Trouble Is as Trouble Does

[Vega the Chaos Mage]

Vega admired her confidence, but not if it blinded her judgement. To be honest Vega didn't expect she survive the fall without injury. Apparently she didn't get time to decide whether or not she'd reconsider it either. The girl descended to the ship before Vega could get a word out. Well, she did get something out; "Wai- shit", was all she was able to mutter before the girl left her range of hearing. Vega immediately placed a hand on the windowsill and flipped herself down, landing on the back of her shoulder to curl into a flip under the belly of her craft. Amara, though; Vega couldn't help but notice. Those reflexes of hers were far too elegant to be considered a lucky landing. She'd seen those reflexes before, and she mentally revisited the name in her memory: 'Jedi reflexes'.

"You executed that well, but be careful next time." Vega whispered, crawling back behind the leg of her ship to reach its side. "Let's get out of here before they realise we're in the ship." The female added, dancing her fingers over the screen of her wristpiece in order to open the ship's side entrance. The door's air-compressed seal, well, decompressed, and made quite a racket of it. The guards turned to see what the commotion was but Vega was already on board her craft, knelt down in the cockpit as she sealed the door. Of course making sure the girl was inside first, though. Once she saw she was in safe and sound she quickly patted the seat next to hers before taking a seat herself. "Get strapped in!" Vega demanded. "We aren't getting out of here quietly so the roof'll have to do as an exit." She added. Purple hues rolled over to the cockpit window as the craft hummed to life once the thrusters were flared up. The guards lifted their guns, demanding her to power down but she couldn't hear a word they breathed. Instead. she motioned an arm of her craft towards an opposite ship and opened fire. The outburst the fired upon craft made sent the two guards on their back, giving Vega the opportunity to ascend her ship through the roof and soar up into the skies. A sigh escaped her once they left the atmosphere, even laughing at the adrenaline which filled her veins. "Well, we won't be doing that again, I hope!" Vega laughed out, tapping in the coordinates she saved onto her wristpiece. The cargo ship came up on the terminal before her, and she followed its trajectory on the other side of the planet. "Are you alright, though? You certainly looked like you'd done that before."

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[Amara No'orabi]

Amara rushed onto the ship after Vega and as soon as she was told to strap in her hands were flying, locking her restraints in place. The blasters aimed at the ship made her heart leap into her throat but she suppressed a whimper and instead gripped the sides of the seat for dear life. Vega made quick work of the guards and Amara couldn't help but let out a hoot of joy as they rose out of the port and jetted towards the atmosphere.

"That...that was insane," Amara laughed, shaking her head and finally releasing her white-knuckled grip on the seat. The cushion puffed back out almost gratefully and she sagged back a bit. The question caught her off guard. "Have I ever run out of a spaceport, ran into a complete stranger, accept their offer to go steal things, and then sprint across rooftops to get on a ship before I got blasted? No," she let out a small chuckle. "But I'm no stranger to having to perform some acrobatics to get out of a sticky situation. Jumping over market stalls used to be a favored past time of mine before..." her voice trailed off. Before she had been thrown from a swoop, arrested, fined, and lectured. "Before I tripped up a bit," she ceded, absentmindedly touching the scar on her face. "Never done anything quite like that though."

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[Vega the Chaos Mage]

Vega uploaded the automatic piloting system on the craft, so she had the time to lean back in her chair and exhale something of a chuckle to the girl's rhetorically sarcastic question. Her eyes followed guided motion of the girl's hand to her scar, staring genuinely as the girl proceeded to explain. A pretty deep scar by the looks of it, but if the girl could maneuver her physique around as quickly and smoothly as Vega observed then it was no wonder she lived to explain it. "A nice war wound you possess there. But to be honest I've never before seen someone perform those kind of reflexes like you did. Not without experience and training, anyway. It's almost like you're a blood born J-" Vega paused in her words once the terminal begun to blink and play a repetitive beep. Her eyes immediately turned to the screen, and then the window. It was time to shut off automated pilot systems and decrease the fuel burning through the thrusters. The cargo ship was straight ahead, and fairly larger than Vega's ship as well. Hers was only a HMP Predator - but the one before her? Never saw it before. She did know, however, her ship was capable of safely touching down in its hanger. Hopefully there weren't too many other ships crowding it out.

"Hm - looks like we're here. Just give me a moment-" Vega said, but she was mostly talking to herself. Scorched digits tapped repeatedly over the terminal before her until she gave a sigh in relief. Success; she hijacked the signals the ship sent back and forth to Tatooine in order to tap into the database on board. Three empty hangar bays filled the screen, Vega only tapping her fingers on one of them before the images faded a door presented itself. Again she tapped her fingers at the screen until she heard a positive ring, indicating the hangar doors were about to open. Vega maneuvered the craft over to the hangar doors and glided in towards the targeted docking point in order to touch down. People were walking around the hangar around them, but took no notice of their approach. They probably assumed she had gained access to enter considering she didn't proceed to blast open the hangar doors. Vega looked around the cockpit window, hunting for an entrance before she turned her eyes to Amara. "Now - you don't have to come along, but so far it looks like they think we're part of the company. If we play our cards right they won't result in aggression and we can get in and out before they even acknowledge we're breaching. It's entirely up to you, but I'm confident you can handle yourself. I'll have my eye on you, anyway."

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[Amara No'orabi]

Amara grimaced at the mention of her scar. She hated it, wished fervently that a medical droid had fixed it when it had been formed, but medical droids were scarce and expensive on Tatooine, and she had to make do with less advanced medicine. Vega's cut off peaked her interest though. "Blood born what?" she asked, leaning towards Vega unconsciously. The screeching panel surprised her momentarily and she let her mouth snap shut. There would be time for questions later. She waited with bated breath as Vega hijacked the system, allowing them to slip into the hangar smoothly, unnoticed. Amara let out a breath she hadn't even been aware she was holding.

"I..." she bit her lip, thinking about the risks versus the rewards, and finally nodded. "Yes, alright, I'll go. If you don't think they'll be aggressive, then I think I'll be able to help you out. And I'm trusting you to watch my back; I'll watch yours." Amara knew the offer was odd, stilted since Vega appeared to be far more experienced, but Amara was tough and she had a feeling that Vega was starting to figure that out.

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[Vega the Chaos Mage]

"Right-- you'll be safe, Amara. I have your word and you have mine." Vega dipped her head in appreciation. Nice to have someone watching her back rather than firing upon it for once. Vega unstrapped the belt around her waist and leaned down the side of the chair to pick up a rifle. She flipped it in her hand, grasping the barrel as she leaned over towards Amara. "Take this. They won't ask why if we say we're hired mercenaries or traders, but take it just to be safe than sorry. Not sure if you've used one before but its pretty basic. If it comes down to it, just aim and fire. It's an old droid rifle used by the Separatist armies when they had something of a reputation, so of course they didn't make it too complicated. Hopefully you'll just be using it for show." With that said, Vega stood from her chair and dismissed herself from the cockpit to exit the craft. Her eyes immediately darted towards the armed guards standing around, but they appeared to take no notice of the two female's standing outside the ship. Once Amara was out Vega sealed the door and proceeded towards her targeted doorway. A mini map was displayed among her wrist piece so she knew where to go. Had to use a few charismatic words to get past the guards ahead, though. They backed towards the closed door as Vega and the girl approached. "We're mother and daughter-" Vega quickly muttered to Amara with her head dipped. There was no time left to perform secretive speeches after that; the guards were literally straight ahead.

"Halt, please." One demanded while the second lifted his rifle. "This place is a no go for outside traders. Company colleagues and mercenaries only." He went on to add.

"Yes - exactly why we're here. My daughter and I here are hired muscle to safely escort Stygium cargo to a safe location. I'm sure you were informed by now about the explosion down there in the spaceport of Mos Eisely. We were told the Stygium needed to be extracted to a secondary trading point. If you need authorization, I have the company crediting system right here." Vega paused to display the device she earlier seized. Once they saw the company insignia upon the material they were halfway to being convinced. "If that isn't enough, go and call the big cheeses down below. They'll tell you exactly what I said, along with the code, Sierra-114 of the Tatooine Trade. Now - can we proceed? I know you already know the authorization code, but my daughter has a secondary code in the barrel of that rifle. There's a reason she's holding the gun and I'm not - good fellows."

The guards threw one another a look in silence while Vega patiently waited. After a quick chat in their own tongue one turned around to open the door before both stepping aside. "Proceed," one replied, "But don't touch anything other than the Stygium cargo." He added. With that Vega dipped her head to nod before turning her eyes towards Amara.

"Come along, my child." Vega said, gesturing her hand to follow behind and into the door. Once they were both in the door sealed shut, and Vega sighed. "Right - glad that's out of the way. The storage wing instigates down the end of this hallway, so let's get going. You alright so far?"

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[Amara No'orabi]

Amara blanched when the rifle was held out to her. She hated blasters. Chills ran down her spine and she nearly vomited as the cold metal was pressed into her hands, but she said nothing, focusing on her breathing so that she would appear calm. She quickly left the ship, fervently praying to anything that would hear her that she wouldn't have to pull the trigger on the blaster. Following Vega wordlessly, Amara tugged her scarf over her mouth, hoping that the fabric would hide the tight set of her jaw and lips.

The blaster aimed at her made her heart lodge itself in her throat. She almost darted, but Vega calmly and quickly talked the guards down. Once they were in the hallway, Amara sucked in a gasping breath, feeling her knees shake a bit. She wouldn't fall over, but the fear had been all too real in those few moments. "Right," she said after a second, nodding at Vega's question. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just...I don't like blasters," she admitted, tucking her chin to her chest so her scarf would cover her blush. It sounded so childish, but Vega wasn't exactly aware of what Amara had witnessed in the past few years. "Let's just get the cargo and get out of here."

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[Vega the Chaos Mage]

Hm, another unusual thing about her for Vega to add the ongoing list. She could run, jump, and perform exceptional reflexes for a start, and now she wasn't a fan of the gun. Vega could only guess one weapon Amara would have probably preferred, but Vega weren't going to let her have it, despite the admiration she had towards the girl. She placed her hand upon the barrel of the rifle, lacing scorched digits around the cold, gleaming metal to take it out of her hands. "Well why didn't you say?" She rhetorically said. "Never mind, let's just get the cargo and get the hell out of here. I know a buyer who's eagerly waiting for those little beauties." Vega added, proceeding down the hallway as she strapped the rifle around her shoulder. Soon enough they stood before a large, bulky door, almost twice as high as Vega and Amara if she was on her shoulders. Vega placed the crediting system towards the terminal on the wall before tapping in the code she earlier stated to the guards. An elegant ring signified the approval of the code, and open the gargantuan doors started. Vega waited patiently as the door took its time to open, throwing an awkward smile down towards Amara. She reminded Vega of someone, but dare she not to confess that. The door's eventually came to finish their 'grand opening' anyway, so Vega headed in first, almost gasping to the sight which laid before her. Just- just wow.

A whole warehouse of neatly piled contents - including Stygium - filled the room behind the now-sealed door. Vega walked forward a couple of steps, slowly spinning on her heels to take in the sight of what the room consisted of. Weaponry, food, fuel and materials dotted themselves around the room. There was no way they could take it all, but if there anything else they wanted, now was the time. "I would have thought a place storing all of this would a lot more. . . guarded. But Stygium; that's the priority. Amara, I promised you a share, but if you want anything else then handle that second crane and pile what you've gathered with mine. These facilities run on automated cargo transport so it'll run through the interior of the ship and touch down outside mine for storage. But Stygium - let me see to that first while you see to your desires. Have fun." Vega flashed her a grin accompanied with a wink before making her way to the crane. She climbed up into the single seat and powered it up. The crane hummed to life quite quickly. She'd already acknowledged the Stygium crates so all she had to do was direct the crane's elongated arm towards them and drop them over the elevation lift in the centre of the room. Vega piled six crates in a square-like pattern, leaving a gap within the middle. That was for whatever Amara decided to take. Once she put it down Vega'd see to putting one last crate over it to cover up her contents. Until then, her eyes scoured the room for her own loot. She was looking for weaponry mostly, but it was just a matter of finding it.

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Amara blushed, slightly ashamed that Vega had witnessed a moment of such intense weakness, but she continued on alongside her anyway. The warehouse was breathtaking if only for the sheer mass of objects contained within its walls, and the offer to take what she could find was thrilling to Amara. "Right. I'll be back quickly," she breathed, racing off down the rows of crates. She read labels quickly, some of them in languages other than Basic, but there was nothing she could find value in. She frowned in frustration, not wanting to come back empty handed and risk disappointing Vega further.

Her boots slid along the floor as she halted in front of a crate. "Holopads," she whispered, running her fingers across the crate lightly. Her hunger for knowledge had only grown since she had fled Tatooine, and so she scrambled back to the second crane and piled the crate with the others. There was nothing else of interest to her, not really. She didn't have the skills to steal and trade weapons, nor did she care to. She wasn't a smuggler and so the only things she could think to take were things that would benefit her. She could sell the excess holopads and disks, and she hoped that Vega would make good on the promise to share what earnings she made on the Stygium crystals. Once the crate was loaded she trotted back to Vega and nodded.

"Ready when you are," she called out.

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[Vega the Chaos Mage]

Vega found nothing. Nothing else but more Stygium crystals, anyway, and they had more than enough. Any more and her ship would be too encumbered. She decided to seek no more materials, waiting patiently in the crane while Amara stacked her own gear onto the lift. Once she had, Vega shifted the crates around to hide their contents before shutting down the crane and departing from it. "I'm ready. We have enough, and need to move quickly. This ship is set to go to Aeten II in about twenty linear minutes. Probably where they ore the Stygium, so we don't want to be on their home territory. I have a contact on Denon who will take this stuff from our hands. Let's go." With that, the scorched female walked onto the lift the crates sat among and waited for Amara to join her. Vega powered up the lift via the control on it once she did, and the lift descended down into the ship and maneuvered through the structure until it was within the ceiling above her ship. From there Vega lowered it down beside her craft and hopped off to activate the cargo pit on the side of her craft. Metallic limbs proceeded to exchange the crates over to Vega's ship from there while she herself made her way into the cockpit and sat down, edging Amara to follow. She plopped down with a sigh of relief, leaning back in her chair after powering up the engines. It'd take a moment for them to have the cargo all loaded so she decided to kill time through interaction with Amara.

"Are you alright going to Denon? That's where my contact resides."

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[Amara No'orabi]

Amara shrugged. She didn't know much about Denon if she was being honest. She knew it was a part of the Corellian Run, had heard as much from the shady traders involved in the spice trade, but otherwise she knew nothing. "That's fine, yes," she said. There was no fear left in her, save for her fear of blasters, at least not for now. Vega had proven herself to be a quick thinking and capable ally, and Amara knew that she could benefit highly from her.

Buckling herself in, Amara glanced at Vega. She looked completely at ease, and Amara figured that they had pulled off the heist. "What's on Denon, other than your contact?" she asked, already itching to get her hands on the holopads being loaded onto the ship.

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[Vega the Chaos Mage]

"If you've ever been to Coruscant, you can relate Denon to that. The planet is more or less one big city-" Vega paused to the sound of a repeating bleep which emitted from the ship's terminal. The screen flashed, displaying in foreign and basic text, reading: 'Hyperspace jump preparations completed; proceeding to Aeten II in five seconds. Please standby until jump has transpired. Separation from vessel not advised until completed. Thank you for your cooperation and we apologise for the inconvenience.' "Oh no- shit. Looks like we're going to have to get to Denon from Aeten II, but we're not a registered ship with the company so we may have company on our tail. Don't worry, we'll get out of-"

'Hyperspace jump in two- one. 'Jump engaged.'. The cargo ship's computer interrupted Vega over the speakers, and with that they soared off into deep space. One couldn't really feel the jump in progress from inside the ship; the airlock gave everyone a more comfortable journey. Besides, Vega and Amara were inside a ship which was inside a ship, meaning they had twice the illusion of airlock on their side. The jump occurred for a good minute or so before they arrived within Aeten II's orbit. Vega stayed silent throughout the whole journey, waiting till they touched down so she could immediately depart the vessel and be on their way. However, it wasn't that simple. The cargo ship descended down into Aeten II's atmosphere in order to arrive within the docks of a mining facility. They wouldn't be going anywhere now without first working for it. Another voice came over the speakers, this time advising all crafts within the cargo ship to power down for unloading cargo. Vega's ship failed to power down, so they were mostly hinting for her. Vega looked around, witnessing other ships happily unloading cargo with the help of Aeten II workers. A couple of armed guards came came before Vega's cockpit window, shouting for her to power down immediately or they'd force entry. Shit. They must have come to realise her ship wasn't registered. Well, there was only one thing she could do in that moment.

"Don't worry yourself, we'll get out of this mess. Just leave it to me and keep yourself strapped in." Vega calmly advised, her hand slowly maneuvering towards the weapon controls under the window. Slowly but surely she activated switches, and the guns deployed from under the cockpit window. The guards instantly lifted their guns and opened fire on the window, bullets bouncing off and lasers scorching the glass as Vega ducked. From there she slammed her fist down onto a switch, firing a missile which soared over the two guards and blew a hole within the cargo bay door. Vega quickly rushed to sit back up and handle the controls. The craft levitated off the cargo bay and soared throughout the gauging hole to lift them into the atmosphere. Missiles soared past the windows as Vega motioned the craft to evade them, but there was one that was reluctant to leave her tail. As a result, Vega ejected one of the Stygium crates to collide with the missile behind, shattering the contents inside which simply fell back to the surface. The craft proceeded to leave the atmosphere while Vega saw to activating the hyperspace procedures coordinated towards Denon. Thankfully they weren't followed; the ship safely hurled off into the darkness of space once the countdown procedure had been complete. "Ugh, bloody pests." Vega loudly sighed out, unstrapping herself for the time being. That little experience tensed her up, and the tightness of the straps around her didn't benefit to loosen up her muscles.

"Are you alright, Amara? I'm sorry about that. They must have performed the jump earlier than anticipated once they realised the ship wasn't registered. We're safe now, though. Had to give up a crate of Stygium, but we'll be fine." She couldn't help but let a laugh escape her. It was funny, now looking back at it.

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[Amara No'orabi]

The hollow voice of the computer made Amara's mouth run dry; something was wrong. She looked to Vega for guidance, but the other was at least feigning calm enough that Amara didn't begin to panic. The silence of the jump was an almost welcome thing, just enough for Amara to clear her head and prepare for what was almost inevitably going to be a difficult departure.

As soon as the order to power down came, Amara knew they were in trouble. She glanced at Vega with wide eyes, unsure of how to respond to the individuals pointing guns at the cockpit, but she nodded when Vega told her to hang tight. "Good luck," she said as Vega slipped below to control the weapons. The blasts of gun fire lit up the cargo bay like fireworks and Amara watched with both apprehension and glee; it was a beautiful display of power and quick thinking on Vega's part, and she knew that it would take more than an ordinary blaster bolt to crack the cockpit open. The missile was a bit of a surprise, Amara had no idea that Vega was carrying that much firepower although it shouldn't have been all that shocking, and she had to let out a delighted laugh as they zipped through the hole in the door.

"Uh oh," she said when the computers started flashing, indicating that they had someone or something on their tail. "What should we-" but then Vega released the crate and there was a spectacular explosion behind them. The whirl of hyperspeed soothed any lingering panic and she was almost hypnotized by the streaks of blue-white light, thousands of stars seemingly melting together as they traveled.

"I'm fine," she replied, pressing a hand to the window. "Great, actually. Are you okay? That was some pretty impressive maneuvering."

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[Vega the Chaos Mage]

"I'm glad," Vega replied, raising a corner of her lip to perform a smile which was quick to fade. "But I'm alright. Don't thank me, though. It was this old girl who helped us get out of that mess." Scorched fingers motioned around to hint the ship. Vega turned her eyes to the window, watching the thousands of stars sweep by as they hurled past. Amazing they never seemed to hit any of them, wasn't it? The things technology could do were truly spectacular. "86." Vega spontaneously spoke out while she stared out the window. She said no more about the meaning of the digits from there. They still had a good few minutes before they could jump out of the hyperspace and descend down into Denon. In that time Vega wanted to ask something. "What do you know of your parents, Amara? Perhaps a personal question, but I'm curious about you."

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[Amara No'orabi]

The digits were confusing, but Amara ignored it in favor of answering the question presented to her. "My parents? My mother grew up on Tatooine, her family's been there for as long as anyone can remember, dew farming and then moving into the cities as they got bigger. She's an excellent cook and from what my father said she's fiercely intelligent. She's broken a bit now," Amara picked at a hangnail, sighing as she thought of her father. "My father was a merchant...his father was a trader, but when my father met my mother he decided to stay on Tatooine and open a stall in the market. Mother didn't want to leave. She regrets it now," Amara's fingers traced a line against the window. "Not much else to tell. I've got brothers, but other than that our family has become quite small."

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[Vega the Chaos Mage]

Vega twisted in her chair, hands resting among her thighs while she faced and listened to Amara's story. An eyebrow rose to what she had to say, but mostly because it was lacking something. Something the slouched female was most expecting to hear. "It sounds like you have quite the family, haven't you?" Rhetorically spoken since she left no time for an answer. She had something she wanted to ask. "What do you know about. . . Jedi? The force - even. Has anyone in your family ever been involved with the Jedi and their arts?"

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[Amara No'orabi]

"The...the Jedi?" Amara asked, brows furrowing a bit. "Not much, if I'm being completely honest. My mother told us all bedtime stories about brave individuals with swords made out of light that would combat all of the evil in the world, saving planets and systems and even just the little people, but it took me a while to realize she was even talking about Jedi," she said, shrugging. "Some of the stories were stories that I found in books or on holos later on, but some of them...I think her mother told them to her. My mother said some of them were family legends, sort of...myths from the Old Republic, before my family came to Tatooine. Not sure though."

Her gaze trailed out to view the galaxy swirling around them. "And the Force? I know almost nothing about it. I know that it was a sort of power that the Jedi had...have, but that's about it. It's just a legend, isn't it?"

All these questions about Jedi were making Amara's skin crawl. She had never met one of the mythical wizards that the galaxy crooned about, and in a way she felt a bit bitter towards them. Heroes they might be, but never once had a single Jedi come to Tatooine to save the people suffering there.

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[Vega the Chaos Mage]

She was better off only hearing the stories; the time where the Jedi were the norm was a dark one. One Vega wouldn't recommend one going back to ever experience if it was possible. She lost everything, barring her life and physique. Contacts, friends, dau- "That's right." Vega confessed, turning her eyes towards the terminal. They'd be jumping out of hyperspace shortly, but they still had time to talk. The woman returned purple gems back towards Amara, staring at her for a moment after hearing her question about it all being a legend. This was but a girl; was she really better off knowing? It'd only lure her to finding out more. But Vega felt something in her. Something she hadn't sensed lingering in a normal being like Amara since-

"Not a legend - all is truth." Vega quickly confessed. She had to tell her. Almost felt like she was born to. "The Jedi, the Sith - the Force itself. Everything your precious mother told you is true. There is no legend; a time long forgotten, perhaps, but the truth is as real as the stars out there we're passing by. But you probably believe it's absolutely ludicrous, don't you? I knew someone who thought the same. At first she believed it was all a bedtime story I said to help her sleep. It's not my place to show you - just to open the door to its reality. Sit back in your chair." Vega said that last speech with a hint of demand as she herself did. The time had come to jump out of hyperspace; the terminal was flashing violently as a warning that if they didn't they'd smash into Denon like a shooting star.

Vega disengaged the thrusters, and out of hyperspace they jumped, falling into orbit of Denon. Vega didn't descend straight away. First she tapped in the coordinates of her buyer. Only then did the craft pierce into the atmosphere and begin its descent to the targeted city. Skyscrapers were quick to be in sight from the cockpit window, but none amused her. The craft glided over rooftops and airborne traffic before dropping down onto the top of one skyscraper. The platform beneath the ship elevated them down into the structure to take them into the hangar bay. By then the ship had been shut down. Vega's eyes fell back upon Amara.

"Before we go forward, is there anything else you wish to know?"

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Amara felt as if she had been sucker-punched and she gaped at Vega. The stories had been true? All of the stories? She shook her head; there was no way the Force was real but something in her was agreeing with Vega. They weren't just legends. She twisted her fingers into her tunic and sat back as Vega took them out of hyperspace and began their descent onto Denon.

"How do you know all of this?" she asked, turning her head so that she was watching Vega's face carefully. "How do you know the Jedi are real?" Amara's eyes didn't waver from Vega's; she needed to know the answer as much as she needed to breathe.

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[Vega the Chaos Mage]

Vega prolonged her silence, using the terminal before her as an excuse of keeping her busy. All she was doing is making sure the cargo was safe, but she didn't need to upload cameras to confirm that. Any sort of a fault or loss and she would have been alerted almost immediately. The cargo was as safe and secured as Amara in Vega's current care. The woman looked over to the corner of her eyes, rolling them as far as possible without maneuvering her head to face her. She'd spilled this much, but spill too much and Amara'd probably be consumed by the lust for knowledge. Perhaps knowledge which resided in the wrong side of the force. But Vega owed her it now. No pretending she heard nothing.

“I once served under the Jedi. A supreme organisation; one countless forces tried to diminish, but even today they live on. Perhaps not in me, but they're out there - somewhere.” Vega's eyes rolled from one side of the window to the other. Workers moved around the side of her ship after lingering by the cockpit to get her attention. A bob of her head gave them permission to enter the craft and unload the cargo. They only took Stygium, assuming Amara's looted gear was Vega's. They weren't paid to take anything else anyway.

“Come. We can discuss this topic later. I can feel your desire for knowledge, but my desire to share it right now is but a mere flame. I promised you your share, so let us retrieve it.” With that said, the cockpit window lifted and Vega hopped out to touch down in the hangar. She followed the workers carrying the Stygium into the other room, turning her head here and there to make sure Amara followed. Soon they arrived within a fairly large room; the crates were stacked alongside a desk where a fine-dressed male sat behind. At first he had his attention fixated on a screen installed within his desk, but to both Vega and Amara he decided to put it on hold.

“Ahh, Vega. I didn't think you'd be with a companion. May I ask who she is? I don't believe she's your daughter.” Emerald gems glanced over to Amara. A smile painted itself on the male's face, soft and innocent. A bit too innocent. He waited for Amara to introduce herself. Vega went to by he lifted a hand to state he didn't want to hear it from her.

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[Amara No'orabi]

"You...were a Jedi?" Amara breathed, eyes going wide. Vega was correct in assuming this would only fuel Amara's desire to have questions answered, but she refrained from spilling out a thousand questions all at once like a shaken fizzy drink and instead nodded in acceptance of Vega's desire not to provide those answers herself. Vega had thusfar proven herself to be a trustworthy and honest companion, albeit being a criminal, and Amara had no doubt that her questions would be answered in time. She slid comfortably from the seat and followed after her companion in considerable silence, shifting her scarf so that it sat comfortably around her neck.

The man was unsettling however. He must be Vega's contact she thought, and she ducked her chin beneath the folds of her scarf in a nod of acknowledgement. Her gaze flickered momentarily to Vega, but she knew that the woman was allowing Amara to take this one. It almost felt like a test of sorts. The man's expression wasn't all that unfamiliar, she had dealt with thieves and criminals of all sorts back home, so Amara smiled thinly and gestured to the goggles atop her head. "New mechanical help. Vega has a very good grasp on what she's doing, but sometimes it's easier to have an extra pair of hands on board if things get fried and she is...otherwise occupied," Amara replied smoothly, shifting her satchel ever so slightly so he'd hear the rattle of the few tools she kept in there. "Although I won't deny that my ah, sticky fingers, are what initially caught her interest."

She glanced at [member="Vega the Chaos Mage"] and hoped that she had passed this test. To fail around people like the man sitting before them was a dangerous thing.