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Post by Aldric Cibre on Mar 11, 2015 19:14:23 GMT -8
Quinn Leer
Coruscant...It had been a short time now since Quinn Leer had returned to Coruscant for the first time since the time slip. Her intention was to find Aldric and get him to help both return to their original time and in a cure for her mother. He had regretted to inform her at the time that he had no information to help her in either area. Temporal physics had been an area Aldric only allowed himself limited information in... the field of science before now having been little more then a hypothesis. Now though it seemed he was in dire need of a larger knowledge in that area, and so he had taken up the study more fully. In the mean time he had referred Quinn to... his father; who had been a little more prepared to help with something similar to the illness that was plaguing Leer's family line. While this was happening, Aldric and Quinn had worked on a case or two to pass the time, Aldric needing desperately any work of the kind that he could get his hands on in order to be able to re-create a reputation for himself in this timeline. The two of them had worked tirelessly on another case the night before... but never made it home to the apartment that night, the both of them being caught off guard when they were being tailed. Deep in the undercity of Coruscant had been when Aldric had first noticed that they were picking up a few thugs following them, and it wasn't much longer then that that he narrowed down that they were lower class bounty hunters from Tatooine. This being evident in the formation they were using, the numbers it took them to do it, and the fact there was considerable dust damage to the clothing they wore. Despite having lost the element of surprise, they continued to box them in. Aldric and Quinn avoided them for a time, eventually getting away from them and back to the dingy apartment complex that Aldric currently lived in. Before they entered the building though, they were once more ambushed; and not for Lack of Aldric losing the men tailing them, but simply because there were some already waiting for the two of them... apparently he was popular enough in this time that the Hutts had his address... that was nice... They had been gassed by something, but the effects Quickly wore off of Aldric, leaving him with a bashing on the head instead for the remainder of the trip. The shuttle ride went by quite quickly when you weren't awake... When the two of them would wake, they would be in a cell in the dungeons of the Hutt's palace on Tatooine. The floor was still covered in sand, even this deep into the facility. Both Aldric and Quinn had been stripped of anything of value, left with absolutely nothing electronic and Aldric was down to his trousers, shoes, and shirt. His jacket, coat, tools and bag were all missing, along with the simplest of devices as even his chrono-meter. Without it he couldn't even tell what time it was on the world, there being very little light in the area they were in. He sniffed the air, trying to get a sense of where he was, but there were far too many foul smells for him to be able to differentiate between any of them. Each of them masking the other. He shook his head, groaning a little as he moved up to the door, peeking around out side the cell. His hands were bound behind his back, and as he found out, so were his ankles. Instead of a swift strife to the door, he caught himself and fell forward into the sand covered floor with a groan. Thank goodness Quinn wasn't awake yet. They hit to his head must have left a little more damage then he had thought. He shook it off and moved to free himself now, pulling himself into a fetal position that allowed him to slip his arms in front of himself. From there he was able to untie his ankles swiftly... no knot being too much for Aldric, before he was moving back to his feet and again began to look to his surroundings. It was an electronic lock, but given enough time he could rewire it and free them.
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Post by Quinn Leer on Mar 16, 2015 17:20:40 GMT -8
Maybe for Aldric it felt like a short stay on Coruscant, but for Quinn it felt long. Since coming through the time slip she had been adopted into Revan's group of...whatever it was they were. Revan was powerful and had afforded Quinn a number of opportunities to learn new skills. However, her loyalty to her mother and family was stronger than the shaky loyalty she had for Revan. So, when he and Jareth had left on some kind of Sith mission, she had seized the opportunity to slip off to Coruscant to see if Aldric had figured a way to take them home. He hadn't and now she remained stuck with him until his father researched her mother's mental illness. Quinn needed to leave the planet soon and return to Revan and Jareth sooner rather than later. The last thing she wanted was to face either of their wrath. In fact, after this cases he fully intended to leave the planet.
However, as per usual, the universe had an alternate plan for the two. During their time together, Quinn and Aldric had fallen into their old pattern. Aldric was of course the detective while Quinn acted as a sort of assistant. He was perfectly capable of solving the cases on his own but he seemed quite insistent on bringing her with him as to not "leave her alone with his things". The two had just finished a case when Aldric noticed they were being followed. Despite their best efforts to evade their captors the two were taken once they reached the apartment. In the moments before being gassed, Quinn worried that Revan or Jareth had sent men after her. They had just been on Tatooine and seeing as how the kidnappers were as well it was not a big logical leap.
During the trip Quinn only woke up once, and while still groggy the men who had taken them knocked her out once again with a chemical soaked rag to her face. Aldric had woken up before her and the men were more ready to knock her out than they had with him. Since Quinn was significantly smaller than Aldric the drug had a longer lasting affect on her than it had on him. By the time her eyes opened Aldric was already at work on the lock.
She was groggy, her head pounding and her stomach threatened to evacuate everything she had eaten in the past twenty four hours. Quinn let out a groan and rolled onto her belly. The guards had been kind enough to lay her on her side so that she wouldn't asphyxiate should she vomit. Her blurry vision slowly came into focus and she stared at Aldric who was quickly taking care of the lock.
"Where are we?" she groaned and struggled into a sitting position. It was only then that she realized her hands and ankles were bound. Like a wave it all came rushing back-- the attack, the gas, the rag, everything came back and the adrenaline woke her mind up enough for her to shimmy her lower body through her arms so they were in front of her. Still, her movements were a lot less coordinated than if she had been of a sound mind. "Kriff!" She twisted her hands, attempting to pull them free. They were on Tatooine in some kind of dungeon of sorts. She couldn't say exactly which one it was but there were only a few options available. After struggling enough one of her hands came free but not without the cost of some skin from around her wrist. Ignoring the stinging pain, she freed her other hand and her ankles and crawled to the door so she could speak to Aldric who was in the cell opposite of hers. But before Quinn could fling more questions at him, the door at the end of the corridor was flung open. Quinn scrambled away from the door, hoping that whoever it was wasn't coming for them.
The two men stopped in front of their cells, eyeing the fact that both of them were free of their binds. Quickly, they opened the doors of their cells and dragged the two to their feet. A pair of blasters pointed at them prevented either one from making a daring escape. With blasters pressed into their backs and a guard gripping either one of them tightly, they made their way up a set of stairs and a few corridors to a large open room. Quinn half expected to see either Revan or Jareth waiting for her but was unpleasantly surprised to see that instead they were met with a host of guards, slaves, and whatever this time's version of Jabba was. She shot a confused look to Aldric before both were pushed further into the room. Quinn was still uneasy on her feet so fell onto her knees, face burning red out of embarrassment from being weak, sick, and hot. The Hutt in question was large, larger than the ones that Carmilla had commissioned her to kill. Good thing that wasn't on her track record in this time period.
The Hutt's voice was booming as he slowly explained why he had dragged the two of them to this forsaken planet. Since Huttese wasn't a commonly taught class in rural Dantooine, Quinn's ability to understand the Hutt was mediocre at best. Luckily, a droid was available to translate.
"Lord Hebba would like to welcome you to his palace," the droid said in an annoyingly cheerful voice, a pause followed as Hebba spoke. "We have heard of your skills as a detective and request your assistance in solving the theft of a valuable item." It was clear by the number of weapons aimed towards their heads that their assistance in the matter of the theft was less of a request and more of a demand. Again, Quinn's brown eyes turned to Aldric, unsure of how he might react. She hoped he wasn't his usual self because it was highly likely that it would get them both killed. Quinn felt the prickle on the back of her neck as she suddenly realized that the Hutt's attention (which had previously been on Aldric) was now on her.
Uh oh.
He spoke to one of the bounty hunters who had brought the two there to begin with. Through it all Quinn was able to catch the question, "...who is she?" Wait, had they not intended to take her too? She had been dragged to the overgrown sandbox for nothing? Maybe they'd let her go if that was the case. However, as everything seemed to be going lately, that was not what happened next. The Hutt's voice was booming again, having settled some kind of confusion with the bounty hunter. "Lord Hebba would like to thank you for the new slave and that you will be compensated for your service," tyhe droid said to the group of bounty hunters then turned to the guards. "Take her away."
"What?!?" Quinn shouted, quickly raising to her feet. "No! No!" Two guards quickly rushed forward, one of them grabbing hold of her left arm. Instantly Quinn's fight or flight instinct kicked into high fighting gear. She moved her hand to shove him away but before she could even touch him he was thrown back. The other was faster and stronger than she was and with the help of another guard restrained Quinn and began to pull her away.
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Post by Aldric Cibre on Mar 17, 2015 16:14:44 GMT -8
Quinn's cell was opposite to Aldric's, but she was still sleep for a while as he worked on his lock, having crossed several wires by this time and he could tell the cage was straining itself to keep itself closed, which meant the locks were in tact but he had everything else trying to open up. While he was yet working on it she was coming to, though Aldric didn't say anything at first, just letting her come to her own conclusions about the situation for the time being. It wasn't long either before she was beginning to piece things together again and remember what was going on. She managed to wiggle her way out of her own bonds much like Aldric had (though he hadn't bothered trying to slide his larger hands out of the bindings on his wrist as she was able to manage). He knew several ways around things like this, zip ties and bonding tape were a breeze, and he had a feeling the method would apply to this as well, but he wasn't worried about finding out as it wasn't a horrible hindrance right now the way he was working on the console to free himself.
He could hear it whining and about to open, when Quinn edged closer to her own cell door and spoke up, asking specifically where they were. "Tatooine." He reminded her with a small sigh. "Not sure why yet." He explained after a moment, hearing the tumblers in the lock beginning to fall out of place just in time for the door at the end of the dungeon doors to open. Quinn let out a curse and fell back into her cell further, and Aldric was forced to abandon his attempts at the lock... hearing it all fall into place again with a slight sigh of exasperation. To his dismay though, both of their cells were now open as the guard yanked both himself and Quinn out of the small chambers and pulled them out... leading them from the dungeon to the palaces main throne room...
Aldric's hands were held at his sides, not holding them up in a way that showed his surrender or helplessness as he was forced into the main room. There wasn't much point to such a display. After all the Hutts clearly wanted him, and they wanted him alive... or else he wouldn't have been there. Knowing that meant he wasn't about to kiss up to them (not that he would have bent over backwards to please them anyway.) He was lead into the throne room, Quinn not leaving his side for the trip until they were stopped in front of the massive bulge known as Hebba the Hutt. Aldric sniffed a little, knowing who this was already, but he wasn't impressed. As far as crime went, the syndicate he found himself held by right now wasn't one of the most powerful as some.... though it was still clearly involved with the rest of the Hutt clans which did make them dangerous.
He was a linguist, so the translator droid was little more then a formality in the situation, though he could tell after a glance that Quinn was certainly grateful for the Protocol droids services. When of course the conversation seemed to shift topic to Quinn herself, Aldric was sure she was a little less grateful at finding the Hutt's intention for her. Perhaps it was a method of intimidation to get to Aldric who had otherwise remained steadfast and unreadable, but it was his quick thinking that did turn and save her. "You better not.. i have need of her services personally. If she doesn't help me, i can be very hard to work with." Aldric said in warning, already speaking in Huttese so the use for the Translator droid was moot. If it was possible the protocol droid would have been giving a confused, or possibly helpless look in regards to the fact he was unable to speak for anyone.
Hebba seemed to pause in thought, but gave a deep, rumbling chuckle. Nodding in agreement to Aldric's demand.
Speaking once more Hebba continued to explain the situation including the information in relation to the mysterious dark Jedi who had been here to take it from them, giving him details as to what was needed, all the while the droid was translating for them and the Guards were pushing Quinn back to Aldric forcefully. Without much of a choice in the matter Aldric spoke up with a sigh, but nodded. "It appears i don't have much of a choice here... Get my things to me and i can get started in the recovery of your Holocron." Aldric explained, his eyes being narrowed as a couple of slaves were bringing the things for Aldric and Quinn that they had taken from them while they had been out.
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Post by Quinn Leer on Mar 21, 2015 9:52:14 GMT -8
Just as quickly as the struggle to pull Quinn away began it ended. The guards stopped momentarily when Aldric spoke in Huttese to Hebba. Without the droid she couldn't understand what he had even said. Her heart was pounding and she stared at Hebba just as the guards were doing. There was a moment of tense quiet before the Hutt gave a deep, loud laugh. Quinn looked worriedly from Aldric to the Hutt until the guards started to move her back to Aldric's side. Her chest heaved from the physical struggle and the complete panic she had felt not moments ago. Aldric had saved her, though she had no idea what he had said to Hebba. Before she knew it the things that had been taken from them were returned by a pair of slaves. Quinn snatched her things away like a starving animal took food. Aldric was equally brisk with Hebba's staff.
The Hutt said a few words in Huttese, gesturing to the guards to lead the pair from the throne room. Obediently the guards took them away once again, though this time they were less hands on, something that Quinn was grateful for. They lead the pair to a secluded room with some data pads and other equipment, a table, and chairs inside. Otherwise the room was fairly empty. The guards left the two there, standing guard outside of the room. After a moment of quiet between the two, Quinn sighed heavily and sunk into one of the chairs. In the quiet of the room she was allowed relief to wash over her, enjoying the fact that she wasn't a slave or dead. She made a mental note to make Aldric a plate of not spiked brownies.
"Holy shit," she breathed, pushing a hand through her curls. "Holy kriffing shit. What in the blazes was that?" It wasn't an actual question, she knew very well what that was. It was a shotgun case and it was abundantly clear to her now that the actual target had been Aldric and Quinn had been the unlucky lady to get in the way. Probably still better than the option she had originally thought up. At least Revan wasn't there.
Glancing down at the data pad that was beside her she realized that these pads had information about the theft on them. She picked it up, glancing over it casually. It wasn't overly helpful, as it mostly had a list of names of witnesses...or that's what Quinn assumed it was. For all she knew this was a list of party guests for Hebba's birthday. The records were that generally unhelpful as they had probably been put together in a hurry by someone who had no idea what they were doing.
"I guess they want us to start here...and now."
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Post by Aldric Cibre on Mar 22, 2015 14:23:26 GMT -8
Their things had been brought back in now, Aldric taking his coat and scarf, though really it was quite a bit too warm to have anything like that on anyway. What was important was that his side bag and other bits of equipment had all been returned unharmed as well; something Aldric checked quickly as he counted to be certain each and every item he possessed was still in place. Without the coat's extra pockets (sense he wouldn't be wearing it) he would have to put the different tools in different placed, reorganizing his person and finding new temporary places for all of it. Before he had really finished with it all, he was being pulled from the main throne room with Quinn; though this time it was a bit more smooth of a trip.
He cooperated once he was sure he had everything of his own still, and followed the guards that escorted him to what looked like some sort of a computer room or repair center for the droids. He and Quinn were both left in the room then, the data pads being piled in several different spots throughout the room with different bits of information that one would assume was related to the case at hand that the Hutt wanted to duo to work on. Aldric sighed a bit, glancing behind him as the door was first shut, then locked while the two men previously escorting them had walked away from the room. It wasn't the smartest move, Aldric could reasonably break out of the room easily. However that would be pointless, seeing how the guards would probably shoot the two of them on sight.
Quinn was in the middle of having a small panic attack that Aldric was effectively ignoring. When she spoke again, making the comment about what they needed to start on, Aldric nodded a little in agreement. "Seems so." He admitted with an absent sigh, glancing over the multiple piles of data pads for a moment. "Some group stole a Holocron." Aldric explained, just in case she hadn't gotten very much out of the conversation besides a fright. Before long he was finding the main data pad, sorting the rest of them out. The most important one was a general over view of the case, explaining that the Hutts had 'acquired' a holocron formerly belonging to the Jedi. It didn't take a genius to understand what acquiring such an item would require.
He continued to read it though, eventually determining the information given to him was far too biased to actually make any head way with. "We'll have to investigate all of this personally." He mused after a moment of sorting out the different information he could gather. He had no plans to actually help the Hutts really, but they were giving him room to start his own plans of escape.
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Post by Quinn Leer on Apr 1, 2015 15:37:30 GMT -8
Quinn's head was still spinning from the kidnapping and the ordeal in the throne room. As Aldric spoke she rubbed her temples, trying to ease the stress headache that had developed. For the most part she ignored him as he summarized the information that she knew for the most part. Something had been stolen from the Hutts, something valuable. Whatever this holocron was it was important to at least two groups. Quinn really wasn't in the mood to deal with one of Aldric's long winded condescending explanations so she decided to not ask what a holocron was. Instead she just stared at some of the evidence in front of her. In her fuzzy state of mind none of it made any sense at all. Not that it would be all that usefulanyways. Aldric reached that same conclusion.
"We'll have to investigate all of this personally."
Quinn stopped rubbing her head and looked over at him. She let out a tired sigh. He was right, very right. The evidence that wasn't biased or spun to sound better was disorganized and utterly useless. It had been a while since she had worked a case like this with him, not since before the time slip. On Coruscant the cases they did take were considerably more straight forward. Here they had guns pointed to their heads and the circumstances were quite different. Quinn groaned as she thought about all the work this would entail.
"Great," she said sarcastically. "Wonderful. So, how do you want to do this? Start at the scene? Interview people?"
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Post by Aldric Cibre on Apr 4, 2015 20:13:44 GMT -8
He sighed a bit, standing back to his full height again as he gave a thoughtful look to all of the information that surrounded him in various forms. It really was useless save for one thing. It was what the Hutts wanted him to know; and only what they wanted him to know. Of course one could infer the true meaning behind lies, but it became much harder to do something like that if part of the lie was actually truth, which Aldric suspected at least some of this material would be at least partially accurate, even if biased.
Quinn remained silent as he took the time to think things through, his hands ruffling at the back of his head before he finally sighed a little. Quinn spoke up finally in that moment, first sarcastically but she was quick to ask in turn what the plan for them was and specifically where they would be starting. "It appears this took place in Mos Espa, the Hutt's have survivors from the incident. My current plan is to get one of them to lead us to the scene, investigate it; though i doubt there is much evidence to look into, and then question them afterwords." Aldric explained, looking over to Quinn to see if she followed.
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Post by Quinn Leer on Apr 20, 2015 15:35:00 GMT -8
Still on edge from the entire experience, Quinn wasn't in the best of moods. Each word Aldric said made her want to tear her hair out. To say the least, she didn't deal with stress well. Her brown eyes drifted away from him to the pile of seemingly useless information piled around them. However, the idea of briefly getting out of the Hutt palace eased up her nerves just a little. Enough to keep her from pulling her skin off in strips. The sooner they solved this mystery the sooner they could get off of the burning planet.
"Alright, seems simple enough," she said and stood up abruptly. With quick steps, she made her way towards the door that their guard had closed behind them. She knocked loudly on the door, repetitively, until he opened the door. He was taller and bulkier than her but Quinn glared at him as if she somehow had command over him. He returned the gesture with his own stony glare.
Quinn crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't speak Huttese so spoke to him in Basic.
"The information you gave us is useless. If you want us to do your boss' job you need to take us to the scene," Quinn's tone was sharp and completely hostile, and she felt she had every right to be hostile. The guard stared at her for a moment in utter silence. When she didn't flinch from his expression he pushed past her into the room to speak to Aldric.
"What do you need, detective?" the guard asked in accented Basic. Knowing he understood Basic only made Quinn's blood boil. She huffed and circled the table and took a seat in her original place.
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Post by Aldric Cibre on Apr 20, 2015 18:25:06 GMT -8
He looked back to her now as she spoke, thinking it would be a simple enough process to get the information they needed and then abruptly stood and moved to the door, knocking on it in a way that annoyed even him and it wasn't even intended to bother him. Aldric sighed lightly, rolling his eyes upwards as he waited a moment and was soon enough making the demands to the man on the other side of the door when it had finally been made open to them. He let her speak for a moment, but soon enough the guard pushed right past her as if she was invisible and then spoke instead to Aldric.
Glancing to Quinn who took her seat again he shook his head a little; not in a disapproving way really so much as he intended to convey that there was no way to deal with these people that they were used to. Turning his attention to the guard then he began to speak, un-butting the cuffs on his shirt and rolling the sleeves up as he spoke. "Firstly i need to see the actual crime scene... i doubt there is anything important left there but a feel for it all the same will help a great deal. And bring in any survivors or witnesses. Preferably the ones your boss hasn't bribed yet." He commented as he listed the demands, checking to make sure he had all of his equipment before he was making a shoeing motion for the guard as if to tell him to hurry it up, then gestured for Quinn to follow as they were lead out of the room.
From their they were lead to the hanger where a small skiff stood suspended in the air. Aldric glanced around the room but boarded all the same. There were weapons and armor on the skiff, and a few other crew members to pilot it or keep an eye on them.
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Post by Quinn Leer on May 11, 2015 11:44:11 GMT -8
Quinn stayed in her seat, quiet as Aldric and the guard spoke. She was still angry about how she had been snubbed. She didn't see how the way she spoke to him was different than Aldric. She'd been assertive as he had been. The only difference she saw was that Aldric was the one Hebba had asked for while she had nearly been sold into slavery. Perhaps that was how they thought of her. Either way it still made Quinn want to punch something in the face, preferably the guard. Aldric's gesture to follow caught her eye and brought her to her feet. Her eyes rolled and she got up and followed the guard and Aldric out of the room. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her lips were pressed into a thin line as if the physical act was all that was preventing her from saying everything running through her mind.
Of course the skiff that was waiting for them was manned with Hebba's men. Even on the case they were going to be reassured of their captive status. Quinn's anger blinded her to the fact that they needed the men to man the skiff as well as keep an eye on them. She took the seat beside Aldric, looking like she was ready to rip the head of the next person who looked at her wrong off. As soon as the skiff was ready they took off, making their way towards the scene. Once they were out of the palace Quinn could feel herself becoming less tense. Her eyes turned to Aldric.
"Did they say how far away it was?" she asked, her voice still tense.
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Post by Aldric Cibre on May 14, 2015 17:39:54 GMT -8
The two of them were on the skiff and on the way from the palace now; Aldric looking back as he watched the palace of Hebba the Hutt fade into the distance. He narrowed his eyes as it shrunk into the distance, and then turned to look back in the direction they were going, and positions of the twin Suns high above him. Calculating the time from that, and the direction they were heading he nodded to himself and looked around for a moment, taking a couple of hats from the more humanoid guards. They appeared disgruntled at the idea, but he gave them an almost deathly stare that told them to back down. They didn't want to kill the man Hebba needed for the time being.
He handed one to Quinn, then set the other wide brimmed hat on his own head. "These Suns will shrivel us in a few hours if we let them.. wear that." He ordered before she was asking her own question about how far it was. He shook his head, but looked around for a moment. "No, but I think I can see where they're taking us." He commented, nodding ahead to one of the smaller cities. It looked like Bestine perhaps, given the size, but he wasn't certain at this distance.
About twenty minutes later it had grown close enough that he could indeed make out that the city wasn't Bestine, but perhaps Anchorhead or another town; though in reality they all looked the same, and that was a little less important of a detail at the moment.
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Post by Quinn Leer on Jun 2, 2015 10:29:29 GMT -8
Quinn was not used to the kind of intense heat that engulfed Tatooine. Still, she remained tight lipped about her discomfort until Aldric handed her one of the hats he had taken from the guards. Looking directly at the guard she placed the hat on her head, relived to have some kind of protection for her face. The heat made her think of Tannon, her twin brother. He had no tolerance for heat. Even the hotter days of Dantooine had him unburnt and looking for shade. He'd of died already had he been there. Knowing that she was in a better position to survive the situation than another brought her some comfort. However, that comfort was pulled out from under her when Aldric said he didn't know how long they'd be stuck on the skiff. She wanted to groan but did not. Instead she sunk further into her chair and waited for the sun to dry her out like a fruit.
Twenty minutes later they reached the edges of a city. The city offered some more protection from the sun, but not much. It also offered Quinn the chance to see something other than sand dunes. Instead she watched the people they passed. The things she had heard about the desert planet hadn't been wrong. They did seem like the outlaw type. That didn't make her uncomfortable, not even a little. The transport took them through streets, nearly knocking over a few pedestrians who were smart enough to not yell at Hebba's people. Finally, they stopped in front of a large building. It was more decorated than the buildings around it and from her place in the skiff Quinn could faintly hear the sound of running water. This had to be a Hutt building, there was some kind of fountain on the inside and Quinn doubted there were many on the planet who could afford something like that. Slowly Aldric, Quinn, and the guards made their way inside. The outside doors were new, probably replaced from whatever had attacked the building to begin with. The inside was a bit of a different story. There were still aliens attempting to clean up the mess left by the intruders. Most of it had been cleaned but there were what appeared to be blast marks on a few of the walls.
"Shouldn't they not be cleaning the crime scene?" Quinn asked Aldric, knowing that ordering anyone in the building to stop cleaning would be futile. No one was listening to her aside from Aldric anyway.
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