Don't Mind Me, Just Walking Around

[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Pan'medur"]

Location: Gurkle's Gadget Emporium, Promenade, Nar Shaddaa

Nar Shaddaa. Unlike many of the city-planets, like Coruscant or Commenor, the Smuggler's Moon was not afraid to flaunt her rotten beauty to the world. Perhaps that was why I liked it so much -- it was dirty, grimy, corrupt, and not afraid to show it.

I was currently walking around with Maxi on a leash, as that was the only way the Emporium owner would allow him in. Of course, it helped that I was able to, ah, persuade him a little via the Force that my little Maxi-poo was a well-behaved Blarth.

Anyway, I was once again keen on spoiling my pup, as the Order had yet to crack down on my spending adventures. Hee hee. I snickered slightly to myself, earning a few looks from other shoppers. I in turn gave them dirty looks, then continued to browse the pet aisle for toys that might hold my pet's interest.

One of the gadgets, a motorized ball, seemed appealing. "Hey, Maxi," I said, picking it up. "How about this one? You like this one?" The Blarth perked up at the mention of his name, sniffing the ball before giving me one of his "You're kidding me" looks. "Well, fine," I replied haughtily. "Be that way!" I put it back on the shelf, and continued my browsing.

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Roshki Belawiiks"]

In a shop not too far from hers, still in visible sight, Pan'medur was browsing over something a bit more serious. Specifically, ammunition for his DC-15x rifle. Normally, the Galactic Alliance would provide him with all the ammunition he needed, but since its an antique rifle (Thought still very dangerous), they don't manufacture ammunition for it, so he has to go shopping to find the right ammunition. He was currently clothed in his casual wear, idly mulling over his options until he looked over his shoulder to see a... he forgot the creature's name... currently on a leash. Trailing his eyes up the leash, stopping when he spots the montrals of a fully (and rather sassy) togruta woman.

After finishing his purchase, he walks over to her, passing her by and picking up a piece of bantha bone, tossing it to her with a smirk.

"Forgot the name, but its kind is a predatory species. He'll likely want to chew on bone or something."

(( Casual clothing:

 

[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Pan'medur"]

I snatched the bone out of the air, much to the chagrin of Maxi. "You can't give him a bone!" I exclaimed. "He'll choke on it!" My Blarth sneezed as if in contempt of my statement, but I'd at least done my research on this.

Throwing the bone back at this smirky Twi'lek fellow, I eyed him up. He was a strange colouring of Twi'lek; at the very least, I'd not seen any red ones before. And though he was taller than I was, I would still bet that I could take him. 'Specially since I had the added bonus of Maxi's slippery drool.

Well, and the Force, but I'd heard many tales of Force Users getting their butts kicked by folks without it.

"He's a Blarth, by the way. They're initially from Naboo, but they've spread to pet shops everywhere." I reached down to scratch behind Maxi's ear. "Like this guy, right here. I bought him on Commenor. Anyway, they're predators, yeah, but only of shellfish and crustaceans. Which is why I'd rather not give him a bone, thank you!" I ended it with a snort and a sharp nod, which Maxi closely followed by a sneeze and a fit of panting.

Being a Blarth was a hard life, you know.

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Roshki Belawiiks"]

Raising his hands up in mock surrender, a chuckles at her ranting. Well, she was certainly snarky one (Probably lots of fun in the club). Blarth. Right, that's their name. He'd heard of them before, and had to put one down after it kept on eating his fish supply when he was back on Coruscant (His fish supply was a fish tank he carried on his back, he'd often just find a comfortable place to sit down and cook the fish he would eat right there). Folding his arms after he catches the bone, he sets it back down on the stand.

"Excuse me for not owning a pet, lady. What's your name, anyway? Might was well know yours, since you told me Maxi's." He wondered how many more interesting people he'd meet in his life before he died/was killed. He'd met a lot of them, so far. Crazy place the galaxy was... Suddenly, his wrist-mounted datapad beeps with a notification. He holds up a finger to her with a polite 'one moment,' tapping the screen and typing in his password. After a few minutes of scrolling, he found the message, a news announcement in Ryl, about Ryloth.

His eyes narrow as he listens intently to the news footage, before his face slowly morphs into one of shock and horror.

What...? No, that can't be right!

He plays through the recording again, his horror and shock turning to cold anger as the hand his datapad was mounted on clenched into a tight fist. He mutters to himself angrily in Ryl, shaking his head as he shuts the screen off.

"Sorry about that..."

 

[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Pan'medur"]

I blew a raspberry at him, disgruntled with his behaviour. The only person allowed to be snarky around here was moi. "Call me Ross. You? No, wait, let me guess: Red Dude who Throws Bones at People."

Though on the outside I maintained my near-perfected "smirk face", on the inside I was cackling at my own wittiness. That was, in my opinion, a really good comeback.

But this Twi'lek man didn't have a chance to reply. Instead, his datapad went off and I watched as his face went through a few emotional phases.

Shock, horror, anger -- those were the things I not only saw on his face, but sensed through the Force. Well, then.

"No worries, Person. What happened?"

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Roshki Belawiiks"]

With a frown, his hands close into tight fists. He needed to do something that would distract him... like get drunk. Unknown to him, he was letting these thoughts roll off of his mind for anyone Force Sensitive to hear.

"Ryloth is under attack by the CIS... And the CIS is winning." He mumbles rather obscene curses under his breath in Huttese and Ryl, shaking his head as he looks over to someone staring at them. With a simple, angry glare, the other guy turns around to walk away as if he wasn't doing anything wrong. Sighing to himself, he looks over to her with a sort of calm expression.

"You wouldn't happen to visit nightclubs, now would you? And my name's Pan'medur."

 

[Roshki Belawiiks]

[member="Pan'medur"]

"Oh...that sucks bantha balls." My good humour deflated a bit. I didn't know if this fella's home planet was Ryloth or not, but he was clearly fond of the big rock. "Sorry to hear that."

Shifting my feet, I suddenly felt awkward. Giving sympathies, condolences, and the likes just wasn't my thing; if it was up to me I'd just tell everybody to kark off or suck it up. But even I knew that probably wasn't the best response for everything, which left me giving weak "sorry" statements.

"Nightclubs? Used to." Those were the fun, if sometimes scary, times of my before-Jedi life. Partying it up with my friends, getting drunk like only underage kids could, and then later taking a hit of A Vrassa.

But those days were long gone, and I was surprised to find myself wishing to avoid them. There were too many triggers at night clubs, and while I'd been on the bandwagon for about a year or so, I still had no wish to fall off.

"Getting drunk won't help you. You'll end up posting stupid chit on the 'Net, and then wake up with a killer headache." Alright, alright. So my "don't tell him to suck it up or kark off" resolution had pretty much been blown to bits. But at least I said it with a little bit of finesse, right?

 

[Udrusa Chagteath]

[member="Roshki Belawiiks"]

With a small frown, he shrugs indifferently at her response. But, in the end, she was right, being drunk is never helpful, for anyone. So, he decided that he may, instead, go to a leap-jump club, or something (Look it up here: http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Leap-jump)similar. But then, he would leave her back to... whatever it is she was doing, and he wanted someone to talk to. With a tilt of his head to the side, he fires of another question for the Togruta.

"What about leap-jump? Only been around since the Clone Wars, so its relatively new, compared to the usual music you hear in cantinas and whatnot." It was true, it started out during the Clone Wars, and was immediately popular among teenagers and young adults. He could say it wasn't that bad, he's even 'leap-jump' to it, sometimes... Heh, puns.