A Date With Spencer Jacobs

[Aran Finn]

The romantic tourist world of Mustafar...​

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Na'Varro had headed to Nar Kreeta to secure a Corusca gem from Lucien Cordel's personal stash. Why he hadn't just visited him on Skye and bought one in person was beyond him, but really, the bearded man had just wanted to get out of the house. He had not managed to secure the gem, which would have made a great crystal for the new lightsaber he was constructing. What he had managed to secure, however, was a date with @[member="Spencer Jacobs"] ... yes, that Spencer Jacobs. Fellow Arbiter of the Fringe, wife of his friend Ashin Varanin, vast repository of raw Force power. And he was now 3.8 million credits out of pocket. And then there was the whole placating @[member="Kitt Solo"] deal, making sure she didn't enter one of her destructive rages and challenge one of the most powerful known Force users in the galaxy to a kaggath. A universe of trouble, and he'd only had the best of intentions.

He'd done this because, well, you couldn't leave a bro hanging. Na'Varro was the kind of guy who thought spending credits for the company of a woman was lower than genocide ... so far, his rugged charm and "get things done" personality had served him well. Na'Varro's opinion of men who reverted to credits to get the attention of beautiful women was just as low ... he had seen Jacobs about to get served up to one of many desperate men (who had likely taken out hefty bank loans for the opportunity) and couldn't bring himself leave his friend's wife in their company. He'd done the honourable thing ... though Kitt wasn't entirely convinced ...

He'd dropped 3.8 mil on getting Jacobs out of trouble, so he might as well use it to get to know his co-Arbiter better. And learn a few tricks to save his life. So they'd come here on their way back. Mustafar. Lava pits and ash ... how romantic. Alen's lips curled up in a sarcastic grin.

Clad in red and white swimming trunks and flip-flops and with a blue beach towel slung over his shoulder, Na'Varro made his way down the rampway of the ship and headed towards the nearest pit of lava. A bit of sun would go down nicely ... maybe later he'd take a dip.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Auctions seemed to be the hottest thing on the...market. Spencer had lost a bet to a Hutt, which she learned quickly to never gamble against one or you're going to be on the market for a date. She had met someone interesting while she was there, so it wasn't completely a horrible time, but she was happy she was bought by someone sensible and not looking for a good time. Thinking about what Ashin would have done to the Hutt or to the person that purchased the date, Spencer was reminded of some of the times when Circe had taken advantage of Spencer's kindness. Which seemed to happen more often then not, though Spencer hadn't heard much from the green woman and decided not to worry.

The small ship landed on the ever changing landscape of Mustafar. She had been here only twice before, once nearly getting killed and the other she couldn't remember very well. Standing from the command chair of the Peregrine, she stretched and adjusted shirt she wore over her bathing suit. Contrary to popular demand, Spencer wore a one piece today her other bathing suit was for her wife only. Leaving the ship, she yawned and was suddenly hit with the heat from the lava. Glancing over, she noticed her fellow Fringer had arrived slightly before her. Walking over, she waved. This was the first time she would be interacting with Alen, she had heard much from Ashin about the man – which meant that Spencer trusted him just as much as Ashin did.

“I never really got to thanking you for helping me out at the auction. Lets just say I'll never be betting on pod races against a Hutt...oh about the money – I'm sure Ashin would pay you back she'd probably laugh knowing how much I went for.” Running her fingers through her blonde hair, she brushed it aside and laughed. “So what can I do for you [member="Alen Na'Varro"] to repay you?”

 

[Aran Finn]

Alen investigated a lava pit suspiciously. There was no telling what was down there ... after all, monsters were pretty much everywhere in this galaxy. In swamps, mud pits, clouds, caves, nebulae ... Na'Varro could deal with a monster or two, he just didn't like the thought of one nibbling at his toes was all. Cybernetic toes were kind of rubbery feeling; clearly, they hadn't worked out all the kinks yet. A prod on his mind with the Force suggested that Spencer approached. Her aura was a powerful beacon of light that no one could ignore. As she waved, the bearded man smiled and waved back.

"Lesson learned, eh?" Hutts were notoriously slippery operators, and most knew more about pods than anyone Alen knew. That is, they knew which pods were tampered with and which ones weren't. "Repayment isn't necessary, Spencer. Just a favour between friends is all. Though ... I wouldn't mind learning a thing or two that might save my life some day. If you could help me improve my skills in Tutaminis, I'd be obliged."

The bearded man smiled. They had come to the right place for it.

[member="Spencer Jacobs"]