The Value of a Blade

[Tarazet Acsada]

Location: Alderaan, Core Worlds​

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The city of Aldera​

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Her silver head attracted the curious eyes of most of the people in the area while her gaze, that matched her hair in color, examined the beings that surrounded her, hoping to see the only familiar face she knew in the crowd. This was Aldera, the capital city of the world, mostly habitated by scholars, scientists and students but, as every big city, it also had its not so honest 'workers', that awaited veiled by the darkness of the narrow streets for their next objective.

It was snowing, something not frequent but that did happen from time to time in Aldera and the Echani was only covered by her white clothing and a grey, worn-out robe. Crossed over her back two swords rested, their blades where slightly curved. She had made them herself, with the assistance of her brother, when she was in Eshan, when her life was full of joy and light. Things had changed a lot since then, her life was now filled with darkness and the fact that it didn't corrupt her soul in the least was an incredible, or admirable, thing. Hope had indulged her to not give up, that and her noble morals had kept and would keep her from loosing herself to the dark-side.

Her concentration was now focused in searching for her brother's face or for anything that could give her a clue of where he was located. Tarazet's pace was fast, but her eyes did not left a corner unseen as she made her way through the crowds of busy people that wondered the center of the city.

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Garza]

Oh that was a great sight. I smiled as moved myself around a man. He had a Blastech woebringer blaster pistol. One of the more harder things to get since they were reserved for the military and the police forces. He had his holster open and was just begging to be grabbed. While he was looking at gun through a window, I walked up. I began a casual conversation with the man. Taking about how this other gun was better than the one on his hip. We had a disagreement but it was quite fun to fake argue with him. I then asked him to show me how in the world this Woebringer pistol was better than this cheap one. He pulled it out and handed it to me saying to feel the grip of it.

I smiled. It was almost like taking candy from a baby. I looked at it. Aimed it at the ground to see the sights. I then looked up, and with a very sarcastic remark, "Thank you!" And I took off running.

Seeing as how I have been running for a long time, and I had force powers, I turned a corner, and used a force jump to leap into an open window before he could get to me. Turning the corner the man looked completely baffled. Unsure how I just vanished into thin air. He looked around and I almost laughed out loud because of how pissed he looked. I turned and looked around in the room. Just to see if there was anything else. I put the blaster up in my vest, having inside pockets, and left out the door. Locked with a hooked deadbolt, I turned around and closed the door. Using telekinesis to lock it back up.

I made my way outside. Taking my hat off, I put it in my back pocket, and flipped my vest around. Showing a dark blue color instead of the almost baby blue. It was a reversible jacket. And oh how I loved them. Walking out, I looked around seeing nobody except I saw a very white woman. Young, pretty. And clearly of a different species, she looked almost lost. Walking up to her, I tapped her shoulder, Noticing the blades on her back. Physical swords were hard to come by. But while I had mine, a Sithsword, hidden on my back under the jacket, I knew this woman was one to use a sword.

"Is there I can do anything to help you miss, You seem lost?"

[member="Tarazet Acsada"],

 

[Tarazet Acsada]

With every step she gave the people around her seemed to multiply, making it more difficult to see through the crowd, almost impossible to try and identify a face she had not seen for six years now. In the back of her head one thought started to from, the chances of seeing him had diminished, she would not find him. Tarazet pushed the thought away because she knew she would not stop looking for him and because it was true that it would be more difficult but there where also more chances that her brother was within the crowd.

She was walking in a straight line, or as straight as she could since not everyone moved to let her pass. It was then when she felt someone tapping her shoulder. The young woman turned her head and body slightly, her silver gaze first looking into the eyes of the man before quickly analyzing him from head to toes, something most Echani did given their ability to read others through their movements and expressions. This man was offering her help or guidance but if the mistrustful nature of Tarazet wasn't enough to neglect his offer, there was something about him that she found suspicious, "I am not lost but I am looking for a male of my race who's facial features are particularly similar to mine" She said, her voice was calm and pleasant to hear but distant, she did not trust the man. It was known that only their parents could tell the difference between two Echani siblings, even if they were not twins. In the case of Tarazet and her brother, Nuzakan, they where the female or male version of the other respectively and not exact copies of each other despite the fact that they still were ridiculously alike. Her arms where hanging loosely down her sides, her fingertips slightly touching the cold handle of two slim, long knives which sheaths where tied to her thighs and out of view of the man due to the grey robe she was wearing. She did not plan on using them, the fact that she was touching them was merely because their location was meant for her to be able to grab them quickly if she where to require them and not because she was expecting an attack.

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Garza]

Wow was she a looker from the front as well. After tapping her on the shoulder, she seemed to almost want to slap my face when all I did was offer to help. However, she still went to explain that she was looking for someone of her race that looked like her. Ah so white hair, silver eyes, blades, and dressed in grey, She must be one of the Echani. They were a race of warriors. Rumors of their abilities to predict attacks as well as be avid swordsmen. Clearly this one was a female though. Looking her over, I noticed that her hands were under the cloak that she wore. Either close enough to another weapon or already drawing it. You see, living on the streets you get this kind of feel for people. Reading them and their actions. As well when you are a thief, you need to read who they are and what they might do. You never know when someone will pull out a blaster and pop a shot in your ass.

I smiled at her kindly. Nothing awkward or creepy like. A simple smile. "Let me guess, A sibling of yours?" Most people of the same species looked the same. Echani can look really close to one another because of the hair, eyes, and finely toned bodies. (Yes I noticed that she was finely toned with what I could see of her face, legs and shoulders.) But the face. The face made all the difference. Faces that looked close to or the same, were family, or related in some way. Others that were clearly different meant they were too far apart in the family tree to be considered family.

I shook my head at her. Keeping the smile. "Nah forget I asked that. Personal information right?" Rhetorical question that was mostly just me speaking out loud. Still I offered my hand, "Sorry I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Ash." Wither she took it or not, I let my hand drop and spoke again, "Well maybe I can help you. I know a few people who might have seen who you are looking for. They might look a little shady, because they are. But They are good if you can give them what they want."

[member="Tarazet Acsada"]

 

[Tarazet Acsada]

The silver haired woman did not have to see it twice to know he was examining her, she couldn't blame him though, she was doing exactly the same with him. She knew he had a blaster by how his jacket displayed a very slight curve most would have not been able to notice or even if they were able to, would have ignored. She did not know of his other weapon though, his sword, because she had not seen him from behind. Honestly, interacting with this unknown individual made her feel uncomfortable and insecure, she would have simply walked away but now again, he could support her with information regarding Nusakan, or at least take her to where she might obtain said information.

Tarazet's looked straight into the man's eyes again, her look was not harsh at all but it did show she was being cautious. She then lowered her gaze and looked at the hand he was offering, one f her hands came into sight, no weapon in it and she shook his hand once before letting go and returning her hand to its gray hideout, "I am Acsada" She said, not giving her real name but her surname as if it was her name. She did this because it would protect her identity later, since if anyone wanted to find her again they would go asking for an Acsada as a first name which was a very common name for Arkanians but not a common surname overall. She then heard what he had to say and answered with a question, "And what is it that they might want in exchange for useful information?" She was most definitely clever. She did not have anything of value with her except for a necklace that was a relic of the family and that she would only give away for the exact location of her brother, which she was more than sure no one in the galaxy knew.

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Garza]

Man her hand was cold. Did she never wear gloves? either way, I could see that she kept examining me. Either way, I looked at her with a surprise as she asked what the friends may want. Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out some credit chips. Letting them slide over my fingers, I then put them back in the pocket. "Any form of currency. Credits. Slaves, weapons, armor. Anything that has a pricetag can buy them out. You just have to have the right items." I looked at her quizzically. I reached behind me and pulled out my beanie. Slipping it on my head to cover my black hair, "So Miss Acsada. if you would like to, We can possibly find out where this guy is for ya. I might have a few items I can trade them. But you at least need to come up with something to give. I can't buy them all out."

While I was good at stealing, that didn't mean that I grabbed the right stuff. one day they all want one thing, and the next they want a different one. But we can haggle as well. And none of these people know of my.... symptoms. My ability to control fire. Either way, We were gonna get her that information. Once I had been looking for someone. And no one offered me help. So to change that, I would offer my services to help her. But oh, was I going to get something out of this. Hopefully it was something good.

[member="Tarazet Acsada"],

 

[Tarazet Acsada]

The Echani's silver eyes followed his hand until it reached his pocket, it then came back into view but this time with a credit that he moved through his fingers before putting it back in his pocket. She knew that currency was one of the things that would motivate these people to tell her what they knew about her brother, if they knew something at all. Most people where willing to do almost anything in exchange for credits, something she found objectionable. Back in Eshan, although that there currency was also given importance, she had managed to live for six years with the things the environment offered her and only using currency when what she needed was something that she couldn't find or make herself. Even so, she had to understand the ones that lived in the cities, there no one helps no one unless those chips where inside their pockets.

She listened to him, they would also accept anything with value, anything they could re-sold for a higher price than the one they had bought it at. The only things she possessed where the clothes she was wearing in addition to a silver necklace with a transparent gem for a pendant, a relic of her family, which she would not give up unless they suddenly made her brother appear right there. The other thing she possessed were her weapons, two Echani vibroblades that where super cooled, the two knifes and a dagger. The blades she would not give, but the dagger and the knives....maybe. The knives where made of mullinin and perfectly welded, they where high-quality weapons that could make them some good money on the market but did not have any other remarkable properties. In the case of the dagger...well, it was the dagger the one they would be more prone to accept. This one had belonged to her brother and he had made it the same way Echani vibroblades are done, the dagger had the cortosis weave and despite it did not use ultrasonic vibrations it was still a highly valuable object. She found the dagger under her brother's bed when she entered his room for the last time before leaving her homeworld and took it with her. Her small hands started moving inside the grey robe until they came out once again, this time with both knives and the dagger as she showed them to Asher, the distance between him and the weapons being enough for her to take them away might he try anything, "This is all I can offer them, if they won't accept it then I'd only make you loose time by going with you" She said to him, her eyes upon his as she awaited for his answer.

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Garza]

She looked about. I could see her thinking about what she could give. When she pulled out her two knives and a dagger, I simply looked at them. Very fine in detail. Looking back up to her, She almost seemed unwilling to let them go. I could have told her that yes there actually was a guy I knew who collected daggers, but She held onto them so tightly. Almost as though she had an attraction to them. I used my hands and pushed them back into herself, "Nah, you can keep those. If that is all you have to offer, then there is no need. I don't know anyone who would take a simple dagger."

Yes I was a thief. Yes I was a crook. Yeah I guess I was kind of a badguy for working with the Sith every once in a while. However, I did have a heart. I knew what means to have a family. Recently with everything that has happened in my life, I could understand her pain. Surprisingly I actually could. I then pointed off to my right, or in the direction of east, "The market is in that direction. We can stop at my place on the way there." I had rented a room in a fairly cheep hotel so I could have somewhere to stay, as well as keep all the goods I had collected. I came here fairly often since this place was under the One Sith Influence.

"I mean, that is if you don't mind I grab some stuff for you to sell."

[member="Tarazet Acsada"],

 

[Tarazet Acsada]

He was right, for an Echani his/her weapons where something very important, very personal. One could say that his/her blade was to an Echani what the beskar'gam was to a Mandalorian. This was even more accentuated in Tarazet, who for six years had been sustained by the blades she carried. Nevertheless, the love she had for her brother would never be surpassed by the attachment she had to her swords, knives and dagger and she hoped that by giving some of them up she would be one step closer of finding Nusakan. As said before, hope was what kept her going but hoping was like expecting something for nothing, an empty promise, and sometimes it was extremely painful.

The Echani did feel that there was something strange in him, something that triggered her cautiousness at the beginning but now she felt that he understood what she was going through, maybe he had lost someone...or many. She was a little bit surprised that he was being so willing to help her and did not know if she should accept or not. Her doubt was not because she was suspicious of him but because she did not want to be a burden or to owe anyone anything, "I don't like to be a burden, Ash. I have nothing to offer in return of your help." She said, lowering her gaze. It had been a long time since the last time she had worked for someone, there weren't many people willing to give job to a girl despite the fact that she was as skilled in the art of combat as many male adult or perhaps better, and so what she gained she had to use to buy the things she needed in order to satisfy her primary need: food. She would sleep in almost any place and only buy new clothes if the current ones were unwearable.

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Garza]

I smiled at her as she looked down. Saying that she didn't want to feel like a burden. I reached out and grabbed her shoulder. my head tilted somewhat so I could see her face as I spoke. "Hey, I once looked for someone who I thought I would never find. I have been in just the situation where you are." I let go of her shoulder and smiled broadly, "Barely owning a ship, little to no friends, broke, and only with the clothing on my back? Yeah. I know just how you feel." I indicated that maybe we could start walking down the street. "If you want, I can talk to you about what I went through. Maybe you will learn something from my mistakes."

Everybody has a list of mistakes they have done. I knew mine. Some I was willing to share. Others.... not so much. I had dealt with my father leaving me, and moving out from my mom, the death of a friend and having to deal with his wife. The pain of losing another, and then trying to exact his revenge in whatever form I could. I was not the one with the luckiest life, nor the hardest, but I knew of what hardships were. Sometimes I even knew where they came from. The girl did not seem to trust me. However, by possibly talking to her, I might get her to warm up to me.

And that's when I would get what I want. I didn't want to waste anything. My time happened to be something that I didn't want to waste. Nor was it the items that I was going to let her use to get information on her friend or sibling. I will be getting something out of this. I just didn't know what it was just right yet.

[member="Tarazet Acsada"],

 

[Tarazet Acsada]

When she felt his hand on her shoulder, her silver gaze was lifted again and she looked at him. Almost one year had gone by and the first one to sympathize with her was this man. She hadn't noticed yet, but he had also been the first to whom she told about her brother, the reason for which she was wondering the galaxy. She knew she was not the only one carrying a hard enterprise but even so, having a conversation with someone who knew exactly what it felt like was comforting. Tarazet did not smile at him, simply because smiling was an expression that only people who were very special to her could get her to do and because she still was wary of him.

Once he indicated it, Tarazet started walking with him, slightly behind him actually. This was some sort of custom she had, walking behind people she did not know, this way she would have more time to react and more possibilities of anticipating their moves should they try to attack her. Asher then asked if she would like to listen to his story but did she want to? Most of the times when someone told something personal to someone they expected that someone to tell them something back, as happens with names. If he decided to tell her she would listen but she wouldn't be bothered if he did not, "Only if it does not bother you to talk about your past" She said, she did want to listen to what he had to say but this comment indicated that she didn't like to remember the events that happened during her past, at least the ones that took place when she was ten and the ones that followed.

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Garza]

At first I tried to slow down to maybe see if she would walk faster. Considering her size to me, she might have shorter legs and couldn't get the stride length that I could. But when she continued to walk somewhat behind me, I came to the conclusion that she didn't trust me. As well as looking at my back should I have any weapons hidden from her. Probably.... possibly. After hearing that if I wanted to share it, I smiled. "If I wasn't willing to share it, I would have offered it up in the first place. And no, I don't expect you to trade stories because I am just a random guy on the street right?"

I already knew how it went. I lived on the streets for years. Grew up in it. I almost wanted to say I was born and molded by it. She was merely experiencing it for the first time. And she was right to not trust anyone. However, she had to open up for those who were willing to help, or soon, she would find that people will not help her at all. Even if they respected her. "I grew up on Courscant. Not a bad place considering it was under the rule of the Republic. But living in the lower sections where people saw guns and weapons everyday on people other than guards, We down there had to grow up fast. If we didn't we died from starvation or someone, family or stranger, beating the sithspit out of us. We made do with what we had. I had friends, Then we got into fights and well, in the end, one of them was shot. Our two little groups got into a fight and the result was one of us got killed. I helped my friend who was actually the one who shot the poor guy."

I stopped as a guy ran out in front of me. Shoving him off to the side he tried to get into my face. "Try me Nerfherder. I'll bash your face in." Holding my hand up in a fist, it was clearly covered in some kind of glove. A leviathan bracer. Known only by few in the black market, however, he backed off once he saw me with one. They were expensive, and if you could get one, then you had power. As well, it probably meant you foght force users on a regular basis. Which as happened, I did. "What I thought."

Indicating to move onward, "Sorry bout that, Little prick didn't know what he was getting into. Shall we continue?"

[member="Tarazet Acsada"],

 

[Tarazet Acsada]

The Echani followed him and as he expected, did analyze his back in search for any weapon, only found one. Now feeling a little bit less tense, knowing he carried a blaster and some sort of blade, she started walking next to him rather than slightly behind him. Tarazet listened to his story and couldn't help but thinking about other things that happened to him during his childhood, his past was certainly darker than hers but she understood him despite lacking his experiences.

"So...the street raised you." She said. Any other person would have told him they felt sorry for him, she did not because telling him she was sorry wouldn't change his past or help him now and in some cases it even made the other feel more miserable, "I may have not lived it myself, but I understand what you went through." Her tone was warmer than before, it had more emotion behind it and it didn't feel as though she was obliged to answer, she actually had wanted to. They had been silent for some minutes as they kept walking, Asher leading the way, when a guy appeared in front of them.

Tarazet only stood there, analyzing each one of them but concentrating mostly in Asher. It was known that to an Echani a fight said more than a thousand words and she would not loose the chance of knowing more about the stranger that was trying to help her. The situation was soon over and she had her conclusions made, the most important: Asher seemed to have a short patience. Her eye had also caught sight of the leviathan bracer but she was not sure of what it was, the only weapons she knew where the ones fabricated in Eshan and blasters. He then spoke to her, apologized and offered to continue to which she replied, "No problem, let's continue" and started walking with him again. She was now paying attention to her surroundings again, as though another person would suddenly appear and try to attack them.

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Garza]

While she had sympathized with me on how it was like, I shrugged my shoulders as we continued to walk. People here on Alderaan were changed. Since the invasion of being taken over by the One Sith, people are just more prone to attacking others. Especially since we were getting closer to the black market. With the words of continuation of the direction we were going, "Yea. I guess I was raised by the street. But I didn't turn out too bad.... I think." Really how could I judge myself? Sure I could say that I was a good person. But I was biased about myself.

"So I helped my friend. Got a job here and there before I worked in a bar. Two people got into a fight while I was working. The result was one of those people was my friend. He was killed by this Sith lady. Been a while now really." Under my shirt was a necklace. On it was a black ring with an inscription of love that the man held for his wife. I now had his wedding ring to remind me of him. While his wife, a friend of mine as well, kept hers. She also kept his lightsaber since I didn't know how to use one. I kept his sword because I did know how to somewhat use that. But even if I got into a fight like that, I would pull out my whip first. Hidden on my body in plain view actually. It was a chain bracelet on my right arm.

"Gotta end the story here miss. We are here." Turning up a small set of stares to a hotel, I walked to the door and punched in a number, Opening the door, I held it open for her. Being a gentlemen. it was the least I could do. "You can come in with me, or you can stay out here. Or you can run from me because I am being a blabber mouth." The last one was intended to be a joke, but if she did choose to run, I wouldn't blame her.

[member="Tarazet Acsada"]

 

[Tarazet Acsada]

Tarazet showed true interest in what he told her, in some things she could understand him, others not. For example, she understood the pain of loosing someone but not of loosing a friend, the only friend she had apart from her brother was an Echani girl, same age as her, from which she pulled apart after what happened to her mother and never saw again after her brother left. She had isolated herself from others because she felt like she could trust no one and she had her reasons to believe so, what if the people that killed her mother came back? Or if someone she knew was the one that kept Nusakan from returning to her? There where just to many unanswered questions and she was too little and overwhelmed by a sudden replacement of the life she was living and this change was for the worse. She had a loving mother and a great brother one day and the next her mother had passed away and her brother left her, didn't tell her where he went.

Her past wasn't so full of small, precise events that where present all throughout her childhood that would make someone claim she has had the most horrible past ever, but those sudden incidents had inflicted a serious wound within a little girl who until then had known nothing about sorrow, "No, you didn't turn out bad...it made you stronger than others" She said, apparently her mood lowered at the remembrance of everything that had happened. She quickly tried to dismiss the heavy feeling and succeeded after a while, her face returning to that calm expression that it was holding before. She listened to the last part of his story, again understanding what to loose someone felt like but before she could answer they had arrived to their destination, a hotel.

She went up the stairs behind him and saw him open the door and hold it for her to come in, listening to what he said. She nodded her head once, her grey eyes upon his and with an almost invisible smile at her lips, apparently the joke had gotten to her. Her answer to it was entering the place and saying, "Thank you" making it clear that she wished to come in. She wanted to come in because she knew that standing in waiting and alone for to long out there was dangerous now that they where closer to the black market.

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Garza]

I smiled as almost her entire body changed. After speaking with her, she seemed to be lighter. Almost as though I got under her skin. Not in a bad way. But under the rough hide that she was trying to cower behind. The slightest of smiles as well as a thank you, even a little hint of myself being okay. When she didn't looked so pissed she was a whole different person. I was almost sad for her that I was trying to steal stuff from her. Either way, as she walked in while I held the door, I followed after her. The front man looked up at us and gave us a big smile with a "Good Morning, How can I help you?" I smiled at him in return and pointed up above my head "Just going up to my room to get some stuff with a friend of mine." He nodded his head and sat back down in the chair.

While Acsada might not like it when I had said her as a friend of me, I was mentioning her as a friend to get her past. because if I said something along the lines of coming in with a stranger who might later kill me for taking something of hers, the man, and she, would be pissed at me. Once getting to the other door, I opened it up and allowed Acsada to go first. Walking into the elevator, I reached around and pressed the button to go to the fifth floor.

Once the doors closed I spoke to her, "Sorry if I violated some code of yours if I called you a friend. Just trying to get you past the guards and the like." I looked up at the numbers that were slowly climbing rather than looking at her and trying to "figure out" more of her. A guy the stared too much would be thought of as someone who might want something from her, or worse. They want her.

[member="Tarazet Acsada"],

 

[Tarazet Acsada]

When she was inside the hotel she looked around her, quickly analyzing her surroundings. It was something she was so accustomed to do and that she did so swiftly that only a person that was intently looking at her would have noticed. Then Asher proceeded to speak to the front man, to who's greeting she had answered with a nod of her head. It was then when Asher called her a "friend". It did not offend her in the least but it did immediately unnerve her. Tarazet did not want to get close with anyone and there was a simple, concrete reason: everyone that had been close to her was now dead or had disappeared. This statement she held did not only apply to her family, she did have a friend when she was a child, her name was Yuze. One day they where playing in the woods and they went in a little bit deeper into the mass of trees than they usually would. They started to run, chasing each other but Tarazet was too fast. She literally lost Yuze, no one never saw her again. She looked for her but never found her and no one knew if she was still out there or if she had passed. Even so, this was not the same case. The idea of trusting someone enough as to call him/her a friend was simply unthinkable. When the word came out of Asher's lips, her reaction could be compared to that of an alerted prey although this one could protect herself.

She then entered the elevator with him and he explained why he had called her a friend. Most of the people would have been offended, he was basically saying they weren't friends; she, was relieved. The feeling of nervousness had completely abandoned her, but the coldness she had held before returned to her expressions and now tensed body. She replied to his explanation in her typical soft tone that wasn't as distant but neither was warm , "No, it's fine" Her grey eyes where settled on his as she spoke and once silence returned to her lips her gaze switched and settled in the door of the elevator, staring at it absentmindedly. Her hands appeared from within her robes and she removed them. Her clothes where white, short-sleeved, light weighted and very loose although they were pressed to her body in some parts by black, thin belts at her waist, thighs and ankles. With the heavy robe now off, her slim and nimble physique was displayed, it looked to be a little bit thinner than it should be. The blades of the swords that where crossed over her back where now visible, inside their sheaths. She looked more ready to fight in the attire that she wore under the grey robe. Her hands then moved to her silver hair and she tied it up in a bun. When she was done the elevator stopped and its door opened.

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Garza]

I looked at her as she spoke of it being okay for saying that I was her friend to get her past. I almost thought about telling her it was okay, but that was when I saw her. Somewhat loose clothes, probably hand-me-downs that somehow fit her body with the series of belts and gear on her form. Pressing her clothes closer to her body, I saw the curves as she took off the jacket. The swords as well now visible. in the small amount of light in the elevator. Should it have been any other person, I would have asked for her coat so she wouldn't have to carry it. But because she was rather.... afraid of physical contact, I didn't speak. Turning my head to the door as she put her hair in a pony tail. Ending as the door made a ding sound.

The door opened with a slide motion and placing my hand in front of the elevator doors, I motioned for Acsada to go first. Since the door was only large enough to fit one person. It was once out side of the elevator that I took the lead again and walked down four doors to my hotel room. I pulled out my key card and swiped it across the front. A click sound with a deadbolt dropping was made evident. Opening the doo with a push of my hand, I walked in and made my way straight for the room, speaking to my newly found companion over my shoulder, "Make yourself at home. Take some food if you want. It's not like I am going to eat all of it. "

[member="Tarazet Acsada"],

 

[Tarazet Acsada]

The silver haired girl nodded her head to Asher, in silent thanks for allowing her to go first although she did not know if it was an action out of politeness or not. She exited the elevator, the door wouldn't have fit more than one person but given her small build that was even smaller than it should be it looked as though two, maybe even three, Tarazets could go through the elevator door with just a little pushing. She waited for him to take the lead of the way and once he did she followed him, her silver eyes inspecting her new surroundings. She stopped when he did, knowing they had arrived to his hotel room.

The man then opened the door and entered, she did the same after some seconds and again her eyes quickly made their way through the place, shifting to look at Asher once they didn't notice anything dangerous. She answered his words with a nod despite the fact that se would not grab anything, simply because she was not that hungry as the moment for that morning she had had something to eat and her body was now accustomed to not eating that much. She did, however, seat on a couch that was there, withdrawing her swords before se did so and placing them on her lap once she was seated. Her silver gaze slowly moved through the blades as in some sort of trance. It was something she did almost absentmindedly, to make sure they where in perfect conditions. She patiently waited for Asher to come back, probably with the things she would need.

[member="Asher Kellan"]

 

[Garza]

I heard no response from the woman. regardless, I went into the other room and simply opened the door to show unto me a small collection of blaster pistols, some rifles, and even a few vibroswords. Materials that were good for weapons, not so much on armor. I also went to the cabinet. Reaching inside for the few stacks of credits. I put a lot of the credits in my various pockets. Stashing them away should I run out of weapons to give. I reached out and a small duffel bag flew into my hand. I then began to fill it with the weapons that I could, and used some of my pockets, even my waist band to hold a few. Really I counted them up and I got a good 14 things that I would be getting rid of. At least it was worth it in my mind.

Walking out, I closed the door and headed towards the main room. I could see that Acsada had sat down and put the swords on her lap to avoid piercing the couch. I walked in and lightly tapped on the wall to let her know that I was kind of behind her. So I wouldn't get stabbed with those swords. Or worse.

"I grabbed a few things. If you are ready then we can go."

[member="Tarazet Acsada"]