First voyage away from Dagobah

[Jubei SaDherat Vader]

(Jubei boards the sleek looking Jedi craft, along with several of his Jedi mentors. In a few moments, the craft blasts off, heading high into orbit, and then begins to leave the Dagobah system itself. Once things get settled in, Jubei walks around in the crew section. Eventually, Jubei finds the Hazzards, Sage and Fire.)

Jubei: Where are we to travel today, honored Jedi?

Sage: Today we are traveling to Tattooine. The trip in itself is routine, but be careful. As you've no doubt heard, Tattooine is a rough place. There are a lot of dangerous influences there, so stay close, and don't worry, everything will be fine.

Jubei: It will be an honor to participate, and to learn how the Jedi use their great wisdom to the galaxy's benefit.

Fire: Just stick with us, and you'll be fine. Remember, this is a good learning opportunity, but it could be dangerous here.

Jubei: I will not do anything to endanger the mission or you.

Fire: We're not worried about that, Jubei, although your concern is appreciated.

Jubei: Do you think people will react badly to me?

Fire: Some people are cruel at heart and must torment those they do not understand.

Jubei: That is a truth of the Universe. I empathize with those who may unintentionally dislike me.

Fire: You are a very forgiving person, Jubei. I wish I knew how you managed that.

Jubei: Those that wish for peace and balance must be the first to forgive trespasses.

Sage: Indeed....indeed.

(After a few hours, the ship comes out of hyperdrive in the Tattooine system. A few minutes later, the craft touches down in Mos Espa. A gangplank lowers to the ground, and the two Jedi, and their strange student depart, heading toward the motley city)

[Jubei SaDherat Vader]

OOC: This is open. Anyone can participate.

[Fire Hazzard]

:: Looking around at the odd creatures, Fire is glad she wore a reguler moisture farmer girl's outfit instead her usual Jedi attire. She realizes that would've attracted to much attention. :: Let's go to a cantina. I think we should observe a little of what goes on around here. I've learned all about this place, but never actually been here. Sage, however, has. It's probably the last place he wants to be. :: Feels unusually jumpy and curious, which is not a good thing for a Jedi. She senses something-a presense in the Force...but she ignores it for the time being ::

[Jubei SaDherat Vader]

(Jubei walks with Fire and Sage, taking in all of the sights. Unlike Sage and Fire, who changed clothes to mimic the residents of Tattooine, Jubei still wears his flowing white robe. Onlookers cast curious glances at him when he passes.)

Jubei: A cantina, yes that would be a good place to go.

[Sage Hazzard]

::Sage walks closely to Jubei. He looks at his clothes for a moment, a White robe? Not very casual he thinks.... Sage thinks of his attire, it's the first time he's worn it in wuite some time. He wears a white shirt, black pants, and a gold flight jacket::

Sage:I'm a sorry to tell you friend, but you stick out like a sore thumb.

Jubei:Is this not suitable attire?

Sage:Nevermind....

::Sage points to a local Cantina::

Sage:Lets head there. The owner owes me a favor from aways back. I'm sure he'll point us towards what we seek.... If we have ample cash that is....

[Jubei SaDherat Vader]

(Jubei begins to search in his belt for his money pouch, but realizes that he spent all the money he had to travel to Dagobah in the first place.)

Jubei: Sage, I forgot. I do not have any money.

(As they walk, a Jawa bumps into Jubei's leg. Jubei stops, and kneels down to the startled and angry Jawa.)

Jubei: My apologies, friend...I did not see you coming. Let me help you to your feet.

(The Jawa kicks at Jubei, and stands up, waving his tiny fists in the air)

Jawa: (Obviously mad) UTINI!!!

(The Jawa scampers off. Jubei smiles in a funny way, and the three continue on their journey)

[Jubei SaDherat Vader]

Jubei: I know, I will ask some people here if they would be charitable enough to spare us some money.

(Jubei walks up to a gruff man who is cleaning a landspeeder)

Jubei: Hello good sir.

Tenik: Whaddyou want?

Jubei: I am a Monk of the Calan Order of Universal Balance, on a pilgrima...

Tenik: Ah...BEAT IT! You religious freaks get worse every year! I don't have any money to give you.

(Tenik gets up and tosses a dirty oily rag at Jubei)

Jubei: My apologies, sir. Perhaps I may be able to assist you in your work, then? He who toils for the good of his fellow man nourishes a hundred kindred souls.

(Tenik sneers and rolls his eyes)

Tenik: If I needed any damn work, I would post a sign asking for it, and I sure as hell wouldn't hire no bald-headed clown wearing a bedsheet! Now, please, oh wise one, get the hell outta my way before I call the authorities.

(Tenik storms away from Jubei, leaving the monk to ponder)

Jubei: May your heart listen to the rhythms of the universe in time!

(Tenek still storming away)

Tenek: stupid tourists...

[Jubei SaDherat Vader]

(Jubei walks back and forth, seeking assistance from the Tattooine commoners, but only receiving rude rebukes to his kindness. Finally, Jubei walks back to Sage and Fire)

Jubei: The people here all seem to be quite busy with their troubles at hand, and have nothing to spare us. Perhaps their hearts will drink from the cup of generosity some other time. I will go to pray, and intercede on their behalf.

(Jubei walks next to a building, and spreads out a small cloth mat, which he proceeds to kneel on. He breathes in deeply, closing his eyes, and breathes out in a low hum. Suddenly, he begins making looping symbols with his hands, and at the same time, melodiously singing a tantric chant in a language that neither Fire, Sage, or any bystander can understand. Jubei's tongue dances on the delicate words, creating a prayer of beautiful rhythm and sound. One pedestrian strolls past, hears Jubei's musical prayer, and taking him for yet another street-musician, drops a credit chip onto Jubei's prayer mat.)

[Fire Hazzard]

*sigh* Jubei...Jubei? You weant away so fast, I didn't have a chance to tell you. I have money that will do us good. :: A few minutes later, they are walking towards a cantina, and Fire turns her head to look at Jubei :: I admire the way you handle conflicts, and your respect for all things living. You have an inner calm....something I've never experience. I forsee you will become a great Jedi Knight.

[Jubei SaDherat Vader]

(Jubei smiles at Fire)

Jubei: It makes me happy to be held in such high regard so early. The more I travel with you, the more I am convinced that both you and I are guardians over the same sacred dominion. Should the time come for me to become a Jedi, it would be a true honor to stand with people of such pure hearts.

[Multova the Hutt]

OOC: Is this an open RP?

[Jubei SaDherat Vader]

OOC: yes it is.

[Sage Hazzard]

OOC:Yes it is. But I would appreciate if any one participating to please not disturb the story and alter it to your likeing. Example, if we are in a bar, don't just walk up to us and start a fight or something like that.

IC:The three enter the dark and damp Cantina. The smell of smoke and liquor fills the air::

Sage:Fire, Jubei, keep a careful eye on your belongings. There are pick pockets in this place that could take the shirt off your back and you not feel a thing.

::Fire rummages through her pockets::

Fire:Here Sage, you can use my money....

Sage:NO!

::The dozens of patrons turn to look at Sage's direction::

Sage:Sorry about that.

::The patrons go back to their own buisness. Sage leans in close to Fire and Jubei so no one can overhear::

Sage:Listen, don't take your money out in plain veiw in this place, what did I just say about pick pockets?

Fire:Oh....

Sage:Listen, we might not have to use money. I have a card I haven't played in a while, it's time to play it.

::Sage motions for the three to sit at the bar. They walk across the way, all the time the patrons give them curious stares. They find three bar stools at the bar counter. The Bartender walks over to them::

Bartender:What'll it be?

Sage:I want to see Krios.

Bartender:I don't know nobody by dat name.

Sage:The crow flies on the west, but the spearow flies in the east.

Bartender:But how will the spearow cross the ocean?

Sage:He follows the money.

::The Bartender gives a look at the three::

Bartender:...... Follow me.

::The Bartender hits a button behind the counter, a small opening in the floor opens up behind the counter. Sage, Fire, and Jubei go behind the counter. The Bartender motions for the three to follow him, he then starts down the now open steps into the basement. Sage, Fire, and Jebei follow him::

EDIT:Inserted some html for effect, fixed out of placed smileys....

[Multova the Hutt]

{Obo Tenoba hovers backward into a nearby crowd, his entourage of Gammorhean guards and Malisterian henchmen following suit. After overhearing the conversation between the white-robed stranger and one of his companions, he decided to contact Multova. His cylindrical life support tank bubbled as a compartment in the life support unit opened and a mechanical arm emerged with a spherical device on the end of it. The arm folded up in front of the tank, stopping in front of Tenoba's face; the sphere split open and a lens emerged, projecting an image of Multova the Hutt onto the glass of the tank.}

"My Master, I have news." Tenoba said in his menacing, steely voice.

"Hata masi? Jin ne chubayay ki meesa?" Multova replied. translation: What is it? Did you deliver the message?

"No, my lord, but there is news that may interest you. I overheard a conversation between an apparent offworlder and his companions. During the conversation, there was mention of the Jedi."

{The video feed of Multova flickered.}

"A bune Jedi?" Multova said. translation: Are they Jedi?

"No way of knowing for sure, master, but they may have connections to the Jedi at the very least. If this is so, they may be able to provide us with information as to the whereabouts of our escaped slave."

"Nini Viktrad, eh? Duna vasa he da." Multova said. translation: Little Viktrad, eh? Keep an eye on them.

"Understood, my lord." The video feed cut off, and the projection device folded up and retracted back into Tenoba's mobile life support unit. Tenoba turned to a Malisterian in his entourage. "I want you to follow them, but try to stay inconspicuous. Keep back a reasonable distance. Set your communicator to frequency 171.48, and report anything out of the ordinary to me. If you think you might lose them, or if they board any kind of vehicle, try to tag them with a transmitter. DO NOT LOSE THEM. Am I understood?"

"Ye de." the Malisterian replied.

"Good."

{Obo Tenoba turned around, and hovered off to complete the errand which had been appointed to him. His entourage followed. The Malisterian set his communicator to the proper frequency and began to tail the three strangers.}

[Multova the Hutt]

{Gizu, the Malisterian henchmen, followed the three strangers into the cantina. Upon entering, he saw them by the bar; one of them was speaking with the bartender. Gizu watched from a distance, until he saw the bartender bring them behind the bar. Gizu tried to run over to the bar quickly to see where they were going, but ran into a rather large and angry Wookie. The Wookie growled in anger, and Gizu raised his hands apologetically and begged the wookie's forgiveness. He backed away slowly and turned back toward the bar. To his surprise, the strangers were gone. He ran over to where he last saw them, hoisted himself up on the edge of the bar and leaned over to see behind the bar. He had gotten there just in time to see a compartment in the floor closing. He grunted in anger. Gizu felt a hand on his shoulder as another bartender shoved him back away from the bar.}

"What are you doing? Get away from there!"

{Gizu apologized and sat in a nearby stool. He ordered a drink and waited for his quarry to emerge from the secret hatch.}

[Ibran]

Dusty. Tatooine was always dusty. Some days, the air could choke you, and some days, you could barely see. Some days, like today, it wasn't so bad. The only dust that was there was what you kicked up with your feet.

Ibran Crissean had come to Tatooine on somebody's behalf- regrettably a criminal's. Or perhaps not so regrettably under the circumstances.

Perhaps, he should just accept that person's nature. Maybe he was being foolish and prideful. Maybe there was a use for smugglers and black market dealers after all.

As the dusty street crunched beneath his nerf-hide boots, Ibran wondered why Tatooine had always made him feel calm. He felt calm most often among nature, and for barren, dangerous Tatooine to give him that effect was surprising.

Perhaps the barrenness was its own kind of nature. Perhaps that related to his other problem.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, skrat! Ibran paused in the midst of stepping around a corner. An alien, Gizu by name, that Ibran knew of by repute had just entered the cantina ahead of him.

Hopefully, the alien Gizu wouldn't recognize Ibran since the two had never met, especially since Ibran was dressed in the homespun clothing of a moisture farmer today specifically to blend in.

Ibran paused and extended his senses. Although he had a decent grasp of how to detect people he knew, he had a much more difficult time identifying types of people out of a crowd. The hard-edged thoughts that gave Gizu away were typical of a criminal, but there were so many of them on Tatooine that he couldn't tell if there was anyone working with Gizu or not.

Ibran's lack of experience with the Force left him only one option: follow the alien and see what he was up to. He gave himself a count of twenty, then entered the cantina.

The place was a typical rathole. Ibran sighed and took a seat. If nothing else, he'd be right at home among criminals.

[Sage Hazzard]

::Sage and his companions walk down the dark and dusty cooridor. Cob webs scatter about the narrow hall. The Bartender, who's name is Iveen he learned after asking, walks about 20 feet ahead of them. Suddenly, near the end of the hall Iveen turns around::

Iveen:Wait here.

Sage:Certainly.....

::Iveen continues down the hall and enters a large room. Sage sees down the hall into the room, it's lighted only by torches laying the hall. He remembers it very well, it's the secret room of Krios, a chamber where he rests and makes deals with the local criminals such as himself.

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::Iveen entered the chamber of Krios and felt his stomach ache as he remembered Krios' angered state when he brought people down unexpected before. He looked at Krios' feet instead of his head, too afraid to look the extremly large man in the eye. Krios sat at a large wooden table, a few of his partners in a heated gambling game::

Iveen:My lord, there are some individuals wishing to speak to you.

Krios:What?! You dare bring strangers down here?!

Iveen:But sir, this man new the secret code.... Well, actually it was the code we discarded a year ago. I thought you might need to speak to him.....

Krios:Hazzard.....

Iveen:Pardon?

::Sage stands in the entre way::

Sage:Krios, I believe you owe me a favor?

::Iveen, startled by the voice spins around quickly::

Iveen:I told you...

::Sage ignores Iveen and walks up to the table, motioning for Fire and Jubei to follow. They soon all stand at the table::

Sage:Have you forgotten me saving your life, Krios? Or has your memory forgotten the words you spoke. I believe you said..... "I am forever in your debt". Do you remember this Krios?

Krios:Yes..... I do..... Sit down.

Sage:I rather stand for the moment. I don't plan on staying.

Krios:Very well..... Iveen, leave us!

Iveen:Yes sir!

::Iveen, seemingly pleased, quickly runs out of the room and back to his job::

Krios:What is you want, Hazzard?

Sage:I believe you should listen to my companion. For he is the reason I have some in the first place.

::Jubei steps up to the table::

Krios:Is he another of you Jedi kind?!

Sage:You'll have to ask him that.

Krios:Stupid Jedi, more trouble then they're worth....

[Multova the Hutt]

{As Gizu sat drinking some Correllian Ale, the compartment in the floor opened again. Gizu jumped to his feet and looked over the bar, only to find the bartender returning alone. This made him nervous. Had the three offworlders detected his presence? He didn't think that was likely, but he'd better be safe. He couldn't risk losing his target if they left out of a back door. Gizu looked down in his side pack, where he had a couple of miniature watcher drones. He got up and started making his way out of the bar, and halfway to the entrance he nearly tripped over the leg of a young human who appeared to be a moisture farmer. Gizu waved his fist angrily at the human, who seemed somewhat startled at the sight of him. He grunted a rude comment at the human in his native tongue, "Tay din! Taka Yayah!", and continued on his way. Gizu exited and headed for a nearby alleyway, and soon located the cantina's back door. He pulled a watcher drone and his control pad from his pack. Upon activating the drone, it began to hover in front of him. Using the control pad, he set the drone to climb twelve feet over the ground, and pointed its sensor toward the door. Gizu stood by the door to determine if the drone would be easily noticed by anyone exiting the building. He figured the drone was relatively inconspicuous, and headed back to the cantina. If anyone exited the back door, then the control pad would beep and show what was happening on a small screen on the pad. Gizu re-entered the cantina and went back to his spot at the bar, near the secret door.}

{Gizu took out his communicator and contacted Obo Tenoba}

"What is it?" Tenoba said.

"Offworlders go down secret room in cantina. I no can follow." Gizu replied in broken english.

"If you've lost them already, I'll have you fed to the Sarlacc."

"No, no! I got back door covered with watcher drone. They no sneak by me!" Gizu said.

"They'd better not... for your sake. Contact me again when you have them in sight."

{The transmission ended, and Gizu ordered another drink. He watched both the secret door behind the bar and the viewscreen of the drone control pad attentively.}

[Fire Hazzard]

*stays silent, taking in every word, knowing that she will have to ask Sage about all this later*

[Sage Hazzard]

::Sage looks at Fire and notices a uncertainty in her face about what has been said. He leans in close to speak with her::

Sage:All will be answered in time my sister....

Fire:I sure hope so.

::Sage goes back to listening to the conversation between Jubei and Krios::

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::Chewnakka crouches in a small compartment in the floor, recently opened by him. He's been tinkering with the hyper drive for months, trying to make it run to higher speeds. He thinks for a moment of his companions.....::

Chewnakka:What's taking them so long?..... Sage mentioned asking Krios for information, which means trouble will ensue...... Nah, Sage would comm me if he needed me.

::Chewnakka gives a assuring look to the commlink that hangs from his belt, it's flipped to "off"::

Chewnakka:Oh crap...

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::As Chewnakka closes up the ship's cargo door he continues into town. He know's where to go, the "Krios Cantina". Krios always was a self promoting bag of wind. As Chewnakka walks through the streets he recieves the normal curios looks when one is a Wookie of his size. Especially the fact he carries a shotgun around his shoulder, and seemingly endless amounts of ammo around his other shoulder::

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[Multova the Hutt]

TTT