Log Date: 4/22/97 Log Cast: Dane Noth, Paul Nighman, Shenner, Jeralic, Simian Log Intro: Shenner and Paul's situation on Tatooine has settled down -- at least somewhat. They have spoken with Grathix, and arranged to fly to Corellia along with Grathix's underling Dane Noth; Paul, in the meantime, has taken Shenner out to acquire a better blaster and certain other needed items, and touched bases with Jeralic to make sure the man knows they're coming. This leaves only the rendezvous with Dane Noth to be made, that evening.... ---------- Lobby -- Twin Suns(#897RLXtFN) You stand in the western most portion of one of the most grandious and luxurious room in all of Tatooine. Several chandeliers made from rare precious metals and stones illuminate this immense room. All around this room, rare and unique works of art and craftsmanship are prominently displayed along the walls and as exhibits within the room. The room is carpeted in a thick rich Crimson colored carpet. Even the pillars, which provide support for this structure, are carved in some exotic gothic style. Several plush comfortable sofas and seats are situated throughout the room, some in a friendly living room type arangement. Towards the northern aspect of the room, a large registration desk can be observed. There, a well maintained protocol droid along with some members of the Hotel management tend to the needs of the guests. Behind this desk is a door that leads to the Management Offices of the Twin Suns. Towards the farthern most eastern end of the room, elevators can be found leading to the various floors of the hotel portion of the Twin Suns. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Paul_Nighman => Guards <> => SUITE-1124 => Suite 1122 -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- outh - leads to Conference Room -- Twin Suns Hotel and Casino. own - leads to Luxury Suite -- Twin Suns Hotel and Casino. orth - leads to Managment Offices -- Twin Suns Hotel and Casino. est - leads to Entrance Hall -- Twins Suns Hotel and Casino. Guards Standing quietly by the doors of suites 1124 and 1122 are three humanoid guards in grey field armor, carrying blaster carbines. Alert for danger they stop any who try and enter the rooms under their protection. Dane_Noth steps out from the Management Offices, the door securing itself shut behind him. Dane_Noth has arrived. Dane_Noth strides out of the office calmly. stopping just before the two, "Ready?" The rangy Corellian is relaxing in one of the chairs in the lobby. He looks like he would like to take a nap, but his eyes are still alert. Paul looks up at Dane and nods, looking to Shenner. "We are if you are." Shenner, parked in the chair next to Nighman, lifts a neutral gaze to the man who's approached them. The girl simply nods, curtly. "Yeah. Let's go." Dane_Noth nods, "Which docking bay are you in?" Paul lifts himself out of the comfortable chair almost a little reluctantly. "Luke provided the ride, and we're in 94," he replies as he stretches slightly. "Okay, let's get this trip underway," and waiting for a moment to make sure that everyone is with him, he heads for the doors. Shenner is in motion even as Paul speaks; from the way she springs up out of the chair, it would seem that the youngster's got a barely controlled grip on a hefty portion of nervous, restless energy. She doesn't twitch, though, or fidget with anything on her person, but simply falls into stride by Paul. For all that his legs are markedly longer than hers, she keeps up with him rather well. Dane Noth Before you is something from the history of the galaxy itself, a warrior of Mandalore. Wearing the signature armor of that people it has a few dings and dents upon its dark green armored plates to testify to its durability in combat but it seems to still retain all of its deadly weaponry. Upon each orange shoulder plate rests a symbol..one a skull with downturned horns over a white rectangle, the other the symbol of Mandalore itself. Upon each arm is a bracer of dark red sporting various weapons and equipment. The knees are also armored with orange plates, on the side of each a small rectangle with twin depressions. Under it all is a grey suit made from ballistic cloth, sealed at the wrists, ankles and neck. Around the waist is a utility belt of black hide and a low slung quickdraw holster with heavy blaster pistol resting inside. Upon the back of this warrior is a jet pack in similar condition to the rest of the armor, a missle like projection rises from the top of it. A dark green cape is worn just under the pack, short and slung to one side of his six foot four frame. The warrior's head is protected by a dark green helmet with T-shaped black visor rimmed in red. Along the right side of the helmet is a short sight of somekind that is connected to a moveable linkage. Along the left side is a series of small painted on silver rectangles positioned vertically. The warrior moves with a natural grace, his body alert for danger. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => 36T Blaster Carbine => Field Armor => DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Armored case Dane_Noth nods slightly, "I'm ready. What type of vessel will we be traveling on?" Paul opens the doors to the entrance hall and looks back to Dane. "Nothing fancy, just a Lambda class shuttle." [The trio sets off from the hotel, then, and heads for...] Docking Bay 94 Docking Bay 94 is no more than a run-down, beaten patch of steel gouged out ofthe rocky soil. Ship parts, tools, fuel tanks, and droids lay scattered aboutthe massive spaceport. Despite the high steel carbon scored wall that surroundsthe bay, sand still blows in covering anything that remains stationary for toolong. Stairs lead up into the city, while an entrance ramp provides access forlarger vehicles. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Jeralic => STARFIGHTER: Ghtroc Class 720 Freighter -- Chui Ieusi => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Darklighter => STARFIGHTER: Ghtroc Class 720 Freighter -- Bizet -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ast leads to Spaceport Customs Station 1. Paul_Nighman comes east from Spaceport Customs Station 1 Paul_Nighman has arrived. Dane_Noth comes east from Spaceport Customs Station 1 Dane_Noth has arrived. Dane_Noth glances around suspiciously, weapon moving to a more ready position. Paul spots Jeralic and waves slightly. "Relax Dane, that's our ride." Jeralic looks over, seeing Shenner and Paul walk in. When he sees who's with them his hand moves down towards the carbine at his waist. "Gentlemen," Paul speaks up brightly, "may I introduce you to one another?" Jeralic nods. "I think you'd better. And quickly." Dane_Noth watches Jeralic quietly, his weapon staying ready as he gives Paul a slight nod. Looking neutral and businesslike of expression, Shenner accompanies Nighman and the man with them up to the shuttle, and flicks a green gaze between Noth and Jeralic. The kid smirks ever so slightly, but has apparently decided she's going to keep her mouth shut. Simian comes east from Spaceport Customs Station 1 Simian has arrived. Simian says, "Does any one want to buy some weapons?" Dane_Noth glances to Simian, his voice a whisper as he replies, "This is -not- the place..not the time, move along." The group near one of the shuttles includes a slim redheaded kid who is neutrally eyeing three men who seem to be making introductions; the kid just flicks a green-eyed look at the stranger, and says nothing. Simian Before you is a relatively tall bieng. His head looks like a foru tentacled squid. His turquoise eyes are peircing and has leathery skin. He wears a white open-necked, shirt and tailored grey slacks. His feet are covered with a pair of Polished Black shoes. His neck shows scaring that seems to run alond his shoulder and you can see that one shoulder is much lower than the other. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Sword => Slaver Stun Pistol => Q2 Hold-Out Blaster Paul turns to Jeralic and says, "May I introduce to you, Dane Noth, Warrior of Clan D'ael'mor of Mandalore?" He then turns to Dane and reciprocates, "and this is retired Admiral Jeralic Mandragon." He smiles pleasantly and his expression seems to say, "gentlemen, shake hands ... please?" Dane_Noth keeps to the spot, "Admiral of what?" he asks, his voice still a cold whisper. Jeralic says, "Admiral of the New Republic navy. And about twenty years before that, I started out as a helm officer on the Victory class Star Destroyer Triumph." Paul gives Dane a sober look. "Formerly of the New Republic. He came here because Luke Skywalker requested him to ... and being retired, he did not have to. On my honor, I assure you of his trustworthiness." Shenner moves to lean against the shuttle, crossing slender arms along her chest as she waits for the men to finish sizing one another up. Something in the kid's expression suggests impatience, but she's still keeping her mouth shut. Dane_Noth nods to Paul slightly, his attention obviously divided between Simian and Jeralic, "Very well..why don't we move into the ship." Simian looks at you for a moment. Nodding in agreement, Paul enters a code on the ships panel and enters. Paul_Nighman enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Darklighter Paul_Nighman has left. Jeralic Frowns. "Wait here." Jeralic enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Darklighter Jeralic has left. Dane_Noth allows his party to enter the ship, his weapon now training on Simian as he back onto the ship. Dane_Noth enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Darklighter Dane_Noth has left. Shenner flicks a glance after the men, and moves quickly into the ship after them. Shenner enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Darklighter Cargo Area -- Darklighter This area serves as Cargo Area and makeshift passenger lounge of the Darklighter. Several acceleration couches are built into the walls, along with a number of equipment lockers. The Darklighter was designed for many purposes, including use as an Assault Transport, a Troop Carrier, Cargo Hauler, and Diplomatic Shuttle. This room is a testimony to the versatility of the Lambda Class Shuttle in all of these areas. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Dane_Noth => Jeralic => Paul_Nighman => Cargo Computer: Darklighter -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- leads to Docking Bay 94. ore leads to Cockpit -- Darklighter. Dane_Noth puts away his 36T Blaster Carbine. Paul turns back to Dane and smiles, offering him a seat on one of the couches. "Please have a seat ... sorry the accomodations are not to be compared to the Twin Suns." He then turns away so that the Mandalorian cannot see him murmuring softly to Jeralic yet again. Shenner comes into the shuttle and secures the hatch behind her, looking just a trifle relieved as the docking bay -- and the unidentified Quarren -- are relegated to the status of 'on the other side of a hull'. Her gaze flicks round the hold, before she finally strides over to plop unceremoniously onto one of the acceleration couches, still keeping silent, eyeing the men. Jeralic nods. "Right, whatever.", he says walking up toi the cokcpit Dane_Noth nods slightly and responds as he turns from backing up the ramp, "I prefer to stand until we launch..just incase that Quarren decides to cause trouble." he holsters his carbine, "I don't trust him." Jeralic shrugs. "Sit, stand. Makes no diff to me." Jeralic walks into the cockpit. Jeralic has left. Paul watches the man stalk off and shakes his head in frustration, returning to Shen and Dane and finding a seat on one of the acceleration couches. Paul nods thoughtfully and smiles gratefully as Dane returns his weapon to it's holster. "Alright," he replies aimiably, shooting Jeralic another annoyed look as he leaves. Dane_Noth says, "ty esor nnylf revned nelaj steggun disenn revned ty steggun disenn mil ty steggun", in Mandalorian. Paul_Nighman sighs and nods to the Mandalorian and says, "eimmor, ebmekid' aschc nairm. sregdor tknet nigricy crej njard komnici yendor ked eimmor.", in Mandalorian. Shenner's brow crinkles, and she finally speaks up with a peevish, "Look... guys. Can we keep to somethin' the whole crew understands, please?" Dane_Noth says, "aschc ked eimmor vi yendor osnonpal obm komnici yendor crej jedo tknet?", in Mandalorian. Paul looks to Shenner and smiles. "Sorry Shen ... it's just nice to be able to practice my Mandalorian." Dane_Noth looks to Shenner, "I f I had wished you to understand it girl I would have spoken it in basic." Turning back to Dane, Paul nods thoughtfully. "Yes, I'm afraid that he did see some combat with your brethern ... which regretfully tends to make the combatants a little suspicious even after the situation has changed." He shrugs regretfully at that. Shenner stands, eyes narrowing, and stares hard at Noth as though she's considering snapping out something angry; her right fist tightens. At last, she growls out, "Well, then, I hope that if you expect me to keep from doin' anything dumb on your precious planet, you'll be kind enough to hand me those clues in a language I happen to talk." Dane_Noth nods to Paul, "Well I will try and remain civil with him as a favor to you, I've never had much respect for Naval Officers..Mandalorian or no." he glances to Shenner offering her a slight nod, "I will do so, for I have no wish to see you get killed." Paul looks between Shen and Dane and leans forward toward the Mandalorian, his face growing a trifle stern. "Let me clarify something here. Shenner is my assistant, and I would appreciate it if you would show her the same respect that you have graciously shown me. She may be young, but she is brave and loyal and intelligent." He waits for Dane's response, his eyes firm and serious. "I ain't too thrilled about the idea either, pal," replies the girl, to Noth. She starts to say something else -- then abruptly blinks, just a bit, but unmistakably, at Paul's words. She then settles herself carefully back down on the couch she'd just vacated. Dane_Noth chuckles slightly, gesturing with a hand, "Relax relax Nighman..." he glances to her, "She needs to show it to get it. His arms fold, waiting for the girl's angry outburst. Paul looks at the Mandalorian curiously and with a touch of something a little angrier, but he smothers that latter bit well. "Well," he notes softly, looking back at Shenner, "she has already proven it to me several times. What kind of show do you require Dane?" Dane_Noth says, "Respect must be earned not given as an idle gesture or it's no sign of respect at all. " he states, "She will either show it in time or not at all. Either way I would rather have it honestly." Paul leans back and considers the Mandalorians words thoughtfully and watches Shen, waiting to see how she will deal with this challenge. The flush across Shenner's cheeks suggests that Noth has indeed riled the kid's temper; her eyes are still hard and hot, but her tone is remarkably restrained as she drawls, "Well, then, what say you prove to me that you're worthy of _my_ respect, pal?" "Till then," the youngster adds, "if you promise not to call me 'girl', I'll promise not to call you a bantha's netherhole." Paul does his best to stiffle a snigger there. He does a fairly good job of turning it into a cough. Dane_Noth turns to face the girl fully and appraises her, "So far I see her as loyal...passionate and driven, but her rash temper is a danger to herself and others. She's young so I expect she'll grow out of it." Shenner snorts, clearly still irritated, and especially by being discussed in third person. She flips her feet up onto the couch, then, and pointedly avoids looking at either of the men as she reaches into her shirt and pulls forth her ocarina pendant. The girl settles down to begin blowing soft air through the dainty shell, warming it up for some scales. Dane_Noth chuckles slightly, obviously taking great amusement in testing Shenner's temper. Paul watches Shenner with a small grin and then looks back at the Mandalorian, growing more and more interested in the man. He stands up and looking to the two of them he notes, "Alright, well you two can duke it out, I'm just going to check on our ETA. Be right back." Paul_Nighman walks into the cockpit. Paul_Nighman has left. The redheaded girl doesn't bat an eyelash at Paul's departure. Her ocarina, producing a tiny, piping scale, is her only reply. Dane_Noth leans against the wall, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular as he enjoys the silence. Shenner proceeds through varying the same scale through different rhythms and volumes, and finally settles down to actually play the thing in earnest, very softly, sending bare breaths of sound around the hold. Dane_Noth just listens to the music, his foot tapping softly.. The youngster's melody, compared to the girl herself, is incongruously sweet, but then again, the dainty instrument in her hands might be argued to be so as well. But Shenner apparently knows her way with it well enough, as the little ocarina pipes her way through a little tune that makes it sound as if a pair of sleepy baby birds have nestled down near her and are serenading themselves into slumber. Paul_Nighman comes in from the cockpit. Paul_Nighman has arrived. Paul_Nighman enters Cargo Area -- Darklighter Paul sticks in his head first, his expression curious and wary, as if expecting to see the two occupants on the floor wrestling or something. His body follows his head to bring him fully into the cargo hold. Dane_Noth stays slient as not to disturb the girl's song, merely offering Paul a brief nod. Shenner is still parked on her couch, playing the ocarina. Her eyes have closed and her expression is still hard and set, at odds with the little shell's piping voice. Paul almost breathes a sigh of relief, and watching Shen for a moment, he heads over to his guitar case and opens it. He then pauses and considers that perhaps she would rather just play in solitude for a bit. His hands linger over the instrument thoughtfully. "If you wanna play, Paul, don't let me stop yah," comes Shenner's voice suddenly, as she cuts herself off. Paul looks up. "Well, it isn't a question of you stopping me as me interupting you? Or would you like to play together?" Dane_Noth watches Paul open his case wearily but relaxes after he verifies it's contents. As the music stops he just listens to the conversation. Shenner shrugs. "Lemme change instruments." She tucks the ocarina away into her shirt once more, and leans over to open up one of the smaller cargo lockers, into which she's secured her belongings, everything except her own guitar. And she comes up at last with her wooden flute, which she pulls out of its green suede case. Dane_Noth says, "You have many instruments.." Dane_Noth says, "Are they all human ones?" Lifting the guitar from it's case, Paul settles himself on the couch that Shenner had been sitting on and starts tuning it. "I just have a guitar," he murmurs. He considers making some comment on the fact that Dane has lots of instruments too - instruments of death - but he firmly stifles the urge. Shenner cocks an eyebrow, and glances at the warrior as if trying to figure out who exactly he's addressing. "Grathix gave me my guitar; Paul gave me my silver flute and the ocarina. This flute" -- she holds up the wooden one -- "I bought off a little orange guy on Etti IV. You'll have to ask them what race of hands made 'em." Her tone is short, but perhaps her earlier anger has been mellowed by her own music; with that, she lifts the wooden flute to her mouth and starts blowing through it, warming it up with somewhat more care than she had the ocarina. Dane_Noth nods, quietly adding, "My wife used to play. It's not often that I get to hear descent music." Paul's eyebrows raise slightly and he wonders what "used to" connotates. Although uncertain if it is appropriate, his curiosity wins out. "What did she play?" he asks thoughtfully. Shenner pauses, blinking; her face then subtly eases, though she looks startled to have it do so. Perhaps it's due to Noth's words. Dane_Noth motions to the flute slightly, "A flute..much like that one but made of silver..I still have it somewhere." Paul's hands, now finished with the tuning, start to play the strings of the guitar. He plays a gently melodic piece, and despite the size of his hands, his fingers move over the strings nimbly. He has obviously been playing for many years. The melody that breaks the air is soft and melodic, finger picked, and a touch sad, but with a determined edge. Dane_Noth drains all emotion from his voice, "But that was an age and a half ago." he rests his hand on his belt idly and listens once again. Paul's suspicions are confirmed and he softly murmurs, "Sorry," as he plays on. He then watches Shenner, waiting to follow her lead, his hand just playing the song until she is ready. Dane_Noth keeps his emotionless tone as he spouts a practiced line, "Nothing to be sorry about, she died honorably..in battle against the enemies of our people..she fufilled her duty." he speaks, his voice hinitng ever so slightly that he may not believe his own words. Evidently, Dane's words get through to Shenner on a level that surprises her. The kid's eyes turn far less hard and hot, and her only contribution to the conversation is to begin playing her own flute, very softly, very quietly, in a minor key. "Still," Paul notes softly, "it is a terrible loss, regardless of it's circumstances." He considers the Mandalorian thoughtfully. "One is never the same afterward," he adds with a touch of reminiscence. His hands move over the strings to change the melody, to follow Shenner's lead, keeping the guitar's voice light and quiet. Dane_Noth just replies with a small nod, not wishing to interrupt the music again.. Paul turns his head toward Shen and gives her his full attention. He lets her hold the lead and keeps the guitar a soft undercurrent to the birdsong of her flute. Dane_Noth touches his right hand to his chest and whispers briefly, head bowed slightly. It is, perhaps, a lament of sorts that Shenner plays. She gives Noth an awkward glance or two before simply settling down into making music for a while. Paul leans closer to Shen, his eyes locking with hers as they start to create music together. This is a place where despite his years of experience, he always feels on equal ground with the girl. He watches for her cues and smiles despite the melancholy melody that they are weaving throughout the cabin. Dane_Noth studies the two curiously, his posture relaxing slightly but not fully. Quietly he heads to an acceleration couch and takes a seat and continues to listen. Paul's comlink is what finally interupts the music, as Jeralic's voice comes out of it saying, "Hey, do you want to get us the rest of the way there? I need sleep." Paul frowns regretfully and lets the guitar die off gently. He gives the two other occupants a "sorry" shrug and taps the comlink. "Sure thing, I'll be right there." Shenner blinks, trailing off her flute and looking up. She stifles a flash of disappointment, as she nods slowly to Paul. Dane_Noth says, "I'll give you a hand.." he stands, "If you wish."" Paul rises from the couch and places the guitar back in the case. He looks at Shen thoughtfully. "You can play in the cockpit if you want to," he notes. He then looks over to Dane and smiles. "Nyah, thanks though ... we're almost there ... I can handle it just fine." Dane_Noth shrugs slightly, "Very well." and keeps standing. Paul looks to Dane and adds, "Well, if you're really interested ... do you pilot?" Shenner looks uncomfortable now, and says softly, "Y'all go on... don't mind me." Dane_Noth nods, "I can..it's been a while though." Paul nods to Shen and then leans over and touches her shoulder lightly, smiling into her eyes. "Okay, get some rest?" he suggests. He then draws back and looks at Dane. "What do you say I pilot and you can play backseat driver?" Shenner half-grins to Paul, and mutters at him, "G'won..." She curls up on the couch, then, still hanging on to her flute and closing her eyes. Dane_Noth starts for the cockpit, "Fair enough." He offers a nod to Shenner, "Good night." Shenner slits an eye open, and says amiably enough, "Uh... likewise." Dane_Noth walks into the cockpit. Dane_Noth has left. Paul chuckles at the both of you and turns for the cockpit. "Alright, but don't tell Jeralic, he'd have a conniption or something," he jokes lightly. Paul_Nighman walks into the cockpit. Paul_Nighman has left. [End log.]