Refueling (Fromikeable, TimTank, Kutt, foxfire)

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OCC-This takes place after i get Ryver/ Tymm on crew.))

The Star Hunter Came out of hyper space Flying toward a Space Station, Zett Rem sitting at the controls of the ship not knowing where Ryver / Tymm was in the ship.

Zett Then stood from the seat Hooking his Belt to his armor and sliding his pistols into the holsters. Then sat back down grabbing his lightsaber from the built in hiding spot in the chair.

He leaned into the com,
This is The Star Hunters Captain speaking i would like permission to land on one of the landing pads please.
Zett waited for a response the a man answered "You may land on the fourth landing pad on the far side of the station form your location drop your Shields and we'll bring you in."
Zett then responded,
Thank you, thank you very much! He said sarcastically even though he was away from the com.
OK Shields down.

The ship was guided to the landing pad and the clamps on the landing gear locked the sound echoed once the pressure shield came back on-line Zett turned on his com system again to Tymms frequency,
Alright buddy I'll hire a loading crew when i find them feel free to step out side for some fresh air. Zett was joking to the droid hoping it might at least amuse the droid.

Zett lowered the ramp and stepped out onto the Flore as a small hovering droid floated up to him, it was a loading droid " Sir is there cargo you wish to sell to the station i could escort you to the check-in point?"
Zett responded, Sure that would be great.
Zett slid his helmet onto his head as he fallowed the droid they reached the reception room for the hotels as soon as they made it to the inside.
A female Twi'lek Stood up behind the desk that reached around the middle of the room she had a smile on her face, "Would you like to check into one of our high class hotel rooms? 100 credits a night the includes company?" Zett Shook his head,
No not now for the moment i have some cargo i would like to sell to the station. "Oh of course, which ship is yours I'll get a crew to it and then an appropriate amount of credits will be transferred to your account mister...?" Zett responded Zett Rem, The Twi'lek's eyes widened a bit "Oh your the guy with the huge bounty on your head...I see why you came here." She then put his name in the computer And then said, "OK then you can enter the entertainment area and cantinas have fun."

Zett turned to the first Turbo lift and entered it shut behind him and took him up to the first Flore of entertainment mainly betting screens and card games. Zett saw a beep in his HUD and opened the message it came up saying that 3,000 Credits had been transferred to his account.

Zett made his way through the crowd of people to the next turbo lift and went to the cantina. Once there he went to the bar and ordered a drink of Jury juice And turned to the slave dancers on the stage. Oh this place is real Rosy. He looked at a holo map of the station seeing a tech store and upgrade center only two Flores up. For the next order of business getting those new droids working.

[Fromikeable]

The Night-Watch settled with a gentle thud as Horst opened the cargo hatch. He had been traveling for about two days to get to this danty little station in the middle of who-knows-where, and were it not for the credits and the appeal of some living company, he would have otherwise waited for the next station.

Horst buckled his belt. As usual, it carried Horst's basic tools, plus a few extra credits and Horst's blaster. Horst checked the blaster; fully loaded with a fresh power pack. Horst was hoping he wouldn't need it; after two days of empty space as his only companion, he didn't particularly crave any fighting. Irregardless, better safe than sorry.

Horst locked his concealed weapon locker before checking on his cargo. He was transporting a few contraband Mandalorian artifacts to some collector's agent on the station, and he had disguised them in ore crates. They had the right weight, and thanks to a stroke of genius on his part, each crate weighed about it's supposed weight in ore thanks to some packaging, some unwanted clothing, and a whole lot of rocks. Horst smiled; smuggling wasn't quite the glamorus ordeal people cracked it up to be.

Horst finally exited his ship, and was greeted by a buzzing service droid. "Greetings! Are you carrying any goods you wish to sell?" Horst smiled again before answering "Not quite. I've got some freight for a Mister..." he checked his holopad, "...Ignacious. Think you can get it to him?"

The droid answered in the affirmitive, and Horst grunted his consent. He didn't mind droids, but sometimes they could be incredibly dry. Still, he ruminated, exiting the hangar, maybe I should get a small service droid. Might be good to have a little help and a companion.

Horst bee-lined for the hotel, needing to secure a place to sleep before anything else could happen. Greeting the young Twi'leck at the recpetion desk with a wave, Horst reserved a room for 100 credits, feeling a little luxurious knowing he would be paid soon. When offered "company", the smuggler declined. "I think I'll do with out it, thanks," he'd responded gruffly.

Finally, Horst asked the Twi'leck where he could score a good drink. She politely referred him to one of the cantinas above the gambling area. Horst sighed a little; he wasn't proud of his desire to drink, but in a world filled otherwise with hardships, liquor was one of the few dampeners to his sorrow. With a weighted head, Horst ascended the turbolift.

Passing the gamblers and their money-vaccums, Horst again ascended the station. Being let out on the cantina level, Horst chose the best-choosing one and slumpd himself on one of the stools.

"Barkeep!" Horst called, summoning a Zeltron barkeeper, "one Bantha Buster, hold the rocks, sprinkle the snow." The barkeep nodded, and poured out the orange drink. Iceless, the barkeep rimmed the glass with salt before setting it before the lonesome smuggler, who grunted in appreciation and slammed a few credits on the counter.

Horst grabbed his drink and took a long, deep draft. The liquid burned his throat like fire as it slid into his stomach. It settled with a fizz, and as Horst lowered his glass from his mouth, he couldn't help but burp. It tasted like the drink; rough, sweet, yet scorching and spicey.

Horst finished his drink, and ordered another. As the barkeep refilled his glass, the smuggler looked around. The cantina contained to the usual assortment of fringe; thugs, drunks, and mercenaries. By this point, it was all old news; Horst shrugged subconciously. Nothing was new, and his new life went on as it did before...

Meaningless...

[Foxfire]

Taym heard the transmition of Zett Rem and desided to exit the ship as soon as pluasable. They had been cooped up for a while with out a good detailed cleaning. So getting to a space hub like this one would do for the time being. Moving through the halls and coridors of the station made for some intreging places to snuff some one out and easily dispose of the body with out raising to much of an alarm.

Finally getting to the droid mech shop taym was a bit miffed at seeing a sign saying that they were not open yet. Checking the time they found that the time was early morning for the fleshies of the station. What was more the after hours automation was down for repairs. So they were going to have to KILL some time till the shop opened up in three hours.

Two shops down was a cantina. Most had entertainment or net-work connections so they could up-load to a private server their current AI system. So slowly walking down there they also noted a weapons shop and a High Tech Droid repair shop called 'Burned Chips'. They would have to look in on this shop later, as for now they had a date with a server.

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Entering the shop the droid detector went off but they ignored it. They did not care if everyone knew, like stated before they needed a connection. The ratty jedi looking robe they were half wearing had seen better days. As they passed a booth it snagged on the seat of the booth and hooked fast. With out so much as a mechanical sigh Ryver reached up and ripped the cloak from their body revealing a scortched and dented metalic scarlet colored Sith assassin droid.

A gasp rose from those closest to the droid. Paying them no mind they moved to a far wall were a net connection sign was haning from the wall. Tying directly into the net Taym started the down load to seven routers that would bounce their program around the verse to defuse the hackers trying to track their down load. While Taym was busy with this Ryver looked around and scanned the fleshies of this station.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett saw another man sit down beside him and order a Bantha Buster and seemed to have just received a payment himself.
Zett then heard the droid alarms go off and without a doubt in him mind before even turning around knew it was Ryver / Tymm.
Zett placed his face into his hand and let out a sigh. Oh boy. Zett placed a fist full of credits on the counter and said,
This is in case that droid behind me breaks any thing, no need to call the stations cops K buddy? He said with a slight smile, the Bar keep looked at the credits and shrugged saying "this is more then i get in a week any way." which did not surprise Zett after all he had placed 500 credits on the table. He turned to look at the man beside him and then to the rest of the bar judging by the ships out there he had seen he could tell most of the people apart: That table is all pirates, that one is too, those guys are smugglers, he's a bounty hunter, She ain't a she. He thought to himself and turned before he found something out that would have scared him.
Then aloud to the man beside him, And you're a mirc, right? He then second guest himself on that judging and then thinking better to have kept him mouth shut but it was to late.

[Derriphan]

Raphael Stone:

Raphael stone decided he needed to get away from Coruscant. So he took a passenger transport to some station, and was looking for some work. Since it had been nearly six months or longer since he had taken all that damage back on the battle field. With him was one suit case, and the other what appeared to be a guitar case. The guitar case how ever had several different disassembled weapons in it with a jammer, that would give any x-raying equipment a different picture then what was really in it. He also had a knife in a small compartment in his left leg, and another small holdout blaster in a compartment in his right arm. He was always cautious about the people he was around, especially in a place like this. Raphael had already been here for about two days, renting one of the cheaper rooms. Coming out of his room he made his way to the cantina and sat himself down near some other men who appeared to be having a conversation.

Running his fingers through his military crew cut, he gave the bar a slight knock as the bar keep swung around with his drink of choice. It was simply titled "Hair of the Wookiee" because this drink could knock you on your ass if you weren't careful! Taking a small swig he then waited, as he ordered a sandwich and fries with the bar also had. Taking another drink as he paid no attention to the people around him and proceeded to get lost in his own thoughts.

[Fromikeable]

A merc?

Horst blinked at the question. He hadn't done mercenary work in a while. Not since... Tatooine, I think. That one guy with the lucky tooth. The question of his profession wasn't the problem; it was this guy had seen him not as a smuggler, not as a drinker, nor a mechanic. But as a merc.

... Crap.

Horst was genuinely disappointed. He definitely didn't try to look nice, or even sanitary for that matter. To be perfectly honest, he was a mess. But to look like a merc? It's not lie I carry my repeater on me all the time, he thought, patting his right hand to his belt and taking note of his gun. He really wasn't looking for a fight, but fights seemed to find him just fine.

Horst chucked his second drink down his gullet before turning. The man next to him looked like... a smuggler. Most definitely. Horst had become pretty good at learning about people from a glance, and this guy fit the smuggler bill perfectly.

"What's it to ya'?" Horst asked, leaning back and looking his new fellow's face. From across the bar, Horst could hear a small alarm buzzing. Sounds like this guy's friends have some sticky fingers.

"Sounds like your pals there are having a heck of a time."

[Foxfire]

(OCC-sorry NO Muse-aline tonight will have better post later.)

Ryver looked about the bar matching faces to any wanted bounties, yet to find any that would match. The fleshy known to them as Zett Rem entered the bar and started his usual bravada of guessing and unsulting any and everyone around him. Ryver knew why this one had the need to talk so much about absolutly nothing and for no reason but to talk.

Finishiing up the down load Taym sent it off layered with firewalls thicker then Coruscant's city scape. physically disconnecting to the bar's hub they sat and listened to Zett and this other fleshy waiting their cue to interupt and run for the ship if need be the case and often that was the case.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

"Sounds like your pals there are having a heck of a time."

Pal!? Zett was surprised a bit, it was more or less true his best friends where all droids, and his best of those might just have been Tymm.

I doubt it. He said with a smile.

Zett noticed that Ryver/Tymm had moved from the wall so the download was complete, If your done you have permission to go get an upgrade at the droid shop i know you saw.

Zett then turned to the two people on either side of him, Any one want a re-fill? Zett turned to the droid and tossed a credit chip bearing the number 750 on it, That's your pay for the cargo.

[Fromikeable]

Suddenly a rather odd looking droid walked over. Zett seemed to greet it openly, and as he gave it permission to receive an upgrade, Horst found himself wondering what make it was. Judging by the shape and movement, it appeared to be assassin in nature, but the way it interacted with its companion suggested more complex programming then simply "Find.Plan.Kill."

As Zett offered Horst a refill, the smuggler snorted quietly before spinning his glass. two drinks was usually all he needed, and quite frankly drinks from strangers was an unappealing prospect. Horst had seen it all before; a quick slip of the hand, an abrupt motion, and POW! there was an odd color to your drink. Odd colors led to odd tastes, odd tastes led to odd feelings, odd feelings led to...

Horst covered his glass. "Thanks, but I think I'll have to pass." Horst noticed that this guy also inquired to the man on his other side. The other guy appeared relatively normal, and Horst could see he had some touch tastebuds the way he was downing that Hair of the Wookie. From what it appeared, he was unrelated to this droid and this odd-ball buying drinks, but Horst had learned enough to never suppose when his life could count on it.

"So what do I call you all?"

[Derriphan]

Raphael turned his head to the question at hand. Revealing that his right eye was covered by a patch if the others had failed to notice it. He waved a hand dismissively to the question, not even spewing anything about the re-fill that was offered. Stone, Stone could look out for his own. Getting this far in life he had too. His long and colorful military career with his hint of force sensitivity that had saved his ass on many a mission, and ever since he took that grenade to the chest his entire body had changed. A mechanical right eye, right arm, and left leg. The poor body of his littered with scars from the many shrapnel that had hit him one way or another.

"If anyone cares, my name is Raphael Stone, and I am looking for some work if anyone has an opening..."

Of course this is why he had come here. Since he had retired from the military he was awfully bored. After he recovered he started to train everyday keeping his body in top physical fitness. It was a shame for someone who had honed his skills so effectively for them not to be used, especially considering his mechanical altering and sniper abilities.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

"If anyone cares, my name is Raphael Stone, and I am looking for some work if anyone has an opening..."

Zett started off with a simple reply,
Well Raph' i happen to be starting up a little crew of what ever, Call it what you will but i guarantee it will pay.
He thought about the tech this man had all over his body including his eye.
Any one who took that much damage and lived it either is hard headed or was on one side of the war. Zett thought to himself.

Which side of the war where you on?

After a response he turned to the man on his left,
I'm Zett Rem, You?

[Fromikeable]

Horst sipped his drink. This guy was a helluva card to be talking like this. He was confident, showy, and overall pretty sure of himself. Horst knew the type; they could make anything seem all right.

Suddenly another man chimmed in, looking for work. Horst met his gaze only to see his eyepatch; a real injury. He couldn't help but be a little surprised; it wans't everyday you met someone half blind.

Zett answered the claim with a proposition. He was setting up a crew, and was looking for member. "Sorry pal. You don't have anything in this guy," he pointed to himself. He didn't particularly care for his life as it sat, but coasting around the galaxy with this nut and his droid didn't sound a whole lot better. No matter what the pay.

That's when the war was brought up. Horst's body tensed; if these guys were here for him, things were about to go south rather quickly. The smuggler kept his hand on his revolver, his other hand on his drink. He wouldn't start this fight, but he'd sure as spit end it.

"Wht kind of a name is Zett?" Horst chuckled, continuing to drink. "You can call me Horst." The smuggler tried to look relaxed; there was always a chance these people weren't here to take him in, and if that was the case, he was overracting. "So what do you do for your daily credits?" he asked in general. The answer could help him tell friend from foe.

Well, barmate from foe. Friend was pushing it.

[Foxfire]

Ryver wanted to blast Zett for treating them in the manner he was but they had to let it slide. He was their cover after all. Noting the other being of cybernetics Taym moved them over to them for a closer look.

Impressive that a fleshy body could handle such a harsh change of life and continue to function. Upgrades,... we don't need up grades this one need upgrades. We need a cleaning and by my sensors you do too flesh magot in a tincan.

Looking a this Stone char they wondered how usesul they would be.

If you want come with me and let these full fleshies drink their life away. We shall talk work and paying work not pushing cargo for pennies.

Taym walked out and across the way to the droid mech shop called 'Inline Ontime'.