Fistful of Swoon

[Naomi Carolina]

[member="Aela Talith"]

The teen knelt down on the permacrete next to Grits. "Go on, you heard her." Grits warbled and extended its circuitry, plugging into the counsel. Naomi brought her hands back, quickly tying her coppery-hair into a simple ponytail. Anything to keep that flash of red of hers from drawing too much attention.

Grits warbled.

"Yes. The city maps," Naomi pushed her palm against the edge of her nose, getting at an itch. "Whaddayeah mean there are wanted posters? Bring 'em up."

Grits razzled and displayed an image to Naomi and Aela with their faces up for a reward. 500,000 credits. The teen's jaw dropped. "I ain't never seen that many credits in my life," she mused.

 

[Aela Talith]

[member="Naomi Carolina"]

She chuckled.

Five hundred thousand was a lot of money, but during the hayday of the One Sith any Jedi had a standing bounty of two million credits. "Maybe you should turn yourself in."

Aela mused quietly.

She wasn't serious of course, that would have been a terrible decision. This did mean however that they couldn't trust anyone on the street, or inside for that matter. Naomi was right, five hundred thousand credits was quite a bit of money to...well pretty much anyone.

"Hurry." She urged. "Can't stand around here forever."

Lest anyone comes along and gets ideas.