Welcome to Gaia! ::

Trace walked through the streets, ignoring the IA troops that passed him by. He'd been around here for so long that they all knew him by name. They hated him, because even though that some of them knew he was a Jedi, none of them were able to prove it. They all glared his way as he walked, but Trace really didn't care.

Trace walked into a cantina, sitting down at the bar. He ordered his drink, and opened his ears. He often came into the cantinas just to see what he could hear. An angry comment from an IA trooper broke it's way into Trace's thoughts.

"I can't believe that we're stuck here on the outer-rim. Can they not at least find someone different to guard that dead Jedi? It's such a degrading task! It's like watching a pot of hot water come to boil. Thank god for payed leave...."

Trace made no outward sign of overhearing the disgruntled man. He angled his head, and tapped into the Force so that he could focus their conversation more intently, while still watching his own back. The man across from the first spoke up.

"I know what you mean. Cramped up in that warehouse, the exhaust from the ore processing plant is just too much."

"I don't even know HOW they generate such a terrible smell when they don't even manage to find anything to process. Everyone knows that Tatooine is just a ball of sand. Why do they stay?"

"Some people just aren't as smart as others. The IA would never set up permanant digging operations here."

Trace downed his drink and left the cantina.

Dead Jedi....?

He walked down into an alley and ducked around a corner.

*Jaden sat in the cockpit of his Basilisk Droid as he neared the planet of Tatooine. He didnt know why he was going to Tatooine. He hated that planet. He had seen almost every planet there was to see and Tatooine was his least favorite. Yet, he went there because he had the worst feeling that something important was going to happen.*
Mos Espa Docking Bay, this is Mandalore's Fury coming in for a hard landing. Open up the doors.

Quirking an eyebrow, she gave a playful shove on his shoulder as he sat down.

"Well, I probably would have made a more intelligent analysis of the situation had you TOLD me of these rumors before we set out, Master....."

Smiling a bit, she looked back to her console, and after a second's glance over, she turned her head back to the Jedi Master.

"By now, Master...they've most certainly got this ship tagged. We have to be very careful now....this Dark friend of ours hasn't made matters easy on us, eh? If we mess up somehow...we'll have to ditch the ship....which I WOULD hate to do...I really have grown attached..."

"Oh...the robes should be in the first or second storage compartment you'll see in cargo hold. I'm sure they're blue colored compartments...shouldn't be hard to find. Can you please bring me up the dark green robes at the very top of the clothing in the container? I have to start the landing sequences..."

Relaxing a bit more in her seat, she prepared to start the landing procedures, flipping a few switches, and wondering idly if she had to ask for clearance to land in Mos Espa right now.

Thinking back on the message, the Imps merely said, "Proceed with caution and do not interfere."

So she guessed...she could land with little trouble.

((Oooh if I could only stretch my arm to England and beat you... xp ))

As Sephiroth came back, she took the proferred clothes from him and went to change, speaking to him from around the corner of the door of the cockpit.

"I DO hope you enjoyed my "disguise" bin, Master...a few of those things were gifts from Marche, and he was given QUITE the severe beating for giving those to me...some of the other ones were things from costume parties and whatnot.
My own tastes, however, are most conservative...I usually like to keep myself good and covered."

Finally stepping in, she was wearing the green robes, along with the clothing that had been bundled up in its pockets. A white bohemian cut shirt, along with a pair of roomy white pants, good for simple walking...but very well suited for running, should the need arise. She put on her brown boots, and tucked her light saber into a well hidden pocket, and a blaster strapped to her side.

"We should be landing in Mos Espa in a minute or so. Let's get strapped in," she said, going to her seat and doing so.

((Wewt. I figured out what ship i'm gunna use.))

A heavily modified RZ-1 A-Wing dropped out of hyperspace. It's pilot saw the stardestroyers and grinned. The ship's various computers and things had been modified so that they complied with the Astromech droid. There was an added port for an R4 astromech behind the cockpit that was carved out of the ship's hull. The Astomech couldnt be seen from the outside, so it looked like a normal A-wing. Well aside from the two torpedo tubes, and its orange and black color.

The pilot turned off his comm, so as to ignore the imperials who were probally going to be calling him to warn him of the 'danger'. He kicked the impule thrusters to full and started for the planet. He knew they'd scan the ship, and such. It was what they did, but he didnt care.

Mos Espa

The ship shot through the atmosphere, it got to bumping a bit and the sheilds starting to glow breifly. The pilot adjusted his robes, and prepared to have some real fun. He requested clearence is a public landing bay, and had it granted to him. Public bays were cheaper, and his R4 made sure no one touched the A-wing without a nice 2,000 volt shock. The A-wing's landing gear extended from the rear of the ship moments before touch down. The ship set down with a slight hobble and the canopy opened. The pilot stood up and jumped out of the ship, making the sandy dust unsettle when he hit the ground. Everyone in the area stared at him, but he didnt mind. He once more adjusted his robes, his Jedi robes. He wasnt wearing his brown over robe, he hates sulking around in that big thing. He prefered much more to walk proudly about. With a quick check of his duel lightsabers that were cliped to his belt, he started for the pay counter. Still keeping a smile, despite the person at the counter's snicker, he payed for his bay. He registered the bay under: Vegilla Coltar, turned on his heels and started out of the gloomy hanger.

Veg smiled as the rays of light beamed down onto his face, he loved the heat, and the sun. He didnt exactly know where he was going, but he knew he was going. He turned his head left, then right, observing the glares from everyone around. A few people didnt seem to mind him though. The senseable ones, he thought. He was just about to turn right when a snaky voice called out to him from the left. "Hey! Jedi! I hear the Imperials are offering money for your bodies!" Veg turned around to face the- as he turned he was forced to look up, at the tall Trandosian. "I have heard this aswell, that you for warning me of the impending danger." The trandosian cracked a smile, revealing all his yellow, sharp, and ugly teeth. "You don't seem to understand jedi. I am here for that money." Veg only smiled before nodding his head and responding. "I will be on my way now. Good day to you." He then turned around and started moving towards where he had planned. The trandosian was terribly loud as he stoped forward, atempting to attack Vegilla from behind. The -thump thump thump- of his big ugly feet gave him away, in addition to the force's warning. Veg didnt even bother to turn around and face the attacker, he just continued on his way. The onlookers began to smile, they thought the big thing had the stupid jedi by surprise. The trandosian lept into the air, and down towards vegilla. Still, he made no effort to face him, or even agknowlegde his attack. Just as the trandosian would have been ontop of Vegilla, and atempting to rip him into pecies, the reptile stoped in mid air. He seemed to have hit an invisible brick wall. The bi-pedal lizard man slammed into nothing and fell backwards, his head smashing against the ground as he made his way back to the planet. Out cold, Veg thought as he continued on. Too damn easy, he added.

"Well, they did say "Proceed with caution." I suppose we just keep going about our normal landing routine, and if they want anything from us, they'll stop us..."

Punching in a few more coordinates and numbers, she waited patiently for the docking bay of Mos Espa to clear them as they descended through the atmosphere of the planet.

Soon, clearance to docking bay 94 was given, and she brought the ship down.

"......You were saying, Master?" she said with a small chuckle.