Unlikely Allies

[Sreeya]

She peeked over his shoulder, eyes widening at the schematics.

"You..can afford that?"

She cleared her throat, cursing herself for always speaking without thinking. As she pondered over his questions, she absentmindedly continued following him.

"Well, I think I'll accompany you because I need some credits. Admittedly, I've been stealing to provide for myself so far."

She glanced back at the ship they had just left.

"Do you think they'll follow us?"

The cloaked man had looked incredibly suspicious. She half expected him to burst out, with the others following in tow. She couldn't decide who among them was the best bullshitter of all. Perhaps it was the Mandalorian she was standing next to, though he had an annoying sense of righteousness.

"What's your name by the way? Something Skirata or Ordo?"

She had to grin. All Mandos had the same god damned name.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

He Chuckled. "Atin...Atin Ordo. It's Mando'a for Stubborn...my adoptive father knew me pretty well I guess." He said with a chuckle. "And yes, I have the credits. You will too in a couple months, assuming you help me out with some bounties I'll be going after." he looked over the schematics again, then went up to the ship, another protocol droid representing it's master came forward.

"Ah, you're looking to purchase sir? I can tell a good eye when I see it. C-S20 human cyborg relations." It said with a slight bow. "This fine vessel comes fully loaded, armored, shielded and with capable firepower, assuming you have the right credentials sir."

The mandalorian sighed, this time he would have to deal with the robot. He disliked them, but after dealing with some of the people here he figured you can't program a robot with idiocy. He removed his helmet and held it under one arm, which blessedly allowed him the ability to light a cigar which he produced from somewhere on his armor and light it.

"Yeah, my credentials are all here..." He said handing a datapad to the droid who looked it over. "Oh my! Lieutenant, yes sir you are most qualified. Right this way to the processing center for your purchase." The droid said excitedly, bustling off to lead them to gods knows where next. Atin took a puff of his cigar and gave a smile to the chiss girl, before picking up their earlier conversation.

"I'm assuming your regular name I wouldn't be able to pronounce so easily?" He said exhaling some smoke with a slight chuckle.

 

[Sreeya]

"Nah, you can call me Tryn A'nobnoxiously'longChissname."

She grinned after the comment, thankful to be able to speak about her race without setting off alarms.

"Tryn for short."

She continued walking alongside him, glancing over her shoulder over at the other ship. She wondered what was going on in there. She only hoped they could quickly get the transaction over with so she could take the damn armor off. The two waited for a moment while the droid fiddled around and processed the transaction. She curiously looked at the Mandalorian.

"Not that I'm complaining..but why am I not a pile of steaming, blue mush by now?"

The question had been nagging at her ever since she took off her helmet. She had expected him to blast her to smithereens, not recruit her to help him. She absentmindedly watched the droid return to inform Atin that the ship was his.

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

He chuckled at her mock name. "I can work with Tryn as for the rest of your question..." he said pausing to think of the right words.

"Mandalorians come from every race, because we see the potential in every race to be great." He said simply. "Not that your anything close to a mandalorian, it doesn't mean I shouldn't give you a chance to be great." He said simply as he exhaled more smoke from his cigar. "Plus anyone ballsy enough to come into republic space who's race currently brands them with a sign on their back reading 'please capture and interrogate me in painful ways' who then tries to steal a ship from a fortress world is okay by me." he said with a chuckle as the droid finished and brought the datapad back to him.

"Your transaction is complete sir. Is there anything else?"

Atin looked over the droid and shook his head. "Nah tin man, your good to go."

 

[Sreeya]

Tryn simply rolled her eyes as he mentioned she wasn't anywhere close to a Mandalorian. She almost retorted, but bit back from it. He had, technically, just saved her life. The least she could do was be courteous. She quietly observed the droid finish up the transaction. She had to grin as he kept speaking.

"Well, Csilla is so out of the way. I didn't really have a choice but to come over and attemp-"

She stopped mid sentence, hearing the shuffle of feet. She glanced over and spotted a group of soldiers coming over to investigate the shipyard. She knew it was only a matter of time before all the commotion drew attention. Tryn turned to Atin.

"We have to get out of here. Now! I'm wearing a dead guy's uniform.."

 

[Jaqen H'ghar]

"Probably should've mentioned that a bit sooner..." he said with a chuckle as he signed he started walking towards his newly purchased ship. He hit the controls to lower the entrance hanger and up the deck they went. A few of the guards headed on passed stopping the droid to ask if anything suspicious had been going on, though it didn't seem as though the droid was particularly aware of anything other than the sale going on.

"Computer?" He said, testing the voice control, before uploading his datapad with his information to mark the ship as his. "Lets prep for lift off, make it snappy if you can..."

"Why certainly sir!" it chirped back.

He turned to the chiss in uniform. "You can go ahead and take that off now...assuming you have clothes on underneath...of course if you don't that wouldn't be so bad either I guess..." He gave a slight wink as he inhaled from his cigar, exhaling once more as he began to talk again. "According to the schematics, bathroom is two or three doors down the main hall to your left."