Nar Shaddaa

Ashla arrived a few minutes early, prepared to do.... whatever it is she is here to do.

There is a wookiee waiting for, tall lanky and red furred. The wookiee approaches and grunts and growls and then turns and starts walking lover his or her shoulder. It's a wookiee, hard to tell.

Entering the spaceport was a Sith, dressed in standard affair for an Imperial. Moving through the spaceport as she looked for someone. Turning about on her heel the moment she noticed the wookie and headed straight for her.

Dapper Dog wrote:There is a wookiee waiting for, tall lanky and red furred. The wookiee approaches and grunts and growls and then turns and starts walking lover his or her shoulder. It's a wookiee, hard to tell.

Ashla follows the wookiee. "Yeah. I don't understand wookiee."

The wookiee shrugs and keeps walking towards a ship and up the ramp and then bade her to follow. The wookiee notices Kristal and waits to see what the Sith does.

Kristal approaches, looking between the two and then more specifically to the Wookie. Asking the simple question...

"Is she here?"

Ashla seems mildly annoyed about being stopped, but doesn't say anything. What the fuck is going on here? I just want to cut some people open.

The wookiee says in roars and growls, "Back on Seven Devils, with the zabrak. Taking the doctor for a ride."

Kristal had, always for her own preferences, had a datapad to convey translation through speech to text. Raising it after she had spoken to the wookie in her off hand she allowed it to process the roars and growls into readable text, glancing down and reading the output.

With the message received she stepped forward, demanding through simply expecting,"You will allow me to accompany you."

The wookiee shrugs and enters the ship, allowing both women to follow or not.

Ashla follows.

Following behind the other woman, Kristal seems to care little for the clear indication she is a Jedi.

For now, at least.

The wookiee leaves them in a central living room of the ship and takes care of takeoff and soon Nar Shaddaa is far behind as the ship speeds towards the edge of the system and the space station known as Seven Devils. It is quiet except for the sounds of the ship and the Jedi and Sith.

Seated, waiting for the ship to arrive at their destination Kristal had a few questions. Starting with Ashla, "Your reason for being here?"

Ashla is content with the silence and checking her tools. This is not the situation where you pry into other people's businesses.

Unfortunately for Ashla, Kristal was insistent.

"Jedi, you would do well to answer me."

OOC: Continue the role play but next scene is here: viewtopic.php?f=16&t=796

Ashla looked up confused. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear you. I was focused on making sure my instruments were ready." Ashla begins putting the tools away. "What did you ask?" Ashla debated about being catty about her tone, but she was apparently ignoring her, so she would let it go. For now.

OOC: I seriously did miss your post. I'm not sure how that happened.

"You are here for a reason, I would know what it is," she asked again, but though her Imperial accent didn't lend itself to allowing Ashla to know if she was actually still annoyed about it or not.

OOC: Awkward! No worries though!

"You can ask my employer. I am paid in part for my discretion."

"Your employer?" she asked, though that the wookie had picked her up it appeared evident. Of course, that didn't mean she knew what name she was going by with this Jedi.

"I believe that's who we're going to see."

"Do you even know who you are working for?" she asked, raising her right brow.

"I find it's better not to ask most of the time. I'm sure my employer will tell me if he or she wants me to know."

"That does not sound much like something a Jedi of the order would say. I have fought your kind before, do Jedi often rent themselves out to the highest bidder?" she asked.