Private One last delivery

[Kaska Bastee]

Objective: Deliver prisoner on way to Hurikane
Location: Stardock, Shipyards, Bonadan
Outfit: Morellian Oilcoat
Equipment: See Bio
Tags: Azann Drall

The Duro fugitive had made off with some sort of secret designs that were supposed to be huge advances for the administrators of the Shipyards. Kaska wasn’t sure if they were something that would advance the manner in which ships would be constructed or a new model of ship that would be a big credit maker out in this portion of the galaxy and into the Wild Spaces. And honestly Kaska didn’t care. Her job wasn’t to get involved with the why of the crime or what the crime pertained to. Her team had made the capture and she would have the credits for turning the thief over sent to their accounts. It would be her last task as a Morellian Enforcer for quite some time.

A new group of revolutionaries was being formed on Hurikane, making a stand against the rising tyranny of Imperial thinking in the Outer Rim. It would be a good opportunity for Kaska to invest her time and talents into something that would affect the greater galaxy, not just her little corner. It was hard to leave home, and her mother. But she had been preparing herself for that since the emergence of the Dark Empire. She knew that Morellia was not where her destiny lay. Though she was surprised that Hurikane was going to be the start of her journey of making her father and master’s sacrifices worthwhile.

The beaten up CC-F1400 Light Freighter would easily get Kaska from Morellia to Bonadan and then from Bonadan to Hurikane, but once she joined up with the Tingel Arm Coalition Kaska would sell the ship and send whatever credits were made back to her old crew of Enforcers. She didn’t need a ship…or more precisely if she did this ship while steady and fitting for the Enforcers was not quite her style. She would find something new if it came to that.

The ship came to a soft landing on the pad assigned to Kaska by the Shipyards’ control. Kaska quickly went through the standby routine for the ship and bounded up from the pilot’s chair. She moved to the passenger area which contained an energy cell keeping the fugitive Duro safely in one spot for the journey. ”Alright. Time to pay the piper,” Kaska said to the Duro, opening up the cage and motioning for him to step out. She put her hand on his shoulder and guided him out of the ship. There was no one waiting for Kaska on the landing pad, but that was ok. She knew where she was going. It wasn’t the first time someone had stolen from the shipyards and fled to Morellia.

As she strode from the dock to the admin offices there was a strange tingling in Kaska’s consciousness. Someone didn’t belong here. Not in the way that would require her Enforcer training, in a good way. She cautiously looked around, knowing that if the Duro tried to run he wouldn’t get very far. There were plenty of others in the shipyards of course. The only thing that might have seemed out of place was a Miriallan who, despite his impressive height, looked as though he might not have been old enough to be employed by the shipyards. Though it was an Outer Rim facility with obviously lax security for as many times she’d visited to deliver a fugitive. This boy might have been a scavenger of some sort. But that didn’t explain the feeling that she was getting…the feeling did seem to be coming from him however.

After a smooth delivery of the fugitive and the credits into the Enforcers accounts, Kaska made her way back to the docks. Her head was on a swivel as she did so hoping to run into the green-skinned young man again. As she got close to where her ship lay in waiting, she felt it again, then she saw him. Taking a few steps over to the young man she smiled. Dressed as an Enforcer and not a Jedi she wondered what he might think. Though if he was talented in the Force he might be able to sense her as well. ”You seem out of place here. Can I ask your name?”

 

[Azann Drall]

Sat tucked in the corner of some shipping crates, Azann peered out into the crowd of people arriving and departing Bonadan. After over a year of the same routine, the young boy could recognize most of the shipyards usual crowd. It was those that he couldn't recognize that he kept his eye on. The Mirialan ventured to this spot each and every day, wondering if the demons from his past would finally catch up to him. He let his anxiety get the better of him, feeling uneasy if he did not have an eye on who was coming into the city. Most ignored him, it was almost as if he were apart of the furniture of the shipyard, everyone moving past him without any acknowledgement. This benefited him as he avoided any real trouble and some would often leave him a few credits to help get by. For all the education his family could afford in his youth, he had no real knack for manual labor and Azann had never been taught basic survival skills. He got by everyday off of the generosity of the few and the cluelessness of most. As new workers would travel to the industrial planet, Azann would use some of the lessons he had in the force to telekinetically steal the credit purses of those not truly paying attention.

Blue eyes continued to scan the crowd of people as the next ship began its landing sequence. A black robe kept most of his face and frail body hidden. He hadn't eaten much since arriving, this was a detriment to his tall frame as he looked like a giant skeleton sitting in the shadows. Each credit "earned" went to paying for a shelter to sleep under, not much was left over for food.

A pair of Rodian workers emerged along the path, Azann had seen them before, they likely were finishing their break, heading back to work. The pair approached the teenager, crouched down to offer a bit of food from their lunch, before snatching it away as Azann reached out for it. They laughed, emboldened by their prank. One of the two gave a stern kick to the side of the Mirialan, before trotting off, speaking in a language he still could not understand.

The pain gave way to his blood beginning to boil as rage built up inside of him. He was too weak to chase them down, let alone put up a fight. His chest began to rise and fall rapidly, fists balling up in anger. He could not understand the predation of some of these workers on the less fortunate. It enraged him thinking of how little some in this galaxy could care about others. Azann was too young to quite know how to control his emotions yet, but he suddenly felt a calmness wash over him like nothing he had ever felt before. Across the plaza he spotted someone he had never seen before, a woman that did not look like she belonged anywhere near this wretched planet. She strode confidently towards the administrative offices, Azann watching every step she took, hardly noticing that she was delivering a prisoner.

Finding himself to his feet, he hoped he would catch another glimpse of the woman if she returned to her ship. Another wave of calmness arose in him as he clocked the woman making her way back towards the ship, all of his anxieties and fears ceased to exist in this moment. It caught him off guard when he finally realized she was not moving back towards her ship but instead towards him. Once she was close enough that he could finally get a better look at her, he realized she equally eloquent as she was intimidating.

Weak as he was, Azann tried to stand tall as she stepped in front of him, posturing confidently as his father had always taught him. Her amber eyes seemed to be scanning over the young man so he instinctively moved his robe to cover his frail body before replying, "Azann". He decided to leave his surname out, although he felt safe enough in her presence, he could never be too sure who she worked for.

Azann took a look around, half expecting this interaction to be a ruse, his anxiety slowly creeping back in. "Did I do something wrong?", the Mirialan spoke softly.

 

[Kaska Bastee]

Objective: Deliver prisoner on way to Hurikane
Location: Stardock, Shipyards, Bonadan
Outfit: Morellian Oilcoat
Equipment: See Bio
Tags: Azann Drall

Kaska eased forward, slowing her approach just a bit as she could sense the nerves on the young man that she’d picked out of the crowd. Reading people through the Force was not one of Kaska’s stronger talents, but every Jedi was taught it to some degree. Also, it wasn’t hard to tell that this one was not a worker and probably wasn’t supposed to be here. As he stood, Kaska had to smile just a bit. He might have been nervous, but he had been taught a thing or two about how to present oneself to a stranger. Even one that was just seen dragging a prisoner through a shipyard.

”You can relax Azann,” Kaska said with another smile and a gentle wave of her hand trying to portray an easy manner about herself. ”I’m in this system to deliver someone to be judged, not to root out others who might not follow the rules to the letter,” she hoped that Azann would believe her but she realized that she was dressed like the Enforcer that she was being for the last time and not the Jedi-type that she was on her way to become. In truth she lived her life in between these worlds, it was just a matter of which she put out to be observed.

Azann pulled his robes closer to him causing Kaska to give a bit of a frown as if he was trying to hide from her. Or something from her. ”I did not come speak with you because of anything you are doing or holding,” she said softly, reaching up slightly to put a sympathetic hand on the young man’s shoulder. Her other hand opened her oilcoat slightly exposing a lightsaber hanging on her waist. ”I sensed your talents. And I’m wondering how you came to be begging and…cutpursing in this place instead of being properly trained.”