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Lots of angry people around , Mile'ka thinks as she watches the argument turn to blaster play. Must be the sand .

Seeing the Imperial sentries go running off to deal with the fighting parties, Mile'ka will walk purposefully into the landing bay. It is doubtful anyone has been notified yet on this ...

Mile'ka watches as the two conclude their business. She will try to determine what the crates might hold, her head-tails flicking mild interest. However, she is hardly in the position to intervene, nor is there any benefit in doing so against these odds.

Assuming the balloon lifts off and heads ...

Mile'ka finds that there are quite a bit of available props to cover her spying efforts. She will make sure no one is around that can approach her suddenly and will continue to watch the Ubese and his interactions with the Verpine. She is curious if the mercenary hands over the electronic device he ...

Mile'ka is not overly concerned when she loses sight of her quarry a couple of times. After all, this is merely to help pass the time, although she was hoping the Ubese had a ship of his own and was preparing to leave this dust bowl of a planet. They are clearly going the wrong way for that ...

Now what is he up to? Mile'ka ponders. It doesn't seem like the Ubese has any contacts or friends left, at least not in the immediate area. He does, however, seem to be looking for something or someone, and briefly pulls out a.. what?.. a scanner or something that she cannot quite be sure.

As he ...

Maneuvering through Mos Shuuta is relatively straightforward besides not having one centralized space port. She does spot one peculiarity on her way to one of the landing bays; a lone figure perched atop a water tower. Might be a lookout for raiders or other things like storms , she considers. There ...

The two look at each other for a moment. "Well, considering your... appearance," the woman begins, "one of the few wealthy individuals in town may need a bodyguard. The Imperials don't hire anyone, of course. And there's always Teemo, if you really want to work for one of those Hutts." She makes a ...

Stepping inside, Mile’ka sees that there is a modest eatery on the ground floor. A few humanoids of various types are scattered about around the room. The place is only about half the size of the cantina. The owners of the bunkhouse, a human couple, great Mile’ka as she comes in. “Are you looking ...

Mile'ka listens to the two human sisters talk in frantic tones, but none of it really moves the Twi'lek. Someone gets arrested for doing something wrong and everyone close to them cannot fathom what is going on , she thinks.

Seeing the silly human that ran through gunfire to escape as well as the ...

“Oh, just forget it!” Kori yells, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration.

Mile'ka arches an eyebrow but does not say anything. Humans , she thinks, getting all worked up for nothing .

“Some bodyguard you are,” Kori teases after she gets her breath back. “Sure, take them. Not like I ...

Nobody gets in Mile'ka's way as she moves to leave, so she does not get to shoot anyone. However, one antagonist decides to nearly fall on her as he dies while she attempts to depart the cantina.

Kitazza aims and fires his bowcaster again at the retreating target. This shot takes out the target ...

Mile'ka finished her drink and these boys still haven't wrapped up their little firefight to any satisfactory conclusion. Still, she is pretty confident of all the players in this little tussle, and it looks as though those with the Wookie are likely to win. She watches as the Rodians move to try ...

Mile'ka was wondering if someone was going to be foolish enough to start blasting, and it was the male human her companion had eyes for who decides it is worth getting into a shooting match without knowing all the players. Not surprisingly, Mile'ka's companion bolts for the door, risking herself ...

Her human companion suddenly seems chatty as Mile'ka takes a sip of her drink, noticing other things unfolding around them. She barely pays enough attention to nod in response at the appropriate times. Then suddenly, despite her normal attempts at composure, her heart skips a beat when a Wookie ...

“That place is a bunkhouse,” Kori says pointing in that direction. “I stayed there once before. Oh, and there's a cantina across the street.”

Mile'ka looks the place over and is less than impressed. "Well, I do not plan to stay long," she says to no one in particular. She will head over towards ...

“The name's Kori,” she'll say when the opportunity presents itself. “What brings you to the sand bar on the hind end of nowhere?”

"Mile'ka," she replies, thumbing behind them to emphasize her next response. "That ship. Now I'm stuck here, unless you have an extra ship laying around."

Noticing ...

There really isn't much left to sift through unless Mile'ka wants to comb the entire desert floor apparently. The shooters are clearly gone though, at least for now. Walking around, Mile'ka sees a few ion rifles. After checking them out, two seem in working condition, while a third is questionable ...

After waiting and waiting some more, with no shots sent in the direction of the speeder, Mile'ka figures the danger has passed, although it really makes little sense to her. Shooting and killing just for sport? she ponders. Not that it is unheard of, as there are lots of cruel races in the galaxy ...

Nothing but time , Mile'ka thought to herself as she settled in to wait. There was still enough activity and unconfirmed sounds that she was not about to go anywhere. She stopped peeking out and found a comfortable spot to settle in and wait, her blaster carbine across her lap.

A sputtering sound ...

While it would have been easy to stay on the speeder and drive off, there is no guarantee she would not have just simply been shot. Exposing herself for that long to get out of range, even against slug throwers, was too much risk for Mile'ka. She managed to find a good bulwark against the incoming ...

With the attackers having numbers and the high ground, Mile'ka moves into the shadow of her ship, or if that is not sufficient cover, will move inside the ship. It is doubtful that those primitive slug throwers will punch through the ship's hull no matter how badly mangled it is. With the focus on ...

“Does that sound fair to you?” Kori asked with an impish grin on her face.

Mile'ka listens to the deal offered by the speeder pilot, but it isn't any better except that it's not high pitched squawking and it is in Basic. "Actually my deal with the Jawas is better," she says straight faced. "I was ...

Having turned the direction of the negotiations, Mile'ka prepares for the chance of better compensation. While she does not mind dealing with Jawas as opposed to other species, they do have a tendency to get too focused on the task at hand and brush off things like fair prices.

The crash has ...

Clearly they feel like arguing over what may or may not work on this smoldering wreckage , Mile'ka thinks, getting impatient. To move the negotiations along, she unslings her blaster carbine but still holds it in a not openly aggressive manner. However, her head-tails display her displeasure as she ...

Mile'ka approaches the swarming mass of Jawas when one breaks off and heads more or less her way.

The Jawa raises both of its hands toward the Twilek and says, "Ny shootogawa! Ny shootogawa!"

She smiles and replies, "I am not going to shoot you." The Jawas, either unimpressed by one armed and ...

Mile'ka diligently scanned the rest of the horizon once she identified the incoming skimmer as piloted by Jawas. Of all the scavengers, Jawas were more tolerable, she surmised. Upon confirming that the Jawas were alone in their approach, she slung her blaster carbine over her shoulder and stuffed ...

Cursing to herself, Mile'ka pulled the last of the salvageable gear from the wreckage of the Nova Phoenix. Thankfully the crash survival kit and some other vital equipment was still workable. That could have gone better , she thinks, chastising herself for even being put into the position to face ...