Time of Thrawn Options

[Unarmed]

Kolbacca sits lazily in one of the chairs in the mess hall. Oo'lan had been quiet for the last little while, and she was getting anxious, as the ship was now in its descent towards Orboa-Skai's spaceport. Seven stands in the corner, unobtrusive yet ready for translation if need be. Kolbacca roars softly, with an obvious tone of impatience, and the droid speaks in the language of the Gand.

What is the mist saying now? I just want to get off this heap and get after that... scum.

Kolbacca was older than the total lifespan of many humans, but by Wookie standards she was still quite young, and it showed in her generally impatient attitude. She taps a finger on the table slowly as she waits for Oo'lan's response.

[ludomastro]

The Hawk continues down the well to the main spaceport and is directed to berth 314. The bay is painted with a stylistic mathematical symbol. The air is cool in the shadows but humid this near the equator. The sun promises warmer temperatures. A tall humanoid ... or perhaps a very tall human male walks into the shadow and waits at the bottom of the ramp. He taps on a pad with his stylus.

Knowledge Roll of 3 or better

[ Spoiler ]

The symbol is "pi" of course. :P

[NerfHerder]

He will be here Kol, or his trail will be. Of that we can be sure. Gand would suggest we first check some of the seedier establishments. As soon as we get planetside Gand will check the local bounties. That should give us some people to shake down for information. The Gand replies in his native tongue. The sooner Ma'Nosh is in a cell the happier Gand will be. Not mention wealthier.

[ludomastro]

The tall human...oid stares up at the ramp of the Hawk. He seems to simultaneously exude patience and impatience at the same time.

[Unarmed]

Kolbacca looks at the image of the man standing at Hawk's ramp on one of the ship's internal monitors. Through the translator droid, she speaks to her Gand companion.

This is a problem for the captain to deal with, yes? I guess there are slight upsides to not having your own ship.

Kolbacca frowns.

[fistandantilus4....]

Hal walks down the ramp with a warm smile on her face.

Everything's perfectly normal here sir. Nothing you need to worry about. Let's just hope it goes this way. Nothing suspicious about us. I hope.

Good morning insepctor. Or afternoon. I'm Captain Hal of the Centurion Hawk.Docking for refueling, rest for a few days, and off loading passengers. No cargo.

She hands him a copy of her manifest, showing only three passengers.

[ludomastro]

Up close Hal is able to determine that this is not a human. The large humanoid examines the datapad with a small look of annoyance ... or is it satisfaction ... on his (its) face. He hands the pad back to Hal. Every thing appears to be in order. If you have any questions, please refer yourself to the information kiosk near the center of the spaceport. Have a nice visit.

He then walks away quietly and efficiently.

Hello there gorgeous. The voice belongs to a human man of about 30 with blond hair. He is wearing some sort of black uniform with a white pegasus on it.

[fistandantilus4....]

Well that was.. huh?

Hal turns toward the new comer. Do I ... know you? You've obviosuly got me pegged. she says with a smile, recovering quickly.

[ludomastro]

I don't know you but I had hoped that I could buy you a drink and get to know you. The name is John. John Ringstrider.

He flashes a smile the size of a Golan I Defense Platform.

[Ophis]

Rand waits at the top of the ramp watching Hall deal with the official and then this...
The flashes hot, wanting to intervene, to say something but worried about what Hal will do if he interferes.

Aaargh. Please say no! Please give we a chance to explain why I've been being an arse. I should step in. But I should let her make her own mind up.

Rand struggles with his thoughts, watching clearly worried by the events he sees.

[Unarmed]

Still in the mess hall area of the Hawk, Kolbacca turns to Oo'lan.

Shall we both start investigating the spaceport, or would you like to commune with the mist? I'm anxious to get going, but I'd rather not start without you. Ma'nosh needs to be found, though, and I can't do much sitting on this ship.

Kolbacca gathers her meager belongings, slinging her blaster rifle over her back, and muttering to Seven in wookie. She stands, ready for action.

[fistandantilus4....]

Hal puts her weight on one leg, cocking her hips out, a hand on her hip (coincidentally the one with er blaster on it) and smiles demurely. 'Ringstrider'. hmm... as in, 'walking around in circles'? Is this what you do all day? Sit around the space port and hit on the first girl that steps off a ship, because she must obviously be the most eager of them on board? Easier to get the eager ones away from the rest of the pack. get them a drink, move them off to somewhere else? Then before they know it, you're talking about a litle extra work they can pick up. not much to it, just lay down and relax, pretend it's someone they like, and just give you a small cut?

Listen, I may be new here, but really, did you honestly think that a nice smile and a bad pick up line was all it was going to take to get me to wander off all nerf-eyed, have a drink with you, while you tell me about the 'the possibiities' we could find together?

Now sure, I could be waaay off base. You could just be some nice middle man who's heard about my reputation, and wanted to hire me and my crew for a job. You could just be extremely unsubtle, and think that this really was the best way to approach me. Either way, you're going to have to turn around and go find someone else to bother for a little while, because I don't like annoyances, and I really don't like amateurs.

Hal stares vibroblades at the man, daring him to say something back.

Daylin's got me on edge, Rand's got me all sorts of confused, the bug is weirding me out, just lost a near fortune in salvage because Daylin's "got a bad feeling about this", on the run from the Empire maybe, and now some spaceport mynock wants to hit me up for a drink?! I don't think so. Wrong place, wrong time.

[ludomastro]

The young man shuffles his feet uncomfortably for a moment and then hangs his head and walks away.

[Ophis]

Rand breathes a sigh of relief at Hal's reaction. He steps down the ramp.

Since you refused that date, can I buy you a drink? Maybe I can start to make up for being a jerk the last few days.

Sort out Hal first. Than I can deal with Dayln.

[fistandantilus4....]

Hal throws her hands in the air in frustration, stomping but up the gang plank.

Daylin, a bit uncharacteristically, pats Rand on the shoulder
Dont worry. your still young. Maye some day you'll learn a little something about 'timing'.

He smiles, and gets to refueling the ship.

[ludomastro]

A rather agitated young woman comes storming into the bay. She is wearing mechanic's coveralls and an expression that could melt duranium.

What the hell do you think you are doing?!? I haven't checked your manifest, cleared you for entry, or given you permission to use the fueling station. She points at Daylin and demands, You! Where's the captain of this bucket-o-bolts?

[fistandantilus4....]

Daylin looks shocked for a moment.

She could be the captain!

Calm down miss. The Captain's aboard ship. We've been coming from the outer rim territories where we're lucky to find a refueling station, much less anyone on duty. No slight was intended.

My name is Daylin. I'm the ship's mechanic. We were cleared just a minute ago by the custom's agent, or so I'd thought.

[ludomastro]

The woman looks at Daylin for a minute and just as she seems about to soften, she tenses up. Big tall looking fellow? Damn, it! I suggest you get your carpain down here at once. There is a group of ... less than honest folk who like to help themselves to cargo and ships.

[fistandantilus4....]

We have only passengers, and didn't pay him any 'fees'. But thank you, I'll let her know. If you'll wait here...

Daylin goes back aboard the Hawk, finding Hal, keeping the others together before anyone gets off ship, even corralling Rand back in.

Captain, we have a mechanic here that says that our customs official may have been a fake. A con man of some sorts. I haven't seen documentation from either of them, so I think it would be best to approach everyone with suspicion at this point, until any and all IDs can be verified.

[ludomastro]

Hal looks at Daylin for a moment, bites her lip and then stands up.
Why me?!?
I agree. Let's go talk to our new friend.

[fistandantilus4....]

Kolbacca, why don't you come along and look intimidating along with your protocl-excuse for being there, while Rand comes along an looks inconcpicuos and takes a look around.

Daylin follows Hal, knowing that there's really no reason for them to listen to his suggestion, but hopes it will make sense to them as well.

[ludomastro]

Hal nods her agreement at Daylin's suggestion.

Upon reaching the bay floor, Hal speaks to the mechanic. There is some discussion and the mechanic shows Hal an ID. The two get lost in conversation and begin to laugh like old friends after a few minutes. The rest of you are left to stand there for a bit while they chat.

And then, she says, 'It's on me!'

Hal laughs hysterically and introduces Beka. She's OK. I want a volunteer to stay with the ship since our visitors came calling.


Gand will stay with the ship.

[fistandantilus4....]

Captain if you have nothing specific for me, since Becka here will be tending to the Hawk, I'll elect to go with Kolbacca. Perhaps drag Rand along and keep him out of trouble.

[ludomastro]

Hal nods her ascent to Daylin.

[Ophis]

Rand mouths silently jokingly offended by Daylin's words.

I can look after myself oldman. But if I go with you I can buy you a drink and start working out how to pay you and Hal for the ride.