conversations: human
conversations:  The Outer Rim. The edge of the known universe, and the path to the unknown regions for those who wish to risk them. The Outer Rim has become even more a den of outlaws, and those who wish to lay low from the authorities since the empire has fallen. You can find almost any sort of person you need to in the outer rim if you look hard enough. Rogue droids, Imperial Loyalists, Bounty hunters, smugglers...if you can think of it, they're here somewhere.
  
  This is where you can find our intrepid group of heroes. They've decided to take a bit of time to relax on Dantooine, a calm planet filled with flatlands and wildlife. You can mostly avoid trouble here as long as you don't go digging in the old jedi temple, which is a good way to get yourself killed by Laigreks.
  
  There is little of interest left in Dantooine. The Ancient jedi temple has been plundered of anything valuable, and the force crystal cave has long since been depleted of anything. Basically, to the Galaxy at large, Dantooine has become a place you go to specifically because you  don't  want anything exciting to happen.
  
  Except, that is, for people to give you strange requests for inter-planetary trips. Which is exactly what is happening today with your group. Two women have approached you. Both of them are young, you would guess in their mid-20s at most. One looks reasonably confident, the other looks scared.
  
  The woman on the left is dressed in what you would guess is her favorite color, blue. She's wearing a hooded, long-sleeved shirt, and loose blue pants over what looks to be bandages. In fact, it's safe to assume that everything from her neck to her waist is covered in bandages, judging by her hands being covered as well. Whatever injuries she's taken seem to not be bothering her much, as she has on a kind smile. Her build looks lean but strong, and she towers a foot over her friend at nearly 6 and a half feet tall. Unlike the woman to her right, she seems to be completely bald, her eyebrows showing that the hair she used to have was platinum colored. She has soft, rather disarming features.
  
  Her friend, on the other hand, doesn't look very comfortable being here. Her eyes are covered with a ceremonial cloth of some sort, and she's clinging tightly to the woman in bandages. She has on similar garb, purple this time. Her hair is a rather plain brown, and it doesn't look like she takes care of it very well, judging by how ragged it looks. Unlike her friend, she doesn't seem to have been injured in any way, possibly ever considering how smooth and unmarked what you can see of her skin is. She's dressed in long pants, comfortable shoes, and a loose shirt. She's clearly dressed more for comfort than formality, other than the oddly out of place ceremonial looking blindfold.
  
   "Greetings. I've been informed you might be willing to escort my friend and I somewhere. We're not from here, and I need to get her elsewhere for her health. What would you say to 2,000 credits apiece to take us elsewhere?"   She asks the crew.
conversations: Mystic Muse:
conversations: human
conversations:  B3 was sitting down, enjoying a death stick as much as a self modified battle droid could, the mist slightly concealing the lights of his eyes. It wasn't the strangest request his crew had received, and 2000 credits was pretty sizable for just a simple person delivery. Of course, given the appearance of the two people it was unlikely to be that easy. Of course...it never was. He speaks up, digitized voice just a little static-y.   "EHH...I DON'T SEE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT, MYSELF. I'VE GOT SOME QUESTIONS BEFORE WE CAN ACCEPT IT COMPLETELY, JUST SOME PRECAUTIONS, BUT IT SHOULD BE FINE. SO...WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?"   B2 gestures to his crew around the table. Always important to show your hand when someone was hiring, after all. A perfect ragtag group of trustworthy meat if every there was one, and they didn't scare the client which was always a positive in his mind.
conversations: LaZodiac:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I think I want to know where you're going first,"  says Azrian, giving the two passengers a dismissive up-and-down glance. Two humans; one big one, one small timid one. Nothing terribly interesting. Except possibly the blindfold, who wears something like that? It doesn't look sturdy enough for proper eye protection, so she's not a Halsian or some other species with sensitive eyes...  "You want to go next door to Ord Mantell, sure, sounds fine to me. You want someplace on the other side of the galaxy, that'll cost you more. You want to head smack dab into the middle of Imperial space, kark off and find some other sucker. So what'll it be?" 
conversations: The_Snark:
conversations: human
conversations:  Bel Tarn shifts where he is seated a safe distance from B2's fumes, basking in the sun like a ripening mulberry. He's a slightly small Kel Dor in a worn and patched jumpsuit and an equally worn cloak. The black lenses covering his eyes make it difficult to tell exactly what he is looking at, but he briefly examines the women before turning to the droid.
  
   'I, for one, am in favour of helping some ailing lost souls find shelter. That's a precious luxury few have been able to find. However, I am in agreement with Miss Tsoris that knowing more about the situation would be prudent'  He turns his head towards the women  'I think we need to know why you are in danger. Something that places us at risk, such as a disease or a bounty on you, is something that we must consider in our decision' 
conversations: Durkoala:
conversations: human
conversations:  Ummar smiles broadly with both of his mouths, a slightly sinister look to those unaccustomed to it. He raps his fingers, unusually slender for an Ithorian, on the table in a rhythmic pattern.  "If it's medical assistance you need, I may be able to help. I'm quite happy to give you a consultation for a very reasonable price. If I can't treat it, no charge, I promise. I can also arrange for cybernetics, even on a budget, if that's what you need."  Ummar pauses.  "And, of course, transportation is an option too, subject to our collective approval." 
conversations: Silent_Interim: