Missing, Part 4
Missing, Part 4
Changes in Time
Atton sat at the table fishing his hand in a pickle jar. When he finnaly managed to grab a slice of pickle, his hand got stuck in the jar.
“Wretched jar!”
He cursed before hitting his jared hand on the table.
Alora walked in and staired blankly at Atton’s behavior to the hapless pickle jar.
“Hey Atton, ever try pulling the jar?”
He staired at Alora and then back to the jar. He tried- and succeeded in pulling the jar off his hand. He staired at his hand like he’d just seen a unicorn fly.
“And here we have it, the dumbass of the crew.” Alora said before she left.
*******
Recently, Jessicas been looking a bit more sinester, and not in a good way. Maybe killing has gone to her head and got locked in there with the key thrown away. Instead of the sky-blue color her eyes glowed, it looked a tad reddish. Bad mixture. Well, when Alora was Revan, she could be mistaken for a guy or Bastila.
Alora walked down the ramp of the ‘Hawk’. She walked to the exit door.
“Maybe, when theres new people, they should hand out maps.” Alora thought.
She randomly chose a hall to walk down, mostly a dead end. She finnaly gave in and decided to find a guide or someone to help her get through. Since she found her way to the cantina she decided to stop by and grab a drink. When she walked into the cantina, she was blown back by how everything was set up. It looked like Taris’s cantina, exept smaller. There were two large pazaak tables almost all the way filled with pazaak players. There was another room but from where Alora was standing, she could only see a table and part of the bar.
Just when she was about to walk into the next open room someone stopped her.
“Excuse me ma’am. Mind playing a quick round of pazaak.?”
Alora looked over to see a young woman sitting at one of the pazaak tables shuffling her deck of cards. Alora smiled, but had a weird feeling coming from the girl.
“Not at all.”
She sat down across from the woman.
“Whats your name?” The woman asked.
“Ally, Ally Leer. Yours?”
“Andria Hudson.”
Alora reached into her pocket and pulled out her deck of cards. She looked at them. They were ripped and bairly had color. She set them on the table not worring about shffling them.
“Nice deck of cards you got there.” Andria said in sarcasm setting her cards infront of Alora’s.
“Haven’t played pazaak in a couple of years now.”
“Oh really? I go easy on you then.”
After a couple of rounds, Alora gave up. Andria was too good. Alora threw a few credits over to Andria. Alora still had a strange feeling about her, not that she was ugly, she was actually very pretty. Although her face could represent the lightside and darkside. It was a feeling she never felt before (NOT LOVE!). It was a feeing she had when she first met Jessica.
“Now to get that drink I wanted.” Alora thought standing up from the table.
“Wait!”
Alora turned around with Andria face to face with her. Actually not really face to face. Andria was a bit taller and looked a bit older.
“Are you the pilot of the Ebon Hawk, the ship parked in Hanger 2?”
“Well, um, no, but I flew it once.”
“But you still have it in your possession, right?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“I want to come with you. I can fight and look after myself.”
“Well, I dont know. Ive know, Atton for awhile and I dont even trust him.”
“But you let him come along?”
“No, he let me come along.”
Alora started to walk away again but Andria stopped her, again.
“Wait, Alora!”
Alora spun around.
“What did you call me?”
“Alora. Isnt that your name?”
“Yes, but not the name I gave you.”
“Every crew has to know their member’s names.”
“YOUR NOT PART OF THE CREW AND THERE IS NO CREW!!”
“Someones got a attitude.”
“Do not!”
“Do too.”
“If I let you come along, will you shut up?”
“Possibly, yes.”
“FINE! You can come along, but don’t count on me, or anyone to watch your back. But right now, im getting that drink I wanted.”
Alora turned back around and stopped from what she saw. Sitting at the bar, there was someone who looked like an older virsion on Carth. Not to mention he was Carth. Alora nearly screamed before hiding around the corner.
“What? I didnt think the dancers were bad, actually horrible, but give em’ credit for trying.”
“NOT THAT! Do you see that guy sitting at the bar?”
“Yea, not to mention theres a couple ‘guys’ sitting at the bar.”
“No, the one with the tacky outfit.”
“Oh. That’s Admiral Onasi.”
“You think?!”
“Have a fine to pay off or somthing?”
“Not at all.”
“Then why are you hiding?”
“You know, theres a wonderful crew on the Ebon Hawk just waiting to meet you. We better go before I make you or change my mind!”
“Sheesh, someones got an attitude.”
“Do not!”
“Do too!”
“Havent we already been over this?”
“Yes but its very amusing!”
Alora threw her hands up in the air then stormed out of the cantina.
“But what about the drinks?” Andria called running after her.
*******
“For the last time, no!”
“Dee-reet-reet.” T3 chimed.
“Because, you’re programed to force your opponent to go first, and nothing will convince me the coputer doesn’t cheat.”
“Dee-reee-deet, doo-deet. Dee-reet?”
“Even if I didn’t have to go first and somehow I didn’t suspect you of counting cards, I still wouldn’t play with a trash compactor.”
“Dwoooooooo.” T3 hummed. “Dee-dee-deet. Dweet?”
“Yeah? How many credits?”
I loved this chapter, but I found it a little strange that this Andria girl just popped in. Then again, so did Mission and Zaalbar. *shurgs shoulders*
As always loved the detail and dialogue, so keep them coming! :D
Starr
Thanks for writing about me! you rock! i’m awesome! oh yeah! what happens next! can’t wait!
Okay,