EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei climbed down first, then stayed at the base of the rope in the boat to help down the family behind her, particularly F'sresa. Ma'tanza was near the rear of the line with Tzirret as they waited for everyone in front of them to board. She did not necessarily appear afraid to be around Meesei, but she had a heightened awareness of what she was doing. Her anxiety, it seemed, had transitioned from being nervous of just being around the Champion, to being nervous of making some kind of mistake around her.

"Um, right. Of course. Ma'tanza will be fine. You are...sure that it is alright for Ma'tanza to be here, right?" She asked, just as it was their turn to climb down the ladder. They were the last to find their seats on the boat, which was crowded, but could at least accommodate them all. The trip to Leyawiin would take roughly an hour from where they currently were. Most of that time would be spent aboard the boat, which they would hide just outside the city before walking to the gates.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I do believe that the area around Leyawiin is a rather hot, swampy area, actually. At any rate, I should be able to get another post, perhaps.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Alright. Though, I do not know for how long I'll be able to post tonight. It has been a long day, and I'm pretty tired.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Qa'habi crossed his arms. He was not precisely hostile, but Tzirret's words had not calmed him a great deal. He stared ahead in thought, though his expression gave no clues as to what those thoughts might be. "It is a very private matter, and not something Qa'habi wants to talk about. With anyone. This one will talk about bows all you want, but he has a feeling that you were never interested at all. We should...just get back to the others. Qa'habi will not mention this to the others if you do not."

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As expected, the ships arrived near Leyawiin the next day. It was in the afternoon, but they still had a few hours before nightfall. Colors guided the ships into a small inlet that would help to hide them, though even so, he made sure to say that it would be best not to stay for too long. Nothing he could do would keep them from detection forever. Meesei and Gallus were on the top deck, waiting for the family and the few others that were joining. Meesei had not been keen on doing anything that might extend their stay in the city, but she had eventually agreed to take only as many as could fit in a single rowboat, on the condition that they stay together and not attempt to extend their stay. She did not normally like to be so restrictive, but it was important that they finish their business in the city quickly.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Well, we should probably start moving along in the story, so that could be summarized. It would take some convincing, but Meesei could be persuaded to allow only a few to join her.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

After the conversation with Qa'habi is over, is there more you want Tzirret to do, or should I skip to the next bit?

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Qa'habi had actually seemed rather enthusiastic when he was describing his bow. Hunting was his passion, so it was natural that he would have an interest in the implements that he used. He had just finished describing the particular type of composite which was used in the construction of his own bow when Tzirret suddenly shifted the topic. He had been in the mood to explain anything about hunting, but when he suddenly asked about Ma'tanza, specifically his history with her, his attitude immediately made a turn for the worse.

Qa'habi gave Tzirret a glare, actually seeming to be rather cross towards him. There were a few moments of silence as he frowned, and shifted in place uncomfortably. "Qa'habi does not want to talk about that." He answered, quickly putting his bow away back onto his bedroll.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I'm going to a club meeting this evening, so I'll likely be home late.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

As soon as Tzirret finished explaining his intentions, Qa'habi started shaking his head. "No, no, bone would not work for a bow, at least not to make an entire bow. Bone can be use to strengthen parts of a composite bow, but not for the whole bow. Not any normal bone, anyway. Qa'habi has heard of some very powerful creatures whose bones might work, but it would take a lot to find and kill them. If you have never made a bow before, you probably do not want to try and start off with a composite bow. A composite can give more power in a smaller size, depending on the design, but they take specialized materials and skills to make. This one's bow is a composite reflex bow, of Khajiit design."

Given the size of the ship, it did not take long for the pair to reach Qa'habi's bunk, on which all of his belongings were sitting. His bow was unstrung, and as such was curved back into its resting position, so much so that the two ends of the bow were nearly touching. "You see? When unstrung, the bow almost looks like a loop, so you can imagine the kind of power it gives when strung and ready to fire. It lets the archer hit as hard as possible with as compact of a bow as possible; very important when trying to maneuver between trees, or the branches above. But, this kind of construction is only possible with a composite. Forming a bow out of a single material requires a very tall bow to get comparable power, about the height of the archer. But, it is much, much easier, and better for beginners. With instruction, you could complete one in a day."

Star Wars: Coruscant Underworld [Always accepting!]

Once Tir finished her dinner, she made her way out of the diner and set off at a leisurely pace towards the nearest junk dealer. It had been interesting to meet another of her own kind after such a long time, particularly one that was not either a businessperson or an assassin. Both of those were common occupations for her species, as they both required a particular type of ruthlessness that came naturally to her kind. Admittedly, her own profession was not far removed from the life of an assassin, but she liked to think that there was much more to herself than just being a simple bounty hunter. As for Dyno, if the views he expressed on his radio program were honest, he might be someone she could trust.

Tir had to spend an hour or so scrounging around between different merchants and junk dealers before she could find a datapad with a compatible screen to her own. It was broken and would not power on, but hopefully, all she really needed was that single part. A broken datapad was not an expensive purchase, so it would not be a great loss if it did not work. After she had what she needed, she made her way back to her speeder, or rather, the speeder she had been using for the past few hours. Strictly speaking, it was not actually hers, but rather that of the Pure she had just killed. It was not as if there were any authorities in 3030 to care about proper registration, so she reasoned she could use it for a while. Even so, she did not fly it back directly to her apartment, instead finding somewhere secluded to land and lock the vehicle about twenty minutes away, by foot. She did not want to risk bringing it too close to her home until she had a chance to check it over for tracking software or equipment.

Tir’s apartment was three floors up from the building’s entrance, and at least in layout, was identical to any of the other living spaces around her. It was small, with but a single room and a refresher, and structurally, was just as run-down as the rest of the building. It’s lights had a tendency to flicker and dim from the building’s somewhat faulty wiring, and the one in the refresher had not worked at all until she had taken it upon herself to fix it. The walls and floor were stained from previous tenants, and her window would not quite close all the way by itself. Her income would actually allow her to rent a higher quality apartment, but she was not someone who wanted to spend her credits on something she did not need.

In contrast to the structure itself, all of Tir’s belongings within the apartment were clean and neatly organized. She had arranged her furniture to give her as much floor space as the small room would allow, and there was scarcely a hint of dirt or grime other than what was stained into the walls. Most of her belongings were organized neatly into labeled containers, though the labels were written in the Tiss’shar language as opposed to Basic.

As soon as Tir stepped into the room and locked the door behind her, she removed her belts and pouches and neatly hung them up on the wall. The only exception was her bandolier, which also served as the sheathe for her sword. For it, she propped it up against the side of her couch, so as to be able to keep it close at hand in an emergency. Once settled, Tir took both datapads and set them down on the floor in the empty space in the center of the room, grabbed a few of her tools from one of the containers, then sat down to begin her work of disassembling them.