Corellia was an oceanic planet with urban centers shrouded by darkness. That was the thing about space travel. Time became increasingly relative with no sun, and Jaime slept when she felt either bored or exhausted. Her circadian rhythm was long lost to the endless void of space. Admittedly, she always thought it was fascinating to see how various cities buzzed with neon lights as people went about their nocturnal business. Especially because nighttime carried the most suspicious individuals under its cloak of shadows. The types who Prudii and Jaime often dealt with.
Jaime did not like Prudii very much. In fact, they were always engaged in some argument dripping with vehemence due to clashing personalities. Their most negative traits were all too similar. But the girl liked seeing the galaxy, and for some reason her older counterpart had not abandoned her yet. Therefore, she decided accompanying him would benefit her in knowledge and experience.
There was a parka in the back of Prudii's ship, which she pulled on before exiting the aircraft. Its material protected her from a heavy downpour of rain. Cold water flooded the streets they walked on, and it soaked through Jaime's boots. What really grossed her out was the smell of something putrid rising from the water. It was probably due to poor sewer drainage.
"This place is kinda a dump, eh?" She scoffed. It was her first time ever seeing Corellia. Republic droids marched up and down slick streets, prompting citizens to step aside. At least the oceanic view beat what she was familiar with. "So how are we going to find-" Upon stepping off the landing platform she felt someone grab her by the upper arm.
A man wearing a Republic uniform stared down at her with sharp eyes. "Do you have clearance to be using these landing docks?" He sneered.
"What if I don't?" Jaime shot with a tone of ire, reaching over her shoulder for the vibroblade dagger she kept on her back. @Prudence
Corellia was an unwelcome sense of home for Prudii, reminding him of not-so-distant youth. Lately he'd been spending more time in the Outer Rim, and he was beginning to see the appeal of that life to some people. He wouldn't likely ever be the kind to settle down though. Not only was he stuck on dreary Corellia, on the eve of a budding storm, but he was saddled with a fourteen-year-old-girl as well.
She was somewhere between a crewmate and a dependant of his, and he hadn't determined exactly what to do with the girl yet. She was mouthy, ill-tempered, and remorseless, reminding Prudii of himself at a young age and pressing all of his buttons. He hardly remembered how she'd gotten aboard his ship now, but it hardly mattered. The two negotiated their way down a wet rundown street, past throngs of bedraggled beings hunched over and hurrying to get out of the rain. Wearing a bulky coat that she'd found aboard the Heir Apparent, Jaime looked like tall, puffy Jawa.
"Yeah," Prudii agreed with her. "I grew up in places like this, though with a lot less water. At least we were dry." Steam roiled off the street-tops between them, finding a way to seep into his jumpsuit and make him even wetter. She was in the middle of asking him another question when she was interrupted by a nosey Republic officer. "While it might be amusing to see what the girl could do to you if we didn't have the permits, we do." He stepped between the two of them, breaking his hold on Jaime with his shoulder. "While I understand that Republic pricks like you get a hard-on from harassing Mandalorians, but I made my way off the planet lawfully." That was a half-truth—Prudii hadn't been to Mandalore in over twenty years, and when he had left it had been with his mother.
Prudii keyed the datapad built into his bracer, and the image switched to display his landing pass. The pass had been acquired using a forged transponder, and false names, which did make it illegal—but he wouldn't know any of that. The Republic officer seemed to lose interest in them and moved along, glancing back once to eye the pair.
"Answering your earlier question," Prudii began. He took a sharp turn to the right down a narrow alley and grabbed her sleeve to jerk her after him. "I have contacts that will know where he is. The Corellian mob used to be the prime competitor of the Hutts, and I worked for a Corellian mobster. Just try not to start a fucking revolution before we get our bomb maker."
Jaime nodded at his remarks about growing up in a similar place to Corellia. She could relate. Being trapped on Sereno for many of her formative years allowed her to grow familiar with the presence of soldiers marking their territory and transgressing on locals. She hated their mindless loyalty to violent causes which disrupted defenseless communities like her own. It was why she was so eager to sink her vibroblade into the shoulder of a bureaucratic guard asking for permits. Before she could, Prudii motioned to deescalate the situation. He promptly stood between she and the guard, causing her to roll her eyes.
Soon enough, they were promptly on their way once more. "The Corellian mob? Sounds pretty neat,." Sidestepping a wave of water kicked up from the side of a hovercraft, she meandered on. The girl had to walk twice as fast to keep up with Prudii. Luckily she did not tire easily.
They made their way a few blocks deeper into the city where clanging metal staircases took them down to a subbasement. Smoke was thickly emitted from industrial buildings. Some of it smelled like burning chemicals. Some smelled like well seasoned street food. Jaime figured breathing shallow breaths was best if she did not want to induce a headache.
Finally, they approached a metal sliding door hidden within a shadowy alleyway which Prudii knocked upon with a swift sharpness. There was a camera in bolted to the doorframe. It was only a few moments before the door opened automatically. There was nobody to welcome them.
"Is your guy here?" Jaime questioned, peering inside. She followed the man into a dark room illuminated only by a little flashlight connected to an R3-F5 who pointed it at the guests. Jaime reached her hand up and shielded her eyes from the light. "Hey little guy. Is there anyone else here?"
The droid beeped and booped at the sight of company.
"Don't tell me it's a droid we're looking for."
"Nope, it's not mine," a voice rose from within the space. A lamplight flicked on which revealed a woman sitting at a worktable. She was in a tank top and underwear with goggles on. "I'm just fixing the droid for a customer." A mountain of tools and parts were tossed into various piles around what appeared to be a mechanic shop.
"Were you just sitting in the dark?" Jaimie asked, peering around the place.
"Nah, I was sleeping. This grade A spice has me nodding out while I'm working. But I have a feeling that's not why you're here, Mandalorian." @Prudence
The longer they spent on Corellia, the more Prudii's detest for it rose. Even through his helmet's environmental filters he could smell the city's pugnet industrial stench. Luckily for him, those filters did block all but a taste of the repulsive smells. Beside him, Jaime looked like she was on the verge of hyperventilating from the smells. If she proved herself capable, or stopped bothering him so much, he might invest in some sort of cheap face mask or helmet for her. He was honestly surprised that she'd come this far without stealing something like that from someone.
They finally came to a door that was halfway hidden beneath a shadowy walkway. Prudii slammed his fist against the door to get the attention of whoever was inside and then waited. There was a camera on the front of the door, leading him to assume that its occupant would get a good look at him. When the door opened to reveal an empty darkness confusion began to bloom over him. "I certainly goddamn hope he is."
He wandered into the shop, glancing around as he did. His helmet was able to show more in the darkness than the naked eye, but there was little to pickup. "Do you really think that I'd fucking bring us to talk to an astromech droid?" He turned to her and tilted his head in sarcastic curiosity. "What kind of backwards ass bantha farm did you grow up on?"
A woman sat up at the desk behind the droid, someone that Prudii hadn't seen in his earlier scans. Instinctively he grabbed a pistol and raised it at her, but lowered it slowly when she posed no clear risk. "An armored mercenary walks in and you're able to deduce that I'm not here to talk about spice? A real prodigy you are. Why is it you think we're here?"