Walk Ways

[Jedi Master Calvin]

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[haku]

Craft sat on the edge of a catwalk high above of an ooze pit. His cloaks whirled in the steam gales that surged out of the ooze pit every so often, bubbly sounds exploding then echoing off the walls of the vent shaft the cat walk went through. The ooze pit held up by some blockage of the vent shaft kept the ooze there.

Craft had been living here for the last month. The catwalk was wide so it was comfortable for living. He had set up many things here once he had came to Nar Shadda. A cot, cleaned storage crate, nap sack, and pot which served as a toilet scattered the end of the catwalk, these were Craft's possessions, more were located in the crate and nap sack.

The there was entrance on to the catwalk, a small tunnel that led to the labyrinth of alleys and slum streets.

Craft peered down into the ooze pit. The ooze was not harmful he had crawled down the vent to the ooze and discovered it was some sugar compound, nothing else harmful in it. Craft could discovered this with his substance analyzer, which he had stolen from a hospital on Oovo 2.
The ooze was mesmerizing and Craft spent many days staring into it, doing nothing else.

[haku]

A step.

Craft stood up, and ran down the long catwalk. His steps were quick and light and made no noise. He ran into the tunnel, which was the only way to and from the catwalk.

The young man traversed the short but very complex paths to his "meeting area" with others. Only he knew the correct way to get there, and to not get killed on the way by countless and nameless obstacles. This course mostly went through twisted metal supports and concrete.

He reached a ledge and peered down onto the street below. the ledge marked the end of the "twisted metal garden", as Craft called it in his head. Below on the street was a woman in a dark orange trench coat.

She was looking around, as if looking for someone. Craft jumped from the ledge and landed next to the woman, perfectly balanced his torso lowering with his fall to his legs..

: Good, she didn't see where I came from. :

[haku]

"SHI-!" the woman cried as Craft landed. He quickly rose his hand to cover her mouth. The women could smell his worn leather gloves strongly.

"_{Quiet, whisper.}" Craft ordered to the woman.

"_Well..." the woman replied, her voice muffled by his glove. She then shut her mouth, knowing there was no reason to respond.

Craft removed his hand from her mouth. "_Who?" Craft asked the woman.

"_{What do you me-?}"

"_{Who do you want me search? You said at the club that you need to find someone. So who?}"

"_{A woman.}"

"_{Name? And a descriptions always nice too.}"

"_{Nyama Hiram. White, black hair, a sleeper.}"

Craft stared at the woman like she was very pathetic, and he didn't really care about the story she was going to tell about why she was ticked with this other woman.

"_{Like you I'm guessing?}" Craft asked joking, smiling only in his head. The woman gave him an angry look.

"_{Look just find her. Here's three hundred, I 'll give you twice as much when you give me the info, you know I got guys that are with me that will plug you, if you don't do the job?}"

"_{Yeah I know. Now get, come back here tomorrow same time, I'll have an address, HoloNet address, comlink number, and hang-outs.}"

"_{Fine, you better have it.}" The woman ordered back. "_{Of course.}"

The woman stomped off, she hated Craft.

[haku]

Craft was on his way back to his home when a white flash blinked in for a split-second. Sillouting clouds over the entire sky, horizon to horizon.

The Force instantly alerted Craft of the object flying straight at him. It wasn seed shaped and metallic.

The seed exploded and a white sphere appeared from the shrapnel that was once the seed shell, the sphere land several hundred meters away from Craft over some rotted buildings with a "THWOOMP!". That jerked the ground in one motion without a rattle, just a single tug.

Craft lifted himself from the ground using the Force and slowly glided over to where the sphere landed.

[Oblivion]

A big but shallow crater surrounded a the luminescent sphere. It seemed many bloby lights covered the surface of the sphere flowing around on it's crust.

Craft floated some thrown rubble to the sphere. He landed gently next to it. He stood there, flabbergasted by the forgien object. He squated down, to put his face closer to it to, very cautiously. He wanted to observe it more closely. He sat there for many moments then the sphere, "cracked" open. A perfect line down the middle of the sphere divided the sphere in two. A single white glow came from the center. As this happened he realized the "shell" of the sphere was becoming dimmer. Some protective armor must have been on this sphere, and it was deactivating since it was opening.

Had he open by being in it's precense? The glow from inside the the sphere grew stronger very sudenly. Craft quickly stood and stepped back in one motion.

A hologram burst from the open sphere. It was a man about 35 years of age Craft guessed. The man immediately spoke. "Hello Lingar Craft."

: More buyers... :

"Do not worry about other viewing this hologram, the message sphere here is tracking your postion so only those looking at the exact angle and range of your eyes can see this, and the audio waves can only be heard at the exact angle and range of your ears."

: Awesome, your so smart. :

"I am the spokesman for Coldstar Enterprises, Hana Forga. You may not have heard of us. We let our precense known when we want to it to be known, and who we want to be known to. You have been chosen for a great event of awesome magnifigence."

: Great whatever can get me outta here. :

Craft replied very plainly, "Continue."

"As you say Lingar, you will see how you will greatly benefit from this."

[Oblivion]

Han Forga did continue, he explained ColdStar's executive's wishes very carefully as if he was reading off something.

"There will be a bright-red frigate at the south level docks in sector 78-94. Speak to the pilot he'll give you a ride, to Final Point." Hana explained.

"Final Point?" Craft asked, slightly confused.

"Final Point is where my executive will show you your soon to be destiny." Hana responded. "Right. So how do I know it's not a trap?" Craft said with coldly. "We are well aware of abilities Craft. If you follow along, you will see at no point ahead of you would anybody be able do anything. Just follow along Craft." Craft couldn't sense any lie behind his words. "Fine. Sector 78-94?" "Yes. Your journey ahead of you awaits. Now you might want to stand back." The hologram faded. A beeping came from the communicator.

Craft glided back, and landed crouched on a durasteel frame, as the sphere exploded in a disintegrater haze.

[Oblivion]

Craft glided back to his living space. He picked up his nap sack, and got the few things he had in his storage crate. He had learned not to become attached to his living spaces, he was always on the move. He looked at everything that was left or a second, then walked off.

As he walked through the dangerous streets he remembered his the first times he had come here to Nar Shaddaa, remembered how he bought his cot, how he stole his storage crate, and the disgusting way he found his "toliet". Then his toughts turned to what was ahead. He kept his eyes peeled, his ears open, and the Force flowing to his surroundings searching through every nook, cranny, hole, and alley he passed by, searching for a set ambush. He would stay in this kind of alertness for many more days ahead.

[Oblivion]

Craft walked several miles, until he came to the south level docks. Craft's uncanny abilities to keep himself unnoticed were in constant effect on his long walk, most of the time without using the Force. Once Craft got to the extra slummy lower levels Craft found his destination, a bright red frigate waiting for him to take him off Nar Shaddaa. He walked up to the ship, and a plumber-looking human in motor grease covered clothes approached him. "Need a lift?" the man, asked. "Yeah..." Craft slowly replied. "I'm the pilot of this frigate someone said some like you would come along, well, come on.” the pilot said as he walked towards the frigate's cockpit entry door.

The door was already open, and they just walked in. The cockpit was full of food wrappers and boxes and garage was everywhere. The pilot led him to another, which he opened. The pilot led him to the frigate's storage bay. They walked among a maze of metallic crates until they came to an open one with the lid leaned against the crate. "You'll stay in here. If we meet up with authorities I'll come in here real quick like and put the lid on your crate. Only get out if you really need to. I don't want my company to find out I'm carrying stowaways, now just keep quite okay? I'll come and get you once we get to where you need to be." The pilot walked away. Craft just stood there for a moment. The inside of the ship had many pipes running everywhere, and hissing steam and dripping was the music of the frigate. Metal grating made up the floors, ceiling and walls. It was very dark, and small flickering lights swung above him.

Craft climbed in the crate, which was surprisingly clean, and waited. A few minutes later the engines hummed for awhile. Then Craft felt a slight lifting sensation, then the frigate shook furiously, then stopped, and all Craft could hear was the rhythmic hum of the powerful ion engines behind him. Craft crossed his legs a fell into a deep trance.

[Oblivion]

(to Universal Beast)