Log Date:
	2/25/97

Log Cast:
	Dixon, Luke, Grathix, Shenner, Akhaurakh, ESPO Major Jerden (NPC),
Jessalyn, Razi

Log Intro:
	With Grathix's promise to check out the Imperials interested in
her assuring her somewhat, and reasonably assured her employer can help
her keep off the ESPOs as well, Shenner goes to her favorite cafe again,
and tonight, her boss is there as well, though Shenner has yet to speak
with him in private.
	Shenner does not know, however, that in an unmarked ship, a
new arrival has come to Etti IV....

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Dixon comes along the road to the southeast.
Dixon has arrived.
Dixon heads through crowds and into the Government District to the southeast.
Dixon has left.

Luke has arrived.
Luke is walking silently along the street.
Luke moves along the street, pushing past various beings enroute. His robe 
  flowing with every step. He moves slowly and purposefully.

Dixon comes along the road to the southeast.
Dixon has arrived.

Grathix sits at a cafe watching the passers by, sipping on a now gone cold cup 
  of tea.

Dixon heads through crowds and into the Government District to the southeast.
Dixon has left.

At that same outdoor cafe, not too far from the Free-Flight, a ragged little 
  knot of musicians is gathering tonight. There's a guitar player, a couple of 
  drummers, and a skinny redheaded kid with a flute; the group has claimed 
  chairs from several of the surrounding tables, and is settling into a 
  slow-paced jig of a number.

Luke pauses near the cafe, yet on the street. Fingers laced contemplatively in 
  front of him, his face darkened by a cowl. He turns slightly one way, then 
  the next. Then promptly pushes on.. occasionally a polished boot makes its 
  appearance from under the cloak as he walks.

The guitar player, a big brawny young woman, is singing something mournful but 
  in a surprisingly high voice. The two drummers are laying down an alternate 
  pattern of slow, pulsing notes, while the flute player, sharp-eyed and 
  frowning across 'his' instrument, harmonizes. The flutist is parked just 
  right to keep one eye on the cafe's courtyard, and the other on the street.

That melody continues for a short time, before trailing off wistfully; at 
  last, one of the drummers speaks up, and nudges the flutist. "Your turn to 
  sing, kid," comes a brusque request; the redheaded kid smirks faintly, 
  requests of and acquires from the woman her guitar.

Grathix attention turns toward the red haired youth now assuming the attention 
  of the public as he takes the guitar.

Luke looks at you for a moment.

Shenner eyes the other musicians, green gaze annoyed, for some reason. 
  "Somethin' for K'tanna since he's still... detained, hey?" comes a 
  suggestion that gets fierce grins in response; with that, the redhead 
  suddenly brings the borrowed guitar to life and the knot of musicians rips 
  into something fast, raucous, and loud.

Luke moves on down the street, slowly. He pauses occasionally.

ESPO Major Jerden comes into the District from the east.
ESPO Major Jerden has arrived.

Shenner begins to sing, in a lower voice than the big female guitarist, 
  punching out words as if striking blows. As if encouraged, the others add 
  energy to the music, feeding off one another as if in an energy feedback 
  loop.

Grathix takes a sip from his tea.

Luke pauses near a doorway and stands motionless.

ESPO Major Jerden enters the area from the east and walks far to the south, 
  glancing around the crowds with a lazy, casual glance. His attention is 
  diverted into a small store off the main way at an irritated shopkeeper's 
  insistance.

A small black form emerges from the shadows, heading for the cloaked figure of 
  Luke. He unslings a gaderffii.

Luke remains still. His back toward the dark figure.

The musicians continue to belt out their song; in their midst, the redheaded 
  guitarist is grinning ear to ear now, and strumming vigorously. The few 
  patrons in the cafe's courtyard are listening in, mostly approvingly.

Ahkaurakh approaches Luke in a low crouch, weapon trailing behind. He suddenly 
  makes a sweeping kick to the legs

Grathix sits at the cafe, idly listening to the music, while playing with his 
  tea cup.

Silently, the cloaked Jedi leaps into the air in a tumbling roll over the 
  figures head, casting off his cloak mid-air, it flutters darkly to the 
  pavement. A flare of green as he lands, his eyes wide and focused on his 
  attacker.

Ahkaurakh pauses for a moment as if pondering something, then makes attempts a 
  tripping leg hook

One of the drummers, one sitting facing the street, suddenly blinks at the 
  flurry of activity there, and falters; in short order, the other musicians 
  jerk their heads around. The song cuts off into abrupt silence, and the 
  young sentients start hastily edging away from the street.

Grathix turns to view the activity in the streets, standing to get a better 
  view of the proceedings.

Luke steps back from the leg sweep, his gaze narrowing on his attacker, "Who 
  are you?" he asks.
Luke's blade hums dangerously.

Ahkaurakh circles closely as he dares, bringing his gaderffi to bear

Two of the musicians decide that fleeing is the better part of valor -- 
  especially if the Espos decide to come put a stop to this. One of the 
  drummers and the big woman who'd been playing the guitar inch, and then 
  outright bolt, off down the street. The remaining drummer melts into the 
  foliage around the cafe's courtyard -- and the redhead who'd been singing 
  now outright gapes at the figure with the shining blade. Shenner cautiously 
  inches to Grathix.

Ahkaurakh swings his gaderffi about defensively.

Grathix steps from his table and begins to head towards the commotion to get a 
  better cleaner view of the situation at hand.

Luke looks left then right as he mirrors your movements. His gazes settling on 
  various loose objects lying around, namely the drummers sticks and the 
  guitar. He turns back to face you, in a defensive posture, his saber 
  sounding noisily with every movement. A deep dangerous drone.

Ahkaurakh makes a quick lunge with the gaderffi, at center mass of his target.

Luke brings his weapon up in an arc, slicing the gaderffi in half with a 
  shower of sparks. He returns calmly to his defensive posture, taking one 
  step backwards, "I said, who are you?"

Ahkaurakh drops the weapon, curses silently under his breath.
Ahkaurakh produces a double blaster.

Luke tightens his grip on the glowing weapon.

Ahkaurakh takes a few steps back, still circling, squezes off a shot.
Ahkaurakh backs off more...fires off a couple more shots.

With a flash of green and a bang, the bolt deflects nicely off the blade. Luke 
  exhales a breath, "I won't fight you."

Shenner takes a moment to gape at Grathix, too, as if thinking the man must be 
  mad to be playing spectator. But at the sight of the blaster, the kid yelps, 
  and backs to the nearest wall, considering taking off after the other 
  musicians.

Grathix stands his ground ane watches these would-be combatants.

Ahkaurakh noticing the ease in which his attacks are deflected, considers 
  other options, looking about

Luke deflects each bolt with poetic finesse. Each one banging noisily against 
  his blade and flaring brightly. The light reflecting off of his face, which 
  is calm.. and intent.

Ahkaurakh decides retreat may be the better part of valor...

Shenner lunges momentarily to scoop up the flute 'he' had dropped, then starts 
  inching, with as wide a berth as possible, around this little meeting.

Ahkaurakh melds back into the surroundings...
Ahkaurakh moves about hidden in an attempt to get closer to the jedi

Luke watches the being disappear. He squints at the spot where he was last, 
  then straightens his posture, switching off the saber. It crackles and 
  disappears. He lets out a breath.
Luke collects his robe, swinging it around him and clipping the saber to his 
  belt.

Shenner stares wide-eyed and wary at the stranger who'd just been holding a 
  glowing blade. Just behind Grathix, the kid hisses to him, "Think now's 
  probably a good time to vaporize, pal.."

Luke pulls his cowl over his face once more, gives a look around and moves off 
  silently.

Grathix turns to the kid and says, "maybe..."

Ahkaurakh sneaks off to fix himself.

Grathix gives the shadowy figure of a man one last look before turning and 
  heading off.

Shenner tugs at Grathix's arm, as if to hurry him along, and picks the first 
  path away -- off towards the Free-Flight.

Luke pauses mid stride and brings his hand up to his temples.

Ahkaurakh heads through crowds and into the Government District to the 
  southeast.
Ahkaurakh has left.

Grathix calls out to the kid, "You go on ahead....I need to check up on 
  something..."

Shenner whirls. "What?" the kid hisses, urgently, adding without words, 
  'C'mon, dammit!'

Luke has his head bent downward, hand still on his head. He seems to be 
  whispering something quietly to himself.

Grathix begins to make his way back to the space center.

Shenner swears an oath as Grathix heads off... then swears another, realizing 
  something else. The kid sprints back to the cafe, ducking into the courtyard 
  long enough to reach for and hoist up a battered guitar case.

Luke is in the same position.. his lips move silently.

Ahkaurakh comes along the road to the southeast.
Ahkaurakh has arrived.
Ahkaurakh has come to check out "Son of Vader" again

Shenner, guitar case clutched awkwardly in slender arms, inches out of the 
  cafe's courtyard. The street has emptied -- every patron of the place must 
  have decided to take their hungry bellies elsewhere.

Luke falls to his knees, seemingly in pain. He gasps out faintly, "Han!"

Shenner blinks. .oO (Han?)

Ahkaurakh reaches out and lightly brushes the clothing of luke

Luke doesn't notice. He seems to be in inner turmoil.. on his knees, a hand 
  clutching his temples tightly.

Ahkaurakh is torn...should he help Vader Son get up, or remain hidden?

Shenner's brow crinkles, in an expression speaking of something nagging at the 
  back of the head. The kid eyes the kneeling dark-clad man, and, frowning, 
  inches toward him.

Ahkaurakh watches Shenner very closely....

Luke straightens himself and stands, but his eyes are glassy. The cowl slips 
  off and he doesn't seem to notice. His lips moving soundlessly to an unseen 
  person..

Fright is still pretty apparent in the face of the young redhead, as she 
  watches the fair-haired man get up; she gasps, involuntarily, as his face is 
  revealed again.

Shenner, at last, scowls and steps closer, whispering urgently, "Hey! You!"

Luke is motionless, staring distantly, he moves his head to look at you, but 
  it seems he is looking through you instead..

Ahkaurakh stalks towards the pair, doing his best to remain hidden

Luke mouths words unknown and unheard.. silently.

Shenner's green eyes crinkle narrower under dark brows, and she whispers 
  again, a little louder, "Get movin', pal, the Espos'll be here any karkin' 
  second!"

Ahkaurakh sneaks up on Shenner, and whispers something in her ear
Ahkaurakh whispers, "move away, human...move away from that man..."

Luke doesn't answer. He blinks a few times, and steps back clutching at his 
  forehead once again.

Ahkaurakh maintains his proximate position to Shenn
Ahkaurakh noting that Shen isn't backing off, decides to take some action...

Shenner half-whirls at the whisper behind her, perhaps a moment too late. 
  Green eyes widen again, and the kid yelps in the direction of the 
  fair-haired man, "_Move it!_"

Ahkaurakh removes a gauntleted glove, placing a wickedly clawed hand at 
  Shenner's throat and repeats his command in deep gravelly voice, "Move away 
  from the cloaked one, *human*"

Luke startles and sems to snap out of his daze.. "Wha..?" he exclaims before 
  hearing the voice. He whirls around, cloak flapping behind him, a tense look 
  on his face. Instinctively, his blade comes out once again and hisses to 
  life.

Still awkwardly clutching that guitar case, the redheaded kid utters a 
  strangled squeak at the clawed hand that grabs her throat. "I'm movin'... 
  honest... I'm movin'..."

Ahkaurakh seeing Luke come back to his senses, withdraws the claws, and heads 
  back for the shadows

Luke blinks his eyes, getting bearings.

Before she can move anywhere, though, the hand is gone. Stark white of face, 
  Shenner pauses there on the street, stricken, and probably wobbly of knee.

Luke extinguishes his blade, following the disappearing creature with his gaze 
  before approaching the young human, "Are you alright?"

Shenner swallows, green gaze whipping up again to the one addressing her. The 
  kid's face is full of wariness, and fear... and concern, maybe. "Yeah," 
  comes the husky reply. "You better get outta here!"

Luke looks around cautiously before breathing out, "I know.. it's not safe 
  here. You'd better come with me, if that creature sees you alone, it might 
  kill you."

Dixon comes along the road to the southeast.
Dixon has arrived.
Dixon heads through crowds and into the Government District to the southeast.
Dixon has left.

The redheaded kid eyes the fairhaired man before her with only slightly less 
  trepidation than she had the previous fight; the pale face is still wary and 
  frightened, but the look in the eyes quickly and cannily considering. 
  "Okay," the musician replies, tautly. "Just _go_!"

Luke grabs the kid's hand, tossing a look over his shoulder, "Come on."

Ahkaurakh watches the pair

Shenner, still hoisting the guitar case as best she can, lets the stranger 
  grab her other hand, and keeps up as well as possible, as the two hurry off.

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Interlude:

	Trying to run with a guitar case, especially with only one hand
free, was not the easiest task in the world. Shenner found inspiration,
though -- unsettling though the black-clad stranger she followed was,
the idea of that unseen attacker putting a really fast and really final
end to her presence on the planet was even more so. Somehow, Shenner
managed to hang on to the case and her flute while pelting breathlessly
after the fair-haired man.
	The ship was unmarked, and how the ESPOs hadn't gotten to it
yet was a question Shenner didn't take the time to consider. Her head was
already crammed enough as it was:
	_He said 'Han'! Han Solo? Did he mean Han Solo?_
	_That was a lightsaber -- who the kark _is_ this guy?!_
	_Where the kark do I think I'm goin' with him?!_
	_What the kark am I gonna tell Grathix?!_
	Into the ship, then. The black-clad man, clearly still distracted
by the conflict -- and perhaps by whatever had possessed him during that
daze -- pointed her off to get strapped into a seat in words too curt
and too intent to be anything but an order, yet somehow kind regardless.
Shenner didn't take the time, either, to say anything, but simply put
herself and her instruments where bid, and watched in trepidation as her
unexpected rescuer brought his ship to life and took it blasting into
the sky.
	Only when the ship roared into orbit, and at last drew near a
collection of more -- and much bigger -- vessels than Shenner had ever
seen in her entire life, did it start to register with her exactly with
whom she must have fallen in. Something part suspicion and part awe
seized up in the bardling's chest, as the pilot landed his own small
craft in the bay of a ship bristling with armament, and bade her follow him.
	"I'll have to ask you to please stay off the bridge, Engineering--"
The black-clad man quickly named other sensitive, forbidden areas of the
ship as he guided her out of the landing bay. Shenner barely registered
the words he used, though, as her attention riveted on the words
"NRV Alderaan" visible on the doors through which they passed.
	_Alderaan. They gotta be the Rebels, right? Who the kark else
would be flying a ship called Alderaan?!_
	Mutely, she clung to her instruments and bobbed her head to
her guide as the man escorted her to what appeared to be crews' quarters,
and hurried off, promising to return later.... 

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Jessalyn enters from the Aft Main Corridor.
Jessalyn has arrived.
Jessalyn steps wearily into the crew quarters, a datapad clutched to her 
  chest, her face pale and her eyes wide and bright with tears.

The sole occupant of the place at the moment appears to be a complete 
  stranger: a redheaded youngster parked uneasily on an unclaimed bunk, 
  clutching a battered guitar case as though it were some kind of talisman. As 
  soon as footsteps herald an arrival, the redheaded kid shoots a green gaze 
  up, wide-eyed and wary.

Jessalyn leans against the wall, finally drawing her gaze into the room and 
  peering carefully at the out-of-place person sitting on the bunk. She 
  composes herself as she takes a few steps inward, still holding onto the 
  datapad tightly. "Hello," she says in her quiet tones.

Jessalyn
        She is a young woman with dark, blazing red hair that constantly falls 
  into eyes the green of Yavin's rainforests; a mass of silken unruly waves 
  which she has clipped at the nape of her neck. Her skin is pale, and there 
  is a bandage over her brow, the left side of her face deeply bruised and 
  swollen.
        Jessa is dressed in her plain tech uniform, a beige jumpsuit with a 
  high collar and plenty of pockets, with the insignia on her chest indicating 
  her rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade. Around her waist is a black leather 
  utility belt. Her hair is held back from her face and clipped behind her 
  head, though stray curling locks continue to fall into her eyes. . There is 
  a standard issue blaster holstered to her right thigh, and the fit of the 
  coverall and the shiny black boots on her legs emphasize her narrow waist 
  and the long-legged rhythm of her strides.

".... hi," comes a cautious reply.

Jessalyn looks at you for a moment.
Jessalyn's smile is brilliant in her otherwise unremarkable face, lighting her 
  rainforest green eyes as she takes a few more steps closer to the bunk. "Are 
  you okay, dear?" She tilts her head slightly, brushing a stray lock of hair 
  from her eyes.

The kid seems to bristle a little at the 'dear', and a blush briefly creeps 
  along pale cheeks as the youngster says hastily, "Yeah... yeah, fine. He 
  send yah? The, um..." And the stranger finishes as if not quite certain of 
  the appropriateness of the word, "Jedi?"

The bright tearful eyes blink with surprise. "Jedi? You mean Luke?" She looks 
  around as if expecting him to appear out of thin air. "You know him?" She 
  moves to sit on the edge of the bunk, her body tense with worry as she 
  studies your face, not threateningly, but with a sincere concern and 
  compassion.

The youngster with the guitar case shifts a little, tensely. "I dunno his 
  name," comes a rough reply. "Tall, blond guy. Wears black?"

Jessalyn's eyes shine as she chuckles. "That sounds like him, except for the 
  tall part," she remarks with some amusement. "How do you know him?"

Shenner answers nervously, "He, uh, kinda just brought me up here. From the... 
  planet."

Jessalyn's spine goes suddenly straight. "Just...?" Her mouth opens with 
  surprise. "You mean he's back? And he's.. he's all right?" This last 
  sentence wavers slightly, betraying a normally well-concealed emotion.

Brow furrowing under that brief curl of a forelock, the kid says slowly, 
  "Well... yeah." And the kid pauses at that, as if unsure how much else to 
  say.

Jessalyn breathes a soft, relieved sigh, glancing downwards, before composing 
  herself and glancing back at the youngster. "I'm sorry, forgive my manners." 
  She smiles gently. "I'm Jessalyn Valios." A slender white hand is extended.

The kid's mouth shifts tautly, and the green gaze -- darker than yours, but 
  perhaps that's simply due to fright, and the contrast with that still-pale 
  face -- flicks to the offered hand. But the kid does lift one in reply, and 
  take and shake yours. ".... Shenner."

Jessalyn shakes the offered hand warmly. "A pleasure, Shenner." She settles 
  back, folding her hands in her lap. "So Luke brought you here. Do you know 
  why?"

Shenner's hand quickly returns to wrap around the neck of the guitar case, as 
  the kid rolls one shoulder in a shrug and eyes you searchingly. "He thought 
  I wouldn't be safe on the planet," Shenner begins, tone and expression 
  clearly adding the unspoken, 'How much of a story do you want here, lady?'

Jessalyn is taken aback slightly, and a small frown touches the corners of her 
  mouth. "I see," she says, inadequately, and shifts her weight where she sits 
  on the bed. "Well, Shenner, I hope you'll be comfortable here. If you need 
  anything, just let me know." Her own tone reveals her unease and feelings of 
  being unwelcome, and she instinctively moves back.

"I'm okay," the kid says quickly. Too quickly. That, and the quick riveting of 
  that green gaze on a nice neutral spot on the far wall, suggests that 
  whoever this youngster Shenner is, Shenner is extremely frightened.

Jessalyn blinks again. Her brows knit over her eyes and she tilts her head, 
  studying the young face before her. "What's the matter, Shenner?" The voice 
  is gentle as she shifts to look at you more directly, noting the fear and 
  obviously perplexed by it.

Shenner's pale face slowly darkens in a building blush. The kid swallows, not 
  meeting your gaze, but sliding a glance at you sidelong and perhaps trying 
  to figure out if you can be trusted. Finally: "Um... this'll sound stupid, 
  but.... you guys... _are_ the Rebels, right?" A hand flicks up from the 
  guitar case, gesturing vaguely as if to take in the ship, its crew, and the 
  fleet it's flying in.

"Rebels?" She says the word as if it is one she had not heard in a long time. 
  "Oh, my. Well, yes. You could say that. The New Republic, which was founded 
  by the Rebel Alliance." Her green eyes narrow slightly. "But the war has 
  been over for more than two years, Shenner. We're a legitimate government 
  now."

Shenner still doesn't look at you, and the kid's expression suggests 
  embarrassment warring with lingering fear. "Was gonna feel _real_ damned 
  dumb if I'd just gotten my rump hauled onto an Imp ship," Shen mutters.

A gentle hand touches yours where it rests on the guitar case, followerd by an 
  equally gentle and understanding smile. "I can understand that concern," she 
  murmurs. "But you're safe here. You have my word."

Shenner finally does look up at you, and the kid still seems tense, but 
  perhaps on some level the gentle treatment is working, for Shenner then 
  offers gruffly, "I, uh... I saw... Luke. Have a fight. I kinda got in the 
  way."

Her eyes close as her expression flinches briefly, but when she opens her eyes 
  again, her composure has returned. "Yes, the princess said he was in 
  danger," she murmurs quietly, then looks at you. "I should thank you if it 
  was your interference that helped bring him back safely."

The cropped dark head shakes vehemently. "I didn't do nothin' much," Shenner 
  mumbles. "Just tried to tell him to move, is all..."

Jessalyn shrugs her slender shoulders, and pats your hand once more. "Well, 
  whatever the case... I'm glad you're both safe." She glances at her chrono, 
  frowning. "It's late," she murmurs. "I bet you're exhausted after your 
  adventures, hmm?" Her voice has an air of authority and gentleness that's 
  almost maternal, and her gaze is warm as she reaches out brush the lock of 
  hair from your eyes. "Think you can rest?"

Shenner admits tinily, "Yeah... um... I'm kinda tired, this all happened real 
  quick, yah know?"

Jessalyn nods, her brows lifting. "I can imagine," she chuckles. "I wonder if 
  Luke always acts so quickly on his decisions." She shakes her head in 
  exasperation. "Only a few days of knowing Luke Skywalker and he's already 
  baffled me more times than I care to count."

Shenner goes even paler. "Luke Sk... um... well, he... was pretty damned 
  distracted, I guess he wasn't thinkin' much, just kinda told me to c'mon, 
  and that creature mighta come back any second. The Espos too." The longest 
  string of words the kid's uttered so far, and they burst out of Shenner in a 
  sudden rambling rush.

Jessalyn looks startled as she tries to assimilate this rush of information. 
  "Creature? Espos?" She waves her hands, chuckling wryly. "Why don't you tell 
  me the whole story after you've gotten some rest, hmm? You look like you 
  need it!" She gets to her feet, brushing her hands over her trousers. "I'll 
  come check on you in a few hours. I want to go talk to him myself."

Shenner mumbles, more or less in the direction of the guitar case -- still 
  being stolidly clutched at -- "Okay."

Razi drapes his arm off the side of his bunk as he sleeps.

Jessalyn smiles again, and rubs at the bruised side of her face absently. 
  "Good. See you then, Shenner." She ruffles the kid's hair before turning to 
  leave the room.

Razi looks at you for a moment.
Razi coughs abit and sits up in a bunk slowly, blinking his eyes several 
  times. "ugh...

Shenner jumps a bit at the movement from the sleeping crewmember across the 
  way, skittishly, and at last adds plaintively to Jessalyn, "Should I, uh... 
  sleep here?"

Razi looks at you for a moment.

Jessalyn stops at the doorway and glances back. "This is the most comfortable 
  place, I'm afraid."

Razi yawns and looks around the room and nods to the two.

The kid with the guitar says hastily, "I-I-I just don't wanna take somebody's 
  bed, see..."

Razi says, "don'tcha have yer own bunk?"

Jessalyn smiles warmly. "You won't. There are plenty of beds. Now get some 
  sleep!" she insists in a mildly scolding tone.

Razi
This Horansi you see before you is a Kasa horansi. He stands at about 8'10" 
  tall (2.5meters) when fully upright and straight. His fur coloration is 
  snowish white with horizontal black striping along his exposed portions, 
  those being his head and arms. You can see two incisors in the front of his 
  muzzle as he looks upon everything around him with his deep, hazel eyes. 
  Raz' has two tri-angular ears with tufts of furr behind them ,the right one 
  having a nick in it,and his body striping continues its pattern on his head 
  as well. Overall he has a broad neck that joins into his thick, black 
  striped chest. Continuing to his chest and arms, he is very well built and 
  muscalative, his arms looking very well proportioned to his size and having 
  retractable claws on them. Razi is Clad in a one-piece black jumpsuit. A 
  multitude of pockets, both visible and hidden, make the garment more than 
  functional. Silver stitching trims the collar and cuffs. A narrow silver 
  stripe runs down the outside of each pantleg. The silver logo of the NRI is 
  attached to the point on the right side of the collar, the New Republic 
  insignia to the left side. A stripe on the upper part of the left sleeve 
  shows the rank of Captain. What shows even through his uniform are his 
  powerful legs, they seem very capable with his hindpaws that have what looks 
  like verry large claws that are retracted at the moment. And last is his 
  tail, it is about 5' long and has the same horizontal black striping as his 
  body and it sways constantly. (OOC reference, he is basically an upright 
  siberian tiger).

Razi looks to Jessalyn and nods slightly

Shenner, at the awakening of the Horansi, looks up at him; the kid's head 
  shakes, mutely.

Jessalyn nods to the Horansi as well, and explains, "Shenner is our guest 
  here."

Razi chuckles "well, I don't anyone gettin uppety if ya took a bunk
Razi says, "ugh...wake up brain...I'm talking in tongues"
Razi says, "a guest ehh? well, guess I'll have to be on my best behavior then"

Jessalyn enters the Aft Main Corridor.
Jessalyn has left.

The kid's green gaze flicks between the older beings, and, hesitantly, Shenner 
  nods. Slowly and stiffly, the youngster curls up sideways on the bunk he -- 
  she? -- he? -- is already sitting on, letting go of the guitar case only 
  with one hand. But it's instantly evident that the youngster is exhausted -- 
  the moment Shenner's head hits the pillow, the kid is out like a light.

[End log.]