((Incomplete, started writing this during the last days of my RP in SWG...shout out to Cissie! ^_^))
The YT-2400 finished its orbit over Talus and made a beeline for Dearic. Narmu El’qui eased the controls back as he sent his transponder codes to CorSec command. “This is station Gamma, standby approach until we have confirmation of your code clearance.” Announced a dry voice over the comm. Narmu sighed and flipped the channel open again. “Copy control, Destiny shall maintain heading.” The Twi’lek turned to his passenger, only because she wanted nothing to do with the co-pilot’s seat and smiled. “You know the only reason why I’m doing this is because my contacts planet side insisted on me coming along.” He said as she looked up from her Lightning Rifle that was cleaner then a vacuum tube. “Sure that was it Narmu?” Cissie replied with a wink. “I could have sworn it was because of my never being able to beat you in Sabacc.” She finished with a chuckle. The Zabrak Mandolorian let her Lightning Rifle drop silently to the floor and moved from the passenger seat behind Narmu to the co-pilot’s seat next to him. “Well considering how there is no way to defeat you in Dejarik, I’ve gotta break even somehow.” Narmu said checking his flight controls and tapping the commlink impatiently.
“Freighter Destiny…this is control you are cleared to land in Dearic. Docking bay 74 is yours. Be sure to tip the ground crew Destiny, control out.” The mindless voice announced just as Narmu engaged the engines full throttle for a steep approach. “Hang onto your helmet…we need to make up for lost time.” He said with a playful smirk. Cissie gripped the arms of her seat a bit more not too happy with the sudden feeling that her intestines were creeping into her lungs. “Remind me to teach you the finer points of Tal Kyr’am…” she said through gritted teeth. The silhouette of the YT-2400 slipped through the cloud cover with little turbulence and Narmu took a brief scan of the central area of the main continent. The city of New Aldera in particular, it showed zero activity and registered as abandoned on the planetary report. Out of habit he almost vectored towards his old city but knew better than to alter course once he had confirmed his destination. Cissie not missing a beat poked him in the ribs with her lightning cannon as he landed the vessel smoothly. “There is nothing there for you now.” She said with a soft voice. Narmu laughed and stood up. “Yeah better to leave the past buried in that ghost town…”The starport hadn’t changed much in the years since he has come here. The familiar traffic of ships from all of Corel’s planets Drall, Selonia, Corellian, all quite visibly interacting with one another. Talus had continued stability thanks to its continued population that maintained heavy trade with the rest of the Core Worlds. Narmu folded his arms within his robes as he descended the ramp of his ship. Cissie not far behind him, helmet back on and cannon rifle slung over her shoulder. “Lets head to the cantina, Mort should be there already, downing his tenth drink of the day.” The Twi’lek said making his way towards the exit.
Dearic was as always serene in its metropolitan center. The many skyscrapers of the city hid the booming business’ that preferred to do business close but not actually on Corellia. With the hood draped over his head Narmu led Cissie through the many that walked the streets of the starport to the local cantina which was only a few short block away. The cantina itself had seen better days. Not that it had fallen into disrepair, but it hosted a fraction of the patrons Narmu remembered from the days he lived in New Aldera. A quick nod to Cissie revealed where Mort was. Drinking as he always was. “Fancy you’d show up here sooner or later El’qui. It was getting to quiet for my tastes.” The former Clone Trooper said without missing a beat. Narmu laughed and signaled the bartender to bring another bottle of whatever Mort was having. “Far be it from me to disappoint Mort…I’m in need of some information.” The Twi’lek asked with no hesitation, Cissie kept a close distance away, not at all comfortable in front of a living clone in front of her. “Umm, Order 66 ring a bell?” she had said to Narmu when he told her who his source was. He laughed and said Mort was well beyond that programming. She should stop being so Force insensitive about it.
Narmu slid a datapad in front of Mort and the veteran snorted as he read through the information on the screen. “This intel won’t come cheap Jedi…probably more expensive then your pretty little friend’s armor.” He finished pointing at the Mandolorian Zabrak. Narmu served himself a glass of liquor and refilled Mort’s glass, waving the snooping bartender away with a grin. “Since when has credits been an issue with me Mort…we’ll be staying at the Dearic Hotel. You know how to find me.” The Jedi took down the drink in one quick gulp and grimaced slightly. “How the hell can you drink this stuff?” Mort laughed and drank from his glass. “You were never a real drink El’qui…maybe your friend would like to try some?” At this Cissie perked up, walked over to the bottle and was probably running multiple scans on it using her helmet HUD. “I’d rather take my chances with web weaver venom then this…Narmu…about this “we” are staying at the hotel business…” Narmu was already walking out of the cantina smiling to himself as Cissie pounced after him with a purpose. “Hey!” The former clone trooper served himself another glass and watched the two walk out of the cantina. He lifted his glass in a mock salute. “Better watch your six with that one Jedi…”
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The YT-2400 finished its orbit over Talus and made a beeline for Dearic. Narmu El’qui eased the controls back as he sent his transponder codes to CorSec command. “This is station Gamma, standby approach until we have confirmation of your code clearance.” Announced a dry voice over the comm. Narmu sighed and flipped the channel open again. “Copy control, Destiny shall maintain heading.” The Twi’lek turned to his passenger, only because she wanted nothing to do with the co-pilot’s seat and smiled. “You know the only reason why I’m doing this is because my contacts planet side insisted on me coming along.” He said as she looked up from her Lightning Rifle that was cleaner then a vacuum tube. “Sure that was it Narmu?” Cissie replied with a wink. “I could have sworn it was because of my never being able to beat you in Sabacc.” She finished with a chuckle. The Zabrak Mandolorian let her Lightning Rifle drop silently to the floor and moved from the passenger seat behind Narmu to the co-pilot’s seat next to him. “Well considering how there is no way to defeat you in Dejarik, I’ve gotta break even somehow.” Narmu said checking his flight controls and tapping the commlink impatiently.
“Freighter Destiny…this is control you are cleared to land in Dearic. Docking bay 74 is yours. Be sure to tip the ground crew Destiny, control out.” The mindless voice announced just as Narmu engaged the engines full throttle for a steep approach. “Hang onto your helmet…we need to make up for lost time.” He said with a playful smirk. Cissie gripped the arms of her seat a bit more not too happy with the sudden feeling that her intestines were creeping into her lungs. “Remind me to teach you the finer points of Tal Kyr’am…” she said through gritted teeth. The silhouette of the YT-2400 slipped through the cloud cover with little turbulence and Narmu took a brief scan of the central area of the main continent. The city of New Aldera in particular, it showed zero activity and registered as abandoned on the planetary report. Out of habit he almost vectored towards his old city but knew better than to alter course once he had confirmed his destination. Cissie not missing a beat poked him in the ribs with her lightning cannon as he landed the vessel smoothly. “There is nothing there for you now.” She said with a soft voice. Narmu laughed and stood up. “Yeah better to leave the past buried in that ghost town…”The starport hadn’t changed much in the years since he has come here. The familiar traffic of ships from all of Corel’s planets Drall, Selonia, Corellian, all quite visibly interacting with one another. Talus had continued stability thanks to its continued population that maintained heavy trade with the rest of the Core Worlds. Narmu folded his arms within his robes as he descended the ramp of his ship. Cissie not far behind him, helmet back on and cannon rifle slung over her shoulder. “Lets head to the cantina, Mort should be there already, downing his tenth drink of the day.” The Twi’lek said making his way towards the exit.
Dearic was as always serene in its metropolitan center. The many skyscrapers of the city hid the booming business’ that preferred to do business close but not actually on Corellia. With the hood draped over his head Narmu led Cissie through the many that walked the streets of the starport to the local cantina which was only a few short block away. The cantina itself had seen better days. Not that it had fallen into disrepair, but it hosted a fraction of the patrons Narmu remembered from the days he lived in New Aldera. A quick nod to Cissie revealed where Mort was. Drinking as he always was. “Fancy you’d show up here sooner or later El’qui. It was getting to quiet for my tastes.” The former Clone Trooper said without missing a beat. Narmu laughed and signaled the bartender to bring another bottle of whatever Mort was having. “Far be it from me to disappoint Mort…I’m in need of some information.” The Twi’lek asked with no hesitation, Cissie kept a close distance away, not at all comfortable in front of a living clone in front of her. “Umm, Order 66 ring a bell?” she had said to Narmu when he told her who his source was. He laughed and said Mort was well beyond that programming. She should stop being so Force insensitive about it.
Narmu slid a datapad in front of Mort and the veteran snorted as he read through the information on the screen. “This intel won’t come cheap Jedi…probably more expensive then your pretty little friend’s armor.” He finished pointing at the Mandolorian Zabrak. Narmu served himself a glass of liquor and refilled Mort’s glass, waving the snooping bartender away with a grin. “Since when has credits been an issue with me Mort…we’ll be staying at the Dearic Hotel. You know how to find me.” The Jedi took down the drink in one quick gulp and grimaced slightly. “How the hell can you drink this stuff?” Mort laughed and drank from his glass. “You were never a real drink El’qui…maybe your friend would like to try some?” At this Cissie perked up, walked over to the bottle and was probably running multiple scans on it using her helmet HUD. “I’d rather take my chances with web weaver venom then this…Narmu…about this “we” are staying at the hotel business…” Narmu was already walking out of the cantina smiling to himself as Cissie pounced after him with a purpose. “Hey!” The former clone trooper served himself another glass and watched the two walk out of the cantina. He lifted his glass in a mock salute. “Better watch your six with that one Jedi…”
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