A Pit hole to full. (Open, Ante') Utapau

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OOC---This takes place after Ryver Tymm Join crew.))

The Star Hunter Came out of hyper space Zett Rem had some Simple Cargo for one of the City's there, Not illegal but a certain Pau'an leader had made some enemy off of a Pirate who seemed to have his Head Set up somewhere in this system.

Zett's Job was simple deliver the Cargo and get paid then leave at his will, Did it go that way? Absolutely.... not.
As normal for Zett he had run into Hebba the Hutt and it would Seem the pirates now wanted a taste of his bounty that was now... Zett stopped to think how much he was worth again, he left it at about 60,000.
With a price like that I'm tempted to turn myself in.

Zett Chuckled a bit before seeing on his scope what looked like a frigate beholding the marks of the pirates,
AW COME ON.... I WAS ALMOST THERE.
Blast it already. Zett Rem Remotely Powered up T6-05, the droid he built as a boy, mostly. He had Recently upgraded him and the such. Zett got on the Comm line,
T6 Get those guns running try and hit something if they try and hit us got it boy?, On the other end was a confermative beep.
Then the pirates Holo called Zett's ship,
"Zett Rem IF You turn over your ship and cargo We might forget we saw You."

Is there a way i can talk you out of.... Zett was cut of by blaster fire from the frigate,
Thaaaaats a no.... Zett said with a sigh.
Zett Rem barrel rolled the Star Hunter under the blaster fire and into the blind spot of the frigate as T6 was firring doing little to no damage to the pirate's frigate, Zett went onto the the Comm again,
T6 it's now use quit firring the cannons and start loading that missile it might slow them up a bit, wait tell i get there engines on veiw.
Zett got another affirmative beep this time with worry about Zett however.
Don't worry boy i think i know what I'm doing.
Sure as the sun rise T6 made the shot once the engines where in range, And it disabled one of the two engines, causing the ship to fly away from the planet in a retreat however Zett would need to get away from the planet very soon.

He took his ship down and asked T6,
Uh... Which sink hole again?
They all look the bloody same to me.
T6 Gave humerus beep and set the ship heading to the correct sink hole Where the loaders where waiting for the cargo along with the leader who would pay him.

When Zett stepped off of the ship the leader started right away speaking,
"Why are you so late i thought you said Your ship was of a fast origin? If not Your ship is nothing spacial in looks either."
Hey i could take my goods right bake to where they came from, After all it was Your old friends that slowed me down.
Zett smirked,
"Very well...Your payment... A Utapaun necklace along with other native valuables."

Zett then looked for a rest place, or a Cantina, once finding a Cafe' type place and ordered the only thing that looked good, or at least normal...

[Captain Kalmar]

(OOC – takes place after the Most Unexpected Cargo Thread)


Anté woke up early that morning, safely hidden in a small cave at the edge of one of Utapau’s sinkholes, protected from the ever present dust of the windswept plains above. Once again she was grateful for having her gray robe, an old, wretched, but extremely useful reminder of the good old times on Kiffu, as the wind was still chilly, even though the sun was already warming up the ground with all its power. It was Anté’s first visit of Utapau and so far she enjoyed it immensely. Everything, she thought, everything is better than Corellia.

Since her mistake of visiting the rotten place she has travelled again and Utapau, despite leaving her alone for a long time, was a place where she found relief and time to think. And, oh sure she needed to think. She has been rambling through the galaxy for a few years and her life was still but a leaf blown in the wind, without direction or purpose.

But one day I’ll return home and face Dera, face her and tell her my life is no concern of hers. One day...

The truth was Anté didn’t feel ready to do so and until she felt strong and confident enough, she travelled and discovered things she has never seen before. Like the grotto with the pool I saw yesterday. There were many other things she has discovered of course, but her time spent on Utapau was coming to an end. It was time to move to yet another nasty city and help herself to some credits. Always on the move, right?

Anté packed the few things she had, checking her lightsaber was still safely at the bottom of her backpack. She always did so, as it was the only true weapon she possessed and although she never wanted to use it against another being, it was still part of what she was, another piece of puzzle that connected together the Kiffar, the masterless Padawan and the journeying mechanic who repaired ships in order to get a ride. With a song on her lips, Anté stepped onto the beaten path that was supposed to take her to a city only a few hours of walking away.

It was shortly before noon when she reached the city in one of the sinkholes, descending carefully on the stony path. Her first sight belonged to a cantina close to the docking bays, the type of place where – from Anté’s experience – the pilots always rested before they took off for other worlds. Good thing was nobody seemed to recognize her. Either Dera didn’t think Utapau might be one of the places she might visit, or nobody really cared about bounties down there.

Removing her torn cloak in order to look at least a little civilized, Anté walked towards the bar, carefully slipping through a small crowd of talking Utai. As she did so, she stumbled over the leg of one of the chairs standing nearby, bumping heavily into a tall, brown haired man who was just ordering a drink. With a loud curse she started to apologize:

‘Blast it! I’m sorry sir, I apologize, I didn’t mean to... if I spilled your drink I’ll pay for it, I promise.’

Anté tried to be as polite as she could. She was never the kind of person to start quarrels just for the sake of doing so and she hoped he would understand she meant him no offense.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

‘Blast it! I’m sorry sir, I apologize, I didn’t mean to... if I spilled your drink I’ll pay for it, I promise.’

Aaaaaand..... nope Didn't spill a drop, but thanks for the offer.
Zett Smiled a bit at the woman who was obviously a Kiffar by the face markings.
In fact, Zett dropped a sack of something of valuable jewels that he was given earlier, due to Credits being out of the way and useless here.
I'll buy Your's.
Zett let a smile past again,
Of coarse I'm not even sure whats good to eat here.
Zett glanced around before Setting his helmet down at a table near by.

Zett noticed that he had his stolen Light saber on his belt and not in his bag for the first time in a while, last time he did that some freak went nuts and tried to kill Him.

Zett tried to keep it on the other side of the woman while he tried to put it back in his bag with out drawing attention to it, just in case there was a crazy wacko in here who might go nuts like before.
So I'm not the only non local here today, whats Your story?
Zett asked being as that was the best way to make sure of this not being a pirate to decapitate him, or something like that.

Then a tall Pau'an walked up with the drinks and sat them down.
This place sure knows how to make a Human feal...Small. Zett said jokingly, yet he meant it.

[Foxfire]

Taym worked on the final checks of the ship to work out the bugs between the mechanical side and the computer side of things. Both sides had issues and Taym was not going to solve either at the time being. The cargo now away and Zett gone drinking himself into trouble and Ryver downtiming Taym had the body all to his own. Finishing what he could he did a self check and found a few issues of his own. The problems were rust and wear on some internal componets so a good cleaning would soon be needed.

Deciding to leave the ship he searched for a station where if any droid repair shop was. The area they had landed had neither WiFi nor a proper repair station. So choosing to make for the Cantina to aquire some fluids and drinks of heigher than normal chemical content would work as well. When he entered the cantina a droid alarm went off and a holding beam held him in place. Not knowing what to do he asked himself what would Ryver do? Arming his arm blaster for the first time by himself he pointed and badly shot at the holding beam emitter. Yet to his surprise it twittered and failed. At that Taym knew that this place was in very poor shape. It was amasing to him that the lights were still on and running. Moving to the bar he tried to sound tough as he could and asked for two gallons of a hutt drink called Nar and a Jawa juice head crusher with a quart of Mynok blood.

The bar keep looked unbeliveing at Taym. Taym did not know what to do at the non-responce. So when his arm blaster had to cycle for cooling and resetting for the next blast did the Keep turn white and run back to the back to get the order set before him. Taym did not under stand the beings concern it was after all a basic function of the weapon he had no worries. But it got the fleshy to working on the order and that was all that Taym really was concerned about anyway.

[Captain Kalmar]

Anté looked at the man with suspicion. It didn’t happen too often that a complete stranger would invite her to have a drink. Especially after she stumbled and fell on him. She watched him trying to place something into his bag and her senses were on alert. She couldn’t say what it was that alarmed her, but she sure knew she wants to be careful. If only I could get my hands on something in his possession, I could maybe read from it what he’s up to. She glanced at his helmet, but at the moment it would be inappropriate to try anything, so she stuck to her good old lie:

‘Oh, the story... well, it’s nothing really special, I’m just travelling around places, gaining experience before I return back to Kiffu. I’m a part time mechanic.’ Anté smiled and sipped from her drink. The taste was strange, but she found it quite satisfying. She then realized she didn’t introduce herself and even though she wasn’t happy doing it, it would be strange if she told him nothing. ‘The name is Anté, of clan Entarh.’

She got used to using her old master’s name so much she almost believed it to be the only one she had. To a stranger, the tattoos on her face could mean anything, so she didn’t fear he would see through her little lies. Unless he was hired by Dera, of course. Still, so far Anté didn’t feel any imminent threat coming from the man and she relaxed a little.

‘Yes, this planet makes one feel small and it’s not just the people. I’ve been out in the fields and there are things that are just... stunning. I thought I might stay longer, but I think it’s time to go forth.’ Anté looked into her glass and drank again. ‘So what’s your story?’

Just as she asked, she heard a blast behind her, seeing a droid approaching the bar. Her heart was racing from the sudden shock and she cautiously observed the mass of evidently not defenceless metal. ‘What was that?!’

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

‘So what’s your story?’
Zett Was about to talk but, it was at that moment that the droid walked into the Cantina.
Zett watched as the droid gave almost a lazy shot barely hitting the target of the control panel.
That's not like Ryver, Zett thought, Tymm Zett thought rolling his eyes.

‘What was that?!’

That is a droid on my crew, they uh are smarter then they look.
Zett Took another drink, then continued.
My name's Zett Rem, Bounty Hunter but i just delivered some cargo here on Utapau.
You've basically met the crew back behind me is Ryver /Tymm long story as to why they have Two names and One Body, Don't ask unless you got a long bit of time to kill.
At any rate there are a bunch of pirates up in space trying to hurt this city and they don't like the fact that i helped the city so I'm going to be leaving soon...

Zett was cut off by T6, Over the comm.
A worried, warning beep came in.
WHAT?!?! Yes Ryver /Tymm are here, Now what do you mean Ship?
More worried beeps came back,
Zett listened thought for a second and responded.
You really had to put a damper on things didn't you?
OK try and shut off the support valves I'll be there soon...
Zett Shut off the Comm.
Blasted engine trouble, You like to travel you say? Well that's great because i just happen to need another Mechanic besides myself and Tymm,
Zett stood from the table and finished off his drink, then gabbed his helmet.
Uh want a job? I've got money with me?
He walked over to Ryver/Tymm as he was speaking,
He tapped on the droids shoulder,
Tymm you home? We need to go, and now would be nice.
Zett smirked and shrugged, then turned to Ante' for her Answer, before sliding his helmet back on.

[Captain Kalmar]

‘Ah, a member of the crew... I see.’ Anté still observed the droid with a little insecurity. Killing machines in her close presence rarely ever made her feel good. The man, however, continued to talk, so she listened closely to what he said. Listening carefully often revealed much more about the people than what one could expect.

My name's Zett Rem, Bounty Hunter but I just delivered some cargo here on Utapau.

A bounty hunter. Anté’s first reaction to the word was one of surprise, but she quickly tried to hide it, hoping Zett haven’t noticed. But the fact he told her also ensured her he knew nothing... or he did, but didn’t bother with it. Even such people existed, though they were a rare breed and extremely hard to find. What however drew Anté’s interest was the job offering. She could always use some money and the possibility of getting to other places was there as well. And, considering the droid that quite brought her out of balance was on their side, it also seemed to be pretty safe.

I can always leave. Nobody’s holding me here.

Anté followed closely behind him and – placing a hand on his shoulder – she smiled and replied:

‘I could always use some work. Let’s go.’

[Foxfire]

Taym's sensers told him that Zett was aproaching and so he was not surprised that they had to run again. Ever since he had met up with this fleshie all they did was run. Taym nodded and waited for his order to come from the back. It was only a few minutes but for a droid it was a life time. The Barkeep came from teh back sweating and looking very nervous as he lugged the droid's order to the front. So what if the combined contents were flamable. So what if they were mix would level the cantina in seconds, Taym care not.

Moving to retreive the order Taym scanned the order and found them to be true and tossed a small pouch of credits upon the bar and swiftly took up the plastic containers and left the cantina. The trip back was most uneventful since everyone moved from his path. And once again Taym did not fully under stand fleshies. Yes the containers had biohazard and highly flamable symboles on the side of them. Fleshies were so over nervous about dying that some times he would agree with Ryver that the fleshies needed to be cleansed from parts of the verse. Though Ryver wanted only a droid verse Taym knew that it would not be to possible for they have infected and reached out to nearly every corner of the current verse.

Getting to the ship he stowed away the fluids and started to rework on the ship. The ship was dirtier and more messed up than a gender confused wookiee at mating season. He simply shook his droid head and wondered how in the verse did this fleshie ever live so long.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett Rem shook his head as Taym set a bag of Credits on the table, The Pau'an Bar keep looked at one of the credits oddly as if asking what it was but to scared to ask out loud.

Zett shrugged and gave him some jewelry that was part of his payment, in return for the credits, then felt something on his shoulder sort of tugging at it,
‘I could always use some work. Let’s go.’
Ante' answered his question she was on the crew, for the time any way, many would come and go on this crew as expected.

Good, Your first day on the job and you get some work to go with it, Whatever happened to my ship needs to be fixed and the way T6 was acting up I'd say it's toxic fumes in there right now.
Zett handed her a small breathing mask,
Breath through this when we get there, at least until we know what it is.

When they arrived to the Star Hunter Zett locked his Mando Helmet and lowerd the ramp headed right to the engine room when the door opened Zett was engulfed by Fumes, he pulled up a interface in his HUD looking for the cause of the leak, Zett moved deeper into the room finding a pipe that belonged across the top of the room, it was blown loose however and now lie on the ground.
Great... Zett said sarcastically. Zett found the shut off valve and shut down the liquid running through them, the fumes stopped after a few minuets, T6 then found Zett and informed that the same thing had happened across the ship, and T6 had been shutting them down room by room, and that only a few rooms such as the bridge did not suffer from the leak.

The pipes must be old or not used to... Zett paused as if the answer had hit him in the head.
A change in the liquids, a harder liquid was swapped for the old one.
This was the same as if a Harder watter went through pipes that where used to a softer watter.
Someone sabotaged my ship! Zett knew when it must have happened, during the maintenance.
Zetts HUD showed a low enough level on fumes the breath safely again.
Zett removed his Helmet, then started to remove the bad pipes as T6 safely leaked the gas out side into barrels.
Hey, Ante' how long do you think this will take You, T6, and Taym if You can talk him into it?... I think I'm going to check into the goon who sabotaged the ship try and find him.
And some new supplies for the ship, for repairs.

[Captain Kalmar]

Anté took the breather and followed behind Zett and Taym/Ryver. People seemed to be stepping out of the droid’s way and, truth to tell, she wasn’t surprised. If she met a droid like this, she would quite likely stray from its way as quickly as she could. In her opinion, droids were unpredictable and although they were “just” machines, she has seen them do considerable damage. Not the kind of creatures she would like to mess with.

Approaching the ship, Anté put on the breather and watched Zett seeing over the damage done. His claim that it was sabotaged didn’t make her feel any better. Of course such things happened, but it always happened to someone else. This time it was way closer to her own person, too close for her liking. On the question of time needed for putting it back into shape Anté shrugged her shoulders. From the looks of the ship it seemed that it might need a complete maintenance, not just removing few broken pipes. In fact, she was rather surprised it still held together, but she learned not to judge a ship by its appearance quite some time ago. ‘If there’s no major problem I guess we might get it done in an hour, maximum. I’ll see what I can do.’ Then she turned to the droids.

‘All right, the pipes must be changed and we have to pump the liquid away and clean the tanks.’
Anté felt strange, talking to them, especially the tall one, but hoped they will obey what she told them. Still she heard some of them had rather complicated personalities (and with Taym/Ryver it was even more complex) so she tried to be polite. ‘What if the two of you started working on the pipes and I’ll get myself started on the tanks?’

Walking over to where the barrels with gas were standing, Anté looked for the openings through which the liquids were pumped into the ship. If it truly was a sabotage... She placed her palms on the metal plating of the ship and her mind was suddenly swirling with images, a chaotic vortex that made no sense, but she automatically started to sort out the ones that were of no use to her. Images of Zett and his droids tending the ship. Hyperspace travels. Even the pirate attack Zett was talking about. No, this isn’t what I’m after. And then an image, nervous, shaky one, someone working with the valves, his hands slipping. Or rather her hands. She couldn’t see the face, but the hands were distinctive enough to recognize this woman if she met her.

Oh, there you are, aren’t you? Anté straightened and called after Zett:
‘Hey! Just in case you ran into a woman with dragons tattooed on her forearms, she might have some answers.’
Anté stressed the word might. She knew her readings were not always what she thought them to be. Psychometry was one of her skills that she didn’t care if people knew about. Kiffars were known to have the ability and even if Zett didn’t know, it would certainly be of less surprise for him to learn this than if he knew she used to be trained as a Jedi.

[Foxfire]

Taym had just ran a comp check to see if the systems were touched and found that his doubled AI had let the intrudered in and re hacked it's systems and was now infecting much of the other's ship and soon to leave them floating in space with out a rutter as it were. Taym worked on tallying up how much pipe was eaten and needed to be replaced. Tying into the ship coms Taym ordered the full amount of pipe and extras needed to get this rust bucket into and back to ground.

Taym calling Zett...... I have tallied the total pipe and place an order under my credit and name for faster results by the locals. It will be here in fifteen minutes. Please inform the female that it is coming, and also if your intended target gets away we may pick it up at about ten klicks from high orbit. Were they will be as you fleshies say sitting banthas.

......

It was about this moment that Ryver came back online from her defragmenting. She spent the next few minutes looking over past vid and discitions that Taym had made. Ryver would have been mad but Taym was not programed for the errors that he had made this day. Ending up just going to check this new fleshy out and get a quick face scan for their records and do a through bio check.

Going to the gas tanks Ryver worked on previous facial pics and waited for a clean Bio-file. Using both the republic, Jedi, and hunter facial files Ryver found and read over the files. Not much of a threat from what Ryver could see. So letting Taym continue to work the body Ryver settled back and waited.

......

Taym new how Ryver delt wit fleshies that she did not like so when a clean bio-file came back he was please he would not have to power wash the decks again of spilt blood. Although having to scrub the vents of the noxious fume film would take a bit of time. So Taym walked them past the female and went outside waiting for the other fleshies to bring the standing order of pipes.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OOC--- I hope this is OK post and not interrupting any thing you may have planned.))

"Taym calling Zett...... I have tallied the total pipe and place an order under my credit and name for faster results by the locals. It will be here in fifteen minutes. Please inform the female that it is coming, and also if your intended target gets away we may pick it up at about ten clicks from high orbit. Were they will be as you fleshies say sitting banthas."

Wait there Up there right now?
That news did not sit well with Zett Due to the fact that he was one light freighter and they where a frigate.

OK thanks Taym. Zett said back into the comm with a sigh.

His tracking skills he had used so long ago on Kashyyyk to hunt food came in handy more than once: The former owner of this suit, the former owner of the Sith lightsaber.
Now it came in once more tracking the woman who sabotaged his ship,
Then the former owner of the ship came to mind as one more who he had tracked.

Now he stood only 15 feet behind the woman his only cover was the small crowd and the random tent that came up every so far, Zett then guessed he was in a market of some sort.

Zett called 'Shadow' his protocol droid on board the ship still
Hey Shadow could you clean out a room shut every thing offline in that room? I'm bringing the Dragon girl back with me when i return.
In answer Shadow said "Of coarse should i inform the others?"
If you want i don't see why not.
Zett shut the comm off then continued to fallow the woman, Zett noticed he turn onto a lading pad that was enclosed by one of the giant spines that once belonged to a huge monster.

No ship sat on the platform she was waiting on someone, Zett had to move in now.

Zett pulled out his pistols from his holsters, He then lit his jet-pack so as to land on top of the spine of the monster. He was unnoticed for a while but his silver/orange armor was not the stealthiest.

Zett dropped down after letting her call for the shuttle he raised his twin weisters 27's into offense mode ready to make a move.

Easy way or hard way lady?
"I was about to ask you the same question." The woman replied.
The woman pulled out a spear and did a quick spin knocking out one of Zetts pistols, note to self she is a short range fighter.

Zett thought to himself before dodging the second sweep, And starting the jet pack flying into the air setting the pistol to stun before taking a useless shot that was dodged by the woman.

Zett then used his whip cord which did succeed in wrapping around the woman. Zett then landed back on the ground in time to see the ship she had called in to pick her up.

Great... Zett said as he shot the woman with a stun beam in order to focus on the ship. He picked up his other pistol when the ships guns turned on Zett.
Zett looked for any thing to help him beside the missile on his Jet-pack that would more then likely not make it to the target without being blasted. Zett collapsed his whip cord then got ready for the battle ahead he dive rolled behind one of the tall bones that held the upper spine in place.

Zett pulled up his HUD user interface and tried to tap into the hanger turrets first rate tech he should be able to he'd done worse.
In about 30 seconds he had got pass the fire wall to the turrets and then started the reprogram on them to make them attack the ship.

however by then the ship had made its way into a range where it could See Zett. It took a shot that hit the Flore of the hanger punching a hole in it only a few feet from Zett. Oopsy daisy... Zett said as he jump up over the hole powering his jet pack to land him on the other side, the trick worked it had gotten him out of his hiding spot.

Zett fired his concussion missile from his right wrist then ducked to fire the bigger one, one of the two would have to hit.

And sure enough the bigger one did but it barley touched the Shields of the ship.

Now what? Zett thought. just then the two turrets powered up firing shot after shot.

The ship went down, then Zett knew the pirates would not be happy and would now be waiting.

Zett came onto the comm once more,
OK guys I'm on my way.
Zett grabbed the woman and lifted her onto his shoulder and walked back to the ship.

Once there he took her to the empty room and sat her in there and locked the door on his way out.
Then turned to Shadow,
you made sure she wont be able to escape right?
"Of coarse sir, also i tapped into your HUD while you where in battle and then searched the on board data base it appears she has a hefty bounty for sabotage."
I'll look into it, keep an eye on her.

Zett returned to the engine room and removed his helmet and jet pack and sat them on the work bench then placed an extra missile in the jet pack, then removed his Bag from his side and placed it there as well.

So Ante', hows it comin'?

[Captain Kalmar]

Anté hummed a song as she was making her way through the cleaning and refilling procedures. She always had her head full of thoughts when her hands were working, but they were never the disturbing ones she had when she was on the run or travelling. It was more of practical thinking - what goes where and how it should be accomplished most efficiently... work simply made Anté feel good. One might almost ask why didn’t I stay at Kiffu. Then she realized why she escaped and pushed the thought away from her consciousness. What was she thinking? Staying with people who ruined her chance of becoming an honourable and selfless person? Never.

She also thought about Zett. She had no idea what was going on in the head of the man in armour and she was still a little unsure what to think of him. Always careful, Anté rarely ever believed people the first time she met them, yet so far he seemed to be friendly and telling the truth. The droid probably made her feel even more uncomfortable, but it neither seemed to be bothered by her nor was it hostile, so she decided to simply try not to bring up anything that might change that.

Then the new pipes finally arrived. ‘Great, let’s put these where they belong, shall we?’ She turned to Taym/Ryver and smiled a little, even though she doubted the droid will appreciate it. If this one has something to do with people, then I bet it’s getting rid of them, not understanding them. Still, the droid was a part of the crew and she respected that. She was about to go on with her work, when she saw Zett returning. From the way he looked he didn’t seem to have had a peaceful talk, which was supported by the fact that he had a woman lying unconscious on his back. With dragons on her forearms. It made Anté happy to see she was right about something and she put her hair away from her face with satisfaction, leaving a dirty mark on her forehead. Zett soon reappeared again, with the woman no longer to be seen anywhere.

So Ante', hows it comin'?

‘Well,’ she replied. ‘We’re just about to put the pipes in place; the tanks are already cleaned and refilled – with the right fluid this time. But you seem like you ran into some trouble.’ Anté looked at him with an expression of expectation, hoping he might tell her more. It was always good to know what was going on with people she travelled with, always way safer to be aware of possible dangers. Unfortunately, life threatening situations and several attempts to bring her home taught her to be distrustful and overly careful.

[Foxfire]

Taym turned back making sure that all the numbers matched when the female winked at him. Another amusing fleshy iddium of communication, Taym thought. He was going to turn back to her and help when he noted Zett returning with a female slung over his back.

Primative male.

Was his first thought then a second thought hit him the ship was hers to be scuttled why not give the priate a bit of the same. Taym walked off the boarding ramp to the landing pad's terminal. Even on a backwater world like this one every planet had to have a nav-sat up dater. So if he cracked and hacked in he could up load a program virus to the pirate's nav-sat and make then jump to who know's where.

Ryver chimmed in on the plan as well and kept a sensor out for the physical fleshies while Taym delved into the space ports network hacking and not quite slashing. Ten second and he was in and had total control. He up dated their programming timing and pinged the pirate's ship with the Taym 2.0. It was a crossing of their two personnas into one program. Disconnecting and returning to the ship they picked up a bundle of piping and gave a thumbs up to the two fleshies and went to the farthest destroyed piping and got to work.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

Zett Rem grabbed the tools he would need to continue and help out, he gave a nod to Ante' and stepped out into the hall's and walked down the donut shaped hall way tell he made his way to the cargo room on the Port side of the ship as it was on all XS-light freighters.

The hold was relatively empty due to the last cargo drop, and aside from the netting holding some of his own supplies it was.
Zett dropped his tools on a Holo-Chess set then began removing the old pipes to see that the ship had needed the change as it was, he guessed about six months and the would have leaked fuel any way.

Zett was having trouble under standing why they sabotaged the ship and not just steal it, Zett wasn't complaining but it would have Been easy on the pirates and that's how they liked to do things...

Zett continued to work until T6 rolled in informing Zett of the prisoners awaking.

Leave her in there a while... we got work to do.
Zett thought back to the fact that it had been only a few weeks of having this ship and he was already doing repair, after repair this was what the sixth major one? Did this ship's original owner not fix any thing on board?

Zett grunted as he yanked the pipe loose, then lifted the replacement as he replaced the bolts that held it in place...

This was going to be a long day.

[Captain Kalmar]

Anté, not getting any further explanation shrugged her shoulders and went on with her work. Carefully removing the damaged pipes she prepared a new one to put it in its place. Before doing so, she grabbed her bag again and searched in it for protective goggles. Not that she would necessarily need them, but rather because she was used to wearing them when working, as they gave her a feeling of security and well-known things, both of which were not something she could get every day.

Replacing the old piping Anté noticed a lot of rust on the surrounding pipes as well, loose screws and lots of other things she hated to see on a ship. ‘Man, have you ever considered giving this thing a thorough maintenance?’ She didn’t mean it anyhow offensively, but seeing the state of the machine she had to frown. That thing was carrying living beings, somebody should have taken proper care of it in order those inside alive! In the moment her finger slipped on one end of the old pipe and made a small, but deep cut. ‘Blast!’ She quickly put the finger in her mouth, feeling the metallic taste of blood mixed with machinery oil. Pay attention to your work and stop talking, will you?

Searching through her bag again for a skin patch, she touched the lightsaber lying at its bottom, its smooth surface bringing the memories long suppressed. The day she found the crystal for it and the days she spent constructing it, Master Lau’ran’s teachings, his infinite patience and kindness. She shook her head. No place and no time for such thoughts now. She will find her answers but not now. There was still a ship to be repaired, pirates waiting up in the space, someone to be asked a few questions. No time for her own silly sentiments. ‘So, once this is done, what’s the next destination?’

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

After finishing the first pipe Zett returned to the engine room where Ante' was on his way remembering she had asked him what he had encountered out there.

Zett now had thought about her question and found that any information he could tell her about it would be useless unless she wanted to know if he was a threat and how much of one he was.

He could hear her shouting a conversation down the hall at him as he was returning,
‘Man, have you ever considered giving this thing a thorough maintenance?’

Zett entered the room around this point and said,
I only got her a week ago and now that you mention it i have been doing what i could with the ship, she's in worse shape then i thought.

As for your earlier question The only reason it took so long is because she had called a gunship from the pirates i had to take care of it as well.

Zett shrugged as he returned to the pile of pipe to grab another when she gave a slight yelp of pain and stuck her finger in her mouth.
Zett turned to see what was wrong only to see a small cut on her finger bleeding pretty badly,
Hey you want some work gloves?
T6 beeped a bit as he went off to try and find a pair of bantha hide gloves to help.
OK well i Guss you don't got much of a choise...
Zett watched the droid tell he was out of sight headed on his way to the locker in the cargo bay and Zett fallowed the same way to get back to work.

T6 was shutting the locker as Zett entered the cargo room.
Hey buddy two things: first, Keep an eye on her, second get a sample of those pipes she removed i can do a few things with them.

Zett felt that he should trust her more then she trust him, but better save then sorry.

[Captain Kalmar]

‘A gunship?!’

Anté made a small note to herself. If this man was capable of defending himself from a gunship all on his own, his fighting abilities must have been ones far exceeding Anté’s.
And when I think of it, that is not so difficult to achieve. Anté was never a fighter, though she could defend herself from the common thieves, but this man in Mandalorian armour, who maybe even was a Mandalorian (which she wasn’t certain about), that was a different class of warrior. And she was careful when being around people who mastered the arts of fighting.

Though it would be good to travel with such a person. If I had the assurance that he will not turn against me.

Anté never travelled with people for more than a few days. They picked her up somewhere and then left her at a different place, but Zett offered her a job. The state of the ship definitely showed a great need of a mechanic to take care of it and she was sure she could do that just fine. But as soon as I get the possibility, I’m searching this ship thoroughly. Not that she would so far have a reason not to believe Zett, but he was a bounty hunter and they weren’t exactly the friendly type. Mostly they weren’t.

When Zett mentioned gloves, she smiled gratefully.
‘Yeah, I could definitely use some. I was just... not paying attention for a moment.’
She looked at the wound, which still bled a little and put the skin patch over it. Then she put her hair from her face again and watched Zett leave with the more friendly of the crew’s droids. This is a strange company you keep, Anté. The more reason for being careful.

[Adobi-Wan Kenobi]

((OOC We will continue to post until foxfire returns))

Zett had just finished the pipe as T6 returned with a rust sample from the old pipes, Zett took it and plugged it into a scanner in the cargo hold computer.

It came back with traces of the sabotaged chemical,
Great that's running through her blood which is probably not good.

T6 Was about to leave the room at this point,
Wait up tell her to inject herself with this.
It might keep her from getting sick from the rust and chems according to this computer but you might want to see if there's any thing better on the med lab.

Zett walked back to grab another pipe passing by the temporary prison as the woman sounded as she was thrashing against walls at the time.
Someones unhappy, That'll show you to mess with my ship though.

Zett continued to retrieve the pipe and drag it back to the cargo hold to replace the final pipe in that room.

Zett let out a sigh looking over the rusted old pipes then began to remove the last one to see something move on the inside of it,
Please don't be Mynocks please don't be Mynocks Ran through his mind over and over as he reached into the piping and yanked on the tale of something pulling out a lizard native to Utapau.
Well that's not to bad as long as there's only one of you,
Zett walked it out side then returned to the cargo hold yet again and double checked the pipes to make sure there were no more of the little guys friends.

[Captain Kalmar]

With the gloves on, Anté was again fully focused on her work. Once she got into the working tempo, nothing could distract her – it was a whole new world, one that she was happy in, almost as if she was out in the fields where nothing bothered her. Ignoring the ever present rust and mess, the ship seemed to be a fine machine, at least as far as she could see. And once I get my hands on it, it will be even better, they shall see.

She continued with the piping, whistling silently, when she realized Zett was gone. I could get myself some info on that guy in the cockpit. It would be just a few seconds...It was true her psychometric skills could help her a lot in the deciding whether to trust Zett or not. She looked around and – seeing nothing disturbing – slowly made her way towards the cockpit. Anté reached out in the Force, for the first time after several weeks, and sensed Zett and the woman, who was held prisoner, Zett calm, the woman desperate or furious. Or both. She thought.

When she was almost at the cockpit door, the small droid, T6, as she remembered, appeared with a syringe, telling her to inject it to protect herself from infection. Oh blast, I forgot about the droids. That was the bad thing about the ability of tracking people – it only applied to living beings. She attempted to smile and took it from the droid, first touching it with her hand without glove to see if there were any ill-intentions behind that, but she could see none. Maybe you could finally start being a little more trustful. Not everybody means you harm. Unfortunately, that was not always true. Anté sighed and after applying the medicine, she took her things and moved on to Zett. Sneaking into the cockpit had to wait, obviously.

Putting her protective glasses away she asked:
‘Any more things I can help you with, Zett?’
After a short silence she asked again.
‘Uhm... may I call you like that, right?’