Log:Khar Delba: Now Open

Khar Delba: Now Open

OOC Date: December 9, 2020
Location: Khar Delba
Participants: Shivan, Boba Fett, Tamsin Cas, Chesille Sabrond, Kuolo

Khar Delba had only recently become available on trade routes and for some this draws a keen interest. Or for those that are nosey it brings a chance to snoop around on a new planet. Especially one that is rumored to be supportive of the Sith. Even if all those guys are supposedly dead and buried. With the way some things are going though it wouldn't be surprising to see something or someone rise from the ashes of what once was.

The paths from different parts of the main city lead to the Crossroads. But it is a cold journey given the winds and the snow. The buildings here give a reprieve from the cold though and that lends to people being out and going about their daily rituals and chores. The buildings are striking obsidian against stark white for the most part and might be a visual soreness to some.

Even Gor Bullet has to travel to newly established trade worlds to setup bsuiness deals. A weapons dealer, dressed in a black hooded cloak thrown over cobbled-together armor, walks down the side street headed toward the crossroads area of this new city. His masked face looks out from beneath the black hood, scanning the area and taking in the new sights as he's looking for the right place to peddle his business to this newly opened opportunity.

The man is clearly armed, with a large blaster on his back and the glinting appearance of additional weaponry mounted across his otherwise cloaked form.

Tamsin Cas was a curious sort, and the vague reports she had heard of this new (to most!) planet had drawn her interest. And so she had come, bringing her supplies with her as she always did, and she had made her lone way along the road towards where she had been told in an equally vague sort of way, the main populous gathered. She wore her dark robes, which looked to have been padded a bit to insulate her from the cold, the mask and the hood which she had pulled up doing much to protect her face from the chill wind. She paused, using the lee of a building to cut the wind as she took in the people and the buildings which ad sprung up at the crossroads.'

Someone hasn't seen snow and it shows. There is a black robed figure that is being sort of watched over by an older human woman with silvery hair and a woman in her early to mid thirthies that is looking through some of the booths that are here and there. The robed figure is raking gloved fingers through the snow and patting what is left into a ball. The glowing yellow eyes look up from under a mask that hides the rest of their features as they watch those that are around.

Two kids zip past, laughing as they go and one hits the other with a snowball. This makes the robed figure look at the snowball in their hands and then they toss the snowball at one of the women that was trailing them. "Oddly this doesn't make me want to laugh." the voice states with a shrug. Nara meanwhile looks like her ancestors have been offended, "My Lady we do not throw snowballs...especially at me." she chuckles.

Meanwhile, another odd showing of things is the group of Besalisk that are standing around, but they seem to be keeping tabs on the comings and goings of some. Their eyes note Gor and a few others. Because heavily armed folks are always best to keep an eye on.

Gor's booted feet impact on the snow covered ground as he walks onward. His black hood waves in the chilling winds against the shining armored helmet adorning his head beneath it. As he walks, he hears the sound of the snowball fight up ahead, his attention goes to those kids playing, and the older ones gathered around amongst them. When one of the kids looks over to him upon his getting closer, Gor raises his hands up, gloved in black leather, he speaks through his helmet.

"I surrender." He says in a gruff voice, but one that is casual for the child, hoping the kid won't pelt HIM with a snowball next.

Tamsin took shelter in the lee of the building only for a few minutes. There was far too much to see, even if it was only a few small trading posts. You never knew what you might find, even in such far flung places as this. Perhaps precisely in far flung places like this. She stepped out into the road, crossing past the Besalisk towards a lean-to which seemed to have tools of the medical trade for sale. Always useful things, medical supplies. Tamsin took a moment, taking in the trio of figured, the children running past. Talk of surrender brought her head up from looking over a tray of herbal remedies. Ah, the wonders of snow. The great equalizer.

The kids look up in wonder towards the armored figure that is Gor as they pass him. One has a better fight or flight response as he takes off towards his mother that isn't far away at the sight of the man. The other kid gives a look to the snowball in his hand and then to the man that spoke to them, "That you did." the boy states before he runs off. The snowball gets winged at the black robed figure with a bit of a cackle before the child disappears off towards the other that was causing mischief.

Shivan was in the middle of saying something when she is smacked with a snowball and those eyes of hers flick to the children. Nara reaches out a hand to grip her arm, "My lady...we have things to attend to. They are playing. Children do that." she tells the woman. What the heck are kids anyway?!

The Besalisk stand out here though and one of them who had been looking at goods apparently doesn't like the price that was given as one of it's arms slams a hand down on the top of the table that is holding the wares and something is bellowed out. It echoes through the open space and it causes more than a few people to turn and stare. Trouble starting? Oh no.

A short but ominous figure emerges from one of the stone buildings. She is covered from head to toe in a pitch black cloak. The dark hood masks the majority of her face. The woman starts down the street with a slow and deliberate pace. As the disguised Sith moves, other similarly dressed figures follow from a distance. It's as if they are stalking her.

The sound of her feet crunch into the snow. The imprint of her boots leave behind a cross-stitch pattern, making her easy to track with some basic survival skills. "Excuse me." Sabrond speaks with a low monotone drone. Her arm brushes along Tasmin and the lean-to as she passes. There isn't time for chit-chat, the robed woman is on a mission.

Gor moves on after the child ran off, his gloved hands lowering back to his sides under the fringes of his black cloak. He makes his way toward where the Besalisks are near the vendor that they're getting a bit bent out over shape over. It's not really his problem, and he's seen this sort've behavior a million times before. His covered stare goes to one of the vendors though and he awaits their attention before speaking up again. "Looking for directions. Know of any arms dealers in and around this area?" He asks, his hood continuing to whip about in the cold winds over his helmeted head.

Tamsin, who had just finished passing over a few credits for some of the bags of herbs, looked up as she was brushed against, masked face tracking the dark robed figure that moved past her. if there was any response, either of curiosity or upset, the mask made it impossible to see. She made no attempt to stop the woman or demand anything more than the 'Excuse me' which was sent in her direction. No she seemed more interested in the beginnings of a commotion which appeared to center around the Besalisk a few stops down from where she was standing. And the dark-cloaked figure approaching them.

The mysterious cloaked figure stops in her tracks at the sound of a commotion. She spins around to look back towards Gor and the Besalisks. Flashes of Sabrond's face become visible to Tasmin provided that the other woman was looking for it. The similar looking stalkers grow closer. Their attention appears to also be focused on the potential problem solvers, but their path is still dependent on the Sith's movements.

A blaster appears as the Besalisks grow a little more upset with whatever has transpired between shopkeep and the group. Maybe they were being bullies. They were absolutely being bullies. Boba's question does draw the attention of a few other people, one of the other vendors moving towards the man that asked the question. A quiet word is exchanged, probably giving the information that is asked. At least folks were still helpful even if strangeness was afoot.

Nara furrows her brows as there is a shout and she looks to Shivan, who is already heading that way. "My Lady no..." she hisses out as she is off after the yellow eyed woman. Shivan stands just on the edge of things, watching to see what happens. But her fingers are moving like she's waiting for something else to occur.

Even worlds as isolated as this one, can't escape the inevitability of scum and villainy. Of course, it isn't precisely Gor's (Boba's) problem. His covered face does go to the Besalisk that drew the weapon, the big bulky alien standing a good 12 or so feet away from him on his right. But ultimately it's the vendor who comes to answer his question that draw's Gor's attention back to them. He gives a nod of his helmeted head inside of his voluminous black hood. "Appreciated. Best call your guards." He advises of the locals within ear shot of him too.

Anoother glance is given to the Besealisk brandishing weaponry before Gor turns to step back out in to the flow of traffick...

Tamsin, who was all about doing the heavy looking on, did not approach either the angry Besalisk or their new friend. No, she was quite happy to tuck her purchases away and possibly step back so that she did not, now, have her back to the trade post. No need to back baby into a corner. She did not go far though. Who knew when one might need something to duck behind. Which was, let's be frank, often.

The cloaked stalkers notice the weapon in the Besalisk's hand. They don't bother to interfere, but their pace quickens on their route to Sabrond. The disguised Sith turns away from the upcoming altercation. She steps to the side. The woman holds her position until the mysterious figures arrive alongside her. A hushed conversation is had between all of the robed people and a consensus is reached. The group turn their backs on the shopkeeper and continue down the road, eventually turning around a corner. It's as if they were never actually there.

The man that was speaking with Boba scurries off, thinking that calling the guards was something that was a good idea. A bb unit warbles its way towards the black robed figure that is closest to the scene, Shivan. The gloved hand raises, patting the droid on it's head, "Round one, you always show up when there is trouble." she whispers. Then she steps forward, she might be smaller than the Besalisks, but, she was intimidated by that. "I believe that it would be best for you to put that blaster away and make a quick departure before any blood is shed here." she states as those glowing eyes look them over.

The Besalisks don't look like they are too happy to be interrupted and one of them turns, looking down to Shivan, but something about the masked woman seems to make him think it might be better to withdraw before things get any heavier. The Besalisk smacks the other that was brandishing the weapon in the shoulder and grunts out something at him in their own language. There's a kick to whatever was on the ground from the offended Besalisk before he puts the gun away and starts to back out with his cohorts.

Gor had been directed to a shop across the street and a few doors down from where the Besalisks were doing their thing with the storefront and others were responding. His hooded form disappears inside the shop he was directed to, but the open air front of the store allows the scene outside to remain a background presence on what the traveler was here to do, that being business.

Gor is just inside the store, speaking now with one of the attendees within it. He goes on to exchange a data card with the man, before the two are seen just conversing.

Tamsin, who, did, if anyone was looking at her, lower her shoulders a bit, perhaps relieved that the Besalisks were heading off, turned her attention to where they had been standing, moving slowly and steadily towards whatever it was that had been kicked at on the ground. A statue of some kind. But what kind? Now she had to know. Such a strange place. And an odd thing to buy, for a couple of gun-toting heavies.

The merchant gives a look to Shivan and there's a shrug of the womans shoulders, "Don't worry about it." she tells them. A nod of greeting is given to Tamsin as she passes her. Being polite as she was taught. She then moves, like she might follow after the small group of Besalisk, but Nara steps in front of her and Rachel steps in from the side, "My lady, let them go. It's not your place. The guards will catch up to them hopefully." Nara states. There is a frown behind that mask that Shivan wears and she sighs, "Alright." she raises gloved hands for a moment to accept that she's not going to be able to go toss some Besalisk bullies off a cliff. Thieves of joy her aides were. Her yellow eyes do look around to see where that one person asking about weapons had went though.

Gor's conversation, albeit brief, garnered him an appointment with the shop owner... but not for another hour local time. So with a single hooded nod of his helmet he leaves the store's attendant to their business and steps back ou tof the shop.

Once back outside in the cold wind and spotty snowfall, Gor takes a step over to stand near one of the fire braziers, its flickering flames casting a bit of added light across the man's armored and cloaked form. He's now taking a mere moment to stand by the heat source and watch the street. Had he been expecting to get a fight to watch? Free entertainment perhaps? His eyes, covered as they are by a dark visor, track over Shivan, Tamsin and whomever else meanders the crossroads.

Tamsin, reaching down to retrieve the statue unless something terrible happened to her. If the Besalisks had been angry about it, well, she would see what she could see. And so, the statue, and then, as she rose, looking around for whomever it might have owned it, if they were not the ones at the stall. If no one raised a ruckus, she'd turn to offer it back to the shopkeep. Her voice was soft, distorted by the mask but still polite, "What was it they were looking for?"

Shivan looks across to where Gor is and there's a moment of staring at him. Then there's a dip of her head, a quiet way of greeting in her case. But Nara shakes her head, "I think we've had enough excitement for one day. We should probably start back. Your father is visiting." the older woman states. This causes the yellow eyes of the robed figure to roll, "Thanks for that warning." she states in an icy tone.

Tamsin's prize is a small black statuette that looks as if it is meant to be kept on their person. Maybe some diety or prayer totem. The shop keep gives a bit of a frown, "You know, I think they are just testing the waters...seeing if people will get mad back, but, that's how bullies tend to be." he muses to Tamsin. "We've seen an influx of them. I'm guessing it will become a problem sooner rather than later." he sniffs. "Keep the trinket though. It's appreciated that people ask what is going on." he tells her.

In a sea of black robes and secret acolytes, eagerly offering lip service to ancient ways, there was a white-robe that moved through the small crowd. Kuolo was known, at least by a weird sort of reputation, but it didn't mean much. He wasn't an 'anyone' yet, not here.

The Besalisks drew his attention, brief as it was. He knew nothing of their incident, and thus, he made no action against them save to afford them a quiet, somber look from behind the pale mask he wore, polished to a mirror sheen and stained only by a single sigil that crossed one eye. It was a known sigil here. They saw it different than others did. But, some pirates wouldn't know that. Even as one nearly bumps into his form, in their retreat, nothing happens. In time, his slow gait carries him into the open. He was following a trail only he could sense, but, it took time to creepy walk through the city like he did.

For Gor, he had time to kill, and when he notes Shivan's nod, she'll see his silver and gold hued helmet nod back beneath his hood. A nagging sensation at the back of his mind though, made his stare look further down the street toward where the Besalisk that had been throwing his weight around went. With a glance down, then back up, Gor starts to walk after him. His right gloved hand goes up to the side of his helmet and he taps it gently before his calls up the Bounty Hunter Guild's tracking system. As he walks past Tamsin and Shivan, they can likely hear a small beeping from his helmet as it is processing some information within the BHG's databanks, but, also the sounds of Gor's spurred boots quietly jingling as he walks down the snow packed crossroad.

He's off now, checking to see if that Besalisk pops up on the guild's wanted registry.

"That is kind of you," Tamsin replied, taking a moment to look over the statuette before she slipped that into her bag as well. "I'd be interested in learning a bit more about your businesses here. I'm afraid I know little about your world. Perhaps you could suggest something of interest in your wares?" It never hurt to offer payment, whether it was for wares or information. And who did not enjoy learning a new thing. or seeing a new thing, if it was the stark white visible even against the snow, in the dark, a sharp contrast to the black worn by most.

Shivan doesn't offer any words, she tends to be rather quiet except with her 'wranglers'. Th Sith does give another look in the way of the where the Besalisks went and that's when the white robes catch her eye, "Ah." she states to no one in particular. She moves off to the side, not wanting to create a back up of people. He's doing his creepy walk and she's not going to rush the other Reliquary member. Nara however gives a sniff and looks to the other woman that was part of the group, "We'll go prepare for the arrivals. I think it's alright." she clips out as she heads off.

The shop keeper gives a look to Tamsin, "Ah, forgive me it is a new experience to see the influx of people. Some still worship many dieties and walk many paths here. I make offerings and things of that nature for people to help with those paths." he tells her. Apparently he's happy to talk. The flash of white makes him stutter for just a moment though, Kuolo was known, but, some might still be unsure of some of them. Or he just watched a snowman move. Either one.)

The Snowman that was Kuolo seemed to hone in on Shivan's signal easily enough, following it along like one follows a tether. The Besalisk were a problem in the area, or, in the region of space the planet occupied. But Kuolo wasn't familiar enough with Gor to stop him in the streets and hand him credits upon credits to simply wipe them out. They weren't Assassins--That's what he needed.

Into the line of shops Kuolo goes, walking along without interacting much. Most of the shopkeepers ignored him, averting their interest as soon as he came close. They didn't want to speak with him. But, soon, he was near Shivan. He stops a few steps away to regard something of import for sale in the shop. He was curious, after all. And he didn't seem eager to intrude. Plus, he assumed he was hard to recognize without a dozen red stormtroopers behind him.

"There's no need to apologize. I appreciate you taking the time to speak to me." Tamsin's tone was polite, genuine, as she moved to help with the stall. It never hurt to offer a show of friendly support. There were ways to find things out that involved violence, and then there were ways that didn't. And at this moment, it was clear she was going for the way that didn't. She did pause, as the white robed figure passed, looking up long enough to track him for a few steps before she looked politely away. And then she was back to her quiet conversation.

Shivan gives a look as Nara and Rachel wander off and then she watches the crowd for a moment before she gives a look over her shoulder, "Besalisks seem to be causing some trouble. Not sure if it's something that we need to clear with the Knight-Regent before hitting them in the head or if we can see about taking care of the problem before it grows." she frowns to that.

"The Knight-Regent isn't one to hide behind his Pride. He knows the trouble he's in with the Interdictor down," Kuolo says, speaking quietly as he slides closer to Shivan. "He knows we can help him. He just doesn't believe we're worthy of taking his planet from his people," he adds, before pausing for a moment, "Perhaps he's right. But, the Besalisk this far from their little world means mercenaries. Pirates. I doubt we'll see them give in without a strong message," he explains.

Shivan gives a look back towards where the Besalisks and the other black robed figure disappeared to and then back to Kuolo, "He probably won't ask for help." she points out. "I mean, taking his planet from him hasn't been brought to my attention. Or maybe I've missed something." she chuckles. "And I believe that they'll continue to bully the locals for the moment. So maybe it should be talked on with him." she points out.