Did the Tattooine run today. Buiness as usual, until a bit of an oddity occured. I think someone's trailing me.. I felt eyes on me as I ran through town, but the kriffar didn't stick around. I lost him when what passes for tattooine police tried to stop me. Di'kuts fell for the old follow-the-bird-with-no-rider trick, so I lost them that way, but I wound up in the bottom of a damn sand-pit. *She chuckles at herself, the laughter winding down into a bit of a cough before she continues* Had a hell of a time scrambling out of it, but as soon as I pulled my karking grappling-hook out of the rock, this sullustian kid came up and found me down there.
Well.. he wasn't really a kid. He could be older than me for all I know, but he sounded young, and he didn't seem to have been around Tattooine long. Poor guy wasn't descreet at all, heh, when he came askin' about spice and such. Fellow reminded me of my son after watchin' some of them old detective holos Lawrence has about. Ah well. He didn't arrest me, so I guess we're cool, right? Anyway, he's security at this building out in the middle of Chubakriff Nowhere. Perferred to be called a mercenary- get this, he thought it was the more glamourous! *Ahehehem.. heh* Either he's not been around mercenaries much, or he's green as bantha butter as an investigator-- which by the way he is. He denied it, but Respar told me while he was in his office.
I actially ran into Respar by accident. Caelorn's padawan from back when, Respar was an investigator as well when he joined White Thunder. He thought we were all dead, but surprise, we ain't. Was happy to see him. He says he hasn't been doing the snoop thing for a while, which make me wonder what he has been doing with himself lately. I had to run and find Jewels so quickly that I didn't ask. I'll have to remember to swing back by the area later on, and come looking for him, scince it just occured to me that he might not remember the codes to plug into the network. He was sent the coordinates to the new base, but still, better to make sure.
I should have remembered to do that before heading to Talus, but then I had to get offworld for a bit while the heat died down. *Cough* Have to work on the Garden House and see if there's a bit of anything still living in there. The fresh air and such should do me good, anyhow, after all the kriffin' sand.. *Cough-Cough.. she seems to be having a bit more trouble with this than usual* Kriffin'... *Cough* sand...
*She pushes the mic away, and muffles her coughing behind her sand-veil before she catches her breath and continues*
Usually this goes away after I get off the damn planet.. Ugh.. I wonder what the repercussions are of breathing in powder-fine sand over a period of time? Started wearing my damn veil over my face on them dusty planets, when it started to get bad, but I got a good facefull of the gritty stuff when I fell down that pit today. Set me off something feirce, and it feels like I haven't quite all swallowed it down yet. Hope this will pass.. I can't afford to be adding more to the list. I am already defective, and they wanna' fix me. *Clunk-clunk, she taps her wooden leg* Stlian's buggin' me to get this checked out.. Ri wants me to wear some kind of cloned leg, like this arkanian woman was talkin' of.. I don't know. It sounds like it'll work well enough, but like I said talkin' it over with Lawrence, I have a bad, bad feeling about it. The bonds holdin' me together are more than physical-- cells can be cloned, but I'm afraid of what'll happen if I introduce anything foreign in the force. The same thing that's holdin' me together could make me come apart at the seams..
That lovely thought in mind, I had better get to work. I'm comin' up on the Garden House now, and I'd better be on my guard. I don't know what state the place is in just yet. Wish me luck.
*END*
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Well.. he wasn't really a kid. He could be older than me for all I know, but he sounded young, and he didn't seem to have been around Tattooine long. Poor guy wasn't descreet at all, heh, when he came askin' about spice and such. Fellow reminded me of my son after watchin' some of them old detective holos Lawrence has about. Ah well. He didn't arrest me, so I guess we're cool, right? Anyway, he's security at this building out in the middle of Chubakriff Nowhere. Perferred to be called a mercenary- get this, he thought it was the more glamourous! *Ahehehem.. heh* Either he's not been around mercenaries much, or he's green as bantha butter as an investigator-- which by the way he is. He denied it, but Respar told me while he was in his office.
I actially ran into Respar by accident. Caelorn's padawan from back when, Respar was an investigator as well when he joined White Thunder. He thought we were all dead, but surprise, we ain't. Was happy to see him. He says he hasn't been doing the snoop thing for a while, which make me wonder what he has been doing with himself lately. I had to run and find Jewels so quickly that I didn't ask. I'll have to remember to swing back by the area later on, and come looking for him, scince it just occured to me that he might not remember the codes to plug into the network. He was sent the coordinates to the new base, but still, better to make sure.
I should have remembered to do that before heading to Talus, but then I had to get offworld for a bit while the heat died down. *Cough* Have to work on the Garden House and see if there's a bit of anything still living in there. The fresh air and such should do me good, anyhow, after all the kriffin' sand.. *Cough-Cough.. she seems to be having a bit more trouble with this than usual* Kriffin'... *Cough* sand...
*She pushes the mic away, and muffles her coughing behind her sand-veil before she catches her breath and continues*
Usually this goes away after I get off the damn planet.. Ugh.. I wonder what the repercussions are of breathing in powder-fine sand over a period of time? Started wearing my damn veil over my face on them dusty planets, when it started to get bad, but I got a good facefull of the gritty stuff when I fell down that pit today. Set me off something feirce, and it feels like I haven't quite all swallowed it down yet. Hope this will pass.. I can't afford to be adding more to the list. I am already defective, and they wanna' fix me. *Clunk-clunk, she taps her wooden leg* Stlian's buggin' me to get this checked out.. Ri wants me to wear some kind of cloned leg, like this arkanian woman was talkin' of.. I don't know. It sounds like it'll work well enough, but like I said talkin' it over with Lawrence, I have a bad, bad feeling about it. The bonds holdin' me together are more than physical-- cells can be cloned, but I'm afraid of what'll happen if I introduce anything foreign in the force. The same thing that's holdin' me together could make me come apart at the seams..
That lovely thought in mind, I had better get to work. I'm comin' up on the Garden House now, and I'd better be on my guard. I don't know what state the place is in just yet. Wish me luck.
*END*
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