Old Wounds

[Anora Vahn]

Surprisingly - very surprisingly - no trouble came from Anora's little outing. She found her way to the store, and she took the time to browse through what few things they had. Well, there was plenty to be had, but only so much durasteel. Not that Anora minded that fact, it meant less to have to choose from and pick through. Once she found something she was satisfied with, she was fitted for it, and just as suspected it was going to have to be adjusted to fit her frame.

"Of course..." she sighed out, but upon being informed that it could be done by either the end of the day or the next day? The brunette nodded, paid, and then made her way back towards the ship.

When she got there, she caught sight of the Duros mechanic. Her wrist twisted, her fingers flexed, and one of the tools nearby the bastard went from laying idly by to colliding with the Duros' head. Nothing hard enough to cause serious damage, but definitely enough to hurt. Anora however kept walking as if she'd done nothing and made her way inside.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran was standing off to the side of the ship chatting with some Jawas who had tried to sell him a new droid and he was kind of interested in bringing in a new mechanical associate just to irritate Rustbucket. He looked up just in time to see one of the mechanic's tools levitate off the ground nearby and crack into the side of the mechanic's bulbous head. He let out a surprised shout and fell backward on the top of the ship.

Tyran looked around and saw Anora walking into the spaceport and right away he knew what had happened and he gave a quick laugh and shook his head as he walked up to meet her. "So, how was your trip to the store?" He asked her. "Find a good set of armor?"

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora had heard the laugh, and she glanced behind her to first look at, then wait for Tyran before she continued up onto the ship. "I did." she answered him. "Just like you said, it was too big. But they said they'll adjust it and then have it ready for me by either later today, or tomorrow morning at the latest." she shrugged her shoulders, then stopped so that she could hand him back the credits she hadn't used.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

He took the credits back from her and pocketed them. "Alright, hopefully that wrench to the side of the head doesn't impede our repair schedule." He said giving her a knowing look. "Because I sure as hell don't want to go looking around for another mechanic again."

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora rolled her eyes, but she smirked slowly at him and shrugged a shoulder. "I didn't throw it that hard." she assured him, then turned away so that she could go and get herself some more water. She wanted to keep herself hydrated after drinking the way she had the night before.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Well if he get's pissed off and quits I'm putting you up on top of the ship to fix the damn thing." He called after her as she made her way down the ship.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Yeah, yeah..." Anora waved a hand behind herself. "Something else to learn, right?" she called back to him between drinks of water. It didn't take her long, and once she was done she wandered her way back out to Tyran. "So long as the Duros doesn't quit, do you think it's going to really take him all day?"

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"I'm a mercenary and a hired killer," he said to her deadpan, "not a mechanic with a knowledge of how to repair a ship's electrical system. Don't have much choice but to take his word for it." Tyran made his way to the kitchen and grabbed himself a drink as well.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Hm, that lovely nerf herder attitude is showing." Anora informed him with a slight shake of the head. "It was just a question. I'm going to need for you to calm down." she smirked a little, followed him back to the kitchen, and leaned against the nearest cleared space.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"You just wait, you're gonna hate me once we really get into your training." He said as he helped himself to some of the left over noodles and made himself comfortable at the table. "I'm kinda looking forward to it." He smirked back.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Gonna hate you? I think you give yourself too much credit. Who says I don't already hate you?" Anora fired back. "Oh and I'm sure you are. I'm starting to think you're a serious masochist, you know that?"

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Well I do kill, kidnap, intimidate, and otherwise cause bodily injury to people for a living....so you're probably not too far off there." He said with a shrug. The banter went on like that for the rest of the day and even into the next morning. Shockingly enough the mechanic had worked around the clock to get the ship systems back up and running and they were ready to go.

"Alright let's go get your armor and then we'll get your parents." He said. "I'm about ready to get this job over with."

 

[Anora Vahn]

It was a little strange to have such a casual, banter filled night. Especially with someone who Anora really should hate and despise. She didn't feel either of those things towards Tyran. Annoyance sure, maybe even a little amused, but not hate or resentment like she should. Maybe she really was lost - in every sense of the word no less.

Whatever the case, by morning the brunette was glad that the ship was good to go. "You know, I actually agree with you." she stated with a shake of the head. She was ready to find out what the hell was up with her parents, and then just do whatever it was that came next. But for now, she head off the ship so that they could go and get her armor.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran walked with her to the store with her to get her armor and he stood and waited while it was fitted to her again to make sure everything was just right and when she emerged wearing the light weight durasteel armor he nodded his head. "See now you're looking more like a Mando, even if you're not wearing beskar armor. We'll get that sorted down the line though." He nodded to the door and turned to leave the store. "Come on lets get off this planet."

 

[Anora Vahn]

Being put back into the armor, and now that it fit her frame, felt a hell of a lot less awkward than it had the day before when the armor hadn't fit. Anora had turned this way and that once it was on her frame, and then she had stepped out and looked herself over again once Tyran had spoken up. "It still feels strange." she stated. "Not hindering, but not the same free movement as the robes." She made a thoughtful sound, "Although, much less likely to get caught on something or set on fire..."

She followed Tyran out of the store and back to the ship. He wasn't the only one who was ready to get the hell out of here, after all. "Lets hope there are no more detours between here and my folks..."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran let out an amused huff. "Yeah well we'll see how much our luck holds when it comes to detours." He said as they made their way back to the ship and he settled into the cockpit and warmed up the systems one by one.

"So far so good," He said as he looked at the instrument panels in front of him. "All the levels are looking steady and even. I think we're good to go. You ready?" He asked her even though he knew the answer. He eased the engines up and a few minutes later they were off and back on course for his original mission.

 

[Anora Vahn]

When they got back to the ship, Anora had taken the time to inspect a couple of things as they passed. Despite the char marks and whatever other cosmetic damage, she was pleased to hear the ship rumble to life. That had her making her way to the cockpit and she settled into the co-pilot's chair.

"More than ready." she answered him before she worked to strap herself in. She was so over this planet, and they could only hope that they didn't come across anymore damned detours between here and their destination.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Once they broke orbit Tyran laid in a course for Denon into the nav computer and a few seconds later the stars stretched out before them as he took them into hyperspace. "Alright, if things go well we should be there in a few more hours." He said looking over at her in the co-pilot's chair.

"We need to find you a helmet," He said as he looked her over. "We can't have your parent's spotting you before we spot them. I've got a few spare ones in the back so when you get a chance just go pick one out that fits."

 

[Anora Vahn]

It felt almost like Anora was holding her breath up until the ship actually hit hyperspace. The brunette then exhaled heavily and sank back into the co-pilot's seat fully. They really were on their way again, finally.

But having a helmet brought up caused her to shift a bit, and she glanced towards the back before looking back at him. "Yeah, I suppose I can do that." she let out. Having them not see her coming wouldn't give them any time to make up more stories. So Anora was all for it. She wanted the truth, unhindered, and that was that.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran spent a good while with his helmet on just studying the images of his two targets on his HUD. He had a few variations of what they might look like now that they were older and some even had different hairstyles. He could have always asked Anora what they looked like but from what he could tell she hadn't seen them in sometime.

"What were you thinking about using as your weapon?" He asked her once he'd had his fill of staring at the faces of the elder members of the Vahn family. "Blaster or vibroblade?"