Corellia: Tumbleweed Metropolis (Corellians and open)

[Coci Heavenshield]

She did not know the motives of the thief for stealing whatever it was he took. As Coren raced off to help out, she pondered this. Corellia was still in a state of rebuilding and many of her people were struggling to make ends met, put food on the table for children and in some cases, they would need to steal in order to do so where as in the past they were good people, upstanding citizens of the planet. Sometimes desperate people will do desperate things for their families. Of course the thief could simply be that, a thief only stealing to gain profit, but it is best to seek understanding of a situation before condemning them. Arresting the thief might also be condemning his family to poverty and starvation.

Coren returned to her, he had always been one for immediate action, a hell raiser when the time for one was needed and he had found his home elsewhere which she was happy for him. A true Corellisi with wanderlust to burn never able to stay put for long. "I don't think there is every a time which one can truly rest easy, there is always war somewhere to be faced and we can't be everywhere at once. So we all do what we can".

"I am fine however, as is the family", but she had a feeling Coren's mind was elsewhere at the moment. Coci followed his gaze and found that his eye was firmly placed on Dells. She grinned. Now this could be fun to watch.

She leaned in a little closer for only him to hear. "You want an introduction?", she smiled.

[member="Delila Castillon"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"]​

 

[Eliza Steele]

Chocolate drop eyes gave [member="Samantha Solo"] the one over with a smirk growing at the corners of her mouth.

"Sorry, Sam... You're not my type, though very nice to meet you. I'm Eliza Steele by the way," the petite smuggler answered back, then she took a swig from the ale bottle that was saved from spilling its contents into her meal.

"And this is [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]," Lizzy introduced while motioning with her free hand to the man sitting across the table from her. It was hard to know what else to say about him as they were just getting to know each other.

"Yep... a local favorite, well at least for this one. The spicier the better too, though more a Corellian fast food than a delicacy. You just a visitor passing through or Corellian coming back for the festival like us?" the spirited brunette inquired of the woman, taking a bite of the noodle dish, then making an 'OMG this is good' face. It was the authentic rancor sauce that made the diff.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Xin Boa"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"]



"Three days? Looks like you now have plans with your old redhead." Seeing Xin was going to stay in her relative orbit for the next couple of days, bag was handed off to the Nautolan to carry. Pace matched with his, arm moving to rest lightly around his back. Innocent look crossed her face. "What? My shoulder is still kinda sore. Major trauma, old folks recover more slowly."


Shoulder was fine - well, except in the morning, seemed a little stiff. A free daily reminder that she wasn't a young as she was. Eyes drifted over the festival, mind wandering back to the offer of actually coming back to the planet. There was a mild appeal of putting down roots again. Coruscant was well and fine but she wasn't a city girl and duracrete wasn't holding much appeal. Corellia brought its own unique challenges however.


"Come on, I just got to make a graceful exit with someone I know. Coci Heavenshield,the woman next to the guy who keeps staring. Don't know him, she does apparently. I almost feel sorry for her."


Grin crossed her face, sharing the joke with Xin. It was easy to forget Coci was a Jedi at times, complete contrast to the dark haired man she had just met for sure.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Xin Boa"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] [member="Tan'yill"]

He gave a shrug at the apology. That was probably a gesture she couldn't mimick easily. Not for all the bacta in the world did a blaster bolt wound heal easily or quickly. Even a hand blaster could tear through a duracrete wall eventually and by comparison muscle that wasn't behind armour was easily burned through.

He chuckled at her usual self deprecating jokes on age. They seemed to share that sense of humour. Normally he had a Brak to take on the role for him but the big lizard was back on the main fleet. Just a cargo ship of Corellian and an escort frigate were on their way here. If the settling went well then most of the Corellians would come here and then the others would make their drive for ORC space. And that would be the end of the refugee fleet. Not that there would not be others.

Now he was going to meet acquaintances. Bit of a change of pace but he was an easygoing sort. For the most part anyway. He didn't even think about what prompted to shift the load he'd been given mostly onto one hip so his other could wrap over her arm and across her upper back. His eyes spotted that tuft of green hair on the monkey lizard through the crowd and he kept listening for trouble.

"Surprise plans don't normally go so well fah mi," he chuckled.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Kurayami couldn't help but snicker a bit as [member="Eliza Steele"] politely turned down the seeming advance made by [member="Samantha Solo"] after giving her a once over, admittedly he couldn't help but chime in as well.

"To be fair Eliza, perhaps she wasn't referring to you specifically...basically my type is human or near human females. Dated Twi'lek, Chiss, Echani, and of course a few human girls in my time."

The playful smirk never left his lips as he took a pull from his ale waiting to see just how much, or if, he had thrown Samantha for a loop.

"As Miss Steele was kind enough to mention I am Kurayami Bloodborn, ace pilot, ex-CDF, and natural born Corellian. Long time away and finally returning to see just how well my home planet rebounded from disaster. Better than I had hoped for I must say."

He wouldn't say that Eliza's food didn't look appetizing, but he was used to more flavor and less spice in his food. In his mind spice was a way to cover up something that would otherwise taste horrible. The face she made when taking a bite from her food made him shake his head laughing as he did so.

"Really that good huh? Careful or I might have to retroactively take you up on your offer to share."

He winked at her letting her know it was all in good humor, though how she took it would depend on how she took the comment. Hopefully well, sometimes these jokes backfired on him and he simply ended up with a drink thrown in his face.

 

[Reid Zambrano-Ticon]

The times he'd been to Corellia had been few and far between, and the last time he'd been on-planet had been five years ago, under the supervision of his uncle. A lot had changed since then, and now he was back, this time with his father - not his biological one, he and his mother had separated some time ago - but with [member="Julius Sedaire"], the man his mother had married and had his younger brother with. Being no stranger to odd family dynamics, Reid wasn't fazed by any of it, and given his Mandalorian heritage was well-adjusted to the idea of accepting new family with open arms.

Having been wandering around Coronet since he and his father arrived, he supposed it was about time to make his way back and reunite with his family. With his hands in his pocket and kicking a pebble in front of him, he searched through the crowds and the Force for his father, eventually picking out the Green Jedi with his little brother in a carrier strapped to his chest. Stepping up alongside him, he glanced over at his father, "What've you guys been up to?"

 

[Coren Starchaser]

For once Coren wasn’t feeling 100% confident in his moves. He wasn’t sure what it was. His late wife had been the type to dye her hair a lot of colors, and whenever she cycled to red he was always mighty pleased. Maybe that was it. On the Dawn Treader it was mostly blondes and brunettes, seeing someone with redhair was definitely something odd for him in his life. He looked at Coci, still remembering he was speaking with her.

“Glad the family is doing well. Mine are… all scattered to any direction.” He grinned. It was how Starchasers were though. They were a close family at times, but they were spacers, so they went wherever their ship brought them. It was… easier that way.

“Introductions? That… well, I got he name.” He shrugged. “But its always good to make more homeworld contacts.” Or something that didn’t sound like he needed to get her name and her occupation. But, well, maybe she was a spacer, it’d be useful, to a point.

[member="Xin Boa"]
[member="Delila Castillon"]
[member="Coci Heavenshield"]

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Xin Boa"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"] |



"Yeah, I'm certain you and surprises do not mix." A pause. "Not sure how this one will go.Could get dicey."


It was more a joke than anything, she wasn't too concerned about issues arising at any point on Corellia. An occasional small tremor here or there maybe. Drunken brawl. Major explosions and orbital bombardments? Chance seemed low but there were Jedi in the area. Delila never knew when one was going to go crazy and just decide to glass a planet for mysterious reasons.


The pair moved back to Coci and Starchaser. Starchaser had seemed to forget about who or what was stealing (somehow she still suspected Xin drew the trouble - just a hunch) and seemed to put his glowstick away for now. At the very least she wouldn't have to worry about getting an arm hacked off for the moment.


"I thought you were running off to save the day Mr.Starchaser?" Being herself, she couldn't resist the comment. "Doesn't matter I suppose, ran into this guy. Coci, Starchaser....Xin Boa."

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | [member="Xin Boa"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] [member="Tan'yill"]

Running off to save the day? Xin spent most of his time running away so save his own backside. Perhaps he was CorSec. Hopefully Skreech was behaving himself. Well, the monkey lizard never behaved himself, hopefully he wasn't up to any particularly troublesome mischief.

"And now I carry things," he said with a grin. "Nice to meet yuh both." He offered a nod that shook his headtails rather than a handshake with one hand taken up be Dells and the other her shopping.

"Yuh all old friends?" he asked quite politely.

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Tan finished the stuff she had to do on her datapad before putting it away again. Shifting her crossed feet on the chair opposite her by the table and taking another sip from the bottle of Ebla beer while gazing on the nearby guests still enjoying themselves at the cantina. It felt good to see the city stabilize and getting on its feet again. Good to be home again, but she knew she had to leave again soon. The last of the beer went down easy and with that she decided it was time to call it a night, and left the cantina for the walk home to her brother.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Coci Heavenshield"] [member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Eliza Steele"] [member="Reid Zambrano-Ticon"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Samantha Solo"]

OOC/ let's keep this going!

A heavy weight slammed into his back without warning. He winced in advance of the claws digging into his shoulder. The monkey lizard twisted its way around to bring its beak close to his face. Xin could already tell Skreech was agitated.

"Mirax!" It exclaimed.

"Nuh, nuh, it's not Mirax," he said slowly. He had hoped this would pass. He wasn't quite sure where to place the sentience of the lizard. Skreech was something like a child, but with a wicked and very adult sense of humour. Yet he also fell short in some cases. Like not being able to accept or comprehend the fact that his dear master was genuinely gone.

"Mirax!" He repeated, pulling on one of his headtails. At least this was slightly different behaviour. The last time he had leapt on the Cathar he had decided was Mirax. Perhaps coming and getting Xin first was a sign he was slowly realising it wasn't so likely he would ever see Mirax again.

This wasn't going to be resolved through conversation so he gave the group a brief grimace. "I'll be right back," he grunted as claws dug slightly more insistently into his headtail. As he turned he could immediately see the shock of orange hair the monkey lizard had fixated on.

 

[Alasdair Sitra]

The target of their little play would be Bovo’s. A slightly rundown cantina that sat off the main pathways of Treasure Ship Row and had for many years had a reputation of drawing in gamblers with credits to spare. The main room was as Alasdair remembered it always being, one corner set aside for the musical numbers, currently occupied by a pair of Bith attempting a number of classical pieces that seemed to meld fluently into the atmosphere of the bar itself. Tables and both were scattered around haphazardly, seating various species and cliental who came to Bovo’s religiously. However it wouldn’t be in here with its swoop poster strewn walls that Alasdair and Catrinna would settle for their craft.

“Through here.” The woman noted to Sitra as she whispered to the barman allowing them access through the bar and into the kitchen behind. He ignored the stench of something rotting in the corner and followed Catrinna into a storeroom, having visited before it was no oddity for the young Corellian, however he could see how it may seem dangerously strange to take the path where they had. A concealed door, which was knocked on three times revealed another room, the gambling paradise.

Bovo had renovated.
The room was large and surprisingly comfortable, a small bar outdid itself in the corner with a droid tender currently standing silently in wait. Greel wood panels, nerf leather furniture and a sabacc table completed the design. Alasdair was impressed.
He released a low whistle and felt Catrinna’s fingers grip his hand once more.

Then she would let go and something else would take hold of him, this time it was stronger and much more forced, it was also his entire arm that got locked and not just his hand.

*Thud*

There was a scream, Catrinna’s by the sound of it but he couldn’t see, his vision was taken up by the floor. Another solid impact came in against his side, hitting just below his rib and forcing another yell, this time his to fill the room. Again and again he would get kicked and punched until he could taste the blood in his mouth filling every sense he had.

“That is enough.” It stopped as quickly as it began, an elegantly smooth voice creating a pause in the assault. “Get him up.”

Sitra would say he got to his feet himself, the reality was much different as some large creature picked him up as if he were a doll and panted him so firmly that he almost fell back to the ground. The room, which had before been empty bar Catrinna, the droid and himself was now home to several rough lookers, all mulled around the Sabaac table emphasising the one who was sat at the head position. Dark of skin and smiling with brilliant teeth, it was the Pirate from the race.

“Sit.”

Alasdair made not of Catrinna, who was being held by her forearm near the pirate, her face looked as worried as he felt. “Hey, let’s just…” He was forced into the chair. “I’m in it, I’m sat. Okay.?”

“You’ve caused me some problems kid.” The pirate began, his finger tapping the table in a stable rhythm. “Lost a fair amount of credits because of that race.”

“You never paid out, how have you lost credits?” Alasdair muttered, whipping his face with the back of his hand. A slick of blood tracing across his skin. “Everet was quite vocal about the fact.”

“People were counting on me wiping the floor of some little two-bit racer.” His finger stopped tapping and pointed straight at the young Corellian. “However you ruined it all with your little stunt. So yes you have lost me a lot of money.”

Alasdair remained silent, there were eleven or twelve of them. Too many to fight. Perhaps he could make sure Catrinna got out at least. That was the gentlemanly thing to do wasn’t it? Or he could see how he could worm out of it himself, which was seeming like the better option as time progressed.

“However…” The smile made Alasdair uneasy. “I’ve always an eye for the more talented elements of this planet and you with your little stunt impressed me.” The grip on Alasdair’s shoulders eased, thankfully. “I’m in the need of a ht-shot. someone who can outrun and out-think. Someone who isn’t afraid to put themselves on the line to get what needs to be happen done.”

“I don’t think I’m the guy your looking for.” Alasdair mocked, his face betraying the worry..

“You don’t really have a choice kid. You owe me money and I need some runs made. It all seems peachy to me.” The pirate leant back in his chair, eyes moving towards Catrinna. “Either you say yes or I take the skin from your girlfriend’s face.”

“She ain’t got nothing to do with it.” Alasdair shouted faster then he had wanted to. “Just tell me what you need me to do.”