Noventa - A Star Wars Story

"It looks good on you." she smiled. "You should be a pilot. Do you know what was taken from the vendor over there? The four-armed one."

"Wazzit?" the young Twi'lek perked up, spinning a half turn toward Syzgy with a dramatic cock of her head to the right. "Nah, nun' like tha'. Jus' found'it is all," she said, indicating her headpiece.

Fey looked between the little green man and the newly arrived little green twi'lek. It wasn't often she had encountered other twi'leks since Ryloth, so it was a bit of a surprise to see not only one, but two! Still, right now she took a passive approach to the situation.

Zygy recognized the cloak. But, that's not what drew her attention.

"Hello there. Are you a pilot?"

"Now that right there is exactly what I'm getting at, all this guy sees is thieves and crooks, scum to be dealt with," she shook her head. Laying her hands back down and crossing them over her chest as she shifted more heavily onto her right foot. "But, I'm not unreasonable. Let's go get your little thief..." she said before putting her lips together, raising her index into one corner of her mouth and pinkie into the other. With a sharp whistle the bazaar around them seemed to get quieter for a second as many of the heads right around them looked over.

From the hole, however, came the shuffling of feet scrambling out from the place they were hiding once more. The small person turned around to face those gathered and tossed down her hood, wearing a bright smile. "What'sa, what'sa goin' on out here, huh?" she laughed nervously. Standing there at her adolescent height was a young Twi'lek with green skin and purple eyes. She wore a flight helmet and a leather jacket with some straps. Though her hands were now empty the cloak she wore was indication enough this was their thief.

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Inden nodded his chin at the red Twi'lek, "She doesn't give a kriff about the Ranger's reputation out here. It'd work better for her bosses if the people decided it wasn't worth keeping us here."

This whole thing, he suddenly decided, was likely a setup; the merchant was likely even in on it too - whether he wanted to be or not.

"This is why I hate bazaar duty," he muttered under his breath.

"Assuming he isn't long gone." Zygy added. "I imagine catching the theif would help with the ranger reputation, with the merchants at least."

Well, that was a whole lot of stuff that was new to her. "No vibroknife here," she did add, holding up her empty hands to solidify that statement. No need to look at the pair of blasters in her belt, right? Right?

"But we can all be civil, yes? No reason not to help little green man find his thief, pretty [i]rouge[/i]?"

"Blaster bolts don't deflect knives," she said, lowering her hands slightly into a shrug, "and blasters don't win hearts. Can't be claiming you're here for the people if you don't understand the people, now."

"You're not at war here, friend, but you seem to be the last one to get that little memo."

The Rodian made a sound that sounded like some between a snort and a laugh, "The blaster's not for catching anything - it's to help avoid the vibroknife half a dozen people in ear shot right now would love to shove in my back." He took half a step back, making some space between himself and the red Twi'lek, "We were invited here to keep order. It just seems like your bosses haven't got the message out here yet - too busy grinding the heel down, I expect, to listen to the little guys."

it was times like this he wished that Commander Balliss had assigned more rangers out here - or at least one he could trust to have his back.

"A satisfying resolution to the situation he's in?"

"I admit!" Alema said, raising her hands in mock surrender, an almost feral grin on her expression as she now finally looked to the Rodian. "I know exactly what our friend here is looking for, but the question is. If our friend even knows what he's looking for?"

"I didn't get a good look, but there was a four-armed guy shouting about a theif." she explained. "Our Ranger friend here chased after him."

"Uh huh..." she wasn't quite sure if that was all of it, but the blue twi'lek seemed a bit of a natural ditz. Maybe. "[i]C'est[/i] truth, yes... but you know what he is looking for, [i]non[/i]?"

"True." Zygy nodded. "You should have a ship for that. I think people will be angry with him if he doesn't catch that theif, though."

She looked back towards where the four-armed vendor was.

It was rare to find a Twi'lek that didn't speak Huttese, unfortunately, and just as unfortunately perhaps was that Alema was no exception to this rule. Flexing her right hand against her thigh she grinned, looking to the Rodian for a moment after Cefey's question. Then, just as she opened her lips to speak, she looked to Syzgy, "Hallivor's food emporium, two lefts and one right from here if you follow the stalls that way-" she indicated with her left hand off to the right "-best fruit you'll find."

"Seems our friend here," Alema looked now to Cefey, glancing quick at the Rodian, "wants to find whatever he's searching for with a blaster. Not really the kind of attitude to take. Can't fight everyone."

"I do?" Fey placed her index finger to her cheek as she adopted a contemplative pose for a brief moment. The red-skinned woman's blunt nature was amusing at least, but amusement could only last so long when it felt like she suddenly had gotten herself entangled in some turf-war of sorts.

Poor green guy seemed to be outmaneuvered now. Maybe she'd help? Fey had a soft spot for the underdogs in a match... [i]Sure, why not? I can handle myself![/i] "Ah... is there a problem?" she asked cautiously, though kept her smile.

"I'm looking for some fresh fruit." she shrugged, to the twi'lek. "Any recomendations?"

Although Inden took some heart at the words from the blue Twi'lek, he barely even noticed the approach of the Zeltron as the [i]red[/i] Twi'lek leaned forward. In fact, his antennae flattened back, the ridge of spines upon his head bristling as she spoke; his grip on the E-11 rifle tightened slightly.

"You know what I'm missing," the Rodian said, still speaking Huttese. His eyes darkened a bit as he glanced back and forth; suddenly, he didn't like where he'd ended up - the chase had led to a confined space and he now had little room to move. Even worse, he had no space to draw and use the larger blaster cannon strapped to his back if it came to it.

"You all look like you're missing something?" said the Twi'lek woman, leaning off the wall and pulling a toothpick from between her teeth. Flicking it off to the side. Scanning over the group she focused her sights in on the lawman, a smirk playing across her lips.

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