Drop Point Station

[Not Ordo]

[member="Morgaine deWinter"] [member="Aiden Krato"]

So this was drop point station. My mind reeled at the thought of being around so many people but everyone needs to refuel and this was one of those places that didn't check your cargo or ask where you were heading they just had one rule; don't cause propblems for the station. The place was relativly unknown most of it's needs were met by spacers of various kinds making deliveries to the station as needed. There was no crime lord here, just a lot of like minded people keeping out of the public eye. Many people said the place was founded by a fleet of Vagrant spacers, but their existance was more of a rumor than my own people.

I walked along the promenade with my rucksack over my shoulder and my blade on my hip. Work had been scarce and what little I had I would need for a meal and the cost of fuel and water. my boots clicked on the durasteel flooring as i passed a load lifter droid carrying a 2m x 2m grey crate. It was said that this was one of the safest ports on the Hydian way and judging by the way people acted toward new comers, I believed it. The port master, the big wookie with grey on his chin, and his protocol droid gave me the rule before i even left the seat of my Skipray blastboat. It was ok though, i needed trouble like I needed a hole in the head. So on I walked looking for either work or a cheap meal preferably both, but in reality I would have settled for some scraps and a pallet on the deck.

Finally, I came across a sign asking for help. Waitress...lovely. I had as much love for taking people orders as hutts have for bathing and so I moved on. After an hour or so of wandering between shops and eateries I found a small droid repair that was looking for some help. Now that, that I could do. When you grew up on a nomad fleet you had to be self sufficient. If it broke you fixed it, if you couldn't fix it, you went without. I walked up to the old sullustan and adjusted my sack on my shoulder.

"I'd like to apply for the droid repair assitant." I said as i hoped he would make it quick and hire me.

"Do you know the differance between a hydro spanner and micrograbber?" he asked.

I reached into my sack and pulled out my tool kit, opened it and held up my spanner and my micrograbber.

"Hydrospanner" I said motioning with the tool.

"Micrograbber." I said motioning with the other.

"You hired." he said, "I have three ancient industrial automaton R7 droids that need work, can you bridge processors?"

"Do mynoks suck power cables?" was my reply.

"Good take the R7-X3 and see what you can do and I'll take the other two." he said as he pointed to a good looking green and white R7.

"Thanks." I said as my stomach rumbled.

I walked over to the deactivated droid, sat down my tool kit and got to work. Processors were a schutta to deal with if you weren't careful. It was clear I was going to be a while.

 

[Morgaine deWinter]

Even places like this had sewers. And Morgaine deWinter was in them. The muck stuck to her clothes and hair, but the last thing anyone who would see her would've thought it bothered her. The emaciated woman had a huge smile on her face as she took another drag from her death stick, grinning in satisfaction.

"Work your asses!" she shouted, causing a group of young teenagers to hurry up. Each of them had several bags in their hands, as well as a little strainer. Morgaine's orders had been clear; they were here to collect the poop. Morgaine went over the numbers in her head. If she'd work them hard enough, they'd end up with about a ton of fresh poop. And then they would deliver them to Spira, and she would make more money.

She'd had a strainer as well, just like the others, but she'd seen it fit to put it on her head as a hat instead of actually play with the poop.

Taking a few steps back now, Morgaine inspected her handiwork. Poop people to collect poop to sell as fertilizer. She was going to be even richer. And then, oh, all the labs she would be able to purchase... It was one of the very few things that could bring a smile to her pale face. She was leaning against the wall now, and one eye golden and one eye green suddenly opened wide in panic as the wall gave way, and Morgaine found herself falling together with sewer spillage right into the main area of the ship.

"Fuck."


[member="Jiana Korr"] @Aiden Krato

 

[Frederic]

Aiden's focus was on getting in and getting out. He was in business mode and when he was in business mode very few things were able to take away from his attention. This was part of the reason he was so good at what he did; he was focused, careful, and to the point. These kind of traits set him apart from other smugglers who tended to be just a seedy as the scumbag hiring them, which was enough for Aiden to stay pretty busy. It was also the reason he tended to not have too many friends. With work dragging him every which way and his time on the job consisting of structured landings on distant stations for a quick refueling and a bite to eat, it didn't really leave much time for him to pursue friendships or connections with others. So now his mind, wrapping around these thoughts as he made his way down another promenade down the station, was pulled back into reality as a striking beautiful woman passed him with a blade on her side and a knapsack looking contraption on her shoulder.

Aiden's clothes consisted of a cliche worn leather smugglerish duster that fell to his ankles and was well-fitted, allowing for maneuverability in case of a fight but keeping things stylish even though it was old and saw a lot of work in the past few years. It matched his cowboyesk hat that he had pulled low over the front of his face, again keeping things smuggler, it's main purpose to hide his face from everyone outside. But underneath both these necessary and important pieces of clothing was where the action was. He was wearing a loose sky blue button down shirt, exposing part of his chest that began to thud a little more quickly as his blue eyes looked over this blonde headed woman, and a pair of well fitted black pants that hand too many pockets, each one hiding it's own secret. Strapped to the pants on either side of both thighs were two modified and honed BlasTech T-6 "Thunderer"'s. The weight of the two heavy blasters had been diminished through the scrapping of unnecessary pieces and parts so he could maneuver them better in a fight, oh those guns were Aiden's pride and joy, even more so than his ship. He had used them countless times, but only fired them every now and then. Generally it was enough for him to brandish them or motion to them, but never unholster them. When he did though it meant trouble, it meant things went wrong.

But in this split second of thought as he felt the blasters on his thigh and let the gruesome memories chase through his mind, he refocused on that woman. Never had he seen a human like her. At least not in a long time. But maybe he was just overplaying her beauty out of sheer loneliness. He blinked as if waking from a daze and nodded slightly, thinking that must be the reason he was so struck by her. He shook his head and then stopped quickly in his tracks, his hands sliding from his pockets, as if his body were readying itself, and his head bobbing up so he could get a better look at the scene that happened still yards in front of him. Through the crowd he saw a woman appear from nothingness, soon after realizing she actually fell from some place within the walls of the station. A look of sheer disgust and sympathy fell over his face as his right hand ran to cover his nose and mouth, his eyes unable to pull away from the young woman covered in feces and sprawled out before a now growing crowd on the stations cold metallic floor. He, being a generally good person, had every desire to run and help her up, had it been any other situation he would have, but not this time. His left foot even jerked a little in response to his hearts desire, but his mind willed it to stay still, not wanting to continue forward.
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[member="Morgaine deWinter"] & [member="Jiana Korr"]

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Morgaine deWinter"] [member="Aiden Krato"] ((sorry my notifications frazzled or something))

I looked up from my work on the heuristic processor of the old astromech. Micro grabbers in hand I leand out of my seat to look out the door of the shop. My hand went to my mouth as I watched the scene unfold. A woman lay sprawled on the deck covered in excrement. I bit my lip for a second.

'Should I help her?' I thought.

It must have been wholly embarrassing to be laid out for all to see but really all I wanted was my pay a meal and a trip to my next destination. I stood and walked to the door and leaned on the frame with crossed arms. There was something I could do after all. I activated a newly fixed scrubber droid and watched as it headed to help clean the mess.