Little Shop of Horticulture

[Isar]

An Ewok toddled along a busy street. He wore gauntlets and a strange chain bandolier, both of which seemed out of place with his traditional Endor head covering and the foot wraps he wore in place of shoes. Still, he was an altogether unremarkable figure on a rather ordinary planet. He sniffed the air. Hm. The market air at Boz Pity smelled just like any other market air on any other backwater world.

All significant events on the planet had occurred millennia ago, when a bunch of malfunctioning droids had a Hutt-induced mid-life crisis, slaughtered the Gargantelle inhabitants of Boz Pity, and then went back to Mourn and committed mass suicide. Warok stared up into the sky and grunted at the red speck far, far away. But that was tens of thousands of years ago. Now? Well, now Boz Pity was still incredibly unimportant. Except for one minor thing.

Merchants haggled with belligerent customers, while a steady stream of people trickled in and about. Warok's destination was far down the street. He poked his companion with a paw. The obtrusive Zabrak was here because Warok enjoyed company... and because he needed someone to carry his groceries.

"Come."

The oversized teddy bear toddled off, pushing and shoving through the crowd until at last he stood before the entrance to a shop. A sign hung on the door. Faed the Florist, it read in a spiky, curling font with green lettering. Warok took a moment to appreciate the window boxes out front.

"Mm. Southern Daffodils." The botanically-inclined ursine leaned forward and rubbed his nose in the flowers, taking a big whiff. "SNnnnff."

He turned to the Zabrak and beckoned him with a paw. "Smell. Yes? Wait here, I will be back before sun in sky reaches dark cloud."

Smiling happily to himself, the Ewok opened the door and moseyed on in. Always one to keep an eye out for ads in Sith and Shrubs: Gardening for the Malcontent, Warok had discovered Faed, an Iktoch who dealt in exotic plants. Warok had been delighted, even if the trip to Hutt space had been troublesome the sight of a few rare fauna to add to his garden collection would be worth it all.

As it happened, the interior of the store was a massive greenhouse. Within seconds of standing inside, Warok felt the oppressive humidity trying to drown him in water-logged air.

"Hello?" He squeaked.

[member="Darth Tauros"] | [member="Triam Akovin"] | [member="Vaati Vi Valoria"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Boz Pity certainly wasn't her cup of tea. For one thing, it was in Hutt space, and she knew she owed a LOT of material for one particular Hutt. So there was that. The other thing, this was a graveyard world... that was basically the opposite sort of thing you want to be on if you're a young lassie looking to progress the galaxy forward.

Whatever her reasons, she was strutting her stuff through the crowd, taking in the variety of characters around her. For instance, she could have sworn, she just watched a teddy bear wearing a chainmail loincloth walk into a flower shop, like... what.

If only for her own amusement, she had to figure this one out. She walked towards where the Zabrak was standing prepared to enter the building.

[member="Warok the Defiler"], [member="Darth Tauros"], @Vaati Vi Valoria

 

[Darth Atrox]

'Are you kidding me?'​

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The Zabrak dropped the bags and tripped up the female who had just barged into him; throwing his cloak off of him. "Hello. Would you like to draw your weapon so I can... Murder you?" ​

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The Zabrak placed his heavy boot on [member="Triam Akovin"]'s neck with a smirk plastered on his heavily tattooed face. ​

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'Has she figured out I'm a Sith?' he wondered.​

 

[Cassus Akovin]

[member="Darth Tauros"]

Critical mistake number one: he thought he could just push her around.

Critical mistake number two: he was in clear grabbing range.

Critical mistake number three: if one is going to call hits, expect hits to be called back.

Triam had no idea what was going on, but she was about to pound this guy back into his boots. Protected by her armor from his advances (though her neck was slightly uncomfortable for a moment, but it had protected her momentarily from the legendary force grip of Mikhail Shorn, and the armor as a whole protected her from being smashed through a wall by Ashin Varanin), and using her Phantom Fingers, she grabbed his ankle and set it to taser and drug injection, which on contact would begin to electrocute him for a loss of motor control, and subsequently fill him up with so many hallucinogens he wouldn't able to tell his hand from his ass let alone concentrate on the force.... or much of anything, since he'll go unconscious after a couple of minutes.

With something as simple reaching up, Triam also decided that maybe she would introduce this guy to her boot. She pulled on his leg, and used her other arm to sweep the leg that he was using to stabilize himself, which would knock him on his ass, and she started to get up. This was not a good thing for her opponent, and she was still grabbing his leg with five meat hooks. If she got up, and her opponent was on the ground, she was going to crush his throat, like he attempted to do so foolishly.

As she did this, she went through her personal inventory:

• Segmented Ultrachrome Armor, check
• Phantom Fingers with Cortosis Guard, check
• Neuranium Boots, check
• H.E.R.D. Laser on her chest, check
• Hundreds of C.H.I.T. Darts with special variety stashed on her person, check
• Magic belt, check
• M.E.A.D. Vader Swipe Glove, check
• iBorg implant, check
• Crappy Republic Rifle
• Two Crappy Republic Pistols

Yep, she was ready and armed to kill. Though she wasn't sure yet if she was going to kill anyone just yet. Probably this guy, since he just pissed her off for no reason and offered to murder her. There was no indication he was Sith yet, but there very few people in the galaxy so entitled in such a way as to expect to squash anyone in their path. He required a lesson in humility if not, and if he was... she could always turn him in for a bounty. That could be fun. If not... well, she'd have to kill him.

That's what Preliat would do, right?

"You just karked up mate."

 

[Vyse de Valorous]

Vyse was in the back of the Faed the Florist, in the section where the planets were grown. He had just finished having a "talk" with the owner, who is now tied up and unconscious in the closet. Dressed in his Spec Ops armor, he calmly filled his backpack with many of the exotic plants that surrounded him.

He had heard about the place and it's and exotic plants and came up with a great plan. First he found a noble who was in need of one of these planets, then Vyse would get said planet for Influence with him. But really he was also there to seal as many of them as he could, for selling and make into poisons, a win win.

Just as Vyse was finishing up, another customer came inside. Vyse would just assume the customer would leave like the rest did, when they heard nothing. Though to be safe, he turned his cloaking device on and set down the backpack. He went to get the last plant he needed, the one for the noble that was at the end of this row of planets.