h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*shrugs*

Fine by me.

*SW-888 stomps away*

*looks at Ring, then follows SW back to the landing pads*

*Ring walks off*

<*Tent runs off into the distance...*>

*walks through Coronet knowing where she is going*

*walks through the intertwineing laberinth of back streets and allyways*

*Bizarre Devaronian passes actually attaches his horns to his head*

*He comes from the direction of a shady looking alien in the corner with many small boxes*

How... odd...
do people round here normaly... do that..
*gestures towards the horns*

*The alien, a Snivvian looks and the the mouth curls into a smile*


SNIVVIAN: [They do if they want to... save face...]

*gestures to a box which has various components to make different alien species*

So... useful...
I.... might be interested in your services....

if... possably
any speaces you say... even perhaps twilek ?

SNIVVIAN: [They're easy... *reaches into box and pulls out two head tails* got things in 'em to move to different emotions just like Twi'leks.

Stick there on your head, lose some clothes and paint yer skin.


500 credits.]

*hands over the credits*
Easaly done...

*Snivvian smiles and hands over necessary bits then begins to pack...*

*dissaperes into the shadows somewhere leaveing sometime later with the headpeace on wereing much less cloathing than she would normaly, and with somesort of body paint*
*walks towards her destination*

*runs into coronet and into some shadows when she steps out from them she is Anoon again... though slightly lighter dressed than normal, she pulls the hood of a cloak up keeping the disguise in a box she goes back to the landing pads*

*hundreds of factories in the city carry on producing things like they have done for years*

*somewhere deep in corsec holding Rikarn Gibúr hearing the news of his parents death, slips out a hidden knife from its place and...*

* a news report proclaims that all members of the Gibúr family are dead, except one sole survivor whose whereabouts are unknown*


*ships descend from the orbit of the planet and constantly ferry things from the surface to orbit*

*Thcur walks out on to the capital, to his left is a survial store, he enters.

On entering the store Thcur is met with the over welling smell of age, the air seemed knoticlable ticker, he walks uo to the shop counter
Thcur sayes*
excuse me I am looking for some:
Tined food
Warm clothing and some blakents
Blasters
A basic survival pack with a med kit inside with bacta-patches and bandges. Can you help me with these item of equpment?

*The shopkeeper, a humaniod responds*
yes sir we have all these itme but it will not be cheap

*thcur*
how much?

*shopkeeper*
500 credits

*thcur*
I only have half that amount, surley there must be a way that we can reach an angrement

*shopkeeper*
I will excpet 250 credits, if you can tell me what this is
*the shopkeeper removes from his cloke a small statue*
if you can not I will take your 250 credits, deal?

*Thcur*
deal

*the shopkeeper removes from his cloke the statue, it was a lion with a ring of flame for the mane*

*shopkeper*
well?

*Thcur stares at the statue with disbelief, he reaches inside his own cloke and removes a pendent, which on the end of the string was the same figurine*
that is the the god Feringa, the god of fire from my home planet.

*shopkeeper*
but,but, how can you be from there?

*thcur*
nothing in this universe is impossbale, can I now have my items

*the shopkeeper goes off and collects all the items, still shakeing his head in disbelief, he places them on the table*
here you go, put away your money, this is on the house

*thcur*
thank you
*he leaves the shop, the shopkeeper is still shakeing his head. Thcur heads to the landing bay*