Time of Thrawn Options

[Lady Door]

You asked if I had a plan. Don'ari was where the Imperials were. Dantooine was where the Imperials were not... and I hear it's nice this time of year. There you go... a plan perfectly executed.
Hal sits back in her chair and kicks her feet up onto the console in front of her (careful not to hit any buttons in the process). She puts her hands behind her head and smiles.

[fistandantilus4....]

Daylin walks out of the cockpit, shaking his head.

Kids

On his way out, he hits the comms.

All ... passengers .... this is your mechanic speaking. We are out of Imperial range, and headed on a course to Dantooine. Please assemble in the Mess Hall.

.... It's the clean room with the tables in it.

He releases the button and walks out.

[Ophis]

That was some hellish fancy flying lady. Good thing to I would have hated to rely on my shooting.
Rand scoots down the ladder from the guns and heads for the mess hall.

[fistandantilus4....]

Giving the "kid" a once over, Daylin chuckles to himself.
me too kid, me too.

Instead, Daylin pats him on the shoulder as he walks to the galley.

Against a Star Destroyer, me too. But speaks well of you that you would have tried.

[Ophis]

Rand grins, Thanks Pops. Better to try than roll over and die right?

[fistandantilus4....]

Daylin stops cold.

"Pops"? "Pops!" Boy who the hell do you think you are talking to someone that way!? Get your tail into that galley, and learn some manners on the way!

[Ophis]

Rand Tarnich, pleased to meet you. Sorry to say Pops I aint managed to learn manners yet, so doubt a short walk will help there.

Rand grins and saunters along to the galley.

[fistandantilus4....]

Again Daylin stops, considering the young man.
Hehe, alright Rand. Well then we've got something to start on. At least you're honest.

We'll talk over food until the captain comes down. We'll start with this 'pops' business. My name is Daylin. The Captain is Hal Mo'san.

He leads Rand down to the galley, where he has a quick shot to settle his nerves some, and offers one to Rand.

[Ophis]

Rand grins and accepts the shot downing it one with a composure that defies his 'tender' years.

You're either a masochist or has a Jedi's patience as my ol' mother used ta say. But you're welcome to try, sorry in advance if I spend a lot of time ignoring you.

Rand finds a place to settle. This could be an interesting voyage, this old coot seems okay, and the captain's kinda cute and one hell of a pilot. Not sure why my Dantooine idea bit, first damn system I could think of.

So what chow have we got? Something better than Imperial rations I hope.

[fistandantilus4....]

Heh, yes, 'something' better.

Daylin walks over to one of the cabinets, opens it, and draws out a package of rations, setting them on a plate. He slides them over to Rand. The symbol of the Old Republic is on them.

Better than Imperial Rations. Old Republic. They'll keep for a century and more. Dig in. He says it with a wry grin.

[NerfHerder]

They also cater to more than just Human taste receptors, Gand will take one as well if it pleases.

O'Olan sits at the table, adjusting his harness filled with grenades and stun cuffs to fit his bulk in a little more comfortably.

Will we be recieving our own quarters? Gand needs to make preparations for the continuation of our hunt.

If I am able to pick up the trail after we have been flung so far off course that is.

[fistandantilus4....]

Quarters are up to the Captain friend Gand, but you're welcome to the meal, such as it is.

I am called Daylin by the way. Make your selves comfortable. We're five days to Dantooine.

[Lady Door]

At that, Hal saunters into the kitchen and rifles through the cupboards for a moment before pulling a foil wrapped package out.
Hello gentleme... err.. Hi. Hal's words falter as she takes a look at Gand. Not quite sure what to classify it as she moves on.
I'm Hal... your captain. As Daylin told you we're headed to Dantooine. Hope that's okay with everyone. If not, well you're welcome to our air-lock and to try your luck somewhere else.
Hal digs into the protein bar, eating with gusto.

[Ophis]

Pleasure to meet you all. Name's Rand.

Rand returns his eyes to his food, eating with a gusto that says it is better tham Imp. Rations. He gives Gand a sly, wary glance, then switches a more lingering one towards Hal.

[NerfHerder]

Gand is called O'Olan.

O'olan takes out an older beat up looking datapad and starts typing.

I pull up any warrants that may be out on any of the names that I was just given

[ludomastro]

Roll Computer Skill or equivalent.

[NerfHerder]

2D= 11

[Lady Door]

Hal finishes her protein bar rather quickly and tosses the wrapper down the incinerator shute. Taking a drink from a bottle of water she glances over her new crew. Catching Rand's eye she smiles and throws him a wink.
Well.. maybe the trip won't be a total loss after all... hmmm... our new little bug man seems busy. Wonder what his story is.
So, O'olan... what brings you to the 'Hawk?

[Ophis]

Rand grins at Hal, finishes his rations and lazily lobs the remains down the chute.

[ludomastro]

O'olan

[ Spoiler ]

The search turns up a few bounties for individuals named Rand; however, there are no specifics that would identify this Rand as the one you want.

None of the other names show up.

[NerfHerder]

O'lan turns off his datapad and shoves it back into a pocket in his coat. Looking at each of the others in the mess he says Gand and Gand's partner Kolbacca tracked a fugitive to Don'ari. When we caught the fugitive he proved harder to hold on to than he was to capture. Our ship was destroyed shortly before the Imperial fleet showed up in orbit. Kol was hitting the 'port looking for info and came upon you as the Imps attacked, and you know the rest. If you can provide any help in our search there is a fairly impressive reward for the arrest of our fugitive, even split several ways it is worth it to Gand and Kolbacca to have transportation. Besides, Kol is an excellent pilot and a fair mechanic, she may be of help if we run into any more flying opposition. And blasting out of the system like that has probably marked this ship to any Imperial patrols you may encounter in the future, if they were able to get a transponder ID.


O'olan looks around at each of the others and stretches out his senses, trying to get a feel of those around him.

[Lady Door]

If they were able to get an ID. Relax, Oolan. Once we arrive in Dantooine, we will consider your offer. Until then, you and Kolbacca are paying passengers. Make yourself at home.
Hal smiles as she speaks, but makes sure the word 'paying' is emphasized.
Bounty hunters. Just perfect.

Well, if you two would excuse us Daylin and I have a ship to be running. Hal smiles briefly at the two passengers and then shoots Daylin a "follow-me-now" sort of look. Without another word she heads out of the mess and back to the cockpit.

[fistandantilus4....]

Daylin rises and gives the Gand and the boy a quick half salute, following Hal to the cockpit. Once inside, he closes the door behind himself.

Bounty hunters on the ship. You sure kow how to pick them Captain. Dantooine is a long time to be sitting around with two heavily armed 'passengers' that see credits on everyone's head.

He isn't wrong about the transponder though. Dantooine isn't Imperial controlled, but if that Vic got a chance to read us, there'll be trouble for it later. We'll need parts to change out the transponder ID tag. Might not make much difference though, as I doubt you'll want to change the ship's name. You have a plan?

[Lady Door]

I'm no fool, Daylin. I heard the warning in the Gand's voice as clear as you did. But, unless we're willing to usher them to the airlock there's not to be done about it now.
As for the transponder switch... if you have the tools, make the change. I'm much more fond of my flesh then the name painted on the hull. Does make me a mite nervous though. Changing the name of a ship before it's reached berth is a bad omen. It seems to me we have enough bad luck on board without inviting more to visit.
Hal sighs and sinks down into the pilots' chair. With a distracted air, she twirls her ponytail around her finger.
Things were so much easier back home.
Looking back up at Daylin, she shrugs. What do you suggest, D?

[fistandantilus4....]

We'd need parts for the transponder. The trans code is hard wired in. Dantooine is pretty back water, but they should have parts at l;east . nothing to be done for that until we land.

In the mean time, our Gand friend "o'olan was accessing the ship's computer for something. Perhaps we can find what he was looking for . Unless he's just writing his memoirs that is. Which I doubt. Gand like their deeds to be known because of them, not becuase they wrote them down.

As you say though, nothing to be done for it now. Or this kid. Fif you manage to collect a fare from any of them by the way? If they actually have the credits, it could make the next leg of our trip a mite spot easier. No sense is jumping across the galaxy for nothing.


That was excellent flying by the way. Sorry I didn't say sooner. I've seen some tremendous pilots in my time. Some of the best in the galaxy. So believe me when I say it was good flying.


Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Daylin doesn't really wait for an answer. instead he heads to the engine room to make sure nothing came loose from the stress of heavy use.