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Gargulec:
'Let us not linger, then' said Triz, and lead you all out of wreck, Her craft- an old, but very robust Airspeeder was concealed beneath thick camo netting, so you passed just by it yesterday. She let you in- CX took the front seat, while Vince and the Jedi sat in the rear. Then, she started the repulsorlifts. They were old, no doubt and very, very loud.

Outpost

The flight took you well over two hours. Due to the noise, there were no conversations going on it cabin, so one could call it a very boring journey.

The black market outpost- or rather a small town now did not look impressive or intimidating by any means. Build for republic prefabs and finished with various junk, it looked exactly like any other backwater den in the Outer Rim.

'We're here. I'll contact you when I am going to leave this place and you better do not ignore it for I don't like waiting. Bye for now you heard from Triz after leaving the cabin and before she started the craft again.

Your arrival drew some attention- but, thankfully not more that any other strangers would. Few bored individuals looked at you with mild interest, but majority of mulit-racial crowd just ignored you.

'So, what is your plan now?' the Jedi asked CX. 'And, if you are really going to turn me in, the please, could you allow me to enjoy this last time among people that are not planning to hurt or kill me?'

Xander Morhaime:
"Soon as we come to such a place, I'll consider it," the clone replied flatly, looking around his surroundings. Thankfully, his helmet concealed the expression of disgust and mistrust on his face. "For now, I would recommend we stick close, rather than wander off. Now..." CX turned to the rebel, "might I suggest we start looking for the components we need?"

Silhar:
"A canteen, perhaps ? Or would we take a walk through some marketplace, if you find any...", pondered West, scratching his beard. He looks around carefully - keeping an eye for the situation around is important in such places. Opportunity to gain something by any means is very oftenly almost impossibly common.

Gargulec:
Before any of you could decide what to do, three man approached you. They were all armed with rundown blaster carbines and wore equally worn uniforms, with Alliance badges. They appeared to be cautious, but thankfully were not pointing their guns at you.

'Newcomers, eh?' asked one of them, taking a careful look at you. 'Then please give us a proof that you are not imperial spies. Explain who you are and why did you come here in the first place.

Silhar:
Vince grinned, stepping forward and standing firm, keeping his hands together behind his back.
"Good day to you, friends. I'm glad to see you of the Alliance here. The name's Vince. We are... well, uh, we *were* roving traders only yesterday. Our ship has got a bit damaged... In fact, it's got completely wrecked... And now we are trapped here until our pilot makes it to repair the damned thing we managed to escape it with. The reason why do we visit your outpost is simple, really - we need some parts to accomplish the repairs and get out of here, nothing more. Questions ?"
Saying this and gazing at the speaker, he moved his eyeballs twice, like trying to point at the clone a bit to his left and behind him (the rebel turned his head only a bit to the right), returing them to look forward into the guard's eyes and pointing again. His grin was substituted with an unlovely facial muscle twitch. When he finished speaking, he only moved his lips, trying to pass the words "help me".

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