[D1 EM] Pilgrim's Payoff

[Kaddhur]

When Kaddhur had fully grasped the true meaning of Launch Day, he had had the same experience many young sapients have the night before a major, materialistic holy day: he had trouble sleeping through the night. Not that he usually slept well shipboard, or in the claustraphobic econo-pod that he rented by the day in the hotel district.

In any case, he is among the stalls of the Bazaar, flitting among its wares and patronizing its fried-things-vendors, before many merchants are truly ready for customers. But maybe, for a big-ticket purchase like this, someone might open early...

ooc: Do I need to roll anything to acquire one (1) Rarity seven (7) jetpack for 4500*.9 credits?

[Faily]

"Hello there," greeted a Sullustan merchant. He seemed to be selling swoopbikes and small speeders.


OOC: No roll needed as it's not Restricted and it is within the Rarity cap.

[Kaddhur]

There's nothing between him and what he's wanted for months. The shame, the humiliation is over. He's so overcome that when he first speaks, he reverts to his native tongue.

"Ni copad te sen'tra."

Seeing the blank look, he realizes what he's done and his feathers flatten in embarrassment. His beak clicks shut behind the outward angle of his faceplate and he just points.

He listens, taciturn, as the merchant goes through the patter. He knows what he wants and he knows what it's worth.

He does allow himself to get sold an owner's manual, however. A warrior knows his weapons, he's sure someone with age and wisdom has said to him at some point.

He uses the workspace at the shop to tweak the fittings between the jetpack his backplate. When he reattaches it and stands up, it's clearly not perfectly adjusted yet. But it is no longer absent. He finds himself no longer wincing at the thought of his old one, that dark day...

Kaddhur had heard old warriors on days of celebration talk of aay'han, the bittersweetness of being surrounded by your loved ones in a moment of happiness while remembering those who had fallen and could not be present. As he walks through the marketplace, adjusting his step to the new-old weight on his back, his mind goes to a melancholy favorite, the memory of the accompanying lap-fiddles playing in his head.

All of my brothers
Weep at our parting
All of my beloveds
Wish for one more day with me.

But since my luck was to live
And yours was to fall
I will take to the skies
And wish you all blessings.

Of course, if any of the musicians of Arar had caught him comparing his feeling of I was sad I lost my jetpack and happy I have one again to the soulful aay'han embodied in that song, they might have whipped him bloody with their fiddle-bows. Then again, they might have shrugged philosophically, knowing he will have plenty of time to gather his own ghosts -- if he's lucky.

[Teffa]

Before their scheduled meeting, Teffa was seen meandering the Bazaar to get a look at the goods for sale. She was dressed in a tucked in shirt with rolled up sleeves and slacks, carrying a cup of something hot with her to get through the morning. While she was hoping to save her credits for something else in the future, the one-day sale was too hard to pass up. However, what does one get when they don't know what they want?