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Post by Farren Sefu on Mar 10, 2019 13:43:55 GMT -5
*Continued from Jedi Boot Camp*
It was nice to travel to a planet that actually had sunlight for a change. Farren hadn’t left Umbara for weeks, and he didn’t realize how much he missed being out and about. More importantly, there was no Imperial presence on Otani. The new Empire didn’t seem to think that a backwater dust ball like this warranted much attention. As a result, it was now a favored hangout for all types of undesireables. The irony was that, in the new position the Jedi found themselves in, these people were very desireable indeed.
Farren directed Aayla to land at the spaceport at the edge of the city - if you could call the ramshackle hanger building a spaceport, or the collection of mismatched huts and decommissioned ships a city. Coruscant, this place was not. After landing, Farren exited the cockpit and met up with his companions to status with them.
“Ok. Here’s the deal. Asto Marr told me that he’d meet me in his shop in the middle of town. It’s an old Techno Union Starship, the Hardcell-class variety. Once we’re inside, he told me he has some information about something the Empire is up to, but he didn’t want to tell me what it was over a transmission, for fear of it being intercepted. Whatever it was, though, it had him spooked. Could be nothing, but stay on alert. No sabers. Ready?” Farren checked his blasters to ensure they were loaded, and reflexively patted his own saber, hidden inside a modified armor plate on his thigh.
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Mar 23, 2019 19:27:29 GMT -5
Aayla had missed the sun - but she didn’t know if she missed the sun enough to try to find it here. She landed the ship where she was told - but this wasn’t a hangar and this wasn’t a city. She wasn’t even sure if they would return to the ship in working order.
Listening to the report, she slightly nodded. It made her more nervous now than excited. She remembered times where assignments made her excited - back when she was on the side that seemed to hold more power. “Alright. We don’t have a hint of what this info is? If we had to travel to this pit for something I could have told you, I’ll have a few words for your friend.”
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Post by Jaren Rouhell on Mar 24, 2019 10:09:07 GMT -5
The soft rumble of the Shadow Lark entering the atmosphere of Otani shook Jaren awake. The light coming from the sun making it's way into the crew quarters warmed Jarens face as he sat up in bed. He looked out on Otani. It reminded him a lot of his home, Tatooine. A breeding ground of some of the worst scum, a wretched hive of villainy. The Jedi were never too interested in it, although he did hear occasional stories of how the Jedi policed bands of pirates that used to work in the area.
He got out of bed and equipped his blaster and saber. he walked into the main hallway and met up with Farren and Aayla. " Well if this 'friend' of yours is anything like the rest of the scum here, this'll make for an interesting meeting."
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Post by Farren Sefu on Mar 28, 2019 14:00:39 GMT -5
Farren nodded at Jaren’s comment, and lowered the ramp and exited the ship, expecting the others to follow. “It’s true that there are lots of criminals here that you or I would likely have been dispatched the apprehend if things were different, but alas, here we are. However, a good chunk of people here are innocent bystanders just trying to get away from the Empire’s tyranny. Lots of refugees and people without a planet. I’ve heard rumors of a similar settlement out on Lothal. I’m sure there are countless others out there. With that in mind, don’t be too quick to judge someone here.” Once they were all off the Shadow Lark, Farren tapped his wrist device and the ramp closed behind them, and a hiss and click sound alerted them that the locks had engaged. “And from what it sounds like, this is something that not just any low level pilot would know, Aayla. Whatever he found, it’s from higher up the food chain.”
As he walked away, Farren watched as the locals - and he used the term loosely - wandered around the main road, going in and out of shops and stopping at various kiosks, or sent their droids to do the same. The species were greatly mixed, though dominated by Weequays and Humans. Most of them gave the trio glances as they passed, and some whispered among themselves. For a town comprised of renegades and the homeless, they still seemed to be wary, or at least took notice of, new arrivals.
Eventually, they arrived at the specified building. It was indeed a Clone Wars era Hard-cell class Interstellar Transport, but it had been repainted to have the Separatist logos stripped and replaced with the words “Marr’s Merchandise - A one-stop shop for all your needs” written in Aurebesh. “This is the place,” Farren said. He approached the doors and they opened as he walked, but he stopped short inside the lobby.
Droid parts and tools, weapons and other wares were strewn everywhere. Shelves had been toppled and the main desk had blaster marks across its face. The window leading to the back room was shattered. “Oh. That’s not good.” Farren muttered.
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Apr 18, 2019 22:31:31 GMT -5
"Don't be too quick to judge someone here...Sure.." she thought, walking down the ramp and shielding her eyes from the light. It seemed busy enough - people meandering about and taking note of them. It didn't surprise her - they had to be cautious of new comers. Anyone could be their next job opportunity or enemy. And seeing as she was still in partially destroyed Imperial armor, she was sure none of them wanted to be her friend.
Aayla was busy staring some bystanders down when she almost walked into Farren's back. "Hey! Watch - ... oh.. What happened here?" she said, walking around her Master to assess the damage in the shop. "This place was destroyed. And judging by the smell of blaster smoke, it wasn't all that long ago."
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Post by Jaren Rouhell on Apr 20, 2019 15:56:38 GMT -5
Jaren responded to Farren "Just like you weren't to quick to judge the moment you met me hmm?" Jaren jested. He put his cloak on to cover the small arsenal he kept on his belt. He followed behind Farren and Aayla, he could feel the eyes of the people around him on himself and the others in the trio. He was all to used to this feeling from when he first made it back to Tatooine. He was keeping his eye on a particular group of pirates who were watching them when he heard Farren say " That's not good ". He turned and walked into the store, " This place is trashed. " He said upon seeing all the destruction. " It looks like what he knew was pretty important."
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Post by Farren Sefu on Apr 20, 2019 16:29:10 GMT -5
Farren scanned the area, looking at the mess. There was no sign of Asto, and obviously he dodn’t go without a fight. “I have no idea what happened, but it looks like whatever he wanted to tell me, the Empire found out about it and got to him first. We should head back out and the locals if they-“ he was cut off by a clattering sound coming from the back room. “What was that?” he said aloud, drawing his KYD-21 and holding it up in front of him, elbow bent so the blaster pointed up towards the ceiling. “Let’s go check it out.” He walked behind the counter and through the door, entering the back room.
This area wasn’t as messy as the main lobby, but it was clear that the fight either started or ended here because there a few shelves knocked over and various knickknacks strewn about the floor in those areas, mostly around the door. The lighting back here seemed to be intact, but set to a low level, making visibility poor. “Strange that the lights are turned down so much. I get the feeling that someone was trying to hide something here.”
Farren paced the length of the room, but ultimately found nothing. At the last row, he turned around and put his blaster away, shaking his head. “Well, whoever was here, they’re gone now.”
The pain from impact left Farren rubbing the right side of his head as the metal rations container that had been thrown at him fell to the floor. He looked up to see a small furry figure at the far end of the aisle, staring at him.
“Hey!” Farren yelled, and began to run towards it, but paused for a moment when the figure curled up in a ball and began to rapidly roll away, very similarly to a Destroyer droid. Regaining his composure, he resumed the chase. “After it!” He yelled to his companions as the figure rolled rapidly down the far side of the store room in the direction of the door.
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on May 15, 2019 21:49:51 GMT -5
At the clattering, Aayla's hands instantly flew to her weapon. Her eyes drifted to Jaren for a second, but upon seeing that he was as prepared for trouble as she was, she moved on. She bent a little lower to the ground - not quite crouching, but ready to take cover if she needed.
Not saying a word, Aayla silently following behind Farren to the back room. She stayed by the door, observing the nicknacks all over the floor until...
Her eyes locked on the fur ball. She knew she couldn't draw her weapon in time - but she had other plans for the tiny attacker. "I GOT IT!" she yipped, rearing her leg back and punting it as hard as she could straight back at Farren. "Catch!"
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Post by Jaren Rouhell on May 17, 2019 23:02:10 GMT -5
As soon as he noticed the carnage that had happened in the shop Jaren immediately drew his blaster. He was on his toes and waiting for whatever fight was about to come their way. The next thing he knew he he head a loud metallic clang coming from Farrens direction, along with Farren shouting to chase after something.
Jaren moved around the main lobby to get a better angle on the doorway into the backroom Farren and Aayla were in. On the ground all he saw was a ball of fur rolling around on the floor. It was the first time he'd seen anything like that before " What the hell is that thing? " He said. He saw Aayla wind up her leg for a kick, " Oh this should be interesting " Jaren thought to himself.
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Post by Farren Sefu on Jun 15, 2019 17:30:08 GMT -5
The force of Aayla's kick connected squarely with what turned out to be the creature's back. The sudden impact caused it to stumble back and fall over, landing at Farren's feet. In its unwrapped form, it became clear they were dealing with a young male Lurmen. He was dressed in an outfit that seemed to be thrown together from various materials but was still suitable for the environment.
Farren grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him against a stocking shelf, drawing his KYD-21 and making sure the Lurmen saw it, but didn't directly point it at him. "Who are you, and where is Asto Marr? What are you doing here?" Farren snapped at him. He didn't risk using any Force powers, but by the look of this Lurmen, he wouldn't need them.
"Hey! Be careful with that thing!" The Lurmen cried out, struggling against Farren's grip. "I'm just trying to scrounge up some stuff to sell to get by in this dump town. Asto got dragged away by stormtroopers last night; it's been a free for all of his stuff ever since! Now let me go!"
Farren's heart sank. There wasn't supposed to be an Imperial presence out here. If the Empire sent out troops to get Marr, then things were worse than he feared. "What do you mean, stormtroopers? What else do you know?"
"Get your hands off me! I'm not saying anymore! Whatever trouble he's in, I want no part of it!" the Lurmen fought back.
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Jul 3, 2019 22:13:34 GMT -5
Aayla hissed at the new bruise she had, but was smirking with pride at her little assist. But it was obvious there was more work to be done.
"Listen, kid. There's three of us. And one of you. And it's clear who has the upper hand here. There's no point in struggling unless you want another kick - or worse. So how about we help each other out?" she said, walking over to stand a little closer, slinging her rifle onto her shoulder. "We'll leave every scrap in here to you and won't rob you blind of anything you might have already found - and you'll tell us what you know about what happened to Marr. So talk." She wasn't in the mood to ask if he was okay with the plan. She was more in the mind set of 'this is the plan and that's that'.
Because if he wasn't okay with it - her Force would make him okay with it.
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Post by Jaren Rouhell on Jul 18, 2019 0:44:28 GMT -5
Jaren sat back as Farren and Aayla were interrogating the Lurmen. He kept his blaster drawn, but at his hip and angled toward the floor. He listened as the little twirp went on about how he wasn't gonna fess up to what happened and Aayla started to question him when Jaren decided to speak up, " Listen here sleemo, I'm not in the mood to be screwed around with right now. So if you don't feel like being filled with blaster bolts , I would start talking." He said as he raised his blaster and had it trained on the little fur ball.
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Post by Farren Sefu on Aug 21, 2019 20:43:19 GMT -5
The Lurmen could tell he was outnumbered and outgunned, so he stopped fighting and just slumped. “Look, all I know is that Asto got drunk the other night and was rambling about something the Empire was working on. Next thing you know, troopers are busting in the door and dragging him off. Said something about a ‘rehabilitation center’. Now can you please get off me? I want to go home!”
Farren reached out with the Force and could tell that the Lurmen was telling the truth. Or at least, as much of the truth as he was privy to. “Fine. Get out of here.” Farren released his grip and jammed a thumb towards the door. The Lurmen scooped up a few trinkets he had dropped and rolled out the door without another word.
“This is bad. Whatever Marr knew, the Empire deems it important enough to silence him. I’m not sure about this rehabilitation center, but if it was just last night, they may not have gotten far.” Farren said to his companions. “We need to get back to the Shadow Lark. If they’re still in the area, the scanners will find them.” He bagan to walk out the door and back to the ship.
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Post by Aayla Etel'dalam on Nov 17, 2019 15:56:31 GMT -5
Aayla frowned. "A rehabilitation center? I can tell you that it sounds a lot calmer than it actually is," she said, following closely behind her Master. "We're going to want to find him sooner than later if we want to find him at all...or in one piece." She turned slightly to make sure Jaren was following. She wasn't too worried about letting the Lurmen go - she was sure that he wouldn't say anything, and even if he did - not many would believe that some Force sensitives had pinned him and let him live to tell the tale.
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Post by Jaren Rouhell on Jan 15, 2020 10:59:17 GMT -5
Jaren listened to the Furball's story. He sensed no deceit in it and lowered his blaster. "Hmm. One can only hope that your friend is still alive Farren. You and I both know that the Empire has no problems killing anyone who gets in their way." He said gruffly, recalling the purge. He followed behind his two companions, eager to find out what Marr knew and got the Imps in a tizzie. A small part of him also relished the idea of getting some vengeance on the Imperials.
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