The Smuggler's Moon

[WelshPsych]

He chuckled and shook his head, sometimes he couldn't convince others that the Sith weren't evil but he had met more than enough unfriendly Jedi to know different, his eyes continued to scan the area for a second in this scheme he knew worked on those not from here, he had done it to survive.

"Friendly yes and if our pockets have anything worthwhile they will pretend to be our friends. But they are far from it." He noted another staring at them, he coughed and whispered to Fletcher "young girl, beaware and keep everything close."

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Nonadul"]

 

[PadawnPrawn]

Instinctively reaching into his pocket, he felt around for a moment before shrugging. "I only have a few credits, less than a handful." then he realised the lightsaber at his side. "oh, and a lightsaber..." he told himself not to take his eyes off them, though they were probably skilled enough to dodge that.

It was difficult to believe this place was real. It seemed like just all the illegal activities possible were rolled into this one moon and no one seemed bothered to sort it out.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Nonadul"]

 

[WelshPsych]

He nodded his head as he guided Fletcher deeper into the docks before walking up to the alien, he pulled out from his pocket a large chunk of bread and offered it to her then knelt down and offered the girl a different chunk of bread, smiling warmly to them. "You don't have to steal from me, I get along better than most. I do recommend you check out a soup kitchen nearby."

He then turned around and pointed Fletcher to ship, "Here, this ship that symbol there says it is from Naboo. If you get on this I'm more than sure you can get to Yavin from there."

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Nonadul"]

 

[Ibby]

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

Nonadul was surprised at the man's actions, taking the bread with her free hand and sniffing it suspiciously. Miracloe, however, had a different reaction.

Giving the man a cold look, the girl refused the bread. "How can we trust you?" she challenged. Clearly, she was still smarting over Nona's small suggestion, making the woman quirk an eyebrow. But she didn't reprimand her daughter; if Mira was going to say something, then she might as well say it. Besides, if the man and this boy dared lay a hand on her precious baby, Maht and Tham would be bathed in their blood.

A hand still on the bomb and a hand still holding the bread, the Cernun turned to her daughter. "Dhir lin ni ghey juskae seaen kircayi wokel haleandul, Mira." When no response came, she said sharply, "Mira."

Scowling, the young girl translated for her mother, arms crossed. "My mother just wanted to come over and say hello to the...The offworlder." Mira's eyes darted to the boy before returning to the man. It was evident she didn't trust the two as far as she could throw them, but Nona wasn't that worried. They weren't cops, the Jedi was a shrimp, and neither one was overly dark in the Force.

 

[WelshPsych]

He took a small piece of each chunk of bread and ate it as he watched their reactions, it was one that was unfortunately very common in Nar Shaddaa. He looked down at the girl, she was smart, he decided to lower himself to her level so that he could look her in the eyes as he spoke.

"I know what you were actually going to do, whether or not you will admit it is up to you. I also know that your mother has her hand on a grenade, that the three of us know he's a Jedi and that I am something else." Yuroic took a deep breath as he still looked at the girl.

"Take the bread, eat it. If your mother really does want to speak to the Jedi then tell her no grenades and if she tried anything to harm the Jedi I will kill her. Not threatening just forewarning, understand?" He looked at seriously for a moment then gave a warm smile as he stood up straight again.

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Nonadul"]

 

[PadawnPrawn]

"The Jedi has a name." he said with a smile as he glanced back at Yuroic. He held his hand out to the girl with half a handful of credits in it. "This is the only thing worth stealing from me. Take it if you want it. It's all I have. But there's nothing else I have on me."

It was sad seeing everyone so desperate here. It wasn't something he had experienced before. His home planet was kept in order and certainly wasn't as poor of polluted as this moon.

"What language is your mother even speaking?" he asked the girl, not being able to recognise it, let alone understand it.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Nonadul"]

 

[Ibby]

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

Nonadul's eyebrows shot up as the man ate the bread, seemingly intent on proving he was alright. And since he didn't die and she wasn't being hauled to the slammer yet, the woman decided he was probably alright. Mira, however, was not convinced. She continued to watch the man and the boy coldly, her young face pinched and foreboding.

When the man then lowered himself to the girl's level, the two went tense -- Nonadul was ready to pull out her grenade and Mira's little hand placed itself on her knife. But neither were prepared for what he had to say, and Nona quickly took her hand out of her pocket when he mentioned the grenade. So much for that, she thought with a twinge of respect. Mira, however, remained the same. "She can understand you, she's not dumb."

"Mira," Nona said, both a warning and a reminder. " Ghardi heki plei lei hanvay kav lunecolav."

Then, the Jedi offered his credits, and the woman had to nudge her daughter to take them. Mira appeared rather unhappy with this whole scene, so Nona made a mental note to find something to cheer her up later.

Stuffing the credits into her pockets like they were hot coals, Mira glared at the boy. But this time, she didn't say anything. At least, not to him.

"Banioe ." In that one word, Nona knew Mira was asking how much she should tell them, what they should do, and if they were trustworthy.

Stuffing the bread in a pocket under her coat, Nona pulled out her flask and took a drink. " Minni bensi ni dhogu gynfidi lei, Mira. Minni dhir vali, lei ghey ni bolic le lin menoe haneki lei sl ni cnous kircayi mae keloe ."

" Nae keloe, Banioe. Si vali mcy, Minni mcy ."

The woman rolled her eyes. " Minni ghey ni kav den harlunekoe nun. Bed lei lei non, kar wokel Lunosinior sinsiski ygi kav wonoo ."

Mira's scowl deepened, and she turned back to the two. "It's her own language. ((Proto-basic if you're trying to translate)). She wants to know your names."

 

[PadawnPrawn]

"Her own language? Wow." he said, sounding rather impressed. He eyed the two suspiciously, wondering what they were talking about and hoping they weren't plotting anything. After watching their conversation for a moment, he glanced back at Yuroic and raised an eyebrow.

"My name is Fletcher Lorcan." he said, looking at the older woman. He didn't trust the pair with his real name, especially not with their apparent criminal backgrounds.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] @Nondul

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic looked up at the mother and tilted his head as he heard that she had invented her own language. He turned back to the young girl as he bit his bottom lip, it was a difficult situation he was in as he rarely revealed his actual identity to people on Nar Shaddaa, especially those who were more permanent residents.

I never said she was dumb. I just wasn't sure if she could speak Galactic Basic so I thought you would have to translate for me. Now why did she make her own language it seems to quite an unusual thing to do.

Yuroic then looked to the Jedi and sighed deeply, shaking his head as he handed over all his creds to these strangers. Yuroic would never do something so reckless, not with money, it would incite others to come over and demand creds as well or more likely get these two mugged and possibly injured by one of the many gangs that were living in this area.

I thought I told you to get on the ship Fletcher, it's your only way home. Yuroic growled to the Jedi padawan as he rose to his full height, adjusting his cloak and hood to keep his face still covered as he watched the three other person.

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Nonadul"]

 

[Ibby]

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Fletcher Lorcan"]

Nonadul and Mira exchanged glances, but for different reasons. Mira was wondering about whether she should say anything or not, and Nona was hoping Mira wouldn't get curious about the language's origins. Oh, the woman was a magnificent liar, but she rarely told her daughter anything but the truth.

And the truth right now was something she hoped wouldn't come out because of these two.

To her relief, Mira merely shrugged, choosing not to answer the question about their language. But she had that look on her face, the one that meant the two females were going to have to talk later.

When the Jedi introduced himself, Mira again looked at her mother, who raised an eyebrow. "I'm...Chloe. My mother is Mona." Nona patted her daughter on the head, an outlet for the eye roll she was stifling. She herself would have chosen something better (I.e. Thalia and De'Nai) but she'd already allowed her daughter to take the lead.

The mysterious man, who had yet to introduce himself, growled something to Fletcher, and the change in his manner caused Nonadul to gently pull her daughter back, in case a fight would happen. Meanwhile, Mira shot her an I told you they weren't trustworthy look, taking a hold of her cloak with one hand.

 

[PadawnPrawn]

Fletcher looked back at Yuroic and frowned as if to say what? He didn't see anything wrong with giving the pair the credits. Though he had never been to such a place as this, he could hardly be blamed.

The girl's hesitation suggested that she wasn't telling the truth, though he could hardly judge her, he had done the same.

Feeling somewhat intimidated by Yuroic's sudden growl, he shrunk down and nodded, turning away from the three of them and boarding the ship as he was told to. He didn't want to argue with the man and was just too tired to carry on.

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Nonadul"]

 

[WelshPsych]

He sighed as he didn't want to leave Fletcher on these terms, he waved to the boy and shouted out to the boy. "Hey, keep safe and I don't want to have to save your butt again." He winked to the boy before he sighed and turned to the mother and daughter, rubbing his forehead slowly as he groans, the weight of being involved in several people's murder took its toll on him

"I apologise for my attitude but the day has been long and I have had to do things today that has left me questioning if what I am doing here is worth it all." He confessed with his head lowered before he turned away and wandered down the street back to his hideout as news of the mass killing by an assault ship was broadcasted on the news.

[member="Fletcher Lorcan"] [member="Nonadul"]