Log:From Ryloth with Love - Part One

From Ryloth with Love - Part One

OOC Date: June 5, 2018
Location: Ryloth
Participants: Defiance: Darius Wildes, Vasani, Grom, Siha Archer, Trillian Taim

Ryloth. The town of Chi'kari. It wasn't a village but also not a city, an average town that had its own spaceport and enough people that not everyone knows your name but they for sure know someone that does. Built into an area filled with canyons, the town proper was mostly surrounded by them, but its influence stretched into farmlands surrounding the town. The terrain here was mostly plains and valleys, with the occasional patch of foliage. Oh, and of course there was a couple of very profitable spice mines as well. One of Chi'kari's most lucrative features. The Spectre touched down at the starport and then powered down. The small conversation Darius had with spaceport control gave the impression they cared little for why the YT-2000 was coming here, or at least they were paid to not to pry too much. Darius leaves the cockpit, in a YT-2000 it is a rather small fit, and walks back into the common area where he assumed anyone that hitched a ride with them was. As he enters he leans against one of the corridors and shrugs. "Well, home sweet home. Ve, you said you still remember where your family lived?" That was the reason they were all here now. Vasani wanted to find her family after escaping their attempt to put her into slavery by the Twi'lek the tradition of Vassij'ra. Not knowing where to start she figured just coming'home would be the hardest, but at least fastest way to go about all this.

Vasani is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall of the ship with her knees pulled up to her chest. She was trying her best to have a positive attitude about this whole thing, but she was pretty visibly bothered. I mean, who wouldn't be bothered by returning to a family that tried to sell them into slavery? A family that you haven't had any contact with in years. A family that you left when you were ten years old. A family that could have sold your little sister into slavery in your place. Vasani looks up at Darius as he enters, giving him a nod. "Yeah, think so.. Unless they've moved on. I mean it has been eleven years... Maybe they're not here anymore and we came all this way for nothing we should probly just head back, right?" She tries to get out of this one last time in the slight panic, even though she was the one that wanted to do this in the first place.

"Grom must be very clear, Blue Cakes.." the Houk emphasizes, yellow eyes peering at the Twi'lek. "You must tell Grom whether to leave all limbs and organs attached BEFORE fight begins. Also, it is wise to be extremely clear about which of the head-tails are NOT enemies. Grom... can get enthusiastic," he explains, clearly thinking the words to be a revelation. As is his habit, he spent much if the flight inspecting a half dozen weapons, before deciding to carry all of them.

Siha Archer has come in her ship the Sy'dartha to aid in digging up some roots for the daughter-in-law?(to be?) of Darius' mother, Joselyn Wildes. A personal favor, one that she's not entirely sure of how she can be of assistance, but ..when Joselyn asks you to do something, you do it. The Mandalorian has already landed her ship on Ryloth, having gone to get some breakfast in the town proper, the woman holding a to-go cup of some beverage in one hand, a to-go container of food also in hand as she sits on the ramp of her ship, helmet between her legs as she goes between her drink and the food within (a delicious mushroom dish), fork stabbing food and popping it into her mouth as she waits for the others. She's not used to being early. So she eats. To fill time, katana at her hip, blaster to the other, hair out and curls left free to dance in a breeze that whuffles through the spaceport. Gray gaze would watch then as the Spectre landed, one cheek full of food, eyes searching expectantly for people to arrive.

There has been a blinky light on the holocomm unit, trying very steadfastly to catch somebody's attention. The automatic drink dispenser from across the room had noticed, of course... but being an automatic drink dispenser, did not have the parameters within it's programming to be helpful and notify the organic passengers of the insistent blinking. No, it was programmed to dispense beverages. Which, he thought smugly to himself, he was extremely good at. Unlike the blinky holocomm unit. Can't even draw attention to itself... the automatic drink dispenser burbled smugly to itself. The blinky light on the holocomm continued.

"um... Hello? Is anybody there?" a faint voice floats out, slightly compressed by static and the limitations of the holocomm speaker. "... um... Trillian Taim trying to contact the crew of the ... um... " There was a rustling of static and some odd beeps and whistles. "... oh... um... what was that Marv? Oh... the Spectre? Oh, thank you... Yes... Trillian Taim, trying to contact the crew of the FRT Spectre... is anybody receiving this?"

"Hopefully, your grace, we won't have to remove any limbs from anyone during this trip. But as you said. " Darius kneels down to Vasani and pinches the bottom of her chin. "Spots be very clear on what 'head-tails' are NOT enemies. Because in case of any troubles we all have your back. " He gives her a bit of a knowing smile, kind of saying we are here now to help ya together. Standing back up he hears the holocomm from the cockpit and looks back. Why don't you both put the boarding ramp down and see if anyone else has made it." He then retreats to the cockpit, turning on the holocomm. "Yep, I hear ya Trillian. This is Darius Wildes, Captain of the Spectre. " Saying in a very not like Fjord Mooters voice.

It is around mid-day, and the starport is rather empty. Like most of this part of Ryloth it is sunny and warm. A market place like bazaar surrounds the spaceport.

"Yeah..." Vasani says quietly in response to Darius. "Hopefully no limbs'll be flyin' but if I need any limb removal I'll let ya know, Grom!" She gives him a smile before standing up and moving toward the ramp controls. As it opens fully she takes a step out, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. Ah yes. Ryloth. "Same as it always was." she says to herself, looking around the starport and taking in the sight.

"Yes, Grom will REND AND TEAR the fragile flesh of your enemies!" the reptilian warrior bellows to Vasani as he moves down the ramp. "Unless... you only wish them frightened. Or shaken. Which is less funny." Tromp, tromp, tromp. "Barely Mammal!" he greets Siha, upon spying the helmet-less Mandalorian. "Over here!" he shouts, waving a vibro axe over his head, just in case she hasn't already spotted the giant, shouting alien. Siha Archer is spotted! Not that she needed to be spotted, with Grom providing all of the needed signs that they are indeed here. A big grin cracks across the dusky woman's face, like Valkyrie with The Hulk, someone she's super keen on seeing, "Gromalon, King of Shattered Bones!" Yelled back with a fist pump in the air, her container shut and given a toss to a nearby bin as she rises up out of her position on the ramp, "What the seven hells are you doing here!? I thought this was going to be a data job!" It's clear she doesn't mind that Grom is here, Siha dragging away from the ramp of her ship, helmet snagged up as she does so, thing tucked under her arm, "And you must be Vasani??" Siha asks of the Twi'lek female, Siha more familiar with Darius and his mother with her connection to said mother, "Am I going to be needing my weaponry for this?" Grom is here. Please say yes!

"Captain Wildes. This is Trillian Taim of the Wayfaring Stranger... I got yours and Vasani's subspace message... but I'm still in orbit above Ryloth...maybe... second or third to get inspected and then they'll let me land. I hope you're all not waiting for me." The channel goes quiet for a few seconds, while a burbling, trilling, series of beeps, whistles and clicks sounds out. "... what? No, Marv. I don't think it sounds anything at ALL like Fjord Mooters... Why would you even say that?" The channel falls silent again. "Oh... I think I'm next! I should be down in a couple of minutes!" A small speck in the blue sky above the landing cave starts growing larger, resolving into the unique winged profile of a YV-666, arcing in a wide vector towards the landing bays. As the repulsor lifts rumble, the small freighter glides to a gentle stop, hissing and belching clouds of white smoke as the thrum of the engines power down.

Darius laughs. "No worries, you're right on time Trillian." Though the young Captain says nothing about the Fjord Mooters comment, he will let that fun ride itself out when they see each other. After another second Darius comes down the boarding ramp, but as soon as he steps off he raises it and types in the lock. Can't trust these places, am I right? Joining Grom and Vasani Darius pauses for a second and gives a laugh toward Siha. "See, Spots, I told you my mom liked you. Looks like Mrs. Wildes also wants everything to go smoothly here. " He moves to give a friendly tap to Siha's shoulder. "Last time I saw you was the cream meat incident, after the Kath Hounds got lose at the estate. Good to have the old clan watching over us. " He says with a bit of sarcasm towards the last part. Obviously, Darius didn't really get a good look at Siha when he armed her with glass bottles at the fighting pit.

Gulp. "Mom?" Vasani mutters upon getting a closer look at Siha and her very familiar looking armor. Where did this mini version of Darius' mom come from? "Uh, yeah no... hopefully no weapons will be needed for this... hopefully. Vasani!" She holds her hand out in greeting to Siha. "We're just gonna talk ta them I guess. Right? What are we doin' here, Dare?" Oh poor Vasani. They talked this over about 700 times and she's so nervous she's forgotten everything about how this is going to work. "No no... It'll all be okay. We got this." There ya go, keep that positive attitude!

"BRING ALL THE WEAPONS," Grom 'helps', cheerfully. In caution, he adds to Siha in a whisper (not a whisper), "But pay close attention to Blue Cakes. Some of the native Head-tails are not to be torn apart, and Grom has difficulty telling the difference. ALL WILL BE WELL," the Houk declares confidently.

Siha Archer tries not to look crestfallen at the mention there won't be weaponry needed. Her hand will grip Vasani's in a gentle grip, lopsided grin traipsing along her lips, "Don't worry, only good things are said about you by his mum." Winking quickly she'll retract her hand, nodding dutifully, "Well. Sometimes I'm good at talking, sometimes I'm not. It depends on whether it's rancor week and if I've had a good meal or not." Ah. the great cream meat incident. Siha will turn to Darius in time to get his shoulder tap, and she'll reach out and give his a good squeeze, "Your mum told me to make sure you didn't completely crow this one up, you know? Especially given /that/ incident was entirely your fault. I still have the scars on my hips from one of them trying to use me as a ragdoll." Smirk. Does the squeeze get harder? Naaaaah. "Gotcha, Grom, I'll keep my weapons at bay until it's super, super clear we're supposed to kill someone. Or threaten them." All options are viable. Her hand drops away from that shoulder and she will raise her eyebrows expectantly as she cants a glance across the spaceport, "So where the hells we going. As much as I like standing in the sun, let's get a move on."

The boarding ramp to the Wayfaring Stranger opens with a hiss, and a morose green-and-black R2 droid trundles down, whistling morosely. Behind him, Trillian Taim steps out tentatively, squinting and blinking her eyes at the bright sun overhead. She looks around, immediately spotting Grom's uniquely identifiable profile and then waving excitedly at Vasani. She starts to make her way down the boarding ramp, calling out to the group, "Hey! Vasan...oops!" Trillian trips in her excitement, slipping off and over the side of the boarding ramp with a thud. "Owww..." she moans, standing up quickly and rubbing her backside. "Sorry..." she apologizes to nobody in particular. The R2 unit swivels it's head, regards her with his electronic eye, and shakes it back and forth sadly before rolling his way off the ramp.

"Hey, hey, watch the goods!" Darius smirks and tries to dance out of the way of Siha's pinch but can't. "Hey, she was only playing with you! Like you were one of her pups-Ow, ow, ow" A welt he has earned. Won't be first, and never the last. Spying Trillian he winces as she falls, and waves her over. "Apology accepted!" Is that suppose to make her feel better? Darius is trying. As people gathers he gives them a look and waves a hand.

"Alright just to go over this another time. Vasani left home about a decade ago when her family was gonna put her into the Vassij'ra, or the Twi'lek tradition of putting first born daughters into slavery to make ends meet. It is a complicated mess. Though why are we here now? Ve has a little sister, Koyi, and she wants to find out if Koyi was put into the Vassij'ra in her place. Does the family even still live here? We don't know. We are here to just find everything out." A pauses. "Ve's interested buyer -was- a Twi'lek that lived-in town. If Koyi was sold to him. All the weapons perhaps." He gives a wink to Grom and Siha. He then starts to head out of the spaceport.

Unlike the spaceport the marketplace that surrounds it does actually have people in it. Families getting food for the day, a few off-worlders haggling over goods they wish to cargo off world, and then another section that seems to have a few rougher looking guards keeping watch. The spice sampling and sealing area of the bazaar.

Vasani excitedly waves to Trillian as she disembarks the ship. "TRILL-" And there she goes onto the ground "-ian.... You okay?" She heads over to help her up before returning to the group to listen to Darius' overview. Yes, thats what they're here for. As nervous as Vasani is, she can put that all aside when it comes to helping her sister. She's dealt with this guilt ever since she left, wondering what happened to her. It's time to make things right. She gives a nod after Darius finishes explaining. "I haven't had contact with any a them since I left. I dunno where they are in life now. If it turns out she was sold, I agree. Weapons will be needed. I don't wanna just leave 'er there. And if she wasn't sold..." Vasani doesn't know what to do if she wasn't sold. What would that mean for her? for her family?

Siha Archer snorts softly in reply to Darius, Trillians 'ow' distracting for the briefest of moments though Siha doesn't inquire as to whether or not she's okay. She's walkin'. She fine, "What a tradition." The woman will grouse softly, head shaking as she brings up her helmet and pops it on, hair stuffed into it before it gets twisted into place, "Well, let's find out, sold or not sold, and whether or not that means I'm of use on this trip or not." So says the voxxed voice of Siha who's shoulders rise and fall as she drags in a deep sigh, "Just for the record though, I'm really hoping the weapons are needed."

"Oh... I'm sorry... with being late...and... um... stuff..." Trillian looks around curiously at the collection of people as Vasani helps her to her feet. "Um... thank you, Vasani!" Trillian smiles shyly at the Twi'lek, brushing her hair out of her face and behind her ear. The R2 beeps irritably and rolls into her foot. "Marv... stop it, you're being rude," she admonishes the small R2 unit. The R2 blats at her. "Sorry about that. He's just naturally pessimistic." Blushing, she elbows the domed head, clanging loudly. Her eyes widen slightly and she winces, rubbing her elbow. "Ow." Listening to Vasani and... wait... is that actually... is that actually Fjord Mooters? Because it looks a lot like... How did... wait... how did he end up here? Trillian stares curiously at Darius, mouthing "Fjord??" at Vasani while gripping her arm.

Darius laughs towards Trillian as they move out of the spaceport. "Please, call me Darius, Trillian. Fjord is my maiden name." Lies. Turning to Siha Darius offers her a shrug. "Once a Mandie always a Mandie right? " He looks back to Vasani, lowers his voice leaning towards Siha. "Yeah, that tradition has made my fingers itch a bit too. Wouldn't mind opening up a few minds about it, but again here for info first."

As the group moves through the marketplace they pass the food hawking area. An older lethan Twi'lek sitting near a food vendor, apparently giving instructions, gives them a casual glance that turns into a double-take. "By my goddess. Is that Vasan'ilar?" She calls out to the group as the pass close by. Apparently you stand out Spots.

"Only sometimes Fjord. Other times Doctor Doc. Other times Danger Jones. Hes got a few." She whispers back to Trillian with a smirk. "Trust me, even without weapons, havin' ya' all here helps more than ya know." Vasani smiles to all her friends and makes her way through, Trillian on one arm and holding hands with Darius on the other side. Then suddenly someone recognizes her. She jumps a bit in her step, twisting her face and biting her bottom lip nervously before looking at the person who called out her full name. She stares for a moment, blinking, not sure how to respond to this already.

Siha Archer looks surprised, "From what your mother says I'm surprised you get any itches in your fingers for violence." Said in a mostly teasing way to Darius, though Siha will trail behind, no doubt with Grom, both itching and ready to get into a fight if needed! Siha keeps both hands on her weapons, the sword bouncing along her hip merrily, steps coming to a stop then as someone recognizes Vasani, "You know this chick? We're lookin' for info, c'mere. You got a sec to help us out?"

Trillian feels Vasani jump, and puts a reassuring hand on her arm. She nods at the nervous Twi'lek, eyes wide with sympathy. "It's ok, Ve... we're all here for you," she murmurs softly and gently prods her in the direction of the old Twi'lek. She makes sure to stay by her side, just in case. The R2 unit trailing behind them whistles sarcastically... somehow... What a jerk.

Slowly the older Twi'lek gets off of her stool, the young male she was instructing seemingly a bit confused. "Info, on this little one here?" The older Twi'lek says and she reaches to pinch the freckled cheeks of Vasani. The lethan is actually an inch or two shorter than Vasani. Which is SUPER short. "I can tell you the face she makes when she needs to be changed, and which way her eyes look when she thinks the lie she is telling is better than it is. Oh goddess Vasan'ilar, after all this time. Your mother she-." Then the Twi'lek cuts herself off, but lightly not sharply. "Just cause I enjoy keeping my physical activity for pleasure and not for pain, doesn't mean I don't get an itch from time to time. " Darius comments back to Siha with a smirk, but as the older Twi'lek steps up he seems a bit guarded. His eyes narrow a bit and he steps to be near Vasani's side where someone isn't. He goes quiet. He will watch this, wait it out. Darius is known for foot in your mouth syndrome in these situations, so this is the play he will make.

Vasani smiles at the older shorter woman, but also kind of looks like she's going to cry? Yay for confronting your past! "Uh, hi Seku..." Vasani greets, getting her cheeks pinched like when you see your grandma after a long time. "Yeah uhm, I'm back... And I TOTALLY perfected that lying thing!" Gotta prove herself. Vasani pretty much spent the whole time since she left home lying to get what she wanted, so she's learned not to have much for visible ticks now. "How's Shiri? And... My mother... they all still livin' in the same house? We're ah, we're on the way there." She gives Darius' hand a squeeze as she talks, doing her best not to completely clam up. For those that have spent much time around Vasani, this is like seeing a whole different person.

Siha Archer is not familiar at all with Vasani beyond what Darius' mother has shared with her. But this conversation seems pretty run of the mill. Siha, for her part, stands there, once again snorting, "I adore my physical activity for pleasure - it /is/ a pleasure." But, she's not here to fight people, not yet anyhow, so she will look at the old lady. And remains silent. For now. Vasani already asked the pertinent question. Taptaptap. Gloved fingertips thrum along the hilt of her katana.

Trillian nods, smiling at Vasani as she moves forward to confront her past. Her R2 unit nudges her insistently, but she pushes back against his domed head with her hand. "Marv, not now," she says absent-mindedly. The R2 whistles at her again, and headbutts against her. "Ow... Marv, what are you doing?" Trillian looks down at the green and black R2, only to see that it has it's multi-tool outstretched and about to grab at the bag of a passing tourist. "Oh no, Marv! No!" But it's too late. The R2 grabs the bag, holding it with a pincer triumphantly above his head and then zipping off zig-zagging into the crowded spaceport. "Oh no, not again!" Trillian groans in anguish, and shoots Vasani a pained look. "Ve, I'm sorry. I'll catch up with you if I can... I have to stop Marv before he does more damage. I'm so sorry!" She calls out again, running after the hooting R2 unit. "Marv! No! Come back, it's not a bomb!!" she yells after the R2, bumping into people and apologizing while trying to keep up.

It seems Seku makes a face to scold about the lying part, but than a flash of realization goes across her face. A touch of sadness. "We all do what we have to do to survive Vasan'ilar. Shiri runs the inn now I'm sure she'll be happy to see you." A pause. "No, your family has moved. They live a little outside of town, a quick walk. Maybe ten minutes. A small place in between two farms. Go to them Vasan'ilar. Let me not take away anymore words, go." She steps back a bit grabs something to write on and gives the address to Vasani. The place wouldn't be unfamiliar to Vasani, actually she played around the area often with her friends in the past but it was just a field then. Seku simply smiles after that with a little gently 'shooing' motion. Darius is focused on Vasani and this Seku's interaction, still trying his best to be quiet. It is a touch emotional, and he feels the squeeze but still wonders what they'll find at this new location. Seku seems trusting enough, obviously Vasani knows who she is but she did stop from saying something. As Marv freaks out and Trillian chases after him, the young captain tilts his head to the side. "Ah, I'm sure they'll be fine! Trillian looks like she has it all under control." Darius even gives her a friendly wave as she chases after her R2 unit.

"Trill! THANK YOU!!!" Vasani yells after Trillian as she scurries off before turning back to Seku. "Thank you, Seku." She gives a polite nod, accepting the new address from her. "One last thing..." Vasani looks quickly between Darius and Siha. "Is there anythin' I should expect? How are they all doin'?" Vasani asks, trying to prepare herself for what is to come. As she talks more, Seku could begin to notice that she seems to be talking in a strange accent, one that would not have been found on Ryloth. She must have picked this up from the years of living on the streets and traveling between different planets.

Siha Archer is, you know, checking out the area, t-visored gaze taking in the surroundings. She will exhale out through the helmet, head cocking to the side, "So, I hate to interrupt this reunion of sorts, but we got some people eyeballing ya'll." Said with a nudge of her chin towards Seku, with Siha partially turning towards a group of orange twi'leks, "'Scuse me a moment, I'mma go and see what they're so interested in." So the Mandalorian woman will move off from Vasani and her questioning to go and do her own, "HEY. YOU GUYS. C'MERE." Siha is a blunt instrument at best.

"I won't steal another word Vasan'ilar. You go now." Seku says, the young twi'lek at the stand knocking over some food that grabs her attention just as a loud E'XCUSE ME goes off in the area. There are three male orange Twi'leks, with some of dust under one of their nose and their general essence it is easy to tell they are 'muscle' here for the spice merchants. Lame muscle. "We don't answer to you Boc'ara" If Siha knew any Ryl, one of them just called her smart as a rock while giving a shooing gesture "Go be shiny and play in the brightlands. "Another says.

Darius turns to Siha and watches her go, sees her yelling at a few Twi'leks and thinks for a moment. "YEAAAHHHH" The Captain says walking a little away from Vasani, but not too far. "Why don't you folks join us?" In truth Darius isn't completely sure what Siha is doing, but best go with it. She is here to beat down and if she is yelling, these guys probably need to get a beat down.

"But-" Vasani starts to ask Seku for more information, but is distracted by whatever is going on with these orange guys. Since she's not much of a fighter and is already a bit jumpy, she decides to stay back, standing by Seku as her friends and fiance make their way to the aggressive and probably drugged up Twi'leks. "Maybe we should -uh.. Just leave them?" She suggests quietly, though she knows her crew wants this fight. "Not sure if it's makin' a good impression to come home and immediately beat sum guys up, ya'know?"

Siha Archer doesn't speak Twi'lek, but she does speak other languages, "Oh yeah, besom? Why don't you keep your eyes and your damn lekku off to yourselves. /Unless/ you are a friend of my friend here Vasani." Yes, Vasani, you now frand of Siha. At least for the purposes of this discussion. She can only hope Vasani is a good person to call friend, "Are you? If not, why do I see that crimping and crinkling going on of your lekku while eyeballing us, huh? And if so ..I welcome you." She doesn't sound welcoming. Then with a grin behind the t-visored helmet she'll turn a look over her shoulder to Vasani, a hand waving gently, "Burc'ya vaal burk'yc, burc'ya veman Vasani, don't worry. If they are friends then maybe they can help you. And if they aren't, well. They'll meet my two best friends and we'll see how that goes for them." Katana and Blaster. She talking Katana and Blaster. But maybe dey frands. Then this will go way easier, "Plus, please, no real fight with Grom here. He'll just use one to smack the other."

Seku, while concerned about what is happening is thoroughly distracted by the young man messing up her food stall. The three Twi'leks puff their chest a bit, but snort looking down and grumbling. "I'm too high for this. " Two of them say and try to wonder off, but there is one the seems to stand his ground a bit, a little wobble to his legs as he stands. His eyes are fairly blood-shot, and wide. "Friend of Vasani eh? Good to know Vasan'ilar is back in town. All her friends are happy to know this." His bark seems worse than his bite and getting a good look of Katana and Blaster, then Grom behind, the Twi'lek jumps back. As if the situation all just hit him at once. "Friends, yes, only friends." Lies are grumbled and he goes to move away. Darius places a hand on Vasani's shoulder stepping back to her. "Mandie diplomacy my love. You'll get used to it. This is a reminder that we aren't stepping back to find only your family, but to find ALL of Ryloth's traditions. I'm sure the fact you escaped slave-hood made the buyer a little unhappy. Weird, though, after this long your name would be remembered so easily."

"Yeah sure is weird right! Ah, come on, lets just go then." Vasani sort of pulls on Darius' arm lightly in the direction they need to go, double checking the address written for her again. "Thank ya', Seku!" She calls to the older Twi'lek, giving a wave before getting ready to set off. "I dunno why it's such a big deal that I'm back, or why so many people are takin note a' it. Lotsa people leave places and come back to them." Yeah, but not all of those people escaped slavery at ten so maybe that is a LITTLE memorable.

Siha Archer will watch, like a hound, the group of orange twi'leks move off, the womans hands remaining atop her weapons, "You guys go ahead, I'm going to stay here and make sure these turds don't follow ya'll." Siha will state over her shoulder, clearly intent on following the spice using Twi'leks, and perhaps seeking to do a little investigating of her own on their intentions. Origins. And what brand of spice they're usin'. Homework, see.

Grom looks a bit glum as the orange goons flee, tossing a rock aside, with a grumbled, "Barely Mammal scared away stupid foes before Grom could cheer." He wanted to throw cheering stones at Siha, dangit! A nod, and muttered word of parting to the Mandalorian, and he shoulders his monstrously oversized rifle and trudges wherever Darius and Vasani lead.

"Comlinks, ya? I never use it, still set to the frequency Clan Bloodie uses. " Darius says to Siha. "If you run into Trillian, send her our way? We'll give the address when we start to depart. " He then looks over to Vasani. "We are here now, we can take our time. Granted rumors of your magical arrival might spread but maybe we should grab some food and then arrive at your families' home at dinner time? Might be the best to catch your family, if they are living where Seku says." Darius looks up to Grom. "What about you, your grace, want us to treat you to some Ryloth food and a full stomach before we hike into the wonderful wilds of Ryloth? " It is only ten minutes away Darius.

"Yeah... Some food sounds good. This has kinda felt like a lot already, so a lil break'd be nice." Vasani nods in agreement. Suddenly the nostalgic feeling of food made ON ryloth is strong in her and she is so ready to eat all the things. "I think Sir Grom-Cakes needs to try some Twi'lek food for sure!" She excitedly answers for him.

"Yes, Grom hungers," the hulking alien rumbles. "Food will cheer Grom up. Food is served by people who sometimes begin fights, and must be thrown through walls. Also, food." A moment later, he adds hopefully on the heels of Vasani's answer, "And maybe cakes?"

Siha Archer missed out on being beaned by Grom! NO! When will she feel the sweet sweet glory of a rock smacking her in cheer from the Houk? Siha will listen to that muttered word of parting and Siha will laugh, "Sorry, King of Shattered Bones. Soon, I promise. And hey, Vasani, Darius, save me some good food!" All in parting as Siha tests the comms, "You on it?" Through her helmet, not waiting for an affirmative as she strides off to follow the trio of Orange Dudes. Siha's huntin'! For info!