I'm Out of Clever Song References [Nessa]

[Fabula Caromed]

The Wheel, Level 34-C, some random corridor
Her father hadn't exactly been one of the most imperialistic Mandalorians in existence, but Jatie Graad had heard plenty of people express the opinion that she should view every world she visited as a potential target. The Wheel wasn't theirs yet, but chances were that it was only a matter of time before that little problem was remedied. Either way, it wasn't much of Jatie's concern where they fought or what they took. She was on the Wheel looking for parts, not property. After all, there were few better places outside of aligned space to find whatever you could possibly be looking for, and one doesn't make sonic blasters using beskar and bone.

The girl had managed to track down a few existing sonic blasters in a shop on the Wheel. Two or three models seemed to exist, but they were in surprisingly low supply, considering how frequently conflicts in the galaxy involved Force users. Picking up some sort of old Aratech monstrosity that was far too inefficient at its job, she scoffed and added it to her little basket. That made three different guns for her to study on her way back home, and three to dissect for parts in whatever prototype she came up with.

She passed her credit chit to the man across the counter with a grin on her face. "You know, you should look into stocking more of these things. I figure demand is probably gonna be pretty high soon."

The Rodian just shook his head and shrugged. "If it raises, I may get more. But the money right now is in slugthrowers." He swiped the chit and tossed it back across. "I'm not expecting a lot of change, either. Those Omega types just love their ballistics."

Jatie's smirk didn't subside a bit as she pocketed her card and accepted a carrying case from the bug-eyed alien across from her. Oh, how many assumptions she was going to challenge. How many people she was going to catch off-guard with this. Maybe it wouldn't be enough to get that GLORY AND HONOR that all of the other kids her age were obsessed with, but she might be able to make a mark on the galaxy with Clan Graad's name on it, and that suited her just fine.

Clicking the case of sonic blasters shut, Jatie walked out into the Wheel proper, stretching in content. Today was a good day.
@[member="Nessarose deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

"CAREFULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!" the scream of one female teenager pierced the halls that were scattered across the Wheel. Her legs wobbled beneath her as she tried to control the hoverboard; it was slippier than a snake, and made the weirdest sounds. Behind her was the full entourage, running after their Queen, unsure of what to do. n some places of the galaxy, they were not permitted to show their use of the Force, but none had thought to ask beforehand if this place would be one of them as well.

And of course, the first shop they'd walked into had to be a toy shop. Nessarose had seen the sign and gotten all SQUEEE about it and before you knew it, she was rushing through the halls of the place on her shiny new hoverboard, with about 0 idea on how to actually control it. But the thought that she might bump into someone or even ride someone over never even once crossed her mind.

@[member="Jatie Graad"]

 

[Fabula Caromed]

There was a shout. Jatie's hand reached to her side, for her Ripper...and before she had a chance to react, she was bowled over by a girl on a kid's repulsor-toy. Flying back in a mess of limbs and gravity and occasionally pain, she only stumbled until she hit a sharp corner, at which point of course her body decided to stop tripping and start falling. The bite of concussive trauma smacked the back of her head like she'd been hit in the skull by a rifle butt, and she laid still and groaning for a few seconds.

Then, of course, her mouth started back up. "...Nngh...anyone get the ID number on that speeder?" Kind of damp wit for a moment like that, but she'd just had head trauma. Her lack of snark might be excused considering her brain was still jostled. In a few seconds, she'd managed to remind herself that she had extremities and that those extremities needed to be moved in order to get anything done. She flexed her hands at first, then reflexively gripped her legitimately-purchased gun case tightly.

It was sort of hard for her to get up with a squishy ball of cotton candy and energy tangled into the mass of limbs the two of them had managed to form upon collision, but that had absolutely no detrimental effect on Jatie's incessantly-yowling trap. "Well now. I would've guessed that being touched by an angel would hurt less, but I'm not complaining."
@[member="Nessarose deWinter"]