The Story Continues

[Kironome]

Tre'anten moved about, looking at the various species of flora around him. After a short time he found a type of reed that seemed as if it should work for jewelry. Upon closer inspection, he even found a few different variations of color, simple green, brown, and a darker purplish color. There was enough of this particular plant to make perhaps a dozen various adornments.

When Koth entered the shop, an older looking rodian looked up from a lighted cabinet on the far side of the room. Groaning, he sat up straight. Just great, an offworlder he thought to himself. As Koth got closer, it was apparent that this guy had been through a lot. A long scar went from his upper antenna to the middle of his jaw. One eye was missing, and the other seemed to be covered in a blackish-green cataract.

Upon Koth's demanding request, his first instinct was to tell him no. Not only might he eventually try to encroach on his territory, but he knew nothing about him. However, after taking a moment, he really could use some money. After the Sith had come in and confiscated most of his goods, he had a hell of a time replacing them, considering Naboos general dislike of weaponry.

His eyes briefly flicked around his establishment, as if making sure no one else was around, then, in a gravely, slow voice that revealed his age and apparent time in the business he said, "I got nothing special, the Sith saw to that....but parts, parts I do got. I might even got a special price just for you." His hands moved deftly, scrawling a number on a piece of paper. He then thrust the paper at Koth. "Take it or leave it." He murmured, turning back to the piece of equipment he was fiddling with. 238 Credits was the number he wrote. "That's the price for enough parts to make one blaster." He looked back up at Koth, his clouded eye locked on Koth's

The walk to the ship for Misha and Jab-Jab was relatively uneventful. The sounds of the plains and forest mingled until they moved far enough into the trees to drown out most of the wind. By now the moons had fully risen, taking over the sky. The rest of the stars twinkled next to all the other planets of the galaxy. The path created by Tre'anten back toward the ship was easy enough to follow, even in the gloom of the forest.

[Misha]

Picking his way through the trees, Misha thought a moment before he answered Jab-Jab.

"I was three. It's customary on Shili for children to be presented to the Jedi. Togruta have an affinity with the Force, so many are brought to Coruscant to become Jedi. I don't remember much about my home, or my parents. In the Temple, they teach you that you must not be tied to your past, and so I have never seen my parents since I left.

Becoming a Jedi is a high honor among the Togruta, though, and so I do not regret leaving my family behind. And I met Deveren, who is my closest companion, while we were both training, and for that I will be forever grateful."

He looked up at the sky, hoping the Force was with Deveren, wherever she was.

"What was it like growing up in the underwater city? Do you miss your home?" he asked, looking at Jab-Jab and smiling.

[treanten]

Having found a particularly sturdy plant, and in different colors even, Tre' continued his way back to the ship.
Once there, he entered, and set out looking for Ke'Tra.
" 'Tra!" he called, not bothering to turn on any sort of light. He could see well enough in the dark, and figured the small glitterfang could as well.

Ke' Tra, who was amusing herself in the lower reaches of the ship trying to capture (and perhaps even eat) a strange furry brown rodent-like creature, stopped her frolicking and listened when she heard someone enter the ship. When she heard her name, she let out an excited mewl, and ran for the stairs as quickly as her short little kitten legs could carry her.

Ke'tra leaped into Tre's arms enthusiastically. He laughed, ruffling the fur between her ears, "you ready to go out and do a few small shows with me?" he inquired.
The tiny creature purred, perhaps in response.
"Alright," he set her down, and turned to exit the ship and head back into the city. He hoped he wasn't too late for the shops to be open, but figured it was no big loss if he was. He could get supplies in the morning or on the next planet they visited.

[Koth Melan]

Koth examined the paper, and smiled.
"I apologize if I came across as demanding, sir, I understand the Sith have been quite the annoyance lately, and that's enough to put anyone on edge".
"Regardless, you have your self a deal, I would like enough to make 10, so 2380 credits, yes?" Koth said as he pulled out his credit chip and made the transaction.
"Thank you very much my kind sir, should we ever do business again, I would be interested in your name" he said with a smile. "I promise it would be worth your while"

[Jab-Jab Rawocky]

Jab-Jab clasped her hands behind her back as she walked. She inhaled deeply in thought, then exhaled with, "Wonderful." She pushed an ear back over her shoulder. "I would fall asleep to the sparkle of fish scales in the moonlight as their schools swam over my head. And I woke up to their sparkle in the sunlight. I could just jump out of my bed in the morning and catch one of them for breakfast." Jab-Jab smiled at her memories as they came.

"Every so often my dad would take me out into the swamps, teach me how to track, to hunt. We fell asleep under the stars. I always thought they were strange. They didn't move, like the fish. The stars seemed unmoving and lonely as they twinkled feebly in the dark. Now I know they're not alone, but they do still seem lonely."

[Kironome]

Tre'anten made it back to the city more quickly than it took him to find the ship again, having remembered the route he took. Most shops were still open, and there were even people still gathered around the center square of the Theed, mingling around a brilliant fountain, shooting water twenty feet into the air.

Back in the shop, Koth waited as the Rodian checked his accounts to ensure that the money transferred before he moved. Silently he stood, and moved into a back room. A few moments later, he thrust a large black bag onto the counter. "Everything should be there. Good doing business with ya." He stated, motioning for Koth to leave....but after a moments pause, he sighed. Maybe I am getting too old for this He thought...."The name's Veeren" He grunted. "You best make sure it is worth my while." He said a bit softer, and sat back down at his counter.

Jab-Jab and Misha may continue as they wish.

OOC: Also, i've updated Koth's accounts to reflect his most recent expenditure.

[Misha]

Misha listened to Jab-Jab, smiling at the way she described life under the water. Then, as the ship loomed in front of them, he turned to her.

"I'm going to go and contact the Jedi Council. If they accept you into the order, we will begin training shortly. You should probably let Misha Jr out to hunt, he's probably rather hungry." He smiled, trying to soften his words.

He then went inside, and switched on the communications systems, pressing a few buttons and waiting for someone on Corruscant to respond.

OOC: I dunno how to do this. Do I need to roll for communications? Or something? If so, let me know, lol. Sorry.

[treanten]

Tre' located the items shop, which appeared to still be open. He looked around for medical items such as med packs. This last encounter with the twillic had reminded him that their group would need such items, especially since he suspected they had not seen the end of her.
One thing troubled him as he looked around; though they hadn't received much damage on this occasion, there was a time when she should have killed them. He didn't remember most of the battle, but he did remember waking up. They'd all gone down in the fight. Did she think she'd killed them all and thus left? He didn't think she could have been that careless.
Finally, Tre' located the med packs. He collected four and meandered up to the counter.
Maybe he'd find out why someday.

[Koth Melan]

Koth smiled and assured him,"It most certainly will be"

With business done, Koth decided it would be best to head back to the ship; hopefully the others were resting.

Koth made his way through the city and back to the clearing where the ship was. In his moment alone, treading through the forest, he looked to the sky. It seemed particularly random to him, but he thought of his father, and how his life was so wrongfully ended. He had not forgotten his last request, "Find your mother". Koth shook himself, and continued on to the ship. "I haven't forgotten, father, she will be found.

Koth entered the ship, laid down his goods, and relaxed.

[Jab-Jab Rawocky]

Jab-Jab nodded as Misha went inside, and she stood at the doorway to the ship and called for Chirpa Jr. Within seconds, she heard the scratching of fast, clawed feet running across a hard floor as her little ball of scales and fur ran toward her. As Jab-Jab bent down to greet him, he jumped into her lap, paws on her shoulder, and licked her face excitedly.

"Hey, little guy," Jab-Jab greeted him enthusiastically. "You want some dinner? Dinner? Food?" She laughed as he tilted his head at her, his wildly waving tail slowed as he focused on her words. "Well....gogetit!"

Chirpa Jr. jumped out of her arms in a flash and darted outside the ship, pouncing on anything that moved, before realizing being crazy wouldn't get him a meal. Nose to the ground, he sniffed all along the clearing before setting his eyes on a large mouse. He stalked it slowly before making his move... and he missed. He pounced head first into the ground, just as the mouse ran into its little hole. Chirpa stuck his nose down the hole and snorted. Jab-Jab snorted and laughed.

"I guess I'll have to feed you, then. Come inside, boy." She waited at the door while he found a place to do his business, then they walked inside together. They went to Jab-Jab's stuff and she got him a piece of dried meat. He made a jump for it, but Jab-Jab pushed him back down.

"Ah-ah-ah, you still have to work for it, guy. Sit." Chirpa sat. "Stay." Jab-Jab walked out of the room, then stuck her head back in. He stayed. Jab-Jab threw the meat in the air, and Chirpa jumped to meet it, catching it between his claws and with his teeth, and landed on the ground with a thud, as he began chewing it. "Good boy, Chirpa, good boy," she crooned at him, patting his butt as he gnawed. His tail wagged.

When he finished eating, he took a drink of water from his bowl, and jumped up on the bed and fell asleep. Jab-Jab smiled as he settled down. She left her room and went out to see if Misha still wanted to try to start to train her tonight.

[Kironome]

Because the ship still had no holo recorder, Misha was forced to do a voice only transmission. Moments after he attempted to open a channel, a droid answered him. (The signal made it to Coruscant so quickly due to the boosting channels on Naboo). After asking for the council, he was redirected.

"This is master Gyrol," answered a deep strong voice. "I realize you typically answer to another master, but most of the council is otherwise indisposed. What do you need, Misha?" He asked, as if he was on more familiar terms than some Masters.

The Shopkeeper sneered at Tre'anten a bit as he approached. All manner of mangy beasts are allowed to walk and talk these days. She thought. Should've killed em all if it were up to me for all the trouble and pestilence they bring. Wrinkling her nose, the shopkeep took the medpack and held out her hand for a credit chip. "That'll be 320 Credits." She then looked into Tre'anten's eyes. "You do have credits don't you?" She asked demeaningly.

Koth was the first to notice that something seemed odd about his compartment of the ship. Almost as if someone had rummaged through his things. Shortly thereafter, as Jab-Jab left her quarters, she felt the same nagging suspicion that something had changed, or was missing. Upon closer inspection both would be able to notice that someone had carefully looked through all of their stuff, however only Jab-Jab's crystal shard would be missing.

[Misha]

Misha, surprised by the voice on the other end of the connection, smiled broadly upon hearing the Jedi Master's voice.

"Master Gyrol! It's good to hear you are still alive, after that business on Kashyyyk!". After a brief exchange of pleasentries, Misha explained to the Jedi all that had happened since he had joined the group-- Chirpa's fate, Akarra, Akarra's mother, the crystals, Elona and Koth's parents, and Elona's parents awakening Jab-Jab's Force powers.

"I hoped the Council would give us some sort of advice, or direction. Have there been any hints at what the Sith are doing now? Any attacks, or whispers from the Dark Side?

I also wanted to ask the council to approve the training of the Gungan as my Padawan. I feel that if Jedi who have become one with the Force saw her fit to wield the Force, then she should be trained intbe ways of the Jedi. And she is strong in the Force, Master. She could be a great Jedi."

Misha fell silent, hoping for the Master's favorable response.

[treanten]

Undeterred by the shop keepers apparent dislike of his kind, Tre' produced a credit chip with a friendly smile.
As the transaction was completed, he said, "I have a question for you as well. Have there been any show troupes in this area recently?"

[Koth Melan]

Just as he began to relax, Koth noted the obvious upset of the ship; that someone was looking for something and apparently, they found it.

"Looks like all of my goods are intact...but I cannot be certain about the others' goods...what did we have of importance...the crystal!" Koth realized. "I better contact the others".

Koth saw Misha was busy contacting the council, and Tre' was in town, but Jab-Jab was free. He approached her and asked, "Do you still have the crystal?" he asked quickly, hoping for the more optimistic response.

[Jab-Jab Rawocky]

Jab-Jab was on her merry way to Misha when Koth approached her. "Hey," she welcomed her comrade back to the ship. "Hmmmm... Let's go check." She jogged over to her quarters and searched through her stuff. The crystal did appear to be missing. "Dangit...." Jab-Jab ran to Misha. "My portion of the crystal is missing," she said quietly, trying to interrupt his conversation with the council as little as possible.