Private A better ride

[Nyaeli]

Location: Shuttle
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Rax Tremira

"This shuttle is a piece of junk," Nyaeli remarked as she looked around the interior from her seat inside the cockpit. While the ship was still fully functional and capable of bringing them from one point to another, it was also quite outdated. It lacked any weaponry to defend itself in tight situations, its shielding and armor were unreliable and it wasn't exactly fast and maneuverable either.

It was time for a serious upgrade.

"I know we likely lack the credits to get something better, but that shouldn't stop us. With this thing, we can't risk going anywhere..." she paused and looked over at Rax Tremira , who was in the pilot seat and either working on navigation or something else related to keeping this thing flying. "Are you even listening?" she asked as her eyes began to narrow at him for a moment. Her tone was just a little threatening, but she quickly settled back into her chair with a deep sigh.

"We need better transportation and maybe some extra supplies. What do you think?"

 

[Rax Tremira]

He had been biting his lip, thinking about his... recent visitor. Though, wouldn't bring it up to her. As green as Nyaeli was, whatever she lacked in experience she made up for in the will to act, and a certain savagery that he hadn't seen since... Well, himself. Though as of recent he was a puppy compared to what he was following Alina around. Well, that wasn't all true, he was just more... Reserved, now. Patient. Though it was yet to be seen if that made him more dangerous, or a fool.

The shuttle they were in was what he managed to steal from back when The Sith Order was a thing. He had flown it straight from their home world to Nar Shaddaa, and it had been in storage ever since. Though, here it seemed there was need to pull it out again. It was in disarray, and he couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about it, although if they were being completely honest, it was this blue girl's fault in the first place. If she would've tempered herself and had a conversation instead of jumping straight to a murderous display...

Again, why in the Feth was the kettle calling the pot black? He rubbed his palms along his face.

"This shuttle is a piece of junk,"

He very slowly, but deliberately looked from his palms, and tracked to lock his orbs onto her as she spoke, mouth slightly ajar as if he was trying to burn holes into her head. No Chit... was what he would've said, though he didn't.

Instead, he looked back forward, still trying to bring the life support systems online, but they weren't taking. Even worse, he had no idea what was wrong with them. He was hardly a mechanic. As such he had been using the age old, tried and true technique; turning it off, and turning it back on again.

It wasn't working...

If they were going to have a target on their back, they needed something with armor, or at least weaponr-...

"I know we likely lack the credits to get something better, but that shouldn't stop us. With this thing, we can't risk going anywhere..."

He smirked, inhaling a bit before leaning back in his seat in a dull anguish. This shuttle was a deathtrap for a soon to be fugitive, and he knew it. He hadn't even given Trixie the courtesy of a proper burial, though... A part of him didn't care in the slightest. He glanced at Nyaeli again, but didn't maintain the gaze. Moving to hunch forward and bite his lip.

"Are you even listening?"

"Mhhmm, every word..."

He mumbled, showing he was paying attention to her, though simply not responding.

"We need better transportation and maybe some extra supplies. What do you think?"

"I think... You're right. We ARE on Nar Shaddaa, Bounty Hunter central. Between the both us, we could probably take someone else's ship. Might be good to keep our body count low, if that's okay with you.."

He glanced over curiously on that note, clearly accusatory. Though, not judging, simply... Poking fun at her, it seemed. There were civilian transports that left the planet often. Some were big. Corvettes, and Frigates what have you. If they could take someone else's ship, the smartest move would've been to use their own identifiers to board, then get them changed later. Though, it still left them with a huge hole...

The ship... As he sat, he stared out he viewport, bits of rain beginning to drip onto the window when he saw it. The GS-90 flew by the front window, causing his head to spin as it passed, leaning forward and looking after it for a while until it landed a few spots down from where the shuttle had been tugged out too. That was tempting, though there were at least a dozen other options out here. There was only one way to know for sure what would be right for them.

"Come on, let's go shopping.."

He mumbled, tugging on the brim of his hoody to open it up a bit more. With that, he would stand and move to leave the shuttle, closing the door behind them although he doubted anyone was going to steal this thing.

Nyaeli

 

[Nyaeli]

Location: Shuttle
Attani Implant: Link!
Tag: Rax Tremira

"Mhhmm, every word..."

Nyaeli had been looking at him like she could kill him, but her expression softened a little at his answer, "Yeah, you better," she grinned at Rax and looked around, at her instruments and what was out there around their shuttle. Only when Rax spoke up again, her attention return to him and she shrugged.

"I think... You're right. We ARE on Nar Shaddaa, Bounty Hunter central. Between the both us, we could probably take someone else's ship. Might be good to keep our body count low, if that's okay with you.."

"How low the body count will depend on how much they resist," Nyaeli said, knowing that Rax was teasing her. Their first meeting had been a little bloody, and her fall to the Dark Side came with a rather significant body count as well. But she was Sith, and killing for the sake of killing was a waste of time, nor did she get any joy out of it.

Her mind was only focused on gaining more power for herself and Rax, and that meant the destruction of those who opposed it directly. Not the destruction of whoever she encountered. There was always use for those too weak to grab a position of power for themselves.

"But I do agree, it's better if we don't draw too much attention," she finally added to make sure he wouldn't get worried about her going on some kind of killing spree. "Let's hope, for their sakes, that this will be easy..." her eyes followed the GS-90 as it passed by, and quickly turned to Rax, who had been watching it as well.

It was definitely an upgrade from what they were sitting in currently.

"Come on, let's go shopping.."

Nyaeli grinned and adjusted her simple clothing before she got up and followed him outside into the streets filled with people and neon lights. As someone used to a small village, Nar Shaddaa was quite overwhelming and very annoying, so the sooner they got this over with, the sooner they'd be out of here.

"They're landing up ahead. I don't feel like being too stealthy... you want to knock?"