"Careful Thuk. Invading someone's home and then slaughtering them for being in the way is not how we do things. Besides, we don't know if they're sentient or not. They could be people."

Even so, Celes steadied her arm cannon with the other hand, keeping it aimed at the floor but definitely ready as she edged toward the exit. She kept herself just behind and beside Grev, the three of them creating a wall of fur and duraplast.

"Oh, how interesting- they seem to be mammalian creatures, and my preliminary scans indicate they are rather large, not to mention quite...numerous, perhaps more numerous than our own small party it would seem.  That could be an issue I suppose..."

TwoOneBee was quite curious, but he heeded Celes and Grev's advice, if somewhat reluctantly.  Then, hearing Celes admonish Thuk, he nodded his metal head in agreement.

"Quite right, Ms Celes.  It would indeed be very bad manners, not to mention ethically wrong.  We are on their doorstep, so to speak.  We should at least attempt to communicate with them...er shouldn't we?"
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The weight of several dozen of these strange creatures eagerly pressing against the ice was causing tiny cracks to appear in the translucent wall.  Celes, Grev and Thuk's defensive postures were giving the others precious few seconds to get back to the battered speeder.

With a sudden CRACK, the ice wall shattered and a tsunami of giant white humanoid creatures flooded out.  Their bared fangs and ferocious lunge made their intent clear.  Blaster bolts were only slowing them down slightly.  But it was enough for all of the Rebels to get out of the cave structure and to the speeder.

The breach of the ice wall seemed to have weakened the cave in general.  The entire cave seemed to disappear in a billow of snow and crumbling ice.  Only a few battered and white furry limbs extended through the frozen rubble.

"Oh," Ali said. "We hadn't meant to do that!  Maybe we can rescue the survivors..."

The limbs suddenly started to twitch and move.  Bestial faces started to poke through the tumbling ice boulders, still showing a murderous fury towards the intruders.

"Or we could just go..." Thuraya suggested.   It seemed a wise idea.  The exploration party quickly bundled into the speeder van and were off.  A few thrown ice boulders were all the Wampas could add before they receeded into the distance.

"I guess the Hoth Tourist Board is going to have to put in some overtime." Ali said.  "So, who's for Bespin?"

OOC:
1. Hi, Folks.  It's good to be back.
2. The Wampa won't pursue, having an animal's attention span.  Take comfort that they will eat an entire company of stormtroopers in the Battle of Hoth.
3.  You can end the next post with your character's boarding 'Queenie' for the trip to Bespin.
4. Questions, just ask...

Shira screamed as the wampas crashed through the ice, mostly at the ice monster but slightly at the flying ice, which was dangerous to her. "Not friendly! Big, sharp teeth and unfriendly!" She bolted for the speeder as fast as she could.

Once they made their escape, Shira went from panicked to excited like flipping a switch. "Wow, that was way cooler than I expected when I suggested we explore! I have the best ideas." She shook the snow out of her hair. "I wonder what those sharp-tooth things were."

"Bespin, yes! I'm always up for seeing a new planet."

It took Shira a while to pack. She was fond of new clothing (except shoes), and although hardly wealthy had amassed a respectable wardrobe. The need to move her luggage kept the ghostling's excitability from moving her too quickly as she boarded the Queenie.

Queenie lurched out of Hyperspace with the same clumsiness she had entered it.  Still, there was some agility to the craft when needed.  A ship needed some basic dexterity to avoid the dreaded Hoth asteroid field.  Shira had kept the Wampa claw that had snapped off when the speeder door closed and now it formed a great pendant to show off when they landed.  Best field trip ever...

The Anoat system didn't have too much to recommend it but the gas giant Bespin shone beautifully in the sunlight, like a warm orange firelight.  It was a brief flight to Cloud City and onto landing pad 327...

OOC:
Sorry (again) it took me so long to respond.
This is a short bridging post, simply a transition of scene.
You can assume your characters escaped the Wampas with a great story to tell your grandkids (or later models).
Your characters can have different destinations but they must stay on Cloud City for a few days while seperate transports are being arranged.  Hopefully (giggle) nothing bad will happen during this layover.  You can write your characters as anywhere on Cloud City the general public could go.  Y'all are connected by comlinks so you are still together at least audibly.
Questions, just ask...

Celes wasn't used to letting someone else pilot their vessel, but she also wasn't about to ask to helm something that might fall apart under her. The Queen's captain would be more than able, as far as she was concerned. For much of the trip, she sat in what amounted to a crew lounge, sipping something vaguely alcoholic and not vaguely delicious. The shiny new armor she'd picked up on Ember had stayed behind with the Fabled Star. This was leave, after all, and that kind of trouble wasn't wanted where they were going. Naturally, Celes kept her beefed up blaster pistol at her side. No sense going completely defenseless.

Their trip on Hoth hadn't sat as well with the bounty hunter as it apparently did with Shira, though she didn't get a souvenir of her own. Still, she'd been in a sour mood since getting back. Maybe the trip to this Cloud City everyone was talking about could change that. It was a pretty name, after all.

Shira stared out the window at the cloud formations of Bespin, and she squealed with delight on seeing the flying city. "Oh wow! It just hangs there? I've never seen anything like it!" After a bit of thought, she noted "I guess it's the same principle as landspeeders, but I didn't know they could do something like this! They could probably use this sort of thing back home. Ghostlings like to live high in the air."

She adjusted her ghostling dress, rearranging the skirt. "Why don't we go shopping, Captain Celes?" she said cheerfully. "I bet there's lots more thing available here than at-" she cut off suddenly as she realized she should not say Hoth's name when they were on Bespin, even before the ship set down. "- than at home."

TwoOneBee stared out the viewport as the Queenie as the ship entered the Anoat system.  In all the many years he'd been active, he'd never been here, most likely because, aside from the mining consortium on Bespin, there wasn't much of anything here.  Still from what little data he could uncover, the Cloud City facility was quite elaborate, and there were a lot of droids needed to keep the place running; droids who might need his assistance, or have data of their own to exchange.  That definitely made it worth a visit.

The Wampas, unfortunately, did not turn out as he had hoped.  They were extremely aggressive and not interested in conversation - assuming they even could converse.  All in all it had been a most unpleasant experience.  However, it had been educational to say the least, a lesson the old doctor took very much to heart.  Sometimes forsaken places were forsaken for a reason.

So instead he monitored his associates, sharing in their delight and enthusiasm at the change of scenery.  Ms Shira, in particular, seemed quite excited by the prospects of a more settled planet.  Bespin was, at least by all available accounts, civilized; and that certainly was an improvement from Hoth.

TwoOneBee had little doubt Ms Thuraya and Ms Celes would join the Ghostling.  He wondered if DeeJay and Captain Ali would like to tour the facilities.  Perhaps it would be safer if they all stuck together however.

Cloud City seemed the Galaxy in minature.  Every decent pleasure, and perhaps a few illicit ones, seemed just a few credits or a proffered smile away.  The puffy orange clouds against pink sky seemed some species' idea of paradise.

So many newcomers were identified with mouths, or other relevant orifices, agape with wonder.  Cloud City was fortunate, on a purely Galactic scale, even the mighty gas giant of Bespin was beneath Imperial strategic notice.  Walking with her beloved crew, Ali prayed it would remain so.  As it was, Cloud City was an ideal distribution point for Rebels to come and go in the Galaxy at large.  It wasn't an oversight by the Empire, this part of the Galaxy was such a throwback it would be the last to be fought over should the Rebellion last that long.  Her comrades had chosen different destinations by as many different craft.  In a day or so, the first transport would be here and the group would scatter, not to return for at least of month.  Ali looked forward to seeing what of her clan had escaped Imperial slavery.

Looking at Thuraya, Ali felt a surge of pain and guilt.  At least she had a family.  Still the girl was progressing well under Sundancer's training, gaining that bittersweet detachment the Jedi needed from the rest of Sentience.  Shira's enthusiasm at just exploring was a tonic for all.  Even Celes didn't seem to mind being dragged from one glittering distraction to another.

TwoOneBee followed behind, taking contentment from the joy of the living around him.  A few of those strange creatures, Ughnaughts, idly watched him from the edges of corridors and alcoves.  While he didn't like to judge organic aesthetics, they seemed a most unappealing species to his photoreceptors.  It seemed, beside casually gazing at his salvage breakpoints, the creatures were barely interested in expending any effort in obtaining the proudly vintage droid.  DeeJay chuckled in a binary cant only the two of them would decipher about whether he should be relieved or insulted.

Around a curve, there was an entrance to a place of attractive sound, sights and scents called the Tibanna Sunrise.  Ali saw a Twi'lek wrapped around a young hutt on a hovercouch.  To most sentients, it would seem the lithe humanoid was joyful, or at least content, with the delicate chains around her neck.  Only a sister Twi'lek could see the scream from the girl's lekku.  I shouldn't do this.  She thought.  I can't compromise the Rebellion and its a Galaxy full of suffering anyway. What's one more slave girl under the Empire's law?

But she was already entering the cantina, saying nonchalantly, "I'm just stopping for a drink.  I will join you later."  And with that, she disappeared into the hustle and bustle of crowd, soon to be lost unless followed...

OOC:
1.  As usual, sorry for the delay, yadda, yadda...
2. Any other PC can be here with the group casually exploring or anywhere else on Bespin.  Either there are other NPC guarding Queenie or it has been left unbeinged (as seems so common in Star Wars).  Most of the crew would give kudos to the thieves that could casually get the old girl started.
3. While Ali doesn't want to involve her friends on this damn fool idealistic crusade, DeeJay can read lekku and will discreetly inform the others.  And these friends know each other, it will be easy to pick up on the fact that Ali is currently far from the casual barfly she is feigning being.
4. Your characters can also explore the cantina as well.  Perhaps your PC misses Ali's current fixation or rightly feel this Rebel agent can take care of herself.
5. Questions, just ask...

"Is this a mine or a resort?"

It was nice to be someplace where no one was trying to kill them or worse. Although she may not have looked outright happy to be going from one store to another, mostly looking for clothes while looking forward to a meal, Celes found the trip relaxing. It was good to see Shira getting to be a normal person for a while, or normal from Celes's perspective. She knew enough about Thuraya to be relieved that she was getting to unwind, too. The events that had lead her to the crew were dire, no one could forget that, but life moved on.

The Captain separated herself from the group, and her sudden attitude shift didn't go unnoticed. For a moment, Celes thought maybe Ali was feeling the weight of the job now that they had a moment to breathe.

"Alright, Captain. We'll be around," came the bounty hunter's reply, along with a vague gesture at the rest of the shopping district. She moved to keep following Shira and Thuraya's lead, but a text-only message from DeeJay popped up on her wrist-mounted comlink and stopped her. Celes turned to give the droid a quick nod over her shoulder, then turned to the younger members of the crew again.

"Hey, what about this place?" She pointed out a nearby shop that was little more than a hole in the wall, filled with darker and broodier clothes, along with a selection of music appropriate to the look. The store placard read: The End of Trend.

"Maybe there's some good finds here." Plus it's got a great view straight to the Captain. Ulterior motives kept Celes within line of sight of Ali's choice of bar. Hopefully it wouldn't cost Celes too much of her dignity.
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Grev attempts to blend in and go unnoticed, but in this crowd doesn't manage much of that.  The space is small for one of his bulk, and the store completely not his style.  Though he is certain that there are some Weren who do this scene, he does not know them.  Nor does he have any desire to.

Shira had purchased a pair of heels. As Ghostlings naturally walked on their toes, the shoes interested her, although she wasn't moving very gracefully as she didn't know how to walk properly in them. Then again, everything in cloud city seemed to interest Shira. As a child of a barely technological civilization, the floating city was amazing to her, and she stopped often to exclaim over something new. She was so happy she didn't even pester the others much, although she did try to sell Celes on trying on a particularly pretty green dress.

"Maybe we could-" she began as Ali left, but Ali was gone before she could finish and Shira could get hurt trying to push through a crowd.

"I'm not really the brooding sort" Shira said in the largest understatement of the day. But she followed Celes' lead and explored the store. "There's some things here that might suit you, Celes"

Wandering along, the medical droid kept his sensors on alert for the biological signature of the Ughnaughts.  Although they were keeping their distance, he still did not trust them.  DeeJay seemed quite amused by the entire situation, teasing him in binary cant.

"DeeJay please, those primitives wouldn't know what to do with a sophisticated feat of engineering like a TwoOneBee series.  I am very concerned they may be involved in unsavory business with other less fortunate droids.  Someone really should investigate those little vermin..."

He stopped to caution Ms Shira on the dangers of high heeled footwear, explaining in great detail how they affected the humanoid anatomy and the resulting injuries they might cause.

"...and, in conclusion, I can assure you that, while aesthetically pleasing to many humanoid species, the probability of permanent damage to your pedal extremities is most certainly not worth the risk."

He was suddenly distracted by Captain Ali, as she headed into the nearby drinking establishment.  His sensors detected the change in her metabolic statistics: elevated blood pressure, pulmonary and respiratory levels, not to mention and increase in adrenal and cognitive activity.

"Captain Ali?  Ms Celes, Ms Shira.  I am concerned about our Captain.  Her vital statistics seem to indicate she is reacting to a stressful situation of some sort.  Is something amiss?  DeeJay did the Captain explain where she was going?"

Like most well-designed cantinas, the Tibanna Sunrise was meant to lead you further in rather than back out.  There was a maze of diversions that appealed to the senses and these sometimes lead to temptations for the mind as well.

Ali quickly and expertly moved past indifferent customers and inexpert groping.  A swift kick to the first lech seemed to cow the others.  Soon she found herself facing the Hutt, its fawning entourage and the slug's prized possession, a Twi'lek like herself.  Ali made sure that she was beheld by all of them.  She was about to make a proposition.  Grev was not too far behind.  It was almost a pity that no one really noticed through their infatuation and intoxication haze just how stealthy he was.  Whatever mischief might interact with Ali, Grev would be there to interact with it.

From the End of Trend, Celes was able to still keep a watch on Ali for the most part.  The occasional moving barfly would block the view of the Captain but the vantage point was still the best overall.  The male Twi'lek proprietor seemed excited at the prospect of this small influx of customers and was rating them in his estimate from possibly lethal irriatibility to profitable excitability.  He focused on Shira who was trying to interest Celes in some improbably impractical and gauzy items for a dedicated bounty hunter.

"Miss, we have repulsor-supported footwear for the gravitationally-challenged." The manager's lekku almost flexed in anticipation, the profit margin on those miracles was a Hutt's ransom.  In slightly dodging the eager salesbeing, Shira bumped into a nice coat of ...Wampa fur?  But, as far as Shira knew, Wampas were native to Hoth alone.

"Obviously, these creatures do not know what to do with a high-level droid or they would have selected a newer protocol droid over a slightly obselete medical bot." She added gentle laughter to show she was teasing.  The truth was TwoOneBee was worth about a dozen 3PO units.  When her friend asked about the Captain, DeeJay added a distant rumble of thunder to her reply which showed concern.  <Gray>"No.  She did not convey anything verbally or with her lekku but her body language was one of sudden tenseness."</Gray>  At her binary swearing (which she trusted TwoOneBee not to reveal to the living and their limited senses), a shimmering cascade of holographic fabric flickered into existence.

Holocloth was a true vanity of the living.  Of the many species that went clothed, truly daring members might wear only holocloth.  The phantasmic fabric was a very expensive curiousity...

OOC:
1. I hope you all had a Happy Thanksgiving!  I did.
2. As it seems like the End of Trend clothing boutique has the character's interest, I will hold back on Ali's adventure somewhat.  Although there will be something for Grev to do.
3. Sundancer and Thuraya have deliberately not be mentioned in this post.  They seem to be hanging back.  Other PCs can mention looking for them in their posts without interrupting their own actions in any real way if they wish.
4. Questions, just ask!

Celes nodded with the doctor's assessment while looking the shoes over. "That heel needs more shock absorption or you'll bruise after your first step."



"That sounds expensive. But we're standing on a repulsorlift city, so it's probably cheaper here than anywhere else. Let's see it."

Celes kept an eye on the bar, and so the Captain, while half-listening to Shira. It was an old bounty hunter job, one of the things you learned to do long before blasters even got involved in the job.



"Hey, you've got an eye for things. Pick out something for each of us and we'll have a look together. Sound good?" The couple of things Shira had pointed out looked completely ridiculous, but maybe Celes's perspective wasn't right for this one: they had no pockets, were too tight to really give freedom of movement, would likely rip before giving any protection, and certainly wouldn't blend in much of anywhere she was likely to find a job. The colors were mostly black with a few spots of dark reds and purples, but she didn't know how that looked, just that it had a theme. Judging from the patterns, the theme was "complicated". Still, no harm in trying it, since she'd dragged Shira in here without an explanation.

As it happened, Celes was also listening to TwoOneBee.



The subtlety of the situation had clearly been lost on one droid, if not the other. Then again, DeeJay was all about interpersonal relations, while TwoOneBee's social programming likely stopped after the section on bedside manner. Couldn't be helped. With another glance at the bar, Celes gave the doctor a nod.

"Something bothered her. If she wanted help, she'd ask for backup. If she gets in real danger, she'll get backup anyway. This shop has the clearest view of her situation, and that's why we're here. ...Also to get Thuraya something. I saw the window and thought of her. Maybe I could talk Grev into one of these net shirts, too. Or maybe not."

"Well, if it's on doctor's orders..." Shira sighed, not without a little pouting, and removed her shoes.

"Hmm" Shira said neutrally when the manager talked about the repulsor-supported shoes. As interesting as that sounded, Shira didn't like to think she was so helpless she needed assistance walking, even with this pesky gravity.
"Let's see it, but in one moment. First, what's this?" she asked about the "wampa" fur. If it really was Wampa fur, then Echo Base could be in serious trouble, as Hoth was not as isolated as they had believed. "It's so nice!" It was the first time Shira had been doing her duty as a rebel and shopping at the same time, and she could get used to it.

"What?" Shira had been so caught up in the wonder of Cloud City that she had not really noticed the way Ali was acting. "I didn't... I'll try to be more aware of what's going on."

Shira's eyes went wide with excitement when Celes asked her to pick out something for both of them, and she rapidly forgot what she'd said about being aware of her surrondings. She loved outfits, and now she'd been given carte blanch to indulge. "Sounds great!" She immediately started searching through nearby clothing racks at high speed.

"I don't think we should get Thuraya this sort of clothing. It's just clothes, but she doesn't need anything that would put her in a down-" -she had almost said dark, but she wouldn't say that in public- "-mood".

Grev catches Celes's eye for a moment, indicating he'd check it out.  Then steps back as Shot a attracts the attention and slips groom view.

<Orange>21:04, Today: Grev Longtooth rolled 19 using 5 dice and +1 pips with the WEG Classic system with rolls of 4,1,{Wild}3,6,4.  Stealth.<Orange>

Greg attempts to make his way unnoticed over to Captain Alli.
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TwoOneBee listened patiently as Celes the reason behind the captain's distress.  As usual, he filtered her assessment of Ali's actions through his humanoid psychology sub-routine to determine the accuracy of this new data.  Carbon units were difficult to predict, even for a medical specialist droid with ten thousand terabytes of data on their behavioural patterns stored in his memory.  It was extremely helpful to be acquainted with other carbon units who could interpret such irrational responses.  He added the information to the file he had created for Captain Ali, and also added an entry in the file for Celes as well.  After the ten microseconds it required to perform these tasks, he formulated a reply:

"Thank you, Ms Celes, that does explain Captain Ali's motivations to some extent.  It was most prudent to choose this establishment for a surveillance base; I shall render assistance as well.  My bio-sensors can easily monitor her vital statistics from this range.  If there is any change I will inform you immediately.  If I can be of any further assistance, please do not hesitate to ask.  Captain Ali is...extremely important to me."



The old medic whirred with approval.  "A well considered decision, Ms Shira.  I would assert that you are quite sufficient as you currently are.  I do understand that it is pleasing to indulge in 'fashion' from time to time.  I concur that Ms Thuraya's emotional state could benefit from participating in such an indulgence and thus recommend this activity as "doctor's orders."

His head swiveled from one side to the other as he scanned the surrounding area, then returned to its original position facing Shira, DeeJay, and Celes.

"Query: I cannot currently locate Mr Grev.  Is anyone aware of his current whereabouts?"
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At the thought of possibly making a sale, the proprietor quickly nodded to one of those ill-favored Ughnaught creatures who unlocked a transparent display case.  What was brought forth was a pair of tiny slippers, each stylized like one of this city's iconic cloud cars.  It was the skill of some unsung designer that made such footwear truly elegant rather than merely gauche.  As Shira placed her delicate feet into the slippers, they lit up and Shira lifted slightly up off the floor.

"They alter their gravitic 'footprint' thousands of times a second, allowing what might seem an impossible balance and support even when on seperate extremities."  This was honest pride on the Twi'lek's lekku, even Princess Leia herself might not have a pair of these.  The shop's staff subtly crowded a little closer.  The last pair had flown out of the shop on the feet of a light-fingered (and footed) thief.  Shira continued to sort through outfits that were deliberately impractical in design, conspicuous enough to hint at the dresser droids the fabric fantasies might require to don and doff

Thuraya and Sundancer watched the shop from a corridor's span.  "Pretty." She said.   "Vanity." Sundancer corrected.  But then he sighed and said, "Go get one outfit...as an exercise in vanity."  She nodded and almost smiled.  It wasn't the strictest guidance for a Padawan but the girl had suffered enough in her short life.  Sundance sighed, the Dark Side was on each side of deprivation and decadence, the light path in the middle was thin and sometimes not even apparent.  He hoped he had done well for both his charges. There were some seeds from plants of the Galaxy he hoped Ember could absorb into Its biosphere.  If the lonely planet couldn't explore the Galaxy, maybe some of the Galaxy could come to it's largest Padawan.

Finding the Wampa fur was a bit of a crater, Hoth might not be as hidden as the Rebels might like.  TwoOneBee's sensors and decades of knowledge could not immediately discount the possibility that these furs were genuine.  More study might help but some labs couldn't have done as well in this short time as their old Doctor droid.

Celes and TwoOneBee could barely keep track of Grev, old friend that he was.  It was joked back on Hoth that he could sneak away from his own shadow.  Grev was barely noticed by the various soaked and smoked lifeforms within.  But this did have its own drawbacks for it seemed that Ali was in fact alone.

A scarred human and an uncommon alien strode up to Ali.  The man ran a finger along distracted Ali's lekku causing her to shudder in surprise.  The gesture, done well, was pleasurable. Badly, it was unpleasant.  In between, like the strangeness of a tickle.  At this moment, it was not definitively a forbidden liberty but certainly a daring presumption.  "He likes you," the human said, indicating the alien, "I like you too."

OOC:
1. Again, sorry for the delay, Yadda, yadda... (or is that, Yoda, Yoda...)  How can two shoes keep Shira stable?  It seems to work for Iron Man. :-)
2. Our heroes can roll a Moderate Perception roll to notice Grev.  It is easier for them as they know Grev and he is not hiding from them.
3. These two rakes can be a comic distraction or a true threat to Ali.  If someone writes that this gruesome twosome impress her with the fact that <b>"they have the death sentence on nine systems"<orange>, maybe their identities are a little clear (only nine systems yet?, this game is a prequel after all).
4. Questions, just ask. Other plot developments are building behind the scenes.

Grev watches Ali, certain she can take care of herself with these two.  He was not so certain about whatever had brought Ali here.  Revealing his presence too early and without need would lose him advantage. He did though breath quietly deep through his nose, spending these two.  He would give them a lesson in manners later.  Very few being a could escape him, once he'd gotten their scent.

Celes nodded to the doctor and then looked over at Grev, trading significant looks before she turned her attention to Shira. The Captain was in good hands, and more were available should things go wrong.

"She's important to all of us, 'Bee, don't worry. So what's your assessment of the repulsorlift shoes? Think she could run in them without bruising?"



The bounty hunter kept eyeing the shoes when she answered her friend's question.

"He's making sure the Captain doesn't need our help. Looks like someone else might need yours if they keep touching her, though." The tone of her voice didn't change much, nor did she move her head, but it was clear she'd begun to address the salesman.

"How long do these shoes operate before giving out? And can they work like normal shoes while off or would that damage them?"

TwoOneBee's optical sensors blinked a warm amber and he clicked, actuators humming as he bobbed his head in agreement.  He was familiar with the technology and, in fact, had studied the recent applications for repulsor lift devices in the medical field.

"Indeed, I do believe that, once Ms Shira has learned the abilities and limitations of the repulsor lift technology involved, as well as all proper controls and safety protocols, these high tech footwear would prove remarkably useful.  Once their operation is understood, they should prove less dangerous than more conventional shoes in fact, allowing her to overcome obstacles by taking advantage of their three dimensional capabilities.  If Ms Shira is willing to invest the time and credits required, these shoes could improve her mobility by as much as 75% in some circumstances, alleviating, considerably, her natural gravitic impairment; in my professional opinion."

The old doctor was comforted by the knowledge that both Celes and Grev were equally concerned for the Captain's safety, and had taken measures to monitor and offer assistance if required.  Everyone needed help now and then.



"This unit is grateful to you both for your support, Ms Celes.  Of course if anyone requires my assistance  I will happily provide it as per my primary programming."
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"I think I've seen these faces before." Ali mused to the two annoyances.  "I've certainly heard these lines before."  It might have seemed improbable that so many incompatible species were attracted to Twi'leks.  It was more like Twi'leks were a status symbol, the 'designer pet' of slave races.  To have one on your arm (or relevant appendage) was like a kind of expensive bracelet.

"I suppose I will forgive you your clumsy attempts to caress my lekku for you see..."  The two barely saw Ali move, the reflexes of a dancer familiar with managing a rowdy crowd "...I often overwhelm the sensitive centers of others as well."  Both males went down whimpering.  Doctor Evazan had a predictably male human anatomy and Ali had known a few aqualish in more than one way.  Both scuttled off, it would be several days before either would consider companionship for the evening.

Nearby and further away, Ali's companions could see she was handling the situation with her usual grace.  Shira had to aim her shoes carefully to carry her above the shoulders of her friends but not to subsequently crack her delicate head on the ceiling.  It certainly confirmed TwoOneBee's assessment of how beneficial the shoes might be to young Shira.

There was a slight crackle of static through DeeJay's approving sound of thunderous applause at Ali's actions.  This would have been totally unremarkable had Shira's shoes not then flared to life.   With a swooping arc, Shira was suddenly surfing the walls and the ceiling towards the Tibanna Sunrise nightclub.  Her course was too random to be Shira's choice but her graceful jinking was too polished to be a mere malfunction.

"No! We don't have a deposit."  The shopkeeper yelled as his inventory flew out of the store under its own power.

OOC:
Having already done Evazan and Baba before, the encounter with these two rakes loses its sting somewhat.  So I have had Ali's knees remedy the situation.   The two penitents will crawl along to some dark corners and try and salvage what dignity they can.  They won't be a further problem, even without further PC interaction.

Shira's shoes are carrying her somewhere.  Shira will have to make a Mechanical roll to have any control over their flight.  But the shoes autopilot is skillfully avoiding casual collusions with anything.  The term 'jinking' is sometimes used to describe the agility of fighter pilots but it seems apropos here.  Shira will enter the Tibanna Sunrise before anyone can stop her, but after that, a Mechanical roll from Shira or a Brawling or Climbing/Jumping (player's choice, both involve grabbing).  The rolls are fairly easy so don't waste your Force or Character points.

As usual, just ask me questions... :-)

Shira admired the repulsorlift shoes, eyes full of wonder. However, she looked a little embarrassed when she remembered she was a rebel, and didn't exactly have a lot of money. She took a few experimental steps and hovered up and down. "Lots of fun, and I can see plenty of uses for these. Umm... what sort of price are we talking? Just a general range". Please be  within dreaming range instead of just impossible.
"They're really nice. But I can walk without them" Shira said with a bit of a pout. Shira was proud to be a Ghostling, but sometimes it could be difficult.

Shira squeaked as the repulsorlift shoes flung her around. Her silver hair whipped around as she tried to get control of the shoes. "I'm really sorry! I'm not trying to!" she cried out to the shopkeeper
In spite of the danger, she let out a whoop of excitement as she glided, but still tried to regain control

02:31, Today: Shira rolled 0 (2 excluding the wild die) using 2 dice with the WEG Classic system.  Mechanical.

TwoOneBee was relieved to see the Captain dealing with her situation with her usual aplomb.  He briefly considered offering his services to the two injured miscreants, but decided it would be more educational for both to have a reminder of their mistake.  Their injuries were not life threatening, the doctor knew



Watching with alarm, the old droid called out: "MS SHIRA!  ARE YOU QUITE SURE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING?  MS SHIRA?  Oh dear..." He tracked her with his bio sensors as she raced into the nightclub.

He swiveled swiftly around to face Celes.  "I do not believe that Ms Shira is in control of her shoes.  It is my professional opinion that we should immediately pursue to make certain she does not come to any harm...um, please of course."
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