Log Date:
	5/9/98

Log Cast:
	Tarroc D'agor, Shenneret Veery, Rivadar, Meileani

Log Intro:
	Recent days on Calamari have brought the bemused Shenner an
unexpectedly returning antagonist... a man she'd last seen as an Imperial
officer on Etti IV. But they've also brought her an unexpected possible
friend, Commodore Tarroc D'agor, who's appeared concerned for her welfare
along with being interested in her music. Shenner has been grateful for
the man's solicitude even if it makes her uneasy for reasons she can't
quite fathom -- bringing out the half-formed memory that for some reason
she can no longer quite remember, she'd been wanting to avoid NR personnel.
Still, though, she's keeping to her busking haunts, and sooner or later
NR personnel on the lookout for her are bound to find her in such public
places....

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Tarroc arrives from North Coral Avenue.
Tarroc has arrived.
Tarroc drifts back into the city square, reading a datapadd as he goes. 
  Unfortunately, he isn't quite as lucky as he was the night before -- he 
  doesn't make it too far into the area before running into a significantly 
  larger Mon Cal. Tarroc manages to retain his footing; unfortunately, the 
  datapadd drops at his feet. The Mon Cal seems to be a rather amicable as 
  Tarroc apologizes, perhaps recognizing him, and the latter collects his padd 
  and continues along.

        Come ye now (no I fear thee)
        Did I say that I would lead thee?
        (We have walked too far this night, out beyond the firelight!)
        Come ye now (no I fear thee)
        Come with me, for I will take ye
	Dancing now with all my brothers
	I am real! And like the others!

In much the same spot in the square she'd been in the last time she'd been out 
  singing, the young musician Shenner is parked on a blanket, with her big 
  guitar in her lap, and she's belting out something in a fast, fey tempo, 
  singing at the top of well-modulated lungs. There's a small knot of 
  passersby gathered near her, listening with apparent appreciation.

Tarroc frowns deeply, the music carrying on the night breeze. He stows the 
  datapadd, making his way up behind the crowd. His hands drop reflexively 
  into his pockets and he stands by, listening intently.

        Yes they're real, no you told me
        Yes, I said, you should believe me
	Now we have you, wrapped in darkness
        Now we keep you, never leaving
        Trade your life for not believing!

The girl's voice rises on the word 'believing', soaring on a high note, before 
  she charges through what's apparently a final chorus, her guitar laying down 
  frenetically plucked minor chords.

        Steele and maille and gilded crossbow
        Feather of the ancient windbird
        Wide as wonder, tall as starlight
        Lords of earth, and lords of fire
        Life the love that they desire
        Lords of earth and lords of fire
        Life the love that they desire...!

Tarroc keeps his arms folded over his chest, tilting his head to the side 
  slightly as the song seems to draw to a close. He tries to find a way to 
  pick his way through the crowd without disturbing anyone, and decides this 
  is impossible, so stays where he is. He can't help but tap a foot to the 
  rythym, however.

The song ends... and with a smattering of applause, the little knot of people 
  between them drop several credits into the musician's open guitar case. 
  Shenner grins crookedly and calls out, "Thank you. Thanks. You like this, 
  I'll be here a while and tell your friends. Thank you." The little crowd 
  starts moving off about their business as Shenner doesn't seem inclined to 
  start singing again; at the moment, the girl grabs a small bottle at her 
  side and gulps down a mouthful of its contents.

Tarroc drifts up to the front after the crowd begins to dissipate, dropping in 
  a few credits himself. He chuckles politely, commenting, "So much for 
  keeping a low profile, huh?"

Shenner looks up, and smirks softly, but not entirely unkindly. "Well, I gotta 
  eat, pal. 'Sides -- if I sing loud enough and get a big enough audience, 
  makes it tougher to do anything stupid."

Tarroc rubs his chin after stifling a yawn, then asks, "Well, they serve 
  decent enough food in the barracks," he pauses, then comments further, 
  "Wasn't able to pull up much on that fellow..."

Shen's eyebrows quirk up, and she shrugs indifferently in regards to barracks 
  food, before going on, "Not too much to tell; I told you what I know about 
  the guy already, and your guys all know what I know about Etti IV in 
  general." She doesn't look particularly surprised that Tarroc went looking; 
  her demeanor is still quite calm, as she shifts the guitar in her lap.

Tarroc nods slowly, considering for a long few moments before he continues 
  along his tangent. "Well, you've certainly helped us out enough that if 
  living's tough, and I'd imagine it could be on what you'd make out here 
  playing, you could always take up residence at the garrison." He adds almost 
  as an afterthought, "Safer there, too."

Shen stills a moment, eying the man before her, before she says consideringly, 
  "I got me a place already. But thanks." She doesn't seem entirely surprised 
  that Tarroc seems to have discovered something of who she is, though her 
  gaze grows somewhat warier.

Rivadar arrives from North Coral Avenue.
Rivadar has arrived.
Rivadar heads east toward the Market District.
Rivadar has left.

Tarroc nods succinctly, raising his eyes to the sky for a moment before 
  looking back to the young woman, "Well, the offer stands if things get a 
  little rough. You haven't seen him around again, have you...?"

"No," is Shenner's cool reply, her gaze remaining on Tarroc, searchingly.

"Damn," he mutters, shaking his head, "This is definately not the kind of 
  thing I'm supposed to be worrying about. And I can't find the people who 
  should be..."

Rivadar enters the square, just arriving from the busy market district.
Rivadar has arrived.
Rivadar strolls southward on Coral Avenue.
Rivadar has left.
Rivadar walks in from South Coral Avenue.
Rivadar has arrived.
Rivadar heads northward up Coral Avenue.
Rivadar has left.

Shenner's mouth quirks in something somewhere between a smirk and a smile. 
  "You don't need to be worryin' about me, pal."

Tarroc blinks, then laughs lightly, "Alright, then I'll be worrying about New 
  Republic security, okay?"

"Yeah, well." Shen takes another swing of the bottle she's still holding one 
  hand, and considers Tarroc.

Meileani walks in from the north, hands deeply snugged into her jacket pockets 
  and a deep frown of concentration upon her face. A few of the less nervy 
  pedestrians take care to step out of her way, while a few of the more snooty 
  New Republic diplomats sneer faintly at the scruffy woman who isn't 
  particularly watching where she is walking.

Tarroc sighs deeply and takes out a comm-link, leaning on the same tree as the 
  night before. He punches a few keys on it, then lifts it to speak, "Have you 
  seen her yet?" He asks simply, then continues, "Not at the Council building? 
  Alright, keep in touch."

Shen glances at Tarroc as he moves, then leans over her guitar again, checking 
  the tuning of the strings. The girl's expression turns slightly darker as 
  the man's attention distracts, something wary remaining in her face and 
  frame.

"So," Tarroc begins, seeming to be genuinely interested, "Did you have a 
  teacher, or were you self taught?"

Shen doesn't answer that immediately; there's a pause of a second or two 
  before she speaks, and when she does, there's an ever so slightly brittle 
  cheerfulness to her tone. "Taught myself, mostly. I can play just about 
  anything I get my hands on." The girl proclaims this straightforwardly, as 
  if she were commenting on the weather.

Tarroc nods again then smiles, perhaps recollecting, "My mother taught me how 
  to play when I was fairly young. Still have my guitar in my quarters on the 
  Alderaan," he comments, "I pass it by a lot, though I think when things cool 
  down a bit I might give it a shot again."

Shenner smiles, but only slightly, glancing in the direction of Tarroc and the 
  tree. "It passes the time," she says, her voice a trifle gruff.

Tarroc states flatly, "Most of the time, it doesn't feel like there are enough 
  hours in the day. One of these days, though," he sighs resignedly, knowing 
  that 'one of those days' might not arrive for years to come, if at all.

"I'd give you a few of mine if I could," Shenner remarks shortly, testing the 
  altered tuning of her instrument with a strummed chord. Her gaze turns back 
  down to the guitar, a critical creasing to her brow.

"They'd get wasted on paperwork, disciplinary actions, and boring meetings, 
  trust me," he comments dryly, shifting his weight from one foot to the 
  other, "Neither of us would come away the better."

Shenner makes a small snort of a noise, not offering any further commentary. 
  Perhaps this girl, who seems rather eloquent with her guitar, isn't 
  particularly conversational when unaccompanied by music. And as if to prove 
  this out, she starts strumming softly, even as she abruptly asks, "So. You 
  wanna hear me play somethin' else, ask me somethin' else, or you just here 
  to breathe fresh air?" She doesn't quite turn back around to ask this, and 
  the set of her shoulders is still cautious, as if she can't quite fathom why 
  someone of Tarroc's ilk is still in her vicinity.

Tarroc blinks, chewing on his lower lip for a few moments. He doesn't say 
  anything at first, then manages to stammer out, "Uhr, s-sorry about that, 
  just trying to be personable... I'll, uhr.. see you later..." He runs a 
  finger through his hair and then turns to leave.

"Ah, hells," the girl mutters, then waves at the man. "Sorry, pal, sorry, I 
  don't mean to bite your head off..."
Shenner blows out a self-annoyed sigh, striking a jangled chord on her 
  instrument.

Tarroc stops and looks back, chuckling slightly to himself. "Don't worry about 
  it... just... be careful, okay? I have to go track a few people down." He 
  says this with what seems to be genuine concern, turning and walking off 
  briskly now.

"Yeah," says the girl, smiling crookedly, if not entirely convincingly. "Don't 
  mind me... I ain't exactly... the best source of manners in the galaxy. 
  Anyway."

Tarroc lingers for a few more moments, "Eh, you make up for it. See you 
  around." With that, he finally dissappears among what little crowd is 
  milling around the square.

Tarroc heads northward up Coral Avenue.
Tarroc has left.

[End log.]