potent, because Mandalorians just had something to prove; even if it made their liquor taste like Bantha Poodoo. "Well, given that you stumbled in here and started drinking yourself silly...."
She shrugged and righted herself. Wouldn't be the first time she had to handle a drunk before, she just hoped this didn't end with having to punch the poor bastard out. He seemed kinda nice, past the whole 'I kill people for work' gig, but honestly they were Imperials, so did that really matter? Ashlyna certainly didn't think so.
"I mean, thought you came in here for a drink, and the conversation just happened to come of it. I can't really say why you came here though, I'm not a mind reader." She said, smirking just a tad as she thought of the irony of her words. She couldn't read minds, yet. Though even if she could, she wasn't sure if wanted to. People were weird after all.
"Why don't we go back to your ship? You can get as drunk as you want, and I can take a look at your ship. Sounds like a win win to me." She suggested, unsure of how Tycho was to react. Last thing she wanted was for him to go stumbling out in the sands as a dunken fool. That was no good way to go, especially for a man with his....skill set.
@Nommie

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho had some familiarity with starship terminology, but with the potency of the Mandalorian Whiskey, that he ironically keeps forgetting about, the man's brain was what one would say is clouded by the beverage. True he did not have many glasses, but because of the potency of the drink, it was like having six or seven drinks to the two that he had of the Whiskey. Though he was drunk enough for his behavior to become unpredictable, or inappropriate. The man had the tendency to keep his behavior in check even with how drunk he is now, "Yeah you are right there. I should have stuck to one glass of these instead of the two.. or three that I had. Forgot how potent Mandalorian Whiskey is." The man stated as he pocked the bottle that he had paid for. It was not often that Tycho drank, and was sure it is something that he will have to keep to a minimal now that he is an officer.

As he pocketed the bottle, that was just small enough to fit into his pocket, the man was able to stand on his own two feet with out stumbling. His words were not slurred, but his Nar Shaddian accent was a bit thicker than usual, "Well it is just as you said. I came here for a drink and drank myself silly.. and had a bit too much of the stuff." The rebel admitted as he looked around the place, nodding to Ashlyna's suggestion to go back to his ship, "Yes. I will take you to my ship. But I am not having anymore to drink. I don't want to leave you to do all the repair work on your own." He will say. Even though Mandalorian Whiskey is potent, the affects do not last that long. So the man was able to lead the way without the assistance of the woman, "My ship is just on the outskirt of the town. About a couple blocks from here." He will tell the woman as he led the way, but made sure to not walk too fast even though he wanted to get out of the blowing sand. The Rogue kicked a ball back to a group of kids who had accidentally kicked the ball in his direction.

Seeing the kids reminded him of why he had joined the Alliance, so that children will have a future better than what he and others have had. It was so that the current and future children have a good life and a positive future without an Empire that will stop them in their tracks at every turn.

@Algarus

 

[Ashlyna Talmount]

Ashlyna felt a relived to see Tycho somewhat sober up. Even though she herself was feeling tipsy, she was clearly the soberest among the pair, and therefore the more responsible one. "Well that's very considerate of you, not leaving all the work to the lady. Besides, I don't think you could finish the rest of that stuff off and manage to stay conscious. And please don't take that as a challenge, seen enough people drink themselves to death on a bet to last me a lifetime." Ashlyna wasn't too familiar with the effects of Mandalorian drinks, mostly because they tasted like liquid garbage to her. She hoped he didn't pay too much for that bottle. "Alright than captain, lead on."

Ashylna would say with some amusement, and follow the Rouge out of the bar. Ashlyna held her hand up over her eyes as she followed behind, trying to keep some of the sand particles from temporarily blinding her. One would think that pirates and smugglers would find decent planets without sand to set up outposts on, apparently not. She caught Tycho kick a ball back to a pack of kids, who quickly rushed back to playing their game without so much as a thank you. She smiled at that. It almost called back to more pleasant memories of Nal Hutta, before she cut that line of thinking short. There was no point in being hung up on the past.

Though, she felt a ping of sadness for the children, how long would they remain on this world? Never knowing what else was out there? Maybe it was for the best, as Ashlyna had learned, the galaxy was not a nice place. Time and time again it had shown her just how cruel and unrelenting it could be. And yet...without those experiences, she never would have gotten here, learned who she was. Though, perhaps it was safer than trying to live in the core, or anywhere near the Sith or Imperial influences. With the war going on, it felt like no where was safe. It was partly why she herself had left the pirate life behind. What was the point of living as a criminal, when it did nothing to help those around you? Though even if the Sith didn't exist, it still would not have spared her from what happened on Nal Hutta. Still, maybe someone could have been there for her. Then again, there was no point in dwelling on the past. What was done was done. She couldn't prevent orphans from existing, nor would she ever. The truth of the matter was, no matter how hard she worked to redeem herself, her crimes still stood. There was no changing that. Alcohol always made her think too much. "Do you think they know there is more out there than this place?" She would ask, though she was unsure if the partly drunk Tycho could hear her.
@Nommie

 

[Tycho Draykon]

As the two rebels walked through the blowing sand. The officer had to bring his hand in front of his eyes as the wind shifted, causing the sand to blow right into his face. Even the children knew that they had to go and play elsewhere now to get out of the blowing sand. So they had picked up their ball and fled to who knows where to continue their game. Kids are always finding places to play, some locations may make adults worry. But with this town being relatively small it was perhaps safe for the children to run around the town. His childhood was nothing like theirs though, right from the start growing up on the streets was fighting to survive. He and his mother were so low in society that he was labeled what they call a Slum. Someone that no one would look down to or even help. But Tycho always found a way to have some fun while he fought to survive. Unfortunately it meant turning to a life of crime, it helped to see to that he saw the next day. But it did nothing to help others around him even when he did the best that he could. The rogue sighed softly at the memories, then noted that these kids look happy, are acting happy and look healthy so they have it good here. They are as far away from the war as the planet will keep them, as long as the Empire didn't come here to look for members of the Alliance.

The lieutenant looked to Ashlyna, "They probably do with all the people that stop here during their journeys. Seeing how they were behaving they probably stop to listen to travelers as they tell their stories." He will reply as the two approached where his ship is landed outside of the town, "Personally I think they are safer staying put here than travelling around with the Empire cracking down and all after Lyanna the Unworthy was killed by the Darth Vrael." He will say as the man walked over to the hidden latch that controlled the boarding ramp from outside the Overhead Freighter. Pulling the latch down Tycho watched the boarding ramp lower down to the ground.

@Algarus

 

[Ashlyna Talmount]

Ashlyna heard Tycho's response and nodded. She thought as much. With a war waging on like this, the safest place for children was boring planets like this. At least they were safer than she had been as a child. Ord Mantel was not a pleasant place, especially after having been kicked off a freighter as an escaped slave. She lost count how many days she went without food or water at times, and if not for the occasional good samaritan she probably would have died there. Yea, as boring of a life as this planet promised, at least the kids wouldn't be exposed to that sort of thing, hopefully. She did wonder what happened to her old crew, if they had given up and went mercenary, or maybe the Imperials finally caught up to them and blew their bucket of bolts of a vessel apart. She really didn't know, and more shockingly couldn't bring herself to care. She was being used just to fix the damn ship and keep it running more times than not. And what credits they did manage to make from a hall quickly got blown to help their spice or death stick addictions. Actually, the more Ashlyna thought about that past life, the less it was appealing to her. Maybe if Ord Mantel wasn't so bad, she wouldn't of had to turn to that life to begin with. But that was neither here nor there.
"Yea, maybe you're right." She spoke with a hushed tone. As the reached Tycho's ship, Ashlyna let out a chuckle.
"Aw, it's adorable. Look at it!" She teased as she walked under the legs supports and examined it, before joining Tycho on the lowered ramp.
"It's so normal looking, they'd never suspect someone like you to be flying it around." Ashlyna teased him a bit. She wasn't trying to mock him or his vessel, but the idea of a harden criminal using this as his main ship was very funny to her. She couldn't explain why.
@Nommie

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho looked to his companion as she let out a chuckle the moment her eyes were fixated on his ship. Yeah maybe she was expecting something a little different. But when you are a hardened criminal wanting to hide, it is best to go for a ship that will not cause Imperials to look at him. In fact he had a lot of success getting around without Imperials going after him thanks to this ship. Plus it got him from one location to the next at a rather good pace. Except for when he has the bad luck of running into smuggler or pirate gangs. Like very recently while he was trying to get back to base. Ah well. He lived and his ship is in one piece, save for the repairs that need to be done. The man shrugged as he lowered the ramp, "Hey it is a good ship. Don't usually have to do repairs on her that often. And no one expects that it is me in there." The man admitted, not minding the way that the woman teased as she examined the ship.

The rebel officer nodded, "Exactly. They don't expect it to be me in the ship." He gestured to the ramp, "Ladies first." He will say to Ashlyna as he allowed the woman to board his freighter first. Out of politeness of course since she is the woman as well as his guest for while she is with him. The one thing that Ashlyna will notice when she get's inside is that the ship is kept clean and organized. Except for his gear that was laid on the table and chair in one corner of the main room in the ship. Besides that the ship was practically spotless.

@Algarus

 

[Ashlyna Talmount]

"True enough. I guess with someone with your background it helps to fly under the radar. Still, was expecting a little more bite on this thing, but I guess I that would just go against your cover." Ashlyna commented and would step on board, and it wasn't what she expected.

She seemed a honestly impressed with how neat his ship was. Though, she supposed it made sense, Tycho seemed like the professional type when it came to his work. "You sure you didn't just buy this thing? Might be the cleanest ship I've set foot on in years." Ashlyna said, as she walked about seeing the organization skills of the man. She wasn't lying either, most of the ships she had done work on were either fallen apart or looked like they seconded as a junk hauler. Then again, those pilots weren't really doing anything other than freighter runs. "Especially for a man, you sure you don't have a cleaning droid stowed away in the back?" She teased and looked back at him. "Not trying to be rude, just, most men I've met are not the most...organized of individuals. Then again, they don't typically do your type of work."

Tycho was...different than most people she had run across. Yea, pirates and smugglers were run of the mill sorts, but Tycho was certainly different. Maybe it was the whole former gang leader past he had going for him, but it struck her as being a mix of confident, yet reserved. It was refreshing to say the least. Most people were either one or the other. "I wish my old ship was as clean as this. Honestly, I'm a little jealous."
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[Tycho Draykon]

"Yeah I am sure. Had this ship for a few years now." He will tell the woman as he followed her on to the ship. When they were onboard the man pressed a few buttons on the control panel next to the door to close the door and boarding ramp. Perhaps she was half expecting the man to be a bit of a pig in regards to the condition of his ship. The rebel officer did his best to keep his ship as clean and tidy as possible. For one because he is an officer and organization is key to success. The second reason being because of growing up on the filthy streets of Nar Shaddaa the man preferred to keep his ship clean. Less dirt means less issues with the workings of the ship because of dirt getting into the workings of the ship. The rebel shook his head, "Nope. I have no cleaning droids stowed away." The man chuckled as he imagined having an army of cleaning droids stuffed away somewhere on his ship. The rebel shrugged, "I can see your point there." He admitted noticing now how odd his cleanliness is.

Tycho honestly had no idea how to respond to what Ashlyna had to say next. What can he say to that? Well he'd certainly watch the words that rolled off his tongue to prevent insulting her. If she ran with a crew that sucked at cleaning up after themselves, then yes the ship she was on would not be very clean. The man shrugged a bit, "Well.. perhaps if you establish a crew again you can pound cleanliness into them?" He asked, not sure of what else he can say.

The man walked over to the table his gear was on and placed his bottle of whiskey on the table with a dull thud as the glass connected to the metal table. The criminal ran his fingers through is dark hair, "Do you want me to show you around? It is not that big but there are a few rooms besides the cockpit and the engine room." He will tell the other rebel. He was not sure where to start the tour of his ship to be honest.

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