Log Date: 9/18/97 Log Cast: Han Solo, John Bannister, Mark Steele, Chewbacca Log Intro: After several days' worth of being stranded in the jungles of Mutanda, the _Millenium Falcon_'s communications gear has been repaired to the point that Han Solo could pick up a secure transmission from Admiral Ackbar. Learning that the Imperials have taken Sullust, and that the NR cruiser _Deliverance_ is in orbit over Sluis Van, Solo, still recovering from the injuries he'd sustained in the _Falcon's_ crash, quickly relays this news to Princess Leia and Chewbacca. The three of them, along with See Threepio, manage to get the _Falcon_ into space... and limping to Sluis Van space to rendezvous with the _Deliverance_.... ---------- A ship has exited from hyperspace at 310,111,-97 SF-3264 comes out of hyperspace CS-9139 just scanned you CS-9139 just scanned you Communication from CS-9139 -- "Attention unidentified starfighter. You have entered Sluis Van space, Halt immediately and identify yourself -- captain, ship name, cargo and purpose for being here." Designation: CS-9139 Type: Mon Calamari MC80 Star Cruiser Name: NRSC Deliverance Range: 304 Size: 1200 Status: normal Docked With: SF-4134 Cargo: Type: Size: Amount: -------------------------------------------------- Visual: Clumped, cluttered, and covered with random bulges, blisters, and pods, the monstrous MC-85 NRV Deliverance slides slowly through the expanse of space. The edgeless, cleanly smooth form that appears nearly organic harbors artistry, history, ingenuity, functionality, and graceful power. The blended grey hull is flecked and streaked up and down its seemingly endless length with not only camouflaging paints, but laser burns and ion marks, all taken in the course of its grand service. In some places, turbolaser and cannon ports are visible upon the reinforced hull, and two broad hanger bays lie amidships on each flank. Running lights sparkle, animating the huge MonCal masterpiece. CS-9139 just scanned you Han_Solo radios, "(The voice of Han Solo comes across the radio, saying casually,) Howdy boys. Han Solo, Millenium Falcon, no cargo, bringing home a misplaced Princess." to ship cs-9139 Communication from CS-9139 -- "Understood, General Solo. Please come into range to confirm." Han_Solo radios, "(Straightforwardly, the gravelly baritone on the other end of the communication acknowledges.) Acknowledged, we're comin' in." to ship cs-9139 Autopilot set SF-8766 is now in sensor range SF-3264 moves to 474,281,-54 and continues to move SF-3264 moves to 557,367,-33 and continues to move SF-3264 moves to 518,327,-43 and slows to a stop CS-9139 just did a focused scan on you SF-4205 just scanned you Designation: SF-4205 Type: SubPro Wanderer Mk II Range: 248 Size: 40 Shields: Up Communication from CS-9139 -- "Identification confirmed, Millenium Falcon. Do you wish to land on the planet or on Deliverance, General?" Han_Solo radios, "We'll dock with you. Make some room for us in your bay, boys, and pass the word to Admiral Ackbar we're here, 'kay?" to ship cs-9139 Communication from CS-9139 -- "Roger that. You're clear to land." Communication from CS-9139 -- "Admiral Steele is going up to meet you. Ackbar wil be notified of your arrival." Han_Solo radios, "Roger that." to ship cs-9139 [The _Millenium Falcon_ limps its way onto the _Deliverance_, and shortly thereafter....] You head down off the entry ramp of the _Falcon_. Hangar Bay -- NRSC Deliverance -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millenium Falcon => Mark_Steele => John_Bannister => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Ghost 2 => STARFIGHTER: Alliance A-Wing Starfighter -- Ghost 6 => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Rogue 3 => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Rogue 4 => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Hope => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Rogue 5 => STARFIGHTER: Koensayr BTL-S3 Y-wing -- Black 5 => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Intrepid => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Starshine => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Rogue 6 => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Tydirium => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Rogue 1 => STARFIGHTER: Slayn and Korpil B-wing -- Wyvern 3 => STARFIGHTER: Koensayr BTL-S3 Y-wing -- Wyvern 5 => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Rogue 2 => STARFIGHTER: Slayn and Korpil B-wing -- Wyvern 2 => STARFIGHTER: Slayn and Korpil B-wing -- Wyvern 1 => STARFIGHTER: Slayn and Korpil B-wing -- Wyvern 4 => STARFIGHTER: Koensayr BTL-S3 Y-wing -- Wyvern 6 -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- tarboard leads to Airlock Corridor -- NRSC Deliverance.

ort leads to Cargo Bay -- NRSC Deliverance. ore leads to Muster Area -- NRSC Deliverance. ft leads to Interdeck Lift -- NRSC Deliverance. John_Bannister looks at you for a moment. The _Falcon's_ entry ramp hisses down, and Han Solo limps down it, casting a hazel look around the bay as he does so. John_Bannister Wearing a faded, olive green, flight suit, with the standard republic life support package attached, a young man gazes at you tiredly. Weighing around 175lb, and looking to be at least 35lb underweight, he seems to be recovering from sort of sickness. His green eyes for once lack their burning luster, and his once unruly mop of black hair now seems thinner somehow. Patches riddle the sleeves of his flightsuit, the most notable being those of Rogue Squadron, Green Squadron, a depiction of the forest moon of Endor, and his name tag, which reads, "Bannister, John S. Jr." Small rank tabs on his collars reveal he holds the rank of commodore, and looking to be around 20 years old, he seems incredibly young for the rank. Sticking out of one of his dozen or so pockets are 5 plastic tipped cigars, several matches, and a small chrome box. Hanging from one ear is a solid gold sphere, beautifully engraves with the geography of a planet, and the legend "Alderaan" embosed upon it. At the commodore's side, a fleet corpsman hovers, looking nervous to see him out of the sickbay so soon. A small name tag on his otherwise drab uniform reveals his name, "Daniels". -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Light Armor => DD6 Blaster Pistol -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => R2-44DD Mark_Steele looks at you for a moment. Mark_Steele Mark is a human about 6 feet tall. He has a strong muscular body and green eyes. His eyes hint at a knowledge beyond his years. Mark is wearing a red and white colored shirt. It fits him well and gives him an attractive look. He is wearing a pair of brown casual pants. They fit him well and he seems to be comfortable. A small black belt is around his waist and he wears old boots. Mark carries a DL-44 blaster in a shoulder holster under his left arm. Mark is wearing a black hat with the letters, 'Starfighter Operations' in gold thread on the front. You can see a little bit of his brown hair comming out the front of the hat. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Light Armor => Vibro-Knife => Light Armor => DD6 Blaster Pistol => Vibro-Knife => Light Armor => DD6 Blaster Pistol => Vibro-Knife => DD6 Blaster Pistol => Vibro-Knife => Light Armor Mark_Steele starts to greet General Solo but stops himself mid-sentence, "Welcome...a.. Damn, Han.. you look like a Bantha sat on you." Mark_Steele walks over, "are you alright?" John_Bannister coughs loudly, drawing a concerned look from the corpsman at his side. Hesays, quietly, "Nice to meet you, general solo." Solo smirks mildly, waving a dismissive hand and offering by way of explanation to Steele, "Got a little up close and personal with my ship. Where's Ackbar? We gotta report in." It would seem that the Corellian isn't particularly concerned with his own physical state, though he does, indeed, look as if a Bantha sat on him. To Bannister, he crooks a faint grin, inclining his head once. John_Bannister says, "We,ahh, met briefly on Endor after the battle was over, but I doubt you remember me, sir..."" John_Bannister looks a bit awkward as solo doesnt respond Chewbacca comes down the entry ramp of the _Millenium Falcon_. Chewbacca has arrived. Lumbering after his partner, Chewbacca gives the Falcon a suspicious but grateful pat on her hull before following Han with a rowled, "I need parts Han, and soon!" in Wookiee. Solo peers at Bannister, and admits gruffly, "I don't, kid, but don't take it personal. I've probably seen three quarters of our forces and don't remember who's who." Chewbacca looks at you for a moment. John_Bannister grins, "Dont take it personally at all, sir... you were a bit, ahh, occupied at the time" Mark_Steele nods to Chewbacca, "I haven't seen you since Etti IV." He looks back to Han, "General, Admiral Ackbar will be here shortly.. I've informed him of your arrival." He cocks a grin at Bannister's comment but remains quiet. As Chewbacca emerges from the vessel, Solo half-turns at the Wookiee's roared comment, then turns back and adds, voice gruffening a bit further, "The _Falcon_ needs parts. And repair time. Y'all got anything and anybody to spare?" Soft whurls and grfs accompany the Wookiee as he draws up to the small cluster of men. He cocks his head thoughtfully before offering a friendly smile of rememberance to Mark, his paw lifting in greeting, his fangs baring in welcome. "We should have blown the place sky high," he growls benignly in Wookiee ... as benignly as one can at least in Wookiee. John_Bannister nods a polite hello at the wookiee Solo casts a slight look over his shoulder, up the Falcon's ramp, before looking back to the others. Nodding in acnkowledgement to Ackbar's reported status, he says, "'Kay, well, if you boys got the techs and the parts to spare, Chewie 'n' me can use the help." That Solo is actually _asking_ for aid may well, to the initiated, signal how badly the ship is damaged. John_Bannister says, "General, if you dont mind verpine working on your ship -- I know a few people do.. I dont have a clue why though -- Rogue's tech staff is at your disposal.." Mark_Steele says, "We can get some people to assist in repairs..." Solo glances sidelong at his partner, as if checking Chewie for cues on his opinion. "So long as I oversee everything," Chewbacca rowls contentedly, "I would welcome some competent help. The sublights have been completely taken apart and patched together with scraps and pieces from other areas of the ship. She needs new parts, including a completely new coolant system ... it's gonna take awhile - we just pushed her too hard too soon this time," the Wookiee grfs with no sense of guilt on -his- part. He flashes his partner a quick side glance that is part accusatory, but also part humored at this point. The Wookiee is too grateful to be someplace safe and sane for the moment that it is hard to hold a grudge. John_Bannister looks blank as chewie speaks, apparently not understanding a "word" of it Solo coughs once, then says sheepishly, including Bannister in on the conversation, "Chewie oversees anybody who touches the ship, but he'll take any help we can get. We need parts for the sublights, and a whole new coolant system, for starters." He doesn't _quite_ look at the Wookiee as he speaks, though his voice is quite steady. Nodding his maned head vigorously, Chewbacca adds, "And a translator droid who does -nothing- but translate ... that would be a refreshing change," he suggests with a urf urf of laughter mixed with a tinge of sarcasm. "Chewie also wants a translator droid who can keep its mouth shut when he doesn't need it," Solo supplies, smirking, looking amused again. John_Bannister nods at General Solo. "Our techs are the best in the galaxy, general..." The rumbling in Chewie's stomache reminds him of something else, of greater immediate importance. "Han," he whurfs, "let's eat first, okay? The rest can wait, can't it?" It seems ever since the Wookiee's stint in the jungles of Etti IV and his near starvation there, food is never far from his thoughts and needs. Solo looks up at his huge co-pilot, then actually smiles, before glancing to the other two men. "Chewie wants to know if we can get fed." John_Bannister says, "Take the turbolift up to level three, general.. that's where the general mess is." John begins coughing violently again. "I'd ahh.. join you, but.." he says weakly and trails off" Han_Solo frowns to Bannister and says to him, "You okay, kid?" John_Bannister wipes his mouth as unobtrusively as possible. Did you just catch sight of some red? "Perfectly, general.. I'm just not hungry.." Considering John for a moment, Chewbacca places a furry palm on the man's shoulder and rowls, "I would be honored if you'd have food with me." A fangful smile adorns his mouth as he growls, "I sure as hell am not a general, and anyone that high up tends to bore me to hell and beyond," he offers with a yarling shnorf. John_Bannister smiles blankly at chewbacca, again apparently not understanding "Chewie says he'll eat with yah," says Solo to Bannister. The Corellian grins a bit, but his gaze rests sharply on the younger man; if he notices anything amiss, though, he gives no sign of it. "If you want." John_Bannister says, "I... ahh, ate a few hours ago general..." John_Bannister is obviously a very bad liar. Corpsman Daniels, hovering at bannister's side, looks decidedly uncomfortable The Wookiee takes another look at the man before him and then at Han. In a loud thoughtful wurl he suggests, "Say Han, you really should drop into the med center, just to make sure everything is in the right place, y'know?" Focusing his bright blue eyes on John, Chewbacca respectfully rurfs, "Would you be so kind as to show us the way there?" John_Bannister again looks decidedly confused, muttering something along the lines of, "Wish I had picked up some wookiee along the way..."" Han's brow crinkles up at Chewie, and he says petulantly, "I'm okay..." Deliberately poking at Han's still tender side, the Wookiee whurfs, "You sure Han, you took this hit pretty hard, not to mention scrambling your brain up some." Looking back and forth between Bannister and his aide, Chewbacca mimes to Han's head and ribs, trying to mimic them being injured. "If you would be so kind as to escort my friend here to the infirmary, I think it would be wise to make sure that everything is in the right place, don't you think?" He pokes Han again for good measure. Solo's eyes clamp shut at that rather strong nudge from the Wookiee; he makes a very small noise something akin to 'hrlnf', as he fights, and unsuccessfully, to keep a grimace off his face. "Just a little clonk on the head, no big deal," he mutters. John_Bannister says, "The funny thing about protocol droids is they're neveraround when you WANT them to be.." As if summoned, Threepio clacks down the Falcon's ramp calling out, "General Solo, -really- I can't believe you shut me off -again-! Thank goodness for the princess I ... oh!" he exclaims as he realizes that the irate Corellian and the Wookiee are not alone. "At -last-! Civilization!" he crows, pressing on through the small group. "I am C3PO - human relations droid, at your service sir!" Solo's grimace grows rather more apparent as the protocol droid clanks over to join them. Reflexively grabbing at his side lest Chewie poke it again, he mutters, "Gotta have a word with Her Worship..." Chewbacca rolls his eyes, similiarly delighted and annoyed at the golden droids presence. "Threepio," he rowls, explain to Commodore Bannister here that Han needs medical attention and would he please lead the way?" The Wookiee casts unsubtle glances about the group. "I better tell the Princess we've docked, she needs to report in, too," Solo says briskly, pivoting on a heel and aiming himself towards the ramp. Time to flee. Pardon him, gentlemen. You guys can handle Goldenrod, he's sure... John_Bannister chuckles softly, looking aghast as the droid comes cloer. "Me and my big mouth.." "Oh, Commodore Bannister, what an honor to meet you sir! Oh yes, we in the droid divisions speak highly of you sir!" His eyes click and Threepio glances at Chewbacca querying, "Captain Solo should be in the med unit Chewbacca? I already -told- you that he's fine ... I did an excellent job of patching him up if I do say so myself. That pathetic medical droid would have done the poor General in if it hadn't been for my interference. And -why- would a Commodore escort a General to the med center? -Really- Chewbacca, sometimes I would think you have -no- sense of propriety at -all-!" Han_Solo blinks. Twice. And then stares at Threepio; the tin can is actually backing him up? Then a slow smile spreads across his features, and the Corellian says gleefully, "You heard him, I'm fine." Chewbacca reaches out with a furry hand to catch Han's arm, Grfing, "It's not -you- I'm looking after Han, wake up for a change!" his voice echoing his annoyance. "And you're not fine," he reiterates, jabbing at the rib once again to prove his point. Corpsman Daniels looks up like a motherhen who just found a chick, "General Solo, are you sure you're okay?" John_Bannister looks positively THRILLED to have daniels looking at someone other than him that way for once John_Bannister smiles slyly, "General Solo, I have to agree.. you definately look under the weather.. Daniels, can you escort the general to the med bay?" Han_Solo slides Chewie a Look, squinting at the Wookiee. In the next instant, poked _right_ in the side, the Corellian winces dramatically. "Just a little blow to the head," he mumbles. "Oh, and a broken rib." Han_Solo straightens, immediately afterwards. But is leaning about three degrees to the right, as he adds stoically, "But I'm fine." Glancing back at Daniels, Chewbacca gives the man a unsubtle glance toward his own ward and shakes his head. "We would be honored," he growls, whacking Threepio in subtle clue form, "if you would join us Commodore and catch us up on what has been going on?" Threepio nearly falls over, his head swiveling with an annoyed *wheeze* at Chewbacca before turning to Bannister and requesting, "Chewbacca here wonders if you might graciously accompany us to the med center and catch them up?" John_Bannister says, "I.. ahh.. That is I'm afraid I'm on duty... Officer of the deck, you see..." John_Bannister rather obviously would rather NOT go back to medbay. John_Bannister grins again with a slight glint in his eye, "But feel free to have Daniels show you the way..." Daniels looks as if he would rather escort Solo AND Bannister to med bay. For once the Wookiee and the droid are of one mind. Chewbacca glares and shakes his head at Threepio, knowing that the Commander needs his aide, much as Han needs him. At least right now. The droid starts and turns back to Bannister, murmuring graciously, "Oh no, we wouldn't -think- of depriving you of your aide ... if you would just be so kind as to tell us the way there?" Solo flicks a look between the Wookiee and the other two men. The Corellian's still got an arm wrapped around his ribcage, and puts in valiantly, "I'm sure I can hobble down there myself." John_Bannister frowns slightly, casting a vile glance at Daniels when he isnt looking. "Take the lift up to level 3. Follow the "down" corridor, careful, it's null-g there." Han_Solo remarks almost breezily to Daniels, "Twisted ankle." Then, to Bannister, "Ah, yeah. Well, won't need to hobble, then." Wearing his best guileless smile, Solo starts limping, rather more noticeably than he'd limped off the _Falcon_, off towards the lift. Placing a heavy paw on Threepio's chest, Chewbacca gives the droid a meaningful glance and a threatening rowl. The droids eyes click, almost alarmed and he echo's the Wookiee, "I'll just stay here then and mind the Princess ..." The Wookiee turns, offering the aide an aplogetic shrug and shuffles after Han. John_Bannister says, rather viciously, "Have fun, general..." John_Bannister chuckles loudly, which degenerates into a hacking cough Han_Solo slides a look over his shoulder, not missing that cough, and mentally filing a note to ask Medical why the frek a man in his condition is on duty. With that, the Corellian and the Wookiee are gone. Chewbacca enters the lift. Chewbacca has left. [End log.]