Descriptions:

Ashton
A powerfully built man whose eyes and smile coincide with his young and athletic-looking physique. Averaging these two factors, a guess that the human male is somewhere in his early twenties is close to accurate. His light brown, almost sandy-brown hair is just longer than collar-length with a slight wave at the bottom as if it's starting to curl. He has light hazel eyes, more green than brown, but this changes with his mood or outlook. He is rather average in height; no more than five foot ten inches tall. Ashton is wearing a light blue tunic over a soft white, high-collared shirt. The loose sleeve tunic is belted at the waist with a black utility belt. His black pants are tucked into a pair of knee-high boots, made of a soft black nerf leather. Clipped to his utility belt is a smooth, silver cylinder.
Tai Jinn
A young man of approximately 18 standard human years stands before you. Nothing seems to be exceptionally noticeable about the gentlemen, he seems more or less to be an ordinary run of the mill man. His hair, a blond crew cut style has a couple of bright red highlights that streak through it. In addition there is a braid that falls down his shoulders, the color intermixing between red and yellow. He seems to have a boyish type face, with large bright green eyes, something that is struggling to look more adult as time progresses. The dimples in his cheeks seem to indicate that he is the smiling type and compliment his nose quite well. Full lips seem to be a bit red even though his skin complexion is a darkish tan.
His body is a thin looking, almost to a near sickly extent appearance in some places. However, despite the skinniness, it is quite evident he has varying degrees of muscle. He is clad in only a white T-shirt with no sleeves. (wife beater) that clings to his body as if it's a second skin, revealing chest muscles and ribs. His legs are clad in a pair of plain brown shorts that show legs which most likely are the strongest muscles in his body. His feet are clad in plain black boots.
Moira
This Padawan learner is a human female, about 5 foot 5 inches in height. She is probably in her early twenties, though something about her makes her look younger. Perhaps it's the expression in her large blue-green eyes. Not quite innocence, but something akin to it. Moira has a kind face, heart shaped with a gently sloping nose. She's pale of complexion, with rosy cheeks and delicately shaped eyebrows. Her hair is ash blonde and board straight, pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of her way. Her face bears an open and friendly look, completely free of any artifice or insincerity. An Ossus native, the girl's voice bears the slightest accent, the only remainder of home she carries with her.
Moira seems to have rethought the whole 'inconspicuous' look, choosing to walk the line between ragged and overdressed. Hey, at least she's trying to fit in. The work shirt that proclaimed her to be 'Eloise' is gone, having been replaced by a chocolate brown top made of some kind of bumpy if soft fabric (think terry cloth). It's got a v-neck, though it doesn't reveal anything beyond the top of her breastbone. Long sleeves get a little wider at the cuff, allowing a bit more freedom of movement in the wrist. The pair of black slacks, however, remains. They're obviously borrowed, because the hems have been rolled up into thick cuffs. There are a good six pockets in these pants, and the chances are good that there's something in each pocket. The pants have seen better days, for they look a bit tattered. Also, they're a bit baggy on the girl's little frame. While a small thing, Moira Brennan isn't scrawny. There is strength in her, though it is easy to underestimate based on appearance.
Bode
Long strings of filthy hair fall from this woman's head, they cover her shoulders and face, leaving small tracks where the go. Her eyes are hidden behind such strings, or constantly lowered lids. Surrounded by the thick black circles that seem to propagate down here, they couldn't be that pretty any way. A thin tall, if stooped frame holds an ancient blouse that long ago gave way to moths, holes appearing all through out it. Her skirt is caked in mud and grime, though it has still been carefully split up the side to show a nice bit of leg, which never does manage to make its way into sight. A thick shawl made of some carcass, better not think what from, hangs loosely around her shoulders, though she pulls it tight to try and keep the warmth in when she can. She eyes the street with open greed and occasionally accosts the passerby, though is rudely rebuffed and shoved aside.
Walking down the street is a lone man who looks to be an out of work Technician, his name is Tai. Further behind him, down the road Is Moira, but Tai entered the area first. He's not much to look at from a distance, but he does have a certain charm about him. Boyish eyes and a fairly boyish face add to that charm. His shirt and clothing reveal the body that is underneath, slightly thin but containing muscle nonetheless. Continuing down the street, down the middle of it, he wears a tired, worn expression on his face.
Courtyard - Jedi Complex Coruscant
This vast courtyard is where much of the daily life of the Jedi can be observed. A park-like area near the bridge is often used as a study area, and the open areas in that park are teaming with life as students and teachers alike take part in sports and athletic activities, honing the body. At each corner of the square compound is a tower that is easily 200 stories high. Paths criss-cross the entire compound and run the perimeter, from tower to tower. At the north end of the compound is a large hill constructed of many different types and sizes of boulders.
In the center of the courtyard is the largest tower, rising another 100 stories above the other towers in the complex. The double-wide, ornate doors to this tower are always open. Unlike the other towers, this one has a wide section near the top that removes the tapered look the other towers have. Above this bulge is where the Jedi Council Chamber is located.
Stepping from the Residence towers, Tai strolls casually through the courtyard, dressed in his civilian clothing, the same general dress that gives him the appearance of a tech or something related. The only difference is that he carries with him not one, but two practice sabers, both of which are placed under his shorts on leg holsters, safely out of view. Passing through the courtyard, Tai pauses and spots Moira, gently brushing her with the force to get her attention before sending a silent message, continuing all the while towards the bridge.
The little one, chatting with another Padawan near one of the trees, suddenly blinks. Excusing herself from the other's company, Moira makes her way through the courtyard at a trot, retracing almost exactly Tai's steps. Luckily, she's in her 'going out' clothes, though she looks a little nicer than she did during her last trip down. Ashton's loaned saber in her knee pocket, though it's neither visible, nor likely that the girl will draw it at any time. She'd probably just run, first. And other than that, she's unarmed. Does this give her pause? No, of course not, and soon she's nearing Tai. She says nothing, though she brushes back, in a simple reply. Something like, "Coming."
Pausing and looking back at Moira, Tai waits for her to catch up with a smile on his face. Once she's in range to hear his voice, he speaks to her. "I thought a walk would do us good... and figured you might have an itching to go out and see if you can find Bode. That, and since my night training was cancelled I have some spare time, no one I'd rather spend it with." Winking at her, he crosses his arms over his chest to wait for her.
The girl reaches Tai, and slows to a walk. "Why, thank you." Moira says, with a smile. "I'd like to spend time with you, as well. You're far more interesting than my current book. "The Native Plants of Jerrilek." There's a pause, as Moira tries to phrase the next statement, but there's no easy and tactful way to say it. So, she just spits it out. "You know he might try to attack you. Or us." She gazes at Tai with a serious look on her face. "Thank you."
Tenement Square Coruscant
This place resembles a junk yard with all the discarded wrecked ships and equipment lying about. Upon closer inspection, it appears as if some of the junk has been converted into some sort of living quarters hence the name of this place. An occasional spider-roach scurries up along side of one of the wrecks while a tail of some armored rat disappears into the shadows beneath another. Off in one area, the only thing resembling actual intentional construction, is the local tavern. Quite a ruckus can be heard emanating from the Tavern's direction.
Making her way into the dark street is a young blonde woman, on the short side of average. She's definitely no beggar, but exactly what she is might not be clear. Not too rich, not with those ratty pants. But not poor- did you get a look at those hands? Not a speck of dirt on them, and gracious, her fingernails are unbroken. Moira's face is bare for the world to see- tonight, she's not concealing her identity, not letting her hair hide her features. If she is to meet Bode, she wants to do so with honesty. Why give him yet another reason to distrust her?
A figure huddles beneath a make shift tin leans to, It faces a small fire, and it's back to the world. Slowly warming itself, the thick brown filth ridden fur lined coat, spread around it. The thin emaciated figure beneath the blanket appears to be either dead, or soundly asleep, for it does not move. A whore on that every street corner watches the figure, occasionally tossing greed filled glances its way. She looks up, and licks her lips, ooo, fresh meat. She straightens her hair, as best she can, and readies a tired speech in her mind. Than she stops, her gaze floating past the technician to the woman far behind him, damn. She will have to speak to the mechanic later, duty calls. However she still attempts to straighten her appearance out.
A shadowy figure trails behind Moira, shielding himself from detection by remaining in the shadows as well as shielding himself from discovery from any Force Users in the area. If and when anyone directs any attention to him at all, all they see is a drunk clinging to a wall or pole or whatever else is nearby.
The tech continues on his way, looking rather unhappy about the course life has taken him. Glancing about, he finds a corner to sit at by a building, one of the few that are empty. There's probably a good reason for that as well, the stench is nearly overpowering, but he does sit anyway, and closes his eyes as if he's catching some rest. Business is tough for everyone anymore it seems, even decent ship repairers are hard pressed to find any sort of work.
Taking a moment, as if to tie her shoe, Moira lets Tai get a head of her. Then, she enters the alleyway proper, separately from Tai. She stops a good seven, ten feet from the tin shelter where Bode was last seen hiding. "Jasir?" she asks, using the given alias. "Is that you? I came to check on you." That's all she says, these words of concern. And she is concerned...but she also doesn't get too close. Not that she even thinks Bode is the one in the shelter. Who knows who it is, since she can't see a face. She reaches out with the Force to check for a familiar feeling, a familiar presence- though her knowledge of how Bode 'feels' is limited, thanks to the scarcity of her encounters with him. None the less, she stands her ground, waiting for an answer.
The woman eyes Moira as she heads for the alley, a questioning look crossing her face, oh shit. She quickly heads after her, "Milady? Milady? she asks in a rasping alto, don't bother 'im, you leave 'im be. He's not y'r type," she spits on the ground "Pre'y lady." her voice thick with an underworld accent. She eyes the Jedi closely and slides between her and the lean-to protectively.
That hunting experience with Randy had been very educational for Ashton and he slides into another corner of complete darkness, eyes watching as the two newcomers to this area pause in this area. As Moira reaches out with the Force, Ashton calms himself and quiets his own Force presence again. he had almost reached out to probe the darkness. What a mistake that might have been.
The young woman turns to look at the woman who has approached her, blue-green eyes blinking a few times as she takes in the other's sudden interest. "I don't mean any harm." Moira gazes at the figure in the shack, frowning ever so slightly, and then looking back to the ragged woman. "I'm looking for someone named Jasir. He was staying in that lean-to? Do you know if he's well?" Peculiar, most peculiar. For now, Moira doesn't explain how she knows 'Jasir,' her own identity, any of that. Just asks questions, and tries to make a plan of how to proceed.
The woman eyes the Jedi with suspicion, what d' y' want 'ol Jasir for? hmmmmmmmm? He is no' of y' worl' prey lady, go 'way!" she makes a shooing motion with her hands, trying to brush the Jedi away, "Y' le' 'im sleep, go 'way now uplander!" her raspy voice riseing.'
The tech continues to apparently sleep by his building, eyes closed as he dozes in and out of the world of the awake. Of course, appearances in Tai's case can often be deceiving, he is very alert and listening very much to what's going on around him, particularly concerning the uplander.
Ashton finds that his place is perfect for seeing and somewhat hearing what is going on around him, so remains motionless. While his attention is on Moira and the woman, he casts several glances in Tai's direction.
At the flurry of hands, Moira takes one step back, to give the woman a little space. "I want to make sure he's well. That's all." However, suspicion is beginning to flicker across her mind. Whoever it is in the shelter, it's not Bode. So either he's fooled the locals into thinking it's him and taken a new disguise or left altogether, or this woman is covering for him. Either way, something's fishy. "I will certainly let him sleep, you need not worry. But can't those of 'my world' be concerned about those we encounter? I'm a person too, just like you. Don't you get concerned when you meet someone who looks ill?" And so, Moira lobs the ball back into the underworld woman's court, turning the questions back on her. Hopefully, this woman will see that they have some common humanity, and the beggar woman will stop treating her as someone come down to 'toy' with Jasir. That's an ideal, of course, and might not work. But at least it'll stall for time, while Moira thinks of what to do next.
Cackling laughter, that quickly turns into a rough cough, sounds throughout the alley, "We?...stop see if 'e ok help sick man? That funny one pre'y lady. No, 'ere, you no survive y' stop to help sick person. They stab y', so stab first, and take 'em's valeebels." assumedly she meant valuables, but the point still stands. She straightens from her bent laughing posture and spits again, while picking up her shooing motions yet again, slowly backing the Jedi out of the alleyway.
As the old 'woman' shoos Moira back, they come much closer to Ashton than he had anticipated. But that wasn't much of a problem. Unless either of them could see heat signatures, the Guardian was sure they couldn't spot him. After all, the Sith had never even laid eyes on him when he tailed them around Corellia.
And the shooing motions cease to work as they used to, for Moira Brennan plants her feet where they are, and stands her ground, looking up at the woman. So what if she gets hit by the approaching hands? "I don't think stabbing each other is a very good way to live." Moira says, quietly but firmly. "You must spend a good deal of your time looking over your shoulder. Whereas, if you helped each other out, there would be trust between you, and you'd probably all live a little bit more comfortably." Yes, more ideals. And Moira is fully aware that it's not real likely this will ever happen 'down here.' But it's her opinion of the situation, and she's more than willing to share it. "Well, you're helping a sick person now, aren't you? You're trying to drive me off, so I won't bother him. But what do you think I'm going to do to him?" A pause, and she says in a matter-of-fact voice "Or, what are -you- going to do to him after I leave?" Now, Moira knows it's not Bode in the shelter. But does this woman? And if she knows, what's she trying to protect?
The woman's eyes narrow as the Jedi assaults her way of life, than narrow to only slits her face schruning in around them, "I do no' thin' to poor Jasi' he do somthin' for me though, ask me do thi' for 'im, I glad to. Clear an oweing, he say y' come back, not let y' in alley. I say yes." the woman hauls back and tries to shove the Jedi out of the alleyway, her shawl flying about.
Ashton furrows his brow, although it cannot be seen from his dark hiding place. His eyes flicker towards Tai, who is across the way from where he is - the two 'women' between them. If this person wasn't assisting the mission, he wondered why Moira was even bothering with her. Something didn't ring quite right here. Eyes ever alert, he continues to watch as the scene unfolds.
Though she's not so great with a lightsaber, Moira -does- know how to see a blow coming. Her masters would be so proud that she can at least dodge thrown punches. Or hey, maybe they wouldn't- one can never tell. She immediately drops and rolls aside, springing back to her feet a foot or two to the woman's right. "I must ask you not to touch me." Moira says, politely but firmly. "I have not tried to harm you, and I will not try to harm you." Indeed, something -is- off here. But what is it? First she speaks of stabbing people while they're down, and now she's protecting someone who's not Jasir-Bode. Moira again reaches out with the Force, this time to the woman. It's just a gentle attempt to get a hold of who this is, check her to see if she feels familiar- might be an associate of Bode's, and if so, Davros could tell her who it was likely to be.
Ah yes, blows being thrown towards Moira. If anything will get Tai to move, that's it, and he does. His steps are quick but firm as he rises to his feet and begins to head in the direction of the two women. His hands are no where near to where his lightsabers are, but his hands are enough as well. His path attempts to cross theirs at the quickest point and he doesn't attempt to hide his oncoming.
The woman's forward momentum carries her a bit and she stumbles. standing and shaking her self she looks around frightened, that lady moved waaaaaayyyy to well. The whore backs away and falls over the tin lean to, sending out a cacophony of thunder. She becomes entangled with 'Jasir'. By the time she gets free the dummy construct is torn asunder. Standing the woman turns and begins to flee down the ally, casting terrified glances over her shoulder. That's one debt repaid, one to go, Tai. The name forces her face to turn away from the people behind her the sneer something not even he can hide. The woman flees down an alley and weaves throughout the crashed crafts and refuse. Once out of sight she abandons the guise of old hag, moving with a swiftness that the hooker could never match. He has to get off the damned planet!
Tai approaches Moira and watches as Bode leaves, figuring he has no reason to conceal himself anymore, he walks the rest of the way to the female Jedi and talks quietly to her. "You're alright." It's not a question, more of an observation he makes. Eyes trace the retreating man and ignore for the most part those of the others about him. Perhaps he'll have to spend some time with Moira working on her etiquette and street skills, something he's picked up a bit while wandering Corellia.
Standing her ground as Bode runs off, Moira turns her eyes on Tai. "That was Bode," she says. Not that it's not obvious, by now. "Hope he doesn't hurt himself running off." She nods to the comment about being alright- it's obvious that she is- and then sighs. "Well, that went badly. But at least no one got hurt." Hmm, and how can she salvage this wreck of an evening? Oh! "Would you mind making one last stop with me? I'd like to check and see if Quientin is anywhere to be found."
Tai nods to Moira and begins to head down the street, to get out of the underground while they can. "Absolutely, why don't you lead the way though, since I have no idea where this might be." Looking to her, he quirks an eyebrow waiting for her to lead the way or at least share their destination.
Moira nods, and begins to head up towards the less disreputable parts of the city. "Well, as he wasn't at the military buildings earlier, I thought I'd try the Spires, or some of the other social places. Maybe then I can find out how to make an appointment to see him. Ashton had suggested I ask the military to sell me some of the parts for what will eventually be a lightsaber, and Kastanje said Quientin would be the guy to talk to." She doesn't smile, though her voice doesn't carry any note of unhappiness. She's just feeling very serious in the wake of Bode's running off.
Republic Way Coruscant
Republic Way stretches across the government section of this sector, running east to west. The thoroughfare is wide enough to accommodate 3 lanes of hover-vehicle traffic in each way along the actual roadway, with wide sidewalks along either side for foot traffic. The street is lined with cyan-tinted streetlights and security camera cover every inch of the road. Expensive shops line the south side of the roadway, catering to the wealthier beings that frequent this sector.
To the north is entrance to the massive complex that is the home and training center of the mystical warriors known as Jedi. The massive gates stand wide open without a guard in sight. But it's the vast bridge beyond the gate that is the daunting first step to reach the complex on the other side of the vast chasm.
Tai nods to Moira and follows her about through the city going wherever she leads him, walking silently and preserving the stoic mood she is, not trying to lighten it. If it's the place she chooses to put her spirit, he's not one to disrupt it.
Quientin stands silently on the street corner, looking this way and that slowly, seeming perhaps a bit lost.
Moira weaves through the city, Tai in tow. Stopping just outside the Jedi Complex, she looks over at Tai. "You wouldn't happen to have..." And then she suddenly breaks off. There's the man she was looking for, just standing there on the street corner. For the first time since Bode ran off, a smile flickers across her face. "Well, my word. C'mon, Tai." And without thinking about what she's doing, the little one reaches out to grab Tai's hand and drag him after her. Not that he'd need to be physically dragged, but does Moira take this into account? No, of course not. Even if she misses the hand, off she goes towards the Chief. A little of the bounce back in her step, she stops by Quientin. "Evening, Chief of Maintenance Quientin."
Quientin blinks and looks up and over towards Moira. A slight smile crossing his face, "Evening Ma'am." bowing his head slightly in her direction, "Any reason for the formality of the greeting?"
Moira doesn't miss Tai's hand, but gets a good grasp on it. Getting tugged in the direction of wherever, he follows quickly behind her, mind beginning to wander to other places as usual.
"No, no particular reason. But I do actually have a favor to ask." And then, with a smile, she adds "And ma'am is so impersonal. I'm not even a Knight. Moira will be fine." Looking over at Tai to make sure he's okay, Moi takes a moment before continuing. "I'm supposed to be building a lightsaber. And Ashton suggested I try army surplus parts. When we asked Kastanje who to go to about finding them, she said to try you."
Quientin nods and says, "Well she would be right, I can get pretty much any part from the surplus...plus some..." looking over to her slightly interested, "What exactly do you need?"
Tai just stands there, hand in hand with Moira as he watches her talk to Quientin in order to get her parts. Not having much to say, he lets his mind drift to some new techniques he's going to try out. I like swords.
The girl reaches down to her right knee, opening the pocket at that location. Then, she withdraws her 'list,' on which she has documented the things she thinks she'll need. She reaches out, offering it to Quientin. "Here. This is a list of the basic parts. If you want, I can help you look. Or, I don't know. Clean your office in return, or something."
Quientin nods slowly as he looks over the list. Looking back up to Moira, "Well this shouldn't be to hard. Just drop by my office in a couple of days and I should have them ready for you.."
Moira blinks, pleasantly surprised. "Really? Wow, thank you. If you need my assistance with anything, or have any questions, feel free to come by." Wow, again. That was far too easy...wasn't this supposed to be hard? "If you'd like, I can help you pull these things. Or something. Though if you don't want non-military personnel rummaging about in your storage, I'll understand completely."
Quientin chuckles and says, "Really ya don't need to." he smiles and says, "I think I know where most of these things can be found with relatively little or no effort..."
"Okay," Moira says. "I just don't want to inconvenience you. Thanks again for your help." Moira smiles brightly, and then says, "Can we help you with something? When we first came over, you seemed a little lost."
Quientin chuckles softly and looks slowly about and says, "This place is just so sprawling, I still don't really know my way about..."
Moira nods, understanding. "It can be really hard to find your way around. Is there someplace in particular you want to go, or are you just out and about?" Moira awaits the answer quietly, for if there's a specific destination, maybe she and Tai can help.
Quientin shrugs, "Just trying to learn my way around...Don't have much better to do on my off time for now.."
"Well, that's a good way to learn your way around." Moira says. Blinking a few times to moisten her tired eyes, Moira realizes she really ought to head back home, to do her nightly ritual of meditating and sleeping. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to excuse myself." She says, looking from Quientin to Tai. "Thanks again for your help, Quientin. I'll be by to see you in a few days."
Quientin nods and smiles, "Night Moira."
Moira smiles in her usual cheerful way, but it's slowly becoming obvious she ought to go sleep. "Good night." She says before turning and heading back into the Jedi complex. Her small shape becomes smaller and smaller, until it disappears across the bridge and into one of the buildings.
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