In reply to Chullka (msg # 924):

The crowd seems pleased and the groom smiles largely as he claps his hands once. He large biceps bulging on his arms.
"It pleases us greatly that a noble Jedi and accomplished singer has sang us a festive song!" "In return is there anything you and your troop require?"

Do you still have time to continue this? I'm in the middle of five things so I'll wait on your go-ahead before I take time to remind myself of the story so far and come up with a response. :)

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 926):

Yep. I am still running the games. :)

In reply to Chullka (msg # 927):

Okay, cool. Let's see...

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Yuher still hasnt' forgotten that "semi-sentient" crack about his friend from earlier, so he keeps his reply short without being impolite.
"Sorry, friend, but we have people depending on us. Especially if we have to deal with this... What did you call him? 'One-eye'?"

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 928):

The Twilek chief bellows out a laugh,(obviously the Lum is at work in his head.)
"Peace then Jedi! You have safe passage through this territory. If you have need of a scout I can accommodate you." He eyes the assemble party goers,"Although that may have to wait till morning if they are now Lum drunk. Here!" He hands you a small transmitter. "In case you run into any renegade droids this should stop them!"

In reply to Chullka (msg # 929):

Yuher bows deeply.
"Thank you. Let your men enjoy your celebration--we wouldn't want to take them from it. May the Force be with you."
As they leave, he passes the transmitter over to Chullka.
"What do you make of this? Some sort of automatic hacking device?"

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 930):

Chullka rolled 0 using 4 Fudge dice +1 ((0, -1, 0, 0)).

Ouch! Looks like he is stumped!

Squinting one eye while turning the device over Chullka hands the transmitter back to you and snorts in frustration. "Sorry Yuher,....It might be some type of cutting edge miltech might be a Twi'lek hustle peddling junk. I have never seen anything like that. And except for the big button on one end,.. If I were forced to say,....it's likely some kind of EMP generator?"
He shrugs at a loss.

In reply to Chullka (msg # 931):

"Hm. Maybe better not to use it unless we have to, then."
He indicates that Chullka should keep it. They continue down the path.

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 932):

Chullka pockets the device in one of his baggy pant pockets and follows. They walk in a bit of a winding path for a bit of time. You would guess 2 standard hours. During this time they walk through a shanty town with more Twi'leks. A kind of multi layered market place with scraps and other junk being peddled. Then they come to a large fork in the caverns. One heads to a large chamber. From your position you spy the hued edges of a fungi forest. Huge shrooms and various shaped fungi spread across the floor,walls and ceiling of this chamber. The light available highlighting fungi spores the size of your fist floating in the air.
The other path leads to what looks like a junk peddlers shack next to a subterranean river that meanders through the twilight luminosity of the cavern.
"Thats the black river," says La'Fenna. "We are getting close. That,.." she says pointing to the fungi cavern," is the wildling forest. Some of our best medications and food stuffs comes from places like that. Of course those afflicted with addiction often make caverns like these their abodes in order to slate their cravings."

Yuher nods and looks on in interest.
"Too bad we don't have more time. I'd love to see the forest. But for now, let's move on."
He checks his lightsaber and opens his senses to the Force to stay alert.

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 934):

La'Fenna nods and the party continues on. No one speaks, even B4-86 is uncharacteristically silent. As you approach the junk peddlers shack you hear the sounds of a sentient groaning. The sounds of straining and effort clearly in the air. The sounds appear to be coming from behind the shed.
The shed itself is a ram shackle structure sheet snub fighter metal and random bits of usable junk making up the structure. In the littered area surrounding the shack you spy crude signs staked in the ground. Written in basic and half a dozen common languages, in polite and some in vulgar message. Of the message they convey the idea of KEEP OUT is clear and something about an active mine field around the property.
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Yuher holds up one hand.
"Stay back; let me check out the minefield," Yuher urges his friends in a low voice.
He moves forward slowly, inspecting the ground before he steps, and as he goes he calls out to anyone inside the shack. He keeps both hands in the air where everyone can see them.
"Hello? We're just on our way to the Comm Center. We don't want any trouble."

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 936):

There is no response as the groaning continues for a bit then it stops the sound of an automatic saw used to cut metal whines in the air. A second or two later sparks of small bits of super heated metal spew from around the corner from the back of the shack. Whoever is back there either can't hear you or refuses to reply.

Yuher moves cautiously toward the back of the shed, careful to stay far enough away from the wall that he doesn't spook whomever is on the other side. His hand twitches, but he pointedly keeps it away from his lightsaber.
He repeats his greeting.
"Hello? My name is Yuher. My friends and I are heading to the Comm Center."

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 938):

You hear the sound of the machinery stop but its parts idling. You hear them rev up and then stop rev and stop several times more. There is an eerie silence and the sound of your own breathing is in your ears.

With a grimace, Yuher decides to forego subtlety entirely. He moves with Jedi speed to the corner and scans the area behind the shed. He stays on his toes, ready to dodge an attack if necessary.
"Hello?" he calls in a deliberately calm voice.

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 940):

You spy a small figure standing by a hover craft of some sorts. The figure IS humaniod but covers in dirty oily rags and a pair of greasy goggles. The figures only distingushing feature is a mop of blonde hair just as dirty as it's clothes sticking from the top of its head wrapping. The figure is holding a laser wielder in one hand a piece of scrap in another. The rising and falling of it's chest the only movement it makes.

Yuher saunters up to stand a respectful distance from the welder-wielder. He makes sure to stay in the person's forward line of sight, whichever direction that is.
"Are you alive?" he calls in a loud voice. "I'm Yuher Tru'sar. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 942):

The figure pulls away the goggles and the head wrappings. You face a human male of only 12 to 13 standard years old. His face is smeared with mechanical grease  and there are streaks of it in his hair. " Sure am, Mr." he says putting the wielder down "I'm Bach! This is Bach's garage  and emporium!" He says extending both arms and and turning a few times. "Are you here to sale, buy or trade?" A big grin on his face.

Yuher blinks and folds his hands in front of him in a subconscious Jedi posture.
"I'm hoping for information, Master Bach. My friends and I are looking for the comm array that's supposed to be around these parts. Perhaps news about any threats or defenses we might need to worry about. Now, I can buy the information from you, if you like, but I'm afraid I'm a bit short on cash at the moment."

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 944):

"Your on the right track Mr." he says wiping his hand on his nose sniffing. "As for defenses. Some rival clans blew most of the air defenses out and and there is scattered ground fighting now,.....it's a war zone. Mr." I got a fast speeder with all kinds of mods that can get you there faster. It's got guns and stuff too!" It will take you hours on foot and by then one clan will control the relay, might be your friends, might be the enemy. You guys fighting for which house again?" he asks looking you all over.

In reply to Bach (msg # 945):

"Car'lorn Passik has a message for his friends. He... commissioned us to see that it's delivered safely." Yuher offers, noncommittal.
It's true... from a certain point of view.
"Why? Do you have a preference who wins this fight?"

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 946):

" I dont know any Passik,.......,must be a minor nobel or a rebel." He puts his hands on his hips. "I am unaligned, I have no trunk with twi'lek politics and backbiting." He scratches his head with the glove on his left hand. " I will trade taking you there for trade." He motions to La'fenna. " I will trade either for her, .....unless you are attached to her. Or a sweet piece of comm gear at the site will do too!" He smiles a bright smile. His teeth  are very clean. In stark contrast to the rest of him

Yuher regards the boy, lips pursed.
"I am attached to La'fenna; but more importantly, she's no one's property. She's my friend and ally, and I wouldn't trade her for anything. But as for the comm equipment? I don't care about it one way or another. It doesn't belong to me. After we've finished with it, you can do as you like."

In reply to Yuher Tru'sar (msg # 948):

Bach nods smiling. "Then we have a deal Mr. Jedi!" He holds out a gloved hand as a reaction,(common in some worlds), To the closure of a deal. After. He says, "C'mon ya'll! Lets get to my speeder!" Moving around the side of his shack/repair/junk shop Bach removes a tarp from a large shape. Under it is a nonstandard speeder. It is a pile of worked together/rigged/ fused a wielded plates and components. Looking over it it seems likely that this thing is either a work of insane genius or just insane,....
"So,..." says Bach leaning on a concussion tube mounted to the aft quarter of the speeder,"ready to go?!"