Holy Snokes it feels like years since I last updated. I'm so sorry. I've just had no motivation to finish even though we're closing in on the end.

New term: (woman/man) = I don't think this needs a description. This is based off sex, though, not gender. Sorry about that.:/ Please let me know if you can think of a way to address all genders so I can use it as a gender thing instead.

I still don't own a single thing.
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From what you've heard, the city of Jiara had a mix of traditional and modern culture. Streets shops lined the sides of the roads, which were so thin it wasn't worth trying to ride a speeder through. Walking was the only way you could move through the bustling people.

But while the layout of the town remained traditional, technology flourished around the area. Literally. The town was encircled by a giant ship factory, which produced some of the most modern ships in the galaxy. You wonder why the Empire hasn't gotten their hands on this place yet.

Speaking of Empire, Len went through rigmarole to remove the exterior Empire from your group. Apparently the Empire isn't well received around this area. Orson is wearing some regular Coruscanti citizen clothing, which don't really fit him because they're women's, not men's. Still, he managed to get into them and not complain. The Death Troopers have their armor underclothing on, which could pass off as regular clothing. Each were allowed to keep their smaller pistol, but avoid using it except in the most extreme conditions. Your officer clothes were fine as soon as Len removes the pins and gave you a pendant that marks your new authority. You now looked like a business (woman/man).

Two large gates mark the entrance to Jiara. A tiny droid stands before them, scanning IDs. Your group reaches the droid, who holds out his little hands. Len gives the robot her ID. "I have some friends and family visiting today. Is it alright if they come in with me?"

"And who are they?" The droid asks, peeking around Len.

Len points to Near, then Orson, then Ryuzaki and Matsuda, and finally you and Mello. "That's my brother, this is my uncle, these two are my cousins, and those two are my friends."

The droid nods. He takes a scan of you group before admitting you all in. "Enjoy your day in Jiara," the droid says.

"Thank you!" Matsuda responds. As soon as your group is out of the droid's hearing range, Matsuda sighs. "That was close!" Orson shoots her a glare and she falls silent.

"Shh," Ryuzaki muttered. "We're not out of the deep yet. Don't jinx it."

Matsuda looks as though she has a question on her mind but doesn't say a single thing. She whispers something to Mello, who responds "A jinx is something or someone that brings bad luck."

As the Death Troopers talk, Len leads the group to the center of the town, where a ship auction is flourishing. Aliens of all forms are there bidding for some of the highest class ships you have ever seen. Even Orson is impressed. How come the Empire never got their hands on this kind of technology? Why, the war would have already been won with the Rebellion.

Orson leans down and whispered into your ear. "Bid high, (Name). Pick which we one you think will be the most beneficial now and in the future. The Empire will cover the expenses."

The better question was which ship to bet on? They all looked gorgeous and futuristic. The technology almost spoke to you, begging for your mathematical mind to dig through its program and take it apart until you knew how to rebuild it by memory. Any of them could be a benefit to the Empire. Yet you kept yourself from speaking, hoping one of them would stand out more than the others.

Ryuzaki walks up to your right, between you and Len. "I thought you said we were just going to buy a ship traditionally?" He asks Len.

"This place is the biggest shop gambling spot of the galaxy. Traditional ship selling laws just don't bring the people the same excitement," Len replies.

You zone out of their conversation when Orson raps your shoulder. "(Name), I need you to do something for me."

"Oh?"

"Take Ryuzaki and Mello. Go around to the back of the place and report which ships are for sale. I'm looking for something with either a thermal or nuclear reactor or both."

"Why? We only need one ship," you say.

"For scrap parts," Orson tells you. Well, if that's what he wants, then that's what you'll do.

Ryuzaki is set to go by the time your conversation finishes. He must have been listening even though he was talking to Len. "Come on, (L/Name)." Ryuzaki begins making his way through the crowd.

It's then you realize you don't have Mello with you. "Wait, we need to get Mell-"

"Mello and Near are busy."

You frown. Aren't you a higher rank than him? Who does he think he is to talk to you like that? "Well then let's take Matsuda."

"No."

"Why not?"

"She needs to stay with Krennic. It keeps her in line better and it's less of a hassle for us." Something about that line confuses you. Ryuzaki normally liked Matsuda's company and he could tolerate her strange behavior well. So why is he saying this now?

Suddenly you hear a com beep. Ryuzaki taps his com, turning it on. "DT-RY, we're in position," said Mello's voice.

"Proceed as normal."

You frown. Had Krennic commanded them behind your back? Or was Ryuzaki planning something? "What's going on?" You ask.

Ryuzaki clicks his com and talks over his shoulder. "The Director fears someone is trying to assassinate him. He wants us to be alert."

Fair enough. That's probably why Ryuzaki left Matsuda behind. But it didn't make sense that he asked Mello to go with you and Ryuzaki when Mello wasn't even there. Was it deception for Len? Perhaps... Orson doesn't trust Len and you yourself is a little wary.

The two of you reach the backstage. Ships are lined up in a queue, receiving their last polish before they roll out to face the public. You and Ryuzaki scale up one of the nearby buildings and begin watching the frantic ship maintenance with your electro binoculars. Of course, you take a moment to spy on Krennic. Matsuda's height makes it easy for you to find Orson, who is bidding on something.

"What do you think of that ship right there?" Ryuzaki asks. You turn your attention off Orson and look at the ship below you. "I can't tell if it has the reactor the Director is looking for."

"I can't either," you say. "We should go down and find out." You stand up to do so but Ryuzaki holds you back. "What?"

"We can't go back there. Not unless we're some authorized personnel or we're going to sell a ship." He gestures towards a sign that reads 'Keep Out! Auction personnel only.'

You hop down anyway and watch the personnel walk around until you see someone around your size. Ryuzaki shakes his head. 'Don't.' He mouths. But of all the Death Troops, he should know what disappointing Krennic would be like. However your pride is stronger than your common sense and you knock out the personnel. Then you quickly change your uniform.

Your name is now R. Dekin. You walk freely through the ship area while Ryuzaki watches from above. He looks close to face palming at your 'brilliant' plan. You will admit, you didn't think it out too much.

Nonetheless, you can tell what kind of core each ship has. Some of the older ones who are just for show still have their plasma core. Most of the others have thermal or ion reactors. Yet these tend to be far too pricey for its size and contents inside.

The oldest ship here has a nuclear core and when you discover it's at a reasonable price, you com Orson and alert him of its queue number. He sounds impressed as he says "Excellent. I'll make sure to keep my eye out for it."

A voice behind you startles you. A large green alien with the face of a frog waddles up to you. "Who the hell are you?" He gurgles.

"I'm R. Dekin," You respond.

He glances down at your name tag, then sets his eyes upon your face. He does this for a moment before saying "R. Dekin does not have that color hair." His hand reaches up and seizes you by the collar, yanking you close to his slimy body. "Who are you?"

You wince as his spit flys all over your face. "I told you-"

He throws you against a ship. His feet make squishing sounds as he nears you again, yet before he can touch you a blaster bolt strikes him in the head. Your eyes turn to see Ryuzaki pointing his gun in your direction.

'Well done, DT-RY,' you mouth. 'Now you've done it!' Ryuzaki looks confused at your anger but it isn't long before security guards rush in and he understands the whole situation.
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Oh dear. Ryuzaki really messed up.

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