"The only thing you need to worry about escorting , is your own scaly ***. To a bacta tank." A still exhausted Hetaera flicks her tongue out at Usshkr. "I let you have your rest, now let me have mine!"

Seeing the concern in her guardian's expression, the Twi-lek relents. "I'm sorry. I went to a club. Made contact with the Duros there. Might be able to locate the chemist through him."

On ‎11‎/‎22‎/‎2018 at 4:44 PM, Rabobankrider said:

After a while she reaches the street she's looking for. It is a large open plan area lined with all manner of shops and cheap takeways for those low on coin or tastebuds. At the end of the street is a small shop withe a large neon sign marking it as a pharmaceutical distributor. Pulling up outside she can see through the grimy caged window that there are shelves lines with all sorts of medicines and drugs inside. A couple of customers move along the rows of shelves, searching for cures to whatever ailes them. She can also see a counter at the right side of the shop, though no one behind it. It may be that they're blocked from view, but the place does look to be open at least.

Shura breathes out a sigh, "Let's just grab what we came for and get out of this dump."

She hops off of her swoop and enters the pharmacy.

" Little one, it isss not your placccce to decccide, it iss a demand of my honor that I accompany you and keep you sssafe. No matter my condition, if I can walk I ssshould be with you." He rebuts Hetaera, as she makes her way to the bed. " At leassst you are ssafe thisss time." Usshkr turns away to stand guard at the door. " Ressst well my Grakhowsk."

"

As Dashtha forces the lab door open with her computer skills, she would be pleasantly surprised to find her usual guard missing. As she ventured out into the corridor it would in fact seem as if the area was deserted. Where was everyone? She could hear the sound of voices off in the distance somewhere in the facility, but no where near her. In fact she was able to make it all the way to the facilities entrance without seeing a soul. Even if she was the stealthiest person alive, surely she should have seen someone?

It was too late to think about that now, she now had to deal with another locked door. This one should lead to the whatever was outside of the facility. The control panel was complex, but not unbreakable. Still, it would take a little time.

Raithe and Jace make their way into the shop and are met by the faint whirr and frankly insufficient feel of air conditioning. The shelves were stocked with harmless and low grade medical supplies, but heavier duty stuff could be seen behind the counter, out of reach of potential thieves. Behind the counter an elderly man with dark skin and a thin crop of grey hair on his head. He would glance up as the new customers entered, but made no move to help. A bit of movement in the back shows a younger human at work moving supplies.

The Duros actually put some effort behind this door security. Not much. But some. It actually to Dashtha some thought to bypass the magnalock to pop open the door to the dismal streets of the moon city. First things first, she had to figure out where she was. Must be a terminal round here somewhere.

Jace moved towards the back as the higher quality stuff was something he may not be able to afford at the moment.

Seeing the one in the back, he said, "Hello there, sir. What would you recommend for someone who needs quick healing, but a little short on credits?"

As Dashtha emerges from the facility she would be hit by a gust of cold, stale air. The surroundings are as grey as any other place on this moon, but at least it's outdoors. She is surrounded by large warehouses of various shapes and sizes, but all look similar to the structure she had just emerged from. It as a wide building with a flat roof and sloped sides. Near the top was a band of grimy and poorly lit windows. She must be in one of the many industrial sectors of Nar Shaddaa, but which? The perimeter of the structure is marked by a chain link fence a short way away from her. A drive from a garage door leads to where a gate may once have been, and beyond that the road to somewhere else.

She would hear voices to her left, and spot a couple of Duros huddled around a burning drum for warmth. They must have been on duty, but seem to be neglecting their duty. It wouldn't be long before they spot her, unless something is done fast. Sometimes terminals could be found along roads, near junctions or points of note to help with navigation and other uses.

The old man Jace talks to would speak in a bored tone in response to the question. 'More credits'. After a moment he would sigh and continue. 'If you're looking for cheap and easy I've got a few painkillers, creams and stuff on the shelves, basic ailments and stuff. I think we've some stim packs and an injector as well. How much you got to spend?'

On 12/6/2018 at 1:33 PM, Rabobankrider said:

The old man Jace talks to would speak in a bored tone in response to the question. 'More credits'. After a moment he would  sigh and continue. 'If you're looking for cheap and easy I've got a few painkillers, creams and stuff on the shelves, basic ailments and stuff. I think we've some stim packs and an injector as well. How much you got to spend?' 

"Only got 15 on me."

The man behind the desk wouldn't quite be able to stifle a snort at this. 'Stimpacks are twenty five each. I may have some stimsticks, five credits each. They keep you awake pretty well but not much good if you need healing'.

"I've got 75," Shura spoke up, "So I guess I'll pay for them."

She looked to Jace, "How many do you think we'll need?"

On 12/12/2018 at 6:48 AM, AdvocatXD said:

"I've got 75," Shura spoke up, "So I guess I'll pay for them."

She looked to Jace, "How many do you think we'll need?"

"Around 5 or 6 will do," he said.

"Ouch," Shura winced, "I can only buy up to three of the 25-credit stimpacks. Using all 75 of my credits, I'd be able to get up to 15 of the 5-credit stimpacks, but, like the old man said, they won't be much good if we need healing. And we most definitely need healing...Maybe I can buy two of the 25-credit stimpacks and 5 of the 5-credit stimpacks as a supplement until we can find a decent enough doctor. Do you think that will work?"

'Tell you what' the shop keeper would say as he leans over the counter a little bit. 'I don't sell a lot of stims in here, so I'll do you a deal. You buy the three, and I'll knock ten credits off the fourth. How's that sound?'

As Dashtha attempts to leave the facility unnoticed, something goes wrong. Three Duros thugs in warm jackets were huddled around an old oil drum, burning fuel to stave off the cold of the industrial night. There were talking to themselves and were more focused on staying warm instead of guarding the door. It wasn't like many people would try and break into a battered old warehouse after all.

Unfortunately there was little cover outside as the scientist tries to make good her escape. As she reaches the road that would lead her out of this place one of the Duros glances out at the perimeter, by chance as much as anything else. It was then that they spotted her.

'Oi!' One would shout, attracting the attention of the others to the escaping person. Cursing loudly they toss the sticks they were smoking into the can and go to give chase after her. 'Oi! Get back here!'

All the intelligence in the galaxy still doesn't stop basic instinct. Seeing more potential kidnappers Dashth began to run as fast as she could. Not her area of specialty.

"Deal," Shura said. She and Jace make the purchase and head back to the apartment.

The man would nod cheerily as he takes the credits and reaches under the counter. He produces a white medical box, that when opened would have a number of vials placed in protective foam, enough for the number of stim shots purchased. There was also an injector set in one side of the case to administer the injections. 'Pleasure doing business miss'.