Log Date:
	4/5/99

Log Cast:
	Kyle, Shenner, Ariani (NPC), Emma (NPC), Karm (NPC), Shenner,
assorted NPC civilians

Log Intro:
	The Residential District of Plaxton City has been razed by the
Imperial forces who have landed on Caspar -- and as a result, countless
civilian homes have been destroyed. Countless civilians have lost their 
lives -- including Shenner's housemate and the Sandbar's lead singer, Rekkie
Sheldon. The rest of the staff and musicians of the bar are homeless as
well, and accordingly, Shen, Karm, Tethra, Aa'leet, Ariani, and Emma have
taken it upon themselves to defend the bar as long as they can, holding it
safe as a resting place for other refugees hastening southward to the more
secure refuge of Trinumvira Base.
	Still, even in the midst of the crisis that has overtaken Caspar,
it's possible to miss what's going on -- as Shen discovers from one young
man who makes it into the Sandbar...

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Kyle walks into the Sandbar quickly, scolding the cold air behind him as if 
  it is likely to hear him. He stays at the doorway for a few moments as he 
  glances around the bar, he rubs his hands together roughly before taking his 
  dataoadd out and looking over it

In normal times, the Sandbar would be fairly deserted at this hour. These, 
  however, are _not_ normal times. Assorted dirty, weary, and bedraggled 
  residents of Plaxton City can be spotted around the room, resting, napping, 
  murmuring to one another in low voices, and occasionally stealing drinks of 
  the water and hot tea and coffee that Ariani and her sister Emma are working 
  to ration out amongst those who have taken refuge in this building.

Also visible in the room are two of the Sandbar's musicians. One of them is 
  Karm, a big black woman usually seen playing the horn, and the other is 
  Shenner, the redheaded guitar player and sometimes lead singer of the group. 
  Karm is on guard at the door, and both she and Shenner are armed; Shenner, 
  at the bar, looks up sharply as the door slides open, and only when she sees 
  that the place isn't about to encroached upon by anyone in Imperial uniforms 
  does she relax somewhat and eye the newcomer steadily. "Bar's open," she 
  calls over, dryly. "You need anything?"

Kyle takes a look at the different residents in the bar, frowning slightly as 
  he watches them for a few seconds. He then looks up to the woman behind the 
  bar and smiles as he heads over to the bar, being careful not to step over 
  anyone in the bar, "Umm just a water please...not really into any of those 
  other things" he says as he reaches the bar

Kyle
Before you you see a young man that is about 5'9. He isnt chubby and is pretty 
  skinny but more on the average side. His face has a serious tone on it and 
  his eyes seem to scan the room, studying everything it sees. His face is 
  clean shaven and his hair is combed to the right with a little up turn in 
  the front. He is wearing a pair of black pants with a pair of leather boots 
  as his shoes. He is wearing a black business shirt, with a black sports coat 
  over it.

"Water we've got, still, at least for now," Shenner says gruffly. "If you got 
  a canteen on ya, you'd better fill it up as long as the supply lines are 
  intact." The young musician-turned-guard looks the newcomer up and down, and 
  when she spies no canteen, she turns and fetches one of the clean glasses 
  remaining behind the bar and fills it up. "Here ya go, though, pal."

Kyle smiles and takes the glass of water and takes a quick drink from it, 
  "Thanks a million" he galnces around the bar again, "I just arrived here on 
  Caspar from the Kichnar Orbital Station. Can you tell me a bit more of what 
  has happened around here? It has been a really long time since I set foot on 
  this rock...a really long time"

The young woman behind the bar frowns, and peers at the newcomer, her dark red 
  eyebrows arching over her intent green eyes. "You're kiddin' me, right?" she 
  asks, half in sarcasm, half in disbelief. "Ain't you been listening to the 
  news nets, buddy? We're at _war_."

Kyle seems a bit stunned as he hears that, "At..war? With who? What has 
  happened so far?" He keeps bombarding you with question after question as 
  his curiousity takes over him

"How the -kark- did you manage to miss..." Apparently, the redhead is stunned. 
  Then she shakes it off, muttering, "Never mind," more or less to herself. 
  And at last she goes on, leaning against her side of the bar and pinning the 
  young man before her with a level green stare. "It's the Empire. They've got 
  a herd of ships up there" -- and she points skyward -- "and a herd of troops 
  planetside trying to take over the place. If you came here from the starport 
  you might have missed some of the damage, but they've been tearing up the 
  city. I _strongly_ suggest, pal, that you try makin' for Trinumvira Base. 
  They're takin' in civilians down there."

Kyle stays silent as he continues to think to himself quietly, "I see..." he 
  manages to get out, "This is horrible...does the Casparian Military need any 
  help?"

Although she doesn't actually _say_ it, Shenner's expression might be 
  translated to read 'Well, duh.' The faces of the nearest displaced city 
  residents, as bits and pieces of her conversation reach them, reflect the 
  same weary resignation, though only a few faces have the sharp alertness of 
  the redhead at the bar. What she _does_ say, blunt and direct as a club to 
  the head, is "They can use all the help they can get. So can everybody on 
  the planet."

Kyle hmmms and nods slightly, "I see...I wish I could help somehow...I am not 
  very good with piloting...almost crashed a ship once..and my ground skils 
  are...not to good either. I was actually a diplomat trainee when I was last 
  here...my teacher...disappeared while I was in training and I decided to 
  take a few excursions"

In the last few days, Shenner's gotten an earful of a lot of people's life 
  stories; unlike Ariani, though, she's not a bartender by trade, and so she's 
  not exactly accustomed yet to having people blurt out the details of their 
  personal lives to her just because she's standing behind the bar. Her nose 
  crinkles a bit as she tries to figure out what to say, and she settles for, 
  "Er, well, pal, at the moment diplomatic training don't mean _jack_. If 
  you're not a soldier, though, there's a lot of hungry and tired beings who 
  can still use help getting safely to the base." She waves a hand around the 
  bar, indicating the scattering of men and women and children and aliens. 
  "We're holding it safe enough, but there ain't no telling when the Empire's 
  gonna take a walker through here and crush the place flat."

Kyle cringes slightly at the emntioning of a walker, "I see...well...I am sure 
  the city will hold out for awhile...hopefully at least" he then extends his 
  hand outward" I am sorry..I never introduced myself properly, the name's 
  Kyle Devioler"

"Shen Veery." The redhead takes and shakes the proffered hand; her own, 
  slender though it may be, is callused and her grip is as firm as her gaze. 
  "So the shuttle's still running between here and the station?"

Kyle nods slightly as he releases your hand, "Yes it is still going 
  through..not sure how long it will last before it gets knocked ot of the sky 
  but it is working perfectly"

Shenner blows out a breath, shoving a hand through her hair. Most of it is 
  caught up behind her head in a braid, but still, there's loose strands that 
  have escaped it to fall across her eyes, and these she reflexively pushes 
  out of her line of sight. "I'm surprised they haven't shut off that line of 
  transport, yean. Last I heard, ain't no ships getting out of the system, but 
  I think I'd rather be down here than up there anyway."

Kyle nods in agreement, "How many ships are up there anyways? I am guessing 
  probably thrity capital ships or so in a blockade..." he looks skywards for 
  a few moments, "You don't think they will do an orbital bombing do you?"

"Damned if I know," says Shenner tiredly, casting a look around the room in 
  what may well be reflexive action as well, counting faces awake and asleep, 
  mentally noting as well the status of the hard-eyed black woman with her gun 
  at the door. She speaks softly, as if not wanting to unnecessarily worry 
  anybody in earshot -- though that very question has already been murmured 
  uneasily by the refugees holed up in the bar. "They might, if our ground 
  troops hold out. Which is why we gotta get these people to a safer location 
  as fast as possible."

Kyle smiles and takes another drink from his water, "I am sure to help out 
  with that...won't be to hard to move people to the base. So what do you do 
  for a living? Or what did you used to do?"

Shenner's mouth curls up faintly on one side. "I'm with the band." She flicks 
  a thumb at Karm, the woman at the door. "So's she. I was also takin' classes 
  at the U, till they shut down."

Kyle nods slightly, "The band eh? Must be fun. Never was able to play an 
  instrument..took lessons once but..sounded horrible...so you two have become 
  the guards of this place right?"

"Well, Karm and me and Tethra and Aa'leet," Shenner answers tersely. She 
  flicks a hand again, this time in the direction of the bartender Ariani, 
  making the rounds of the room and quietly surveying the needs of the most 
  battered-looking of the beings of various races resting as best they can 
  amongst the tables and booths. "We're taking turns."
Shenner goes on, "Ariani and her sister, too." The sister, Emma, is also 
  pointed out; the young waitress has a child in her lap and appears to be 
  singing the little one a lullaby, barely audible from her place across the 
  room.

Kyle nods a few times as he looks to where you point towards, "This place has 
  changed tons since when i last came here...where has the main damage been 
  done to here on Caspar?"

"Pick a locale," Shenner drawls, though the casual tone is offset by her dark 
  expression. There's no smile on her face, and no humor in her eyes. "They've 
  been hitting the countryside as well as the city. The residential district's 
  been zorched -- which is why a lot of these folks are here." She nods her 
  disheveled russet head at the room at large.

Kyle nods slightly as he looks towards the doorway, "Residential area? 
  Gees...those Imps have no heart at all do they...hopefully we will be ready 
  for their next move and catch them off guard"

Very faintly, Shenner smiles at that 'we'; she doesn't know this young man, 
  this Kyle, very well. Nor is she a trusting sort by nature. But she's seen 
  the look on his face at the news she's presented, and something about that 
  one simple pronoun coaxes forth that slight smile from the redheaded 
  musician, a small sign of appreciation for the sentiment.
Still, though, the smile doesn't reach her eyes. Nor does it show in her voice 
  as she says simply, grimly, "Yeah... I hope so too."

[End log.]