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@LucDipearle Generally you're supposed to stick mentions in the same IC post, either at the top or bottom. That or in the OOC.
I suppose this means that the twins have an actual player to be concerned about, considering Mallius is ISB :v
Post was getting a bit long, so I decided to just post what I had when I hit the next break :v
- Unregistered waystation, Outer Rim
Very few things were consistent across the known galaxy, yet luckily for Solace cantinas were among them. She sat back in one of the corner booths, scanning her surroundings and taking stock of the other patrons. The dim light worked to the advantage of not just her, but several others in the cantina, bounty hunters and smugglers as well as other individuals of ill-repute. Places like this were comfortable to her, even more so after their run-in with the Empire a few years back. Here she could relax, have a drink and make occasional small-talk with the local scum and villainy. An unregistered station in the middle of nowhere just made it easier.
To either side of her were a pair of smugglers, regaling her with the same tales that every other one told, but she flashed her smile and played along anyways. The taller human was handsome enough, and the scar across his face hinted that he could actually back up his words. She thought for a moment if he had told her his name, admittedly tuning out most of what the two were talking about. Ah, it was Henrik. Solace didn't even have to check her datapad to know he was wanted across a dozen systems for contraband charges. The other one, a rather forward Duros who's name she didn't care about, he was a much smaller fish.
"... So I told him that if he wanted, I could go wake the Moff. For just that brief moment, the trooper's face matched his armor in color. He told me to just go about my business and not to make any more trouble, something I promptly ignored of course." Laughing softly, she adjusted herself in the booth to face Henrik a little more directly, her leather duster open to display not just the blaster pistol at her hip, but also the hex-patterned black bodysuit which clung tightly to her skin. It produced the desired effect immediately, drawing the man's attention right where she wanted. "So Henrik…" Solace purred the words, leaning forward and pursing her lips as her cybernetic eyes focused on him. "I think you offered to show me your ship, did you not?"
The Duros wisely chose that moment to give up his pursuits, seeing that there was nothing for him. Leaving Solace to her games and the privacy of the secluded booth, he began to leave the cantina for the hangar when he passed by someone with the same face and a lot more vibrant clothes. Doing a double-take, he confirmed that the woman heading to the bar looked exactly like Solace and decided for himself that he should sleep off whatever he just drank before taking the helm.
Approaching the bar with a light hum, Requiem took a seat at the counter and scanned across the holodisplays on the wall. Still wearing the cloth across her eyes, it took a moment for the overweight Trandoshan to recognize that she wasn't blind and lost.
"Miraluka far from home." He spoke in crude basic instead of his native tongue, more accustomed to having to use it when serving drinks. "This one provide alcoholic reminder?" Requiem turned her attention to him, a wide smile spreading across her lips as she nodded, placing a few credits on the counter. "Wasn't old enough to drink when I left, but mother always said the Alpheridian Syrah tasted like a summer breeze through the prairie-land south of the capital."
Grunting in acknowledgement, he set about retrieving the bottle, part of him suspect on how she knew he had it and another relieved to potentially get rid of the contraband. A moment later the dark liquid sat in a glass in front of her, and she thanked him softly as he left to service another. Requiem put the glass to her lips, taking a drink of the wine and nodding slowly as she felt her mother had been correct. It felt like a lifetime ago when the most her and her sister had to worry about was getting home before dark, a much simpler time that she longed for. Solace had embraced the changes in the galaxy, but it had always been harder for her to do the same. She just couldn't reconcile with the fact that many of the people she had known during their time in the order were gone. While it was true that a good number had gone into hiding, many more had fallen.
A slight brush against the surface thoughts of her mind let her know her sister present, and for once it was her that was lifting spirits. Requiem glanced over and almost immediately regretted it, drawing a laugh from one and confused looks from the other as she witness the lewd glances the smuggler was putting on her sister. She heard the hushed tones of an explanation, and a rather swift declined request that she didn't hear. All very strange, but she thought most of what Solace chose to do in her spare time was, and the rest were just things she had no interest in.
Resigning herself to spending a little more time on this station, she was distracted from the approach of a stranger to the bar and a little startled when he ordered his own drink and started introducing himself.
"Hello there, name's Jervis. Are you also a free trader stopping to rest?" The man offered a charming smile and for a moment she was caught off guard by him. He stood out from most of the other patrons, and not just for his clean well-kept face and clothing, but the very mannerisms in which he spoke and acted. An obvious Corellian, it didn't take more than a cursory reading of him to discover he really was a free trader, though licensed by one of the guilds. Requiem composed herself, a light blush coloring her cheeks as she turned to face him and bowed her head slightly. "H-hi, sorry you kind of surprised me. I'm-" Wait! Something cut her off before she introduced herself to him, advice from Solace on talking to people she didn't know. She couldn't just give him her name, not even her Miralukan one. Quick… Something fake but not too obvious.
"Miranda." Requiem mumbled, playing shy as she put her glass to her lips with both hands cradling it. "Miranda Lawson." Something sparked in the man's aura, inquisitive and suspicious at the same time. It was gone almost as soon as she noticed though, leaving her confused if maybe she wasn't reading him correctly, but as she probed at his surface thoughts and feelings she couldn't catch anything other than his charming curiosity. She let it go as he started talking again, telling her about his current route and what he thought to be the boring nature of shipping starship parts. Of course, as interested as she was in the discussion of other worlds and their cultures, she had to hide it and pretend to be just as bored of the same stops. Pretending like this wasn't very fun normally, but something about him made her comfortable with it and wanting to keep his attention for just a bit longe-
++Oh, he's a real looker sis. Good job.++
Her sister's telepathic encouragement cut across all her thoughts like a rancor in a coruscant high-rise. She nearly choked on the wine in her mouth, coughing and going a deep red as she turned to pout at Solace, who was staring directly at her with a look that she didn't even want to describe. It came at a cost though, as it also drew Jervis' attention to the very same booth and that strange spark came up again. "Th-that's just my sister, she threw something at me…" A poor lie, though all of hers always were. Jervis looked between the two, and slowly she saw something like recognition flare in his mind, like he had seen them before. Solace saw it before she did, the way he stood up to take a better look and how his blaster sat on his hip. "I know you…" His attention was now focused on her sister, who was reaching underneath the table to rest her hand on her own blaster.
The next fifteen seconds passed painfully slow, every movement and word drawn out like the calm before the storm. Requiem left her seat at the bar, distancing herself from the man drawing a pistol in front of her. Across the cantina a group of smugglers looked up from their pazaak game, one of them reaching for a knife. Her sister had the palm of her other hand underneath the table, already starting to flip it as two words left Jervis' mouth. Those two words ignited the tension in the cantina that always lingered in such fringe establishments, and especially when an individual such as he was present.
"Imperial Intelligence!"
Very few things were consistent across the known galaxy, yet luckily for Solace cantinas were among them. She sat back in one of the corner booths, scanning her surroundings and taking stock of the other patrons. The dim light worked to the advantage of not just her, but several others in the cantina, bounty hunters and smugglers as well as other individuals of ill-repute. Places like this were comfortable to her, even more so after their run-in with the Empire a few years back. Here she could relax, have a drink and make occasional small-talk with the local scum and villainy. An unregistered station in the middle of nowhere just made it easier.
To either side of her were a pair of smugglers, regaling her with the same tales that every other one told, but she flashed her smile and played along anyways. The taller human was handsome enough, and the scar across his face hinted that he could actually back up his words. She thought for a moment if he had told her his name, admittedly tuning out most of what the two were talking about. Ah, it was Henrik. Solace didn't even have to check her datapad to know he was wanted across a dozen systems for contraband charges. The other one, a rather forward Duros who's name she didn't care about, he was a much smaller fish.
"... So I told him that if he wanted, I could go wake the Moff. For just that brief moment, the trooper's face matched his armor in color. He told me to just go about my business and not to make any more trouble, something I promptly ignored of course." Laughing softly, she adjusted herself in the booth to face Henrik a little more directly, her leather duster open to display not just the blaster pistol at her hip, but also the hex-patterned black bodysuit which clung tightly to her skin. It produced the desired effect immediately, drawing the man's attention right where she wanted. "So Henrik…" Solace purred the words, leaning forward and pursing her lips as her cybernetic eyes focused on him. "I think you offered to show me your ship, did you not?"
The Duros wisely chose that moment to give up his pursuits, seeing that there was nothing for him. Leaving Solace to her games and the privacy of the secluded booth, he began to leave the cantina for the hangar when he passed by someone with the same face and a lot more vibrant clothes. Doing a double-take, he confirmed that the woman heading to the bar looked exactly like Solace and decided for himself that he should sleep off whatever he just drank before taking the helm.
Approaching the bar with a light hum, Requiem took a seat at the counter and scanned across the holodisplays on the wall. Still wearing the cloth across her eyes, it took a moment for the overweight Trandoshan to recognize that she wasn't blind and lost.
"Miraluka far from home." He spoke in crude basic instead of his native tongue, more accustomed to having to use it when serving drinks. "This one provide alcoholic reminder?" Requiem turned her attention to him, a wide smile spreading across her lips as she nodded, placing a few credits on the counter. "Wasn't old enough to drink when I left, but mother always said the Alpheridian Syrah tasted like a summer breeze through the prairie-land south of the capital."
Grunting in acknowledgement, he set about retrieving the bottle, part of him suspect on how she knew he had it and another relieved to potentially get rid of the contraband. A moment later the dark liquid sat in a glass in front of her, and she thanked him softly as he left to service another. Requiem put the glass to her lips, taking a drink of the wine and nodding slowly as she felt her mother had been correct. It felt like a lifetime ago when the most her and her sister had to worry about was getting home before dark, a much simpler time that she longed for. Solace had embraced the changes in the galaxy, but it had always been harder for her to do the same. She just couldn't reconcile with the fact that many of the people she had known during their time in the order were gone. While it was true that a good number had gone into hiding, many more had fallen.
A slight brush against the surface thoughts of her mind let her know her sister present, and for once it was her that was lifting spirits. Requiem glanced over and almost immediately regretted it, drawing a laugh from one and confused looks from the other as she witness the lewd glances the smuggler was putting on her sister. She heard the hushed tones of an explanation, and a rather swift declined request that she didn't hear. All very strange, but she thought most of what Solace chose to do in her spare time was, and the rest were just things she had no interest in.
Resigning herself to spending a little more time on this station, she was distracted from the approach of a stranger to the bar and a little startled when he ordered his own drink and started introducing himself.
"Hello there, name's Jervis. Are you also a free trader stopping to rest?" The man offered a charming smile and for a moment she was caught off guard by him. He stood out from most of the other patrons, and not just for his clean well-kept face and clothing, but the very mannerisms in which he spoke and acted. An obvious Corellian, it didn't take more than a cursory reading of him to discover he really was a free trader, though licensed by one of the guilds. Requiem composed herself, a light blush coloring her cheeks as she turned to face him and bowed her head slightly. "H-hi, sorry you kind of surprised me. I'm-" Wait! Something cut her off before she introduced herself to him, advice from Solace on talking to people she didn't know. She couldn't just give him her name, not even her Miralukan one. Quick… Something fake but not too obvious.
"Miranda." Requiem mumbled, playing shy as she put her glass to her lips with both hands cradling it. "Miranda Lawson." Something sparked in the man's aura, inquisitive and suspicious at the same time. It was gone almost as soon as she noticed though, leaving her confused if maybe she wasn't reading him correctly, but as she probed at his surface thoughts and feelings she couldn't catch anything other than his charming curiosity. She let it go as he started talking again, telling her about his current route and what he thought to be the boring nature of shipping starship parts. Of course, as interested as she was in the discussion of other worlds and their cultures, she had to hide it and pretend to be just as bored of the same stops. Pretending like this wasn't very fun normally, but something about him made her comfortable with it and wanting to keep his attention for just a bit longe-
++Oh, he's a real looker sis. Good job.++
Her sister's telepathic encouragement cut across all her thoughts like a rancor in a coruscant high-rise. She nearly choked on the wine in her mouth, coughing and going a deep red as she turned to pout at Solace, who was staring directly at her with a look that she didn't even want to describe. It came at a cost though, as it also drew Jervis' attention to the very same booth and that strange spark came up again. "Th-that's just my sister, she threw something at me…" A poor lie, though all of hers always were. Jervis looked between the two, and slowly she saw something like recognition flare in his mind, like he had seen them before. Solace saw it before she did, the way he stood up to take a better look and how his blaster sat on his hip. "I know you…" His attention was now focused on her sister, who was reaching underneath the table to rest her hand on her own blaster.
The next fifteen seconds passed painfully slow, every movement and word drawn out like the calm before the storm. Requiem left her seat at the bar, distancing herself from the man drawing a pistol in front of her. Across the cantina a group of smugglers looked up from their pazaak game, one of them reaching for a knife. Her sister had the palm of her other hand underneath the table, already starting to flip it as two words left Jervis' mouth. Those two words ignited the tension in the cantina that always lingered in such fringe establishments, and especially when an individual such as he was present.
"Imperial Intelligence!"
As things calmed in the square and its surrounding perimeter, Genevieve took a moment to take stock of everything with a bit more clarity. Her own role in the defense of the grounds was now greatly diminished thanks to an empty magazine, and as she hadn't expected this much trouble, she had left her spare at home. It was a particularly foolish decision that she was already chiding herself on. If it wasn't for Blaine's quick reflexes, she might have been injured or worse. That however, raised other concerns. For the last few days she had been working to keep very clear dividers in her life between what she wanted secret, and what she allowed others to know. Assuming Blaine knew anything of the supernatural, then there would be some pretty strong signs that she was a hunter.
It didn't matter that she didn't associate with a lodge, or that her family weren't hunters, normal people generally regarded her kind as strange and on the level with conspiracy theorists. At least, the more open ones put out that image. Watching and making sure that they were now fully in the clear, Genevieve holstered her pistol, thumb brushing over the handle of her combat knife resting in its own. "Thank you for the save." Coming up to Blaine's side, she glanced over the woman to see if there were any injuries, though it was a pointless endeavor since her first-aid skills were less than adequate. Once more, her tone was a bit awkward, though this time it was more for the fact that it was rare for her to be in someone else's debt like this.
"I'm sure you caught on already, but those weren't normal wolves. Not by far." Maybe she wouldn't think she was crazy if she just went and told it like it was, though considering what they just went through it wouldn't be a hard sell. "Werewolves." Genevieve almost spat the word, her lip curling in distaste. "Most likely ferals, though I wouldn't be surprised if the Salem pack was involved somehow. To think these creatures were once human." Her bias against them was showing now, her stance more rigid and on guard as she glared at the fallen outside the square. The few wounded ones were simply laying in the street, unable to move beyond weakly scrabbling at the pavement to try and limp away. Such was the power of silver.
"Unfortunately I left my spare mag at home, so I don't think it would be wise to head back out." More gunshots sounded off around the square, joined by sirens and fresh shouting as it seemed the local lodges had decided to get involved. "Looks like the other Hunters decided to do their duty, means we can take a moment to see about helping the wounded in the square. What do you think, Blaine?"
@AnnaBeth Probably working on my second part over the weekend, though do have a post for another RP I'm needing to make lol.
@Apollosarcher Requiem would know of him for sure, and he would probably remember her as well. She's always been a bit of a social butterfly, so would have easily made connections with her fellow younglings, padawans and Jedi in general. Solace probably not as much, unless they had a run-in during sparring sessions, and even then only if he was skilled enough to put her on her back :v
Thought it best to post up what I had, and continue working on their exit from the station with my next post. After that they'll be on their way to Jedha.
- Unregistered waystation, Outer Rim
The constant patter of blaster fire rained down against the durasteel of crates and hull, mere debris earlier and now life-saving cover. On either side of the hallway two women of remarkable similarity sheltered behind it, one grimly checking the readout on her blaster pistol, seemingly unconcerned with the sheer volume of fire. The other was just a little more concerned, holding her hands over her lilac-hued hair and sitting in a tight ball, the occasional whimper sounding from her corner. Staring across, the more resolute of the two sighed and sent over a telepathic signal across their shared force-bond.
++Sena, stop crying.++
Her sister's panic was clear, even without that connection, as she had only seen actual combat once. That was a subject they tried their best to avoid, though it seemed always eager to find them. A gentle warmth against her back and the acrid stench of scorched durasteel emphasized that their cover was quite temporary, though where they could go from there was incredibly limited. One end of the hallway was blocked by the dozen-man squad of stormtroopers actively trying to kill them both, and the other was the bulkhead door to the hangar. So close, yet so far away.
Requiem spoke out at that moment, calling back to the troopers in yet another vain attempt to persuade them against their current course of action. "I-if you guys would b-be so kind as to please stop shooting at us, that would be greatly appreciated!" The obvious response followed, an increase in the hail of blaster-fire against her side of the hallway, more than a few whizzing past and striking the bulkhead door. Her sister cried out, pulling tighter against herself and trying to put as much of the barrier between her and their assailants. If only she could shake herself free of this panic, then she could use her force-abilities to at least distract the troopers, if not take down a few. At the moment though, that was easier said than done.
Solace grimly rubbed a pair of fingers at the corner of her right eye-socket, it sitting empty of the cybernetic that normally occupied it. She wondered which would be worse, actually surviving this and having to shell out the credits to get a new one, or dying in a nameless space station in the middle of nowhere. Those eyes were pretty expensive… At least she had a spare pair in the ship, but that still meant getting to it. Oh well, better to go down in a blaze of glory than unremembered...
- Three hours earlier…
The Absolution drifted lazily towards the dock, maneuvering thrusters firing to gently coax its bulk into the hangar. A few of the mechanics looked up, some making signs of warding as they saw the pock-marked hull and stark gunmetal grey color. Sure, she had been beat up a bit in her long life, but the ship was reliable and had gotten her owners far in the short time they had been together. With an agonizing wheeze, the ship set down on its landing gear, everyone jumping slightly as it shifted a bit and looked dangerously close to hitting the deck. From the cockpit Solace looked over the controls, her force-sight easily interpreting not just the read-outs but also the environment around them and what the sensors didn't say.
"Do you have the list?" She called back, though she didn't have to turn around to see that her sister wasn't there. A sigh followed, and she gently tapped into the force to determine where she had gone via their shared link. It was sometimes an inconvenience, especially when her sister was in one of her moods, and she knew that often enough her own emotions transferring over weren't entirely appreciated. Yet neither sister could imagine what they would do without the other, and that bond let them always have a connection, regardless of where they were.
It had taken only a moment, but Solace found her, right where she had expected. This was a relatively out of the way station, the coordinates shared between Free Traders and Bounty Hunters. As such, it was unregistered with the Empire, and didn't see too many of their kind. That meant that it was safe for Requiem to follow along, as she rarely disguised her heritage as she did. Sometimes she felt like the elder sister, always looking out for the younger and more innocent one, but as they were twins, that didn't quite hold.
++When you're done, make sure to put down hydraulics for the landing gear on our list.++
Another benefit of sharing a bond through the force, she didn't have to shout across the ship at her sister. All she had to do was strengthen the link enough for her thoughts to transfer, allowing them to telepathically communicate. It had been weird when they first learned of it years ago, and very awkward for her more pure sister on those rare occasions, but with some control they learned not to overshare.
++Okay Verra, I'll put it down. Oh, can we pick up some more of those fruit things?++
++You mean the melons we got from that smuggler? Those were pretty expensive Sena…++
++Ye, but they were pretty nice…++
++... Fine, I'll see if one of the traders on station has any. Just make sure you get those parts!++
++Of course! You're the best Verra!++
Solace grumbled, getting up from the pilot's seat once she had acquired clearance to disembark from the dockmaster. Regardless of being out in the middle of nowhere, she still didn't like to linger, and would have rather made this an in and out trip. Yet once again, her sister had convinced her to let her stretch her legs a bit and get off the ship. It wasn't exactly what she preferred, in that Requiem really wanted to be out with her when they stopped at each planet, but it was for her protection. She didn't seem to understand that the galaxy was a different place now, and that their people were not welcome in many areas due to their affiliation with the force and the Empire. That one stung a little more than it should, the thought of other Miraluka out there willingly working with the Imps.
She shook those thoughts from her mind and focused, this was a rare chance to relax a little bit, and if her sister was going to take that opportunity, then so was she.
Sights and sounds surrounded her at every turn, the bright flash of signs detailing wares from the menial to the illicit and everything in between, as well as the calls of merchants seeking a sale from their fellow traders. It was a peculiarity among its kind, a waystation between trade hubs, but one that did its best to stay under the radar. As such it was a haven for smugglers and bounty-hunters, with facilities eager to service on the downlow. For one such as Requiem though, it was all the more amazing, as she experienced so little of the galaxy since they had gone on the run. Each face that turned to meet hers found a smile spread from ear to ear, the woman greeting nearly everyone on her little journey to collect supplies. She was a curiosity even before her boundless enthusiasm made itself present, as her eyes were covered by a tightly bound cloth, the emptiness of the sockets quite evident.
Not too many of her kind made their way beyond their home, especially with the Empire in control now. It was a bit of a double-edge sword in that respect, as it meant that most simply assumed her a blind human, but those who did recognize her species for what it was, did their best to refrain from associating. She didn't mind them, and understood why they did what they did. The Empire was pretty scary, and she didn't want to get them in trouble just for talking to her. So she simply smiled and waved as she passed, drawing confused looks all the way.
Most of the supplies they needed were for the ship itself, their home among the stars, and she had them taken to the mechanics there to undergo installation. Other things such as foodstuffs and home items were crated up and sent to the hangar. Solace would probably put them away in the cargo hold, she was fairly strong so she didn't worry too much about it. If she needed help, then all she needed to do was call, she was always around to answer. Speaking of which, Requiem had just taken care of the last item on their list, plus the assorted clothes she found, a couple ornaments for her room, and a perfume for herself as well.
++Verra~ I got the list of the list, it's all in the hangar!++
++Understood, I'll take care of it and meet you in the cantina.++
She truly felt her sister was the best, always doing most of the work in taking care of them. A thought came to get her something nice while they were there, but a glance into the small purse at her hip showed little in the way of credits left. Perhaps she should have been a little more reserved in her personal spending… Oh well, it was done now. Besides, she really liked the colors on that jacket. Not worrying too much more over it, the idea was gone the moment she turned around to get her bearings again. She brought a hand up to brush her lilac dyed hair out of her face, though it was a pointless gesture since she saw through the force. The station's layout slowly formed in her mind, a path showing from her current location to the small bar in the central areas. With a smile on her lips, the young woman was on her way again.
The constant patter of blaster fire rained down against the durasteel of crates and hull, mere debris earlier and now life-saving cover. On either side of the hallway two women of remarkable similarity sheltered behind it, one grimly checking the readout on her blaster pistol, seemingly unconcerned with the sheer volume of fire. The other was just a little more concerned, holding her hands over her lilac-hued hair and sitting in a tight ball, the occasional whimper sounding from her corner. Staring across, the more resolute of the two sighed and sent over a telepathic signal across their shared force-bond.
++Sena, stop crying.++
Her sister's panic was clear, even without that connection, as she had only seen actual combat once. That was a subject they tried their best to avoid, though it seemed always eager to find them. A gentle warmth against her back and the acrid stench of scorched durasteel emphasized that their cover was quite temporary, though where they could go from there was incredibly limited. One end of the hallway was blocked by the dozen-man squad of stormtroopers actively trying to kill them both, and the other was the bulkhead door to the hangar. So close, yet so far away.
Requiem spoke out at that moment, calling back to the troopers in yet another vain attempt to persuade them against their current course of action. "I-if you guys would b-be so kind as to please stop shooting at us, that would be greatly appreciated!" The obvious response followed, an increase in the hail of blaster-fire against her side of the hallway, more than a few whizzing past and striking the bulkhead door. Her sister cried out, pulling tighter against herself and trying to put as much of the barrier between her and their assailants. If only she could shake herself free of this panic, then she could use her force-abilities to at least distract the troopers, if not take down a few. At the moment though, that was easier said than done.
Solace grimly rubbed a pair of fingers at the corner of her right eye-socket, it sitting empty of the cybernetic that normally occupied it. She wondered which would be worse, actually surviving this and having to shell out the credits to get a new one, or dying in a nameless space station in the middle of nowhere. Those eyes were pretty expensive… At least she had a spare pair in the ship, but that still meant getting to it. Oh well, better to go down in a blaze of glory than unremembered...
- Three hours earlier…
The Absolution drifted lazily towards the dock, maneuvering thrusters firing to gently coax its bulk into the hangar. A few of the mechanics looked up, some making signs of warding as they saw the pock-marked hull and stark gunmetal grey color. Sure, she had been beat up a bit in her long life, but the ship was reliable and had gotten her owners far in the short time they had been together. With an agonizing wheeze, the ship set down on its landing gear, everyone jumping slightly as it shifted a bit and looked dangerously close to hitting the deck. From the cockpit Solace looked over the controls, her force-sight easily interpreting not just the read-outs but also the environment around them and what the sensors didn't say.
"Do you have the list?" She called back, though she didn't have to turn around to see that her sister wasn't there. A sigh followed, and she gently tapped into the force to determine where she had gone via their shared link. It was sometimes an inconvenience, especially when her sister was in one of her moods, and she knew that often enough her own emotions transferring over weren't entirely appreciated. Yet neither sister could imagine what they would do without the other, and that bond let them always have a connection, regardless of where they were.
It had taken only a moment, but Solace found her, right where she had expected. This was a relatively out of the way station, the coordinates shared between Free Traders and Bounty Hunters. As such, it was unregistered with the Empire, and didn't see too many of their kind. That meant that it was safe for Requiem to follow along, as she rarely disguised her heritage as she did. Sometimes she felt like the elder sister, always looking out for the younger and more innocent one, but as they were twins, that didn't quite hold.
++When you're done, make sure to put down hydraulics for the landing gear on our list.++
Another benefit of sharing a bond through the force, she didn't have to shout across the ship at her sister. All she had to do was strengthen the link enough for her thoughts to transfer, allowing them to telepathically communicate. It had been weird when they first learned of it years ago, and very awkward for her more pure sister on those rare occasions, but with some control they learned not to overshare.
++Okay Verra, I'll put it down. Oh, can we pick up some more of those fruit things?++
++You mean the melons we got from that smuggler? Those were pretty expensive Sena…++
++Ye, but they were pretty nice…++
++... Fine, I'll see if one of the traders on station has any. Just make sure you get those parts!++
++Of course! You're the best Verra!++
Solace grumbled, getting up from the pilot's seat once she had acquired clearance to disembark from the dockmaster. Regardless of being out in the middle of nowhere, she still didn't like to linger, and would have rather made this an in and out trip. Yet once again, her sister had convinced her to let her stretch her legs a bit and get off the ship. It wasn't exactly what she preferred, in that Requiem really wanted to be out with her when they stopped at each planet, but it was for her protection. She didn't seem to understand that the galaxy was a different place now, and that their people were not welcome in many areas due to their affiliation with the force and the Empire. That one stung a little more than it should, the thought of other Miraluka out there willingly working with the Imps.
She shook those thoughts from her mind and focused, this was a rare chance to relax a little bit, and if her sister was going to take that opportunity, then so was she.
Sights and sounds surrounded her at every turn, the bright flash of signs detailing wares from the menial to the illicit and everything in between, as well as the calls of merchants seeking a sale from their fellow traders. It was a peculiarity among its kind, a waystation between trade hubs, but one that did its best to stay under the radar. As such it was a haven for smugglers and bounty-hunters, with facilities eager to service on the downlow. For one such as Requiem though, it was all the more amazing, as she experienced so little of the galaxy since they had gone on the run. Each face that turned to meet hers found a smile spread from ear to ear, the woman greeting nearly everyone on her little journey to collect supplies. She was a curiosity even before her boundless enthusiasm made itself present, as her eyes were covered by a tightly bound cloth, the emptiness of the sockets quite evident.
Not too many of her kind made their way beyond their home, especially with the Empire in control now. It was a bit of a double-edge sword in that respect, as it meant that most simply assumed her a blind human, but those who did recognize her species for what it was, did their best to refrain from associating. She didn't mind them, and understood why they did what they did. The Empire was pretty scary, and she didn't want to get them in trouble just for talking to her. So she simply smiled and waved as she passed, drawing confused looks all the way.
Most of the supplies they needed were for the ship itself, their home among the stars, and she had them taken to the mechanics there to undergo installation. Other things such as foodstuffs and home items were crated up and sent to the hangar. Solace would probably put them away in the cargo hold, she was fairly strong so she didn't worry too much about it. If she needed help, then all she needed to do was call, she was always around to answer. Speaking of which, Requiem had just taken care of the last item on their list, plus the assorted clothes she found, a couple ornaments for her room, and a perfume for herself as well.
++Verra~ I got the list of the list, it's all in the hangar!++
++Understood, I'll take care of it and meet you in the cantina.++
She truly felt her sister was the best, always doing most of the work in taking care of them. A thought came to get her something nice while they were there, but a glance into the small purse at her hip showed little in the way of credits left. Perhaps she should have been a little more reserved in her personal spending… Oh well, it was done now. Besides, she really liked the colors on that jacket. Not worrying too much more over it, the idea was gone the moment she turned around to get her bearings again. She brought a hand up to brush her lilac dyed hair out of her face, though it was a pointless gesture since she saw through the force. The station's layout slowly formed in her mind, a path showing from her current location to the small bar in the central areas. With a smile on her lips, the young woman was on her way again.
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