Say "Teth" to the Address

[Saria Messoa]

The Crusty Boon was badly in need of repairs and a re-fuel, and the larder was running on almost empty. It wasn't much as far as really anything went; it was rusty, old, and all but falling apart at the seems--but it was hers, and that was saying something. Saria took pride in her rust bucket, and thanks to Koda's tutelage, she was learning how to keep it up and running and clean.

The young, budding pilot pushed up off her hands and knees, sliding the access panel closed with a satisfied sigh, "That should hold us over till we come out of hyper space."

This customer, whoever they were, was paying well enough for the ride to Teth. Saria already knew what she was going to do with the money--the Boon needed new power couplings and a new set of cooling dispensers. The funds would cover it.

With a satisfied sigh, Saria plopped down in the piloting chair at the cockpit. Life was not going the way that she thought she would. The young woman didn't really know how she thought life would go; after all, she had left home with a fist full of credits and a battered ship without so much as a game plan.

And now she was carrying passengers and cargo from A to B to make everything work out.

"Or at least I hope so," Saria murmured to herself.

One of the red lights on the console blinked, the young pilot tapped on the ship-wide innercomm, "We are coming out of hyper space to Teth, brace yourself and prepare to land."

The YT-2200 reverted back to real space and made a clean, graceful arc towards the jungle planet.

"Well," Saria shrugged as they began to exit atmosphere, "that wasn't so bad."

 

[Daedel]

'Stormcaller' sat upon heavy struts. Mud and plant matter oozed up around the flat feet on each one as steam hissed from pressure valves that belched heat and moisture into the air like the breaths of a winded mount.

She trotted down the boarding ramp infront of a rusted maintenance droid and looked at her ship. The large hole in the bulkhead, made by a recent run in with pirates sparked and crackled like a mini storm and Daedel hissed at the sight of it.

"Can eet be feexed?" She asked the droid as it wheeled up beside her. The small R9 unit burrbeled a string of binary code and she looked down at the droid's odd dome.

"Don't geeve me excuses joost resoolts." She said before she stomped off to inspect the rest of the ship. The pirates could still be on her trail and she needed to prepare.

A large puff of mist and steam rose from the ship behind her as the small team of repair droids set to work. She sighed in exasperation. She knew all to well that the smoke and extinguisher fluid would be seen for miles. He cargo was of great value and her one good chance to bring credits to her impoverished clan. This was not good.

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[Saria Messoa]

The Boon came in with a wheezing groan, landing at last with a relatively painless ease. Saria went about her new mundane work; paper work, helping the customer offload their cargo, and a routine inspection from the customs office. It was all very ordinary, all very bland.

With a satisfied sigh, she left the customs office. She adjusted her black leather jacket over her form-fitting red blouse and jeans and blinked. It was a lot hotter on Teth than she had anticipated, for a farm girl from a temperate planet, this was all so foreign. Against the glaring sun, she saw a plume of smoke rising. She remembered reading about how dangerous the jungles were on this planet, but at the same time, if that meant anything at all, like a potential job or someone in trouble, Saria wanted to be on that scene.

She went back on the Boon, retrieving her DC-44 blaster pistol and a speeder bike from the hold. She patted the worn leather seat fondly, reminiscing for a second on the days back racing across the fields of barq and grains.

With a quick movement, she straddled the bike, and reeved the engine to life. Like a tan streak she raced through the streets of the small colony into the jungles. She followed the plume of smoke, and when the overhead canopy grew too dense for her to see, the young woman used her instincts and latent Force ability to stay on course. The massive trees and green life whipped past her like a blur of life, the high pitched whine of her speeder preceding her in the jungle noise. She ground to a halt when she reached her destination. She could see some ship, crashed by the looks of things and in some pretty bad shape.

Looks like today could be my lucky day after all, Saria thought to herself.

She gave a friendly wave and smile as a humanoid looking being came into view, "Hey there! You in some kind of trouble?"

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[Daedel]

Daedel heard the sound of the speeder before it appeared through the trees. She ran her black painted finger nails through her thick black hair as she looked into the trees. Her simple tan leather pants and calf boots showed her seemed out of place for the jungle and her brown sleevless tunic was of a style more suited to less traveled cultures.

She watched as the humanoid on the bike grew closer and Daedel recognized the shape of a young woman when she saw it. Her hand inched toward her rifle over her shoulder until the young woman lifted her hand and waved.

"Yes," she said waving back, "We are een need of repairs."

Daedel moved closer as a light sheen of sweat had begun to shine across her skin from the alien heat. She stood and lifted an eyebrow at the fact the young woman was here alone. A local, prehaps?

"We need tu feex our sheep." The dathomiri continued, "We haff cargo to deleever." H


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