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Post by Sankichi Samaya on Dec 10, 2009 18:04:30 GMT -7
She made a pathetic little whimpering noise, kind of like an "aww" but more pitiful. But, before he needed to crouch, she simply slipped off, deliberately. She landed beside him, thinking about other Jedi. Some would likely be more awkward than him... She'd need to find someone who was comfortable with her physical nature, hopefully someone with one of their own. "Well, if you want me to be looking for planets... I can go, but I'll need a transport ship, one that can get me to Naboo. Or, I could stay here, if I can help you?"
The leaned back as she walked, ruffling her hair with her right hand, her other hand beside her lightsaber, in her pants pocket. "Oh, and if you can get me off the planet at all, I can probably pull myself along from there."
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Post by Eaon on Dec 10, 2009 18:11:42 GMT -7
"I'm afraid I lack Ships right now other than a Freighter you may have if you wish to leave the planet. Otherwise do what you must do to survive. Of course you still have the option to stay here as long as you wish. While it's not much this is our Sanctuary." Eaon said as he stood up and walked across the room taking a seat on a couch that had been there.
As Eaon sat there waiting, a local from the droid factories entered and bowed before Eaon. This was a young Zabrak Female, who was dressed rather nice, which made Eaon wonder what the conditions of their last hostile take overs were to where they got dressed up to talk to someone surviving on their planet. "Sir, 7800 Droids have been completed as well as twenty Vulture droids, we can expect an increase in numbers before long.'
Eaon thanked the woman and she bowed again before she left, the formalities here were quiet surprising most people where usually rude to people who steal their planets by Military means, but what did Eaon know after all? Besides maybe they were Freedom, maybe more people missed Democracy.
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Post by Sankichi Samaya on Dec 10, 2009 18:25:18 GMT -7
She continued to rub the back of her head, messing with her hair a bit. It looked cute though, so it was fine. 'I can stay here, and possibly deep fry myself in this wasteland... Or I'm off to Naboo.' She studied her options carefully. It had been a while since she'd seen Lira, but she had been contacted by her... But it would take some convincing. Of herself, at the least. She wasn't one to run a crew. And Lira would probably need to be bailed out of something, considering she was on a planet such as Naboo. Normally, she'd be in space, or Coruscant maybe... Somewhere populated. She'd only met her by chance on Tattooine.
'...Yeah, I'm going to Naboo. Stupid Sankichi, you idiot... Oh what the hell?' Another mess to get into. Sounded fun. "I suppose I'll be needing your freighter. I'll try and get it back here in one piece, 'kay?" She said, joking at him, once the woman left. "Certainly looks like we're getting somewhere, though. How long has this place been running, anyways?" She was probably going to have to leave soon. And she didn't have a partner. Lira it was, then. At least she knew her well enough. She'd have to watch those brain tails, though.
"Oh, and also, any planets in particular you wanted? It looks like I'll be scouting around, so I might as well have a target."
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Post by Eaon on Dec 10, 2009 18:31:59 GMT -7
"Just survive is all you need to do. Here's a Comm, report to us if you need any help." Eaon said pulling a comm out of his pocket and throwing it to her. Eaon himself needed a change of clothes, it had occurred to him that he'd been wearing essentially the same outfit since he'd left Coruscant, it was time for a change.
Eaon made his way from the Observation room down several stories to his own personal room and pulled open his closet. Eaon stripped down once the door shut and dressed in his old Jedi Robes from before Order Sixty Six. Eaon was a Criminal now, it was time he dressed like one, he was proud to be a Jedi and with an ally like the force he couldn't lose this war.
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Post by Sankichi Samaya on Dec 10, 2009 18:39:19 GMT -7
She laughed, catching the communications. "Alright, then. I guess I'll see you around, hun. Bye, Eaon!" She called the last part, as they walked opposite directions. She spun it in her hand, pocketing it quickly. With that, she walked off. Then, she realized she hadn't asked where the ship was... She turned, opening her mouth, before realizing she'd been dropped off in it. Which meant ID10T was probably still in it. Great.
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As she sat down in the pilots' seat of the vessel, she looked around quickly- she didn't see RK. But, he was probably somewhere else in the ship, if on it at all. She quickly figured out the controls, before picking up the intercom. "Dear droids, workers, and any other services of the Democracy - we are taking off. Deal with it." With that, she put it down again, and moved to program the ship for Naboo...
[Exit]
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