Clauditis's Co-Pilot.

[Pavor Clauditis]

"Kid, you don't understand! I have a few things of spice hidden 'round the ship! Besides, I'm probably already wanted for a-Nevermind, that ain't important! What is important, however...is-" He was interrupted again by the sound of a loud explosion, forcing him to swerve to the left to avoid it. "What is important, however..." He continued. "Is that ya get me my goddamn cigarillos in the back of the goddamned Freighter. Go wake up Scrap Metal, too. Aight? Move fast and we just may not die. Sound good?" He asked, quickly swerving to the left and right several times in the response of several rapid fire explosions. "God...Damn!" He shouted, extremely enthusiastic despite the urgent situation. He burst into laughter for a moment, slowly pushing the lever forward with his gloved right hand, steering the freighter with his left.

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[Aiden Nebularis]

"Ah the Force save us all! I'll get 'em. Just hope that that HK droid doesn't blast me to smithereens."
He didn't fully know what the force was. He just knew that the Jedi and the Sith had it. Whatever it was. Maybe if he got out of this alive he'd pay the jedi a visit.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here." he thought. "Got to get out alive first."
He ran back and grabbed the box. He woke up the droid saying, "Oi, We're being shot at and Clauditis needs you."
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[Pavor Clauditis]

When the boy returned, he snatched the box quickly popping it open to remove a flavored cigarillo with a black wrapper. Raising the cigar, he placed it in his mouth then tossed the box back to the boy. He then released his grip on the lever to remove a lighter from his denim vest's pocket and flicked it, igniting the flame. He then held the flame a few inches away from the cigarillo, spinning the tobacco product until it began to smoke. Then, he flicked the top over the lighter and placed it in his pocket, quickly puffing on the cigarillo before placing his right hand back onto the lever, gripping it tightly.

"Kid, ain't this great?" He'd ask in a casual tone, quickly swerving to the right after a republic star fighter opened fire once more. He then released his grip on the lever, raising his hand to quickly flip several switches on the ceiling. He then quickly grabbed the lever again, pushing forward. The Freighter jerked forward, and it appeared that a blue tunnel had formed around them. The freighter then slowly began to travel at a slower speed and Pavor began cackling uncontrollably. "God damn, I love hyperspace, man. Ain't it badass?" He said, as they slowly began to approach Tattoine. Before long, the freighter entered the atmosphere of Tattoine and slowly began to land , sending sand kicking up a few feet high.

"Everybody needs to get out. I need a bottle of rum."

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[HK-42]

HK 42 woke up, and immediately swatted at the Meatbag, who ran off into cockpit, only for HK 42 to follow after him

"Exclamation: Why the Fucking hell did this Meatbag wake me up? we'd better be at Tatooine..."

HK 42 was ready to shoot the brat who woke him up, but he didn't know if they really did arrive at Tatooine or not.

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

"My apologies, HK. I just wanted assistance before we got blown to Hell! Goddammit, HK!" He nearly shouted at the Droid. He slowly rose from his seat, puffing on the cigarillo once more. "Come on, kid. Ignore Scrap Metal here, the bastard got a short temper." He then looked to [member="HK-42"], grinning slightly. Finally, he pushed his way out, climbing down the metallic steps. He then stepped onto the sand of Tattoine, chuckling slightly. "Alright...I believe we're in Mos Eisley. That ain't too bad, better out here than with those goddamned Tusken Raiders." He then slowly began walking past the establishments of Mos Eisley, continuing to puff on the cigarillo clutched in his mouth.

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[HK-42]

HK followed [member="Pavor Clauditis"] out the ship, holding on his rifle in case someone thought it a good idea to try to mug the group.

"Statement: I suggest we go and try to find a place to rest after what had happened with the Republic."

"Statement: Maybe we could relax at a cantina."

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[Pavor Clauditis]

"Yeah, that's what I-" He stopped for a moment, spinning around to look at the boy. He removed his cigarillo from his mouth for a moment, to once again, blow the thick smoke into Aiden's face. "What is ya age? An' also, what the hell is your name, boy?" He asked, stopping to wait for an answer.

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[Aiden Nebularis]

Aiden was surprised that someone hadn't asked who he was earlier.
"Aiden." He said. "My name is Aiden. I'm 14. And yes, I know it's a bit early to be out on my own. And yes, I know I should be with my parents."
He was asked these questions a lot, so he decided to get them out of the way now.
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[HK-42]

​"Insult: I'm surprised this Meatbag hasn't died yet...and not just because he's with us."

HK 42 kept on walking, making sure both Claudius was in front of him, Aiden was behind him, and no one tried to mug them

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[Pavor Clauditis]

He stared at the boy. "....Ah...Ah, this is Tattoine, boy! This ain't Correlia. Let's grab ya some shots and we'll be off." He then gestured for the two to follow him. As he slowly walked down the streets of Mos Eisley, he stopped to enter a run-down cantina. Slowly approaching the bar, he pulled out several credits. "I need four shots of whiskey and a bottle of rum. ...Oh! And, some...whatever that Droid over there can drink. Get that." He then passed the aging bartender the credits and watched in satisfaction as he returned. He handed Pavor a warm bottle of rum and he quickly poured four shots of whiskey and set them down on the bar. The bartender then shook his head. "We don't serve droids here." The bartender said. Pavor stared at the man with cold, merciless eyes. "You don' serve Droids 'ere?" He asked, glancing back to [member="HK-42"] Pavor then sighed.

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[HK-42]

HK 42 lifts his Rifle on the bartop, the barrel aimed at the barkeep, his finger on the trigger.

"Threat: Youre gonna have to make an acception, before I end your sorry existence Meatbag."

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[Pavor Clauditis]

Pavor sighed once more. "WHY! WHY DO YOU GOTTA DO THINGS LIKE THIS, HK? GOD...DAMMIT!" He barked, slowly placing his head down on the counter. "HK...if they don' serve Droids down 'ere they ain't gonna got whatever fethed up, goddamned, horrific drink you like to consume? Aight?" He asked, his voice more irritated than frightened. "HK...put the rifle down before we have every damn Jawa in Tattoine tearing you to pieces." He then sighed once more, looking up to puff on his cigar once again. "I apologize for my friend's behavior. He was not raised properly." He said, chuckling, obviously not taking the situation as seriously as HK was.

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