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ij thompson
15 June 2003, 11:32 AM
The glittering, pinkish world of Coyn spun lazily in a sea of stars, far from the galactic core, in isolated Elrood Sector. Around its bulk buzzed numerous smaller shapes, like airborne pests around a fat bantha on a hot day. Dwarfed by the world around which they sped, these shapes shared neither the planet's majesty, nor its simple, natural beauty. They were tiny, clunky and mechanical, and could only have been constructed by mortal hands, unlike the massive world that stood watch over them all.

Among them, a new shape appeared, equally as boxy as its fellows. Corellian in design, it was formally known as an RVT-2700, but a reddish logo on the side of its cockpit announced the vessel as the Sun Sprint. The cockpit sat between two forward-facing mandibles, and beneath its transparisteel windows sat one Conrad Antilles.

I don't believe this, Conrad thought as he studied a readout from the world into whose orbit he'd just arrived. These Coynites were a warrior culture, and clearly didn't fool around when it came to visitors to their world behaving in ways they considered to be opposed to their definition of 'justice'. He'd only come here to deliver a simple cargo of buoda beans, the pay for which would hopefully enable him to keep the Sun Sprint racing just one more day, and eligible for the real money. As far as he was concerned, the sooner he was away from this unknown world (not to mention the whole backwater sector of which it was a part), the better.

The comm beeped, and with a flick of a switch Conrad had a gruff alien voice in the cabin with him. "SunSprint, this is Skraj'Tais station. State your cargo and destination..."


"You want me to do what?"

Though not having been in the investigation business a terribly long time, Dreph Mildar had built enough of a reputation by now to warrant that the jobs he was given were suited to his tastes. This was not one of those jobs.

"Like I said," the Raddell Mining executive repeated, "I want you to work as security on one of our cargo haulers."

"Raddell Mining is the largest corporation in Elrood sector," Dreph countered. "Surely you have your own security forces to ward off any pirate boarding attacks."

"Indeed we do," the exec, one Devron Zal, replied. "However, I have a hunch that this attack may be coming from the inside."

"A-ha," Dreph smiled, everything sliding into place. Although Raddell mining was indeed the largest commercial outfit in Elrood sector, it was followed closely by its chief competitor, Imperial Mining Ltd. IML was a company chiefed solely by retired Imperial military personnel, and its vessels made no bones about taking any means necessary to see that its hated rival would one day sink into oblivion.

"You've got a mole in your operation," Dreph surmised, "and you want me to sniff him out of the crew before he can set up an ambush."

"Correct," Zal agreed, smiling broadly. "To the tune of 2000 credits. Interested?"


"A little slow tonight, Wilo," Eeb Sakal remarked as he glanced across the Blind Comet, by far the glitziest bar on the space station Almar Upside. It was an ironic statement, intended for his friend, the bartender's, amusement. The place was packed. Throbbing dance music pounded around them, punctuated by whirling beams of coloured light. Gaily-dressed merry-makers gyrated enthusiastically on the dance floor, while still others packed themselves into booths and tables, sipping exotic coloured drinks and chatting loudly.

If his Rodian physiology had allowed, Eeb would have smiled. This is what it's all about, he thought to himself, keeping the worlds safe for nice people like these, so that they can simply cut loose, and enjoy themselves.

It was a nice feeling, but it didn't last for long. Though the Rodian's general mandate truly was that simple, his business here tonight was frighteningly specific. Turning back to Wilo, the Talz bartender and Eebs' closest thing to a friend, he leaned over the bar and spoke in as hushed a tone as the pounding rhythms would allow. "See anything yet?"

Wilo jabbered a negative in his own language, before being called away by a trio of thirsty customers. Turning back toward the room, Eeb scanned its patrons for a face he'd never seen. Peering at the dance floor, he was rewarded with the sight of a face he did recognize. Lieta Kyros, recording artist and not a minor local celebrity, was dancing and whooping it up with her girlfriends, oblivious to the danger she faced. Her latest tour had currently brought her to points all over the sector, and at each stop she'd been receiving disturbing mail from a deranged 'fan' who referred to himself with the touching moniker "Your Most Devoted".

His 'devotion', as it turned out, was a determination to abduct the comely young singer, and whisk her away for all eternity, which, naturally, was quite contrary to her own plans as a performing artist. Lieta didn't take the letters seriously, but her staff did. And these letters' increasingly frightening demands for attention had compelled her staff to hire Eeb Sakal, Private Investigator. They didn't want bodyguards, they didn't want protection. They wanted "Your Most Devoted" removed from Lieta's attention, by any means necessary.

There, Eeb sat up, his senses prickling. Across the bar sat a lone human, the only individual in the Blind Comet with a booth all to himself. He was gazing forlornly at the lovely singer, and appeared to be talking to himself. Though the suspect sat and made no moves, Eeb noted that his hands were out of sight.

This one could be my live-wire...



Jehal'Da Morin Kazulama'Turiano Lomat'Hra'Komu cried out in pain and annoyance, putting his great hand to the part of his head he'd just bounced off the pipework in the Blood Phoenix's ceiling. A Coynite standing nearly two and a half meters tall, he found himself doing that a lot. Oblivious to his plight, the emergency klaxons rang out in panicked tones, urging him to duck his head even lower, and get to the cockpit for some answers.

Arriving there, he was greeted by a tense shout from Fraz Frelling, the Blood Phoenix's captain. "Strap in, Jehal'Da, this is gonna be rough!" Beside him, Frelling's Verpine first mate Gramiri chirped out a few exclamations in his own tongue, simultaneously flicking switches and turning dials at lightning speed. Despite his efforts, the vessel showed no signs of obeying either his or his captain's commands.

Beneath them, the forbidding ice world of Lanthrym rotated at a dizzying angle. Whatever they'd run into when they'd arrived insystem, it had knocked out their systems badly enough that, at the moment, the planet's gravity was more in charge of their heading than they were.

"Total deadlock," captain Frelling said worriedly, "Blast! All right, hang on, guys. We're goin' down..."

Rogue Janson
15 June 2003, 03:39 PM
Eeb stared at the human alone in the booth. Fortunately his attention was so engaged on the beautiful Lieta Kyros, there was little chance he would notice he was being studied.
He reminded himself of his aims and how to go about them. This obsessed individual had not, so far, done anything illegal. Therefore even if he was identified, nothing could be done about him under the law. Eeb had dealt with a couple of stalking cases in his time and they were difficult. The best cases were local ones where the authorities were helpful. This one spanned the sector, and the authorities there certainly had bigger fish to fry. Another option was violence or intimidation. Eeb didn't think the latter would work on an obsessive like this, and he wouldn't consider the former. So his only real option was to keep the guy under observation and to try and step in before things got out of hand.

While Eeb considered all this, the man barely moved. Eeb took a last glance around the room - there was still the chance this guy was just some random fan starstruck to see his idol. No-one else caught his eye though.

"Keep your eyes open Wilo," Eeb called across the bar. Rising from his bar-stool, Eeb patted the holster at his leg to check his pistol was there, then began winding his way through the patrons towards his suspect. He reached the booth without the man seeming to notice.
"Mind if I sit here?"
Eeb didn't really care about the reply, starting to take a seat at right angles to him, before the man had time to react. Sitting here, he could keep one eye this guy and one on Kyros. Of course he didn't have an eye to spare to watch his back, but hopefully Wilo could take care of that. After all, the Talz had four. Eeb nodded his head in the direction of the dancing singer and started to gauge his suspect's attitude. He started with the obvious.
"I take it you're a fan?"

Vice Man
15 June 2003, 04:44 PM
Dreph Mildar Sat back to consider the proposition. This wasn't what he was suited to but is he was extra carefull and had the information he needed it should not be to hard. But he would be in space aboard a vessel with little room to manuver If everything hit the fan.

His greatest asset in this job was the fact that he was outside the structure. Also, If he came aboard under a different name which was in the company files then he should be safe enough. But he would need some extra gear...

He sat forward in his chair and looked at the exec. "Ok I will Take the job. But I have a few questions such as will you pick up any extra expenses I may have? and Will I be integrated into the normal security Personal? I have more but these will do to start. Sldo I will need to know everything you know about this..."

He settled down for a long conversation with the exec. Yes if he did Take enough precoutions things should turn out fine....

15 June 2003, 10:38 PM
Conrad takes a swig from the flask on his hip and punches the comm unit. "Skraj'Tais station, this is Conrad Antilles, I am requesting docking clearance to offload a load of Buoda Beans. I am now entering a parking orbit." Conrad then heads back through the center of the ship to make sure things are still strapped down securely. Talking to himself and the Ship the whole way "You know, I hate planets like this. Complete devoid of any one with a real life. I tmakes me feel like I'm looking at myself." Conrad locks down the doors and heads back up to the cock pit and puts his feet up on the console. "Any minute now."

ij thompson
16 June 2003, 12:15 PM
As the Sun Sprint was engulfed by the bulk of the looming station, Conrad set to work landing his vessel gracefully, and powering down its systems. In short order he was stretching his limbs in the landing bay, watching as worker droids unloaded the cargo.

"I see your craft is booked for consumables resupply," said the dockmaster, a small, rodent-like alien of indeterminate ancestry with a high, reedy voice. "if you are seeking a diversion while you await restocking, might I recommend the following?" In his paws he held forth a datapad with the practiced ease of one who was paid to make just such suggestions.

It has been a long trip, Antilles mused, and it's gonna be just as long getting back. Taking the pad and flipping through its electronic pages, he was shown an array of the usual entertainments. Bars, hotels, casinos... the standard stuff. The Coynite events on the world's surface looked to be slightly more exotic, the Rols'Kus - 'Arena of the Games', looking interesting, if mildly barbaric.

Conrad frowned indecisively. What is one to do when he's got a good two hours to kill, here in the rear-end of space...?


"Perfect," Devron Zal beamed, "I knew you were just the man to call for this assignment. The vessel you'll be boarding is the RMC Tyrargo, bound for Coyn, and captained by one Yeng Swiff. Aside from the captain, there are two other bridge crew, a squad of eight Radell security troopers, five labourers, plus the usual droids. Now, as I said, the hauler has been hit by too many pirate attacks in the past for it to have been a coincidence. I want you to assimilate yourself into the general labour personnel, and get to know everyone as quickly as possible. I'll list you on the crew roster as Latt Bogan - do yourself a favour and don't forget the name. Now, since we have no idea when the vessel is likely to be hit, you'll only have so long to draw up a list of suspects. Once you've got your man, I want him captured alive, if possible. The RMC troopers will be there to assist you, but in the interest of not botching the operation, they have not been made aware of your investigation. However, when you need them, tell them it's a code 937. When they hear that, they'll know to cooperate with you in every way. As far as expenses go, I can't see you incurring any. The RMC division on Coyn will pay for your return trip home. Questions?"

Dreph Mildar wordlessly reached across the desk, palm-up. In turn, Zal dropped a credit chip into the man's hand, and smiled a wolfish smile.

"The Tyrargo's waiting..."


Shocked out of his reverie of admiration, the disheveled young human blinked stupidly at Eeb for a moment, then swallowed hard, Adam's-apple leaping up and down in his throat.

"W-w-what's it to you, mister?"

He turned away from the Rodian, lifting one hand from under the table to grab nervously for his drink. Lifting it to his lips with one shaking hand, he missed his mouth by a centimeter, dribbling amber liquid down his chin and onto his shirt.

"Blast!" he cried out, upset to the point of panic, "now look what you've made me do! I have to look my best... I have to look my best!!!"

Oblivious to the rising tension at the nearby booth, the lovely Lieta Kyros and her entourage danced on...

Vice Man
16 June 2003, 01:31 PM
After He had exscorted the exec to the door he quikly got his stuff together. Packing what he would need and A few extra odds and ends he made sure everthing was locked and got into a cab he had called before he started packing.

Before going to the space port he stopped off at a shop and got a couple extra items. After he had gotten them he got into the cab and went to the space port. after paying the cab he walked to in information terminal and after finding his ship he walked over to his ship. when encountered the captain he said "Latt Bogan Reporting in." He winced mentally as he said it, It sounded a bit to miliary like but he didn't know what else to say. He hoped no one would notice.

Rogue Janson
16 June 2003, 02:17 PM
"Blast! now look what you've made me do! I have to look my best... I have to look my best!!!"
There was no doubt in Eeb's mind this had to be the guy he was looking for, but he needed to get a bit more of a read on him before deciding what to do. The man's nerves could make him unpredictable and if he was sufficiently unstable, potentially dangerous.

"Don't worry," Eeb tried to calm the man down.
"Here." He offered a handkerchief to mop up the spilt drink.
The man went wide eyed for a second, before putting down his drink and taking the handkerchief. He began mopping furiously at his shirt.
Kept the other hand out of sight Eeb noted.

Once the guy calmed down enough to talk, he'd need to plant a few ideas into the conversation and watch the reaction. Hopefully he'd also have the opportunity to confirm he was deliberately keeping one hand out of sight.

"I take it you're a fan?" Eeb repeated. "Not often we see a star in here, especially of her calibre." Looking around in a slightly exaggerated fashion he added, "I don't see Ghent Quintan around though."
Eeb had done some homework for this assignment. Quintan and Kyros had split up acrimoniously several months ago. Quintos was a galactic playboy, who Eeb's memory for sleaze and slander recalled, had been involved in a nasty sex and spice scandal a few years ago. A name that could barely fail to get a reaction from any Kyros fan.
Facing out towards the room, Eeb watched his suspect's reaction carefully with his gaze askew. He doubted the human would notice the shift in the Rodian's impassive black eyes and might become a little less agitated.

16 June 2003, 05:19 PM
Conrad looks over the datapad and finds a bar that looks to be somewhat respectable. Hands the pad back to the guy and goes to see about this bar. "Well at least this planet has liquor, I don't know what I'd do without a stiff drink." Conrad walks down the road

ij thompson
17 June 2003, 01:35 PM
The winding corridors of Skraj'Tais station eventually led Conrad to the Gateway Bar, a dim, stylish affair laid out in polished brass and gleaming black wood. The music was just as subdued as the lighting, and conversations in the room were hushed, largely due to the fact that the place was currently three-quarters empty.

Squinting momentarily as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Conrad found himself a stool along the long bar, motioning to it's tender for a shot of Corellian brandy. Sipping the potent liquid, he spun about once on his stool, taking stock of his surroundings. One of the Gateway's patrons was excusing himself from his table, and coming his way. The man was tall and thin, with a long shock of black hair hanging around his shoulders. With a friendly nod, the stranger invited himself into the seat next to Conrad.

"Pardon me, friend," the man said, a gleam in his eye, "you are a new arrival here. You have needs to be met?"


"Ghent Quintan?" the ruflled young man spat, at once pleased to be talking to someone who spoke his language, and angered by the subject matter. "That piece of dirt isn't good enough for Lieta Kyros! She deserves better!" Tearing his gaze away from the lovely girl on the colourful dance floor, he looked at Eeb with pleading eyes.

"Now, please," he demanded, tensing all over, "you can't be here right now..."


The bunkroom on the Tyrargo was cozy, if crowded. Four other men were in the chamber, throwing possessions into lockers and testing mattresses. One of these men, a heavily-muscled specimen with upward-swooping yellow hair, extended a huge hand and wrapped it around that of Dreph Mildar.

"Welcome aboard, fella," he boomed, pumping Dreph's fist up and down. "Waddaya call yourself?"

Vice Man
17 June 2003, 02:03 PM
"Latt, Latt Bogan Is the name, And you are?" He replied as he studied the man who was shaking his hand and the others in the room. He then turned his attention back to the man shaking his hand. After the guy relied he says " Nice to meet you, So what do you do for fun on a trip like this?" The question although friendly was the first step in getting to know these people.

Rogue Janson
17 June 2003, 02:38 PM
"Now, please," he demanded, tensing all over, "you can't be here right now..."

Eeb decided he wasn't likely to get much more from this guy. He was just too jumpy, and pressing him might force him into some rash decisions. Standing up slowly to leave, he asked the nervy human one more question.
"Hey, if I rush back to my room, I can grab my copy of Naboo Starnights for her to sign. You think that'd be a good idea?"

Eeb was alert for any clues in the response to the guy's intentions and, crucially, when he intended to move. Eeb's plan was now fixed - blunt, but it should be effective. The only thing that mattered was timing.
Not really his most subtle or impressive case, he mused, but the longer he left it the more difficult it could become. Best to get things over with now. Sure, he might have to apologise to Wilo afterwards ... but the Talz barkeeper had too many customers anyway.

Darth Bile
17 June 2003, 06:30 PM
As a heavily cloaked figure entered the bar, looking around him, including the way he came, he called for Reboot, which was a white and red R2-D2 droid, to follow him to the bar while he got a drink and something to eat. He asked the bartender if this was Coyn, as he traveled a long way ina hurry and didn't have time to keep track of where he was going and if there was any job openings in town or ships, or if he needed a bouncer. By the way, my name is vachon and i'm a jack of all trades for the most part, so if ya know of anything, let me know and i'll make it worth your while neighbor.

17 June 2003, 08:03 PM
Hold up the brandy in his right hand "Got all my needs met right here buddy." Turns away from the man and goes back to his drink "Besides, you aren't the type of person I get involved with." Continues with his drink staring at the tabletop contemplating his next move. Cargo, then maybe I can find a race.

Matt Richard
17 June 2003, 10:17 PM
It's funny how that odd smell resides in all cantinas, regardless of how urbanized the planet is.

Kasun Cain walked through the open doorway of the Reliqa Cantina, located in the bad side of Elrooden, capital of Elrood. The cantina was more of a popular club, but bore the name "cantina" because its owner, a Corellian adventure-seeker (as they all are), thought it would give it a more exotic feel.

I know he has to be here. thought Kasun as he scanned the dark, brownish-tinted room. He decided that the best way to find Dalor would be to simply go to the bartender.

"Bartender." Kasun started. "Is there a Dalor Pell that visits these parts?"

The bartender gave him an odd look. "And you would be?" Kasun could understand the suspision in the bartender's voice. In these places of strangers and the uncanny, you never looked for anyone unless you were looking for trouble.

"He's an old...friend" Kasun lied.

The bartender looked off to the corner of the main room, not actually trying to reveal the location of Dalor, but inevitably had done so. "Uh..." the bartender started. "He doesn't like to be disturbed."

Dropping a few credits at the bartender, Kasun started off towards the corner. If he was going to make amends to an old enemy who had stolen from him, he had better do it now.


Just spending his last credits, Vachon Qel Droma and his R2 droid stepped onto the passenger ship, The Destiny. Headed for Lanthrym, Vachon was glad to be stepping off Elrood. That planet was so filthy, especially all the rude people.

He wasn't sure what he would do once he arrived at Lanthrym - maybe open a shop, or find someone to work for. Whatever it was, he needed to stay as far away from the Empire as he could. What little training he had received was still enough to make him valuable. And to make him wanted.

He fell asleep in a soft comfortable chair, hoping to shake off any memories of Vader he could.

BEEP BEEP BADOM BOO! The r2's alert woke Vachon and startled him greatly. He had just awoken from a bad dream.

"What is it?" Vachon asked, half expecting an understandable language.

A voice came on, throughout the whole ship. "Repeat. Please put on your landing restraints - we are making a stop at Tekar. Please have your identification ready for Imperial checkpoints."

SH*T! Imperial controlled Tekar. Why were they making a change in direction now?

Upon arriving at Tekar, Vachon entered the hanger. He needed to make sure he exited quickly. The Empire wanted him, and he was sure that they had set up the "detour." He entered the lobby and saw several Stormtroopers off to the right. He could try to avoid them and try to escape (there were enough people in the lobby) or he could just take them out. In the confusion, he could sneak away with at least one kill.

Either way, he needed to make the decision fast. The stormtroopers appeared to be looking for something...or someone.

ij thompson
18 June 2003, 11:06 AM
Undaunted, the long-haired huckster carried on. "Precious jewels?" he offered, scattering the contents of a fabric hipbag across the bar. The gems looked impressive, but naturally, looks could be deceiving.

"Not interested," Antilles replied flatly, leaving little room for argument.

"Of course," the man continued, ignoring the tone of warning in Conrad's voice. "A practical man such as yourself has no interest in such frivolities." He carried on, with renewed vigor. "Starship components, perhaps? Weaponry? Spice? Companionship???"


"You can go ahead and get your album," said the jittery, star-struck lad. But I don't think Lieta's going to be signing any autographs today..."

As the song ended, Lieta Kyros and friends laughed and carried on merrily, beginning to make for their table. Dismissing the Rodian Eeb Sakal, the young man clutched his heretofore-unseen right hand to his chest, something concealed inside its fist, and made his way toward the Blind Comet's crowded dance floor...


"Name's Stillo," the towering blonde man replied, "this is Jinduff, Brant, and that there's Shaggy."

"Yo," the others replied, waving amiably.

"I suppose you'll meet Carn eventually," Stillo continued distastefully. "He doesn't hang out with us much, which is just fine, really. Bunkroom smells better when he's not around."

The others laughed wickedly, Shaggy producing a deck of cards from someplace.

"You know how to play Moonrace?"

Rogue Janson
18 June 2003, 12:22 PM
Dammit, Eeb thought, that was not what I wanted. At least not until I was ready. His mind racing, Eeb reached his hand inside his jacket to flick the setting on his blaster to stun, then plunged off into the crowd, desperate to catch up with the unstable Kyros fan he had just been talking to.

Eeb knew he was putting himself at risk here, something he didn't like doing. Just because I can't handle failing an easy job like this.

A horrible thought had just occured to him. He tried to dismiss it as ridiculous for an amateur, a simple fan with delusions, but Eeb couldn't shake the vision. It involved thermal detonators and deadman switches.

Vice Man
18 June 2003, 01:33 PM
Looking at Shaggy he he smiled crookedly. "Nope, Never even heard of the game but I guess I am up for a game or two. I am always up to learn a new card game" He said looking at the assembled labor crew.

After playing a couple of hands and losing some money he will ask " so is Carn a loaner? or is he just anti-social? And how bad does he smell?" he asks stiller and the others. He wonders If these guys are all in on it or if carn Is the one doing things. Well, who ever it was his investigastion just got a bit easier, becuase unless he missed his guess it was either this group acting together, which but be a big leap but they seemed to be very close to each otherm or It was this Carn they talked about, Which he mused seemed the more likely to sell out a ship then these guys. He plays a couple more hands, doing his best to get better at the game and at least tring to win back some money. Otherwise he Talks with them and gets to know them expect the questions above in which he asks about carn.

Darth Bile
18 June 2003, 03:25 PM
Using the force to dim the stormtrooper's senses, knowing how weak willed they are, Vachon attempts to sneak away and hide, Telling reboot to keep quiet unless someone is approaching, then attempting to reboard the ship when it has been cleared for takeoff.

18 June 2003, 07:34 PM
Conrad continues with his drink and unbuckles his holster "Leave before I make you leave." Continues with his drink and hopes this guy leaves.

Conrad contemplates if he can find an actual load of cargo on this backwater pit.

Matt Richard
18 June 2003, 08:20 PM
The Stoormtroopers appear to be at a loss...they can't really see much.

Silly Stormtroopers...

Vachoon continues through the lobby and awaits the call for his ship. When a seductive looking female Twi'lek (baby blue) dressed completely in white tight-fighting outfit approached Vachoon, saying:

"Hello, we need to see your identification for security. The Empire is looking for fugitive, and we aren't quite sure who we can trust." Sincerely, she added, "But im sure i can trust you. lets just take a look."

ij thompson
19 June 2003, 12:33 PM
The black-haired fellow looked at his chronometer, then, seemingly losing his interest in Conrad in an instant, abruptly gathered his belongings and made for the door.

"Suit yourself..."

Turning back to his drink, Conrad Antilles took a swig and pondered the mystery of why seemingly everywhere he went, the lowlifes came-a-callin'. He was just about to order another when the sirens began.

"Security alert. Security alert. We have a B-1 security alert in hangar J-19. Security alert..."

(OOC: Master Thorin, you are aware that Conrad's on a space station, right?)


With the cargo loaded and the Tyrargo deep in the mysteries of hyperspace, there was little to do but play some cards and get to know his bunkmates. They were a friendly bunch, if a bit rough around the edges. At one point, the fellow introduced to Dreph Mildar as 'Shaggy' produced some smokable contraband, but it appeared to be for personal use only - not an indication of his running a sideline trade in smuggling or piracy.

The ship went into nightcycle after a time, and Stillo was fluffing up a pillow with one giant fist when he remarked,

"Hey, shouldn't Carn have made an appearance, by now?"


The frantic youngster leaped across the dance floor, a split-second ahead of Eeb Sakal's flailing digits. The commotion captured the attention of Lieta Kyros, who turned toward her admirer with widened eyes. Around her, her entourage scattered in panic.

"Lieta!", the fan shouted, falling to his knees before her and plunging a fist out and upward toward the girl. As she looked on in frozen panic, the youth uncurled his fingers, revealing within his palm a dazzling chain wrought of some unknown metal, throwing beautiful, prismatic reflections in all directions.

"Will you marry me?"

If not for the stunned silence, Eeb would never even have heard the deep, slobbery growl rising in one of the Blind Comet's darkest corners...

Vice Man
19 June 2003, 04:22 PM
Dreph Mildar froze as he was getting into his bunk. All his Instincts Told him something was wrong. He stopped and sat on the edge oof his bunk. He knew he needed to act, and act fast. He knew who the person was but he needed one more peice and he could get that by asking the next question, He was Fairly certain what the answer would be but he need to ask anyway. With the descion he got off his bunk and looked at everyone.

"Stillo, Does Carn Do this every time he is on this ship? I mean Is gone for a majority of the first part of the trip. And whenever He Does this Does this ship get attacked by pirates?"

Knowing He had wasted enough time alreadyhe threw open his locker and put on his light , and slightly bulky shirt, and knelt down to get his equipment harness out.

(If they ask any questions he tell them that he will explain later but he needs to knwo the answer to the question. When he does get an answer either way he will then put on his equipment harness with his weapons in it and run out he will call CODE 937 and tells the gaurds to find carn soonest, as well as to get the captain to change course. Also he will put on his trench coat which allows him to hide his sword while allowing him pull it out in a hurry. Anyway he will set his blaster on stun and set out with the guards to find canr, He will even ask stillo and the others for idea's on where he could be.))

Vice Man

19 June 2003, 07:25 PM
Conrad looks up shakes his head and looks at the bartender throws the money on the bar and sprints to the hanger the "Sun Sprint" is docked in. "DOnt be the dock, dont be the dock."

ooc:yes I understand that

20 June 2003, 07:29 AM
"Maybe I am looking for trouble here," Kasun thinks while walking to the table. "But I have to do this even if I am looking for the hard way. There is a reason why and must know it now. The only thing I do know is these places are full of trouble if I am looking. I've just got to keep my mind focused."

He approaches with a steady step, but not with out caution. He meet the eyes of his accuantance with an awkward look. He greets him with a "hi there, I don't think you will expect this or accept this. I still hope that you will listen and that we can talk." He reaches out with his hand, allowing purposely for the light to hit his metallic hand. "Things are not as they were;" Kasun adds, "think some of it will interest you."

Rogue Janson
20 June 2003, 09:54 AM
If not for the stunned silence, Eeb would never even have heard the deep, slobbery growl rising in one of the Blind Comet's darkest corners...

Oh Sith! How had this gone so badly - there were two crazies here. He'd much rather be dealing with good old predictable criminals than these kowaks. Eeb gathered his wits about him, stepping back from the centre of attention. Probably not the most heroic thing to do, but he wasn't keen on getting shot. Besides, if he was injured, who would protect Kyros.

Peering into the corner where the growl had come from, Eeb drew his pistol from under his jacket, keeping it low and out of sight. With any luck no-one would notice it at his side in the dim light and confused atmosphere. Eeb hoped he wouldn't attract notice from this new - likely deranged - Kyros fan. Then a swift stun shot should put things to rest. He certainly needed a bit of a break right now...

ij thompson
20 June 2003, 12:26 PM
As Eeb scanned the frightened crowd for the unseen enemy, he was granted the dubious reward of his quarry rising brazenly from a far corner table. It was the biggest, ugliest Barabel the Rodian had ever seen, its great arms beating a path through the confused throng of bar patrons.

The young fan at Lieta's feet turned around slowly, jaw hanging in fear as he saw what was coming his way. Behind him, the beautiful performer stood equally stunned, abandoned by all but the reedy young stranger whose proposal of marriage had come as such a shock seconds earlier.

With a courage that must have surprised even himself, the would-be romancer rose on shaking legs, turning to face the beast and calling back over his shoulder.

"I'll save you, my darling!"


Conrad Antilles ran for all he was worth, bowling over the pedestrians in the corridors of Skraj'Tais station, both organic and droid. It was simply too much of a coincidence that he'd been held up so vehemently by the huckster in the Gateway bar, and now, his prized vessel the Sun Sprint was very likely in serious trouble.

As he rounded the last corner, his worst fears were confirmed as, indeed, there was a squad of Coynite security personnel both in and around the hangar that his vessel was now exiting at high speeds...


Stillo rose from his bunk also, eyeing Dreph Mildar suspiciously. "What, is Carn under some kind of investigation?" Peering down at the new arrival, he smiled broadly. "Hah. I figured you weren't really a shiphand - you didn't even know how to play Moonrace!" Watching as Dreph fastened the clips on his equipment harness, he hammered on the lights, illiciting groans of displeasure from his comrades.

"Come on, fellas, looks like we're gonna find us a skull to crack..."

Vice man, that was way too much stuff in your last post! I'm afraid no "if he does that, I do this"'s can be allowed. The whole adventure could be over if we allowed that kind of thing! To keep things at a reasonable pace, I've ignored all the actions you put in brackets. Let's keep it in the here and now, everybody!

Vice Man
20 June 2003, 02:17 PM
Dreph Mildar quickly put on his equipment harness and made sure his weapons where secure. He then Put on his trenchcoat, why he did not know, only that perhaps it had become a part of who he was at this point in time. In any case after he done that he ran out the door and quickly found one of the security people on the ship. "This is a CODE 937, Tell The other Security people to find Carn, ok?, Carn. And hurry we don't have much time. Also Tell the captain to change course as soon as possible, pirates my attack. I am going to look for carn, you get all the security people up and get them suited in their gear and start looking for them." he stoped, collected himself and then said " My com freq is (whatever com Freq's are suppossed to be), Get in touch with me when you have done that, and give it to the others." With that he turned to go with the other laborers to see If he could find Carn" Oh, The Exec Said he wanted him Alive, So set your blasters to stun, But if he presents a threat don't hesitat to take him out" He then Started Running down the corridor with stillo and whoever else was with him and started to search the ship.

Rogue Janson
20 June 2003, 03:19 PM
This day didn't get any better. Nothing like a Barabel to make a bad day worse. On the plus side, maybe that suitor would slow him down for a second. But probably not.

Ignoring his instincts to get as far away as possible from the scene, Eeb raised his pistol, resisting another urge to flick the setting to kill. There's no law against being angry he told himself. Eeb was unsure how effective stun bolts would be against the hulking creature, but he hoped if he could pump it full of enough it had to drop sometime.
Fortunately, people were rapidly scattering from the dance floor.
"Everybody move!" Eeb shouted, levelling his pistol in a two handed grip and aiming at the onrushing Barabel. As dancers fled in panic, Eeb squeezed the trigger and began pumping off blue bolts as rapidly as he could.

Darth Bile
20 June 2003, 08:10 PM
As Vachon looked at the twi'lek, he asked who they were looking for and using the force said my credentials are in order, maybe i can help you find him if ya give me a description of this person.

ij thompson
21 June 2003, 01:11 PM
The enraged Barabel charged onto the colourful dance floor, bearing down on the terrified (but thoroughly immovable) young man like a sandcrawler with no brakes. The young fellow, engagement gift still clutched in one sweaty palm, raised his hand toward the bulky alien, crying, "Stop right there, monster! I won't let you hurt her!"

Not missing a step, the Barabel continued its charge, taking four stun bolts from Eeb's blaster in its side as it did so. Completely unfazed, it lifted the would-be romancer in its two scaly arms.

"I'll save you, my darling!" the terrified young man cried, as he was thrown bodily across the bar, turned into a screaming projectile that was headed directly toward the Rodian Eeb Sakal, P.I.


Dreph Mildar and the other shiphands high-tailed it for engineering, one of the most secluded areas of the ship in the off hours. The lights were dimmed to such an extent that he, Stillo and the others had to squint to see where they were going.

"Can we get some lights on, in here?" Dreph asked.

"No can do," Jinduff replied sourly, "Company regs. Power conservation in the off hours. It's all computer controlled." He sniffed, looking around the dim chamber. "I think there oughta be some glowrods around here, though..."

Rogue Janson
21 June 2003, 02:04 PM
Eeb half crouched, half dived towards the floor as the human missile hurtled past him. He kept his attention focused on the rampant Barabel, ignoring the sound of shattering glass as the man crashed into a table behind him. Flicking his blaster onto lethal Eeb stood up, trying to recover his breath, looking for a good shot at the creature that wouldn't simply be absorbed by its armoured hide. Though the bar's patrons had done a good job of scattering, the risks of hitting one now were much greater than when he had been using stun. Emperor curse that reptilian physiology.
As he tracked it with his pistol, the crazed alien closed on the frail, lone, Lieta Kyros, who now stood almost deserted on the dance floor.

21 June 2003, 08:40 PM
Conrad stops and began yelling "Hey you, yes you!" Runs towards the one who looks to be in charge. "Where in the deepest pit of the Maw do you think you are taking my ship. Better than that on what grounds are you taking my ship." Looks at him angrily as he thinks to himself that this is just what he needs another backwater refueling with a respect issue.

ij thompson
22 June 2003, 12:40 PM
"It's worse than that, sir," the lead traffic controller replied. "I'm afraid you've been shipjacked."

Conrad turned toward the large bay door, just in time to see the Sun Sprint making a sharp turn and disappearing from sight. Before he could even unleash his fury on the controller, the other man was already barking orders into a comlink.

"Tractor beam! Now, blast it! What are you waiting for?"

The voice that returned sounded just as frustrated as its commanding officer's. "All tractor beams have been taken offline, sir. Someone disabled the alarms, then cut power totally!"

Conrad Antilles spun around angrily, seeking a target for his mounting rage...


Lieta was terrified, but not stupid. Seeing her surprise suitor thrown a good way across the Blind Comet, she snapped herself out of her shock and sprinted with surprising speed toward the one being in the room who seemed to have the guts to want to stop her pursuer: Eeb Sakal.

Reaching him at high speed, the young girl nearly bowled over the Rodian investigator in her effort to get behind him and his weapon. As the hulking brute turned and fixed its attention on Eeb, it missed noticing another large shape that had squeezed itself over the bar, and now held a large, repeating rifle to the side of the Barabel's head. To most, the expression on the Talz's face was unreadable, but it was clear to Eeb Sakal that Wilo didn't want to kill the being, and was hoping for a surrender.

The Barabel turned its great, hard head toward the furry grey Talz, and let out a roar that chilled the blood of every living thing in the room...

Vice Man
22 June 2003, 05:12 PM
Dreph Mildar drew hIs blaster and flipped it to stun while he covered Stillo. He tried to keep his alert for any signs of activity while covering Stillo and not opening his back to an attack of oppturtunity. Is nothing else he kept far enough away from anything that could be used as cover so as to give himself time to respond. He remembered what they had said about Carn, That he smelled. " Hey Stillo, you all said he smells, What does he smell like?" he asked while looking, and smelling for danger.

(sorry about not posting yesterday some things came up, but I am back now And I will try and wanr you before anything else happens)

22 June 2003, 07:23 PM
Conrad finds the first officer and begins screaming. "Either you get my ship back here or you get me a ship that can match my speed to take me out there and board it." Conrad fumes at the officer with a string of multilingual obsenities.

Rogue Janson
23 June 2003, 01:21 PM
Eeb wasn't entirely sure whether things had got better or worse. The Barabel had at least halted, but it was now focused on the one person in the room Eeb didn't want hurt. Other than himself of course.
By the sounds of that roar the creature was not going to be easy to deal with.

There was a chance to confuse it though, split its attention.
"Stop now and charges are gonna be limited to battery" he shouted.
Not the most impressive thing to say to an enraged Barabel, but Eeb doubted it was really listening anyway. The giant humanoid reptile flicked its head back towards him, its forked tongue visible darting from its mouth. Eeb levelled his blaster at its chest. He had considerably fewer hang-ups than Wilo about killing the thing.
"But if you make any more moves I'm gonna have to shoot you. And this thing's not set on kill now."

ij thompson
24 June 2003, 07:36 PM
With a fury that could be born only of madness, the Barabel grabbed Wilo in two armoured fists, pulling the Talz off balance and swinging him in a wide circle. As the Talz was at least as large as the reptilian being that held it, it was clear that this Barabel's strength had been augmented by some means or another. With a yell of defiance, the monster swung Wilo around full-circle, and launched the hairy giant directly at Eeb Sakal.

Not expecting such a show of force, the Rodian investigator leaped aside, losing his aim at the beast but saving himself a broken back as Wilo's furry form flew through the spot where the Rodian had been standing a split-second before. Eeb landed in a pile of upended tables nearby, head ringing from the impact.

Led by its own murderous grin, the beast advanced upon the Rodian P.I., flexing it's great hands in anticipation of the bloodletting to come. But en route, his path was barred by the young romantic, valiantly trying to make his modest frame large enough to cover Eeb, Wilo, and the musician Lieta Kyros. Standing on shaking legs, he held his would-be engagement gift, the beautiful silver chain, in the face of the hulking brute and stammered,

"Get out of here and leave these good people alone..."


The lead controller threw his hands in the air, clearly sympathetic to the Corellian's plight. "This has never happened before," he told Conrad, "our crews should have had a tractor beam on him by now!"

Seeing the fury in Conrad's eyes, he felt compelled to elaborate. "If anything, I don't see how a saboteur could have gotten past the dockmaster, let alone onto your ship..." The thought gave him pause, and he looked around the bay in confusion.

"Wait a second... where is the dockmaster?"


"Carn?" Stillo asked, "he stinks like a wet bantha that's been locked in a stable for two weeks..." eager for a confrontation, he called out into the darkness, "You hear me Carn? I said ya stink! Wanna come talk about it?"

Jinduff and Brant giggled nervously, but their commotion was not sufficient to mask the sound of a figure moving up ahead, deep within a nest of tubing that was part of the large transport's life-support system. The group froze, looking at one another excitedly. As Shaggy lit another one of his mysterious cigarettes, Stillo turned to Dreph Mildar, eyebrows raised.

"Waddaya say, boss? Wanna go inside?"

Vice Man
24 June 2003, 09:08 PM
Dreph Mildar ndded. He looked at everyone, then looked over at the area the noise came from.."Well he could be trapping us...." His military sense's where in high gear, What had carn planed? had he planed this in advance? what did he intead to do? " Where are the other guards? someone get them here on the double,message them or somthing, wait whats their com freq? if no one can remember a pair of you go and find them and get them here As soon as possible, anyone find any glowrods?" he waited for answers. He did not like this situation at all

Rogue Janson
25 June 2003, 10:58 AM
Eeb rolled painfully off the tables he had dived into and glanced around at the situation. Wilo was looking groggy, struggling to pull himself up and recover his blaster, which had scattered some metres away. Kyros' brave suitor was again standing up to the crazed Barabel. Despite the fact he obviously at least being as mad as the creature itself, Eeb couldn't help feeling some respect for the human as he tried to interpose himself between the beast and its targets. Lieta herself was still standing a little way behind Eeb.

"Get yourself out of here lady," he told the singer.

Eeb was angry, and fed up at having people hurled at him. Rising to his feet, he levelled his blaster pistol once more and began strafing round to his left. As far as he was concerned it was now a case of shooting this lizard until it stopped.
It hesitated slightly at being again confronted by the man he had just thrown effortlessley through the air. The bar was now empty, silent and dark, its patrons having vacated with admirable speed.

"Looks like Kyros is already taken pal," Eeb called to the Barabel.

ij thompson
25 June 2003, 01:56 PM
The beast froze, though it was neither Eeb's blaster, Wilo's imposing form, nor Lieta Kyros' look of revulsion that stopped it. It stood still, transfixed by the sight of the shining piece of jewellery the young, scrawny human held out in front of it. Wordlessly, the scaly brute dropped to one knee, bowing its head in supplication.

"Apologies," the being hissed, "though I confess I intended harm, I do no longer."

Bolstered by the enemy's new attitude, the young man stood a little taller, and shook a little less. "Miss Kyros wants you to lie down with your arms behind your back, and allow this fellow," he indicated Eeb Sakal, "to take you away to station security."

As the Barabel lay prone on the floor, he favoured Eeb with what might have been a friendly grin and croaked, "It would please me to comply with Miss Kyros' wishes."

The young man nodded, then turned toward Eeb with a nervous smile on his face. "Got any binders?"


Jinduff passed the glowrods he'd found to the others, while Brant apprised Dreph Mildar of the situation. "We don't really share a link with the security force," the man told him, "and they're already on alert, so tripping the alarms won't help. Tell the truth, I expected them back here by now."

"I'll go get 'em," Brant offered, turning back the way they'd come. Stillo and Shaggy shone their glowrods into the low tunnel, trying to peer through its maze of pipes and hoses...

Vice Man
25 June 2003, 03:14 PM
Dreph Mildar swore vicously under his breath. "Well We are wasting time and time is one thing we don't have" he looked around then peered into the low tunnel, In there a blaster would be worse then useless, so He holstered and secured his blaster.

Dreph then looked at the laborers" Ok, give me on of the glow rods, and folow close behind me. In close quarters like that long mellee weapons and blasters are no good, so unless he has set a trap, which could be likely, he is bound by the same rules, although a vibro knife would work. In any case keep a look out and this will be close qurters which will be like a bar room, only a bit smaller."

He grinned at them. " Lets go, and remember what I said" wwith that he took a glow rod and carefully walked/crawled/stopped, and entered the low tunnel.

25 June 2003, 05:14 PM
Looks at the controller in a rage. "ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME THAT MY SHIP WAS STOLLEN BY YOUR DOCKMASTER." Conrad grabs the man by the shirt. "If my ship is not back here in ten minutes, I WILL kill one of you."

Rogue Janson
26 June 2003, 01:54 PM
Eeb was so shocked, he almost shot the Barabel anyway on the chance he was hallucinating.

The young man nodded, then turned toward Eeb with a nervous smile on his face. "Got any binders?"
Staying a few metres safe distance away from the prone Barabel, Eeb fished a pair off cuffs from a pocket and handed them to the man. Lieta Kyros was just as confounded as Eeb, while Wilo sat amidst the remains of a chair looking around dumbly.
Eeb's suspicious mind was working overtime trying to come up with explanations for the scene he had just witnessed. He kept his pistol in his hand just in case, and began to question the human who had just flipped this creature's attitude from bestial fury to polite submission.

"What in the name of the seven Rodian hells was that? Some kind of stunt? You've got a lot of explaining to do, pal."

ij thompson
26 June 2003, 10:17 PM
"It's this," the young man said, indicating the necklace, "it can make people do things..."

Lieta Kyros rose angrily, brushing broken glass off of her pants. "A critical component of your marriage proposal, no doubt?"

Before the nervous young man could answer, Wilo the Talz was at his feet also, gesturing angrily toward his shattered barroom. "oijakla, jierudj bfndaadnfa?"

Eeb Sakal sighed. It was clear he had a situation on his hands...


Fearing for his life, Almar Upside's lead controller did his best to placate the Corellian at his throat.

"Wait a second," he begged, "the dockmaster's right here!" He glanced around nervously, "At least, he was a moment ago..."

Scanning the room intently, Conrad Antilles was just able to catch a lone shadow fleeing the large bay doors...


Dreph Mildar, Stillo, Shaggy and Jinduff entered the maintenance tunnel, glowrods held out before them like weapons. It was cramped here, but opened eight meters ahead into and area of unknowable size, lit by a portable lamp. From the area, the sound of metal scraping metal kept pace with their beating hearts...

Vice Man
27 June 2003, 12:38 PM
Dreph Mildar Waved the others to the side of the tunnel, he made a motion for them to keep queit, he then unholstered is blaster, and set for stun. he slid smoothly along one of the walls and peered into the open area as best he could without exposing him self. NOw if only carn where preoccupied at the moment, it would make his job a whole lot easy'r...

27 June 2003, 04:40 PM
Conrad sprints after the dock master screaming all the way "I'm gonna kill you, you self centered black boned miscreant!" As Conrad sprints he seethes with anger. When (not if) he catches up Conrad tackles him rolls him over and grabs him by the shirt, "Ok Sithspawn, call your friends back or you are deader than dirt."

Rogue Janson
28 June 2003, 03:57 AM
Eeb relaxed a little as the human inexpertly, but effectively, cuffed the giant Barabel, and put away his pistol. Whatever was really going on here, this had to be one of the strangest cases he'd every worked on. Already.

"It's this," the young man said, indicating the necklace, "it can make people do things..."

Lieta Kyros rose angrily, brushing broken glass off of her pants. "A critical component of your marriage proposal, no doubt?"
Eeb half-smiled at Kyros' barbed comment, before focusing his attention back on her peculiar suitor. This could still be some kind of elaborate scam, but the man looked genuine. Eeb tried to run through the list of mind-control techniques he knw - almost all them involve (unpleasant) drugs; some hypnosis techniques could do something like this, but he doubted any of them could stop an enraged Barabel like this. He was just about to question the guy further, when he noticed an angry Talz looming over them both.

"oijakla, jierudj bfndaadnfa?"
Wilo pointed at the smashed chairs, tables and glasses. He was also very unhappy that what had been a crowded, lively bar was now empty.

"Well unless you want to claim Miss Kyros' attractiveness is responsible for causing public disturbances, I think we're gonna have to wait till we get this guy," Eeb pointed at the Barabel, "into questioning."

"dfgieka pdihfelgij abfnjia do."
"Yeah, well think of it as an opportunity for a celebrity promotion. All publicity is good publicity." Eeb reached over and took Lieta Kyros by the arm, guiding the slightly bewildered singer towards the furry giant.
"I'm sure Miss Kyros will be happy to discuss it with you." The singer cocked her head to one side as the bartender began rambling at her in Talz.
Eeb turned quickly away, tapping Kyros' human suitor on the back and heading over to an intact table.
"Security'll be here in a minute. We need to talk." Passing the still acquiescent Barabel, he added, "firstly, how long do the effects of that thing last?"

OOC: what, you don't speak Talz?

ij thompson
28 June 2003, 09:11 AM
"Not here," the young man replied, peering around nervously at the crowd that was beginning to form in and around the Blind Comet's entrances. Already, a security team was hustling the Barabel up and away. "Do you have offices here on the station?"

Before Eeb could reply, he was interrupted by an angry shout coming from over his shoulder. It was Lieta Kyros, who somehow wore an expression very much like that of the Talz bartender she'd been conversing with. "Meeps!" she called angrily, "get your ugly mug in here!"

From the heart of the timid crowd, a short, garishly dressed fat man emerged nervously, his face that of a frightened child. This was the very fellow who'd hired Eeb Sakal in the first place, and he looked considerably less pompous than he had just that afternoon.

"You really came through for me that time, Meeps," Lieta accused, "I guess that's what good managers are for, huh?"

"M'lady," Meeps blubbered, "the most prudent course of action was to notify security as quickly as possible!"

"Save it," the young woman snapped, raising her hand to indicate the angry bartender. "This is Wilo. It's his bar you've just destroyed through your inaction and bad planning. You're gonna cover the cost of redecorating." With a sly smile, she turned to Wilo, whispering conspiratorially:

"And don't hesitate to jazz things up a bit..."

Satisifed, she walked across the bar toward Eeb, shaking his green, sucker-tipped hand. "Thanks a million for your help there, friend-"

"What about my help?" the young man interrupted.

"Shaddap. Anyway, if you don't mind, I'd sooner not spend the rest of the night listening to Agent Greaseball's lame excuses about what happened here tonight. Can I tag along with you?"


Conrad ran for all he was worth, the short, rodent being who'd suckered him into leaving the docking bay in the first place sprinting madly down the crowded corridor. As Conrad was momentarily blocked by a large cargo droid, his quarry was just able to leap behind a grubby, metal door in the corridor wall...

Sorry, Thorin, but the chase is part of the story, too... no automatic victories, people! If you want your ship back, Thorin, you're gonna have to catch this guy...


The mysterious Carn, unseen by Dreph Mildar until this moment, sat cross-legged on the cold floor, his back mostly toward the investigator who'd snuck up on him. In one of his hands he held a large, wicked-looking vibroblade, in another, a formless hunk of metal. Scraping away at the metallic blob, he seemed entirely unaware of the quartet who'd come to find him.

"Hey Carn," Stillo called, "what're you doin', stinkin' up the place down here?"

The man, eyes wide and hair a greasy tangle, turned toward them, blinking in surprise and embarassment. "Well, I guess you've found me," he muttered. "I was just doin' my models," he said, indicating other scraps of metal scattered about the floor, which looked to have been shaped by the wicked blade he absently held in one hand. "See? This one's a dewback, and there's a bantha... I call him 'Harry'. Get it? 'Hairy'? I been tryin' to make a Dianoga..."

Vice Man
28 June 2003, 02:26 PM
Dreph Mildar was confused. he looked at Carn and then around at the space he occupied. He didn't seem to be a person that would call pirates but it could be a desception. If this wasn't the person then either these people would be on to him, and more wary since theey he now he wasn't what he was supossed to be. But it if wasn't the laborers, which he was pretty sure it wasn't and not carn, although he planned to investigate further than the only peoplle it could be was either the captain or securtiy, which seemed fairly lax.

He looked around the area tring to see if there was a hidden transmitter around here somewhere. ALthough if it wasn't carn, then they where all screwed.

After casually looking around he asked Carn " Do you have a hyperspace transceiver in here, or access to one" he looked at stillo. If he turned out to be innocent, then he had just let the guards know someone was onto them, and that was not a pretty site....

Rogue Janson
29 June 2003, 02:48 AM
"Fine, let me take you both to my office and we'll talk." Eeb hadn't got where he was today by passing up opportunities to discover interesting information. Behind him, Wilo railed about expenses to the bewildered manager, who seemed to be trying ineptly to note it all down. He noticed some damaged items on the list that he was sure the bar hadn't possessed before.

Eeb led Kyros and her intriguing suitor out of the Blind Comet's back entrance, avoiding the security team at the front. They had everything they needed to press charges anyway. They began heading through Topside's corridors to Eeb's nearby residence. He couldn't help his eyes darting occasionally to the mysterious piece of jewellery the young man held clasped tightly in one hand.

29 June 2003, 04:43 PM
Looks for a way to pop the door open

ij thompson
30 June 2003, 12:10 PM
Conrad Antilles wrenched open the grimy door, which revealed a chamber not much bigger than twice the width of his shoulders. At the other end of the darkened cubicle a hole yawned open, an unholy stench spilling forth from its depths. A tunnel lay inside, racing away downward at a steep angle...


Eeb opened the door to his office/residence, light from the corridor spilling onto the floor inside. He thumbed the lighting controls, and the trio made their way into the room.

"Hey," Lieta Kyros remarked, looking around, "this is actually kind of funky!"

"You should see my place!" the young human wheedled, mysterious necklace held out in front of him. "It's not far..."

Lieta averted her gaze, retorting angrily. "Don't wave that thing in my face, kid. I'm not going anywhere with you!" And then, to Eeb Sakal, "Please, can you take that thing away from him?"


"I - I..." Stillo stammered, unsure what Carn's implied innocence could suggest about the other ship's personnel. Before he could organize a response, shots rang out elsewhere on the ship, followed by a scream of agony. One look in his fellow's faces confirmed what Dreph Mildar was already dreading; Brant was no more.

"Oh man," Shaggy choked, "no wonder security was so slow in responding..." swinging around wildly, he took stock of their surroundings.

"And now we're trapped in here!"

Rogue Janson
30 June 2003, 12:52 PM
"Hey," Lieta Kyros remarked, looking around, "this is actually kind of funky!"
Looking around his cramped and spartan office - several chairs, a computer terminal, a desk strewn with datacards and flimsies and a screen blocking off his living area - Eeb couldn't quite imagine what Kyros meant by 'funky'. Maybe it was some new fashion he was unaware of.

"You should see my place!" the young human wheedled, mysterious necklace held out in front of him. "It's not far..."

Lieta averted her gaze, retorting angrily. "Don't wave that thing in my face, kid. I'm not going anywhere with you!" And then, to Eeb Sakal, "Please, can you take that thing away from him?"
"Ok," Eeb batted the human's hand away and watched him reflexively tighten his grip on the necklace, "you sit there." He pointed to the chair in front of his desk.
"Miss Kyros..." Eeb pulled up another chair slightly behind. "If he looks to be pulling anything strange, please hit him round the back of the head."

He walked round the desk, pretended to organise it for a few seconds, then sat down facing Kyros and her inept suitor.
"Right. Now you're going to tell me what you know about what happened tonight, then what this necklace does, how it does it and how you got it." Eeb spread his suckered fingers out on the desk and and waited expectantly.

Vice Man
30 June 2003, 03:24 PM
Dreph Mildar took in a sharp deep breath and looked at his companions. He looked around the room and unholstered his blaster " Ok, since we can't run, we have to make it hard for them to get us. what do you all know how to use? Meaning what weapons can you use the best? your fisdts? a bult object? A blaster? or anything exotic like a sword?" he looked around the room his gaze included everyone, including Carn.

He took in a mental breathe, although they did not know who he was, they did know that he was here to investigate something. But he shook his head and looked around, it looked like the best way to get them was by the door, but was there anyhere else they coudl hide or set up an ambush. He looked at carn " Carn \who probably know this area better than anyone where is the best place to mount a hand to hand ambush, in a place where surprise coule be complete?" He asked, after everyone had named what weapon they could use the best.

30 June 2003, 04:56 PM
Conrad dives into the tunnel feet first sliding down the tunnel and watching for the end.

ij thompson
1 July 2003, 08:14 PM
Conrad Antilles

Conrad slid down the grimy tunnel, a coating of slime and decay quickening his decent. In short order, he was dumped into a large vat of organic and mechanical refuse, landing with a sickening splash.

The orange metal walls of the tank weren't terribly high, and after a few failed attempts, he had himself up and over the side. Hitting the cold floor, he rolled expertly into one of the many shadows that blanketed the room. Before he had time even to catch his breath, he was interrupted by a voice, speaking in electronically detached tones.

"Security alert. Security alert. We have a B-1 security alert in hangar L-21.

"Security alert. Security alert. We have a B-1 security alert in hangar G-04.

"Security alert. Security alert. We have a B-1 security alert in hangar R-41..."

Dreph Mildar

Carn stood on shaking legs, stuffing his carved trinkets into flightsuit pockets as he did so.

"Do you think there's gonna be trouble, mister? I got my knife, but I don't wanna tangle with no more pirates..."

"Wake up, Carn," Stillo snapped, cracking his knuckles. "Pirates are the least of your worries."

"Besides," Jinduff remarked, "hyperdrives are still go. We must not have reached the ambush point yet." Then, to Dreph, "I sure could use a blaster, if you could spare one."

Shaggy, who'd been listening at the mouth of the chamber's tunnel entrance, pulled a lethal looking bludgeoning tool out of one pocket or another, and whispered back to the others, the light from his glowrod making a nightmare mask of his face. "It sounds like ol' Brant bought it at least a couple chambers away. There's no cover outside this tunnel, but... I dunno. Wanna risk it?"

Eeb Sakal

"First of all," the young human squeaked indignantly, "I have a name. It's Vint. Second of all, I beat this out of that Barabel yesterday. He tried to mug me down in the tourist quarter, but I beat him so badly that he begged me to leave him alone, and then offered me this chain as a peace gesture. That's why he wouldn't tangle with me in the Blind Comet. He was afraid." With that, he turned to look at Lieta Kyros, who sat slightly behind him.

"I doubt that thing had any idea who you are, Lieta, but I sure do. And I hope you'll accept this gift as a token of my admiration for you..."

Eeb's comlink beeped just as this man, Vint, was once again raising his strange piece of jewellery into the girl's eyeline. With a nod from Eeb, Lieta cuffed Vint across the head while the Rodian activated the comlink in his desk.

"Eeb Sakal, P.I."

"Upside Security here, Sakal," the voice said, one of many voices on the station Eeb had grown accustomed to conversing with over the years. "We've concluded a rudimentary inspection of your Barabel's residence, and it was quite a sight. This fellow is definitely the 'Your Most Devoted' you've been looking for. I'd estimate he's been building this shrine in here for at least eighteen months..."

Vice Man
2 July 2003, 10:29 AM
Dreph Mldar took out his blaster from his holster and passed it to jindruff along with a couple of spare power paks. " Its a pulse blaster, meaning the blast comes out in pulses, but it doesn't take any longer to come out of the barrel, so it should make them think that more of us have blasters, but take care of it its the only one I have" he then pulled out his sword checking its edge" don't worry I have this, and I can use it to" a small smile crossed his face.

He looked at the others then nodded to Shaggy "We should try to get out of here, Then we wont be trapped, jindruf will follow behind me, then Shaggy then Carn then Stillo. If we come into a close quarters fight anyone with a mellee weapon or fists will need to take on and distract the gaurds will jindruff fires at open oppertunities ok? in a fire fight we retreat with jindruf firing back to keep there heads down. Any questions before we go?" he started towards the tunnel his swordin a classic ready while sneaking around position. he looked back one final time at the others answering any questions they may have.

2 July 2003, 06:55 PM
Conrad Antilles

Conrad Looks up and down the tunnel looking for a way to go

OOC: I would like to know if the tunnel goes both ways or just one, in general what I can see of it.

Rogue Janson
3 July 2003, 09:34 AM
"Thanks Jag, I'll be down right away." Eeb noted the location the call had come from and closed the comm. He stared at the human - Vint - who sat before him. Vint's story was implausible enough to be discounted, but Eeb still couldn't make everything fit together properly.

"I don't know if I'd call hurling you across the bar as being afraid of tangling with you, pal. So unless you happen to be a secret Teras Kasi master, I'd drop the pretense. Of course we could turn this over to security, they'd certainly be interested about that mugging."
Eeb's round eyes narrowed.
"I expect the first thing they'd want would be to take that necklace as evidence though." He paused for a second. "So unless you want me to hand everything over to them you'd probably better come along with me. And you'd better start telling me stuff I can believe."

If there was one thing Eeb hated it was being taken for a ride and he'd almost had enough with this guy. He was half tempted to hand things over to security anyway - even they were competent enough to handle a case like this - but he couldn't quite face leaving things without making proper sense of them. He hoped his implied threats would do their job.

"Miss Kyros, you might like to get some rest now. Though if you've lost any personal effects recently they could show up in this 'shrine'." The singer was still dressed in her clubbing clothes, a tight bodysuit, open at the back and only covering her midriff with bands of material. "I'm sure security will want a statement from you."
"And probably some pictures," Eeb added in a mutter.

The chrono was now touching the early hours of the morning. Eeb was used to long nights though. It often surprised him how much things that were concealed or confused during the day could become clear at night.

ij thompson
3 July 2003, 07:10 PM
Eeb Sakal

"If it's okay with you," Lieta asked, "I think I'd just as soon tag along. I'd never seen that creature before in my life, and I don't remember getting any letters from someone called 'Your Most Devoted'. I could use a few answers, myself!"

"Fine," Eeb allowed, throwing his coat back on. "Looks like it's field trip time. Vint, you stay right beside me at all times. And if you pull that chain out again, that'll be the last time you see it."

"Jeepers, mister!" Vint objected, eyes widened in innocence, "you treat me like I'm some sort of criminal!"

Nearly every city in the galaxy had its slum areas, and those cities found aboard orbital space stations were no exception. Almar Upside's answer to skid row was as dingy as any dirtside hovel district, made all the more so by its meager lighting and assorted trash, which lay unmoved by wind or rain.

The trio made their way to a metal door that was once painted white, across which the address H-2204 was stencilled in yellow characters. A lone Upside Security trooper stood outside, beckoning the Rodian investigator and his companions.

"Good to see ya, Sakal," the helmeted figure said, "go on in. You'll find the chief inside..."

Conrad Antilles

Panting in the darkness, Conrad surveyed the situation. The darkened maintenance tunnel led off in several directions, none of which giving any indication as to its ultimate destination. As the security alerts continued to echo around the dim corridors, the Correllian's ears pricked at the sound of yelling down one of the side passages...

Dreph Mildar

The small band of labourers looked at one another nervously, not knowing what to say. They'd flown multiple runs with the Tyrargo's security contingent, and clearly didn't feel too good about their own odds against them.

"Stars," Carn shivered, Adam's apple bobbing up and down, "Do you think we'll be able to take 'em?"

Jinduff shot him a look. "Do you wanna just wait right here for them to come in and shoot us?"

"Nuts to that!" Shaggy exclaimed, while Stillo just cracked his knuckles again, his only contribution to the discussion.

"Right," Dreph announced, "Single file, like I told you. Keep a cool head, don't take any foolish risks, and we'll get outta this." With a grin of encouragement, he led his group toward the mouth of the low tunnel.

I only hope that's true, he added silently to himself.

As he peered out to survey the area, his suspicions were confirmed as two searing beams of disruptor fire leaped from the darkness...

Vice Man
4 July 2003, 01:33 PM
Dreph mildar waved the laborers back and raised his sword. He motioned for everyone to get back by the door.

He tensed up a bit as he readied himself for the people aproaching. The first security tropper through first would wind up feeling very unhappy. He just hoped these guys weren't to professional. With that he banished all other thoughts and focused on the sounds around him.....

Rogue Janson
5 July 2003, 08:40 AM
Eeb's business took him to the slum area of Almar Upside much more often than he'd like. The place was dangerous of course, but by now he knew most of the blind spots, the dark alleys and flashpoints on the station. He could take care of himself. Few of the station's criminals would either dare or bother to try anything on him, though there were always the few that held nasty grudges...
What really depressed Eeb was the relentless squalor and unhappiness of the place that never seemed to improve or change. He always left with renewed determination to keep his income coming in so he'd never have to descend to this level.

As guard opened the door for him, Eeb caught the man double take as he spotted Lieta Kyros herself following on behind.

The room inside was incredible. The walls were plastered with posters, cuttings, photos and even drawings. A stack of datacards presumably covered Miss Kyros' entire catalogue. Several expensive holograph modules projected miniature likenesses of the singer. Behind him, Eeb heard Kyros catch her breath at the sight.

In the centre of the room, watching them enter was the station's security chief. Eeb acknowledge him, while Lieta and Vint came to stand either side of him, and waited to hear what the chief had to say.

5 July 2003, 10:55 AM
Conrad pulls his pistol and moves down the corridor he heard noise in. As he walks he listens for more noise and keeps an eye on the ground ahead. There could be a drop anywhere along this pipe.