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((*Huggles back* It doesn't help that I'm on more then both of you combined normally))

"Geez, Storm. Warn me next time you plot a hyperspace jump I didn't ask for."
The green-and-black astromech, 4 meters away, swiveled his head. A series of beeps and squeals came through the speaker as words appeared on the screen. Joh smiled and wiped his forehead of sweat.
"Yes, I know I said 'Get us out of here', but I didn't mean so literally." Joh gazed off into the swirl of hyperspace. "So where are we headed?" More squeals and text. "Tatooine, eh?" Joh smiled. "Well then, I hope they're ready for me, 'cause I like to leave an impression."

Rekan sighed. "I wish I were sure of that. I admit I have no feelings towards stormtroopers because I've rarely confronted them. Those who I did confront, however, were quite..." He was temprorarily at a loss for words. "Unforgiving."

The Javelin reverted to realspace above the elliptical of the Tatoo system. Some freighters and starfighters flew in and out of Tatooine, while the flicker of lights off in the distance indicated a little squabble between the Mos Eisley Police Force and some smugglers. Not my problem... Joh thought with a sigh. His comlink and video transmission terminal blinked, and he tapped them. A female human appeared on his monitor.
"Starfighter, identify yourself and state your business here at Tatooine."
"My name is Moh-Joh Pired, and I'm coming to Tatooine looking for business." Joh smiled at the woman, but she coldy stared back.
"What kind of business?" The sound of tapping into a keyboard played through the comlink.
"Freelancer business. You know, take this package to my daughter on Rori, or get some of fruit X from Kasshyyk, that sort of thing."
"Smuggling?"
"Oh, no. I gave that up." The woman stared accusingly and Joh laughed. "Just kidding. I've never smuggled anything in my life."
"...Right. Where do you wish to land?"
"Mos Eisley, please."
"One moment...." Another screen lit up, showing an entry vector and other necessities for entering an atmosphere. "There are your coordinates. The local time is 1227 hours. Enjoy your stay, Mr. Pired." None of the 'friendliness' injected into her voice leaked into her eyes. Joh smiled again.
"You do the same, sweetie. Pired out." The woman scowled and cut the transmission before Joh could hit the switch. Ah, well... I do have a way with the ladies. Joh shrugged, and Storm whistled something at him.
"You're right, I probably shouldn't have said 'sweetie'. But what's done is done." Joh grabbed the flight stick and throttled up for the planet. "Let's touch down and see what's up."

((nope))

With a shudder, and then a lurch, the freighter was back in realspace. Rekan's hands flew to the control console and he began looking for any signals from their Echanni "friend."

((Oryo, just because you have learners doesn't mean you're tied down by them. I will also be sending you an outline here in several days about critical things.))

Ithor... of the Ottega system. A planet filled with those hammerheaded pacifists. Just a prime target for those zealots to find it lost one day. I wonder if the forests were to fade away, where would those barves ever go?

Labrynth mused to himself as sour as ever, as he flew closer and closer to the planet. He had no intention of landing on it; Nay, he was going to land on one of the many floating cities they had designed, to meet the personal aquaintence of his.

"Ah. Ithor's a Jedi Planet, so peaceful. No wonder why its natives are teh second most popular species imbued with force powers. Second to Humans, of course," A blue spectre said.

"Damnit Neb, you ghosts are more annoying than you realize. Obi-wan was appreciative company to Luke. You are not Kenobi, however. You are much to cynical and annoying to claim that title," the arcadian replied. "Is it your mission to haunt me, or is it simply the ship?"

"You told me to come to Ithor..."

"A mistake I should not make again. Now skeedattle, lest your friends find me conversing with you!"

Of course, as ghosts always do, the spectre was gone before the sentence ever finished.

In a spacer's bar onboard the Station, a band of Nikto and Klatooinians drank and chatted with one another. In some location on their garb they all bore a stylized red Nikto skull, the mark of their pirate band. Their leader was a tall Kajain'sa'Nikto who was missing his last two fingers on his left hand. a trio of wicked burn scars criss-crossed his face and his right eyesocket was empty. This heavily scarred Nikto was Ga'p'tashi, the most feared pirate in hutt space (by the hutts at least). For years he had raided Hutt Shipping and smuggling, fighting a private war to free his race from Huttese rule. Currently he was in the act of keeping his eye on his shipmates as he nursed a glass of some green bubbling liquid.
Then an alien stepped into the bar, a relatively short human with dark hair and a confident grin plastered on his mug. Despite the looks that were given him indicating he wasn't wanted, the wiry human weaved his way through the crowd towards Ga'p'tashi. Finally making his way to the pirate leader's table he sat down across from him and made a hand sign.
"Klaatu Barada Nikto, Ga'p'tashi." The Human said.
The scarred Nikto growled menacingly.
The man chuckled and rolled up his sleave.
The Nikto snarled. Ga'p'tashi's comrades seemed to materialize around the human, their mugs dripping with ill intent. Then Ga'p'tashi saw the mark on the human's forearm. A black star with a wavy corona.
The Nikto pirate did a doubletake and his face lit up with a smile.
"Ihn Corellisi nyeve min bhiq suman ehin nyiad, Chumani. Cjaalysce'l." The Human remarked, leaning back in his seat.
The Nikto waved his men off and chuckled.

Ga'p'tashi took a drink of his beverage and looked back to Cale.
Cale kept smiling and drew a sabacc deck from the pocket of his jacket, laying it on the table.
The Nikto frowned and shook his head.

The Nikto paused to consider this, rubing his chin in thought. after a pause, he looked to Cale with a slight smirk.

"The Dark Horse?!"
Ga'p'tashi nodded.
Cale thought for a moment, pondering the wisdom of his actions.

Cale looked to the sabacc deck he had placed on the table.
He picked them back up and began to shuffle.

"Jeez, people, it's called climate control." Joh shielded his eyes as he hopped out of his cockpit. He went over to his smaller storage compartment, now used to store bare necessities. He withdrew his carbine, his sword, his sand-cloak, and two adhesive pieces of transparisteel. Storm tootled at him.
"Yes, I know that they can't really control the climate here." Joh slung his carbine over his back, then clipped his sword to his belt. "But it would be nice if they tried." Flinging the sand cloak over himself, he squinted into the suns. "Good thing I had these made." He attached the two pieces of transparisteel to his goggles. When the light hit them, they polarized into a dark shade, like sunglasses. He began to walk away, and Storm whistled to him. Joh turned.
"You want to come?" Storm tootled affirmatively. "Then come on." Storm ejected himself from the ship, and together they made their way out of the spaceport.