Log Date:
	6/25/99

Log Cast:
	Jamiro, D2 (NPC droid emitted by Troy), Ignis, Shenner, Luke, Ryan,
Titus, Kartijan, Jairen

Log Intro:
	Shenner's life has taken a rather tumultous turn out of its previously
fairly placid state, in that arguments with Jairen and Webb have had 
surprising results from both men. The swordsman has bestowed upon Shenner
an enormous book full of songs in the musical notation of his homeworld,
a gift which has shocked her to her very core, but also more than made
up for what caused her argument with him in the first place. And then there's
Webb. Following her argument with him, she'd locked herself in her quarters
and gotten herself quietly drunk with a nothing but a copy of _Thieves of
the Sacred Scrolls_ for company -- but this didn't stop Webb from entering
her apartment courtesy of her bedroom window anyway. And to her shock, Shen
found herself asking him to stay the night with her. That the soldier had
in fact done so, and kissed her the next morning, is a turn of events which
Shenner is still struggling to fathom.
	In the middle of all this, though, it's a breath of fresh sunlit air
to discover that a friend has come back to Caspar -- arguably the most safe
human male in the galaxy, as far as Shenner is concerned, none other than
Luke Skywalker...

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You walk into Fountain Square.
Fountain Square - Plaxton City
        The huge buildings in the background threaten to take over this small 
  patch of green that is the center of Plaxton City. A stone fountain -still 
  in place from another time- sits in the center of the square. It depicts a 
  young woman looking into the sky. Water flares around her and bursts into a 
  star pattern ten feet above her head. The inscription at the base of the 
  fountain is written in the aging language of a more romantic time. 
  'Farewell, for all journeyers that leave this place shall always return to 
  call it home.'
        Newly planted, lush trees now dominate the square, shading the area 
  from the afternoon sky above is filled with rain clouds as light rain falls. 
  Dark bushy leaves cover the branches, offering shade for the ground below. 
  Patches of well maintained grass surround the base of the trees, allowing 
  space for visitors to relax or picnic. The central, most famous area of 
  Plaxton City, seems to become more and more park-like with the frequent 
  additions and maintnence. A pair of Marines quietly watch over the area.
                 -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Real Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Luke
=> Ignis
=> D2
=> Jamiro
=> IGNews Terminal - Caspar
=> Mail Terminal: Caspar
                  -=-=-=-=-=<<Visible exits>>=-=-=-=-=-
 <SA>ndbar leads to The Sandbar.
 <S>outh leads to South Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City.
 <E>ast leads to East Blake St. - Plaxton City.
 <N>orth leads to North Mergansar Ave. - Plaxton City.
 <W>est leads to West Blake St. - Plaxton City.

Jamiro is standing next to the Sandbar's entrance

D2 makes its way into the square. He has drapped about him, several articals, 
  and bags. It would seem that a few sales people took liberties when they 
  sold there wares to the droid.

From the datapad in Ignis hand comes a small and faint mechanical and monotone 
  voice which only those close to her could likely hear. "Confirmed. 46 
  Degrees. ... Confirmed. 53 Degrees. ... Status: Difficulty 17. Total Errors: 
  1. Saving. Next level. Scrambling. Reducing temperature differences. Begin." 
  Ignis' fingers begin feeling over the datapad again although only the 
  closest people to her at the western edge of the square would have heard the 
  almost inaudible voice. She seems quite preoccupied in her attentions, and 
  her surface thoughts would confirm that for once... it isn't just an 
  appearance but the truth.

With the deliberate moves of a drowsy jungle-cat, Jamiro braces a foot back 
  against the supporting wall and folds his arms in front of his chest. His 
  pensive dark gaze tracks the black-clad youth in sub-conscious analysis.

The collar of her jacket turned up against the rain, her leather satchel at 
  her side water-spattered but closed to protect the contents within, Shen 
  Veery makes her way into the square from North Mergansar. The young musician 
  sidesteps to avoid a passing youth on a swoop, and then strides 
  light-footedly into the square. She's en route for the Sandbar -- 
  unsurprisingly.

Dressed in his usual black Jedi attire, Luke Skywalker approaches the fountain 
  square from the east, his gait easy and casual. A good night's rest has done 
  away with any lingering space lag from his last trip, and his conversation 
  with Webb has helped disway the fears he was harboring before. So the face 
  he presents to the Caspar crowds is friendly and open as he steers toward 
  the fountain, spotting once again the blind, cowled woman who has sparked 
  his curiosity. He approaches her slowly, trying hard not to make his 
  presence threatening in any way.

D2 does not curse at the rain, though it could in a mind buggling amount of 
  different languages, it just trudges on towards the Sand Bar it would appear.

As if just noticing the light rain that patters on the pavement, Luke brushes 
  at his damp hair and gives it an annoyed look as water droplets fall into 
  his eyes. He blinks them away and goes to the fountain where Ignis is 
  sitting, peering curiously over her shoulder at the object in her hand. He 
  clears his throat, hoping that's enough to announce his presence, and giving 
  her a chance to ignore him if she chooses to do so.

"Confirmed. 46 Degrees. ... Confirmed. 49 Degrees. ... Confirmed. 52 Degrees. 
  ..." The faint voice from the datapad continues to intone its results as 
  Ignis taps away carefully at the pad. Any bypassers who happened to look at 
  the pad with normal eyes would just see a seemingly blank screen, but to 
  Ignis, the screen is actually a patchwork blanket of various temperatures to 
  enhance her practice with noting different temperatures, and the rain 
  doesn't even seem to be effecting it, oddly enough. Not really sure why she 
  took up the task of doing this, Ignis still finds it good practice, and 
  definately something to fill the time till she can ever find Shenner or 
  these other people she was told might be able to help her. Little does she 
  know just how close she has crossed paths with one of those she's looking 
  for. As Ignis hears Luke's slight cough, she looks up towards the noise, 
  pressing a button at the bottom of the pad which illicits a "Paused" from 
  the pad. Much better than yesterday when D2 interrupted her and caused her 
  to make that one error still in the pads memory. A faint smile crosses her 
  lips, but it lacks the overly friendly overtones of recognition.

As Shenner comes into range of the middle of the square, her voice is the 
  first herald of her approach as she sings under her breath: "... carved from 
  out the finest wood and strung with silver string, only mortal trust or 
  Faerie dust can make a fiddle sing..." It's soft but clear, that low 
  carrying voice of hers. In short order, she's swinging near the fountain and 
  closer to the Sandbar, green eyes intent, russet hair turned nearly brown by 
  the rain, the silver clasp on the end of her braid glinting against the 
  otherwise gray sort of weather.

"Is that a game?" Luke asks quietly, since Ignis turns toward him in 
  recognition of his presence. His voice is light and friendly, and probably 
  familiar from the day before, as he slides onto the edge of the fountain 
  near her. "I've never seen one like that," he notes, and draws breath to add 
  to the sentence before he's cut off by a voice that is familiar to him. 
  Distracted even before he realizes what he's come across, he glances away, 
  running fingers back through his rain-soaked hair and blinking into the dim 
  drizzle. "Shenner," he breathes, stunned.

D2 stops about halfway, and checks his baggage. "Oh My!...I've forgotten to 
  get the food ordered." D2, stops his course. It appears it is making a 
  decision. After a few moments it appears that the processors came up with a 
  agreeable course of action. He waddles back to the course he was on and 
  keeps a steady pace towards the Sand Bar.

Curiousity and a trained eye for possible sources of trouble move the Marine 
  to get a better point of view of the youth in black. He veers away from the 
  wall, shaking the rain from his braids before he slowly starts to move around 
  the Square. Jamiro doesn't seem to be in much of a hurry and takes his time 
  to inspect the scenery, paying special attention to open windows, concealing 
  shadows and other inconspicuous places that could be used as an ambush or 
  hide-out. Once every few moments he checks the scene near the fountain from 
  the corner of an eye.

The friendly smile on Ignis' face widens at the possibility that what she's 
  doing is a game, taking on a touch of amusement. She arches a brow ever so 
  slightly... an expression that likely wouldn't be done by your typical blind 
  person. With amusement touching her voice too, she replies to the slim 
  figure just recently sitting next to her, "You probably haven't seen one 
  like it probably because it isn't a game." At the faint whisper of Shenner's 
  name, Ignis' words stop, the smile fades slightly to be replaced with 
  concentration and she turns instinctively turns her head towards the 
  pedestrians in the wet mess in the square, wondering where this illusive 
  character is that she hasn't been able to find at the Sandbar lately.

Ryan enters the square from the west.
Ryan has arrived.

Rather louder now, the singing voice can be heard to be belting out more of 
  the words to "Faerie Queen" -- though without the full force of the Womprats 
  and their instruments to back her up, the song lacks something of its usual 
  punch. Shen winds up cutting herself off, however, when her half-automatic 
  course very nearly makes her collide with the droid busily progressing 
  towards the Sandbar's front entrance. "We each shall play and I will say 
  which -- whaaa!" Suddenly, she's stopped singing, leaping back a step or two 
  to keep from getting her boot toes run over by the droid. She barks out 
  gruffly at D2, "Watch it there, will ya?"

D2
D2 is not your typical protical droid. He is the standard tall and thin droid. 
  His two bright visual sensors shin brightly, against the black and green 
  markings of the droid. He has a very human look to him, except, if possible 
  this droid is more paniky then they are normaly. He carries the markings of 
  McTavish Privateers on his right calf.

Ryan walks slowly in the rain glancing around.

Luke swallows hard, glancing between Ignis and Shenner, who is now poised to 
  enter the Sandbar. Not wanting to miss his chance, he calls out in a clear 
  voice, "Shenner!" and waves his hand excitedly in his hope to get her 
  attention.

Bags from the droid go flying everywhere, as he is startled by the songstress. 
  Its arms go towards the rain filled clouds, in a very animated show of just 
  how bad Shenner startled the droid. With a crash, the bags start to fall 
  around him, some melons obliterate upon the ground "Oh heavens!!" D2 finally 
  gets out of his vocal box. Then it notices exactly who it almost ran into 
  "Oh, Madam Veery." The droid says politely "Just the lady my master wished 
  me to contact." D2 seems rather proud and has forgotten about his bags.

Jamiro steps out of the rain, virtually disappearing in the shadow of a low 
  platform overhead. With routine movements he zips open two unusual 
  containers on his belt. From one, he takes a matte-black, plastisteel box. 
  From the other he takes a matte-black cylinder. With a twisting motion, he 
  fixes the cylinder to the box. Not even looking at the camera in his hands, 
  Jamiro studies the scene at the fountain while he thumbs on the motordrive 
  and extends the lens to the full 300mm. This might come in handy. Hidden in 
  the darkness, he raises the camera to eye-level and frames Ignis, ready to 
  shoot.

Luke
A slim, fair-haired figure all in black. He is unassuming, with pleasantly 
  tanned, youthful features and blue eyes the color of Tatooine's sky. 
  Experience has marked his face, however; there are lines carved around his 
  mouth and eyes, making him seem more mature than his years would warrant. It 
  is difficult not to respond to his boyish smile, though, and the wry gleam 
  which sometimes shows in his eyes.
 He is dressed in the standard Jedi attire: a loose, roughly woven tunic over 
  black shirt and pants, and gleaming knee-high boots. His lightsaber, an 
  impressive weapon set in a silver casing, is clipped to the worn utility 
  belt at his waist. Though his appearance is not extraordinary, his movements 
  and demeanor are the exact opposite. Whether he moves slowly or with haste, 
  he does so deliberately -- not as a result of age or infirmity, but in an 
  elegant movement betokening a body and mind completely in harmony, 
  well-honed and supple.
                -=-=-=-=-=-=<<Carried Virtual Objects>>=-=-=-=-=-=-
=> Lightsaber 

Titus enters the square from the south.
Titus has arrived.

The call of her name in that tenor voice near the fountain makes Shenner's 
  head snap in that direction, her silver-clasped braid swinging at her 
  shoulder-blades. It's not often this singer can be made to do a double-take, 
  but the sight of the black-clad young man apparently is sufficient cause. 
  "Luke?!" bursts the startled reply out of her, just as the droid's bags go 
  flying. A beat later D2's pleased announcement actually provokes a second 
  double-take out of the young woman; then, Shen stoops swiftly down to grab a 
  couple of the parcels. Thrusting these at the droid, she blurts 
  distractedly, "Hold that thought." Never mind that she isn't sure she has 
  any idea who this droid belongs to. She darts to the fountain, her 
  expression lighting up in a broad smile. "Holy karkin' suns, _Luke_...!"

Not quite sure that the singing voice she heard and the person Luke seems to 
  be trying to attract are the same person, but not convinced they aren't 
  either, Ignis decides to see if this person next to her will help a little. 
  "Where is Shenner?" she asks faintly from her seat at the fountain. After 
  all, she doesn't recall anyone even told her Shenner's full name either, so 
  D2's clue doesn't help her in the least bit. Just a tad anxious, she stands 
  up, hiding the little datapad into her robe as she switches it off, and 
  somehow, the hood of her robe slips back a tad for the camera to reveal 
  sightless eyes staring straight ahead before she reaches up to pull the hood 
  forward again in an automatic motion.

Kartijan enters the square from the south.
Kartijan has arrived.

Titus enter the square with a quick pace. His hair is ringing wet, plastering 
  his face. He is attempting to shield himself from the worst of the weather 
  by balancing his case with one hand over his head, but only succeeds in 
  channeling more water upon himself.

Kartijan strolls Northward through the Fountain Square, the FLS armband on her 
  jacket clearly visible.

With a remarkably quiet *klik-whizz* *klik-whizz*, the manual field-camera 
  eats away film at a prodigious rate. Luke, Ignis, Luke & Ignis, Shenner, 
  Shenner & Luke. Jamiro lowers his camera for a moment, halfway through the 
  60-shot film. Maybe he was being paranoid... but then again, sometimes he 
  claimed that to be his edge. Thumbing the zoom back to a convinient 100mm, 
  Jamiro waits to see what happens next.

D2 takes that bags that where thrust at it. "But Madame...Master McTavish..." 
  But Shenner is off towards Skywalker "Well...Master McTavish asks me to do 
  the oddest things with the oddest people." The droid only takes a few 
  moments before it attempts to pick up what is left of his supplies. "Oh 
  Heavens, now I shall have to get more supplies." Then the droid, decides 
  that it would be better to pursue the human, not relying on her ability to 
  rember his presense.

As Shenner shoves the dropped parcels back into the hapless droid's arms, Luke 
  whispers softly to Ignis, "Shenner? She's right there in front of the 
  Sandbar, singing. I'm sure you heard her." He chuckles slightly as he turns 
  back in the redhead's direction, rising to his feet as she approaches and 
  embracing her warmly as she exclaims in disbelief. "Surprised to see me?" he 
  asks, grinning widely as he pulls away and looks down at her.

Titus pulls himself upshort, taking refuge under a nearby tree. He drops his 
  case against the tree, and runs his hands through his hair. He takes a 
  moment to scan the small crowd around the fountain, before noticing Kartijan 
  enter the square. He quickly retrieves his case, and ventures once more unto 
  the breach, heading towards the human female.

Ryan heads down West Blake St.
Ryan has left.

Kartijan Pauses at the fountain and sighs wistfully the glances around at the 
  people here, noticing a man heading her way she waits there for him to 
  approach.

It was unthinking instinct that hurtled Shenner at Skywalker. Apparently, this 
  particular young man is justification for another rare behavior out of her: 
  hugging somebody. And she does it forcefully, with all the vigor of a girl 
  honed by war and regular training since then behind it. She then catches 
  herself, looking a trifle startled and sheepish; Sinjon and Jessalyn are one 
  thing, but is it okay to hug this particular Jedi, too? Still, though, she's 
  grinning as she gives Luke some space. And finally, she just bursts out 
  with, "Yeah...! I mean... well, _hi_!"

If it weren't for the precipitation, Ignis would have an easier time trying to 
  follow where people are. But... the sloshing makes for new sounds to learn, 
  and quickly enough, she is able to follow Shenner's route towards Luke by 
  sound and have an idea what is going on again. Her only response to Luke is 
  a mouthed 'oh', and nothing more. A look of faint concentration as she tries 
  to remember why she was supposed to contact Shenner in the first place. It's 
  been a while since she started trying to find her.

The camera clicks to a final halt. The dark Marine reloads the body and files 
  away the square cannister as he considers the shots he made. Faces, 
  expressions, tell-tale waves and smiles. He shrugs to himself and takes the 
  camera apart again. If Intel doesn't want it, it's up to them. He did his 
  jazz. If nothing else, his gear needed a spin again. The dark frown returns 
  to his face. Boring planet with its boring politics. Things were even 
  tighter after recent affairs. Bah, time for some serious field-work again. 
  Very soon.

The fresh spray from the fountain joins with the light rain to form the barely 
  visible birth of a small rainbow. Titus slows his pace as he reaches 
  Kartijan, tilting his case slightly to shield himself more economically. He 
  shakes his free hand, in a feeble attempt to dry it, and holds it out to 
  Kartijan. He says "Excuse me...I couldn't help noticing your, err, obvious 
  advertising..." nodding to her armband.

D2 moves slowly behind Shenner. It knows its place, and patiently waits for 
  its turn at Madam Veery's attention.

"Hi," Luke chuckles in reply, his blue eyes bright with amusement and 
  surprise, clapping a firm hand on Shenner's shoulder as he gives her a quick 
  inspection. Growing up, indeed, he muses to himself, and gives her a nod to 
  show how pleased he is at her progress. "I didn't know you were here! Have 
  you seen Jessalyn?" he asks, getting to the crux as quickly as possible even 
  as he veers away from the topic before she can answer. He turns slightly so 
  that Ignis is incorporated into the group, and gestures slightly between 
  them, oblivious to the raindrops that continue to plummet around them. "You 
  two know each other?"

Kartijan smiles, "I hadn't thought of it as advertising. You have need of the 
  services of Fineline Spaceways, Sir?" She accepts his hand in a handshake 
  then lets her hand fall to her side again then continues, "How may I help 
  you?"

Titus wipes his brow, and replies "Yes, yes. Fineline Spaceways, as I 
  expected." He chews his lower lip slightly as he continues "I'm looking for 
  discrete transportation to Nar Shadaa....I'm visiting my, er, second Mother."

Luke's once-over can show him a Shenner harder and leaner of appearance than 
  the Shenner of six or seven months ago -- undeniably maturer for all that it 
  really hasn't been that long since these two last met. Now, though, she's 
  unmistakably a young woman rather than a half-grown street waif -- and 
  apparently she's gone native as far as the weather is concerned, equally 
  oblivious to the light shower drizzling down upon the square. As his 
  attention diverts to bring in the stranger next to him, and his two 
  questions are voiced, she does however blink a time or two. "Not since... 
  geez, the last time I saw you. When she gave me the harp. Uh..." Green eyes 
  flick sideways now to take in Ignis, and she adds blankly, "Uh, no... we 
  ain't met. Hi?"

Kartijan blushes slightly and responds with, "I don't transport passengers 
  myself, but if you can wait a few hours I can get one of my fellow pilots 
  who does here to help you out." She extends here hand to him now and says, 
  "By the way, my name is Kartijan Lore, and it would be my pleasure to help 
  you in this matter."

For some reason, Ignis can't seem to remember why she was supposed to find 
  Shenner. She's sure it was important, but the memory eludes her completely. 
  She doesn't really think anything unusual about the communication between 
  Shenner and Luke, listening absently to the subtlies of speech and movement 
  while she considers sitting back down on the wet seat. At Luke's question 
  and Shenner's response, Ignis smiles welcomingly but continues on for 
  Shenner, "No... I don't think we have met. I was told to find you but I 
  can't seem to remember why." To which she adds a faint blush for her own 
  embarrassment.

Ignis
        The 5'4" young female human looks quite below average compared to what 
  one might expect in this universe. Small and fragile apprearing frame 
  covered by an old worn muddy brown robe. The hood hangs low enough over the 
  face to hide most the features, but an alert eye could see a lightly tanned 
  face. By watching for a couple moments, one could probably notice from her 
  mannerisms that she is slightly withdrawn from the world for some reason not 
  immediately obvious.

D2 just sits idly to the side, while the humans exchange greetings. Humans and 
  their rituals of greetings, must come from their primordial need to 
  procreate. D2 just stands by the way side, rearranging its bags so they sit 
  on its frame better then, they had when it entered the square, course its 
  baggage is a lot lighter now that Shenner aided him in spreading it all over 
  the square.

Titus emits a small smile of relief and gratitude in return. "Of course, of 
  course. That is no problem, Miss Cardeegane. Hours, minutes, they are all 
  Chaff in the wind." He lowers his case, finally giving in to the 
  inevitability of the downpour. "My name is, er, Chen. Mr Ping Chen. It is a 
  pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Abruptly Luke realizes the awkwardness of the situation, and works to amend 
  it. "Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed it," he corrects himself, 
  glancing down at the cowl covering Ignis' features. "I suppose we haven't 
  been introduced. My name is Luke," he tells the smaller woman, giving 
  Shenner a meaningful look. "This is Shenner Veery. She's an old friend of 
  mine." He tries very hard not to let the worried result of Shenner's 
  comments about Jessalyn show in expression as he smiles and introduces the 
  two, hoping to discover the identity of this curious blind woman.

Kartijan tilts her head slightly, "Then if you will excuse me a moment..." She 
  takes a couple of steps closer to the fountain then digs a commset out of 
  her shoulderbag and places it upon her head. She adjusts it the starts 
  talking into it.

What, did somebody proclaim it Everybody Look for the Redheaded Bard Day? A 
  trifle confused, Shenner squints at the shorter woman, before Luke's words 
  catch her attention -- and that significant blue look of his. She's sharp, 
  is this redheaded bard; the fair-haired young man gets a very brief baffled 
  look, too, but she doesn't go into it, not here, not now. "Uh, yeah. I sing 
  for the Womprats at the Sandbar over there." Not really realizing yet that 
  Ignis isn't able to see the gesture, she jerks a thumb over her shoulder at 
  the establishment in question. "Not sure why somebody'd point you at me, 
  unless it has to do with music or the University or something. Or unless 
  you're lookin' for somebody?"

Titus tucks his case under one arm, nodding absently to Kartijan. He gives the 
  other occupants of the square a furtive glance, focusing on the two marines, 
  and the man with the Lightsaber. He quickly turns his back to them, and 
  raises his face to the rain, allowing it to run in rivulets down his face 
  while no one is paying attention.

Ignis directs her smile towards Luke briefly, "It's nothing really." Her tone 
  just confirms that she isn't really all that embarrassed by it except for 
  her own lack of remembrance. When she turns back towards Shenner, 
  recognition crosses her face suddenly from under the hood, "Wait... you're 
  the... singer... the one that took offense at my distaste of music because I 
  can't sing to save my life?" This time she does blush sharply at her own 
  embarrassment in remembrance of the scene.

Kartijan continues to hold a conversation through the commset, paying little 
  attention to her surroundings

Shen's brow crinkles as she looks Ignis up and down. "Err..." Further 
  bemusement in her expression as well as her voice suggests that this young 
  woman doesn't exactly remember the other female offending her. "Oh. Right. 
  We talked. I totally forgot about it, though, if that was worrying you...? 
  No sweat."

D2 stays off to the side. Though, it is just behind Shenner, as it waits 
  patiently for Her to be not so occupied with greetings and discussions of 
  who knows who.

A trio stands near the fountain, engaged in animated conversation: Luke, 
  Shenner, and Ignis. Doing his best to scrape back the wet, lank hair from 
  his forehead, Luke listens in silence to the conversation between the two 
  women, his mind whirling with a thousand new thoughts that have brought him 
  no closer to a solution to his problem. He shakes off his worry and smiles, 
  trying to dispell the slight tension rising between the two. "What's your 
  name?" he asks Ignis, changing the subject.

Jairen strides in from the rough direction of the forest near the city. His 
  hands rest on his sword hilt as he moves along nonchalantly. Every so often 
  he gets a dirty look from a Marine, but he ignores it.

Kartijan finally finishes talking into the commset on her head and takes the 
  few steps from the fountain to return to Titus and starts talking to him 
  again, "The pilot will be waiting for us at the Union Starport in aobut 30 
  minutes. He will discuss terms of payment with you at that time. Is this 
  acceptable?"

The two Casparian marines are standing beneaths a small tree, observing the 
  small square with their usual mixture of cynicism and paranoia. They seem to 
  be spending particular attention on an old looking human and a young female 
  standing near the fountain, but are distracted from their fascist games by 
  the arrival of the small man with the big sword.

Ignis sighs with what could be understood as relief before replying to 
  Shenner, "I was afraid you may have taken offense to it, although... you 
  didn't seem to at the time. I was still a little concerned, just in case." 
  She smiles a little wider, "It never hurts to be, after all." At Luke's 
  question, Ignis' emotions become almost immortalized embarrassment at how 
  many times she keeps missing cues and subtle signals from people, much less 
  polite conversation cues. "I'm sorry I didn't say earlier Luke. My name is 
  Ignis. I guess I was distracted earlier and had my head in the clouds." She 
  grins mischieviously, "I think I could probably blame the foul weather."

Titus nods shortly, sending a fine spray of water across his face. "Yes, Yes, 
  that will do fine. Perhaps there is a drier environ in which we could await 
  this coming?" He sniffs dejectedly.

Kartijan blinks momentarily then gestures towards the SandBar, "We could wait 
  in the bar if you like." She smiles and waits for Titus' reaction.

Jairen continues on his way towards the main fountain, not speaking to anyone, 
  moving with a fair amount of silence, though it seems to be natural.

Shen tries on a lopsided smile for size, not yet grasping that Ignis can't see 
  it. "Not a problem," she assures firmly. "I get cranky fairly easy, but it 
  blows over fast. Don't take me personal." Her smile then turns a trifle 
  skewed, a hint of a blush coursing across her face; she's still very 
  sensitive about events of recent days, though she's not about to go into 
  that here. She does, however, abruptly add, "'Scuse me," as she remembers 
  something the droid with which she'd nearly collided. Her head turns as she 
  seeks it out, and she starts slightly again to find it waiting nearby. "Uh, 
  hey," she calls over to D2, "you said somethin' about a message for me?"

Titus emits a slight smile, which is like a tear in an old map upon his rugged 
  features. "Certainly, you are most kind." He pushes his wet, grey hair out 
  of his eyes, sending a final glance at the hovoring marines "That will do 
  nicely."

D2 seems to come out of its circuit dreaming as Shenner addresses it. "Yes 
  Madam Veery, My Master, wishes to employ you and your bands services for a 
  night of entertainment on his new ship." It holds open its arms, again 
  droppings its bags, but this time a little more controled "He is having a 
  grand galla."

Kartijan continues to smile as she leads the way into the bar, pausing a 
  moment to make sure Titus has ahold of the door before she lets go of it.

Jairen moves towards the fountain, stopping on the opposite side than Shenner 
  is, watching her from across the water plume. He bends down, cupping his 
  hands and actually takes a couple drinks from the water there, then 
  straightens himself.

Titus follows Kartijan from the square, his woolen jacket heavy in his 
  shoulders.

Kartijan enters the Sandbar.
Kartijan has left.

Titus enters the Sandbar.
Titus has left.

Employ the Womprats? This immediately and thoroughly seizes Shenner's 
  attention, even as it takes her a moment to mentally adjust to the fact that 
  _she_ is now the person in charge of saying when and where her band sings, 
  and not Rekkie Sheldon. "Whoa," she mutters, and then a rather broad grin 
  overtakes her prior crooked smile. "Uh, well. You said you're McTavish's 
  droid?

Luke is pleased by Ignis' sense of humor. She certainly doesn't seem to feel 
  inferior in some way due to her disability. "The foul weather is as good a 
  reason as anything else," he says lightly, smirking up at the gray clouds, 
  and wincing as rain stings his eyes yet again. As Shenner turns to address 
  the droid, he pauses in his conversation to listen to him for a moment, then 
  reassures the blind girl, "Don't worry about it. I don't always have the 
  best social graces, either."

"I do not see what is so foul of the weather, m'lord." Comes Jairen's 
  melodically accented voice as he approaches the small group from the other 
  side of the fountain. "Good eve m'lady Ignis." he says with a slight bow, 
  though he knows she can't see him. "And to you, Shenner."

D2 nods its metalic head "Yes Madame Veery, I belong to Troy McTavish. He 
  assured me that you would not scrap me upon hearing his name. Please tell me 
  my master was not wrong." Then it stops as Shenner is spoken to, and yet 
  again the droid is ignored.

Jairen! Distracted yet again from the droid's earnest attempt to recruit her 
  and her fellow musicians, Shenner glances immediately in the direction of 
  the slender silver-haired swordsman; for an instant, her bearing turns a 
  trifle awkward, maybe even a little shy. But then her smile steadies out and 
  she calls back, "Hiya, Jair!" However, the droid's not ignored for long. 
  "Okay, well. McTavish tell ya when he wants this party to happen? If it 
  doesn't conflict with our contracted dates for the Sandbar, we'll be there 
  in a heartbeat."

A smile beams on Ignis' face as Luke's tolerance to the social graces. As she 
  hears Jairen's greeting, the beam is directed towards the rather 
  unpredictable swordsman (at least in her mind unpredictable). Her reply 
  isn't to Luke but to defending her humorous opinion on what foul weather is, 
  and amusement coats her tone just lightly enough that she doesn't really 
  care whether she wins or losses the argument, "I must disagree with you, 
  Jairen. Where I come from, we can expect the rain to stay dry during the 
  summer and harvest so the crops don't rot. I'm amazed how this planet even 
  finds enough food for itself."

D2 comes back to the fold of the conversation "I am not aware of the dates 
  that Master McTavish wished the event to take place. It would seem that he 
  feels that I am not required to know the dates of subject event, though I am 
  to plan it with my typical high quality." The droids seems annoyed with the 
  circumstance it finds its self thrust into. "However, I will make my best 
  efforts to forward any information to him that is required to book your 
  talented band for the occasion."

"Where I come from," Luke intones lightly, giving the approaching sword-bearer 
  a cursory look, "there's never enough rain for the crops. The water has to 
  be coaxed against its will from the sky." As Jairen bows politely before the 
  two ladies, Luke extends his hand, confident that if Shenner knows this man, 
  then he can be trusted. "My name's Luke. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Ever so slightly, Shen straightens with pride and pleasure, even if it _is_ a 
  droid speaking praise of the Womprats. "Well, ask him when he wants us, and 
  how much he's willing to pay. If he'll put out standard rate and isn't 
  asking for a previously contracted date, we'll be there. Anything else you 
  need to know from me?"

The said silver-haired swordsman glances at what he considers to be an 
  abomination of nature. The droid naturally. Then turns back to Luke and bows 
  slightly before extending his own hand, shaking Luke's in a suprisingly 
  strong grip for such a small figure. "Jairen of the tribe Windchaser. 
  Primary Secondary Warrior of the Clan Cloudstrider." he says, giving his 
  formal title to the man. His voice sounds almost as if he were singing and 
  speaking at the same time. "Though, many find it easier to call me Jairen 
  Windchaser." he adds with a small smile. "It is an honor to meet you."

D2 takes a few moments to file the data that Shenner tells it. "Well I guess 
  it would be prudent to ask the standard price, as well as dates that would 
  not conflict with the Womprats dates at the prestegious Sand Bar."

Shenner glances Jairen and Luke's way, and veritably beams as the two of them 
  introduce themselves to one another and save her the trouble of doing so; 
  Luke and Ignis aren't the only ones in the immediate vicinity who tend to be 
  rusty at social graces. Most of her attention, however, is still on the 
  droid. She cheerfully rattles off the going rate for wooing the Womprats 
  away from their regular gig -- pricey, but not too expensive -- and for good 
  measure reels off the dates of their appearances at the Sandbar over the 
  next four weeks. While she's rattling off the dates, assured D2'll file them 
  away in memory, she absently stoops over to fetch what parcels are in 
  immediate grabbing range and hands them back to the droid. And she 
  concludes, "That do ya?"

D2 nods "Yes Madame Veery." The droid seems about to turn away from the 
  conversation. Yet it stops suddenly "Oh Madame Veery, Master McTavish also 
  wished to ask, how much it would cost extra if Madame Veery would wear a 
  fancy dress." The droid probably has no idea what its doing.

As Luke and Jairen introduce themselves, Ignis smiles to herself, then looks 
  upward towards the sky, feeling the rain lightly on her face, but looking as 
  though trying to tell just how much longer this rain is supposed to last.

About to rejoin the others, Shenner does a double-take for the third time in 
  half an hour, and then eyes the droid. Only the fact that protocol droids 
  aren't usually known for their senses of humor saves the hapless D2 from 
  getting the full force of a Shen glare; instead, she merely coughs, smirks, 
  and drawls, "Is that a roundabout way of tellin' me this party's gonna be 
  formal?"

D2 nods his head at Shenner's question "Well of course Madame Veery, it is the 
  grand opening of Master McTavish's new buisness. A new and grand venture, it 
  would indeed be a formal party." some times its good to be a droid.

Luke is a little chagrined as Jairen rattles off his name, title, and clan. 
  He's a little too modest to go throwing around his own impressive 
  credentials, and instead of clarifying his identity, he clears his throat 
  and nods his appreciation, noting the disdainful look that Jairen gives the 
  droid. "The pleasure is mine," he replies, trying to kick in some of the 
  royal manners that should have rubbed off on him from his sister by now. No 
  such luck. He draws breath, casting about for something to say, and comes up 
  with the topic that is foremost on his mind these days anyway. "I've come to 
  Caspar looking for a friend of mine. I should have contacted her months ago, 
  but I was unable to, and now... I'm afraid I've completely lost her trail." 
  He heaves a small sigh, convinced now that what his senses first told him 
  upon his arrival here is true -- Jessalyn is not on Caspar.

"Ahhh, freggin'...." Shen smacks her palm against her brow, then manages to 
  restrain herself from having an explosion of embarrased irritation at poor 
  D2. Right. Troy McTavish wants to pay for her band to sing. It does not do 
  to deny a gig on the grounds that you don't like the wardrobe, now does it. 
  She grunts out brusquely, trying not to blush, "We'll be suitably clad. 
  McTavish'll have to settle for what I'll have to be able to rent, unless he 
  wants to shell out the credits for somethin' better."

Impressive titles and credentials his foot. Jairen didn't even get close to 
  finishing off his titles, etc. However, in his culture that /is/ how people 
  introduce themselves. He wasn't being arrogant and is showing no signs of 
  it. He was being himself. "Hmm... that is unfortunate m'lord. I would offer 
  to assist you, but I know not whom you seek."

Kartijan leaves the SandBar.
Kartijan has arrived.

Titus leaves the SandBar.
Titus has arrived.

D2 nods "I will make a note of that, though I do not doubt that if you ask 
  Master McTavish, he could outfit you better then a rental agency could." It 
  then adds "But I am sure you can bring that up with Master McTavish, when he 
  returns to Caspar in the coming days, after the swoop races on Corellia."

Kartijan steps out of the sandBar leading Titus toward the strport.

Titus gives the clouds a glance of dismay, before following Kartijan.

Kartijan walks to the south.
Kartijan has left.

Titus walks to the south.
Titus has left.

Turning back to Luke from her gaze into the sky, Ignis pipes up curiously, 
  "Who's this Jessalyn person you keep asking you?" Her voice quiets a hair, 
  "Not that I know who she is either, much less where she is."

Shenner does her best to look deadpan. "Er, well," she says gruffly, "if he 
  wants to outfit all five of us, suppose you tell him to come by. We'll work 
  it out. Anything else you wanna know?" _Damned_ if she's going to get into 
  details of whether she ought to be wearing velvet or satin or silk with a 
  protocol droid. And why no, that wouldn't be a blush still tinging her 
  rain-dampened face. Definitely not.

Jairen turns to Shenner as he overhears her conversation and smiles slightly, 
  hands resting on his sword hilt again. "I do not know, Shenner. I think you 
  would look splendid in formal garb." He is obviously having fun with his 
  young friend, a wide smile on his face.

D2 nods "I will inform him of your partial acceptance provided it is meets all 
  your needs." D2 Nods to Shenner "Madam Veery, good evening." The droid then 
  heads to the south. Probably heading for the McTavish Enterprise offices.

Luke looks a little embarrassed himself at Ignis' question, and gives a small 
  shrug. "She's a... well, she's my student," he finishes, certain that does 
  not completely answer the question. He smiles sheepishly at Ignis, then 
  glances over at Shenner, suddenly amused by Jairen's comment to her. "Sounds 
  like you've got a nice gig planned, Shen," he teases her playfully.

Ignis blurts out the first thing she thinks of in an inquistive tone to Luke, 
  still not really paying attention to Shenner's predicament, "A student? What 
  happened? She get lost on a field trip?" Just a quickly, she stops the flow 
  of questions, "Nevermind. It's not my business," with a slightly embarrassed 
  tone again, glancing over at Shenner, trying to be proper and follow the 
  conversation properly instead of feeding her own curiousity.

Sharp ears Jairen's got -- and Shen's not even thinking of their unusual shape 
  there under his silvery hair. As she realizes he's well within range of the 
  conversation, that suspicious color across her face deepens. The droid's 
  retreat provokes a flicker of relief across her face before she squares her 
  shoulders and turns back to Jairen, Luke, and Ignis. "That ain't under 
  debate," she pronounces gruffly to Jairen. "McTavish feels like payin' me 
  enough, I'll pick up somethin' suitably swank." She then surveys all three 
  of the others, squinting at Luke; he gets a small lopsided grin, along with 
  another small flash of concern in those green eyes of hers. All questions of 
  wardrobe aside, she peers at Skywalker, and adds, "Er... uh, Luke, maybe I'm 
  behind the times, but... I thought you and Jessa had... ways of keepin' in 
  touch?"

Normally Luke would be amused by Ignis' "field trip" comment, but instead he 
  gives her a small, sad smile that is reflected in the tone of his voice. 
  "Not exactly." Turning to Shenner, he shakes his head slowly, guilt scrawled 
  all over his tanned, youthful features. "I couldn't sense her. I couldn't 
  sense anything," he says slowly, referring to Valak's torture which rendered 
  him Force-blind. "Very slowly my powers came back, and I was vaguely aware 
  of her presence. But then a week or so ago, suddenly, I could sense 
  everything again -- but there was no trace of her." He lowers his eyes, 
  afraid for even Shenner to see the concern reflected there.

Jairen looks over at Luke, eyes narrowing slightly. "Sense, m'lord?" he asks, 
  an odd expression on his face, totally unreadable to everyone here but 
  perhaps one redhaired young singer who's seen it once before.

The look on Ignis' face reflects that the concern seems a little contagious, 
  but she knows there's likely nothing she can do about it, even though she 
  would be a little willing to try to help. And the way Luke keeps wording 
  things, she has a hint there is much more going on than she realizes, and 
  when Jairen asks his question, she seems to think it's a good start as any. 
  Not really considering it her business however, and thinking she's been 
  ruding enough with prying, she keeps her other thoughts and questions to 
  herself for the moment.

D2 walks to the south.
D2 has left.

Shenner was not particularly surprised by Luke's failure to identify himself 
  as anything but 'Luke' -- after all, the last time this particular young man 
  was on Caspar, word of his presence did result in more than one clash in the 
  very square in which she and the others are all now gathered. Now, though, 
  as the young Jedi answers her question, she is fleetingly taken aback that 
  he'd speak so freely before Ignis and Jairen. In particular, Shenner's eyes 
  flick quickly to the latter, and she mutters sidelong at him, "Er, remember 
  what I was tellin' you before, Jair, about... er, a few special people I 
  know?" She jerks a thumb at Luke, by way of explanation of 'you're looking 
  at one'. To Skywalker, then, she adds, her brow crinkled in consternation, 
  "Well, I probably can't help much, and I'm a bit screwed tonight in 
  particular... we're not playing, but I promised Aa'leet I'd help her move 
  into her new digs, and I gotta go meet her." She shifts from foot to foot, 
  wanting to stay, reluctant to abandon her prior committment at the same 
  time. "Can we talk about this later?"

Luckily, Luke is distracted from Jairen's uncomfortable question by Shenner's 
  more practical one. "Sure, we can talk about it later, Shen," he says 
  gently, clasping her shoulder in a light embrace. "I'll be around for 
  another couple of days. I have a feeling there could still be some leads 
  here." He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, glancing over at 
  Jairen, and hoping that Shen's remark about "special people" is enough to 
  appease him for now.

Jairen's eyes are now no longer narrowed. Instead, they're wide and he's taken 
  a couple steps back, looking the sandy-haired man up down. On his face is a 
  completely unidentifyable look, even to one of Lukes particular... talents.

Luke Skywalker being on the very short list of people with whom Shenneret 
  Veery is comfortable exchanging physical contact, the redheaded musician 
  readily reaches up to grasp and squeeze the hand on her shoulder. It's her 
  sword hand that does the reaching; there's new strength and new callouses to 
  that slender hand of hers, and that's reflected in her grip. "Come to my 
  place, we can talk more there," she offers without hesitation. "78 Minutes 
  Road, apartment B3 -- can't miss it." Then, Shenner considers a moment, and 
  impulsively hugs Luke again before pulling back from him, a sheepish little 
  half-grin on her face. "Missed ya," she admits roughly. "Miss Jessa, too. If 
  I can help you, I wanna. But I -gotta- run..." With obvious reluctance, she 
  then steps back, preparing to dart off. She pauses only long enough to glance 
  at Jairen and add hopefully, "And I wanna talk to _you_ about that book real 
  soon, okay? Find me!"

Ignis doesn't have the faintest bit of doubt in her mind that she has no idea 
  just what is being said although she understands the worlds and tones 
  themselves. Well... I'm sure if it was my business, they would tell me, 
  and... since I doubt it is, I'm sure not going to ask and likely embarrass 
  myself or these people, she thinks to herself, remaining quiet where she 
  stands.

Shenner, with that, flashes a hopeful look back to Luke again, another to 
  Jairen; Ignis gets a glance and then a wave, to let her know she wasn't 
  forgotten. Farewells done -- Shen's not one for long goodbyes -- the singer 
  then whirls and bolts off through the rain, picking up speed and purpose as 
  she runs off towards the east and her rendezvous with her Twi'lek friend.

[End log.]