Starting Over

[Tasha McTallen]

Somewhere on Rodia

11:57 AM

It had been several days since she left her uncles bar to live her own life. She had gotten the feeling that it was the right time to leave, and so she had left that backwater planet and is now on Rodia trying to find some place to eat.

Head held high, one might believe that she has a noble upbringing, but due to the way she's dressed, nobody gives her a second thought. Her light gray dress has some patches where it's been mended. Her hair tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of her face.

[Tirsa]

:: Tirsa was at a nearby cafe, stopping in for lunch as her ship was being refueled. next stop would be Nar Shadaa, to meet with Clive Jerrard ::

[Tasha McTallen]

Glancing up at the sign, she smiles thinking that this cafe is as good as any go grab a bite to eat. Entering the cafe and walking up to the counter, she easily orders her meal which is handed to her before turning to look for a table to sit down at. A frown crosses her face as she sees all the tables have somebody at them and only one has one person.

Carefully, she makes her way over to that table.

"Excuse me, mind if I join you?"

[Tirsa]

:: Tirsa looks up as she takes a big bite of naan bread, and chews as she kicks out the other chair for Tasha to sit. She studies the girl. Tasha was obviously a runaway, far from home and looking to change her luck ::

[Tasha McTallen]

Placing her food on the table, she seats herself on the chair that got kicked out for her.

"So, what brings you to Rodia?"

She asks quietly before taking a bite of her meal.

[Tirsa]

:: The Nebari answers the question with a question as a server fills her cup with klava ::

"You're a runaway, aren't you?"

[Tasha McTallen]

"I wouldn't exactly call myself a runaway in the traditional sense. Just the time came for me to leave my uncles house and to make my own way in the galaxy."

Shrugging slightly as if she's not concerned, she takes another bite of her meal.

[Tirsa]

:: Tirsa laughed ::

"So you are a runaway. So what's the deal, he was beating you, or was the pig trying to get you in bed?"

[Tasha McTallen]

"Maybe the deal is the time came for me to leave. My Mother told me that I would know the time came for me to leave. It came and I left."

Sipping her drink, she glances around the cafe.

"But you could say that he was doing other things that helped tick me off to get me to leave sooner."

[Tirsa]

:: She looked at Tasha with those cat like eyes of hers, unblinking, for several minutes without a word. Her gaze was predatory, and more than a little unsettling ::

[Tasha McTallen]

Leaning back in her chair, she returns Tirsa's gaze, unblinking and unfaltering, a slight tilt to her head as she does this. Despite the fact that she gets a bit unsettled by the stare, she just keeps staring back.

[Tirsa]

:: after 5 minutes of staring, a cheshire grin lights up Tirsa's face ::

"I like you. You're okay."

[Tasha McTallen]

"You're not that bad either."

A smile forms on her face as this is said.

"And you would be?"

[Tirsa]

"Tirsa."

:: she holds out a black gloved hand ::

[Tasha McTallen]

"Tasha"

Briefly, she shakes Tirsa's hand.

[Tirsa]

"So what made you come here. You have friends here?"

[Tasha McTallen]

"No friends or family here. This is just one stop amongst many for me. I'll acquire some credits and then I'll leave Rodia to go to a different planet."

[Tirsa]

"So what do you do?"

[Tasha McTallen]

"I do whatever I want to do. And you?"

[Tirsa]

"You could say I'm into aquisitions." :D

:: she winks and snatches a piece of fruit from Tasha's plate ::

[Tasha McTallen]

"I see."

A slight smile appears on her face again as she picks up the last piece of fruit from her plate.

[Tirsa]

"Well, nice meeting you, but I've get to get moving again. I've got appointments to keep."

:: she leaves a coin on the table for lunch and stretches ::

[Tasha McTallen]

Standing up from the table, a smile on her face.

"I'm happy that I got a chance to meet you.

Look, I've got nothing better to do, so do you mind if I go with you?"

[Tirsa]

"You may not like where I'm going."

[Tasha McTallen]

"But then again, I may like it very much. You don't know me so you can not judge what I would or would not like. If I don't like where you're going, I'll simply leave."

[Tirsa]

"Suit yourself." she laughs, and 'shoots' Tasha with her finger and leads the way.

[Tasha McTallen]

A slight shrug and she's a step or two behind Tirsa.

[Tirsa]

:: The nebari makes a few stops on the way to the her ship, checking in on a few connections ::

[Tasha McTallen]

As they're moving about the city, she keeps a mental note on where they're going and who're they're meeting up with.

[Tirsa]

:: During the stops, Tirsa spoke in fluent rodese with her connections, but after they reached the ship, she spoke basic again ::

"Here's our ride. Drad, huh?" :D

:: She couldn't help grinning at the look on Tasha's face as they stood outside a surronian conqueror assault ship ::

[Tasha McTallen]

"Impressive"

A slight tilt of her head as she looks at the ship.

"You must have worked hard to get this ship."

[Tirsa]

:: Tirsa laughs as the ramp lowers ::

"It was a gift from the boss." :D

[Tasha McTallen]

"You got a nice boss then if you were given this."

[Tirsa]

:: She laughed again ::

"Alot of people would disagree with you."

[Tasha McTallen]

"Alot of ppl would disagree with me on alot of things. If your boss gave you this ship, then your boss is nice, at least to you anyways.

[Tirsa]

:: The nebari nods in agreement as she makes her way to the cockpit ::

[Tasha McTallen]

Silently, she follows Tirsa onto the ship and up to the cockpit.

[Tirsa]

:: she sits down legs akimbo in the pilot's seat and fires up the craft, seemlingly forgetting that Tasha was there ::

[Rodian Enforcers]

[Scene Shift to Tatooine, Jabba's Palace, shortly after the events that transpired here - http://sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=38658]

:: A full company of Chattza Rodians disembarked from a dropship and swarmed through Jabba's Palace, searching it thoroughly for targets needing removal. They would find nothing, except for the remains of the inhabitants they had been sent to eliminate. The B'omarr Monks were dead. After two more sweeps of the palace, they found no one else, and buckled down to securing the grounds. Meanwhile, Sorsha Kasajian waited in her Mos Eisley townhouse, setting up shop in the territories once owned by her late godfather ::

[Tasha McTallen]

"So, where exactly are we headed?"

[Tirsa]

:: She peeked over her shoulder ::

"Ever been to the Smuggler's moon?"

[Tasha McTallen]

"Heard of it, never been."

[Tirsa]

:: Tirsa flips a few more controls ::

"You better strap in, going into hyperdrive in 5 microts."

[Tasha McTallen]

At the instructions to buckle in, she does.

[Tirsa]

[Scene Shift - Nar Shaddaa, The Smuggler's Moon]

:: The two finally arrive in a holding pattern above Nar-Shaddaa, waiting for clearance to land. Tirsa was busy arguing over the comm in Huttese, and outside the windows, several ships, from Hutt Caravels to freighters, could be seen landing and leaving the moon ::

[Tasha McTallen]

Casually, she looks out the viewport at the traffic coming from and going to the Smugglers Moon. Definatly a place where she's never been before.

[Tirsa]

:: Tirsa breaks back into basic as she taps Tasha on the shoulder ::

"Hey, you daydreaming? We're finally cleared for landing."

[Tasha McTallen]

"Haven't daydreamed for several years."

Turning her head, she focus's on Tirsa.

"Does it always take awhile to get cleared for landing?"

[Tirsa]

"You betcha. Welcome to Hutt Space. Things around here can get a bit slimey. When we land, you need to stick with me. Things can get a little rough down there."

:: she laughed at her own understatement, and took the ship down to landing point ::

[Tasha McTallen]

"With a nickname like the Smuggler's Moon, my guess is that it can get more then a little rough down there."

[Tirsa]

:: She stared at Tasha a moment before hitting the ramp, then hopped down and out into the landing bay. She had a suspicion, and if it turned out to be right, this was the perfect place to take care of it ::

[Tasha McTallen]

Calmly, she exits the ship, still impressed by the type of ship it is.