Private A dockside investigation

[Dagos Terrek]

Jedi padawaan Dagos Terrek moved through the Commenor spaceport at the speed of someone with somewhere to be but nowhere to go. His pace had purpose without being brisk but remained laid back without being lazy. A skill only practiced loiterers learned. Hardly anyone paid a second glance to the young Koruuni as he strode by. Most would of assumed he was crew on one of the ships from the way he seemingly knew exactly where he was going and beyond that he did not dress like Jedi. No. Robes and tunics with those flimy ass boots, that was not his style.

He wore red-soled black ronto leather boots and gloves to match, a pair of suspiciously worn in black denim jeans with the kind of wear and tear that looked oddly purposeful and a suspiciously clean white long sleeve shirt that was far too not worn in to match his pants if he really were a deckhand. Those however were details and people cared curiously little about details.

Dagos for his part on this day was all about the details. He was on a mission and part of that mission was to find somebody suspicious. No easy feat that but if one were to find a suspicious character here on Commenor, it would be at the spaceport. Like nearly every port it was full of colorful and interesting characters, many of whom, he assumed, would be of a less than moral disposition. He thought a couple of Weequay looked eerily familiar to a couple poachers he had helped put behind bars but they were just drunk. That’s when it hit him. If he wanted to find shady sorts he should go where shady sorts went.

The Sweet Serenade was the dockside tavern closest to him and so that is where he went. The door slid open and Dagos slipped into the serenade finding himself utterly…disappointed. The place was more than half empty, smelled like fried onion and feet and looked like it needed renovations a century ago.

“Jedi business. Go back to your drinks.” He said to the room that hadn’t noticed him come in and didn’t pay attention to anything he said. He took a seat at a corner table near the door and decided to play the waiting game. The force was on his side. This was the place to be. He just knew it.

Neli

 

[Neli]

If one thought 'daughter of a violent loving dark master' it probably would not be this girl, relatively average appearance and build, wearing a red jacket, blue pants, and a stun blaster at her side, and a smile on her face. She didn't exactly exude dark power. The most intimidating thing that showed up visibly was the metal rebreather mask that hung around her neck, and even that wasn't entirely out of place given it was one of the few possessions she kept with her. She did, of course, have her lightsaber, but it was tucked in a small satchel along with her few other belongings, that was wrapped around her shoulder.

Of those, was also a flute. Neli had always loved music, and it just seemed to make the force easier to work with as well, strange though it was. It also was probably the best way to make money she had right now. After having run off from her mother, things weren't exactly easy. And she never felt comfortable in trying to get a regular job. She wanted adventure, so she went place to place. Relying on money from odd jobs or rewards from adventurous ones like treasure hunting or, if she was feeling dangerous, bounty hunting. Though she pretty much never wanted to kill anyway. Or, like today, the odd job was music.

She'd convinced the owner of the tavern to let her play for a bit, after playing for him. She was certainly good yes, but in truth the force probably helped a great deal. But he couldn't tell the difference. It was good enough in his mind, and so it would be for most who heard it and could be influenced through the force. She got on the small stage, adjusting her hair and smiling slightly for a moment at the few people there before taking in a breath and beginning to blow into the flute.

A lot could be done with a flute, even on its own. They had their own sounds sometimes that could seem mystical. But in the hands of someone used to impressing the minds of others through sounds, music, and singing, it had an even more powerful affect. The sounds it produced seemed to reach to the very hearts of people listening, especially those who already enjoyed music or were more easily influenced. In spite of its genre being quite out of place for what some might expect in a tavern or cantina.

She knew it of course, she let the force flow through it. It was not forced like darker power, but nor was it as controlled and precise as a Jedi's mind might need to be. It was the simple enjoyment of music that spread, Neli herself was influenced, quite intentionally. Her spirits lightened as if the room itself also did, moving to the sound of her own instrument. She was adventurous, but every good adventure needed a soundtrack.

This was also one of the few occasions where Neli didn't simply seem to vanish into a crowd, having put herself center stage. And, still out of instinct, her force presence was still slightly suppressed, though not nearly as much as it usually was. Her own attention being on music, and not being as cautious as she otherwise might be, she also failed to sense Dagos Terrek at present. Though, even had she, it would be doubtful she would act on it immediately. For now, she was just playing music.

POSSESSIONS:
nelis-lightsaber.
sib-14-stun-ion-pistol
Metal Rebreather mask

 

[Dagos Terrek]

"Yo, let me get a reactor core." Dagos said as the server droid whirred in front of him. The droid for its part did not move.

"Mmmmm, identification." The droid buzzed back. Someone must of programmed an age limit into the thing.

"A reactor core." Dagos repeated, laying a few credit chips onto the table between him and the droid who's primary directive took over. It picked up the credits and scooted away for a minute or two before dropping off Dagos' drink. The young Jedi took a healthy gulp and shuttered slightly as the alcohol put a fire in his tummy.

As the boy sat and sipped at the drink the tavern was filled with a melodic sound. Not quite what you would expect to hear in a place such as this, far from it actually but that did not seem to matter. The music was admittedly not Dagos' cup of caf but he could admit it was very pretty. There was something about the music, something that filled the room and made him feel even better than he already had. It was not just the lovely sound of the instrument but something more. It took him a moment to feel it. It was The Force!

He turned his head and attention now fully on the person playing the music. A young woman, dressed in plain clothes with a blaster pistol on her hip stood on a small slightly raised platform. Dagos greatest skill in The Force so far was the ability to use it to enhance his sense. Right now he could sense that she was trying to hide herself in the force, to keep her connection to it a secret. She was doing well as he had not noticed her Force connection until she started playing at which time it would seem that she wasn't able to control it any longer. The Force traveled out from her unbidden, touching every being in the room bringing positive vibes to each of them.

She was so full of joy to be playing that she couldn't help but share that joy with the rest of them and that brought a big smile to Dagos face. He made his way over to the side of the stage eager to talk to her when she was finished playing. Once she was done he would be waiting to introduce himself.

"Hey! My name is Dagos. That chit was fire!"

Neli

 

[Neli]

Eventually the song came to its end and Neli gave a little head bow smiling. Taking her flute and scooting off stage quickly, her presence in the force almost immediately nearly vanishing back as if she were just another person in the crowd. She tilted her head slightly noticing Dagos Terrek waiting a step or two before she got off the stage. Her smile brightened at his comment, "Well that's very kind of you, thanks!" She said reaching out her hand after switching the flute to the other, "My names Neli. Nice to meet you."

She made sure she was out of the way if anyone else was moving around, but didn't try to exit the conversation, even gladly continuing it herself. "Maybe doesn't quite fit the atmosphere of a...bar...cantina...whatever? But hey it was that or singing, and to be honest, I was definitely not prepared to try and sing either." she admitted shrugging. "Still, little money, maybe a future gig for a bit. Get what I get and it's worked fine so far. Those upper class ones are just harder to get, besides, too much...paperwork."

There was another reason, she didn't want her mother to find her. She didn't fear her. But she also didn't feel like going back. And hadn't even attempted to contact her. And leaving a noticeable holo or paper-trail was the last thing she needed.

 

[Dagos Terrek]

“Same to you, Neli.” He said, taking her outstretched hand with a smile. “Pretty name by the way.” He had been told once to compliment girl’s on their names. He couldn’t quite remember who gave him the advice, his father maybe or his brother or maybe it was Joran. It didn’t really matter who or why but it was something that made sense to him.

“No, not exactly bar music but everyone seemed to enjoy it.” Which was true. The small congregation of people in the small bar were much livelier than they had been when he first walked in. Single patron tables had turned into small pockets of guests that instead of drinking alone were now sitting together and sharing experiences even some tavern songs were being sung.
“I think they got the singing covered.” He said with a laugh gesturing over to a table of old men who were shouting a bawdy song as they clinked glasses.

Dagos could understand her comments about the fancier establishments. He grew up with his father running a very well regarded nightclub on Nar Shaddaa and could remember some of the hoops he’d had to go through to book talent. He thought he could sense that there might be something more than paperwork that kept her from the better paying spots but it did not seem like a matter he should concern himself with.

“If it’s credits you want…” here it was time to shoot his shot. Nothing to it but to go on and say it.

“I could use your help.”

Neli

 

[Neli]

"Well thank you." she responded with a smile. She looked out at the people inside as she made sure to step out of the way if anyone was passing through, just in case, and folded her hands together listening. She nodded about the people enjoying it, "Yes at least there's that, can't complain."

It was nice enough that people were enjoying it, and of course, the money was important. Living wasn't exactly free unfortunately. Especially with as much as she wanted to do. She chuckled at the people singing, "Well they do indeed seem to have that." she agreed watching. It was funny, how easy it was some people might interact. She saw that, she got along easy. But it still seemed odd. Like it should be harder than it was.

Her gaze returned as he mentioned her wanting credits and she tilted her head, at his words her eyes glanced towards the entrance and a quick glance over the room, Is he alone? Don't remember anyone with him. If they were, they're discreet. She thought before she realized maybe she looked a little suspicious for those few seconds, could be something, might not be, he didn't even specify what he was offering, "Well maybe, what for?"

Dagos Terrek

 

[Dagos Terrek]

He could feel her panic but he couldn’t understand it. She wanted to run or at least know she could run if she had to. What had he said? Chit, he was fourteen…well almost fifteen but still he probably wasn’t even the scariest person in this room. Still something had for a moment spooked her. If she had something to hide, it wasn’t his business…unless it had something to do with his business. If that were true then it would be imperative that he bring her into this thing he had going. Keeping your potential enemies closer and all that. No, what would she have to do with some petty criminals? Wanting to hide didn’t mean she had something to hide.

He leaned a little close to her “can you keep a secret?” He asked, the perfect picture of a teenage boy trying to be the very important clandestine agent he thought himself to be. Before he could reveal his secret or she told him whether or not she could keep one, a drunken patron walking toward the bar bumped into him knocking him off balance. Dagos fell right on his back side but shot up in a flash standing again with his cheeks now very very flush.

Frak. kriffing, karking, chit.

“I’m bout to bust some hijackers, but I need help from someone who can do what you do.” It wasn’t the most specific way to say he could use someone who was able to use force influence but he didn’t want to give away the fact he was Jedi. not yet.

“I can pay.” He added quickly, cheeks still red.

Neli

 

[Neli]

Paranoid, that's probably all that was. He didn't seem particularly threatening, then again, neither did she. She furrowed her brow at his question of the secret, "Well..." But before she could even finish he was knocked to the grounds. And before she could so much as bother to help him, he was right back on his feet. She had to put a hand over her mouth to cover the amused smile from the incident, and his reaction to it as well barely stifling the laugh and looking at the ground for a moment taking in a breath as he tried to recollect himself.

As she contained her own self, he explained, and it became a little clearer what was up. He recognized something more than just song, at least, enough for it to matter to him to get help. She glanced at the person who'd knocked over the boy, wandering if anything was missing. This may not be a den of thieves, but it wasn't prime safety either. She spoke quietly, but not quite in a whisper. "Ok...maybe I can help. Might sound paranoid but two things, one, make sure you actually have everything. Just in case that was a pickpocket. And two, excuse me if I tend to act a bit cautious...or reckless. I do tend to flip flop a bit." She shrugged apologetically on the last bit.

Dagos Terrek

 

[Dagos Terrek]

A smile filled his face. She said yes and that was great. She had laughed at him and that totally wasn’t great but then she had said yes. Sort of. Maybe. It was actually pretty hard to tell but it paid to be positive.

He was about to tell her that they should get going but as he was patting himself down like she had suggested he found that his credits were missing. There was no longer a smile on his face, now it was a look more resembling anger. He scanned the room and found the man, a human, that had bumped into him was sitting at a table in the corner opposite the stage with three other beings, he had a beer gut and dark black hair that was balding in the back and a disheveled beard that covered his mouth. His other companions were, two blue skinned male twi’lek who seemed tall and wiry, one had a lekku that was shorter than the other. The third being was a Gamorrean. He was on the smaller side, probably young but still he took up half the booth the group was sitting in. They were sitting laughing sharing in a pitcher of beer. Dagos hadn’t seen them when he’d come in or during Neli’s performance, so it was likely they had been untouched by the good vibes. Well Dagos wouldn’t let them go untouched for much longer.

Dagos did not say a word to Neli, he just walked over to the table of jerks.

“Where are my creds.” He asked the men harshly. The human who had stolen those credits was facing away from him as he walked up and turned his head slightly after Dagos spoke.

“Kark off, boy.” The man growled over his shoulder. The two twi’lek shared a smile between them and the gamorrean drained his glass.

“Oh, kark me huh?” Dagos asked with sarcastic incredulity, putting his hands on his chest dramatically as he did.

“How about kark you, sucka.” Dagos asked harshness in his voice once more as he used the force to fling their full pitcher of beer across the room causing it to smash into pieces once it hit the wall.

Chairs went skittering as the group of men got to their feet and rounded on the boy anger in their eyes.

“Where my karking credits.” Dagos ask again knowing things were about to go sideways.

Neli

 

[Neli]

Neli let out a sigh as she saw his reaction to checking for his own credits. However, she put a hand over her face behind his back when he just went in and flat out asked. She started walking over, putting her flute back into her back and preparing herself. Making sure she could grab her saber if things went sideways. She was no jedi, nor a master, but that wouldn't stop her. The stun pistol was preferable though.

She crept behind one, instinctively reaching out for the one most easily influenced by force empathy and mind tricks. Her body and presence in the force seeming to fade from existence as she approached, and whispered into his ear. The voice was empowered by the force and had an eerie tune about it that felt unnatural even without the force, "There is nothing here but pain and shadows." discreetly she reached out this time more directly, to further impact the individual and make the trick feel even more real, a telekinetic squeeze at his throat. Not enough to hurt him, but to seem like something was beginning to close in that wouldn't be as easily seen let alone hurt as a teenager in a bar.

Usually she wouldn't try methods like this, she usually used her gifts to avoid things or get out of them. So it was generally less complex, or more well prepared. But it was a gift regardless, and her strength in the force was notable even if her practice was not.

Dagos Terrek

 

[Dagos Terrek]

Neli had managed in the commotion to get herself behind the group of jerks. Dagos hadn’t even noticed her until he saw her, she had hidden her presence very skillfully. It was truly impressive how well she could hide herself from notice when she wanted, Dagos had never seen anything like it. The men stood menacingly and Dagos stood unbothered by them, he truly only had eyes for Neli. Partly because he thought he would lose her if he wasn’t seeing her and partly because she had leaned close to the twi’lek with mismatched lekku and said something to him. Dagos could not hear what but as spoke, the hairs on his arms stood on end and his throat became a little dry. Where there had once only been anger, fear crept in and filled up mismatch. The twi’leks eyes went wide and his legs shook as terror took over his body. Mismatch did not know whether to run or to hide but as he tried to scramble away to do one of them, the other twi’lek and the human both turned to look at him and both were now looking at Neli.

The twi’lek with the regular lekku lunged at Neli as his brother went running through a door in the back of the bar. The balding man turned and opened his mouth to say something to Dagos. He never got the chance. Dagos socked that sucker in his chin. Hard. The man went stumbling back and bumped into the table but stayed upright. The now sore mouthed man turned back around a large mug in his hand and threw it as hard as he could at Dagos who just casually used the force and sent it right back to crash with a sick crunch back into the man’s face. This time he went down and he stayed there.

The gamorrean bellowed a furious sound and pulled a blaster from inside its workman’s jumper. The mouth of the blaster exploded red and two bolts of superheated plasma rushed toward the young padawan. Dagos had already started to move as soon as the pig had reached into his jumper, if he hadn’t there would’ve been no way that he would’ve been able to dodge those shots. He was able to move out of the way, thank The Force, and more importantly no bystanders were shot. Dagos used the force to up turn the table the group of jerks had been sitting at and dove behind it for cover. He really should’ve brought a lightsaber.

Neli

 

[Neli]

Neli met their gazes and her left hand quickly removed her sib-14-stun-ion-pistol, even an armored target wasn't safe from being stunned. In spite of its non-lethal approach, usually, she wasn't going to be gentle. When the one twi'lek lunged at her she showed the main more physical skill in the force when pushed, force jump. Sending her easily on top of him and then repeating the move resulting in an incredibly powerful shove against the twi'leks back and her on the far side of them as she adjusted mid air and landed easily sending a stun bolt in his direction, which would hopefully be face first on the ground, and unable to react.

Her eyes narrowed at the Gamorrean as he began letting out shots far more deadly then hers. Death was not a new concept to her. But she didn't appreciate him causing trouble. While Dagos Terrek may not have brought a lightsaber, she did. She released another stun shot towards the Gamorrean. Though, she wasn't sure how tough he'd be. While a powerful stun weapon, she hadn't gotten to use it on the more massive creatures like wookies, gamorreans, or houks. And there were always oddities.

She didn't want to find out. Her lightsaber flew out of her bag and into her free hand activated and pointing at the Gamorrean as she took a prepared stance, the blue blade was incredibly thin, along with the hilt and its hand guard. It was not a defensive weapon. Though a blue blade, this was designed for very quickly ending a target. She had both a blaster and a lightsaber in hand and was immediately ready to move, her voice came out cold with anger, "Cause any more trouble, and I'll kill you." There wasn't even the slightest bit of sympathy or fear in her voice. And while her power in the force of manipulation wasn't quite as strong without applying it to music or song, it still was present seeking to instill the belief in the Gamorrean and his friends that not only was she quite willing, but that she was quite able, to do so.

In truth, she wasn't sure if she could kill them all. But she wouldn't have to. And she didn't stop to think of many alternatives.

 

[Dagos Terrek]

The gamorrean was made of sterner stuff than the twi’lek who was down in an unmoving heap. The massive being stumbled but did not fall from the stun bolt. He rounded on Neli with a snarl and found himself staring down the blue blade of her lightsaber. His eyes went wide with fear and his blaster pistol dropped to the floor in a clatter.

From behind his cover Dagos could not see what was happening. He heard a thud and two more blaster shots, different than the ones that had sent him scurrying behind the table. A crash and then the unmistakable snap hiss of a lightsaber. Without poking his head over his hiding place he could see that the room had a blue glow that was not there a moment earlier. The next thing he heard was even more unnerving than the blaster shots had been.

"Cause any more trouble, and I'll kill you."

Her words were icy and harsh. He did not doubt for a second that she meant them and he hoped to The Force the bad guys didn’t either.

Dagos stood slowly from his cover and watched as the gamorrean, eyes on Neli the whole time, started to pick up and drag off his fallen friends. He locked eyes with Dagos for a second, reached into balding man’s jumper pocket and threw the stolen credits to the Jedi who caught them with ease. Dagos used The Force to call the gamorrean’s dropped blaster into his hand and tucked it into his waistband before grabbing Neli by the arm to lead her out the backdoor the first twi’lek had used.

“So, still want to help me?” He asked once they were out on the street. If she said yes he would turn and start heading down the street without so much as a word to her about what had happened in there. If she said no, he would toss her a few credits for her trouble before heading off.

Either way he would be just a few steps ahead of her on the street and totally over his head.

“Great karking job, Dag.” he said to himself as he walked.

Neli

 

[Neli]

The stun weapon might not have brought him down, but her weapon and further threat convinced him it was better to leave the fight. The gamorreans eyes didn't leave Neli, and hers never left him though she was well aware of the others in the group. The saber remained on as she watched him collect his crew, she gave a slight grin as Dagos Terrek pulled the weapon to him by the force. Finally setting her saber away as Dagos went to pull her outside, she gave a nod to everyone else and resumed her far less threatening self.

She smiled at his question and gave a nod, "Naturally." she answered moving into step shortly behind him. She kept her attention up, just in case any of the group had gotten some self detrimental confidence back after they were out of her sight. She made sure her weapon was stowed properly, the bag wasn't an easy thing to steal due to how she'd put it on and her attention to it, especially due to her preferred weapon being in it.

As they walked she decided to also talk, "Guess I'm not the only one a little out of place. Still, doubt we're quite the same. You a jedi? Sith? Seem more like a jedi to me. Or could just not be either I guess but once you venture outside of that the options tend to be a little harder to pinpoint." She shrugged.

 

[Dagos Terrek]

Well, she was still down to help. That was good right? She clearly knew how to handle herself even if her leap to lethality was a bit concerning. Was it really though? She had only threatened to use lethal means and she might not even have had to if Dagos had kept his cool and acted a bit more Jedi-like back there. Chit. He hoped Jairdain didn’t hear about this.

"Guess I'm not the only one a little out of place. Still, doubt we're quite the same. You a jedi? Sith? Seem more like a jedi to me. Or could just not be either I guess but once you venture outside of that the options tend to be a little harder to pinpoint." she asked him seemingly unbothered by the events of the last few minutes.

“Jedi. Well I’m a Padawaan.” He answered trying to keep it casual while still sounding important.

“What about you? You got some wicked skill with The Force and that lightsaber sure seemed real enough.” He again wanted to sound casual. He had no idea what he would do if she came out and claimed to be Sith. He had never met a Sith before but from what he had heard if she were Sith, she would probably let him know by trying to cut his head off or blast him with lightning.

Neli

 

[Neli]

She nodded in thought about his answer, a Jedi. That could make things...interesting. Or complicated. Most likely both. Still, there wasn't any sign of judgement on her in regards to it. She smiled at his own question in turn, naturally. "That's...harder to answer." She admitted looking at the sky, "Guess I'm not really anything. Mom trained me, well, before I left. She doesn't go around talking about it, but she used to be sith. Not that leaving them seems to make any difference to her."

She thought about her words, said and about to be, she wasn't keen on getting indoctrinated one way or another. So she knew she'd be careful if any of his jedi friends showed up. She wasn't familiar with them, and wasn't sure it was a good idea to be or not. "I'm probably better at the dark side, it's what she knew, so it's what she could teach. But I never really cared much for all the anger and the violence, at least like her."

A shrug, and Neli smiled looking at her lightsaber and thinking back, "'Wicked skill'" she chuckled a little, "The lightsabers very real. And well suited for offense, especially against another lightsaber user. But...my 'skill' in the force I think is just some natural talent. I'm not inept at learning or anything, just never really tried hard in much. So some skills just stuck out more. Guess you saw most of it today. Don't go snitching on me though, mom might have taken the bounty off to get me back but I'm not really interested in joining the Jedi either. I went for adventure, not...meditation or whatever."

Dagos Terrek

 

[Dagos Terrek]

“Your momma trained you too?” Dag’s first teacher in The Force was his mother, though they had never called it The Force, to them it was Pelekotan. The world power. He learned simple things growing up, how to levitate things, push, pull but there were also more complicated things as well. Spending days at a time in a sensory deprivation unit, until he could use his Pelekotan to sense the world around him. Physical training to the point of exhaustion,being allowed no rest, no sleep, using only Pelekotan to rejuvenate himself. It was often real brutal chit.
But he was more or less a natural.

"I'm probably better at the dark side, it's what she knew, so it's what she could teach. But I never really cared much for all the anger and the violence, at least like her.".

He could tell her words were measured. Could feel her caution. Dagos wasn’t gonna judge her for she used The Force or how she was trained in it. Until a year ago for him there weren’t no “lightside” or “darkside” only Pelekotan and if their little romp in the bar proved anything Jedi or no Dagos was not above anger or violence.

“Hell yeah wicked skill. The way you sent the twi’lek running with just a word. Chit was fire.” He said.

They were now a ways away from the bar and stopped in front of a row of private garages. They had stopped walking for two reasons, one was they had gotten as far as Dagos had planned for them to go and the second most important reason was that he had to tell her something.

“I ain’t no kriffing snitch.” She did not know him but he had honestly never been more serious about anything in his whole life.

He punched a couple of numbers into a datapad near one of the garages and the door lifted to reveal a speeder. His speeder. Technically it was some poacher’s speeder but since that man was currently serving a prison sentence somewhere Dagos had commandeered the vehicle.

Chrome colored with two thick black stripes going from hood to tail, she was was freshly painted and ready to be taken out on her first real drive.

“What do you think?” He asked, a proud smile on his face.

Neli

 

[Neli]

She nodded at his question, seemed like she wasn't alone in that then. She was under the impression that would not work out for Jedi, at least that's how she'd heard it. That it would form an attachment that could prove problematic. Then again, perhaps things were just different. Or he was one of those taken at a later date, they did seem quite willing to bring in new members later in life.

She smiled again chuckling at the next comment, "Well thank you, I was quite happy about that. Crazy what the force can offer. Believe it or not, some species could probably get similar results. Well...maybe not run for your life but cooperation. Like the Zeltrons, quite known for their empathic abilities. Well...that and appearance but I'm pretty sure those are connected."

Neli hummed to herself at his reaction to her asking he not spread the word, "Well that's good to hear." Those were genuine words, she appreciated it. The honesty and hopefully no problems coming up with the Jedi.

The young jedi opened up a garage to reveal a speeder nicely painted and seemingly brand new, looked good, and much too good for a padawan she had to admit. She looked at him in some mixture of amusement and joking accusation, "Well they must compensate the padawans very well these days." She avoided actually trying to get him to tell her how he got it. Truthfully it wasn't that big of a deal to her, he wanted help so she was going to give some help. It was adventuring time and that was enough.

Dagos Terrek

 

[Dagos Terrek]

"Well they must compensate the padawans very well these days."

"Hell naw. They don't pay chit." He said. True Dagos did get an allowance from the Jedi but it weren't impressive at all. The allowance he still got from his parents was way more better and kept him way more fresher.

"Nah, I saved this girl right here." He continued without going into the detail on how he had dented the side of the speeder with its previous owner and then crashed it into a building to let a reek loose.

He and his friend Sam, a girl who had more cyber implants than anyone he had seen before, had spent a few weeks putting it back together and adding some more top of the line parts under the hood.

He got in the driver's seat and pushed the button for ignition.

"Wanna go for a ride?" He asked her with a cheeky grin.

Neli

 

[Neli]

Yeah that figured, Jedi never seemed the type to pay well unless you weren't one of them. Weird that way, but perhaps it had its perks. They did seem to have quite the store of knowledge. 'Saved' was an interesting term but just as he didn't explain further, she wouldn't ask further. She hopped into the front passenger's spot, carefully adjusting her back and looking it over nodding in approval at it.

She held up her hands and smiled at his next question, "I ain't gonna stop ya." she answered somewhat enthusiastic about it. It was indeed a nice vehicle, and while she hadn't a clue if it was legally obtained, or if he was even officially allowed to fly it in this planet, she wasn't going to press that issue. Plausible deniability could be her argument but really she didn't care. If he could do it, that was fine. It wasn't like she was guiltless when it came to questionable activity.

Dagos Terrek