Anchorhead

The smell of alcohol and sweat is almost overwhelming Atalia thought as she followed him across the bar to where he spotted a possible desperate pilot in need of a few credits, he'd been just setting down his glass of Ale when Revlan sat in front of the pilot. Don't threaten me scum...your boss has already made it clear to the rest of his employees that I've cleared my dept. All you people left me is fifty credits and my ship, I don't even have enough to pay my damn docking fine. 

Revlan raised his hand to cut him off after hearing enough. 
Well you got one thing right...this is about your ship.

The pilot reacted quickly to that, he raised his blaster out over the table and leaned in towards Revlan. Now let me make one thing clear here, no one is taking my ship from me. Try it and I'll be paying the bartender for the mess I've caused...and those credits will be coming off of your cold dead corpse. 

Revlan smirked with a nod until Atalia ignited her saber just in front of the pilots face, moving it closer as he looked up away from the heat as it neared his neck. She glared at the pilot until he dropped his blaster on the table. Now that we're all settled down lets talk. You seem desperate for a few credits and we need a way off of this rock to Nar Shaddaa. Six thousand credits is our maximum offer, no more. 

The pilot was surprised this wasn't another goon trying to scam money off of him. He sat back after she had deactivated her weapon, there wasn't much to think about here but like all people around here greed easily sat in. Nar Shaddaa is pretty far from here...  He said until Revlan spoke up immediately. 

Five thousand five hundred credits. 
He said to the pilot then crossed his arms. 

More? That's more like it.

Revlan shook his head. 
Five hundred gone. 

A spark of anger caused the pilot to sit up and lean forward.
You said six thousand! Nar Shaddaa is pretty far and dangerous alone! 

Revlan did not hesitate to continue. 
Five thousand and counting. 

He raised his hands calling it off. 
Okay okay god dammit, just stop! Deal, you got yourself a ship damn you. 
He said with a sigh, Revlan smirked. 
There are five of us, you lead the way. 

Revlan said as he got up and followed the pilot, Kebb, Mira and steph had stood watch until they were all on their way. So any chance you could bump it back up to six thousand eh? The pilot said with a curiosity that itched him. 

I only had five thousand to begin with...I knew anything more then 5K would spark an interest in you, i just needed your attention. Revlan said with a chuckle, knowing one's greed can easily help you manipulate them in a deal and that's what he did. The group continued to follow this pilot to his ship.

If there was anyone that hated these dry planets the most it was Revlan, most planets left behind and forgotten usually turn into a hive of scum and villainy. He kept his guard up and continued to follow the pilot he hired to take them off of this rock. How far is this ship of yours? 

He said with some curiosity with the question being driven by his eagerness to escape. 
Just up ahead it's the YT....Dammit. 

He said suddenly when he spotted the armed thugs patrolling the area around the ship. He backed away out around the other side of the wall and turned around to face the group, Revlan had hoped they wouldn't run into any trouble that could catch Imperial ears. By what he recalled, him and Atalia could handle something like this. So he looked at her and she knew just by the expression on his face that he was asking her to join a slaughter. She shook her head. There can be an alternative to violence Revlan. 

She said to him but anything other then the quickest way was not an option to him at the moment. He removed the Jedi weapon from his belt and moved along side the wall where he looked at the goons moving in and out of the ship. He'd been ready to hit that ignition switch when Atalia grabbed his wrist and he looked at her impatient as he was. We are Jedi, not people who kill if given the opportunity. 

He's hanging on the edge and she knew it, he looked away and spoke up. 
I don't remember being a Jedi. I don't remember the Jedi way i just remember fighting, i remember you. We don't need the Jedi. 

Revlan ignited his blade. He moved around the corner and picked up his paste just as they were alerted of the fast approaching enemy, the pilot drew his blaster and charged head on behind Revlan as he started firing upon the goons that thought they could just fly off with his ship. He moved his light saber to deflect the blaster bolts coming his way, getting close enough he swung his blade across the mans chest. Another came around, dropping the barrel of a shot gun into his hand, pulling the trigger with his other, he raised his blade to block the heavy shot and the impact actually slammed him back into the haul of the ship. He'd been just about to pull that trigger a second time when he'd been impaled by a thrown lightsaber, Mira grabbed the purple blade after throwing it and killing the goon. Kebb, Steph and Atalia followed behind. Everyone outside had been put down when suddenly they heard a scream, the pilot ran up the ramp and into his ship with guns blazing. 

By the time Revlan had caught up the Pilot had shot down the three goons inside. He looked at them with barrels smokin and smirked. After the bodies were thrown out it wasn't long until the ships captain had been in his seat to start up it's systems. You can call me Arno.. He said to him. 

He nodded and responded. 
Revlan. 

Arno flared up the engines then looked at him.
What kind of name is that..? 

Revlan didn't respond to his stupid question, but instead used the force to continue his process of starting up the systems. The ship left the ground beneath them and begun it's ascent into the skies above Tatooine. Meanwhile, something had been concerning Atalia and perhaps a place like Nar shaddaa wouldn't be a place to continue with the state Revlan is in. They were talking amongst themselves in the back while Revlan watched the blue sky turn dark up front.