Noventa - A Star Wars Story

It wasn't that Fey had anything against the company aboard the Phoenix - in fact, she liked them greatly. But after spending some time in hyperspace, it was very nice to spend time outside of the ship. So with a beer and some tools, the blue-skinned girl found a place to sit and observe the old heap of junk on display in the main hall that connected the starport, and to tweak on her guns a little.

The creativity of the moment at least put her in a good mood as she hummed to herself while working.

Night time was a bit chilly, so Tewzada had stopped by her place after drinking to put something on under her holo-costume. It wasn't much, but she wasn't really that cold. Besides, she'd meant to spend more time in the space port after her rushed arrival, so she decided to make her way there before she'd turn in.

As would be typical for night time on a backwater world like this, things weren't very busy in the space port. Especially with the recent political changes. But that was all the better for Tew, since that meant she could look around more freely. She didn't really know what she was looking for though as she entered the main port building; Evidence of the war? Someone with local rumors? Shipping manifests?

Regardless, she at least saw an old junked starfighter on display after she walked in, holo-costume still on costume #7 from earlier. She saw it had a plaque under it so she went to look at it, interested in the story, if nothing else.

"Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo, baby shark doo doo doo doo doo~" Fey hummed quietly as she adjusted the attachement on one of the blasters. Her lap had become her work bench, with a cloth spread over her legs and the tools spread out near her. Overalls weren't glamorous, but it was comfortable and warm in the night chill.

So far she hadn't noticed the arrival of anyone else at this time of night.

As Tew read the story of the Eta-2, it reminded her of the talk she'd had that morning, meeting the local liaison through the company. Jozk, wasn't it? Regardless, it made her wonder just how much tension there was lingering in the colony over the war, between the Confederacy and the Rangers and the Republic. Not to mention the rumors of the way the Moff had handled things around here...

It was as she was musing over this stuff that Tewzada noticed there was someone else besides the employed droids in the building; Another Twi'lek in fact. She was... cleaning a weapon? Here? Tew's brow furrowed a bit, and her curious nature got the better of her.

Cefey would hear a clearing of a throat as a yellow-orange Twi'lek in a grey tank top and black pleated skirt approached. Her shirt said "Tw'erk" on it, and a small purse slung over her shoulder, "Pardon me, but you wouldn't happen to be a local, perhaps?"

The young woman's voice had a melodious but somewhat professional air to it, Tew stopping some five meters away from the bench.

"Hm?" Fey looked up from her workshop, surprised to see yet another twi'lek that day. Last time she saw this many of her own kind in such a short amount of time, it had been back on Ryloth. Less than pleasant memories. "Oh... moi?" she easily fell into the Rylothian accent. "Non, I'm a new arrival here. Not a local."

She gave a glance to the woman's attire and color. It seemed to be an odd fashion combination going on there in her eyes.

"You as well, hm? Drat. I thought, 'She looks so comfortable sitting there working, she must be local.' But I suppose I was wrong there. Was going to see if you could tell me more about the ship."

Tew glanced back over her shoulder at the display piece.

Fey rose a tattooed eyebrow at that. "Tu must be new to travel, non? Spaceports are mostly occupied with travellers... locals have homes to go to." She sighed and looked up at the ship.

"It's impériale, I think. Heap of junk - good for parts."

Tew had actually travelled quite a bit. She just wasn't the brightest bantha in the barn. As it were.

"Naw. Not that new. Still; Despite that, your the first I've seen stripping down in such a place. Your gun, that is. Not yourself. Or the wreck."

Fey chuckled. "If undressing outside of my room, je prefers locales that pay me."

Looking down at her gun, she gave a shrug. "Enough time in le hyperspace... is nice to be outside of the ship when planetside."

"I can certainly agree with both those points. And it's a bit chilly outside, compared to in the terminal like this..."

Tew poke some fingers through her skirt to show it was just a hologram, despite it following her legs.

How strange, Fey thought. "Why isn't tu wearing real clothes?"

"Mmm."

Tew nodded, "Something under here, sure. Underclothes. But not so much that I want to stay out in a damp breezy evening."

"Only underclothes?" Fey's nose wrinled slightly, but she wasn't quite sure if the orange one was serious or just pulling her leg. "Are you an exhibitionist of sorts?"

Tew tilted her head, "Well, maybe I would be if I ever turned this thing off; It doesn't exactly shut off on it's own you know. And we're all naked beneath our clothes. Besides, I wasn't the only person I knew who wore holo-clothes back on Danon, especially in the heat of the under-city..."

Stepping forward, she plopped on the bench next to Fey, looking at her, "Do you find me odd then, hm? As a point of curiosity."

She was leaning in towards the other Twi'lek a little, green eyes curious.

So a pervert then.

"Hum, everyone is étrange," Fey shrugged, not bothered by the woman inviting herself so far. Well... she had to admit that she didn't own the bench, so she couldn't say that she needed an invitation to sit. "Tu might be more than some others. What brings someone in their lingerie to Noventa?"

Tew gave a little snort from her nose and sat back, "Same thing that would bring anyone I suppose; Business. Not that strange of business, I imagine, in this case. No more so than most that is. No more so than yours, likely."

Not that she was going to ask someone cleaning a gun what their business was; One could usually imagine such things, and it wasn't any of her business anyways.

"Oho?" Fey chuckled a little, putting down her tools for now in her lap. "Tu also hunts for credits then?"

"Well, if by hunting you mean hunting for news; I'm a reporter. All-be-it for a gossip holo-news network, but it's just a career starter, I like to think. That's why I made my way out to the spaceport here to find out about this wreck; Not that it seems like there's much to it that I could make something out of. Less so than you could use it for parts, as you alluded to earlier. My name's Tewzada, by the way; Tewzada Star'Ti."

She took it that the other Twi'lek didn't follow her segments on GNN then. Fair enough, really; The further she got out here into the rim, the more she realized just how many news sources there were out there.

It was a wide galaxy with all sorts of news outlets available on the holo, though Fey didn't really pay attention to the gossip news. Gossip channels rarely covered what was important for her and the crew. "Je m'appelle Fey, part of the Ivory Phoenix crew - bounty hunters."

"Nice to meet you. ...I don't suppose any bounty hunting here is news worthy per chance? Not that I mean you would need to tell me any trade secrets or anything if there's any sensitive information, of course."

Honestly, it was one of the better leads she'd not managed to think of since she'd gotten here.