Private This is Locally Made Right?

[Hilal Vizsla]

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Was that.... Stars? Hilal groaned as her head and jaw were throbbing. Her vision was blurred and all she could hear were some idiots singing about stars! Ugh! Why the fuck are they singing about the Stars when they're practically exploding in front of her?! Groaning, Hilal slowly got up as if she got hit by a Speeder. Leaning against the knocked over table, Hilal blinked multiple times to adjust her vision. "That piece of chit!" she growled to herself. "He thinks that he could treat me like a piece of trash?!"

Well, he kinda did and it damaged Hilal's pride, as Hilal regained her equilibrium. Her eyes narrowed at Thonn conversing with the large man who was ignoring him busy drinking his grog. Her entire body surged with anger and rage not noticing the blood that was from the corner of her mouth. "Hey!" Hilal nearly slipped on some condiments that were splattered on the floor. There will be no negotiations, it was either cough up the Repulsor Pack or face a Mandalorian's rage.

"Hey fuck face!" Hilal shouted she could hear the outward groan from the man as he had his refrigerator sized back towards she and Thonn. "You think you're some badass huh?! You think you try to fuck me?! Do you realize who I am?! I'm a Mandalorian warrior! And you've PUT A DENT ON PRIDE!"

Hilal quickly rifled through her bag taking out her Pistol and pointed behind him. "Time to take you to school on what happens when you mess with a Mandalorian!" She shouted.

Smashing the table, the man growled and pointed his..... fist at Hilal. She squealed taking a couple of steps back. His arm began to glow manifesting into a large mini gun which nearly touched her nose. "Ummmm," Hilal dropped pistol hearing hitting the ground. "Class dismissed."

The man got up and growled at Thonn. "Tell your little Dog to hold her tongue," he said. "Or I'm going to rip it out of her."

"I-I just want my Repulsor Pack," Hilal said still staring at the Minigun.

"Too bad kid!" The man stated bluntly. "It's tribute to the Damiyo." He stared Thonn. "If you want work Mando," he said. "You can go to my boss for work but keep your Dog on a chain."

Hilal remained frozen her body still shaking, this day was getting worse by the moment but there was a silver lining to it all. If she couldn't convince this muscle meathead maybe the Damiyo could listen! "Take the job Thonn!" Hilal whispered. "Take the job!"

Thonn Rokkal

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

"Hey fuck face!"

He looked to Hilal in shock from behind his helmet as the man made an audible groan. She'd gotten back up, and she still wasn't done lipping off to someone she clearly shouldn't. Furthering his dismay, the man drew his gun (Or transformed his arm into one – neat.) He was hoping he was just going to hit her again, but he looked about ready to kill her.

And he had brought her into this place. Things would not fly well back at base once command learned he'd gotten a teenaged girl killed. Especially in a cantina. This would look pretty bad for Thonn, and that he was essentially her guardian was kind of frightening for him. It should be for her, too, but given her persistent trouble-searching he didn't think she'd pick up on that, either.

The man got up and growled at Thonn. "Tell your little Dog to hold her tongue," he said. "Or I'm going to rip it out of her."

A defeated expression, not that the man could see it. But the movement of his head and shoulders, and the slow motion of the turn Thonn made to glance at Hilal spoke of exasperation and disbelief. He turned back at the guy, arms apart to gesture at what he had to deal with. He was in charge of a teenager he had snuck into a cantina, who was staring down multiple blaster barrels because she picked a fight with a brick wall of a man.

He was just here because he wanted to buy guns. What the kriff...

"Take the job Thonn!" Hilal whispered. "Take the job!"

"Alright, if I do this, I'm doing the talking. I'm not about to get thrown into a rancor pit because of you. Yeah?" Really, he was getting fed up and this would bode well to Thonn's patience, but Hilal was getting herself into some deep kriff and these instructions would bode well to her physical well being. Yeah, it probably sounded kinda hostile, but it was for her own good, he'd need to be direct with her; he wasn't trying to be mean.

Well, maybe a little.

"Yeah, I'm up for work, I'll talk to the guy. And gotcha." Thonn responded with a nod, taking Hilal away with him soon after. He had to move fast - he wasn't under any real time constraints. He just didn't trust Hilal to not get lippy again.

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

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Hilal quickly wiped the blood from her mouth partially annoyed at the change of music which became a random assortment of Violins and Guitars which was as pleasing to the ear as a Protocol Droid babbling about being fluent in millions of languages. But she was mostly annoyed at Thonn saying that HE has to do the talking. "Fine!" Hilal growled. "But you better ask about the Repulsor Pack if you don't I will."

She stared at the large man who de-digitized his massive cannon. "I have to admit that was pretty impressive," she huffed. "To use light tech to summon weapons is pretty rare. I've heard that you have to use implants connected to the Brain to utilize the tech. It's experimental though, and many users suffer from Schizophrenia or other Psychological Disorders."

"Looks like there's a Brain behind that big mouth of yours," the man snorted.

"Considering you're working for a criminal organization," Hilal said. "I have to guess that some black marker Doctor performed the surgery on you. The quality of those guys vary from what I've heard."

"You're pressing your luck there girl," The man growled.

"Oh, I'm just getting started," Hilal thought. "What's your name anyway?"

"Dee." He turned to sit down. "The Daimyo is located in Mos Espa in the Palace of the Damned. Tell him that I've sent you he'll welcome with open arms."

"That's like a 2 hour drive from there!" Hilal whined.

"Tough chit kid," Dee said his back turned to her. "Now get."

"Fuck you nerf herder," Hilal turned on her heel and marched out of the Cantina. "Come on," Hilal said to Thonn. "Let's get back to Phleg's Junkyard, I gotta build you that weapon real quick before we leave."

Thonn Rokkal

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

"Yeah, yeah, of course." Thonn replied. It seemed like this'd be the way to go to fetch the thing. Better to head off and kill a few lowlives the Daimyo wanted dead than to attempt to go through whatever army of warriors were at his beck and call. Sparking warfare between the Enclave and the Daimyo would further result in some explaining to do on Thonn's return. He'd rather not have a lecture like that waiting for him.

She did know an awful lot about technology though, as her jargon-filled statement attested to. Still, Thonn remained concerned that the very man who had threatened her at gunpoint might respond with violence if he was insulted again. He had a rather impressive cannon, and had just demonstrated that he could prepare and fire it faster than Thonn could his own.

"The Daimyo is located in Mos Espa in the Palace of the Damned. Tell him that I've sent you he'll welcome with open arms." The man spoke, and Thonn returned with a nod. Work was work, and if he could get his cannon modified it seemed it would be well worth it. Better working for them, than against them all. He wasn't so much against taking down a criminal empire than the risk involved. He'd no experience in that sort of stuff. But mercenary work? Well, that was his bread and butter.

"That's like a 2 hour drive from there!" Hilal whined.

"We got time. You want that repulsor pack, right?" Thonn responded The two walked back towards his speeder, and once he reached it Thonn promptly packed his stuff in the carrying truck and prepped the thing for travel to Phleg's. He didn't imagine the long ride after to the Daimyo would be pleasant, but it was only two hours. And a fancy modified rotary cannon would last him forever.

Well not forever. Maybe for years?

...At least until he kriffed the thing like his last one.

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

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Hilal sat next to Thonn while he drove through the streets of Mos Eisley absolutely fuming from what had transpired in the Cantina. Her honor and pride stained by that big, stupid piece of chit! That fucking nerf herder Dee denied Hilal her Repulsor Pack and treated like trash! How dare he, how fucking dare he! Hilal is a warrior and Dee is a musclebound chit who's brain was probably on steroids or another more potent performance enhancing drug. A person that large was unnatural to say the least.

"The fucking nerve of that man," Hilal huffed holding on to the Thonn. "How dare he stain my fucking honor! Oh he'll pay! Once I get my fucking repulsor pack, that Dee bastard will rue the day that he messed with a Mandalorian Warrior!"

Thonn Rokkal

 

[Thonn Rokkal]

"Hilal. How many fights have you been in?" He asked. Her attitude was a bit telling of inexperience, but more than that was her age and lack of beskar. Thonn might not be terribly observant or wise himself, but he'd enough experience to doubt she'd do much else to the man. Thonn had; he'd attempted murder then and there. Though it was probably for the best the big guy didn't notice that, a cantina full of smugglers would have been terrible to fight through.

Hilal assumed he was just stunning him with a blaster, which he sheepishly accepted would have made much more sense in context.

Not killing. What a concept.

Honestly, Thonn thought man had been remarkably patient for someone who could have destroyed her on the spot. They got a job out of it, after all. Thonn had worried they'd get shot by him. Given Hilal's attitude, that still seemed a likely future possibility.

"Well, anyhow, we're here." Thonn remarked as they approached Phleg's junkyard. He let himself out of the vehicle before circling around to the trunk, lifting the rotary cannon out from it. It was relatively new looking, aside from some scratches and scrapes from former attempts to practice aerial manoeuvres with the thing.

It didn't go well, to say the least.

Hilal Vizsla