Feen chuckled slightly. "Smooth", she murmured to no one in particular.
After watching the Sephi leave (or perhaps storm out would be the more accurate term), she turned to her new friend. "You know, I never did get your name when we were talking on the comm earlier. I'm Feen'bonduna, but most just call me Feen. And you are...?"
This "faculty lot" you speak of sounds like a place of great power...Liana's Den
"Melbar, at your service," the Herglic said to Feen, taking a bow. "Sorry about that. I didn't know she was a hooker - the nerve of some people, am I right?" He chuckled awkwardly. "So let's go get some drinks at the bar, and you can tell me the story of how you got here and what happened to Vania."
[Dorian's Den]
Kyla walked up behind Uziel and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned to face her, she thrust the melon into his grasp, whether he wanted it or not. "Happy Life Day, or something." She said, flatly, with a small smirk on her lips. "That cost me five whole credits, so make sure you use it wisely."
She moved next to him and leaned against the bar. "Anyway, I have to bribe you to get you to reconsider a rampage through the slums?" She shook her head. "Somehow, I'm not really surprised... I just hope you know what you're doing. If you're looking for a fight, I can't really help you, but if you're just looking for some quick credits, I might have some ideas for easier ways to get some." She paused. "Most of them probably wouldn't involve violence, though." She shrugged.
Not entirely dead.Uziel was glad for his opaque visor; he didn't have to hide the disappointment that spread across his face. "Oh, uh, thanks," he said as he placed the melon on the bar. He didn't really know what he was expecting Kyla to give him. Certainly not this.
"I rarely know what I'm doing; living in the moment is a Sith virtue, after all. But yeah, violence is sort of the draw," he explained.
He didn't want to annoy Kyla, "But that can wait. You and that eerie Jedi, Whatshisname, were having some words outside the ship, I noticed."
Flesh is a design flaw.Viljor's
Rakko looked and looked but he couldn't find that Force-damned torch anywhere.
"Come on! You must know somebody who might want to steal. Any small time thieves or other rivals?" Rakko asked Viljor, trying to get a straight answer. He also sent out his location and situation via comlink to the other members of his team, hoping one of them could break away for a bit and help him out.
[Dorian's Den]
I rarely know what I'm doing; living in the moment is a Sith virtue, after all.
Kyla rolled her eyes at this quite dramatically.
Then he mentioned her earlier disagreement with Selth. "Oh, uh, you saw that?" She said, a little bit embarrassed. "Well, it was nothing, really. We just have... Differing views on when it's appropriate to influence someone's mind with the Force." She shook her head. "The nerve of that guy, thinking he has any business lecturing me..."
While it's true that, just before Selth had used the Force, Kyla herself had been planning on doing exactly that, the major difference, in her mind, was that she'd tried to persuade the annoying Zygerrian through conventional means, whereas Selth had just popped out of nowhere and used his powers right away. She wasn't opposed to the liberal use of Force powers, necessarily, but the way Selth had used his powers so casually bothered her.
"Anyway, it didn't even matter!" She said. "He tried to make the guy think that we didn't need to pay anything, but we never found out whether or not his attempt was even worth the effort! Before the Zygerrian could get a word out, somebody came down the ramp and reminded the him about how we owe money!" She said, with a sideways glance at Darius. The she sighed. "Don't mind me, I'm just ranting..."
Not entirely dead.The marauder smiled at Kyla's annoyance at his canned Sith wisdom. He let her vent, and sympathized with what she had to say. "Yeah, I don't care for mind tricks either. It's hard to trust someone who can screw with your head at will like that," Uziel nodded obliviously.
"Take Darius's offer. Maybe you could come with us and make sure we don't get into too much trouble."
He switched his comms on to answer the Ewok's call: "Rakko, right? I wish I could help, but I'm no detective. Still, feel free to call me if you need me to put the screws to someone."
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Flesh is a design flaw.Viljor's Landspeeder Repair
"Nope," Viljor said. "Thing was his grandfather's so he thinks it's hot fodder, but truth is it's a piece of shit. Even the cheapest plasma torch nowadays is safer, more reliable, and all around better than that old hunk of junk. But you know how Zabraks are: Too proud to think."
Liana's Den
"Hmmmm..." the Herglic said. "Well, maybe just one drink for now."
He walked up to the bar. "Aerena," Melbar said to the selonian bartender. "Two shots of cognac, my friend and I here have to toast the departed." Beepy chirped something and he added "Oh, and a can of oil too."
The selonian nodded and prepared the drinks, setting them on the counter.
Feen took one of the shot glasses and raised it up slightly. "To Vania", she said, taking a sip.
"Now where should I start? I guess you'll want to know how we met Vania in the first place..." Feen began with how the Trianii Rangers rounded them all up, seeming to desperately gather anyone who was even remotely connected to someone else. She recalled how Vania engineered the escape plan. She tried as best as she could to remember the details of the ensuing chaos.
"She... didn't make it to the ship. The last thing I heard from her was 'Just go.'" Feen sighed, before continuing, "After that, we made a break for hyperspace. Beepy here was the one to feed the destination to the ship's computer. You can probably figure out the rest from there."
This "faculty lot" you speak of sounds like a place of great power...Liana's Den
"To Vania," the Herglic echoed, taking a shot from his glass and looking introspective for a moment. Then the moment passed.
"Okay, well that's that," he said. "She always did play it fast and loose with all those risks she took. But if you're here to take charge of her delivery, it's too late. Already gave the job to someone else when she didn't show."
"It's fine. Personally, I'm just glad to not have Trianii breathing down my neck. We don't really have a plan at this point besides laying low, though I imagine some of the others would be out looking for a way to make some money."
"Well, I've told you my story," Feen said, "now it's your turn. How did you know Vania?"
This "faculty lot" you speak of sounds like a place of great power...Liana's Den
"I knew her since I'm in a managerial position in the... import/export business," the Herglic replied. "Which is great! Oh you wouldn't believe how good it is here. The Republic and the Empire crack down hard on everyone, but the Zygerrians love smugglers. Causaing chaos in the Republic and Empire means Zygerria's slavers have less heat breathing down their necks, so they don't care too much about it. Well... almost. Stealing slaves for one, that's bad. And there's a few other things they don't export and import. Plus, more smugglers here instead of down southeast means they get to cut away at the Hutts' bottom line."
[Dorian's Den]
"I wouldn't be so casual about it if I were you." Said Kyla, looking over at Darius. "Not unless you've got 800 credits stashed away somewhere convenient." She shook her head and then turned back to Uziel. "A raid generally isn't my idea of a good time. Or a good idea, for that matter. But I suppose I don't have anything else to do..." She sighed. "Anyway, I don't think you have to worry about mind tricks." She smirked a bit. "Most minds disciplined enough to use the Force can shrug off subtle influencing." She paused. "Though, I get the feeling that Selth guys knows how to do a lot more than that..."
Not entirely dead."Well...keep an eye out for it and call me if you see anything. I'll give you fifty credits if you manage to find it." Rakko said, hoping the allure of money would tempt Viljor. He gave the six-armed being his comlink number for him to call if he found anything while he headed back to the Zabrak's garage.
"I don't think Viljor stole it. Is there anyone, anyone you can think of who might want it?" he asked the man.
Grukratu's Landspeeder Repair
"Plenty," the Zabrak replied. "Just about every mechanic on the block is envious of my grandfather's torch. He used it in the war, so it's been all over the galaxy. A lot of history in that torch. Can you think of anyone, Jim? Jim? Hello?" He glanced around but his assistant seemed to be missing. "Funny, refresher door's open and I don't see him in back. Guess he must have stepped out."
Uziel got up from his barstool, ready to leave. "Exactly. You have to watch your back around Jedi. Now, no more stalling; let's go."
The marauder gestured for Darius and Ra'as to follow as he began to leave the cantina, "...Though you seem to know a lot about the Force yourself," he noted, implying a question as he walked.
Flesh is a design flaw.Grukratu's Landspeeder Repair
"Why would Jim steal my torch?" Grukratu asked angrily. "Still, maybe he saw something important and didn't realize it." He pulled out his comm and dialed a number, but no one answered and it went to the answering message. "Odd, he's normally pretty good about his comm. He lives in a condo a little down the road, can you check if he's home?"
He gave Rakko Jim's comm code and his home address.
Slums
After the taxi dropped off Uziel, Darius, and whoever went with him, they probably wouldn't be surprised to see that the area referred to as the "Slums" were, in fact, slums. Even though these outskirts were only a landspeeder ride away from the well-to-do area near the spaceport, it seemed as if they were on another planet.
Most of the buildings were under three stories tall, and looked like they were built out of the cheapest plasteel money could buy. This particular section seemed like it was the "downtown" area of the slums due to the number of businesses. It was filled with numerous buildings advertising miscellaneous stores, loan sharks, pawn shops, junk dealers, and other small and seedy joints. The air was thick with the scent of industrial facilities - upwind of them lay the industrial district, where various wastewater treatment plants, incinerators, junk yards, dumps, rendering facilities, and other undesirable locations were housed and employed the residents of the slums. Those who were fortunate found labor in the assorted factories, while the majority of the slum's inhabitants simply lingered around town attempting to live whatever life they could.
The population of the slums had significantly less Zygerrians. Easily a hundred people were going about their days in the immediate area, with five aliens for every Zygerrian. Most were human, twi'lek, and other common species. A few unwashed transients wearing rags were gathered on a sidewalk around a plasteel trash bin, playing music on crude instruments that seemed to be made out of cans and wood. People went in and out of shops. An old man seemed to be relieving himself against the wall of an alleyway. Deviant youths were "hanging" around.

"We may want to wait," Ra'as chimed in, "Until everything we plan goes belly-up. We'll still get the credits, but there's no excuse for not having fun." Leaving his seat to follow Darius, patting the drunk on the shoulder.
"I'll tell you the juicy details once I get back." he said, "And if you smell anything burning, tell them it wasn't my fault."
To the law and for the good of man. All I need to live by.