The wind of the Stars

[Fjorra the Huntress]

Why did she have to end up on this ball of sand and hell? It was a question that she continued to ask herself the entire time that she had arrived on the world. Shrugging her shoulders she pulled at the strap that held the net caster on her back. There was only two ways off the world now; either public transport which she was beginning to tire of having to take; or managing to find her own way off the world. Of course with a world like Tatooine it would be easy to find a way off world. The best place she figured would be an old starship lot; where many of the vessels were sitting and decaying in the dust and sand. Sighing as she stepped onto the lot, Fjorra began looking through the handful of ships that were there; either left by their owns for some reason or sold.

Slowly walking through the lot, her eyes shifted from vessel to vessel; each one less impressing than the last and decaying more than those before it. There was only one vessel that looked like it had any worth in it, an old Starwind yacht. It barely even looked like it would be capable of flight; though it was worth a shot. At that point anything was better than being stuck on another public shuttle to make it across the galaxy. Stopping at the boarding ramp, she looked over the vessel's exterior, hoping that its interior would prove to be a bit more impressive.

@[member="Taras Crozo"]

 

[Taras Crozo]

Taras was on Tatooine because of a large old lot he had recently bought. He was planning on taking the ships back to his company on Coruscant and scrapping them. You never know, old ships like these might have something useful in them. While checking out the engine on an old X-Wing fighter, he noticed a girl walking around. He wiped the dirt from his pants, and straightened his collar. He approached the girl. "Hello, is there anything you need?" A very simple question. @[member="Fjorra the Huntress"]

 

[Fjorra the Huntress]

"This one."

Fjorra seemed to muse to herself; not entirely realizing that a question had been poised to her as she stepped forward. Walking up the boarding ramp and into the old pleasure yacht, noticing that it was rather run down. The interior was a bit spacey; maybe more open than would be needed. It couldn't hurt though to have that extra space as she ran her fingers along the wall before sprinkling the dust from her finger tips. Slowly moving down the hallway towards the cargo bay, she stepped inside, taking a moment to look at the empty cargo hold.

"I think this one would do well."

She spoke before stepping back out and moving down the hall towards the boarding ramp again. Stepping down it for a moment as she finally came to the realization that a question had been poised to her. Taking another moment to look over the ship, she looked back to the used ship lot owner.

"How much?"

@[member="Taras Crozo"]
@[member="Xanice Moonshadow"]

 

[Taras Crozo]

Taras walked up the boarding ramp. As he was walking, he spoke "How about you do a small favor for me, and I'll give the thing to you." Taras needed a small group of thugs taken care of. "You see, there are some men that came in here and vandalized a couple of my ships. I lost 5,000 credits because of them. I was hoping that you could help me take them out."

@[member="Fjorra the Huntress"]

 

[Fjorra the Huntress]

"I don't kill."

Fjorra spoke as she looked towards Taras for a moment before looking back at the vessel. Her hands lightly tapping on the target blasters on her hips as she sighed. Her weapons were all stun weaponry; a decision she had made long ago. Tapping her fingers against the blasters, she brought one hand up and pulled slightly on the strap holding the net caster to her back. She mulled it over for a few moments. It couldn't hurt to do a small favor to get a vessel for free; though it was another thing entirely to kill someone over a bit of vandalism.

"If I do this, I do it my way."

She said before looking back at him, standing there quietly. Taking another step, she moved under the vessel, her hand running along the underside of the vessel. Seeing a few scorch marks from a couple of a blasts it seemed to take. The thought if it even ran came to mind again as she moved towards the engines.

@[member="Taras Crozo"]
@[member="Xanice Moonshadow"]