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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 8, 2008 14:27:42 GMT 1
A par of feet sticks out from one of the top hatches on one of the transport vessels, in a small hangar in the middle of the city. A low sound of hammering on metal can be heard, and also some times some sighing and swearing.
Ra'ya crawls out from her uncomfortable position, and is seen with some oil spots on her cheeks. She jumps down from the top of the ship and lands next to the sullustan, that asked her for her help.
"I've done what I can. But the ship's pretty much had it. Won't survive much longer."
She puts her tools back into the bag she's left on the ground. "My advice would be, to get rid of it soon, before it blow up. You can pay the usual way. See ya!"
She then turns and walks out in the city, hanging her bag over her shoulders. Wondering whether she should leave the planet now. Maybe go back to Nar Shaddaa.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 9, 2008 21:00:20 GMT 1
Not long after as she has entered the city, it starts to rain. As people runs from the streets to seek shelter from the poring rain, as the streets clears a tall dark figure just keeps walking, he is covered in a black cape with a hood, the shadows masking his face. He walks right into Ra'yas bag and then keeps on going.
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 9, 2008 22:14:58 GMT 1
Ra'ya turns as she feels someone walking into her, with a hand on her blaster.
She looks after the cloaked figure, who just keeps walking.
"Watch it, you!" she yells after him and starts to walk after him.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 9, 2008 22:54:05 GMT 1
The figure turns his head and looks over his shoulder at Ra'ya. Then starts to run.
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 9, 2008 23:01:13 GMT 1
"HEY!" Ra'ya starts to run after him, pushing several people aside in the fight to keep up with him, ignoring the protests that met her, while she's running after the figure.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 9, 2008 23:46:32 GMT 1
The stranger starts picking up speed as he runs, he seem to know the streets here well in the way he moves.
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 10, 2008 0:07:32 GMT 1
Ra'ya almost can't keep up with the stranger. He's faster than she is, and apparently knows his ways around the city streets.
Ignoring the rain and the little sticking pain that suddenly comes in her side, she keeps running. Something didn't seem right.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 10, 2008 11:54:29 GMT 1
The stranger runs a larges gamorrean and falls back on his butt and hit the ground with a splash of mud, as his hood falls down it and reveals a reddish brown mane. The gamorrean grunts at pulls the man up in his upper arm.
"Auw let go off me!" The man snarls
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 10, 2008 12:15:34 GMT 1
Ra'ya finally catches up with him and stops at the sight. She grins and approaches them. Knowing that her blaster won't do so much against the gamorean.
"Hey!" her attention turned to the gamorean. "I'm sure he didn't mean to bump into you. So why don't you just let go of him!"
Her tone is cold but firm.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 10, 2008 13:42:44 GMT 1
The gamorrean grunts and puts the male down, as it edges around Ra'ya, it belly brushes briefly against her side, smiles at her and looks at the male.
The man brushes the mud of his cloak and pant in a irritated manner.
"What?"
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 10, 2008 13:47:17 GMT 1
Ra'ya sighs and doesn't look at the gamorean but in another direction til he's gone.
"You're welcome!" Ra'ya says sarcastic, turning towards the stranger. "Even though," she sighs dramatically and crosses her arms across her chest. "you proably had everything under control."
She smiles at him teasingly.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 10, 2008 13:54:09 GMT 1
The Rain is poring down on the mans face and is dripping from the beard and he is wet and muddy, but yet he smiles.
"Arh correction I _have_ everything under control" he wave at her with a teacher like finger.
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 10, 2008 14:01:59 GMT 1
"Yeah right. Tell that to the pig over there." She nodds her head in the direction of the way the gamorean went.
"And don't point that finger at me." She throws er hand out after his and looks at him suspicious. "And why were you running away like that?"
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 10, 2008 14:04:52 GMT 1
The man smiles yet again, with a subtle hint of victory in it.
"I just did, and you just lost the game"
He crosses his arms in front of him.
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 10, 2008 14:11:07 GMT 1
Ra'ya raises her eyebrow and looks at him a little confused.
"I weren't told of any game. Oh, wait," she laughs a bit. "I only do what I want to do. And I haven't said yes to be a part of any game. Now, what was all that running for? Except for the fact that I just got a little exercise."
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 10, 2008 15:55:52 GMT 1
" This is not the kind of game that you volunteer for, you get picked, and he -"
He points in the direction of which the gamorrean went.
"He just picked you"
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 10, 2008 16:01:07 GMT 1
Ra'ya's smile fades. Her expression turns to confusion. She turns her head in the direction the gamorean went and back to the man in front of her.
"What are you talking about?"
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 10, 2008 16:05:39 GMT 1
"By the force! How thick are you"
He laughs out loud.
"That guy" He points after him again.
"He just picked your pocket missy"
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 10, 2008 16:12:22 GMT 1
Ra'ya frowns when he mentions the Force, but it's forgotten again. She turns to her jacket pocket and realises her wallet is gone.
She draws her blaster, not pointing it at the man, but just having it in it, at the ready if necessary.
"Very funny. But I'm afraid the prank's on you. I don't keep money or any thing of value in my pockets. That wallet is empty."
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 10, 2008 17:29:08 GMT 1
"The prank's on why, and why is that?, if it's on anyone, it must be him"
He points at the blaster.
"Oy put that away or you might end up hurting some there Missy"
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 10, 2008 17:34:37 GMT 1
"That may be. But I don't know you, so how can I not know that he's a buddy of yours? Seeing as you made me run after you and got off very easy. And now I'm a wallet short."
She doesn't pull the blaster back in the hulster, but she isn't pointing it at him either.
"This is Nal Hutta, in case you forgot. You can trust no one here."
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 10, 2008 17:42:07 GMT 1
"That depends on who you are trusting. take me for example I'm dishonest, so you can always trust that I'm dishonest, it's the honest one you have to look out for"
He point at the blaster again.
"Now if you would be so kind to put that thing away, it's dangerous"
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 10, 2008 17:48:06 GMT 1
Ra'ya frowns again. That sounded very familiar that sentence. Unsure, she puts her blaster back in its hulster, still with an eye on the stranger.
"Fine. Let it be like that then. Let's just go our seperate ways. Have a nice time here on this rock."
She starts to walk and moves past the man.
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 10, 2008 19:30:17 GMT 1
"Oh my holy lord, it's a miracle that you've survived on Nal Hutta."
He starts to walk after her.
"How did cha do that? A little mouth to something els? "
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 10, 2008 19:38:38 GMT 1
Ra'ya rolls her eyes and keeps walking.
"That's none of your business. I can take care of myself. I've done that as long as I can remember."
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 10, 2008 21:02:16 GMT 1
"Oh yeah, I can see that, really smooth way you handled getting robbed, really thumbs up little lady"
The young man trudge up besides her and puts a hand on her shoulder.
"Here, let me make it up to you, since it's proberly my fault you lost you wallet"
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 10, 2008 21:12:03 GMT 1
"Hey. I only lost a wallet. No money. So ... I really didn't get ... robbed ..." She shakes her head, while she realises, that in her own head it sounded like a really lame excuse.
When he puts a hand on she turns around and shakes it off. "Don't touch me!" she says with gritted teeth. "And it's only a wallet. It's not really that big a deal."
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 10, 2008 21:30:19 GMT 1
"Holy!" he withdraws his hand.
"Don't bit me hand of Missy, I'm just offering to buy you a drink"
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Post by Ra'ya Mantol on Aug 10, 2008 21:33:04 GMT 1
Ra'ya quiets her temper down and look at him questioning.
"A drink? Well ... all right. Just one."
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Post by Derek Arnau on Aug 10, 2008 21:41:45 GMT 1
"Yes a drink a god old solid one, that hits the feet away from under you, I could sure need it, i'm soaked to the bone"
The young man smiles.
"This way miss"
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