Never Anywhere Nice

[Anora Vahn]

"It's not that small." The place had definitely been built for one person, or an intimate couple, but it wasn't super, ultra small. Easy to lose a place like this, especially if no one remembered it was here. Which had been perfect for Anora when she had come across it. She cleaned it up, patched things from the inside so that the outside still looked in shambles, and it worked for her.

Tyran's question made her look at him, and after a moment she nodded her head. "Something like that, yeah." She had spent two years living a completely different life without the structure the Order had. So she had needed a place to go when it all just became too much for her. But rather than elaborate that fact, she disappeared into a little room that had to have been used as a pantry, and when she returned it was with a closed box. She hefted the box onto the nearest surface between the two of them, then made a gesture towards it.

"Here you go, as promised." she pat the box, then stepped aside to be out of the way.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran looked at the box for a couple seconds before opening it. He took in a deep breath as he saw his armor all neatly packed away but it was in rough shape. "I hope you beat the hell out of that di'kut that took this. It's going to take me hours to get this back into decent shape." he grumbled as he began removing everything from the box and set it on the tiny table.

After he'd got everything put on over his fatigues he felt whole again. Beskar'gam was a Mandalorian's second skin, they rarely took it off and he'd felt very vulnerable without it. he ran a quick diagnostic on all of the armor's systems. His HUD needed an update, the cable launcher in his left gauntlet needed to be replaced and the beskar blade in the right refused to eject. So on top of the hours of cleaning he had even more hours of repair work ahead of him.

Fully suited up he turned towards Anora. "Alright, Lork should be in the spaceport, He operates out of the bar there. I'll return to the ship and get my proof of the job completion and meet you there." Tyran holstered his blasters and whistled for Tyraja who leapt up from the floor where she'd been laying and followed him out of the tiny structure.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora had busied herself while Tyran reunited with his armor, though she nodded her head in affirmation to him. "Oh I made sure he'd think twice about ever doing something so stupid again." she assured, then turned back to what she had been doing. Though she had run out of little things to busy herself with before he was done, and ended up leaned against another surface to watch since she really didn't have much else to do.

And she remained there in that very spot for a time even when Ty had gotten his things - including Tyraja - and left. For a long while she remained there, arms and ankles crossed, chewing on the inside of her cheek, fingers of one hand drumming on the back of her arm. Eventually she shook her head and pushed away from the surface and head out the door. Vasos seemed very confused, considering his litter mate had left him behind, but he dutifully got up and was at Anora's side when she called for him.

The whole way Anora debated not showing up at the bar. She weighed it in her mind, over and over again, but eventually she wound up there anyhow. After all, she didn't want Tyran thinking something had happened to her if she didn't ever show. So, she made her way with Vasos in tow, and once she arrived she found a place near the entrance to wait that would not only keep her out of the way, but keep her hound from freaking people out as well.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran made his way to the spaceport and quite enjoyed the way people made an effort to stay out of his way. It wasn't often you saw a fully armored Mandalorian escorted by a full grown galek hound. Anora wasn't on his mind at the moment, Lork was and more importantly just what kind of hell he was going to unleash on the tiny man. The whole situation reeked of a set up and Tyran was going to get to the bottom of it. It took him a couple of minutes to head to his ship and get the remains of Zabb secured in a container. Kashyyyk wasn't a place you could carry around a severed head after all.

After that he met Anora outside the bar. "Alright, this guy is going to run when he sees me, I guarantee it." He said. "So you take the back entrance, he's a coward so the mere sight of Vasos should stop him cold. If I can catch him in the bar before that though come in and cover me. He's sure to have goons."

The moment he stepped into the spaceport bar every head turned towards him, a not uncommon reaction. He scanned the room and noticed a tiny human man trying to keep from being seen as he scurried towards the back. "Lork don't make me chase you, I'm not in the mood!" He yelled as he started after the man. He looked down at Tyraja. "Get him." and he pointed at Lork.

The dog was highly intelligent and darted off towards the tiny man who squealed as the massive hound bore down on him and pinned him to the ground and began barking in his face. Tyran grabbed the hound and pulled him off of the bounty dealer and then grabbed Lork by the front of his shirt and lifted him up off his feet with one hand. "Let's have a chat shall we?"

"Tyran, you're supposed to be dead!" Lork sputtered. "It's so good to see-"

"Oh shut it." He said as he dropped Lork down at an empty table. "Here's Zabb's head, I want my ten thousand." Tyran growled.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"You're awful bossy when you're ungrateful." Anora let out, though it was as she was stepping away from Tyran so that she could head to the back entrance of the building. It was a good thing that she understood the need for both payment and vindication, otherwise she would have been up in arms by now. She had put him in his place once before for being a jerk after all, she wasn't afraid to do it again - and would have by now if the situation had been different.

As it were, she got to the back entrance just in time to hear a full grown, albeit small man squeal like her sister. Anora's head shook and she nodded to Vasos, who stalked into the room and circled the three until Tyran had dropped the man into a seat. Then he sat, growling low to help keep other bodies warded away.

Nora remained towards the back; she had a good view from her spot. She could see just about everyone in the room around Tyran and Lork, and that meant she'd see the wrong kind of movement if it happened.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Ten thousand? I don't know what you mean?" Lork started but Tyran slammed an armored fist down onto the table and made the man squeal again. "Alright, alright! I'll transfer the credits to your account later tonight."

"Now!" Tyran growled. "Or I'll feed you to these hounds. Alive."

Lork did the impossible and made an even higher pitched noise as he pulled out a couple of blank credit chips and transferred the correct denominations into them from his account and handed them to Tyran. "It was business Tyran I swear!" He began to plead.

"Who paid you to set me up?" Tyran said next as he pocketed the credits.

"He didn't give a name, I just know the payment came from somewhere in the CIS territory."

That didn't make any sense to Tyran. Sure he had his enemies but he hadn't done a whole lot of business in Confederacy territory. "Where?"

"Malastare! It came from Malastare!"

Tyran stared at Lork for a few moments before letting go of him and nodding to Anora and started out of the bar. He pulled out the chips and checked them over and handed her two of them. "Six thousand for all the trouble you've gone to saving me and getting me back here." He said looking at her. "There's a difference between being ungrateful and preoccupied you know? I've got a lot on my mind right now."

 

[Anora Vahn]

The intelligence of these galek hounds was further proven when Vasos let out a much louder growl and licked his chops when it was stated that this squealing human would be fed to the pair of them. But with the deal done and over with, and no further use for him, the hound hefted himself up and made his way back to Anora, who made her way outside as soon as she was given the signal that they were done here.

When the credits were handed to her, she looked them over and sighed out heavily through her words, "Yeah I know," she told him, then stopped walking once they were far enough away from the bar. "Though when your partner really only has one facial expression and tone of voice, it all gets rather muffled in translation."

She reached out and pressed one of the two chits against his chest plate. "You need this a hell of a lot more than I do. Weapons and armor to clean and repair, and stars only knows what else." she did glance briefly at Tyraja before looking back to him. "Feed for that bottomless pit." she shrugged a shoulder.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran looked down at Tyraja. "I could always just feed her my more troublesome bounties." He said as he took the chip she had handed back to him and pocketed it. He certainly did have more use for the money than she did. "Looks like I'm off to Malastare once I get all this fixed up and get fresh supplies for my ship...and see this healer of yours. Any chance of getting you to tag along? If you're Master gives you any issues I could always just stun him." He said pulling out one of his blasters. "He'll have a forty percent chance of developing a stutter though."

 

[Anora Vahn]

Well, that at least got Nora to crack a smile, but she shook her head and reached out to rub beneath the galek's maw. "She'd end up fat and useless at the rate you collect troublesome bounties." And she spoke from experience, though really when Anora had been part of a bounty she hadn't really given him much trouble. No, that came after matters were settled.

As soon as the subject of tagging along came up however, it was immediately evident that, that had not at all been something she had expected from him. Both of her brows lofted, and there was quiet from her for a time. And then her expression smoothed and her head tipped just a little to the side. "I'm fairly certain my master wouldn't be too overly thrilled with me leaving, but he also knows that he can't stop me without force once I've made up my mind about something." She was good at following orders and instructions sure, but once she got something in her head, that was it. Hell, even Tyran knew that by now.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Well I don't want him thinking you got kidnapped again and sending the cavalry after you so you should tell him if you're going to come with me." Tyran said. If he lost of a limb to one of those lightsabers because Anora decided to keep her departure a secret he was going be a little cross. "Now take me to your healer." He said motioning for her to take the lead. "I want to get that over with."

 

[Anora Vahn]

She rolled her eyes at him, "I wasn't planning to just up and disappear, rest assured."

But he was right, getting to the healer was all they really had left to do now. Well, that and Anora letting her master know what was going on. Honestly she didn't know what was going to happen if she left with Tyran, but she did know that she wanted to keep up with her training this time. Whether that would mean meeting up for lessons, or figuring out something else, she didn't know.

Whatever the case, she would figure it out along the way like she always did. For now, she led Tyran to the temple, and after some explaining, she led him inside. It didn't take long to find her preferred healer, and while clearly Acadia was curious, she didn't ask a whole bunch of questions. Instead she just focused on healing Tyran while Anora stood by.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

It was an odd experience, that was the best way he could describe being healed by a Jedi. All the woman did was sit there across from him with her eyes closed and her hands extended and that was about it. He could feel things moving back into the proper place and his skin stitching itself back together and the overall experience wasn't something he ever wanted to sit through again, but he couldn't deny the results. He thanked the healer and left the temple as quickly as he could. Anora aside, the Jedi made him unsettled.

"I've got to get some supplies and stuff, you know the access code to the ship if I'm not there when you show up after talking with your Master." He turned and then paused. "If your sister turns out to be there please don't step inside. I really, really, really like this ship!"

 

[Anora Vahn]

Once things were done, and Tyran made his quick escape from the room, Acadia shot the younger woman a long look.

"Anora..."

"I know, I know. Thank you!" was all she said before she hurried along after Tyran. By now the whole place probably knew he was there, so she couldn't blame him for beating a hasty retreat. Not that he had done anything wrong, but that was hardly the point. "I don't think you could have moved any faster if you'd have been on fire." she told him once she caught up.

Naturally she was all for supplies and getting talking to Josh out of the way, but the comment about the ship and her sister made her sigh. "And you were doing so well..." her head shook. "Keep it up, and I'll pull just enough things out of place to make it frustrating and uncomfortable to look at on board." she warned, then shooed him with both hands. "I'll meet you at the ship."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"I'd have felt more comfortable on fire." He admitted. "I don't spook easy but that place damned sure did the job." He shuddered a bit.

It was because the Force wasn't something tangible that he could see or smell. He sure as hell had felt it when Anora had her night terrors and almost shook his house to pieces. Come to think of it there wasn't anything of his that she hadn't almost destroyed with the Force at one point or another. "I'm just saying you and your sister are dangerous to my things."

With that he left her to go and get the supplies to stock up his ship and repair his poor armor.

 

[Anora Vahn]

There was a pause from Anora, and her head shook just a tad. "Yeah, my sister is dangerous to my things too." she remind him, then turned away with a wave so that she could go and get her own things in order. She needed to let her master know what was going on, make plans to continue training - however she had to do that - and pack herself some things as well.