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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 18, 2015 11:57:24 GMT
Joram hated flying. Specifically he hated flying aboard a ship, especially if he was not the pilot. It was not fear per say, rather a hatred for any situation where he lacked control of his own destiny. He had been in more than his fair share of crashes, and so could not stand putting his life in the hands of a flying tin can. He had been in many flying death traps before, but the hunk of junk he was currently relying on put them all to shame. The ship had probably been some kind of freight ship previously, however the side doors had been taken for scrap at some point, at least he assumed they had, leaving a large area at the center of the ship where a wrong step would see you falling out the sides. The fact the engines sounded like they would fail at any moment was also a worrying sign.
Joram was looking out the side of the ship, one hand firmly grasping one of the chairs that had been bolted into the floor. Through his helmets display he could see the bustling world of Coruscant, and the approaching chasm to the bowels of the planet. A slight shake aboard the ship broke his idle thought, as the ship began descending. As the freighter came over the tunnel, he could not help but look down, a part of him wondering what was at the bottom of the chasm. As the ship made its descent, he looked up towards the sky one last time before turning to the interior of the ship. As he made his way towards the rear of the ship, he spotted Lihadria. He always felt a swell of pride when he saw her, a true Mandalorian, Armor and all. When the cargo hold darkened as the ship descended deeper, he leaned back against the bulkhead, seemingly relaxed, though with one hand resting on his pistol.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 18, 2015 13:49:04 GMT
The journey down was not a quick flight, in public transport the shuttles would stop in several pre designated stations. It was only after two hours that the ship finally docked on their destination, for Joram's relief. A soft, feminine, robotic voice could be heard from the speakers:
Level 1313 Station. Please, use the side doors to disembark the vehicle. Next stop, Surface.
The docking area was bustling with movement, people brushed past eachother not really caring to apologize, or even look back, when they shoved you past you; just as it was anywhere in Coruscant.
"Come on, Joram. We arrived." Lihadira said,elbowing him on the back. Her excited smile soon faded as they descended from the shuttle. "Haar'chak! What is this smell?"
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 18, 2015 14:17:47 GMT
"Lih'Ika, that is the smell of Chaavla, Chakaar, and other such Osik." Joram said. "It gets strong when your down this far, don't worry, you will get used to it." As Joram spoke, he kept on walking. He had never been this far below Coruscant, and was finding it to be how he expected.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 18, 2015 14:30:44 GMT
"Just remind me, Jor'buir. What are we doing here? We could easily find a stint somewhere else, at least in the Surface."
Trailing close after Joram, Lihadria kept her hands close to her equipment, in such a place she knew it would only take a wink for someone to take her stuff.
Their progress was slow, slugging through the crowd with great effort. But in time, they finally managed to get out of the terminal; the grey mechanical scenery of the docking site, gave in to a whole new image. The smell was still the same, but now, a city of colorful lights and loud music lay before their eyes. Towering above the other buildings, right in what seemed to be the District's center, stood an impressive contruction with neon letters that read: Station 14.
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 19, 2015 13:22:24 GMT
"We could, however I am thinking in the long term, of a large potential hunt" Joram said. "However to reach that catch, we must be willing to trudge through muck for a time" he continued.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 21, 2015 11:32:33 GMT
"There's plent of muck here... Guess it will be a Rancor sized hunt."
Lihadira chuckled, always keeping an eye open at the passerbys.
"Do you know where we are staying, Jo'Buir?"
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 21, 2015 12:51:56 GMT
"There is plenty of opportunities down here, Lih'Ika" Joram said. "Though I haven't yet worked out a place to stay, I would rather see a place first, check the locks before trusting anything down here"
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 21, 2015 14:17:49 GMT
As they roam the streets of Level 1313, the Mandalorians are overwhelmed by the imense quantity of pubs and night clubs, some of the more experienced bouncers (evidently mercs) sparing the couple some sneers. Often. here and there, hangs a sign of some room or apartment for sale.
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 23, 2015 11:31:03 GMT
Joram knew finding a decent place to stay was unlikely, and so after some time walking, opted to choose a place at random.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 23, 2015 14:24:26 GMT
The two enter a small cantina called "Byph's Enclave", the estabilishment's facade being nothing close to the ostentation of it's neighboors, passing the sensation of being a little bit calmer and less crowded than the rest. In side, a jizz band formed by Mon Calamari plays a slow tune, as the costumers sit nearly in silence on their badly lit tables. The bartender is an ithorian, his leathery neck made even more ugly by a multitude of gruesome scars; over his head hangs a sign that says "Rooms for hire".
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 24, 2015 13:12:54 GMT
Joram approached the Bartender, and asked "You have a room with 2 beds, preferably with a decent lock?"
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 26, 2015 14:36:19 GMT
The Ithorian stared at Joram for a couple seconds; he answered in his native language, ponderous stereo trumpeting sound that was hardly understanbla by any other specie. The bartender's eyes and mannerisms betrayed that he was definetly not pleased with their presence.
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 26, 2015 23:16:51 GMT
Concealing his annoyance, Joram removed his helmet, looking around the room as he asked "Do you have a room, preferably with 2 beds. Or should I ask someone or somewhere else?"
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 2:14:25 GMT
"Byph is saying he doesn't like your kind around here, 'only bring problems'... Ithorians, always paranoid."
The human who spoke wore a long duster cloak covering a light battle amor, a very used and old model; strapped to his back, an electrostatff could be seen. His face, sporting a deep black goatee, was plain and soft, not betraying his age and his voice soft and romantic, almost melodic. He moved gently, with a heavy air of self confidence, as he approached the two Mandalorians.
"But I myself, tend to enjoy your kind's company." The man spoke to Byph, trying to mimic the nearly impossible tones Ithroian tones; the alien seemed to calm down after it. "Byph here will let you stay. Don't blame him, he's just old and grumpy." He grinned, giving a little wink at Lihadira.
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Post by Joram Kelborn on Dec 27, 2015 4:54:59 GMT
"Age comes to us all over time" Joram said, taking note to keep an eye on the man, particularly after catching the wink directed at his daughter. "Anyway, can I invite you to join us for a drink, Mr...?"
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