Delivering Goods {Open}

[.:Falcon:.]

Larrine stepped off the Dragon's Head, and looked around the large, bustling spaceport. She re-adjusted the braid of blond hair that hung behind her, then headed towards the cantina which bounded the far side.

As she reached the door, she made sure her blaster was snug, and went in. The dark smoky atmosphere was oppresively hot, and Larrine had to squint to see anything. She made her way to the bar. "Correlian whisky, and be quick about it." she said, tossing some credits down to punctuate the sentence.

When her drink came, she moved to a chair, and sat down. Pulling out a datacard, she looked itover. Putting it back in her pocket, she continued to wait.

[Necro Stormborn]

Suddenly a beeping sound eminated from the girl's datapad, a shrill sound that no doubt would catch her off gaurd. it was the sound of an incoming message, from a secured network.

The message would read:

"Greetings, Larrine Gibrenn. My name is Jin Speemenk, financial advisor to Stats Garbas, Your contact about the Bespin smuggling operation will be arriving soon. Please remain vigilant, and as always, You never recieved this message."

[.:Falcon:.]

A shriol ringing filled Larrine's ears as her datapad gave a little jump. She furtively slid the pad out just enough to read the message. Nodding in satisfaction, she pushed the pad back out of sight and stared down into her cup. Picking it up and swirling the liquid, she took a drink, and sat back again.

[Necro Stormborn]

(( ok ....so i could npc your contact.. or we could have someone come in here with thier character... whcih would you prefer?))

[.:Falcon:.]

((*shrugs* I don't care either way.))

[Necro Stormborn]

a tiny bulbous man walked into the cantina, and looked around warily. "hmm.." He headed for the bar, and spotted a woman, in sporty clothing. as he neared her he took up a seat next to her, but did not face her. instead he looked in the complete other direction. then he placed his palm on the table, allowing a clink sound to be heard. A small chip that was snug in his palm now lay flat on the bar under his palm. He coughed and leaned back almost rubbing against the woman. "You Larinne?" He said stretching his arm backwards showing her the chip under his hand.

[.:Falcon:.]

Larrine warily watched the man who had just sat down. As he turned his hand over to reveal the chip in his hand, she answered his question. "Gibrenn. Yes."

[Necro Stormborn]

"Take this.. and play it. I was told to advise you to hire a mercenary for the run." With that the bulbous man stood up from the bar leaving the chip in her lap, walking out of the cantina never to be seen again.

(( make up what ever you want about the chip saying.. its just a smuggling operation for tibanna gas on bespin... and it will say you'll need a big ship and a large crew to pull it off... and you'll need some bounty hunters or merc to work with you... other then that just make sure to include that its on bespin and that it was sent from Stats Garbas.))

[.:Falcon:.]

Larrine waited for the man to leave, then pulled out her datapad. Plugging the datacard in, she quickly read the message. "Tibanna gas?" she muttered. "and where the heck m I gonna get a 'big ship'." pushing back from the table, she stood and headed back out of the cantina. Boy she hated being kept in the dark.

[Necro Stormborn]

(( good, now you have a mission... bring a cache' of Tibanna gas, 10 tons of it, to The Garbas plant on Abregado.. do so by any means necessary))

[.:Falcon:.]

Larrine made her way back to the Dragon's Head. She threw her datapad onto the control panel where Dek was working, and went to the cockpit. Sliding into the pilot's seat, she swiveled the chair, and glared at Fell, her current co-pilot.

"Something wrong?" he asked uncomfortably.

Larrine smiled ingratiatingly. "Of course something's wrong idiot. Put out word that we need a new ship. Oh, and some bounty hunters."

Fell nodded, then whipped his head around to stare at her. "Bounty hunters? Why do we need..."

"Just do it Fell OK? Even I don't know." she stood and left, leaving Fell looking confused. Shrugging, he turned back to the control panel.

[Dave]

Rayn ran hard against the wind. He breathed in short, controlled breaths. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he approached the ship sitting on the landing pad. In a place like this, word of work travelled through the town pretty quickly. Since there was no shortage of hired guns, Rayn had needed to get here as soon as possible before the jobs were all taken up. It was a shame that it was so hard to find work, but considering what Rayn's work was, perhaps the galaxy was better off. Rayn knocked hard on the metal above the boarding ramp, to announce his presence.

"Word is you folks need a few extra fists!?" He said, hoping the job would pay better than his last, which was not very much.

[.:Falcon:.]

The big Devonarian- Dix- grinned, showing his spiky teeth. "Yeah. Cap' Gibrenn is in her quarters. Be careful...she's liable to bite off your head if you do something wrong. Go down this hall and then knock on the fifth door to the right."

[Xaojii]

Xaojii rolled over shook, then fell back to sleep. Ten minutes later he repeated the motion to the opposite direction. Underneath his coarse leather and torn rag mask he took in another deep breath and woke up slowly, carefully examining and taking in everything he could, then when he got everything straight he lurched and scampered as fast as he could out of the ventilation duct he had managed to use as a safe area to sleep for the duration of the time he was on Nar Shaddaa thus far. It was dry, it was secluded. That was all he asked for.

The homeless on this planet were brutal, and he had spent a lot of time & energy in the small area he got lost in trying to find the place where he first stepped foot on this other world. He coped with the hostility as best he could but the only place he managed to find sanctuary were the places not even the homeless would tread. The duct was one of them, just barely enough to fit his size.
He did manage to find a place a lot like the one where he first set foot here, but it wasn't the same and it wasn't occupied nearly as often as the other one but Xaojii knew that it was one, and that is all he needed. He had spent most of his days merely waiting for the next ship to come in, then much like how his journey began on Tatooine he would do the same here.

He scuffled as fast as he could, constantly looking over his shoulder, peeking quickly around corners then going down all the while with his Gaffi stick at the ready. He sped through the alleyways, his course committed to memory, until there it lay And this time he was in luck! The seldom used pad was occupied with a gleaming stallion of a ship - or at least that's what it looked like to the inexperienced Sand Person. To regular citizens this could be a flaming piece of junk. It was Xaojii's ticket out of here.

(Yeah, I got stumped at this part. I wasn't sure if the ramp was up or down so I just left off where it seemed convenient. You can go ahead and interact with Xaojii now if you want to get this moving faster. Sorry for the delay. I'm a lazy prick.)

[.:Falcon:.]

((down. And I'm waiting for Dave, but I'll go ahead and have somebody interact. ))

Fell had transmitted the message out, as ordered. Standing, he left the cockpit and headed towards the ramp. He figured a drink at the cantina would fix him right up...

He went past Dix and the other. He gazed up at the sky as he headed down...and nearly fell as he bumped into a brown-robed figure. He recoiled as he figured out what it was. He swallowed, then grinned nervously. "Um hi."

[Xaojii]

(Alright, thanks. I'm not sure how large Fell is, but Xaojii is comparatively large next to the avg. human. He's 6' 2".)

As Xaojii got closer to his gleaming chariot he noticed the ramp was down and two Outlanders were talking on it. He moved up the ramp as fast as he could, hoping they were too involved in their conversation to notice him, it was a risky move but he didn't want to wait around - it could take off when they were done.

He rushed up as quickly as he could, but as he neared the top he slammed right into another person. He wasn't counting on that. Xaojii stumbled backwards and tried to get a look at the other person, he assumed the Outlander was doing the same to him. The lips moved, but the sound that the Outlander made fell upon Xaojii without effect. Like the other times, Xaojii could tell this wouldn't be easy - with how it looked right now he might have to run to avoid hostility.

Xaojii was still frozen in shock though, his first instinct was to run but his legs didn't move. Xaojii shook his head back and forth quickly and said one of the few phrases he knew in Huttese "I am a friend." Saying anything like this to one of his fellow tribesmen would be an assured death warrant.

[.:Falcon:.]

Fell's brow furrowed as he tried to decipher this thing's scratchy voice. "Uh...me too." he said in Huttese, his words coming out sadly garbled. He grinned again. "you uh...need anything?"

[Xaojii]

This wasn't any good, his plan had failed. It wasn't his fault, but things happen that you can't really count on. His captive said more words but he had no idea of what they could mean. Xaojii was overwhelmed, looking back now he couldn't possibly think of what would compel him to do what it took to get where he was now. If he had known he'd run into this many problems he would have wandered into the desert and die, at least it would have been a lot easier.

Xaojii frowned under his mask remembering the scant bits of Huttese he knew. "Go on. Need other places." He remarked, bluntly. This language barrier was becoming a real pain in the @$$. As soon as he got settled within a group of dependable Outlanders maybe they'd be able to help bridge this constantly overbearing obstacle. Until then Xaojii would have to make do pointing, gesturing, and occasionally blundering through this increasingly less wondrous new place.

[.:Falcon:.]

Fell gave up trying to decipher its words. Instead, he motioned for it to stay where it was, then once again loped past Dix and the human. He ran to the Captain's doorand was about to knock, but it slid open before he had a chance.

Larrine was standing in the doorway, her silver protocol droid visible behind her. Fell told his story, and Larrine sweptby him without a word. She didn't spare a glance for Rayn or Dix, instead heading straight down the ramp, her droid coming behind her.

((OOC: its not the best quality. I need sleep. ))

[Xaojii]

It was a few short seconds before another Outlander came down the ramp as well. Xaojii jumped slightly in his robe, this was gaining more attention than he wanted. He hoped he hadn't stepped on a Scyk burrow in trying to get aboard the ship. Xaojii grew visibly less easy as this other person grew closer, though gave slight pause to the fact that this one had a droid following behind her. If they didn't want him here then they would have just shot him up front, right?

Xaojii took a deep breath in as he tried to steady himself as he waited for this new Outlander to initiate contact. Maybe this one didn't even want anything to do with him?