[ It's been three days, but it took Cipher Nine all of thirty seconds to know she was a long way from home. Or Odessen, which was basically the same thing these days. While the natives all seemed to speak Basic - or a form of it - she suspects there's still a lot lost in translation. Mostly because neither side of the conversation has much in common as far as points of reference go.
If she's ever been on a planet as backwater and remote as this one, she can't remember it. This place makes even Voss look like the center of the galaxy.
But as it looks like she's going to be stuck here for a while, she's fallen back on old habits, old training. Laying low as she gets the lay of the land, learning what she can of the civilization, the flows of power, of influence. Who she needs to know, who she needs to watch. Where she should let herself be known. It's training she hasn't had to fall back on since some of her earliest days with Imperial Intelligence but it still comes to her as easily as breathing. Sometimes easier.
She'd been sticking to the shadows, exploring what she could of the strange, eternal-nightbound town, and had been passing through the market when familiar words she certainly hadn't expected to hear here reach her ears. It's enough to get her to pause, to study the source with a narrowed gaze as she takes him in. Unfamiliar, which is disappointing, but it's far closer to familiar than anything else in this accursed place.
So she breaks a few more of her own rules, melting out of the shadows to stand by his side, glancing down at the blades he's examining. It has her missing her own trusty weapons which were lost in the transport as well. She's still trying to find adequate replacements herself. She doubts she's going to find any. ]
I'm pretty sure everyone here is. [ Her voice is casual as she reaches out to inspect a smaller dagger. Lifting it to test the weight and flipping it end over end, only to catch it easily and place it back onto the table with a displeased look. The hilt is too heavy, it throws the whole balance off. No good. ] But considering I don't think most people here have ever seen a blaster, you might be out of luck. A vibroknife... now that might be possible, if you can explain the theory well enough to a weaponsmith. But in the meantime, you might be stuck doing things old-school.
[ Not that she even knows of a time where blasters and vibroblades didn't exist, and that's saying a lot - none of it complimentary. ]
Nocwich
If she's ever been on a planet as backwater and remote as this one, she can't remember it. This place makes even Voss look like the center of the galaxy.
But as it looks like she's going to be stuck here for a while, she's fallen back on old habits, old training. Laying low as she gets the lay of the land, learning what she can of the civilization, the flows of power, of influence. Who she needs to know, who she needs to watch. Where she should let herself be known. It's training she hasn't had to fall back on since some of her earliest days with Imperial Intelligence but it still comes to her as easily as breathing. Sometimes easier.
She'd been sticking to the shadows, exploring what she could of the strange, eternal-nightbound town, and had been passing through the market when familiar words she certainly hadn't expected to hear here reach her ears. It's enough to get her to pause, to study the source with a narrowed gaze as she takes him in. Unfamiliar, which is disappointing, but it's far closer to familiar than anything else in this accursed place.
So she breaks a few more of her own rules, melting out of the shadows to stand by his side, glancing down at the blades he's examining. It has her missing her own trusty weapons which were lost in the transport as well. She's still trying to find adequate replacements herself. She doubts she's going to find any. ]
I'm pretty sure everyone here is. [ Her voice is casual as she reaches out to inspect a smaller dagger. Lifting it to test the weight and flipping it end over end, only to catch it easily and place it back onto the table with a displeased look. The hilt is too heavy, it throws the whole balance off. No good. ] But considering I don't think most people here have ever seen a blaster, you might be out of luck. A vibroknife... now that might be possible, if you can explain the theory well enough to a weaponsmith. But in the meantime, you might be stuck doing things old-school.
[ Not that she even knows of a time where blasters and vibroblades didn't exist, and that's saying a lot - none of it complimentary. ]