#nightbrcther

The vertebrae under her fingers shift as she slowly moves her head to one side, then another, yet the crick in her neck persists, a pesky little thing. Mey can barely feel it, the stiffness, the dull pain; it's not much, not really, but it vexes her all the same. Her promotion — as real as this whole charade of a job — came with better quarters, and for what? Last night the sleep evaded her all the same.

The avis doesn't bother to exchange any pleasantries with the senior customs agent she comes to relieve of duty, merely offering a politely restrained nod as she grabs the holopad from him. A pair of crimson eyes glances toward her 'target' — a shuttle, docketed at checkpoint station number 5 — while the other two scan through the details. Documents and certificates? Pre-submitted and verified. Spacecraft? Registered in the Imperial system. Inspection? Already in progress. Declared goods? Exotic spices.

....Exotic spices? Pah. Eyeing the shoddy-looking ship, Mey'lethe approaches the lone figure standing right outside of it. Ah. A pyke.

Bilbousa was humid and rank. The buildings and blinking lights half-sunk in swamp and massive roots. The locals either stared you down, or made a point of avoiding eye contact. Feral had donned a hood and scarf, and luckily covering one's face wasn't uncommon here, with all the smog.

He found the shipyard with little fuss. It wasn't crowded. But most were large, bulky things and he was in need of something...more conspicuous. He was walking under the wings of one ship, weighing his options, when he spotted them.

Alarm sent a ping up his spine. Like the force had been plucked.

After the scores of twi'lek, weequay and gamorreans, the two stuck out. With a tight throat and drop in his stomach, Feral saw pale skin, grey tattoos, and a familiar garb. Unlike him, her companion's tattoos were on full display, and Feral tried to reel in in his fear.

Before he could mask his reaction, Feral halted nearby. How? How could a Nightsister be here, and not just some survivor from another clan - he knew that look. One of Talzin's. And the male...

He would have turned and left, but something about that face was - familiar?

@nightbrcther said - "How long have you been here?" // savage

“Long enough to know you aren’t here to enjoy the view,” she frowned, blatantly looking him over. He was physically imposing, but it was more than that. There was an aura she could only describe as darkness surrounding him. She hadn’t met many people like him before. Generally she got a sense of whether someone was dangerous or not, but this was on a different level.

He intrigued her and she didn’t feel that aura of malice turned toward her at that moment. Or maybe she was imagining the whole thing.

Plotted starter for @nightbrcther

Even from this high up, the putrid scent of Felucia's surface reached her. Drakka seldom envied humans– but she had to admit that, right now, as the ship hovered connected to a replenishment ship with the side panels wide open to fit the hypermatter fuel hose and let the replenishment ship's workers jump from ship to ship, she envied their less developed sense of smell. Something had definitely died down there on the overgrown surface of the planet, something that was currently rotting twice as fast as it probably would if it wasn't for the constant humidity, something that was probably being eaten by the fungi or the fauna that plagued the planet.

Drakka's lips curled with disgust, revealing a sharp-toothed mouth that made one of the workers swerve to give her a wide berth instead of just walking right past her.

Right, Felucia isn't exactly known for their tolerance towards anyone not-human. Drakka huffed. She usually looked forward to these missions, they got her out of the temple. But this one just got worse and worse: get the mining charges from Coruscant and take them to Umbara, a place where nobody liked Jedi, and now they had to stop over Felucia to refuel because transporting mining charges meant being very, very careful and hyperspeed wasn't exactly gentle.

She moved away from the entrance and towards the cockpit, about to ask her pilot just how long it would take them to be able to leave. Her mouth opened, but the words didn't get to come out. Her discomfort about the planet was shoved to the side when the ship shook violently. The turbulence was accompanied by a heavy thud, and a cold feeling that made Drakka's stomach flip and twist inside her belly, like suddenly lowering pressure that had nothing to do with the turbulence. Everyone had stopped what they were doing, either holding onto things or looking up to try and spot where they'd been hit.

"Did we get hit by an asteroid?" she heard someone ask.

“That part seems to run in the family.”

Baskin, Kinni ( @nightbrcther ), & Biscuit

Two Sabacc dice and a few cards swiped from a set left on a cantina table, but it might as well be a full set to two toddlers who don't know the rules of the game. With a toss of the dice, a flip of the same two cards, and one or both declaring himself the winner each round, the two toddlers' interaction ends as usual, with someone getting upset.