<div class="floatleft">(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y331/ReverseAdonis/comm_for_aliens_of_star_wars_red_twi_lek_by_avionetca-d6u01o8_zpscbdda2d9.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Poy Hal, Dummy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Morning, around 09:30<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nar Shadda Spaceport, Corellian Sector<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Faradin, R2-J7, Open<br/><br/>The lithe, pink-skinned twi'lek sighed as she stepped down the loading ramp from the Ravenstar, her body clad (as usual) in a gunmetal gray jumpsuit and her waist wrapped up with a heavy utility belt weighed down with all manner of tools. In the months that she'd been working with the crew she'd almost always worn that style of garment, if only due to the  . . . annoying questions or stares people tended to get when they saw her 'battle scars' as she liked to call them. It was the same reason she had on those heavy mirrored goggles, so nobody could see her blinded eye. She had to admit that she was glad to get back to some real gravity, but Nar Shaddaa was one of the last places she'd like to hang around for too long. The Imperials wouldn't be around here as much as some of the others ports they'd slipped into, but everyone here was a threat. ESPECIALLY the ones that didn't look like threats!<br/><br/>With a nod to the captain she glanced over to Faradin, letting him get his chatter out before speaking, even as her pit droid Dummy attempted to 'flex' it's servo-motors to intimidate the left-behind astromech droid. Or was it flirting? She wasn't really sure the pit droid actually knew the difference at this point . . .<br/><br/><strong>"I can handle the refueling in-house with the spaceport. It'll cost a little bit more due to the Hutt taxes, but we'll know we're getting proper fuel instead of faulty fuel cells that'll wreck the poor girl three lightyears out. While I still think the shit could use some missile arrays, all we really need is long-lasting food and water . . and some alchohol. Synthetic, of course. You know the kind I like."</strong>She grinned, before continuing.<strong>"Some backup armor plating would be nice, and I'd feel much better with a spare hyperdrive coil. That prototype unit the Ravenstar has is fast as hell, but it runs too hot for my tastes, and I'd rather we have a replacement coil on-hand just in case it blows out one of these days. Other than that, I'm sure you can think of interesting new toys to bring back, yeah?"</strong><br/><br/>With that taken care of she turned to one of the spaceport techs and flashed a thumbs up, and a wave, to grab his attention so she could get to the utterly boring part of haggling over refueling.