Private Spaceport Problems

[Kahlil Noble]

Hapes was one of those premiere destinations for Kahlil. The planet that never sleeps, at least because of the Hapan's lack of dark vision. It wasn't even shady in the business sense either. Everything was above board, at least for what the Jedi found in his trips there. Like all the other times he was here on business. Freighter work. That's how he got around the galaxy so much. Deliveries and cargo transportation. This time was a much larger load, some crates of sculptures and art. Expensive stuff. Probably why he was getting paid so much. A private collector wanted to gather up some of Hapes lesser known artist's creations and open a museum.

The tall figure was sitting in a cafe sort of shop in the spaceport. For now he had to wait for the ship to be loaded. R6 was watching over the ship, and had a direct line to Kahlil if anything went wrong. For now though, he was just enjoying his coffee and waiting for the day to continue.

 

[Zayle Reyis]

Kahlil Noble

Freedom. It wasn’t something the silver eyed man had ever had before. His father’s family had bought his contract and told him he would never have to be a servant again. Well. If one could call a trained bodyguard a ‘servant’.

Naturally he didn’t trust them, just as they didn’t trust him either. Once he learned what his father had tried to do, well, he liked the man even less. What he remembered of him was more his absence that led to more trouble. Now he learned of his blood ties and frankly? He was happy he was told he could go anywhere, do anything he wanted. He was unfettered now and he wanted off this miserable rock.

Problem was… Communication. He had a small droid that floated around him, something that could translate his sign language. It helped, but it didn’t mean he didn’t find it annoying. He’d been saddled with the thing when he’d been dealing with his half siblings since he hadn’t let on that he could speak using his mind. They’d had to get a droid with the right language coding. While he could have saved them all the trouble, he hated using his mind-speech with strangers, so, he put up with it. He could have written, and had, but it was too time consuming.

He strolled up to the bartender, ignoring the looks he got from the patrons around him. The droid hovered where it could see his hands and face and he ‘spoke’. ///I need passage out of this sector, where would I find a pilot?///
“You might find one here, maybe or just go to the docking bay.”
///I tried there, they sent me here.///
“Then you might be shit out of luck for a bit.”

He looked around the room and sighed, an expression of frustration and annoyance crossing his face. He gave the man a nod, then ordered a drink. Just as he was about to sit down he felt someone at his back and he turned.
“Don’t see many pretty hapan boys looking to leave. I’ll be your pilot if you want?”

Zay wasn’t normally the type to get pestered by this kind of scum. His height of almost seven feet and his general attitude of ‘fuck off’ usually dissuaded trash from trying to be a problem. When he didn’t immediately answer the man sneered at him and reached, which was when Zay struck. He shifted out of his seat while grabbing the man's arm pulling him forward, then smashed his face neatly into the counter before letting go. The audible crunch of bone satisfied the silver eyed Lopara's annoyance and he took his seat after letting the unconscious body fall to the floor. He then cast his gaze around the room looking to see if anyone was going to protest, but it seemed this piece of vermin either had no friends, or no one had the courage.

This was fine by him. He drank down the glass and prepared to wait...

 

[Kahlil Noble]

It had proven incredibly rare for Kahlil to meet someone near his own height, short of a Wookie or other such lumbering species. The commotion caught his attention immediately, and usually he'd be the first up to stop it. But the sight of Zayle had him pause, just long enough that the man who ended up the victim fell to the ground, unconscious. He cleared his throat as he finished off his drink and got up.

"You uh, alright over here..?"