Log Date:
	2/24/97

Log Cast:
	Grathix, Shenner

Log Intro:
	Nervous about the attention she's been getting from the ESPOs and
the Imperials as of late, Shenner keeps a low profile for a day or two...
and when the time is right, goes hunting down her boss....

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Grathix comes through the District from the direction of the spaceport.
Grathix has arrived.
Grathix strolls in from the spaceport center. He stops as he barely eners the 
  area and surveys the sight before him.

Far down the street, a few folk are out tonight. It's a quiet night, this 
  one... musicless, at least for the nonce, even from the vicinity of a 
  particular little outdoor cafe.

Grathix, not entirely thrilled about not seeing who he was looking amidst the 
  crowd, devides to try his luck at a particularly familiar outdoor cafe.

Near that cafe, a slender redheaded figure might be spotted, trudging towards 
  the place from another direction.

Grathix takes a seat on one of the cafe tables and ordeers nothing. He simply 
  sits there, watching and waiting.

Shenner comes up into view, scanning the tables and the customers milling 
  about; spotting Grathix, the kid does a slight doubletake, then angles for 
  the man's table.

Grathix spots the red haired youth from the corner ofh is eye, but doesn't 
  make any motions to acknowledge 'him'. he continues to watch the people 
  flowing by.

Port District - Capital City <ETTI IV>(#1118RLXtFJN)
    Though the buildings in this sprawling area of the city are low permacite 
  structures, the general feeling of the Port District is one of foreboding 
  menace not clearly defined. Despite this, many visitors of many races mingle 
  here, taking in the plethora of shops, bars and nooks dotted densely 
  throughout this place. Nothing seems to be spared style, expense, or gross 
  display of wealth here as the scions of the business world (or criminal 
  world) flaunt the products of their various efforts.
    Several Espo troopers stand out like statues among the sea of people 
  passing through. They watch everything that goes on around them with a tight 
  grip on their blasters, ready for anything.
 The Espo police presence here is normal.
    (OOC: Type '+lhelp' for local help.)
Contents:
Grathix
Obvious exits:
 <E> leads to Residential Avenue - Capital City <ETTI IV>.
 <NE> leads to Business District - Capital City <ETTI IV>.
 <SE> leads to Government District - Capital City <ETTI IV>.
 <FFDD> leads to Free-Flight Dance Dome - Capital City <ETTI IV>.
 <ACE> leads to Authority Currency Exchange - Capital City <ETTI IV>.
 <W> leads to Spaceport Center - Capital City <ETTI IV>.

Shenner draws near, and says brightly, "This seat taken, mister?"

Grathix turns and looks at the youth. He says in a non-chalant tone of voice, 
  "Why yes it is. Waiting for a good friend of mine, a famous musician that 
  plays around these here parts."

Shenner's mouth quirks in a crooked grin. "Really? Maybe I know 'im. What's he 
  look like?"

Grathix tries to maintain a straight face, not succeeding entirely as he 
  answers, "well, he's about 7 feet, built like an ox and god-like looks that 
  have the entire populace swooning over him."

Shenner folds 'his' skinny frame into a chair across the table, and considers, 
  pretending to look intent. "_Really_? Well, huh. Naw, I ain't seen nobody 
  like that. Guess I'll have to keep the chair warm till he shows up, if you 
  don't mind, pal..."

Grathix slides the chair out towards the youth with his feet. He says with 
  chuckle "Sure, you can try at any rate."

Shenner sits, grinning broadly. Still, though, something, a slight tenseness 
  about the eyes, suggests an underlying darker mood to the redhead. The green 
  gaze casually swings around the cafe's courtyard, before coming back to 
  Grathix; the kid then says lowly, "Gotta talk to you, boss."

Grathix reads the worrisome expression on the youth's face. Not sure what to 
  make of it he simply answers, "Sure, what's on yur mind?"

Shenner fishes a slim hand into a pocket, and pulls out from it a small data 
  card; the thing bears the Imperial embassy's seal, and the name "Lady Alora 
  Antieres". "You know anything 'bout this woman?"

Grathix reaches out to gab hold of the card. He looks at the name and the 
  symbols on it and says, "Hmmm...think I 've seen her name before on some 
  files, not quite sure though. why, you need some info on this person?"

The kid frowns, and says lowly, bluntly, "She tried to convince me to leave 
  the planet with her, Grath."

Grathix raises his left eyebrow, "Oh really? did she specify the 'what for' 
  for this soujourn?"

Shenner props an elbow on the table, and 'his' chin in 'his' hand, glowering 
  off in a direction just past your ear. "That's what bugs me," the kid 
  mutters. "I don't sing _that_ good." Then Shen looks back, green eyes more 
  palpably worried. "She ain't the only Imperial been tryin' to throw money at 
  me either."

Grathix expression cannot help but reveal a sudden state of amazement, 'You 
  mean others have asked you as well?"

Shenner murmurs uneasily, "Well, one. Don't know nothin' 'bout _him_ 'cept he 
  seems to be some kinda officer or somethin'. Bugged me twice so far." 
  Suddenly, the kid smirks. "A Corellian, too, I think. All I need."

Grathix can't help but grin as he hears you mention 'Corellian'.
Grathix says, "I'll see what i can find ou about these people for you, 
  although you better give me a more complete description of the other Impie 
  trying to hire you."

Shenner nods, grimly, and describes for you a fairhaired fellow with blue 
  eyes, and an imperious manner. 'He' scowls, and mutters, "I heard him use 
  his comlink... there was an ID number somebody said at him...." Shen taps 
  'his' fingers on the table, trying to remember.

Grathix ponders your description of the man and says, "I think I've seen this 
  person around...yes, could be the officer that made a sour face as he saw me 
  using my portable termnal the other day..."

Shenner suddenly straightens. "ST_SSO1686 was the ID," the kid mutters 
  urgently. "And he's a lieutenant. I heard the voice on the comlink say that."

Grathix reaches for his briefcase,sets it on the table, opens it up and loads 
  up the terminal. Once operational he enters the ID number, rank and 
  description of the person. He says, "Don't think I'll get a match with the 
  database I brough with me, but we just might get lucky...."

Shenner leans forward a bit, looking interestedly at the terminal, but with 
  furrowed brow. "I tried to tell 'em both I wasn't interested, Grath. I don't 
  mind Imps buyin' me drinks, but I don't wanna work for 'em. They ain't 
  leavin' me alone."

Grathix frowns as the search comes to its end. The terminal screen reads "No 
  Matches Found."
Grathix turns to the youth and says, "well, I suppose I'd better talk with 
  them and get them off your case if it bothers you."

Shenner looks straight at you, and says, "I can carry a tune three or four 
  good ways, pal, but I think I don't gotta explain to you why havin' the Imps 
  on my case'd be bad for my ability to... make music."

Grathix chuckles and says, "Sometimes you worry to much...lets first find out 
  what these people want, then what they truelly want, before making any 
  decisions."
Grathix says, "Its a good thing you caught me. I was about ready to head off 
  to Tat tonight."

Shenner says, lowly, but clearly, gaze not wavering a fraction, "I ain't 
  sellin' myself to no Imperial, Grath. That ain't negotiable."

Grathix says, "who said anything about selling? I just want to know what it is 
  that they want with you. I mean, there are pleanty of talented bards around, 
  what made them single you out?"

The kid considers this, then nods grudgingly. "Just as long as you can get 'em 
  off my back. I'm street scum, pal, 'no' from me don't mean much to an 
  officer and some high-class lady."

Grathix says, "I'll see what I can do for you, mi bukie..."
Grathix looks at his timepiece and says, "But its late, and I doubt I'll find 
  these 'highly respectable' people out and about during this time. I'll get 
  to them first thing tomorow.

Shenner points out, "You goin' to Tat, though."

Grathix nods, "yes, afterwards. Some people I need to meet there as well as 
  pick up a few items. Not to mention checking our intelligence Database for 
  references to your two friends"

Shenner shifts in the chair. "One other thing, pal.... the Espos're startin' 
  to get a bit too observant for my tastes, too. One of 'em bugged me about 
  the money I've been makin'."

Grathix says, "what, you need another permit? maybe a more specialized one? 
  I'll talk to Brok before I go and try to get you squared away."
Grathix grins, "You are the popular one here on Etti, aren't you."

Shenner smirks a little, and shrugs a shoulder. "The guy 'claimed' I needed a 
  business permit, rather than just buskin', if I was gonna be makin' money 
  playin' music in public places." Then 'he' snorts. "Corellians, Imps, and 
  Espos. Time of my life."

Grathix laughs, "And its just starting out. God, imagine the stories you'll 
  tell your grandchildren."

Shenner splutters. "Not likely." The brief moment of levity fades. "I ain't 
  sure whether I should stay here alone, though, Grath."

Grathix nods, "well, lets see what these people have to say frist. then we'll 
  decide."

Shenner gives another slow nod, then rises. "Okay. You know where to find me, 
  pal."

Grathix grins, "I'd hope so."
Grathix rises from his seat as well. "Looks like my freind never made it"

Shenner chuckles once, shortly, then flicks a lopsided grin at you.... and 
  turns to slip off into the night.

Grathix sweeps his briefcase off the table. "Thanks for the company..."

[End log.]