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by Charlemagna » Tue Jan 21, 2020 2:12 pm
by Cheye » Wed Jan 22, 2020 12:18 pm
Derika wrote:"How far is the crater?" Liehiry asks.
Sarrin wrote:"PIG MEN WANT FIGHT HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA" Razius exclaimed as the gentle tension in the air began to settle between Jokir and Udamos both uncertain of the others intentions but clear that it would end poorly.
Jokir gave the monkey a smack with his foot urging a grunt with a stop to the laughter before the moneky began crawling up his various pockets, gadgets and other kit to his shoulder.
"Just beyond the station, she'll hold until I get back. Anyone got a ship I can hire to take me back on board?" He reached into a container on his belt issuing a heightening of the tension before he removed several golden chips "I've got Canto Bight casino chips if this place is trying to avoid paperwork..."
Charlemagna wrote:Alba Joostal
“Ahh...” said Alba, wetting her lips nervously. “You’re Nat. Hi.” She shrugged to fill the silence and she ended up tripping over the words; “I never said this place sucks. I merely… suggested it could use some cheering up…”
She’d probably completely messed this up, and any chance of a spa had disappeared before this conversation began, but Alba figured this was her last chance to try and sell the idea, so she blundered on blindly; “Listen - you’re a business person. So let’s - let’s get down to business. The fact of the matter is this delightful, exciting place is missing something vital - a place to unwind and relax. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t love to be conducting this very conversation in the blissful tranquility of a traditional Naboo Bathhouse rather than... here?”
Greater Persian State wrote:"You know if there's any demand for ship repair around here? A fish's gotta eat you know?" Urchuln laughed at his own self-deprecating joke, as referring to Mon Cal as "fish" was widely viewed as derogatory.
by Nuxipal » Wed Jan 22, 2020 6:46 pm
by Derika » Thu Jan 23, 2020 9:10 am
by Greater Persian State » Thu Jan 23, 2020 9:45 am
by Pax Nerdvana » Thu Jan 23, 2020 1:20 pm
Cheye wrote:The CantinaPax 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.
Static beeped cheerfully at the humans as he scooped up the credits and departed, heading for the bar to deposit the payment with Oleg.
Graneesh nodded respectfully to Dak as he finished speaking.
“Was good meeting you too Stones. I’ll go check on the cargo.” The giant Crolute nodded and turned to waddle away. “Enjoy your drinks and er.. may the force be with you... or whatever it is they say…” He muttered as he departed.
Across the cantina, another patron suddenly looked over to them. He was a quarren who had detached himself from the humans and Kubaz he had arrived with and had so far been leaning idly against the central stage.
Once the astromech and the hulking Crolute had departed, he slowly rose and glided across the dingy cantina towards their booth.
“Excuse the interruption.” The alien muttered, holding his drink in one hand as the other rose to thoughtfully stroke a tentacle. “Did I hear correctly that you are ‘the most efficient freighter crew that bulging ball of flesh has hired in weeks’?”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?”
The Pantoran finished serving the Mon Calamari a Meiloorun Juice and waited until after she had taken payment for the soft drink to address the girl with the four foaming not-so-soft drinks and pile of info pucks.
“I’m sure Nat’s free right now, eh Oleg?” She said, playfully interrupting and slapping the Lasat on the arm as if she’d known him for far longer than she had.
“I’ll let her know you want to talk to her about err ‘cheering this miserable place up’!” She exclaimed matter-of-factly and raised her datapad, keying it dramatically for effect before pointing to an empty booth across from the bar, one down from where the human couple sat, conversing with the suspicious looking Quarren; “Why don’t you take that booth over there and Nat’ll be right along.” She smiled a warm, friendly smile, and even though her face wanted to turn it into a prankish smile, her self-control prevented her from giving the game away just yet.
Oleg said nothing, and merely turned to help Static process the sale of the Corellian’s drinks at the bar and update Alba’s tab while he was at it. He gave a big yawn and checked the chrono on the wall behind him. It was almost time for him to come off shift. Normally that'd mean closing the bar, but with business as lively as it was right now, he wasn't going to do that.
He scratched his head. He needed to check with Nat whether she wanted to keep the cantina open, but she was in the middle of a prank. Oleg had to admit, it was a far more refreshing style of ownership than the one he had previously been accustomed to.
He turned to the droid.
"If I slip off to rest, you're alright covering the bar, aren't you? Now I've shown you how to process sales, I don't see a problem with a droid tending bar! You can tell Nat we hit closing time, but I wanted to leave it up to her to decide whether to shut things down given how many punters we have in at the moment... Tell her she'll have a hard time knowing when to pack in herself on a planet with no natural day-night cycle. All I know is that my shift is up." The Lasat chuckled. It had been an easy day for him, given the first half of it the place had still been empty.
Still, they were back in business now, which meant he needed a nice long rest...
Station EntranceSarrin 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...
Chief Udamos stood at the large metal doors that led from the main concourse out onto the station’s main docking platform and landing pads, watching them rise and listening to the familiar hum of the pistons that raised them.
If the reports from station control were correct, and they were always correct, then an unidentified escape pod had just landed on one of the outer pads.
Escape pods usually spelt trouble, if not for the poor souls on board, forced to evacuate a crashing starship, then for the people who rescued them when they turned out not to be poor souls at all, but rather pirates looking to take advantage of anyone honourable enough to investigate a distress beacon. Udamos had known more than one former-colleague who had wound up meeting that inglorious fate.
The nautolan shifted as starlight bathed the entrance way, then he keyed his wrist-pad again.
“Silas, do you copy?” He spoke into it.
Nothing.
As good a security officer as he was, Silas Axin had a habit of being conspicuously absent whenever control reported anything abnormal to security.
“Aveff?”
“I am still at Kidern’s hanger. The mercenary is investigating inside.” The Gigoran’s robotic voice-box stated back.
Udamos sighed.
“...Grish?”
The Gamorrean grunted after a few seconds, and after a few more, both he and his brother Grak rounded the outer walkway from the direction of the other landing pads. At least, Udamos had always assumed they were brothers, it was hard to tell really, given the Gamorreans struggled to hold even the most basic of conversations.
“Let’s go.” Udamos instructed, the Gamorreans grunting away as they fell into a flanking position behind him, their force-pikes raised for potential combat, rather than slouched over their shoulders, just like Udamos had taught them. He knew they still didn’t hold them that way when he wasn’t around, but he had bigger worries.
They rounded the wide outer walkway towards the pad where the escape pod had reportedly touched down, wind blew at his head-tails, and he placed a hand on the handle of his blaster pistol cautiously as the trio drew in towards the pod.
“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 » Thu Jan 23, 2020 2:23 pm
by Sarrin » Sat Jan 25, 2020 4:49 am
Greater Persian State wrote:
Urchuln nodded slowly, almost theatrically. Internally he was amused at this one's quickness to use the fish word.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't packing. I certainly am, you can't mess around these parts. I'm sure you know that. But I'm quicker with a blowtorch than a pistol. I'll find that tubular fellow you mentioned." Urchuln gave a small two finger salute and walked off. He walked by the table of that gangly Quarren again. He'd look into that later. Urchuln opened the door and exited the bar. He approached Nautolan outside.
"Hey, the top lady over there said I got the job filling in for the mechanic. If you could just direct me to the proper location, I'd be thankful."
by Cheye » Sat Jan 25, 2020 7:02 pm
Nuxipal wrote:Upon entering, Nivea looked around and Gus went to distract himself knowing he'd be signaled if needed. Nivea scanned the room with her eyes, reaching out with the force as well. She looked for other force sensitives, which could give away a Jedi hiding here, as well as trying to find someone who needed a job. She approached the bar counter and said, "Could I get a drink please?"
Pax Nerdvana wrote:Dak looked at the Quarren, and said coolly,"Yeah, that's what he said. What's it to you?" He took a sip from his drink. He hoped that he could actually get a nice cargo out of this, and make a little more money. Jes placed her hand on the butt of her blaster pistol, under the table where it wouldn't be visible. She wasn't overly fond of Quarren, having had some bad experiences with them in the past.
Charlemagna wrote:“Alba. Alba Joostal.” She said by way of introduction. “I work for Galaxica Travel Agency – their dedicated representative for this famed tourist hotspot. I expect you’ve walked past my stall in the concourse. Although, as I’m sure you’ve realised, this is quite possibly the worst posting any travel agent has ever received in the history of the galaxy.” Alba snorted derisively. “Frankly, I’m bored out of my mind, and I figured setting up a spa would give me something to do. That – and I’d really like to be in a spa myself, right now. I can design something, organise the admin side of things, source people to help build and staff it.”
Alba wasn’t actually sure she could, but she was enjoying a new Fuzzy Tauntaun-induced confidence, combined with the couldn’t-care-less attitude of one who’d already reached the deepest level of humiliation.
“Of course – I'd never do anything without running it by you...it’s your station!” Alba laughed, a slither of nervousness creeping in. “So I guess the question is... what do you want to do now?”
Greater Persian State wrote:"Hey, the top lady over there said I got the job filling in for the mechanic. If you could just direct me to the proper location, I'd be thankful.
Sarrin wrote:Jokir raised a brow as the Mon Calamari interjected.
"Sounds like your mechanic problem fixed itself." He remarked walking into the Cantina past Udamos...
Derika wrote:"If it's the Separatists, then I'll be fine. Thank you." Liehiry responds. He enters his ship and takes off.
by Greater Persian State » Sun Jan 26, 2020 8:46 am
by Puertollano » Sun Jan 26, 2020 3:02 pm
by Charlemagna » Mon Jan 27, 2020 12:50 pm
by Puertollano » Mon Jan 27, 2020 3:14 pm
Derika wrote:"Copy that." Liehiry responded to the unfamiliar voice. Within a few seconds, they were patched into Liehiry's comms. The Mantis continued to fly over the planet
by Cheye » Tue Jan 28, 2020 3:17 pm
Greater Persian State wrote:Urchuln smiled happily in contrast to Chief Udamos.
"Fantastic. Fully understood, I wish you the best of luck in finding your lost mechanic." Urchuln looked over to the ship launching at the other end. "Yes...best of luck." As he paused as the engines fired in earnest.
"As for your concerns, I have an R4 Unit and all the tools I'll need for those light maintenance operations and more. As for experience, I've spent my life dealing with ships since I spawned. Some were born with the gun for the data pad in their hand, I was born with a hydrospanner in mine." Vas became serious as he met Udamos's stern look. "I hope you'll find that I can meet the tasks you require."
Charlemagna wrote:Alba hesitated, mulling over her words. “I can assure you this has nothing to do with Galaxica,” she said finally. “They certainly didn’t come up with the idea, and I’m pretty sure spa resorts would be outside their usual remit.”
“In fact,” Alba continued, somewhat recklessly (but hey, the Fuzzy Tauntauns were working their magic). “This would be entirely my undertaking, so I really don’t think Galaxica have any business being involved at all. Or informed, for that matter.”
“Of course,” she added. “a bit of funding to get everything started would be appreciated… and I’m certainly appreciative of the fact that I’d be using up space on your station…”
Alba considered. “I might be able to source my own funding - I’ll need to look into it. Assuming you’re not footing the bill, how does 30-70 sound? 30 to you, 70 to me, that is. I would be the one doing all the work after all.”
by Puertollano » Tue Jan 28, 2020 3:41 pm
Derika wrote:"Spotted the crater." Liehiry reported. "Landing now."
The Mantis in the crater, as Liehiry walks out. All of his weapons were holstered, including his electrostaff.
by Nuxipal » Tue Jan 28, 2020 4:07 pm
by Greater Persian State » Tue Jan 28, 2020 4:32 pm
by Puertollano » Tue Jan 28, 2020 5:58 pm
Derika wrote:"I'm looking for a mechanic that left from the station." Liehiry responded sternly
by Derika » Wed Jan 29, 2020 8:19 am
by Puertollano » Wed Jan 29, 2020 2:59 pm
Derika wrote:"Look clanker, I will be leaving with the mechanic. So you can either choose to lead me to him with your circuits intact, or your last memory will be of me blasting your head off. You're a tactical droid, right? Make the right decision." Liehiry responded sharply.
by Puertollano » Wed Jan 29, 2020 7:28 pm
Derika wrote:Liehiry grabbed his pistol, but didn't aim at the droid. "Show me where he is."
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