2008-10-09 - Stranger Danger

A large square opens up before you, and long lines of stalls and shops crowd themselves to fill it. A maze of walkways twist and turn into the various wares, forming an untidy web of passages through the marketplace. Here can be found all manner of tools, gadgets, spare parts and other assorted junk, not to mention a variety of foodstuffs and trinkets.
Many of the traders watch the scene with a hungry gaze; hesitant and wary yet and speaking in careful voices that give the marketplace a garbled, if still noisy backdrop, and more than one merchant can be seen to pack up and leave once a sale has been made. The goods then, while obviously cheap, are perhaps of dubious quality, not to mention origin. Nevertheless, it might be worth having a browse after all.
A rather typical marketday in the desert town. The usual asortment of vagabonds, spacers, scum, and villainy. Amongst the various urchins, a girl in a white serape slinks around, stopping at one end of the market to look around over things.
A Hutt and a droid enter the alleyway and head for the market. The Hutt appears to be sporting several fresh bandages and he curses loudly in Huttese. The droid, battered a little as well, keeps a respectful distance.
Some of the urchins and toughs quickly get out of the way, and Anneke seems to get the hint and slips off to the side too, and then kneels down behind something to watch, carefully. Though for a brief moment she looks at the food stand she is near.
Searching around the marketplace, the Hutt is looking for one thing: bacta. There is none to be had. Though he shouts loudly, Yoruba restrains himself from violence and overt intimidation.
Slipping from her spot, Anneke looks over at the Hutt again, paying careful attention to the Crimelord (If that's what he is). She then looks over the food, "'ow much for one of the sticks'o meat?" She asks, a very streetrat sounding accent. Though probably more Corellian than here.
Yoruba is drawn to the food as well. In Huttese he says, "I am hungry. You, what do you have on the grill today? I'm tired of bantha steaks. Perhaps some Mon Cal? Ho ho ho!" Spotting Neke, he pushes her aside with a powerful arm. "Street rat, out of my way."
Apparently the Vendor thought Anneke wasn't likely to afford food either, as he was ignoring the girl. And as she is pushed aside? She lets out a squeek of surprise and falls to her butt. "Ey!" She calls out in protest, her mouth curled in a sad expression as she starts to get up and dust herself off.
Yoruba glances down at Anneke and speaks in Huttese. "Ho ho ho. Street rat, how would you like to make a few easy credits to buy yourself something to fill your belly until tomorrow?"
Anneke finishes dusting herself off. Looking at the Hutt and biting her lip. She shakes her head and shrugs, and though her goggles hide her eyes, there's an impression that she probably didn't understand the language.
Yoruba snorts and his tail thumps the ground. "Droid, where are you? You are truly a useless machine. I should tear you apart right now if I didn't need you to tell this female street rat what I want!"
Yoruba's Droid shuffles forward and says to Anneke. "My master offers a hundred credits if you will do him a favor."
Anneke's mouth forms into an "O" shape. Then she looks quickly from one side to the other. "Guess it 'pends what it is." She says, biting her lower lip and looking very nervous as her weight shifts from foot to foot.
Yoruba chuckles. "Definitely an outlander! Probably some tourist from the Core, playing poor. A native Mos Eisley street rat would jump at the chance for easy creds. Ho ho ho. Droid, tell this one I wish her to join me in my airspeeder. Ho ho ho."
The droid says, "my master will give you one hundreds credits if you join him in his airspeeder."
"Pends where we're going." The girl says, looking around some more as if looking for the speeder. "Can't be gone long, don't wanna miss the leftovers thrown out from the cafe." She says.
"Ho ho ho. I will take you to a place where you will live the rest of your days in comfort. I will shower you with delights. And you will dance for me from time to time. Ho ho ho. And then, when I tire of you, I will strangle you with my own hands. HO HO HO!" Yoruba leans in close to Anneke.
The droid says, "my master offers room and board if you agree to become a dancer in his employ."
The girl's jaw drops at that, and she points at herself with one hand as she raises her goggles. "Me," She asks, incredulously, she says, finally, her eyes wide, looking even more so because of the clean 'ring' around them where the dust and grime couldn't get to. "I ain't no dancer." A pause, "Ain't even that pretty, didn't think." She seems disbelieving.
Yoruba chuckles and takes Neke's chin in his hand, forcing her head this way and that to have a look at her face. "You are a female and you are not ugly. I don't care if you know how to dance or not. I'll probably kill you sooner rather than later anyway. What do you say?"
The droid translates. "My master believes you are pretty enough and promises you will recieve on the job training."
Anneke squeeks in surprise as her head is suddenly twisted by the hutt for it's viewing pleasure, gasping on her tip-toes. Then she tries to step back away from the hutt to escape his grasp. "I.. Erm..." She says, taking deep breaths. "I think I need ta go tell some people, make sure they ain't gonna worry 'bout me. And get some things." She tries to excuse.
"Street rat, do not play games. You will be leaving all that behind when you join my harem. Come with me now or forget it and you go hungry tonight. Ho ho ho." Yoruba slides back to give the girl some space.
The droid says for his master, "my master requires your service immediately. If you are to accept, you must go with him now."
Almost fearful, the girl looks at the food stand, and then at the Hutt again. Then head shakes quickly. "Ain't able to yet! Sorry!" She says, backing away, until she backs into someone, then she pirouettes and starts to run off, unless stopped somehow.
"Very well street rat. But be warned, I /will/ have you in my harem wearing only a shackle around your neck. Ho ho ho."
The droid says, "my master bids you farewell and says you are welcome to enter his employ anytime."
Category:October 2008 RP Logs