Log Date:
	2/3/99

Log Cast:
	Hardin, Bork, Ariani (NPC), Shenner

Log Intro:
	Shenner has settled well into her classes at the University of
Caspar -- but as it happens, she has as of late attracted the attentions of
a couple of ne'er-do-wells who are bent on extracting information from
her -- Wil and Tegger, the thieves that the swordsman Jairen had once made
short work of in the Sandbar. Wil, determined to get his revenge on the one
who humiliated him, has been stealthily observing Shenner and has realized
that she seems to see Jairen every so often... and is convinced that she can
reveal Jairen's whereabouts.
	Finding Jairen, though, has thus far proven impossible for the
young musician, even as Wil and Tegger's being on her tail has brought her
to the attention of one Gavin Hollister... who has managed to get quickly
in under Shen's radar by not only alerting her to their presence, but also
by revealing that he works for Leia Organa-Solo. What disturbs Shen about
Gavin, however, is that the man is quite attractive... and apparently quite
interested in her welfare... and apparently interested in protecting her.
	The thought's enough to set off all kinds of alarm bells in Shen's
head, for Shen can't help but think of a certain Corellian who met all of
those parameters. But still, her friends can't help but express their worry 
that she might be in trouble... even as a stranger makes the mistake of
offering his assistance to Shen at exactly the wrong time.

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Hardin enters the Sandbar.
Hardin has arrived.
Hardin looks at you for a moment.

Bork walks into the bar, donning his usual red cloak. Over his right breast 
  is a lapel pin that could be identified by those with the knowledge of that 
  of the StarShield, more specifically the diplomatic division. His hands are 
  folded behind his back as he enters, and he proceeds to the bar with a quick 
  stride. "Not really in the mood for anything more than water today..." He 
  wipes some sweat from his brow as he speaks with the tender.

Bork
Standing here is a male humanoid dressed in a flowing red robe. The robe is 
  non-descript, bearing no official mark. His eyes are hued a green colour, 
  his lips the normal red.. He is wearing a pair of brown boots on his feet. 
  His hair is coloured a blond color. He also has a ring upon his left ring 
  finger, which is comprised of a stone that is hued cyan.

"No problem, pal," is Ariani's steady reply. Water is provided. It's still 
  fairly early in the Sandbar, so most of the regular patrons aren't in yet; 
  in immediate view is only a redheaded young woman at the bar, leaning over a 
  datapad, green eyes intent with concentration. She's got a half-eaten 
  sandwich in front of her, and a half-drunk cup of coffee.

Bork smiles and nods, taking a sip of from the glass. He glances around the 
  area, noting the red haired woman. He then taps his foot a bit, looking down 
  to the floor before turning up to Ariana. "Tell you what.." He glances to 
  the woman once again. "Make that a sandwich, also. Whatever you serve around 
  here in the sandwich department is fine -- I'm fairly new."

The bartender nods unruffledly, saying, "We got fresh bread and nerf and a 
  few different kinds of cheese in today, be right back." Ariani affably 
  inclines her head, and steps off into the little kitchen behind the bar. Her 
  departure gets a glance from the redhead; Shenner then peers at the door and 
  the bar at large, before reaching for her coffee.

Bork hums a tune, looking over to Shenner with quite a bit of interest. He 
  gives a casual wave and nod. "Hi there." He says in quite a business-like 
  tone.

The redhead looks up again, dark brows crooking over her green eyes for a 
  moment, and she replies calmly. "Hiya."

Bork takes a sip of his water before continuing. He glances to the kitchen, 
  tapping his foot a bit impatiently. He glances to his arm, only to find that 
  he left his watch somewhere, perhaps at home. A nervous gesture, no doubt. 
  He continues to whistle... "La de da de da..."

It doesn't take too long; Ariani soon returns with a freshly made sandwich, 
  presenting it on a small platter. "Enjoy," she says companionably.

Bork smiles and nods, throwing a few credits on the table. "Merci." He 
  replies, raising the sandwich to his mouth. He takes a dainty bite, chewing 
  slowly. He takes a sip of water, glancing around the bar once more as if 
  dissatisfied with the lack of action. He chuckles to himself for some 
  unknown reason, and then takes another chomp.

The redhead, indifferent, or at any rate obviously preoccupied, taptaps away 
  on the little keyboard of her datapad, in between chugging down mouthfuls of 
  her coffee. Eventually the bartender settles down to replenish the younger 
  woman's coffee, and says to her evenly, "So, Shen..."

Bork sips from his coffee, observing the goings on with interest. He raises a 
  brow as the bartender speaks, looking away from the two every few seconds in 
  an attempt to discourage the group from noticing his interest.

To this, the redhead looks warily up. "Yeah?"

"When you going to tell me what's going on with those two jerks who were 
  following you?" Ariani's not talking very loudly, but her expression is 
  firm, tempered by a concern lurking around the edges of her eyes.

Bork places his feet up quite casually on a nearby stool, observing the 
  conversation with even more interest. He does not speak, only taking a bite 
  of his sandwich as he intently listens, stopping all futile efforts to make 
  it unobvious he is eavesdropping.

The two women don't appear to notice they're getting observed -- or at any 
  rate, perhaps they don't care. It is, after all, a bar, and it's difficult 
  to converse right there _at_ the bar in private. Shenner looks up from her 
  datapad, frowning lightly at the older woman, and gruffly informing her, "I 
  told Hollister I had it under control; what more do you need to know?"

"Well, for starters, they tried anything else, kid?" Ariani asks, with the 
  sort of control to her voice that suggests that she's doing a fine job of 
  hiding the fact that she's _very_ anxious.

Hardin walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Hardin has left.

Bork frowns a bit, muttering something extremely softly under his breath. If 
  either of the people are listening intently, they can hear something about 
  rascals and Caspar and a lack of order and law. He takes another bite of his 
  sandwich, interested in nothing but the conversation now. He sips from his 
  water as he observes.

Shenner sighs, shoving a lean pale hand back through her tousled hair, and 
  then pinning Ariani with a considering look. "No," she says roughly after a 
  moment or two, "they ain't."

The bartender accepts this, and in low voices, the two women continue their 
  grudging conversation. Ariani seems bent on milking out of the girl with the 
  datapad all the details she can on the two miscreants under discussion; 
  equally bent is Shenner on insisting that nothing too amiss has occurred, or 
  is likely to.

Bork sips from his water, yawning a bit, quite audibly, as he listens. He goes 
  back to his manic foot-tapping, still trying to listen to the conversation.

The foot-tapping, eventually, catches both of the women's attention. Shenner 
  snaps her gaze around, starting to scowl, while Ariani thrusts out a hand as 
  if to silence the younger female. "Is there anything I can help ya with, 
  pal?" the bartender inquires mildly.

Bork chuckles a bit, fiddling with his insignia. "No ma'am, just found your 
  conversation quite interesting. If you're having problems, I'd be happy to 
  help myself, or inlist one of the guards at the StarShield to escort you 
  while you remain on this planet." His gaze shifts to Shenner.

This, bizarrely enough, seems to greatly amuse Ariani. The bartender just 
  barely keeps from restraining herself from grinning, while Shenner, in the 
  meantime, rivets her narrow-eyed stare on the man in the red robe. "I 
  _don't_ need an escort," she says shortly, and just barely on the good side 
  of polite, she adds grudgingly, "... thanks."

Bork nods a bit, casually sipping from his water. "Very well. I just thought 
  maybe you were in danger. But, I sure shouldn't underestimate you. Might be 
  a master of Kung Fu, or perhaps have a heavy blaster hidden their 
  somewhere." He grins. "Such things I've come to experience. If you have any 
  additional problems and feel that your mind has changed, feel free to reach 
  me, I'll probably be hanging around here." He takes a bite of his sandwich.

From the look of the redheaded girl's clothing, it's doubtful she's got a 
  blaster hidden on her person; there just isn't anywhere obvious to hide one, 
  at least not one very large. Shenner scowls, eying the stranger, and growls 
  out with as much politeness as she can manage, "I. Won't change. My mind. 
  Thank you."

All at once, Ariani bursts out laughing, and turns round to Bork once more. 
  "I'm going to have to offer you a drink on the house, pal, you're the first 
  person I've seen who's managed to make that kind of offer to Shen without 
  her cleaning your clock."

Bork steps from his seat and bows, chuckling a bit. He quickly sits back down. 
  "Mercy, no doubt." He finishes his sandwich. "Quite good."

Shenner glowers at Ariani, saying sharply, "Don't you give me banthashit for 
  tryin' to do what you told me, kark it, 'Ani...!"

Ariani only laughs louder, and says cheerfully to Bork, "Thanks. So what else 
  can I getcha?"

Bork chuckles, holding up his hand. "Nothing, thanks." He then reconisders. 
  "Actually, could you use my free tab to get that nice dear something? Very 
  strong alcohol, preferabely." He grins, giving a wink to the bartender.

Shenner's pale features turn rather livid, and with pointed aggravation, she 
  slams her attention back onto her datapad. Ariani, eyes twinkling, informs 
  Bork, "She gets her drinks here free, but I'll thank you for the thought, 
  since I don't think Shen will."

Bork nods a bit towards the bartender. He turns to Shenner. "I don't 
  underestimate you at all, dear. Just offering my help -- unless you've got a 
  whole bunch of weaponry there, you're prone to attackers. I respect your 
  decision, though." He sips from his water, finishing it off.

Shenner, if anything, glowers harder at the 'my dear', while Ariani just rolls 
  her eyes lightly and steps off to pour up a drink for a new customer just 
  come in, waving at her for her attention. Not looking up from her datapad, 
  on whose helpless keys she's now pounding away with surprising force for 
  those slender fingers of hers, she growls, "I have it under control."

Bork nods a bit, seemingly understanding. "I'll see you around then." He turns 
  to the bartender. "And... thank you for such a good time." He deposits his 
  empty glass on the table, his plate also. He then stands from his bench, and 
  heads with the same stride that he entered with, out the door.
Bork walks out of the Sandbar and the door closes automatically.
Bork has left.

[End log.]