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by Charlemagna » Sat Dec 14, 2019 12:36 pm
by Cheye » Sat Dec 14, 2019 2:24 pm
Ormata wrote:Immils “Doc” Sudinia
“Silas,” came her response. Click, click, fire on the end of the tobacco, a minty little smell slowly enveloping her like the arms of an old friend. She took a little drag, looking up to the man. “I would. Continue.”
Derika wrote:"Of course. Once the ship is fixed up, probably a new engine and such." He says. "The ship currently has three blaster cannons and concussion missiles. Is that enough for a deterrent?"
Charlemagna wrote:Alba Joostal
“I think you probably need one...” The Lasat said flatly, though he now failed to hide his smile. “Or three!” He added. “Usual stuff or you feeling adventurous today, Alba?”
Alba smiled – or rather, grimaced. Awkwardly, she glanced over her shoulder at the other patrons, and hoped no one was still looking her way.
“You know me, Oleg,” she said, distractedly, turning back to the bar. “Always up for a bit of adventure!” Her eyes scanned the bar, her mind trying to settle on something that sounded vaguely adventurous. “How about a Fuzzy Tauntaun?” She paused. “And make that four.”
Pax Nerdvana wrote:Dak and Jes took their seats, and thanked the droid. The two of them were quite fond of droids, to be honest. Their astromech, Echo, was practically a member of the family. Just as they were settling in, a female tripped, scattering data disks across the floor. Music and sound effects began blaring. Jes said quietly to Dak,"I feel bad for anyone who goes on those tours. We can do it for free, as long as we have fuel." Dak nodded in response, and glanced at his wrist chrono. He said,"Blast, our contact should be here by now. I wonder if someone sold us out." Jes placed her hand on Dak's shoulder, and said,"Our contact probably had ship trouble or something. He's only ten minutes late." Dak nodded, and said,"I suppose that's a possibility. I hope he shows up soon."
by Acerbez » Sat Dec 14, 2019 10:12 pm
by Charlemagna » Sun Dec 15, 2019 10:37 am
by Pax Nerdvana » Tue Dec 17, 2019 12:14 pm
Cheye wrote:The HangarsOrmata wrote:Immils “Doc” Sudinia
“Silas,” came her response. Click, click, fire on the end of the tobacco, a minty little smell slowly enveloping her like the arms of an old friend. She took a little drag, looking up to the man. “I would. Continue.”
Silas Axin glanced around cautiously as the Codru-Ji took her drag and the minty aroma reached his nostrils, he then nodded to her compliantly, and raised a hand to thoughtfully stroke his dark chin.
“Where to begin with this one…. She’s a bright little thing, plans on bringing business back to Orondia. And while I know that’s obviously what any new owner of this place would try and do, Miss Sadaar actually seems to have connections who are able to help her do it. Got a ‘business partner’ who’ll be reimbursing us for the cost of the security upgrades, and who’ll no doubt be covering any other renovations or staff costs she wants to make.”
Silas paused, adjusting the sleeves of his uniform idly and watching carefully for the Doc’s reaction to that.
“If you like, I’d be happy to dig up just who’s bankrolling her? Although you know me, Doc. I don’t work for free...” He flashed his trademark grin at her once more.
The CantinaDerika wrote:"Of course. Once the ship is fixed up, probably a new engine and such." He says. "The ship currently has three blaster cannons and concussion missiles. Is that enough for a deterrent?"
“That sounds most effective.” Chief Udamos nodded to the human, his expression as stern as ever. “I think we can definitely make use of you, but our station mechanic has gone missing.” The Nautolan sighed. “Perhaps if you would help us to locate him, that might provide a worthy demonstration of your abilities and then he might be able to repair your ship. It is what they call a win-win scenario, is it not? We can discuss employing you if you are successful.”Charlemagna wrote:Alba Joostal
“I think you probably need one...” The Lasat said flatly, though he now failed to hide his smile. “Or three!” He added. “Usual stuff or you feeling adventurous today, Alba?”
Alba smiled – or rather, grimaced. Awkwardly, she glanced over her shoulder at the other patrons, and hoped no one was still looking her way.
“You know me, Oleg,” she said, distractedly, turning back to the bar. “Always up for a bit of adventure!” Her eyes scanned the bar, her mind trying to settle on something that sounded vaguely adventurous. “How about a Fuzzy Tauntaun?” She paused. “And make that four.”
Oleg laughed at Alba’s order as Static rolled over to the bar and began flicking through the drinks behind it with his mechanical arms, looking for whatever the human couple in the booth had ordered.
As Oleg began making the first fuzzy tauntaun, the Lasat watched from the corner of his eye as the bronze-plated C1 settled on a half-empty bottle of Corellian Whiskey and grabbed two glasses with his second pincer, before wheeling back across the room. The droid could tend bar after all it seemed.
“Hey Alba.” The Lasat said, stifling another yawn. “Business is back. You think that you might actually have to start working instead of just drinking all day?” He chuckled to himself as the orange drink bubbled and foamed in the glass before he handed it to her. “Not that I’m complaining…”Pax Nerdvana wrote:Dak and Jes took their seats, and thanked the droid. The two of them were quite fond of droids, to be honest. Their astromech, Echo, was practically a member of the family. Just as they were settling in, a female tripped, scattering data disks across the floor. Music and sound effects began blaring. Jes said quietly to Dak,"I feel bad for anyone who goes on those tours. We can do it for free, as long as we have fuel." Dak nodded in response, and glanced at his wrist chrono. He said,"Blast, our contact should be here by now. I wonder if someone sold us out." Jes placed her hand on Dak's shoulder, and said,"Our contact probably had ship trouble or something. He's only ten minutes late." Dak nodded, and said,"I suppose that's a possibility. I hope he shows up soon."
As the astromech wheeled over and placed the glasses on the table, before using his pincers to unscrew the lid of the Corellian Whiskey bottle, a towering figure waddled through the doorway and cast his eyes over the steadily filling cantina.
As Static poured the drinks, and gestured with a beep and flick of his pincer for the couple to pay, the newcomer; an obese Crolute, wearing an ill fitting trenchcoat and scruffy shirt began making his way over to the booth.
Arriving, he glanced at the astromech and placed a large firm hand on the astromech’s ‘head’ and pushed it across the floor and off to the side, eliciting a furious string of beeps and static-laden whistles from the droid.
“You the Stones?” He asked in basic, towering over the booth. “I am Graneesh Drak, and you… You’re late.”
by Cheye » Tue Dec 17, 2019 5:25 pm
Charlemagna wrote:Alba Joostal
Alba rolled her eyes, and made a point of taking a long swig of her Fuzzy Tauntaun. She set it down a little harder than she meant to.
“Firstly,” she said. “I don’t think the two – drinking and working, that is – are mutually exclusive. Secondly, I have been working… to a degree.” She realised this sounded somewhat unconvincing so added; “It’s not my fault if this planet is distinctly lacking in tourist hotspots. I can’t sell daytrips to a rock, can I? Unless you know of something I don’t…?” She looked towards Oleg, trying not to look too hopeful. “Shame there’s not a spa or something… at least then, I’d have something to sell…” She glanced over her shoulder at the other patrons, and chuckled; “Reckon a fair few here could actually do with a day of blissful relaxation…”
Derika wrote:"Was the mechanic last seen in the station?" Liehiry asks the Nautolan. "Or did he leave to go somewhere?"
Pax Nerdvana wrote:Dak had been just about to pay the droid, when the droid was rudely shoved out of the way by a large alien. Dak, rather annoyed at the alien said,"Yeah, we're the Stones alright. We've been here for darn near ten minutes, waiting for you. Your cargo's down in the hangar. You can have it as soon as you pay us the twenty two hundred credits." Jes, who had had her hands in her lap and under the table, carefully moved her hand to her holstered blaster just in case. From where the alien was, he couldn't see her shifting her hand. The pair had been in similar situations before over the course of their long career, and from this, Jes knew the confrontation could likely get heated.
by Ormata » Wed Dec 18, 2019 3:23 am
“Where to begin with this one…. She’s a bright little thing, plans on bringing business back to Orondia. And while I know that’s obviously what any new owner of this place would try and do, Miss Sadaar actually seems to have connections who are able to help her do it. Got a ‘business partner’ who’ll be reimbursing us for the cost of the security upgrades, and who’ll no doubt be covering any other renovations or staff costs she wants to make.”
“If you like, I’d be happy to dig up just who’s bankrolling her? Although you know me, Doc. I don’t work for free...” He flashed his trademark grin at her once more.
by Cheye » Sun Dec 22, 2019 4:52 pm
Derika wrote:"Any job's a good job. I'm in. I'll need full access to his quarters and such to investigate." Liehiry says, as he leans back.
Ormata wrote:Sighing, she laced two hands together and took another drag on the cigarette.
“Keep me apprised of new developments.”
by Greater Persian State » Tue Dec 24, 2019 12:02 pm
by Derika » Mon Dec 30, 2019 8:59 am
“You will need to take the turbolift down a level and then you will find hangar bay four at the end of the lower concourse.”
Chief Udamos lowered his head, his head-tails bobbling as he did so, before tapping several buttons on his wrist-mounted control pad.
“I have just arranged for Security Officer Aveff to meet you there and unlock it for you.”
Udamos sighed.
“We would have already investigated ourselves, but we have been unable to spare the manpower or time. You are doing us, and all the residents of Orondia Station, a great service by accepting this job.” He nodded to dismiss Liehiry.
by Cheye » Sat Jan 04, 2020 3:55 pm
Greater Persian State wrote:The Mon Calamari asked the bartender. "Something soft, thanks."
Derika wrote:Liehiry nodded and walked to the turbolift. When the turbolift took him down the level, he walked towards Hanger Bay Four.
by Pax Nerdvana » Fri Jan 10, 2020 9:20 am
Cheye wrote:The CantinaCharlemagna wrote:Alba Joostal
Alba rolled her eyes, and made a point of taking a long swig of her Fuzzy Tauntaun. She set it down a little harder than she meant to.
“Firstly,” she said. “I don’t think the two – drinking and working, that is – are mutually exclusive. Secondly, I have been working… to a degree.” She realised this sounded somewhat unconvincing so added; “It’s not my fault if this planet is distinctly lacking in tourist hotspots. I can’t sell daytrips to a rock, can I? Unless you know of something I don’t…?” She looked towards Oleg, trying not to look too hopeful. “Shame there’s not a spa or something… at least then, I’d have something to sell…” She glanced over her shoulder at the other patrons, and chuckled; “Reckon a fair few here could actually do with a day of blissful relaxation…”
Oleg glanced at the other patrons, particularly eyeing the hulking Crolute, before yawning and pouring the rest of Alba’s remaining drinks, as he finished he stretched his long Lasat arms emphatically. “Yeah… I could just about go for an Ardennian shoulder massage right now.” He smiled nostalgically.
“You should speak to Nat, the new owner, about getting something like that set up. Seems like the kinda thing that would draw in business. Who knows, maybe she’ll go for it?” The Lasat shrugged, before gesturing for Alba to pay.Derika wrote:"Was the mechanic last seen in the station?" Liehiry asks the Nautolan. "Or did he leave to go somewhere?"
Across the bar, Udamos nodded to Liehiry; “His name is Kidern Karak. All we know is that he is somewhere here on Orondia. He took off from the station with just a speeder and a few supplies. He had quarters in Hangar Four, where his ship remains, if you wish to investigate I can give you access?”
The Chief looked Liehiry up and down a final time. “Yes. If you can find Kidern for us, we will happily offer you employment with Station Security and free repair of your of your ship. What do you say?”Pax Nerdvana wrote:Dak had been just about to pay the droid, when the droid was rudely shoved out of the way by a large alien. Dak, rather annoyed at the alien said,"Yeah, we're the Stones alright. We've been here for darn near ten minutes, waiting for you. Your cargo's down in the hangar. You can have it as soon as you pay us the twenty two hundred credits." Jes, who had had her hands in her lap and under the table, carefully moved her hand to her holstered blaster just in case. From where the alien was, he couldn't see her shifting her hand. The pair had been in similar situations before over the course of their long career, and from this, Jes knew the confrontation could likely get heated.
The towering Crolute loomed over the couple, a flabby arm reaching into the pocket of his trench coat.
Graneesh Drak eyed them both angrily, ready to draw.
And then in a single moment he withdrew a large pouch stuffed full of republic credits and threw it down on the table, his expression morphing from anger to joy. “Damn right!” Graneesh chuckled mirthfully; “Only messing with you.“
He continued laughing, letting it come to a stop with a sigh before he continued speaking; “You’re the most efficient freighter crew I’ve hired in weeks. The last lot skimmed some ore off the top so I had to have them…. Disintegrated… The one before that decided to run off and sell to some kriffing Pykes… Also disintegrated now. But you guys, no you guys are the real deal!” He chuckled again, clapping his meaty hands gleefully. “No disintegrations necessary.”
He took a step back and leaned against the corner edge of the booth by Jes to make himself look less intimidating. Static took advantage of the opening the massive alien shifting created and rolled back into the gap, beeping to Dak and gesturing with his pincer for payment for the drinks.
Graneesh Drak continued talking; “Sorry I made you wait, I had an important meeting with a rather big Hutt client, if you get the joke. Basically I couldn’t cut the call short to come down when I saw you landing.” The Crolute paused, eyeing Dak and Jes before carrying on chatting away; “To be honest I didn’t know whether you’d make it at all given Orondia Station’s been shut down these last few weeks. I’ve had to move a lot of my handovers to Jilrua, your shipment is the last to come through here in fact…”
Natalya Sadaar
“Too big.” Nat said to herself, flicking her fingers across the hologram of the three Gigoran musicians and making it switch to the next act.
“Too small.” She sighed. Although she liked the idea of a Patrolian swing band, she’d prefer a group her patrons could look at the stage and well… see. It wasn’t just about the music after all. She swiped again.
“Too weird.” She scoffed. It was hard to know where one Danzikan began and the other three, or was it six, ended? Much less how they each played their own musical instruments.
Nat groaned, this was taking too long and none of the holonet-recommended bands seemed to fit. She desperately wanted some entertainment to liven the place up, but it had to be on brand. She wasn’t content on just re-establishing a service station on Orondia. She wanted to create her own little world here, and having the right group play the cantina would be essential to it.
She flicked off the pad and scooted out of the bed, sliding into her boots as she did so. She knew there’d be a band out there somewhere that’d be right for the place. It was just a matter of finding them. She decided that the search could wait for now. Instead she would take the time to go and explore the rest of the station, and maybe see just how busy it was getting now that ships were returning.
As the Pantoran moved to go down the stairs to the central room of her apartment, she caught sight of a very fancy looking luxury shuttle descending towards the platforms, it slowed as it approached, revealing a shiny white hull, before it diverted into an assigned hangar bay. Silently, she wondered just who was travelling in such a vessel and whether or not she should be excited to potentially meet them as she made her way through the spartan apartment. At least she’d ordered a few art pieces and furniture items of her own now, if not much else. It was small progress for her first day here.
Or at least that was what she told herself as she strolled out of her room onto the station’s quiet upper concourse…
by Sarrin » Sat Jan 11, 2020 12:24 pm
by Charlemagna » Mon Jan 13, 2020 2:03 pm
by Cheye » Thu Jan 16, 2020 4:58 pm
Pax Nerdvana wrote:Dak eyed the big alien, and said,"When we make a deal, we follow through with it to the best of our abilities. We'd be happy to haul another cargo for you at some point. You're cargo's down in the hangar. I'll send the order to have it unloaded now." He pulled a comlink out of his toolbelt, and spoke into it,"Jek, can you and your brother unload the cargo?" Jek said,"Yeah, it may be a while without any help though. We really should invest in a cargo handling droid." Dak said,"I agree, but that's a discussion for another time." With that, he holstered the comlink. Jes said,"We still need to pay the droid". She tossed some credits to the astromech for the drinks. Dak said,"Nice meeting you, Graneesh." Now, his mind was thinking about if they could pick up another cargo here. He hoped they could, because that would save fuel. He sipped his drink.
Charlemagna wrote:
“Oleg,” she declared, rising to her feet. “Put the drinks on my Tab. I’m going to get to work... this miserable place needs cheering up!”
Then she paused, considering Oleg's words; “The owner of this place…what was her name, Nat? If I was - if, mind - to design and set up a kind of spa thing… how exactly would I set up a meeting?”
Sarrin wrote:The Escape pod was cramped enough without Razius in it but Jokir knew well enough the monkey lizard would just break something. As it began drifting towards the station he tapped at the small console by his right hand directing it down towards the surface of Orondia and the station’s landing pads. He’d have to find a way back on the ship but that was tomorrow's problem...
by Derika » Fri Jan 17, 2020 8:28 am
by Sarrin » Fri Jan 17, 2020 9:26 am
Cheye wrote: “This is Chief Udamos of Orondia Station Security.” He readied himself for potential action as he spoke, his voice was as solemn and stern as ever; “Please stow any weapons you may have and emerge from the pod with your hands up! I assure you this is a most welcoming port, and you will not be harmed! Any acts of violence towards the station will be put down most severely!"
by Charlemagna » Fri Jan 17, 2020 1:43 pm
by Cheye » Mon Jan 20, 2020 5:07 pm
Derika wrote:Liehiry walks back out and turns toward the guard.
"Hey, read this." Liehiry says handing the pad over to him
Sarrin wrote:“You sell ship parts here?” He asked pretending not to notice the chief’s hand on his blaster pistol.
Charlemagna wrote:
She nodded politely to both Oleg and his Pantoran assistant (who must, she considered, have been a recent hire) and stood up from the bar. A few stray infopucks still on the bar were hastily shoved into her pockets, and she grabbed her final fuzzy tauntaun before making her way to the booth. Suddenly self-conscious, she tried to flatten what she imagined to be unruly curls, and wondered whether she should have delayed in order to dress up a bit and look presentable. If this was to be an important business meeting.
It was too late for that now. Alba sat back in the booth, took a deep breath, and tried to look professional.
by Greater Persian State » Mon Jan 20, 2020 9:03 pm
by Sarrin » Tue Jan 21, 2020 1:26 pm
Cheye wrote:The Hangars
OutsideSarrin wrote:“You sell ship parts here?” He asked pretending not to notice the chief’s hand on his blaster pistol.
Chief Udamos eyed the Anomid and the Kowakian Monkey-Lizard carefully. They had emerged slowly enough, that was true, but the stranger kept his hands by his side, and seemed unfazed by both the Chief and the Gamorreans who flanked him.
Udamos could tell straight away that this man was dangerous.
He inhaled, calming himself. Dangerous the stranger may be, but he was not hostile, and Udamos was a man of his word, a man of honour, and he would make sure that this stranger saw the welcoming side of Orondia Station that he had promised. He removed his hand from his holster, clasping it behind his back with his other and nodding in deferential greeting to their new guest.
“Our station mechanic, Kidern Karak, used to have a selection of ship parts for sale...” Udamos paused, thoughtfully. His bulbous black eyes shifted to the escape pod resting on the landing pad. “You have a ship in trouble somewhere then?” He asked stoically.
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