ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ɢᴜɴ
The trip would take through the darkened back alleys, lost and homeless souls parting to avoid the dangerous looking duo, and even a few ruffians exchanging wary glances and keeping to themselves, huddled around bonfires or the back doors of seedy pubs.
"Mm." She nods understandingly "Truer words have never been spoken. It's a philosophy I've become all too familiar with. "
Eventually they arrive at a derelict landing pad, visible only thanks to a few flickering lights long overdue for maintenance. Being a Twi'lek, Tayl could see well enough in the dark, and something told her that Samara's own senses would do her just fine.
The ship itself appeared strangely unlocked, Cockpit open and awaiting the return of it's master. It was a fine Fang-class starfighter, a classic Mandalorian design from a bygone age when the Sith could be counted on one hand, if even.
"Well, we share similar tastes anyway" She chortled. Once she neared the ship, Tayl performed some sort of gesture, attracting the attention of something inside.
"Yaimpar!"
A long and slender tail popped up over the lip of the cockpit, swaying excitedly from side to side, the black and white stripes of it's fur appearing almost like leaves in a tropical storm. The creature was quick to leap out onto the Starfighter's wing, Whining happily at his owner and retracting his long claws now that he knew the lifeforms approaching were friendly. Relatively so, at least.
"C'mere! Sit boy, Parer!" Tayl knelt on one knee to scratch between the creature's black horns as it purred softly, Only sparing Samara a curious, golden glance, as it was rather busy soaking up attention right now.
But of course, he couldn't have it for long, and chose to sit as commanded, just curling up and wagging it's long slender tail gently while Tayl concluded her business here.
She stood upon the ship's wing, clambering over the side and into the cockpit just long enough to retrieve a long box that had been stashed away beside the pilot's seat. With a soft grunt, she clambered back down set the box in front of Samara.
Once open, she could see Tayl's extensive collection of knives from all over the galaxy, all tucked neatly away in custom made sheathes and padded inserts into the box.
But of course, the most impressive of all was the long Vizsla Dueling Sabre displayed in it's center. The ferrocarbon grip, black and roughly textured for war, bore distinctly Mandalorian markings, such as the Karta'beskar, in gleaming chrome inlaid from stem to stern.
She removed it from it's polished sheath for but a moment, Gleaming in it's quality against the flashing lights nearby, only to come alive at the pull of it's activation trigger. Crackling to life with the distinct sound of a lightsaber, The fiery glow overtook it's very edge across the entire blade, Little sparks of energy bathing them both in warmth and colored light for just a moment, only to suddenly dissipate as Tayl removed her finger from the trigger.
Carefully, she put the warm blade back into it's polished Ori'ramikaad sheath, And presented it to Samara with a low bow as she had done with the pike before.
"Consider it a partial down payment, on behalf of Clan Vizsla"
And then, once taken, and just as mysteriously as she had appeared, Tayl boarded her ship with the creature, and departed.
