Versus

[Artima Bale]

Kara finished affixing her beskar armor plates on, then grabbed her helmet and went back to the cockpit. She checked how much time remained before the reversion to realspace and decided she had enough time to watch the message containing the details about her job on Corellia. It was a fairly standard message from her employer, detailing where the shipment he wanted was going to be delivered, and her favorite part of the message: how much he was willing to pay her for acquiring the goods. He made a big show about how it shouldn't be a difficult job and they wouldn't be expecting her.
However, as a general rule Kara didn't trust aruetiise when they said a job would be 'easy'.

Not long after Kara landed at the spaceport. Once she finished locking her ship up she pulled on her helmet and headed for the city streets to scope out the area and make sure she'd be able to complete her job successfully.

[Kel]

Clea adjusted her helmet and swore under her breath. She shook her head. The things she did in the name of independence.

In the month since the issues at the casino and how injured Kenos had gotten just to rescue her, Clea had realized just how often she'd been helpless in recent situations and it had itched at the back of her mind until she was practically going crazy.

When this job offer, picking up and object and then playing stormtrooper to get it across the city from the landing point to the drop point, crossed her radar, she couldn't resist the ability to prove her indepedence to everyone, but especially herself.

So here she was, all suited up, the package in a rucksack on her back, expecting all sorts of trouble in the supposedly half-an-hour-by-foot trip to the drop point. She touched her blaster, sealed the ramp of the Jay and set off.

[Artima Bale]

Kara walked casually through the streets, ignoring the looks she occasionally received due to the armor. She suspected the lightsaber hanging on her belt didn't help put people at ease. The last time she'd been to Corellia was with Herder, but they hadn't exactly done much sightseeing, so now she was paying close attention to anything she could use to her advantage. According to her HUD the delivery location was only a few minutes from her current location, and the designated time of delivery was rapidly approaching. It occurred to her she had no idea how to recognize whoever was making the delivery, so she decided to patrol the area and keep alert.

[Kel]

Clea trotted alertly down the street, keeping half an eye on her datapad and the directions to the point.

[Artima Bale]

Kara paused on the corner of one of the streets near the delivery point, but she hoped far enough away that she wouldn't attract any attention. She let out a breath, knowing she'd have to come up with some sort of plan to repossess the item because the last thing she wanted was a long drawn out fight in the middle of the street. After a moment she turned and continued her patrol.

[Kel]

As she reached the halfway mark according to her 'pad, Clea slowed, squinting out through the stormtrooper helmet awkwardly, cursing the way it restricted her usual line of sight. She would have much preferred to just make her way there as herself, figuring it would have been a lot less obvious since she was getting looks now. Blowing out a breath no one heard, she continued slowly down the street, hand resting on her blaster.

[Artima Bale]

Kara fingered her blaster, beginning to feel slightly impatient with the whole job. She had no idea who to look for, and she really wished her employer had given her more to work with. According to her HUD the street she was now currently on was the one most likely to be used to get to the delivery point so she decided to remain here for a while longer.

[Kel]

Clea continued slowly down the street, biting her lip as she felt the rucksack again to make sure everything was secure as she scanned for these threats that were promised.

[Artima Bale]

Kara paced back and forth, checking the time every so often, becoming more anxious as the time passed. She let out a breath, using the Force to try to get a sense of the area, though she still kept a close eye on her helmet sensors.

[Kel]

Clea stopped abruptly, spotting the Mandalorian pacing in regular steps between her and the ever-so-close-now delivery point. She swore, pondered for a second on how much she'd been doing that since landing, and decided to try one of the other possible routes, backing back around the corner as subtly as she could in full armor.

[Artima Bale]

Kara turned her head, sensing that she'd been spotted. "Fierfek," she muttered under her breath, slowly turning to scan the crowd. She noticed the stormtrooper attempt to sneak back down another street and realized that's who had spotted her. One hand on her blaster, Kara turned and followed.

[Kel]

Clea glanced back over her shoulder repeatedly as she requested a new set of directions from her datapad. "Why did I feel the need to do this?" she asked herself with a groan.

[Artima Bale]

Kara rounded the corner and spotted the stormtrooper up ahead. She started walking faster, trying to close the distance between them faster so she could hurry up and take the item and get off-planet.

[Kel]

Clea spotted the Mandalorian and bit her lip, trying to remember what Kara had told her about Mandalorians and their bounty hunting practices. I am so screwed.

[Artima Bale]

Kara continued to close the distance between them, now having totally given up any hope of subtlety. "Hey, you with the backpack," she called to the stormtrooper and laid one hand on her blaster. "You've got something I need."