Entry Number 050603A
Staring through the window, I notice that we were landing on a clear opening beside a large establishment, although it was on the outskirts of the famous casinos Raller hosted. Outside, I could see men and women armed with blasters and wearing broken or chipped Stormtrooper uniforms. Deserters.
I helped Navaien off the floor as he closed the pad, staring down at the one differently dressed woman through the glass, her blonde hair starting to uncurl from her braid.
"There's no Resistance base here. Not one person in sight that could be of our cause." He says, his fingers lingering beside my hand. I nod, glancing sideways at Rogan and Rose who were equipping themselves with hidden blades and blasters. Raller spoke through a commlink to the woman at the ground.
When the door opened, all weapons were aimed at us. As protocol, we raised our hands, hoping that we wouldn't be sent back to the control ship so fast. Four children, inexperienced, trying to go on a mission alone. Even dressed well, for Force's sake.
I watch Raller exit first, the heavy material of his boots leaving indents into the ground. The woman, who had been holding a blaster rifle directly at me raised her hand and the people set down their weapons, but still maintained clear and threatening eye-contact with us.
"Don't shoot. Treat them as guests." Iomna speaks, ducking underneath the short door and entering what I could only assume was a bar of sorts, coming from the music. I saw the beads of the door jingle and soon, the people disbanded, leaving the blonde woman and a few deserter shooters walk us inside the bar.
This was a regular dining bar. It wasn't what I expected of Bight, but people needed to drink their sorrows somewhere. I looked at the different species all hanging about the bar and the desks, sharing credits, spilling alcohol over themselves. Turning my head, I noticed the Cantina band playing gentle music, though that didn't ease my mind at all.
"Come on, move it." I noticed the blonde woman's eyes become stern, turquoise blue inspecting me before she pushed me a little roughly into a darker room. I hissed, glaring at her before I was stopped by Navaien. "You don't want to start a fuss. We're First Order. We'll make a bigger scene if all these people here find out." I see where his eyes are pointed, making a quick nod. I didn't like the eyes of those bounty hunters staring at us. "Since when is this a 'we' thing?" I grumble but don't let it get to me, thankful that I'm not cuffed yet.
Raller sits by the bar as the music reaches us even here, in what seems like a closed off room for discussing deals. This place must be a relic from the Empire. I look around before I am sat down by the blonde woman, almost pushing me off the high chair with her force. The insignia on her jacket sleeve is a Resistance patch. That's an old jacket, and I look at her like I've known her my entire life.
"Fine, I get it, you don't have to be pushy." Rose growls at Raller, sitting down in one of the chairs herself and crossing her arms. Raller laughs, staring at Onré who only pours him a glass of something brown and minty. "That's what happens when you don't listen to your father. Didn't I tell you not to run off with your mother on those blasted ships?"
I look back and forth from Raller to Rose, the uncomfortable silence filling the air quite quickly. That's how she's so good at Sabbac, then. I figure out Rose didn't want this to be found out, as she curses underneath her breath. "So what, you're a Resistance sympathiser then?"
Raller shrugs, looking at Kandosii beside him. She's so much older than the interviews say.
"I always have been. Not that you'd know what it's all about." He hums, lighting another cigarette from his shining box. I stare at it curiously, not being able to read the inscription on it. "But, if you're so keen on looking for Resistance people here, go ahead. I'm leaving you a ship to investigate the planet."
Rogan and Rose are almost off their chairs when Raller looks up from the tip of his cigarette, raising two fingers as the entrance from where we came was blocked by a large man of Outer Rim origin. Frost and Rellia sit down again.
"If, and only if-" He says, taking a nice, long puff. "I send a man with you." Rogan stiffens at the idea, but Rose nods immediately, obviously uncomfortable in this setting. The man moves and Rose and Rogan leave, dragging Navaien with, being followed by a woman in a dark coat and what I can make out of a rifle strapped to her back. Navaien sighs heavily and turns to Onré who only looks down, continuing her business of cleaning empty glasses. It seemed like they were waiting for me to speak.
I helped Navaien off the floor as he closed the pad, staring down at the one differently dressed woman through the glass, her blonde hair starting to uncurl from her braid.
"There's no Resistance base here. Not one person in sight that could be of our cause." He says, his fingers lingering beside my hand. I nod, glancing sideways at Rogan and Rose who were equipping themselves with hidden blades and blasters. Raller spoke through a commlink to the woman at the ground.
When the door opened, all weapons were aimed at us. As protocol, we raised our hands, hoping that we wouldn't be sent back to the control ship so fast. Four children, inexperienced, trying to go on a mission alone. Even dressed well, for Force's sake.
I watch Raller exit first, the heavy material of his boots leaving indents into the ground. The woman, who had been holding a blaster rifle directly at me raised her hand and the people set down their weapons, but still maintained clear and threatening eye-contact with us.
"Don't shoot. Treat them as guests." Iomna speaks, ducking underneath the short door and entering what I could only assume was a bar of sorts, coming from the music. I saw the beads of the door jingle and soon, the people disbanded, leaving the blonde woman and a few deserter shooters walk us inside the bar.
This was a regular dining bar. It wasn't what I expected of Bight, but people needed to drink their sorrows somewhere. I looked at the different species all hanging about the bar and the desks, sharing credits, spilling alcohol over themselves. Turning my head, I noticed the Cantina band playing gentle music, though that didn't ease my mind at all.
"Come on, move it." I noticed the blonde woman's eyes become stern, turquoise blue inspecting me before she pushed me a little roughly into a darker room. I hissed, glaring at her before I was stopped by Navaien. "You don't want to start a fuss. We're First Order. We'll make a bigger scene if all these people here find out." I see where his eyes are pointed, making a quick nod. I didn't like the eyes of those bounty hunters staring at us. "Since when is this a 'we' thing?" I grumble but don't let it get to me, thankful that I'm not cuffed yet.
Raller sits by the bar as the music reaches us even here, in what seems like a closed off room for discussing deals. This place must be a relic from the Empire. I look around before I am sat down by the blonde woman, almost pushing me off the high chair with her force. The insignia on her jacket sleeve is a Resistance patch. That's an old jacket, and I look at her like I've known her my entire life.
"Fine, I get it, you don't have to be pushy." Rose growls at Raller, sitting down in one of the chairs herself and crossing her arms. Raller laughs, staring at Onré who only pours him a glass of something brown and minty. "That's what happens when you don't listen to your father. Didn't I tell you not to run off with your mother on those blasted ships?"
I look back and forth from Raller to Rose, the uncomfortable silence filling the air quite quickly. That's how she's so good at Sabbac, then. I figure out Rose didn't want this to be found out, as she curses underneath her breath. "So what, you're a Resistance sympathiser then?"
Raller shrugs, looking at Kandosii beside him. She's so much older than the interviews say.
"I always have been. Not that you'd know what it's all about." He hums, lighting another cigarette from his shining box. I stare at it curiously, not being able to read the inscription on it. "But, if you're so keen on looking for Resistance people here, go ahead. I'm leaving you a ship to investigate the planet."
Rogan and Rose are almost off their chairs when Raller looks up from the tip of his cigarette, raising two fingers as the entrance from where we came was blocked by a large man of Outer Rim origin. Frost and Rellia sit down again.
"If, and only if-" He says, taking a nice, long puff. "I send a man with you." Rogan stiffens at the idea, but Rose nods immediately, obviously uncomfortable in this setting. The man moves and Rose and Rogan leave, dragging Navaien with, being followed by a woman in a dark coat and what I can make out of a rifle strapped to her back. Navaien sighs heavily and turns to Onré who only looks down, continuing her business of cleaning empty glasses. It seemed like they were waiting for me to speak.