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Post by Ghostie on Apr 16, 2019 2:22:31 GMT
Thread Status: Open
Location: Coruscant
Thread Discussion: N/A
Characters: Bendik Tyr Covell III, Eliana Calo
With a mighty clatter, the large body of Tyr Covell dove head first to the hard, durasteel floor. The young man’s arms outstretched, his prey slipped through his fingers yet again, it’s dry scales leaving little more than a feeling behind in his hands. Tyr turned his blue eyes upwards just in time to see the little yellow-orange beast hop quickly down the freighter’s corridor and around the corner, croaking as it’s short, spotted tail disappeared from view. The young man gave a deep growl of his own in frustration, before shoving off of the floor and running after the creature.
“I’M GONNA TURN YOU INTO A STEAK, YOU KARKIN’ PIECE OF POODOO!” Tyr yelled as he charged down the corridor. His teeth gritted together as he skidded around the corner, one had catching the curved wall as he made the turn. The little orange creature was hopping away as furiously as it could down the next corridor, but this time, Tyr was determined that it would not make it’s escape. Not this time. Not after so many other times that the young man had tried to corner his prey and catch it, only for it to slip through his fingers yet again.
No, this time Tyr had corralled the creature towards the cockpit of the freighter. As long as he could remain between it and the exit, it shouldn’t be able to find an escape route. After all, there was only one entrance to the room. Slowing his pace, Tyr marched up to the entrance of the cockpit, and scanned the room one inch at a time. There was a flash of yellow-orange under the control board, in front of the pilot’s seat as the creature tried to use the shadow and the cover it hide itself. The young man made eye contact with the animal, it’s deep eye sockets studying him back as it stayed perfectly still, it’s four horns pressed back against its body as the two looked each other over, waiting for the other to move first.
Then without warning, Tyr sprung. He dove for the creature once again, and once again, the creature squirmed from his grasp. It jumped through the young man’s arms, and then Tyr felt it’s large feet land on his back for the briefest of moments before leaping off once again. The young man bolted up to find the little creature pouncing across the control board it once had hid under.
“C’MON!” Tyr yelled once again, and in such a close proximity, the creature froze, a look of terror across his face that the young man barely noticed. It was that single, stunned moment which was all Tyr needed in order to finally scoop the animal up into his arms. It croaked once again, the sound seeming to reverberate from deep within the small creature. The young man found himself quite short on pity, however, for the moment. Hugging the little yellow-orange beast to his chest, Tyr walked quickly back to the cargo bay as it squirmed against him, seeking freedom away from the rest of it’s brethren and their holding cage. The best it could do it nip at one of Tyr’s fingers, which caused the young man to scream once again.
Stomping his way back into the cargo bay of the freighter, Tyr shot a dark look towards the ship’s only other occupant, who was waiting by the cage with the other creatures. She was a blonde woman about his age, and as he entered, her green eyes lit up. Whether it was at the sight of him, or the lost animal finally returning to it’s home however, Tyr couldn’t say. Ignoring her for the moment, the young man marched over to the cage holding the rest of the yellow-orange animals. Cautiously opening the top so that none of the other creatures would escape, Tyr dropped the one held inside, and slammed the door shut.
“This…” He said slowly, looking down at the little devils hopping on top of one another and gnawing hopelessly on the metal bars of their cage. Locking the door, Tyr looked up to Eliana, his words soaking with venom as they came out through gritted teeth. “... Is the last time we ever transport gizkas.”
His blue eyes held hers for a long time, and he knew, deep down, that it wouldn’t be the last time. Not if Eliana didn’t want it to be. The longer he held the young woman’s gaze, the softer Tyr’s heart grew. Eventually, the more those soft green eyes bored into him, the more his frustrated face turned into a simple frown as he supported himself on the tall, crate-like cage. Tyr would never admit such a thing, but Eliana always got what she wanted. She always knew what to say, or what to do, just to convince him. Usually, it didn’t take much. And like any other man head over heels, he would go along with it, no matter how much he grumbled.
Gizka, though, might be the line. Looking down and giving a bit of a short, strong sigh, Tyr threw the tarp back over the gizka cage, and secured it for transport.
“You ready to go? I know you’re looking forward to the Exhibit.”
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Post by lilforceghost on Apr 17, 2019 1:29:57 GMT
Eliana couldn’t help but giggle as she placed the last Gizka that she had found back into the cage. Even in the cargo bay she could hear Tyr bellowing at the one of the tiny creatures that he had been attempting to capture. All in all, they weren’t that hard to capture. If you kind to them, that was. All she had to do was speak softly to one of the little Gizka’s, use the Force and they came hopping to her willingly almost without a fuss. One or two were a bit more fussy but it wasn’t anything Eliana couldn’t handle.
The little creatures looked at her with curiosity as she pushed her button nose up to the cage. Their large, hollow sockets made them all the more cuter at least to her.“It’s okay… I won’t let him hurt you guys. His bark is worse than his bite. He’s actually very fluffy.”
She whispered as they fussed about in their cage as her boyfriend could be heard about the ship once more trying to catch one of their counter parts. Reaching into the cage, she patted one on the head before Meatball made his way into the cargo bay. Tilting his head up at the cage, his large eyes had made contact with the Gizka’s; his tail beginning to wag and a particular grunting sound came from his as he became more curious about the little creatures.
“Oh no you don’t, little guy.” There was nothing little about the Loth cat. In fact, he was on the overweight side and was usually very lazy. Scooping up the cat and tossing him out it was then that Ty had finally manage to catch the Gizka. He was clearly pissed but as he marched in, Elana placed her hand over her mouth and giggled a bit.
“He’s only one Gizka, Blue. What did he do? Arm wrestle you?”
A nickname Eliana had come up with for Tyr since she realized just how big and bright his blue eyes really were. He mentioned that they weren’t going to transport the little creatures anymore which led to a face of sheer disappointment but she knew that they were troublesome. Eliana knew that when and if the opportunity should rise, she’d just have to come up with a better plan for containing them. But she had a sneaking suspicion that Meatball was the reason they had gotten out to begin with. The cat was fat but he sure as hell was clever. If it wasn’t Meatball, Eliana was at a loss.
At the mention of the Exhibit, Eliana’s green eyes brightened back up. Animals was something that Eliana had always been entrhawled with. Even from a young age she had such a love and compassion for all animals in the galaxy. From the biggest to the smallest all the way from the cutest to the not so sightly. To Ellie, they were all precious and worth living and if she could, she'd have one of each. Grabbing Tyr’s hand, she bounced a bit, grinning as she gently tugged at his hand some wanting to make their way as quickly as possible now that the Gizka issue was resolved.
“Of course! It’s only THE largest livestock fair in the Galaxy! I can’t wait to see all the animals and see how cute and fluffy they are and all the babies it will be SO MUCH FUN!”
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Post by Ghostie on Aug 20, 2019 2:07:09 GMT
In a few moments Tyr and Eliana had left their freighter behind and crossed the spaceport towards the Grand Symposium, a large center and hall on Coruscant, where the Coruscant Livestock Exchange and Exhibition was currently underway. Due to the nature of their cargo - which kept rattling it’s cage back and forth on the repulsor sled that Tyr pushed along, croaking every so often as it did so despite the heavy tarp that had been thrown over the top of their enclosure to try and keep them calm - Tyr and Eliana’s commute was thankfully nothing more than a short walk. The pair were able to bypass the lines at the ticketing booth as well, since they were making a delivery, and instead they were directed to a side entrance which very unceremoniously placed them in the middle of the crowds.
The gizka, Tyr supposed, were good for something other than eating.
The floor of the Symposium that Tyr and Eliana had ended up on was a complete madhouse, however. People passed back and forth, bumbling into each other as they tried to make their way to their sought after trader, or booth. But one couldn’t see much past the throng of beings that surrounded them on all sides, and moving through it was like trying to move through a living underbrush that constantly changed shape and form. All that could be heard above the rising chatter of hundreds of thousands of conversations taking place in the hall was the occasional animal croak or groan. There was one particularly loud roar, however, that came from the level above, and Tyr’s eyes were far from the only ones to pause and look skyward for a moment at the mighty call.
“Excuse me! Coming through!” Tyr called ahead of his and he tried to push the repulsor sled full of gizka through the crowd. But it was slow going, as more than a few beings seemed rather put-off at the thought of having to part in order for the sled to come through. Nonetheless, Tyr pressed on, looking forward to rid himself of the troublesome pests, and get paid for it.
“Damn…” Tyr muttered, one hand rifling through his jacket as he searched for the paperwork for the delivery. “Do you remember the booth number we were supposed to find?!” Tyr shouted back at Eliana, over the noise of the crowd, his search coming up empty. The paperwork wasn’t wholly necessary to make the delivery, but it had the location and name of the Ithorian merchant that the pair were supposed to meet. Now, Tyr supposed, they simply looked for whatever Ithorian was selling pesky, tasty lizards.
Despite the crowd, Ithorians were easy to spot. They were usually taller than most beings, at least their uniquely shaped heads were, and their language stood out from all the Basic that Tyr was hearing. Even Ithorians who could speak Basic had a peculiar accent. Hearing one such voice in an almost stereo-like quality, Tyr pushed his repulsor sled through the crowd, towards the source of the noise.
He came up short, however. This particular Ithorian was indeed selling animals, but they were nothing like the gizka that Tyr was pushing along. No, this merchant was showing a herd of what looked like foxes. But instead of being orange or red in appearance, this foxes were silverly. And instead of fur, they possessed crystal-like spikes that completely covered their body, bristling with every movement and reflecting every light that came across them. Even their ears and cheeks, both sets of which came to sharp points, were covered in the crystal-spikes. Their tails seemed to have a permanently fluffed out appearance, because of them.
Tyr was enraptured with the animals, if only for a moment. While he never really did care for creatures in general, at least not the way that Eliana did, there was something almost graceful about these foxes. Mysterious. He watched a trio of of play on the ground and roll around in their pen, while a fourth came up to the edge and watched the crowd. It sulked back and forth, it’s golden eyes flitting along with it’s movements before it finally saw Tyr, and stopped, standing there to seemingly study him for a long moment before moving on.
“Why could we have transported something like these guys?!” Tyr asked, turning to Eliana and locking onto her eyes, once again trying to make himself heard over the crowd. Waving a hand at the pen of crystal-foxes, Tyr kept speaking. “I doubt they cause as many issues as these little bastards, and I’m sure they pay well, too!”
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Post by legion on Aug 22, 2019 2:33:58 GMT
First rule of running?
Walk.
Especially if you're in a crowded place. It was easy to pick out a body running through a crowd, evading bodies that cluttered a room, and would be hot on their quarry's heels no matter how swift they might be. That was why Ciri walked through the crowd, hands tucked deep into the pockets of the torn jacket she'd ripped from a homeless man twelve hours ago. Matted blonde hair was tied up in a loose pony tail that was kept beneath an old hood, but that wasn't what caught people's attention. At least at first. Most glanced towards her, only to politely look away. The braver ones stared, but quickly spun away when they realized she'd caught them watching.
A nasty purple-yellow bruise dominated her left eye, and while the swelling had mostly gone down her cheek still felt that damned dull ache that came with such an injury. Thankfully her master couldn't track her with a bruise, though. No. He'd be trying to sense her presence on the world or elsewhere. She'd occasionally felt him nip at the edges of her awareness. Gnawing through the scant protections she'd erected over her mind to stop such an attempt. Lately he had been silent, though, mostly in part due to her locale. Life oozed from every corner of Coruscant. Every edge and avenue teemed with it, making it difficult to track even those powerful in the Force. And Ciri? Ciri wasn't strong. Ciri was weak. Her only chance to get free forever was to be clandestine, at least long enough to find a ship that would carry her off this blasted rock.
Behind her, the dull thrum of repulsor engines sent waves through the ground at her feet. People seemed to shifted away from the slowly approaching vehicle without much of a need for the driver to command them, and Ciri only flowed with the crowd. The former Sith had resolved to flow with the crowd until she caught a familiar shape pass by the edge of her hood. Only the back of the female's head was visible, though her blonde hair was readily apparent. Something drew her to follow the pair, the male of which was doing his best impression of a man who was hopelessly lost as their vehicle carried a croaking box in its wake. There was something more than mere deja-vu to the feeling, though. An echo called to her, from far away. Far away yet so close. Ciri narrowed her eyes at the speeder, now slowly pulling away.
She'd noticed feelings like that before; the Force often called to her through instinct and emotion. Generally it was a good idea to follow those instincts, at least that's what her masters had always said. So, Cirillia followed at a reasonable distance back. It wasn't hard to stalk the giant vehicle, nor was it difficult to even hang back five feet back and not be noticed. All eyes were front and to the side, and if one was cast backwards it was a simple process to merely duck her head and become formless.
It hadn't been long before the vehicle stopped, the male absolutely enraptured with some crystalline foxes. Ciri circled around the opposite side of the speeder, eyes forward and form small, until she was able to catch a glimpse of the female's face. It was difficult. People had a rude way of bumping into her or stopping in front of her at the wrong moment, but she eventually caught a glimpse of the woman's face. And that face set her blood to a boil.
Ellie.
Ciri could feel it. Rage. Fiery tendrils of hatred rose up from her belly to encircle her heart, squeezing with all their might until blood burned in her veins. Ellie had abandoned her. Ellie had cut her off when she needed her most. It wasn't until she felt something cool and smooth in her palm that she realized the hilt of her lightsaber had been drawn, and her index finger hovered only millimeters from the ignition switch. No. Ciri closed her eyes and spun around, hand slipping the hilt of her lightsaber into its hiding place. Tears began to form at the corners of her eyes; Ellie was safe. Alive. Her lips were drawn thin, mind torn between relief and wrath. Happiness and despair. Maybe Ellie would help her leave? She didn't recognize the man, at least not from that angle, but she doubted he'd protest. No. She wouldn't put that on her, no matter how much Eliana owed her for the shit she pulled.
Without daring to look back and risk her face, Ciri continued onward.
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Post by Werner Von Boom on Aug 22, 2019 22:53:10 GMT
Janis Sabawyn swiveled in her chair, stretching her lean frame until her back gave a satisfying pop. Her amber eyes surveyed the planet hanging outside her cockpit as she continued her restless movement. Coruscant was one big city, and that alone ranked it pretty high on the list of places she hated. Add in a bunch of brown-nosing bureaucrats and every over-ambitious Sith trying to cozy up to Revan’s coattails and you had a sycophantic mixture she wanted nothing to do with.
Going to Coruscant was like sticking your hand into a clogged toilet. That hand had better be coming out with something worth the mess and trouble. In theory at least, the exhibit would be that diamond-ring in the loo.
Planet full of rich people coming from all over the galaxy just for animals? Somebody there had more money than brains, and she had a hold chock full of predators, fresh ones to boot. There’d be a buyer or two or three, and that’d keep her in fuel. Maybe even get a little extra salted away. It was her only regret that those smuggler’s holds under the nexu enclosure were empty. What was the point of going to some place like this and not making an extra payday?
Hutts. She needed to deal with some Hutts.
Further thinking was cut short as mid-swivel the landing clearance finally came through. While fumbling with her landing straps, the young woman managed to slide one directly across the bandage on her tattooed bicep. She winced. Those claws had done a number, and the wound was definitely taking its time closing up properly. She cinched the bandage down a little more and headed for the planet…
A few hours later the unruly redhead was marching into the crowded Exhibition, clad in some well-worn pants and boots, a lightly tattered black tank top, and an even more tattered halter of coarse brown make. On her two belts she had her force pike, a pouch full of credits and business cards, and a datapad of her inventory.
All in all it was how she normally looked, and she stood out like a sore thumb. The effect wasn’t helped by the remarkably abrupt sway and pivot she took as evasive action on nearly plowing into a blonde woman an inch taller and a few pounds heavier. It wasn’t that it was the other woman’s fault. Janis had been gawking about the crowd and displays and managed to miss what was under her own nose, which wasn’t exactly unprecedented.
A normal, decent human being would probably let out a polite ‘excuse me’ and continue by, or maybe even drop a ‘sorry.’ Janis managed a glare.
“You got a habit of just stopping in the middle of crowds huh?” She asked belligerently, bare arms crossed. Her patrician nose crinkled a little in her effortlessly obnoxious sneer before the expression faltered. “Wait, you look familiar,” She managed, brow furrowing in an effort to recollect. There was something annoyingly familiar about the woman, but she wasn’t placing it.
“You stop in front of me in some other crowd?” She asked rather snidely, with a smirk replacing the furrowed brow. She’d already given up on remembering and had reverted to being an asshole.
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