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WHO: Cobb Vanth & All
WHERE: Various locations across Coruscant.
WHAT: Adventures across the planet
WHEN: Event
WARNINGS: Cussing. Angst. Possible violence. Will update as necessary.

This was not how Cobb imagined his first time off Tatooine. Then again, with his history, maybe he should have expected his first trip in space and to a Core world would be against his will. These Agrii fellas needed to learn to ask for permission. He would've said yes if they had asked. Instead, there was a little bubble of resentment brewing towards their alien captors.

But that anger could wait. A lot of people here had no idea how to navigate any planet in the galaxy much less one like Coruscant. Stars, even Cobb was a little out of his element but at least he could read the writing and understand how things worked in general. The first thing he focused on was getting everyone else settled and comfortable to go around by themselves. It was a lot of explaining how credit worked and offering to help if anyone needed it.

It took a few days before Cobb disappeared on his own one morning. The credits provided by the Agrii and the few he had on him when he got taken were burning a hole in his pocket. He went to the market and found himself some pieces of durasteel armor and a padded armor suit to wear underneath. It was, without a doubt, the nicest thing Cobb had ever owned, gleaming a brass-gold color against the black padded suit and soft green cloak he also bought to hide the scars that peeked out from the suit.

Damn if he didn't feel guilty for the two-thousand credits he handed over to buy it.

He just couldn't help but think of all the necessary things he could buy for home or this group of people at that cost. Two thousand credits would never got that far on Tatooine where everything was so damn expensive but it could've done something good. But after putting it all on he looked like he belonged on a Core world instead of an outsider in ragged clothes. Clothes he kept because they were still good enough for home and no one wasted anything on Tatooine. The armor though... wearing it he felt... like someone important and wasn't that a heavy thing?

Not only did the armor protect him and help him blend in, now he could get into better bars and taverns where they played high stakes sabacc. Cobb had learned his numbers playing the card game and was damn good at it. Good enough to win games against rich fools who tossed credits around like they could be dug up from the sand. That real vindictive part of himself really enjoyed it.

And everything he won now went to what they'd need to survive and anyone else who needed a few spare credits.

After all, he could always win more.

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“What? You want to gamble somewhere respectable?” Cobb was skeptical about that.

The saleswoman says it’s two hundred credits. Not a bad price for a helmet really. Cobb fights the urge to haggle.

Cause can decide that for himself. He seems like the type to wheel and deal.

Cayde wasn't sure what the credit to glimmer ratio was, but he figured two hundred wasn't outrageous. "Is that the going rate for gently broken-in?" he asked, a smirk in his tone. "Think I'm doing you a favor freeing up shelf-space, this thing's kind of dusty."

He wasn't going to try terribly hard to haggle, but he wasn't really the sort to just drop credits or what-have-you on something at face value unless he knew he was getting a good deal.

Cobb chuckles a little under his breath. The saleswoman didn't seem to know what to make of Cayde's bargaining style. It didn't seem to impress her much either. She shook her head. It was two hundred or he could put it back.

What did a droid need with a helmet anyway?

Yeah, Cobb sort of figured that might come up. He sighed and glanced at Cayde, raising an eyebrow. He'd give him half the credits if Cayde really didn't want to pay that much. He had a good cushion of credits from all his time gambling and what the Agrii gave him.

Well, he tried. The Exo gave an overly dramatic shrug, perhaps feeling he needed to overcompensate for the lack of anyone being able to see his face. To Cobb's unspoken offer he raised a hand, then fiddled with a pouch at his belt before producing the amount of credits asked for.

Getting more was never something he figured would be a problem, and while he hadn't figured the whole droid angle in until now, he supposed if the helmet helped a little, it was worth the investment.

The saleswoman wished them a good day though Cobb didn't miss the way she watched them as they left. This would be a story among the vendors. No doubt.

"How you feelin'? You wanna head back to the hangars and try a match with me?" He watched the chaos of the streets for a moment. So many speeders. So many people just inches from crashing.

He missed the open expanses of Tatooine.

Sundance reported as much to Cayde as they departed, the Exo chuckling to himself. This wasn't quite the impression he was meaning to make anywhere, but he still liked the idea of spreading some kind of reputation about. He might not be here forever but stories tended to linger.

Coruscant was certainly a different kind of busy from the Last City, although he knew it could be just as chaotic. Just without so many layers. Guardians did like to do their own thing, after all. It made him nostalgic for home. Ironic how much you could miss a place after being stuck there forever.

"Yeah, let's head back," he nodded. He was going to have to do some rethinking, but he was also eager to get some Sabacc games under his belt before setting out to play in the wild.

They'd be on this planet for awhile. Cobb would make sure Cayde got to play at least one Sabacc game in some underworld bar before they got sent home. It's kind of nice actually to teach someone and play.

It was good to make another friend besides Mando.

"Great. My favorite part of this planet," he says dryly as he went to get a taxi. This was clearly the most dangerous part of the planet. Only the reckless blind drove taxi speeders on this planet.

"What, you don't feel comfortable floating over a bottomless void?" Cayde grinned as he sauntered along after the man. "Or is it just finding a vacant ride?" He could see how that could also be a problem.

"-ooh! Can we stop and grab some food on the way?"

"Not without a jetpack." Maybe it was the lack of control that got to Cobb. He'd like to fly the speeder but with no license and no speeder that wasn't going to happen. He had to trust other folks to drive him around.

The comment about food made Cobb pause a moment. Where had he gotten good food around here?

"Yeah, figure we can find somethin' on the way back. Unless you've got some place in mind?" Cobb stuck out his hand to signal a taxi. "Only place I know is a kabob cart near the hangar."

Which had questionable cleanliness at best and meat he couldn't identify but Cobb was not a picky eater.

The Hunter smirked a little at that. Jetpacks did sound useful. He had no such luxuries, but it didn't stop him from leaping across chasms and the like even without being able to float like a Warlock or even a Titan, although he never could wrap his head around why the latter could do such.

"Well, if our ride suddenly gives out on us, I gotcha," he reassured.

Asking him about food just made him shrug. "I dunno, something edible. Maybe the driver will have a suggestion? None of those fancy places though."

Cobb was a little skeptical. Cayde was made of metal and he imagined the man would fall a hell of a lot faster than he would. And hit the ground harder. He wasn't sure he wanted the Exo trying to save him.

When they got a taxi Cobb slid in and leaned forward to the driver. "Hey, where's a decent place to eat that's not gonna worry about a dress code? If it serves something spicy I'll give you a bigger tip."

"Got it."

And they were off seconds later, joining the flow of traffic that made Cobb so damn nervous. The driver took them to a mid-level place with a lot of glowing neon but a decent looking crowd inside. Cobb gave him a big tip anyway even if the food wasn't spicy just to be nice.

Completely opposite of how Cobb was feeling, Cayde was looking just about everywhere he could as they drove off. "Hoo, what a sight!" he spouted, leaning over the edge as he tried to count levels. Here and there he'd point at things that looked interesting, or made idle bets like 'how much would you pay me if I could jump between those two platforms?'

He was up and out of the taxi the moment they'd set down again, looking eagerly towards the place in question. He rubbed his hands together, glancing back as he waited for Cobb to pay off the driver.

Cayde was clearly insane but in an amusing sort of way. Cobb would not take any of his bets, however.

After paying he leads him inside. There's a table open in the middle and they seat themselves. A few minutes later a waiter appears and slaps a holo on the table that projects the menu. In aurebesh which Cobb could read but he imagined Cayde couldn't. Unless the Exo had figured out the written Basic alphabet in his time here.

Though, Cobb didn't know half of what it was talking about. His knowledge of the wider galaxy was sorely lacking. "What are you in the mood for?" he asked him as he flipped through the menu.

Sundance was still compiling languages from various signs they'd seen but so far Cayde only managed to recognize 'Sale.' Obviously something that transcended the universal languages.

He settled into his seat and started working at tugging off his helmet, careful in case anything snagged. He was also fully prepared for any stares to come, but how was he going to eat with a helmet on? Pulling his hood back up as he set the helmet beside him, optics shuttering as he squinted at the menu.

"You said spicy. If there's anything that sounds good in that department, I'm in."

Maybe that was another lesson Cobb should teach. He felt lost sometimes in this world and it was his own galaxy. He could imagine how the others might feel not knowing anything about this place.

He signaled the waiter again and ordered what seemed like a spicy soup with various vegetables and dumplings and two ales. Then he stopped the man and ordered two waters because water was not expensive here. It would come with ice which was still slightly insane to Cobb.

"We'll see if it is spicy. I found Coruscant's idea of spicy pretty boring." Cobb leaned back in his chair and scanned the crowd.

"Eh, something to wet our feet then. I'm sure there's gotta be some place around here. There's like, a bajillion levels of stuff around here!"

Plenty of opportunity in Cayde's book. He drummed his fingers on the table as he waited, picking up the water without looking at the ice sideways once it was brought over. "Gotta remember to pick up some stuff for the bar before we're due to head out," he said after gulping down half of the glass and its ice, but there was no helping the latter. He wiped off his chin with the back of a glove. "I wonder how expensive neon signs are around here. There's gotta be some kinda deal, right? These things are everywhere!"

Ice cold water was a treat to be savored. Cobb sipped his slowly and rubbed his fingers along the condensation on the glass just to feel it. He would never take water for granted.

"Somewhere in those bajillion levels you should be able to find an engineer to make one for ya. Don't know what it'll cost you though. Already bought a few bottles of spotchka to take back." After the armor Cobb had bought necessary supplies like seeds, dried goods, and little sewing kit and repair tools. Spotchka was necessary.

He wasn't going back to Tembra without it. "Probably a city guide somewhere to check on that stuff."

The Exo nodded thoughtfully. He was still batting around ideas in his head for what exactly he'd want made in neon for the bar but he remained convinced it was something of a necessity. All proper establishments had something emblazoned in eye-searing color on the wall.

"I'll shop around." For signs, for drinks and snacks, who knew? Weapons- that went without saying, if only because he knew that they'd also come in handy, and back on Temba they seemed like even less of a thing they had access too.

Cobb considers him over the rim of his glass. "You don't have any idea what you want, do you?"

Cayde's face was surprisingly expressive for being droid like. When he wanted to, he was pretty easy to read.

"Probably gonna have to draw out what you want though because they'll write it in aurebesh if you ask for a sign with the name." He gestures to the neon in the window, all in that font.

Sighing, the Exo leaned back in his seat. "Nope, not really. I've tried sketching some things out but it's still a work in progress," he admitted as he folded his arms. "It's a lot harder figurin' stuff like that out than you'd think." And now with language barriers to consider? He had to laugh.

"Oh, good point. Although it might be a nice exotic touch, I dunno. No helpin' if only a handful of people can read it- but it's not like there's any competition in Temba."

"There's only one cantina in town where I come from. Doesn't have a sign. Doesn't need one. You could just... forget it until you've got an idea." Cobb figured that suggestion wouldn't go over well but it was worth making. Cayde could save his credits and not get a sign.

No reason to save those credits but, well, Cobb hated spending money unnecessarily.

"Now, the real hard question is what color?"

"Hm. No, you're right. But I still feel like the bar's missing something." He smiled crookedly. "That and maybe I'm just feeling nostalgic for the big ol' glowing bowl of ramen noodles that decorates the wall of my favorite food place."

It seemed like the best opportunity to find something of the sort here in a city that used it so extensively anyway. Cayde chuckled. Thinking about designing and buying a neon sign was the last thing he'd ever thought he'd ever be doing. Is this what one did with too much free time?

"-that's not a fair question when I'm not even sold on what design. Although I think something that would match my scintillating gaze would definitely have to be incorporated somewhere."

"What's in that? The ramen you keep talkin' about." Cobb remembered him mentioning it before but he can't quite recall if the Exo explained what it was exactly.

He chuckled as the waiter set down the soup. It was a cloudy brown color with three large dumplings floating in it with bits of vegetables. Smelled good but Cobb didn't feel the spice burning the back of his nose.

"Blue's definitely your color." Just like Cobb's was red even if he didn't have his signature red bandana on right now.

Cayde's optics brightened as he sat up, resting his arms at the edge of the table. "Oh, it's pork broth- not sure if you know what that is but anyway, you got some meat and bone that's been simmering for hours and hours to get the flavor out- that's the base. Then there's spice, like biting into a burning ice cube, and you got slices of the same meat topping the noodles- the latter being the second main thing to the broth, some green onions and an egg, more veggies if that's your thing." He sighed wistfully. "Ah, good stuff."

His gaze immediately fell upon the soup that was placed before them. Didn't quite look any more impressive than it smelled, but he was still all for trying it.

"Only in tasteful quantities," he said in regards to colors. "I think if I wore anything blue it'd mess up this intricate balance I've got going."

Nope, had no idea what pork broth was but he knew how to make a broth. Did it all the time back at home with bantha or scurriers. Cobb couldn't contextualize a burning ice cube either but he could make a spicy broth.

He nodded along after a moment. "That shouldn't be too hard to recreate. You think the others would get upset if I butchered one of them glowing fluffy things back home to try and make this?"

They would have enough supplies when they got back. It was always a big deal to butcher one of the herd where he came from but those glowing things were in better supply than banthas in Mos Pelgo.

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