The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Lords of the Expanse: Hunting Grounds...

[Pbartender]

Set speaks up, "Perhaps, Do you know where we could get some custom jewelry made on short notice. I'm actually looking for some specific. A pair of gold bracers, one with a built-in comlink/datapad?"

"No one I know of sells such a device," Hobbel replies, "though there are several gentlemen in town who could fashion something of a sort or specially order it... in a week or two, hrmmm?"

"Boy you best be fetchin' me somethin' less namby-pamby 'fore I get my hydroslicer and turn you Valara's newest headress!

"Now get ta hoppin!" he says loudly, clapping his hands together. He returns to the dressing room mumbling, "Sassafrassin ... tell you what ... dadgum ..."

"Sirrah," the tailor calmly retorts, "I am not a boy, and neither do I fetch nor hop. And if a lout such as yourself truly wishes to to turn me into a headdress of any kind, especially one suitable enough for the graceful Mistress Valara, I suspect it would take more than a foul-mouthed, knock-kneed, slack-jawed, lunk-headed, provincial Zabrak yokel armed with a 'hydroslicer'."

"I thought it suited you..."

"As did I..." the Mrlssti concurs.

"Perhaps something a trifle more subdued for the Zabrak? As for myself, you've done wonderfully. You'll be seeing me gain soon."

"If you insist, Madame Korden," Hobbel pulls a small remote control from his pocket. A twist of the knob, and Kaz's suit fades from its dazzlingly kaleidoscopic glory to dark charcoal grey with silvered trim and embroidery, and the Cadriaan crest upon the shoulders and right breast. "I really don't understand his complaint. It's what all the dashing young Barnaban rakes are wearing this year. And if anyone knows fashion in Tapani sector, it's House Barnaba, hrmmm?"

"Anyway, I have much work to do. Teaching the varlet a lesson in fine art of dueling would take far too much time than I have available. The nobles at the Vor-Cal, I trust, will have considerably more time to devote to such an endeavour, hrmmm?"

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Originally posted by Vor'en Kurn
<snip>"I wouldn't mind leaving either," says Vor'en, his hands working nervously around the handle of the bag containing his new clothing.<snip>

Sia-Lan jerked a thumb in Vor'en's direction. "See?! Poor solider boy is getting really nervous. Or maybe its that sexy outfit you've got on Valera that's doing the job -- wow." She thumped Set on the back of his head. "Why don't you get your head out of your own fashion disaster and say something to Val! Tell her how hot she is!" Then gave Dorn a matching thump. "And you, too! Don't you think Arani looks deeeee-vine?"

Folding her arms, she took a step back and surveyed Kaz's outfit. "I liked the rainbow one better," she surmised with a forlorn sigh full of wicked amusement before glancing at the other Jedi. "Sen, maybe you should trade the red belt for a rainbow one?"

"Well, Deel? Where are we off to now? Sky-surfing?"

Lots of hope shone in those blue eyes at the thought of engaging in one of her most favorite pastimes - the X-Games - basically any sport that was reckless, wild and absolutely crazy - the more exotic the better.

 

[Arani Korden]

"If you insist, Madame Korden," Hobbel pulls a small remote control from his pocket. A twist of the knob, and Kaz's suit fades from its dazzlingly kaleidoscopic glory to dark charcoal grey with silvered trim and embroidery, and the Cadriaan crest upon the shoulders and right breast. "I really don't understand his complaint. It's what all the dashing young Barnaban rakes are wearing this year. And if anyone knows fashion in Tapani sector, it's House Barnaba, hrmmm?"

Arani pulls Hobbel aside, and (quietly) says, "Please understand - no one is doubting your skills or insulting your handiwork. The outfit was perfect, but I don't think Kaz has the flair to do it justice. He's an excellent mechanic . . ."

 

[Set Harth]

Set jerks his head around to glare a Sia but is interrupted in the maneuver by the radiant vision of Valara. His jaw drops as his eyes roam over her silver bodysuit. Slowly his face turns a definite shade of pink. “Wow, Val I… I’m speechless. You look… Wow! I like it… I’m just not use to seeing girls dressed in anything but Jedi robes.” Set sighs as he continues to stare at Valara. “Wow” says Set softly.

 

[Kelko]

Kelko accepts his clothing as gratefully as he can. "Definitely not the worst work I've seen, Master Hobbel," he tells the avian as he eyes his image in a mirror. "Not too shabby at all." He stretches and is happy to find that he can still move in his full range of motion.

At the antics of Set, Valara and friends, Kelko points his snout straight upward, the Rodian equivalent of rolling his eyes. Humans and their hormones. This group has waaaaay too much of both.

After getting his uniform packed up and stowed in a bag, he stands by the door, ready to leave when everyone else is.

 

[Deel Surool]

"Very nice. And not a dress, I note. Think you can hunt in that?"[/i]

"No need to," answers Deel, pocketing his comlink, "I've just sent all your measurements over to the Outfitters. They'll have the ship stocked with everyt'ing you'll need for a big game hunt... And some things you don't."

"Ok...can we stop shopping now?" the young Jedi asked with a long martyred sigh. "I think if I have to look at another piece of clothing - I'm going to start doing some tailoring of my own with a lightsaber."

"I wouldn't mind leaving either," says Vor'en, his hands working nervously around the handle of the bag containing his new clothing.

"Yes, I agree. There is a suite of rooms reserved for you at the Royal Greenstalk. Follow me and I'll explain your errand for Lady Agatha along the way."

Arani pulls Hobbel aside, and (quietly) says, "Please understand - no one is doubting your skills or insulting your handiwork. The outfit was perfect, but I don't think Kaz has the flair to do it justice. He's an excellent mechanic . . ."

"Perhaps," Deel interjects in a low voice, "but you may wish to subdue more than his clothing before presenting him to 'polite' society... If you know what mean... And I think you do."

 

[Sen Udo-Mal]

Folding her arms, she took a step back and surveyed Kaz's outfit. "I liked the rainbow one better," she surmised with a forlorn sigh full of wicked amusement before glancing at the other Jedi. "Sen, maybe you should trade the red belt for a rainbow one?"

"Ah thank you Sia-Lan... but I think I will stick with the red one." Sen smiles thinking to himself Gods of Sky and Wind, I hope she does not want me to wear a hat also... He will then listen to Deel Surool and follow along, curious about the "mission".

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Sia-Lan walked along with the others but ended up drifting more and more into the back of the group as she gets distracted by every interesting thing they passed. Soon she's the last one, straggling behind the others, half-listening as Deel spoke to everyone.

Her hands clasped behind her back, the young Jedi whistles to herself, big blue eyes taking in her surrounding with insatiable curiousity and mischief. Every once in a while during her saunter, she does a little spin, sending her auburn hair fluffing in a gleaming swirl of golden red.

 

[Rorworr]

Rorworr takes a slightly different approach to Sia, striding ahead of the group, until something catches his interest, then pausing until the others catch up. He always stays within earshot of Deel, listening with interest to what he has to say.

 

[Kelko]

Kelko gives up on trying to match his stride with the Wookiee and instead just keeps up with the Twi'lek. He juggles the package he was holding under his arm for a moment before regaining his composure. "Alright Deel," he says grumpily, "feel free to fill us in on our little mission any time now. Preferably before the rest start pairing off again. As fun as the love-fests on the vids are, I feel it's just a little on the disconcerting side in person."