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

[Rorworr]

Rorworr comes out of his cabin carrying his bowcaster.

"You can never be too careful." He says as he slings the weapon over one shoulder. "Besides, it might stop anyone from challenging me to a duel."

He smiles at the assembled crew, looking hopeful. "So, shall we get some lunch?" He adjusts his 'Where the heck is Oasis Station' cap to a jaunty angle and heads out of the ship, making for the University.

 

[Sen Udo-Mal]

Rorworr comes out of his cabin carrying his bowcaster.

"You can never be too careful." He says as he slings the weapon over one shoulder. "Besides, it might stop anyone from challenging me to a duel."

Sen looks at his wookie friend and frowns somewhat, then he remembers that his light-saber is strapped to his belt, and he would feel almost lost without it. He smiles, shakes his head and looks back to Deel waiting to leave for lunch.

 

[Kelko]

"I don't think it will be as bad as you imagine. Dueling is an extraordinarily popular pasttime amongst the younger nobles of Tapani. All the high fashions, even the women's gowns, are designed with that in mind."

"You're right, it's not as bad as I imagined," Kelko concedes sarcastically. "When they stab us in the back here, it'll all be legal. Just what we need, to be on yet another planet where everyone has itchy trigger-fingers."

"First, to Giju-shen, a delightful little restaurant just down the street. The head cook there owes me quite a bit from a Sabacc game I won the other night, and I plan to collect in comestibles.

"Then, it's off to Hobbel's Haberdashery to select appropriate wardrobes courtesy of Lady Agatha. No of any importance in the sector will pay attention to unless you wear something a little less... shabby.

"Finally, we will retire to the Royal Greenstalk Hotel for an evening of rest and relaxation. You all look like you desperately need it.

"In the morning we travel on to Procopia."

"Then let's get going," the Rodian replies. "A good meals been a while in coming, if I've got any inkling, so point the way to the comestibles, I say. Coming, Arani?" He starts after Rorworr, whether the others decide to follow or not.

 

[Deel Surool]

Rorworr comes out of his cabin carrying his bowcaster.

"No need to hunt down our lunch today," Deel eyes the bowcaster, "Huomjo Mori at the Giju-Shen will take fine care of your delicate tastes, I assure you."

"You're right, it's not as bad as I imagined," Kelko concedes sarcastically. "When they stab us in the back here, it'll all be legal. Just what we need, to be on yet another planet where everyone has itchy trigger-fingers."

"In actuality, it's sword arms, not trigger fingers, more often than not."

"Then let's get going," the Rodian replies. "A good meals been a while in coming, if I've got any inkling, so point the way to the comestibles, I say. Coming, Arani?" He starts after Rorworr, whether the others decide to follow or not.

"Is everyone here then?" Deel counts heads and finds that they are not. "What a shame. I guess they shall have to forage for themselves or go hungry. Allow me to lead the way..." Deel walks off toward the doors to the turbolift.

 

[Dorn Tavers]

"Well, I'm not about to miss my chance at some real food!"

Just as Deel starts to depart, Dorn walks up, dressed in a fresh set of standard Jedi robes.

"Sorry I'm late. I thought I should change into something a little more formal for our stay here. I hope I haven't held anybody up."

Dorn notices Deel's attire and grins as he follows him toward the turbolift.

"Hello there, Deel. Nice hat. I thought I was dressing up when I put these robes on, but I don't have anything on you. I trust you've been doing well while we were off getting ships blown up around us and slogging our way across remote jungle planets?"

 

[Set Harth]

She takes Set's arm and jerks him off towards where Sia hd been heading. "We will go get her for lunch," she says not giving the arrogant Jedi boy a chance to argue before she tugs on him hard enough that he would fall if he didn't walk in her direction.

Set reacts quickly and gracefully. Putting on airs like its nothing unsual to escort Valara arm in arm, when actually his heartbeat just jumped into hyperspace and is well on its way to the other side of the galaxy.

Set glares at Sia when he see's her smirking back at him over her shoulder.

 

[Valara]

Taking Set's arm in hers she pulls him into a run trying to catch up with her wayward jedi friend. "I hope we don't miss lunch, that Deel person looks very interesting. Do you.. do you know what those tails were that were growing out of his head, they looked rather strange."

After a moment or two of running she calls out loudly to get the girls attention. "Sia, Lunch, come or we'll miss it." she yells, knowing her friend wont want to miss a meal, she was sorta like Zheev, and she gave those cute little Dhuvaal eyes when she wanted some food too.

 

[Arani Korden]

"Then let's get going," the Rodian replies. "A good meals been a while in coming, if I've got any inkling, so point the way to the comestibles, I say. Coming, Arani?" He starts after Rorworr, whether the others decide to follow or not.

Arani sweeps into the room, with Kaz in tow. "We're coming, we're coming. We just had to hang up on some people."

She will follow Deel to the restaraunt.

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Set glares at Sia when he see's her smirking back at him over her shoulder.

Originally posted by Valara
After a moment or two of running she calls out loudly to get the girls attention. "Sia, Lunch, come or we'll miss it." she yells

Sia-Lan glanced over at them from where she was already standing by the turbolift doors that Deel was currently headed for. Grinning she waved everyone over.

"Well! Get a move on then you slow pokes! I've seen Litherin Turtleworms move faster than you!" she calls out with a good-humored laugh.

Though at Set's expression, her auburn brows furrowed in slight confusion. What's with him? You're making eyes at the wrong person, Jedi-boy. At that she turned her back to them and studied the turbolift, wondering which floor led to very good eats.

 

[Deel Surool]

"Hello there, Deel. Nice hat. I thought I was dressing up when I put these robes on, but I don't have anything on you. I trust you've been doing well while we were off getting ships blown up around us and slogging our way across remote jungle planets?"

"Quite so, especially since I've arrived in Tapani," the Twi'lek elaborates as he strolls into turbolift, and taps the ground floor button once everyone piles in. "The sector is rife with Herglics, you see. Great hulking cetacean fellows. You can't miss them. As a species, they have a particular weakness for gambling and games of chance... They simply can't pass up a bet, no matter what the odds. Plus, not a single one of them can play with any skill."

The turbolift reaches the ground floor, and Deel steps out, leading the others through a lobby and out into a street. "That's why I'm not really worried about the Burn. I had planned on selling it anyway. But now, between my winnings and the insurance premuim, I should have enough to purchase another more suitable starship."

The street winds through the university's dormitories, class halls, laboratories and admintrative buildings carved from the immense bamboo greenstalks. Deel rounds a corner and gestures ahead to a restaurant with a holographic sign portraying assorted sea creatures swimming in circles around a large grinning whale-like head. "Ah! Here we are."