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<blockquote data-quote="ragboy" data-source="post: 1689660" data-attributes="member: 4151"><p><em>rgb - Thanks, linnorm and any lurkers! </em> </p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-</p><p>“Well, he’ll have some contracts drawn up in the morning, but there aren’t any runs out for a week or more,” Arani said, reclining on a chaise lounge. Like the rest of the furniture in their room, it looked to be made for another species. “I talked to my creditors, and Thune vouched for me, so that bought me a little time.”</p><p></p><p>“What do we do until then?” Rann said pacing the room like a caged blistmok lizard. </p><p></p><p>“Patience, Rann,” Sia-Lann said. “We can contact the Council and relax for a while. </p><p></p><p>“The good news, for you anyway, is that the run is to Coruscant,” Arani said. “Thune said he’d have us a comm connection in the morning.”</p><p></p><p>“Perfect,” Rann said as he perched on a piece of furniture that looked like a broken-backed shaak. “So we just sit around?”</p><p></p><p>Arani flipped a Piranell City credit chip across the floating stone disk that they used as a table. </p><p></p><p>“Live it up, Padawan,” she drawled, trying to get comfortable. “You ain’t never been to a real city before.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ve been to cities...plenty of them.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m not talking about the dreamy little burgs on Naboo.” Arani said, closing her eyes. </p><p></p><p>Sia-Lann laughed. </p><p></p><p>“Theed’s a city,” Rann said, snatching the credit chip. “A big one.”</p><p></p><p>“Where’s Toba?” Sia-Lann asked, as she stood and stretched.</p><p></p><p>“He’s doing something for me,” Arani grumbled, her head under a pillow striped with some alien predator’s fur. </p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p><p></p><p>The Bartela casino on the outskirts of Piranell City lit the desolate Benelli Prime landscape like a lantern in a graveyard. Jumpcabs darted around the place, entering and leaving various landing ports and platforms that dotted the massive structure.</p><p></p><p> “Looks like a fortress,” Sia-Lann said as they approached. </p><p></p><p> “Used to be, little lady,” the Balosar jumpcabbie said over his shoulder. “Back before the cartels, this was a junta world. One of the last of the hold-outs before the Republic smashed them!” His hands were off the controls gesticulating wildly. </p><p></p><p> Both Jedi fought to remain calm as the Balosar’s antenna quivered. The cab dipped at a dangerous angle and coasted to a smooth stop on the fiftieth level landing platform. </p><p></p><p> “Twenty creds, folks,” the cabby said. </p><p></p><p> “We have this,” Rann said, holding up the credit chip. </p><p></p><p> “Good enough,” he piped. “Just run it through back there.” </p><p></p><p> Rann pushed the credit chip into the slot set in the back of the driver’s seat, and gestured to Sia-Lann to go.</p><p></p><p> “Tip him,” she said, quietly.</p><p></p><p> “What?”</p><p></p><p> “Give him a little extra,” she mouthed.</p><p></p><p> “Why?” Rann said a little too loudly. “He said twenty.”</p><p></p><p> The cabby glared over his shoulder.</p><p></p><p> Sia-Lann gently took the chip and keyed in a modest tip. </p><p></p><p> “Sorry, sir,” she said, sticking her head back in the cab. “We’re not from around here.” She pulled her protesting companion from the cab.</p><p></p><p> “You coulda fooled me.” The Balosar grinned and sped away.</p><p></p><p> “You paid him more than he asked? Who’s the yokel, now?”</p><p></p><p> “Rann. We’re in the city. Did you spend all your study time buried in Master Weu-Lun’s ancient texts?”</p><p></p><p> The Jedi stood on the landing platform, his hands held wide, as Sia-Lann walked into the casino, shaking her head.</p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p><p></p><p> “<em>Pashka</em> to the lady!” the table man exclaimed amid the cheers of the spectators.</p><p></p><p> Sia-Lann allowed a pleased smile, but held her hands beside her lest she clap like a fool. </p><p></p><p> The blue-skinned table man scooped up the strange glowing devices, and then slid a handful of chips her way. Rann caught an almost imperceptible gesture from the man. He nudged Sia-Lann.</p><p></p><p> He’s done something to those...things, Rann thought to her.</p><p></p><p> Guess our time is up, she thought back.</p><p></p><p> “Another go, missy?” the table man said, holding out the devices again. </p><p></p><p> “I think we are done, sir,” she said with a wink and flipped a 100 credit chip his way. </p><p></p><p> The man bowed, but she could see his mouth was a straight line. </p><p></p><p> “He was about to win back his money,” Rann said.</p><p></p><p> “Very perceptive, young Padawan,” Sia-Lann said. </p><p></p><p> “Funny. Weu-Lun would have scolded you for being high-handed.”</p><p></p><p> “Weu-Lun would have never allowed us within a parsec of this place.”</p><p></p><p> “True.”</p><p></p><p>Rann went rigid. "We have to go now, Sia," he said close to her ear. </p><p></p><p>"I wanted to try another game," she murmured.</p><p></p><p>"Look." He grabbed her shoulders and pivoted her toward the front door to the casino room. </p><p></p><p>A bat-eared humanoid stood with the room boss, gesticulating at a datapad. </p><p></p><p>"How do you know he's looking for us?" Sia said, frustrated. "I'm up like 2000 credits here." </p><p></p><p>"Use the Force, <em>Padawan</em>," Rann growled. </p><p></p><p>"Very funny."</p><p></p><p>The room boss <em>is</em> looking our way, she thought. </p><p></p><p>"Blast," she said, shoveling the coin sized datachips into her pocket.</p><p></p><p>The Jedi moved quickly behind a group of towering Wookies roaring at the Flume tables by the side door. In the hallway, several unsavory looking characters slouched by the turbolift. Rann pulled Sia behind him and walked toward them confidently. A massively fat Quarren swung his tentacled visage toward them. </p><p></p><p>"It's them," he burbled. "Get V'lick." </p><p></p><p>"V'lick doesn't want us," Rann said, stopping just out of reach and raising his hand before the Quarren's face. </p><p></p><p>"Of course he does," the Quarren growled, pulling his heavy blaster. "Dern, Slig, get the girl." </p><p></p><p>"You were never any good at that," Sia said, sliding up beside her companion. </p><p></p><p>Rann MOVED, igniting his lightsaber and slashing out at the Quarren's blaster. It exploded, and the creature went down, wailing at his missing fingers. </p><p></p><p>"Rann! You could have let me try!" Sia-Lann fired her blade, holding off the two Aqualish assailants. "Drop your weapons." </p><p></p><p>Both of the spider-faced thugs dropped their blasters and backed away. The hallway suddenly erupted with blaster fire, exploding on the walls around the two young Jedi. </p><p></p><p>"Come on, come on," Rann yelled. He thumbed the lift button again then deflected a blaster bolt into the floor. </p><p></p><p>The doors slid open behind him. </p><p></p><p>"Go, go!" Sia-Lann called, pushing him into the turbolift.</p><p></p><p>Rann jammed a random floor and the door-close button at the same time. The door slammed shut and the turbolift dropped. He heard Sia-Lann gasp and her lightsaber deactivate. A startled group of Bish musicians clustered in the back of the lift clutching their instruments.</p><p></p><p>"Sorry for the trouble," Sia-Lann said, sweetly. "Where are you guys playing, tonight?"</p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p><p></p><p>"Thanking you, come again!" Toba said without looking up from the protocol droid head he was repairing. </p><p></p><p>He increased the datascope’s magnification, scanning the obvious patches of discoloration on the voice transfer circuits. </p><p></p><p>"This droid be fried," the Gungan said. </p><p></p><p>"You!" a gruff, digitized voice said close to his face.</p><p></p><p>Toba started, throwing droid parts and tools across the counter.</p><p></p><p>"You scarin' me..." He looked at the customer and froze. The humanoid was covered in shiny battle armor, its face concealed behind a scarred helmet.</p><p></p><p>"Does this shop do computer repair?" the man said, ignoring Toba's small talk. </p><p></p><p>Something about his posture gave Toba an uneasy feeling. He flipped the datascope off and slid it away from his eye, examining the soldier more closely. </p><p></p><p>"Speak up!" the man barked.</p><p></p><p>"Sure, but we fixing droids mostly," the Gungan said. </p><p></p><p>There. The soldier's blaster was of the same manufacture as the Trade Fed battle droids.</p><p></p><p>The man slapped a datapad on the counter. Well, most of a datapad. The central screen had a hole melted through it and the input interface was gone.</p><p></p><p>"I need the data off of this," the soldier continued. "Today. And no questions asked." </p><p></p><p>"What bein' on it?" Toba asked, scooping up the computer.</p><p></p><p>"I said, no questions asked." The man's voice dropped into an annoyed growl. </p><p></p><p>"Sorry. I just needing to know if you want everything off or just some of the data," Toba said, cringing. "Sometimes can't getting everything off." </p><p></p><p>"Get as much as you can." The soldier flipped a credit chip to the Gungan and walked out the door.</p><p></p><p>Tliz Fan, the shop owner, called from the back room. "What was that, Toba?"</p><p></p><p>"Don't know." He returned to the protocol droid. "Wanting data off a datapad." </p><p></p><p>Fan, a hunched older man in a shabby smock, struggled out of the stock room dragging a heavy case. </p><p></p><p>"Your working out real nice," Fan said, heaving the case onto the counter with a grunt. "When you say you and your friends are leaving?"</p><p></p><p>"Not knowing, really," Toba said, distractedly. "Soon, though." </p><p></p><p>"Well, I could use you around here," the man said, untangling phalangal units from a mass of wiring. "I don't think I've made this much money in a day for the last twenty years." </p><p></p><p>-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-</p><p></p><p>The Jedi rushed out of the elevator on the twentieth floor and ducked through the milling crowd. Sia-Lann glanced at her datapad. </p><p></p><p>"There's a walkway down into the city over there," she said. </p><p></p><p>Rann looked over his shoulder and still saw no pursuit. They pushed through the glass exit doors and ran down the mobile walkway. Hundreds of aircars crisscrossed the sky in evenly spaced lanes while the lights of Piranell's entertainment district flashed below them. After a few minutes of worry, they relaxed. </p><p></p><p>"It just doesn't make sense," Sia said. "Why would anyone care about you and me?" </p><p></p><p>"Everyone seems to be after you," Rann said, keeping an eye on the casino, now receding in the distance. "Never knew you were so popular, galaxy-wide."</p><p></p><p>"It's more than that, though," she said. "When those soldiers and Jedi struck our house, they didn't seem to be looking for anything. They just blew the place and moved on. Why are they looking for us now? And with dark Jedi and common criminals? Two different systems." </p><p></p><p>"Do we have something they want?" Rann asked, shrugging for his own answer. </p><p></p><p>"All we have is us," she answered, eyes widening as the lower levels of Piranell City came into view. </p><p></p><p>Streets crowded with all manner of tourists, beggars, traders, and layabouts stretched before them in a frenzy of flashing signs and advertisements. In just a few moments, the two provincials saw more than they'd ever seen on Naboo. Bar fights spilled into the street, various species engaged in various strange rituals on every street corner, and through all of this zipped aircars, jumpcabs, swoop bikes and even a few winged species. </p><p></p><p>"This is not good," Sia-Lann said, trying to look everywhere at once. "We should find a cab, fast." </p><p></p><p>As they stepped off of the walkway, several heads turned their way, making both Jedi even more nervous. Cabs zipped by, ignoring Rann's raised hand. As nonchalantly as possible, they threaded their way through the crowd trying to watch everyone. Suddenly a greasy arm emerged from what looked like a trash heap at Sia-Lann's feet and snatched her hand in a powerful grip. Barely maintaining her composure, Sia-Lann stepped back, holding her other hand across Rann's arm as he reached for his lightsaber. </p><p></p><p>"Not a good idea," she whispered. </p><p></p><p>A dirty, wrinkled face emerged from the pile of ragged clothes. The old woman's frizzy wild hair rocked in the fetid breeze. </p><p></p><p>"Jedi," she rasped, her piggy eyes opening. "You hold a great pain in your heart."</p><p></p><p>"What do you know about it?" Sia-Lann said, shrilly, pulling at her hand. </p><p></p><p>The woman drew her nearer; her breath reeking of stale deathsticks and fried Glern liver. </p><p></p><p>"Not so loud, young one," she said, seemingly staring at nothing. "There are forces on your trail that cannot be stopped."</p><p></p><p>Sia-Lann realized that the woman was blind.</p><p></p><p>"Give her a couple of credits and let's keep moving, Sia," Rann said, returning to his nervous survey of the milling crowd. </p><p></p><p>"I do not require your money, Jedi," the woman said sharply, then continued in a distracted tone. "Sia-Lann Wezz is the one that needs help." </p><p></p><p>"Oh, poodou," Rann said, both at the woman’s pronouncement and the head of a Quarren just coming into view on the mobile walkway above them.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ragboy, post: 1689660, member: 4151"] [I]rgb - Thanks, linnorm and any lurkers! [/I] -=-=-=-=- “Well, he’ll have some contracts drawn up in the morning, but there aren’t any runs out for a week or more,” Arani said, reclining on a chaise lounge. Like the rest of the furniture in their room, it looked to be made for another species. “I talked to my creditors, and Thune vouched for me, so that bought me a little time.” “What do we do until then?” Rann said pacing the room like a caged blistmok lizard. “Patience, Rann,” Sia-Lann said. “We can contact the Council and relax for a while. “The good news, for you anyway, is that the run is to Coruscant,” Arani said. “Thune said he’d have us a comm connection in the morning.” “Perfect,” Rann said as he perched on a piece of furniture that looked like a broken-backed shaak. “So we just sit around?” Arani flipped a Piranell City credit chip across the floating stone disk that they used as a table. “Live it up, Padawan,” she drawled, trying to get comfortable. “You ain’t never been to a real city before.” “I’ve been to cities...plenty of them.” “I’m not talking about the dreamy little burgs on Naboo.” Arani said, closing her eyes. Sia-Lann laughed. “Theed’s a city,” Rann said, snatching the credit chip. “A big one.” “Where’s Toba?” Sia-Lann asked, as she stood and stretched. “He’s doing something for me,” Arani grumbled, her head under a pillow striped with some alien predator’s fur. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Bartela casino on the outskirts of Piranell City lit the desolate Benelli Prime landscape like a lantern in a graveyard. Jumpcabs darted around the place, entering and leaving various landing ports and platforms that dotted the massive structure. “Looks like a fortress,” Sia-Lann said as they approached. “Used to be, little lady,” the Balosar jumpcabbie said over his shoulder. “Back before the cartels, this was a junta world. One of the last of the hold-outs before the Republic smashed them!” His hands were off the controls gesticulating wildly. Both Jedi fought to remain calm as the Balosar’s antenna quivered. The cab dipped at a dangerous angle and coasted to a smooth stop on the fiftieth level landing platform. “Twenty creds, folks,” the cabby said. “We have this,” Rann said, holding up the credit chip. “Good enough,” he piped. “Just run it through back there.” Rann pushed the credit chip into the slot set in the back of the driver’s seat, and gestured to Sia-Lann to go. “Tip him,” she said, quietly. “What?” “Give him a little extra,” she mouthed. “Why?” Rann said a little too loudly. “He said twenty.” The cabby glared over his shoulder. Sia-Lann gently took the chip and keyed in a modest tip. “Sorry, sir,” she said, sticking her head back in the cab. “We’re not from around here.” She pulled her protesting companion from the cab. “You coulda fooled me.” The Balosar grinned and sped away. “You paid him more than he asked? Who’s the yokel, now?” “Rann. We’re in the city. Did you spend all your study time buried in Master Weu-Lun’s ancient texts?” The Jedi stood on the landing platform, his hands held wide, as Sia-Lann walked into the casino, shaking her head. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- “[I]Pashka[/I] to the lady!” the table man exclaimed amid the cheers of the spectators. Sia-Lann allowed a pleased smile, but held her hands beside her lest she clap like a fool. The blue-skinned table man scooped up the strange glowing devices, and then slid a handful of chips her way. Rann caught an almost imperceptible gesture from the man. He nudged Sia-Lann. He’s done something to those...things, Rann thought to her. Guess our time is up, she thought back. “Another go, missy?” the table man said, holding out the devices again. “I think we are done, sir,” she said with a wink and flipped a 100 credit chip his way. The man bowed, but she could see his mouth was a straight line. “He was about to win back his money,” Rann said. “Very perceptive, young Padawan,” Sia-Lann said. “Funny. Weu-Lun would have scolded you for being high-handed.” “Weu-Lun would have never allowed us within a parsec of this place.” “True.” Rann went rigid. "We have to go now, Sia," he said close to her ear. "I wanted to try another game," she murmured. "Look." He grabbed her shoulders and pivoted her toward the front door to the casino room. A bat-eared humanoid stood with the room boss, gesticulating at a datapad. "How do you know he's looking for us?" Sia said, frustrated. "I'm up like 2000 credits here." "Use the Force, [I]Padawan[/I]," Rann growled. "Very funny." The room boss [I]is[/I] looking our way, she thought. "Blast," she said, shoveling the coin sized datachips into her pocket. The Jedi moved quickly behind a group of towering Wookies roaring at the Flume tables by the side door. In the hallway, several unsavory looking characters slouched by the turbolift. Rann pulled Sia behind him and walked toward them confidently. A massively fat Quarren swung his tentacled visage toward them. "It's them," he burbled. "Get V'lick." "V'lick doesn't want us," Rann said, stopping just out of reach and raising his hand before the Quarren's face. "Of course he does," the Quarren growled, pulling his heavy blaster. "Dern, Slig, get the girl." "You were never any good at that," Sia said, sliding up beside her companion. Rann MOVED, igniting his lightsaber and slashing out at the Quarren's blaster. It exploded, and the creature went down, wailing at his missing fingers. "Rann! You could have let me try!" Sia-Lann fired her blade, holding off the two Aqualish assailants. "Drop your weapons." Both of the spider-faced thugs dropped their blasters and backed away. The hallway suddenly erupted with blaster fire, exploding on the walls around the two young Jedi. "Come on, come on," Rann yelled. He thumbed the lift button again then deflected a blaster bolt into the floor. The doors slid open behind him. "Go, go!" Sia-Lann called, pushing him into the turbolift. Rann jammed a random floor and the door-close button at the same time. The door slammed shut and the turbolift dropped. He heard Sia-Lann gasp and her lightsaber deactivate. A startled group of Bish musicians clustered in the back of the lift clutching their instruments. "Sorry for the trouble," Sia-Lann said, sweetly. "Where are you guys playing, tonight?" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Thanking you, come again!" Toba said without looking up from the protocol droid head he was repairing. He increased the datascope’s magnification, scanning the obvious patches of discoloration on the voice transfer circuits. "This droid be fried," the Gungan said. "You!" a gruff, digitized voice said close to his face. Toba started, throwing droid parts and tools across the counter. "You scarin' me..." He looked at the customer and froze. The humanoid was covered in shiny battle armor, its face concealed behind a scarred helmet. "Does this shop do computer repair?" the man said, ignoring Toba's small talk. Something about his posture gave Toba an uneasy feeling. He flipped the datascope off and slid it away from his eye, examining the soldier more closely. "Speak up!" the man barked. "Sure, but we fixing droids mostly," the Gungan said. There. The soldier's blaster was of the same manufacture as the Trade Fed battle droids. The man slapped a datapad on the counter. Well, most of a datapad. The central screen had a hole melted through it and the input interface was gone. "I need the data off of this," the soldier continued. "Today. And no questions asked." "What bein' on it?" Toba asked, scooping up the computer. "I said, no questions asked." The man's voice dropped into an annoyed growl. "Sorry. I just needing to know if you want everything off or just some of the data," Toba said, cringing. "Sometimes can't getting everything off." "Get as much as you can." The soldier flipped a credit chip to the Gungan and walked out the door. Tliz Fan, the shop owner, called from the back room. "What was that, Toba?" "Don't know." He returned to the protocol droid. "Wanting data off a datapad." Fan, a hunched older man in a shabby smock, struggled out of the stock room dragging a heavy case. "Your working out real nice," Fan said, heaving the case onto the counter with a grunt. "When you say you and your friends are leaving?" "Not knowing, really," Toba said, distractedly. "Soon, though." "Well, I could use you around here," the man said, untangling phalangal units from a mass of wiring. "I don't think I've made this much money in a day for the last twenty years." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Jedi rushed out of the elevator on the twentieth floor and ducked through the milling crowd. Sia-Lann glanced at her datapad. "There's a walkway down into the city over there," she said. Rann looked over his shoulder and still saw no pursuit. They pushed through the glass exit doors and ran down the mobile walkway. Hundreds of aircars crisscrossed the sky in evenly spaced lanes while the lights of Piranell's entertainment district flashed below them. After a few minutes of worry, they relaxed. "It just doesn't make sense," Sia said. "Why would anyone care about you and me?" "Everyone seems to be after you," Rann said, keeping an eye on the casino, now receding in the distance. "Never knew you were so popular, galaxy-wide." "It's more than that, though," she said. "When those soldiers and Jedi struck our house, they didn't seem to be looking for anything. They just blew the place and moved on. Why are they looking for us now? And with dark Jedi and common criminals? Two different systems." "Do we have something they want?" Rann asked, shrugging for his own answer. "All we have is us," she answered, eyes widening as the lower levels of Piranell City came into view. Streets crowded with all manner of tourists, beggars, traders, and layabouts stretched before them in a frenzy of flashing signs and advertisements. In just a few moments, the two provincials saw more than they'd ever seen on Naboo. Bar fights spilled into the street, various species engaged in various strange rituals on every street corner, and through all of this zipped aircars, jumpcabs, swoop bikes and even a few winged species. "This is not good," Sia-Lann said, trying to look everywhere at once. "We should find a cab, fast." As they stepped off of the walkway, several heads turned their way, making both Jedi even more nervous. Cabs zipped by, ignoring Rann's raised hand. As nonchalantly as possible, they threaded their way through the crowd trying to watch everyone. Suddenly a greasy arm emerged from what looked like a trash heap at Sia-Lann's feet and snatched her hand in a powerful grip. Barely maintaining her composure, Sia-Lann stepped back, holding her other hand across Rann's arm as he reached for his lightsaber. "Not a good idea," she whispered. A dirty, wrinkled face emerged from the pile of ragged clothes. The old woman's frizzy wild hair rocked in the fetid breeze. "Jedi," she rasped, her piggy eyes opening. "You hold a great pain in your heart." "What do you know about it?" Sia-Lann said, shrilly, pulling at her hand. The woman drew her nearer; her breath reeking of stale deathsticks and fried Glern liver. "Not so loud, young one," she said, seemingly staring at nothing. "There are forces on your trail that cannot be stopped." Sia-Lann realized that the woman was blind. "Give her a couple of credits and let's keep moving, Sia," Rann said, returning to his nervous survey of the milling crowd. "I do not require your money, Jedi," the woman said sharply, then continued in a distracted tone. "Sia-Lann Wezz is the one that needs help." "Oh, poodou," Rann said, both at the woman’s pronouncement and the head of a Quarren just coming into view on the mobile walkway above them. [/QUOTE]
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