Private Nevarro Blues

[Ceres Izner]

NEVARRO | LATE AFTERNOON
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The harsh, volcanic planet of Nevarro was generally a place that no sane or civilized person would ever visit. Attempts have been made over the centuries to try and make something of the planet, from bounty hunters banding together to try and do something good, to the New Republic, all the way through to the present day. But there was no hope for a planet like this. Nothing short of an orbital bombardment would be able to wash clean the infestation of villainy on the planet.

And that made it absolutely brilliant for a certain Corellian spacer hoping for a side hustle.

Ceres had nothing going on for the moment. Being in between jobs was always a pain for her, seeing as most of her pay was sent away almost immediately upon receiving. And she needed a quick scheme to at least get herself some creds to stay alive. Unfortunately, on a world rife with opportunities for people like her... there were literally no opportunities coming her way, no matter how hard she looked or batted eyelashes. It was time for her to pull an old trick in the book of criminals.

Ceres hung around the spaceport of Nevarro City, in search of anything that looked like it could fetch a good price in the right places. The Jawas on Tatooine would likely do backflips all day, though they weren't known for their good deals when selling to them. Though there were other elements in the Galaxy that would definitely pay up for the right kind of ship. It just so happened that she had been scouting a very respectable corvette that checked every single box she was compiling in her scheming head. The woman rubbed her hands together as a smirk took hold.

Making sure her face paint was still right, she casually sauntered over like it was her own ship, before she got to work on breaking in. After taking a lot longer than she would like to admit, she got to work on finding her way to the bridge... without running into anyone...

 

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EW bobbed around the cockpit, on the ship alone for now. Jay, Ki'tala, and the other crewmembers were off doing... crewmembery things while the tactical droid stayed on the Cloud Breaker. She liked staying put ways better. Maybe because she would built at the same time. Meh. She didn't know. Then there was... wait? An alert! Was someone...?

EW checked the security for the corvette, finding someone she didn't recognize walking the halls. Weird.... How did they get on board. Where they a friend of Jai? He would've said something right? Right! She needed to stop them! with what though. Oh what could she... doors! EW would quickly connect to the ship to slam one of the bulkheads shut in front of the mystery person. She then quickly went to the intercom.

"Hello. Who are you? Why are you on this ship? I don't think you should be here?" EW's voice was oddly cheery, all things considered, but it was how she usually acted.

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[Ceres Izner]

Ceres was doing a solid job of moving through the ship towards the cockpit. The money from stealing this could feed her for a long while... she might even be able to send a large chunk of the score to her family. It didn't even seem like there was someone onboard either. This was simply too perfect!

Until the blast door ahead of her sealed shut without any warning. Ceres stopped as she looked around, immediately drawing her pistol when a voice came over the intercom. Her eyes scanned the area around her for a moment as she tried to figure out who the mysterious voice was. It sounded like a droid... an unnaturally chipper one at that.

"Um... I'm a friend... of the family." She spoke up with a cool voice, meanwhile she was starting to get very nervous. If a droid had control of the ship, she was in big trouble. "Say, you sound like a good sport... why don't you, uh... open up and we can talk while we wait for 'em to get back?" She perked up with a smile as she glanced up at a security camera.

Already she was making plans if the talking didn't work out. It was always a gamble with droids. Flip of a credit. Either they went with it... or the intruders got spaced. She desperately hoped that the droid was part of the former.

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EW listened and looked at the holoprojector curiously. Friend of the family? She didn't look familiar. Or sound familiar. Didn't sound Mandalorian so wasn't that family. Didn't seem to be in The Family, even if she was calm as could be. Maybe she was, but this was the first time she was working with Jai, and didn't know he was doing things. She seemed nice enough, but she had broken onto a corvette that clearly wasn't hers....

"You do not sound like family, or look familiar. How do I know you're telling the truth? Hm.... Oh! I know. Did someone send you? Do you know who owns this ship? Uh.... Hm.... That's all I can think of." All the while EW kept her cheeriness, but she attempted to figure out a plan. She was a lot better at strategy than organic interaction.... At least she thought she was.... Maybe that was why it was easier to deal with Jai than Ki'tala? Either way, she had to come up with a plan if this didn't work, and from what she was told opening the Glitter canisters wasn't an option if the ship was going to remain functional.

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She was hoping for some kind of other question in a situation like this. And the hall she was in had barely anything in terms of advantages. If that little droid felt like dropping the windows for a cruise through space, she was done for. "Um..." She tugged and rummaged through every part of her memory from watching the ship. She heard the dude's name somewhere... but what was it?

"... Jack? No, sorry! Jay! Yeah, Jay! Ah man, we go way back. Been wanting to catch up with him again!" Her heart was pounding as she carefully scooted closer to a nearby ventilation duct. At least the vents would eliminate a surprise blaster turret popping out. Unless this ship's owner was one of those paranoid psychos that booby trapped their vents.

She still had the scar from the last time that happened...

"So, uh... we good? Wanna talk?" She asked with a bright smile as she worked on quietly opening up the vent. She was fighting hard to keep her nerves in check. Why did it have to be a droid? At least with people she could talk her way out of a situation!

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