Log Date: 8/28/98 Log Cast: Justin Adams, Han Solo, Benjamin Jawatha, Rabid, Machkeu, Nerik Core Dreshkar, Ejil, Naldo, Kael Denson, Atlas, Aidon Semmes, Bec Ga'lec, Leia Organa-Solo, Detjin Malronis, Drake Laitron, Heinrich Stalh, Talon Karrde, Aquila Guran, Yohko Nataki, M. Selektah, Jonathan D. Webb, Tarlin Lathis, Tiberius Khorr, J. Arands, Haan Meyolt, Bochek Ka'Chi Log Intro: Biding what time he can until he and Tarroc D'agor and Mon Mothma can discuss what caused D'agor to summon him to Caspar space in the first place, Han Solo has been doing what he can to keep tabs on the whereabouts of the GroundOps units he's brought with him... not to mention Leia and Luke. Anxious for Leia's welfare on a station and a planet where he himself has encountered danger more than once, and suspicious of an insolent and potentially dangerous young man who appears to have wriggled his way into the NR's diplomatic corps, Han hasn't liked a lot of the rumors that have been coming to his ears about recent activity involving NR personnel in Caspar space. A few of them are surrounding Luke himself, and, anxious to learn the truth of them from his friend, Han goes searching for the young Jedi on Home One, but to no avail.... ---------- You walk through a large set of doors, into the mammoth landing bays. Landing Bays -- Main Deck The cruiser's landing bays are large enough to facilitate a full complement of X-Wing, Y-Wing and B-Wing fighters. There are several marked and unmarked shuttles laying in wait as well, doing their best to avoid the bustle of the area. A blue magnetic barrier holds out the void of space, protecting the giant cove in the side of the ship. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => STARFIGHTER: Alliance A-Wing Starfighter -- Ghost 3 => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Intrepid => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Tydirium => STARFIGHTER: Slayn and Korpil B-wing -- Wyvern 3 => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon => STARFIGHTER: Alliance A-Wing Starfighter -- Ghost 6 => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Ghost 1 => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Rogue 2 => STARFIGHTER: Slayn and Korpil B-wing -- Wyvern 4 => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Ghost 2 => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Black 1 => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Black 2 => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Rogue 5 => STARFIGHTER: Alliance A-Wing Starfighter -- Ghost 5 => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Rogue 1 -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ut leads to Space. tarboard leads to Main Corridor -- Main Deck . Han_Solo enters Landing Bays -- Main Deck Adams enters from the corridor. Adams has arrived. Adams enters Landing Bays -- Main Deck Adams looks at you for a moment. Adams walks in from the turbolift, looking around casually. Amongst the various ships docked in the cruiser's massive landing bay, there's a battered old Corellian YT-1300 freighter, looking well-worn and ancient in comparison to the newer, smaller fighters that surround it. Looking only somewhat less disreputable than his ship, Han Solo is currently striding across the bay in the _Falcon_'s direction. The commander in chief of the New Republic Ground Ops forces is out of uniform -- at least, militarily speaking. He's gar bed in his much more familiar personal uniform of comfortably rumpled clothing, without any sign of rank insignia upon his person. Adams walks around, not recognizing Han from the distance. A pair of pilots comes into view around one of the fighters, and Solo turns to wave them down, calling out, "You two, hey, a word?" The pair stops, and one of them, a young man with dark hair, turns and blurts out, "Sir?" "Either of you two seen Jedi Skywalker about?" Solo asks gruffly. Adams puts his hands in pockets, continues walking through. The other pilot, a short Sullustan, squeaks out, "Uh... he might have gone down to Caspar, General Solo...? But we haven't seen him lately, sir..." The Corellian pauses, frowning lightly, then gruffly nods and waves the pair on with a "Thanks. If you see Jedi Skywalker, tell him I'm looking for him, will ya?" "Yes sir!" the pair choruses, and the both of them salute in apparent eagerness. Solo returns both salutes with military precision, and lingers there frowning thoughtfully as the pair of pilots goes about their business. Adams You stand before a young man looking about 25. He stands at 6'0. He looks very muscular and weighs easily around 190 pounds. His hair combed back and to the sides, going over his ears slightly, but not much. He has a well formed face except for a large scar going from his right eyebrow, through his one of his expressionless blue eyes to his the center of his cheek. He is currently wearing a camo fatigue NR uniform. There is a patch on the left breast pocket that reads, "New Republic Marine Core" and under it, "Adams." The uniform is loose fit and appears that he could be wearing something under it. Slung across his shoulder is an E-11 Blaster rifle. On his feet, partially hidden is a pair of well shined combat boots. No weapons on non New Republic planets or where laws apply. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => E-11 Blaster Rifle => Combat Armor Adams walks around, looking over the ships. Solo then turns, his hazel gaze sweeping around the bay, and as his attention falls on the young man in fatigues, he waves at him, too. "Hey, there," he calls over, gravelly baritone carrying clearly, "have you seen Jedi Skywalker?" Adams looks up at the ships and turns to Solo, "No I ha...*smash* he trips over a loose tool that was on the floor, landing on his face. Solo blinks, eyebrows arching. Assuming the younger man'll pick himself up easily enough -- how much damage can tripping do, anyway? -- he waits for him to regain his feet. "Come again?" he prompts. Adams gets up, shaking his head, and then stands up. Just to be certain, Solo repeats steadily, "You haven't seen Jedi Skywalker, have you?" The older man's demeanor, while not necessarily openly friendly, is frank and casual, and he waits patiently for the answer, regarding the man in the fatigues with the same sort of expectation of equality he gave the pilots. Adams continues, "No, I uh, haven't seen him," he blinks a couple times and snaps at attention and salutes, "Sorry sir, didn't recognize you." Solo's mouth curls up briefly on one end, and although he returns the salute, he also assures, "At ease, Adams, I'm off duty," indicating that he had in fact noticed the name tag. Adams nods, lowering his arm, "So...Sorry sir.." Solo waves a hand in amiable enough dismissal of any perceived need for nervousness. "No problem. If you happen to see Jedi Skywalker before I do, let him know I'm looking for him, will you? I'm heading down to the station, in the meantime." Adams nods and asks, "Think you could uh, take me with you sir, I'm on break." Solo blinks, then nods brusquely, jerking a thumb off in the direction of the _Falcon_. "Alright. C'mon, then." He turns and ambles back towards the old freighter, expecting the younger man to follow him. "When's your next duty shift?" Adams shrugs, "I don't know, Commodore Tarroc said I could go on break if I wanted, I've been on guard duty all day." Solo smiles faintly, reaching his ship's lowered ramp, and he gestures the private up before him. "'Bout time you got some distraction, then, I know it's fairly dull up here." Adams enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon Adams has left. Han_Solo enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon You head up onto the entry ramp. Main Ring Corridor (Starboard)(#678RntJ) A circular passageway that runs the circumference of the ship, this corridor provides access to all the major areas of the _Millennium Falcon_. The walls are lined with dirty, off-white, upholstered padding interspersed with bulkheads and the occasional control panel; the illumination is faintly greenish. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Adams -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ft leads to Bunk Room.

ort leads to Cargo Hold. ore leads to Cockpit. tarboard leads to Landing Bays -- Main Deck . Han_Solo enters Main Ring Corridor (Starboard) Adams nods, "Yeah, standing around all day is pretty boring," he replies. His boots clunking with his stride on the ramp, Solo pauses to secure the hatch, and waves absently in a direction that might be the cockpit, or perhaps further on around the ring-shaped corridor that traverses the ship. "Short ride, so park wherever." The Corellian himself is already en route for the cockpit. You head around the bend in the cockpit corridor to the cockpit. Cockpit(#6362RXnt) The cockpit of the _Falcon_ is reasonably spacious as freighter cockpits go, able to seat four with ease, and some space left over between the two rear seats and the aft hatch. Countless control panels, including the hyperdrive, steering, and power systems, a link to the navcomputer in the forward hold, and access to the weapons systems, cast assorted winks, blinks, and tiny, steady glows across this room; before the pilot's chair on the port side is a computer screen, for navigational data and other information brought up off the ship's computers. Looking towards the fore casts one's view out through the cockpit's dome window, wide and sectioned off by sturdy metal arc and line segments bracing the thick glass. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Transponder Database => NavComp -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ft leads to Main Ring Corridor (Starboard). Han_Solo enters Cockpit Adams comes in from the corridor. Adams enters Cockpit Adams steps in, looking around the ship, "No offence or anything sir, but from the outside I didn't think this thing could lift off, but it looks okay in here." Solo glances over his shoulder as he hears the young private following him, and nods in acknowledgement, though most of his attention is engaged with powering up the freighter. Controls flicker into life, occasionally erratically, and once, the engine coughs before its rising hum steadies its rhythm and pitch. The General then gets on the comm, hailing the hangar control. "Solo here. Heading down to Kichnar again, clear me for launch." "You're clear, General Solo," comes back the reply, over the _Falcon_'s thrumming systems. Solo replies affirmatively over the commlink, then smirks faintly over his shoulder at Adams. "She's got it where it counts, kid." From the look of him, he's quite used to that reaction. And with that, the freighter lifts off, her thrusters engaging, and carrying her out off the cruiser, ships and steel and deck lights falling away into a field of stars. SF-3264 has taken off from CS-4806 Adams nods, sitting down in the nearest seat, one close to the door, looking very nervous, as his eyes explore the area. Battered and ancient and close to imminent collapse though the _Millennium Falcon_ might appear, she certainly appears to handle the short distance from _Home One_ to the floating shape of Kichnar Station easily enough. As she goes, Solo asks casually, "Been down to the station much yet?" Autopilot set SF-3264 moves to 393,67,-109 and continues to move SF-3264 moves to 512,80,-113 and continues to move SF-3264 moves to 631,94,-118 and continues to move SF-3264 moves to 750,107,-122 and continues to move SF-3264 moves to 869,121,-127 and continues to move SF-3264 moves to 988,134,-131 and continues to move Adams nods, "Y..Yeah, I was assigned to escort Counilor Mothma around about a week ago.." he says as he nervously looks out the window. SF-3264 moves to 1107,148,-136 and continues to move SF-3264 moves to 1227,161,-140 and continues to move SF-3264 moves to 1162,154,-138 and slows to a stop The General glances sideways a moment, grinning briefly, looking sympathetic. "I'da been nervous, too," he drawls, as his ship zooms into Kichnar Station's public hangar bay. SF-3264 has landed on ss-7199 Adams looks at him "Huh, oh, I've just had some bad experiences with space travel... Thats all." Down and in the ship goes, Solo getting onto the comm to inform the hangar personnel of the _Falcon_'s approach, and shortly thereafter, she's settling with surprising smoothness for all her battered appearance. As he starts powering down the systems, Solo glances again at his young companion briefly, and a bit blankly; perhaps the notion of discomfort with space travel is something he's not accustomed to. "Yeah?" Adams begins with, "Well, I did customs back at home before I joined up here and we were checking for illegal cargo on a YT-2400 when the pilot, who locked himself up in the cockpit opened up and airlock and I got sucked out.." That catches Solo's attention, as he at last turns to shed his gloves and slide them into a pocket. "Yeah?" he repeats, dark brows climbing. "Hope you were wearing life support...?" Adams shakes his head, "Yeah, I uh, was, but it had a malfunction.. I was out for about 3 minutes and the ship we came up on picked me up." "Rough," commiserates the older man, gesturing the younger out of the cockpit now that the ship is lying quiescent again. You head aft and around a bend into the main corridor. Main Ring Corridor (Starboard)(#678RntJ) -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ft leads to Bunk Room.

ort leads to Cargo Hold. ore leads to Cockpit. tarboard leads to Level 5 -Public Hangar-. Han_Solo enters Main Ring Corridor (Starboard) Adams comes aft out of the cockpit corridor. Adams enters Main Ring Corridor (Starboard) Adams heads on down off the entry ramp. Adams has left. You head down off the entry ramp of the _Falcon_. Level 5 -Public Hangar- The Kichnar Station landing pad is built into the fifth level of the station. Wedge-shaped, it takes up about a quarter of the largest level on the Kichnar Orbital Station. Various ship maintenance and repair equiptment lines the walls. A set of hydrospanners lie errantly on the floor. A fusion generator supply tank stands at ready to fuel ships. An airlock leads to the transportation hub of the station. Signs of construction can be seen all around the hangar, as workers continue to move bulkheads to finish the construction of this huge hangar. Portions of some of the walls are of different color, obviously moved from other sections of this space station. The repulsar fields used for the ship entry area are portable, temporary units, positioned at each side and being run manually by several crewman. The large, permanent unit can be seen being brought into line at the rear of the hangar, with a dozen other crewman in gray jumpsuits working dilligently on that project. The whole hangar, while functional, is cramped with all the construction. OOC Note: Type INSPECT/CONTENTS to see what else is here. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Economic Presence -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Adams => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Hope => Machkeu => Nerik => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon => Benjawa => Rabid => Naldo => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Ilyrian Gnat -- CCS K'nak-Ve => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Wanderer Mk II -- CCS Ceylon => SHUTTLE: CSS Olumekar => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Inexorable => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Class 750 Freighter -- CCS Kuala Lampur => STARFIGHTER: Ghtroc Class 720 Freighter -- Makeshift Gizmo => STARFIGHTER: Sienar GAT-12j Skipray Blastboat -- Firehawk => CAPITAL: AEC Modular -- Windrunner(#7311LXz) => STARFIGHTER: Ghtroc Class 720 Freighter -- Chui Ieusi => STARFIGHTER: Koensayr BTL-S3 Y-wing -- Viper => STARFIGHTER: Ghtroc Class 720 Freighter -- Avenger => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Lucifer Sam => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Kale-1 -- Vrii Olumdar => STARFIGHTER: CEC YT-2400 -- Comet's Tail => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Elliptic Jade => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Ilyrian Gnat -- CFS Kresta => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Wanderer Mk II -- CFS Windancer => starport computer => Transport Panel -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- oreward leads to Level 5 -Transportation Hub-. Benjawa walks out the airlock to the station. Benjawa has left. Adams steps off the Falcon, looking around. Rabid can be seen walking towards the airlock, with Benjawa right behind him. Rabid walks out the airlock to the station. Rabid has left. Machkeu steps onto the ramp of the Chui, pausing to look at the newcomers His footsteps ringing off the entry ramp of his vessel, Solo follows Adams down into view, apparently in conversation with the younger man, to whom he says casually, "Got any plans in mind, kid?" Seeing the Falcon land, and more so her Pilot exit, Nerik shifts through the crowd making his way towards Solo. Anoyingly his progress is momentarily slowed as a passing cargo hauler blocks his path. Sighing with frustration, more that the bulk head of a driver almost ran him over, Nerik straightens himself and continues to approach Han and his companion. Adams shakes his head, "No, not really sir, just thought I'd look around for anything interesting." STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Intrepid arrives with a woosh and slowly settles down on the landing area. Ejil has arrived. Solo sets into motion at a conversational pace, heading himself for the turbolift. He nods to Adams, and then remarks dryly, "Well, keep with me if you want, or not, either way. Things do occasionally get interesting for me around here--" He pauses, though, as he catches sight of Nerik trying to approach him, and he straightens up a bit as if wondering if his own words are about to be proven. Nerik looks at you for a moment. Adams nods, walking behind Solo, "I guess, if its okay with you sir," he turns toward Nerik also. Naldo enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: SubPro Wanderer Mk II -- CCS Ceylon Naldo has left. Naldo steps out of . Naldo has arrived. Weaving through the passing traffic Nerik joins stride with Solo and Adams, heading as well towards the Turbo Lift. "Solo." he mentions plainly, more to grab the mans attention. His words are followed by a slight smile, while at first it appears to be that of a simple greeting, the expierenced scoundrel would pick up on the intention for business. Nerik pauses, considering Adams, giving him the head to toe examination, then after shrugging off the uniform he turns back to Han and adds. "You're just the scoundrel I wanted to see." Ejil walks out the airlock to the station. Ejil has left. "I didn't do it," Han Solo drawls blandly, hazel eyes settling their gazeon Nerik in obvious recognition. But indeed, he catches the intent in the other man's face and frame, and, hooking a thumb into his belt, he appends, "Whatever it is." Kael enters from coreward. Kael has arrived. Kael walks into the hangar followed by 6 workers all in Starshield uniforms. The workers have various crates and boxes in tow on Repulsorlifts. Kael directs them toward the public shuttle parking area. He then walks over to the Transport Panel and preses a command. Machkeu enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Ghtroc Class 720 Freighter -- Chui Ieusi Machkeu has left. His smile widens, then he brakes down into a laugh, shaking his head. He then looks up as he exclaims, "What you think there is something you could have done that I didn't get into first." With a playfull yet chalanging grin, Nerik scolds with his finger. "No... just some..." he pauses, checking over both shoulders, more of an exagerated motion to emphasise the type of "Information." he finishes. Adams looks back and forth at the men, confused. The boarding ramp to the Olumekar lowers as the crew begins to load their cargo onto the shuttle. Kael watches them, quietly as a Starshield security officer approaches him from the rear. "Director Denson, Mr. Fox says two more loads should take of it for the Merchant Divisionn's equipment" Kael nods and pulls out his datapad, making some notes, "Just put it all into the storage area in the officer at the arena. I will get them to move it where I want when I get there in the morning" Since Adams has stated he'll stick with him for the time being, Solo expects the younger man'll do exactly that; most of his attention, in the meantime, appears caught by Nerik as the Corellian reaches the lifts. "Yeah?" he asks lazily, though there's a glint of interest in the hazel eyes. "C'mon, then, and you can tell me about it, including how much you're asking for the information." You open the airlock and head into the KOS. Level 5 -Transportation Hub- The central transportation hub is filled with a variety of travellers, pilots, aliens, businessmen and security personnel. As you pause to look around you see a variety of small blast doors leading to private hangars. A few of the larger doors lead to the hangars of the variety of shipping and passenger lines that service Kichnar. The largest door leads into the cavernous public hangar in which can be found ships from all over the galaxy. Crewmen of all sorts move in and out of the area, going between the hangars with all manner of equipment and tools. Many panels in this area are open, with electricians working dilligently on the rewiring as the new hangars in this area continue to come on line. OOC Note: Type INSPECT/CONTENTS to see what else is here. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => NOTIFICATION -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- Public Hangar leads to Level 5 -Public Hangar-. Griffon Hangar leads to Level 5 -Griffon Hangar-. Nycad Hangar leads to Level 5 -Nycad Hangar-. TurboLift leads to Turbolift. Private Hangar leads to Level 5 -Private Hangar-. Adams comes in from the landing pad. Adams has arrived. Nerik comes in from the landing pad. Nerik has arrived. The Turbolift's doors close as it is moved to another level. The Turbolift arrives and the doors open. Ejil exits the turbolift. Ejil has arrived. Ejil heads into the public hangar. Ejil has left. Adams steps in after Solo, looking around the area. "Well..." Nerik begins, again glancing over his shoulders. "The price all depends on if you know what I think you do." His lips curling into a slight grin. Nerik's eyes dart briefly towards Adams, that's right, he thinks. Han's like a general or something. He chuckles lightly as he thinks to himself, sorry demise for a smuggler, must have been because of a girl. Following Nerik's glance to Adams, Solo says simply, "He's with me," as the three men reach the lifts. "This for my ears only?" Adams doesn't say anything, he just watches and listens. You enter the Elevator. Turbolift The turbolift runs up the core of the station. It's large, cylindrical shape runs the entire axis of the station. A panel of buttons is positioned by the lift door, next to the list of floors they send the turbolift to. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Turbolift Control Panel(#5772L) -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- Out leads to Level 5 -Transportation Hub-. Nerik comes into the elevator. Nerik has arrived. Adams comes into the elevator. Adams has arrived. Adams steps in after Han, he runs his fingers through his hair, looking slightly confused. Han already has a destination in mind, but he pauses briefly to eye Nerik with one dark brow inquiringly arched before slapping the lift control. Naldo comes into the elevator. Naldo has arrived. Stepping into the lift. "If you think he can handle it." Nerik states, totaly dead-pan. Naldo chooses level '4' from the Turbolift Control Panel. The Turbolift doors close. The Turbolift begins to pick up speed. The doors swiftly open. The Turbolift has stopped at Level 4 -Concourse-. Naldo leaves the turbolift. Naldo has left. Solo shrugs lightly, as the lift starts up and then parks on level 4. This'll do for him, and he gestures the others out. You leave the turbolift. Level 4 -Concourse- The main concourse of the KOS is the busiest part of the station. Wider than the rest of the station,this level is nearly half a mile in diameter. The center of the concourse is domed upward, with the turbolift tube rising up through the center. Spacers, traders, technicians and guards of countless races bustle through the concourse. There is an electronic sign by the western hallway that flashes, "Visit The Newly Opened Western Concourse... Space Available... Contact the Station Administrator..." OOC Note: Type INSPECT/CONTENTS to see what else is here. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => IGNews Terminal - KOS => Caspar News Service - Kichnar Edition => Mail Terminal: Kichnar -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- Edgeward West leads to Level 4 -Western Concourse-. Holonet Booth leads to Holo Booth. Edgeward North leads to Level 4 -Northern Concourse-. Edgeward South leads to Level 4 -Southern Concourse-. Edgeward East leads to Level 4 -Eastern Concourse-. TurboLift leads to Turbolift. Adams exits the turbolift. Adams has arrived. Nerik exits the turbolift. Nerik has arrived. Content to go where ever Han is headed, Nerik follows. He brakes down into a light laugh, giving Adams a slight nudge. "Boy you NR marines is it?" he doesn't wait for Adams to answer as he continues. "Need to loosen up a bit." He turns back towards Solo once more with a sly grin. "So... over a drink?" Adams looks over at Nerik, about to answer, but doesn't as he says something. Solo flicks Adams a measuring glance, not knowing how the younger man is liable to react to any particular bit of information that might happen to cross his personal path -- but he's not about to let Nerik know that. "You buying?" he asks guilelessly, as he heads straight for the northern concourse. You enter the wide, busy concourse. Level 4 -Northern Concourse- You stand in the middle of a long corridor reaching from the center of the station out to the outer edge. Along the corridor a variety of businesses have shops open and flashy signs trying to draw you into their interiors. OOC Note: Type INSPECT/CONTENTS to see what else is here. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Atlas -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- Keepon Casino leads to Level 4 -Keepon Casino-. FineLine Spaceways Office leads to Level 4 -FLS Offices-. Blue Nebula leads to Level 4 -Blue Nebula Cantina-. Coreward leads to Level 4 -Concourse-. Nerik enters from coreward. Nerik has arrived. Adams enters from coreward. Adams has arrived. Apparently in conversation with Nerik and Adams, Solo can be seen sauntering, quite steadily, for the Keepon Casino. "Me?" Nerik replies, pointing a finger to his chest. "I suppose if that New republic isn't paying you enough." With another sarcastic smile, he heads towards the Keepon. Atlas looks at you for a moment. Adams follows after Han, not really knowing what to say. You step between the pair of bouncers and enter Keepon Casino. Level 4 -Keepon Casino- For many beings, even tall ones, the only reminder this vast room gives of having a ceiling is the three large chandeliers which decend from the lofty roof to illuminate a virtual nebula of color and riches below. Crystal-distorted light casts a hazy glow over the casino, the rich midnight blue and gold trims of the decor giving the establishment the clandestine air of forbidden evenings and half-dreams. A clear aisle from the door sweeps a deep blue path to the bar against the far wall; islands of sabacc tables to the left of the entrance, a smooth near-reflecting black dancefloor to the right, and a wide raised dais in the far right corner which bears tables for dining. Odd movement against the wall behind the draws patrons' attentions, for the entire wall, up to two meters, is one large mirror; but not quite, as odd ghost images waft across its surface which have no real origin in the room. The bar, presiding from the back, is long and of a deep real wood, graceful stools before, and one of the largest collections of drinks behind, rising like steppes behind three hard-working human bartenders. The dance of the Sabacc cards, the disturbing and distracting images on the mirror Wall, the elegantly dressed patrons and the dancers on an ebony field give the Keepon Casino a near mythical, ephemeral quality. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Qwan => Naldo => Bec => Aidon => Jedi Duel Machine => Slot Machine -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- Corridor leads to Level 4 -Northern Concourse-. Aidon rubs his chin, and considers. "Not bad, though the last part didn't roll off the tongue all that well. You've got to get a rhythm going, you know? Guess that part comes with experience. You should try being a drill instructor for a few months. That'd hone you down. And you really should pay closer attention to your drinks than that." He nods to where the ale used to be sitting. Nerik steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Nerik has arrived. Adams steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Adams has arrived. Naldo sighs, realizing the reality of the situation. Once inside the establishment, Solo pauses to turn over his blaster to the guard at the door, familiar with the etiquette of this establishment. He then considers his two companions, and says musingly to Adams, "Kid, feel free to mingle around this place if you want, while I have a word with my friend here, huh?" Adams nods, "Yes sir," he says and walks off. Various reflections of beings in the room are suddenly outlined in multicolored sparks on the Wall. As the young private leaves his side willingly enough, Solo shifts round to consider Nerik, gaze expectant. Naldo looks at Solo. The human looks familiar, but then again, all humans look alike. But there was something about this human. He is sure he has seen him somewhere... "Yeah, and you should try kissing my ass sometime," Bec suggests to Aidon. He and the older man are standing beside the casino's long bar, and despite the crowded condition of the establishment, there's a significant bit of clear floor space surrounding them. The lieutenant's sarcastic tone might be clue as to why. "Keep your advice to yourself, all right, Obi-Wan? I'm not looking for anybody to teach me the ways of the Force." Naldo looks at you for a moment. Poised, about to speak, Nerik notices a pair of Trandoshans begining to raise from a table down on the main floor. "I uh..." Nerik begins, more of a whisper to Han. The trandoshans, smiles of sharp teeth starting show as they move through the crowd towards the door exchange some words and lock their eyes in on Nerik. "Um... you know, perhaps another time, I'm suddenly feeling not so well, so if you'll excuse me." He smiles, shifting his eyes to signal Solo in on the reason of his hasty departure. That said, he turns and swiftly exits. He can't help it. Aidon just starts laughing. A full-bellied, true laugh. Not a chuckle or a snort. A laugh. He says, falling into the hick accent that's common to hicks the galaxy across. "You're hot stuff, Mr. Pilot Sir, and I'm I'm -real- sorry I didn't let you know how I felt as soon's you walked in, ordered your skunked ale, and got it stolen. See, I'm so dumb and uneddicated that I never even thought to -look- to see if you wore risers in your boots." Solo's gaze quickly flits to the Trandoshans in question, and he gives Nerik just a bare hint of a nod, letting the other man take an opportunity to flee, though his features crinkle in fleeting annoyance. Still, as Nerik flees, the Corellian's attention swings round to take in the Trandoshans again, and just to be ornery, he ambles over in their direction and pipes up guilelessly, "Evenin', sentients, what say I buy you a drink?" Nerik makes his way out of the Casino. Nerik has left. Leia steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Leia has arrived. Naldo looks breifly at the new arrival. The mirror wall behind the sabacc tables reflects the room, then slyly adds about a half dozen black silhouettes of stormtroopers. The bigger of the two Trandos swings a baleful gaze around to Solo, beginning to hiss out, "We have business. You will let us pass--" He is interrupted, however, by the other, who eyes the Corellian just as piercingly, and who whispers something to the first in their native tongue. There's a pause, though not a long one, as Bec counts to a suitably high number in his head. It's been a long couple of days for the lieutenant, and though he's not really sure what he was hoping to find in the Keepon Casino to settle his frayed nerves, Aidon isn't it. At somewhere around ten, Bec straightens up from his slouch against the bar and takes a well-aimed, well-practiced, smashball-player's swing at the other man's jaw. The bouncers at the door apparently know the small brunette whose recent arrival is inobtrusive and singularly quiet...besides, it's easy to appear without a fuss when a bar brawl is about to begin elsewhere. Rolling her eyes, Leia pads toward the middle of the casino and starts her search for the Corellian she calls nerfherder, laserbrain, scruffy...and sometimes husband. The attack goes well wide of Aidon's jaw simply because Aidon's jaw is no longer where it was a second ago. He's ducked low, and then pops back up again. "Nice swing," he commments. "Want to try again?" He seems determined to give the pilot the benefit of the doubt, at least until they're thoroughly into the fight. Rather than give up the rest of his drink to theft, he tosses it down in one swallow and then beckons. "C'mon, flyboy. You need to work off some steam." "Perhapssss you _can_ buy ussss a drink, Han Ssssolo," hisses the first of the Trandos. Both pairs of the reptiloids' eyes focus their unblinking stare on the Corellian, as the first Trandoshan adds meaningfully, "But we are more interesssssted in information. The one who left. Where issss he going?" Preparing to slide into his best smooth-talk -- read: whatever banthadung tale he can concoct to give Nerik sufficient time to make himself scarce -- Solo opens his mouth to speak, just as his attention happens to flick to Bec near the bar, and his fist-swinging in progress. The Corellian's features harden a moment, and in that same guileless tone, he goes on, "'Scuse me." And he abruptly alters his course, heading in the lieutenant's direction. From the casino staff comes a split reaction: a waiter approaches Bec and Aidon with the intention of inserting himself between them while one of the bartenders and two of the security staff collect behind the bar. Their whispers are sharpish and purposeful...and very serious. "...detail...on Caspar...disappearance....searching...entire hospital grounds....Karrde..." The pair of Trandoshans, displeased by the Corellian's abrupt shift of attention, hiss their annoyance. But the smaller one gestures urgently to his companion, and the two take the opportunity to head out, perfectly willing to ignore this other Corellian in favor of the one they're pursuing. In moments, they're gone. The movement of patrons in the casino is deplicted in the large mirror as trailing faint auras of color. Qwan gives Jedi Duel Machine some Standard Galactic Credits. Bec is not entirely surprised by Aidon's quick move. A little surprised, yes. But not enough to prevent him from spinning on the ball of one foot to follow the taller man's maneuver. In a probably misguided attempt to equalize the disadvatage of height and weight, the pilot hurls himself at Aidon with the clear intent to tackle him to the floor. "I told you," he says as his shoulder heads for the other man's midsection, "To keep your damn advice." Qwan gives Slot Machine some Standard Galactic Credits. As the server makes his effort to try to prevent the brawl from escalating, a quintet of casino employees depart in unison, nary a word exchanged between them, their pace brisk and as near to hurrying as anything that occurs in the posh place. Solo's expression darkens further as he spies the waiter trying to interpose himself between the two men at the bar, and Bec apparently bent on mayhem. Hoping that the waiter'll sufficiently shield Aidon, the General barks out the moment he's in earshot, "Lieutenant! Is there a _problem_ here?" And he backs up words with actions, intending to dart in and grab Bec by the back of his clothes and haul the younger man bodily backwards if he has to. Naldo stands and walks through the melee erupting, towards the door. He grabs his weapons on his way out. Naldo makes his way out of the Casino. Naldo has left. Bec Polished silver buckles cross Bec's chest at an asymmetrical angle, fastening the deep black, well-cut vest that covers his broad shoulders and trim torso. The dark color is echoed again in his trousers, and his spotless black boots are fastened with the same chrome. A loose-fitting black parka of light synthetic fabric hangs open from neck to hem, and floats back airly on the breeze when he walks. The sleeves are pushed up to display a chronometer that could probably ransom a political prisoner from Kessel and his eyes are hidden by a pair of blue-mirrored sunglasses, their shiny silver rims matching the brilliance of the buckles elsewhere on his attire. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => DD6 Blaster Pistol => Vibro-Knife => Light Armor There's not much of a dodge Aidon can do with a couple hundred pounds of angry pilot hurtling at him, so he turns sideways a little, takes the blow, and then grabs for Bec's shoulder to use his momentum against him and throw him. The server has picked an inopportune time to try to get in the middle, as he's now sandwiched between the two men. According to the mirror wall, Leia is suddenly dressed in last season's fashion. Bec used to play dirty when he played smashball, at least, when he played against his team's chief rival, and on more than one occasion, he ended up with a referee sandwiched between himself and an opposing player. Reflexively, he reaches up and around the waiter to grab hold of a handful of Aidon's clothing to pull the other man down with him. "No problem, sir," he shouts to Solo, as he loses his footing under his adversary's shove. Leia finds a seat and simply watches, chin in hand; boys, apparently, will be boys. Two largish waiters and an employee from the door whose bulk is near an A-wing's mass approach the brawlers with a decided lack of amusement over the situation. "GENTLEMEN," the largest murmurs like a warning rumble of thunder, "please desist. Now." While Aidon never played much smashball, he's fought one or two bar fights before. The server gets a solid shove out of the danger area with one hip as the two men go down together. Aidon hits a corner on the way down, which seems to finally make him angry. He aim a single, solid punch at Bec's midsection before the A-wing speaks. Which surprises him so much that he almost looks up. The reflection of Aidon in the mirror suddenly pixelizes and flys apart, only to reassemble again. Seeing the big, big, _big_ fellow heading their way, Solo, his features turned positively thunderous at Bec's apparently blithe reply, moves in, planting himself swiftly between the fighting men and reaching to grab the lieutenant and brace him up steadily as he can so that he can glare into his face. Bec has still got a handful of Aidon's unfortunate shirt when Han grabs hold of his jacket, and the lieutenant is momentarily jerked in two different directions as one end of the three-man chain falls to the floor and the other end tugs him upright. Thoroughly disoriented by Solo's forceful intervention, Bec whips his head around to see who's grabbed hold of him. Thankfully, the backwards movement means that Aidon's hefty punch is partially deflected. With the wind knocked out of him nonetheless, the pilot lets go of his first opponent and grabs onto Han's lapel instead, his feet scrabbling for a solid purchase on the casino floor. On the mirror wall, Leia's reflection morphs into an unrecognizable for a while. "Gentlemen." Now the fighter-sized pile of flesh is sounding a bit perturbed. "Do stop this at once. I don't wish to escort you all outside." Solo keeps as firm a grip on Bec as he can, wondering exactly how much alcohol the man must have consumed, and he can be heard to growl, his usual drawl turned sharp, "Lieutenant, you have exactly two options. One. You take your seat and resume behaving like an officer. Two. I turn you over to this big gent here, and after he tosses you out on your backside, you can explain to me _and_ your commanding officer why you shouldn't be confined to" -- he pauses momentarily to grunt in effort, as he nearly loses his grip on the younger man, then concludes -- "quarters. _Choose_." The princess's smile from her position at a table nearby dictates her thoughts clearly enough: "That's my husband." Aidon rolls over a couple of times, getting himself well out of Bec's way, and then jumps to his feet when no one tackles him. He gives the giant a grin and a calm, "Sorry, old fellow. The pilot there is having a bad day and needed to blow off some steam. Next time we'll take it outside first." He looks mildly surprised at Han's actions, and strolls over next to Bec. "Actually, he was winning," he says helpfully. "That's officerlike." Untrue, of course, but that's all right. "Besides, we'd already agreed that the lieutenant here was having a bad day and needed to let off a little steam." He glances around, and adds, "Of course, outside it would have been a little less crowded." Bec's reflection on the wall is shadowed by a ghostly human woman. Bec's feet cease and desist all scrabbling activity, midway through Han's offer. Hanging more or less entirely from the general's attire, boots out to the side, he darts a quick glance toward the bouncer, evidenced by the sudden appearance of the fighter-sized fellow as a bluish reflection in the lieutenant's glasses. A glance is enough to convey the impression of overwhelming bulk, though, and when Bec looks back up at the thoroughly annoyed face of the legendary smuggler he's using as a scaffold, he simply clears his throat, contritely. "Yes, sir," he says, which is always a good answer. The bouncer stands behind Solo, arms crossed so that his biceps bulge to the size of his head, and grins evenly, purposefully. "Good answer," barks Solo, voice more gravelly than usual. He hauls Bec as adroitly as he can sidelong to plant the lieutenant on the nearest chair, the black annoyance in his expression beginning to subside. Mostly. He then glances to Aidon to let the man know he heard his commentary, and adds gruffly, "We've got better ways to blow off steam than punching civilians, but thanks." Aidon looks surprised. Then he glances down at his clothing and frowns. "Civilian," he agrees. "That I am, aren't I?" He shakes his head, not appearing pleased with the idea. Bec gets a clap on the shoulder. The older man says, "Look me up another time, flyboy. I'll show you how to drink like a pilot should." Aidon He's a tall man. When he's standing, he stands straight, which makes it more noticeable. He's got the shoulders and arms of a man who works with his hands, and seems generally fit. Those hands are large and maybe strong, but otherwise unremarkable. Grey is starting at his temples, though the rest of his hair is dark. The hair at the crown is probably thinner than he'd like it to be. His eyes, some dark shade of brown, are blocked by a pair of wire-framed glasses. His face is old enough to have seen one or two things. His clothing is well-made and formal. He fits it well, as if he's forgotten that most people don't dress like this all the time. The sabacc-side wall seems to be reflecting the room in a horizontally flipped image. The large bouncer nods approvingly and remains where he is, silently dedicated to ensuring this problem is solved. Rabid steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Rabid has arrived. Bec twists his shoulder away from Aidon's cuff, and a sour expression comprises the thanks the other man gets for his attempt. "The only thing you can show me how to do is make love to a mynock," the pilot sneers. "I'll pass." Atlas steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Atlas has arrived. Detjin steps into the entry way from the northern concourse. Detjin has arrived. Solo's brows tighten at the Lieutenant's mouth, and he shoots a forefinger at the younger man, warning him, "Don't give me, or him" -- and his dark head nods at the bouncer -- "reason to come back over here." He pivots on his heel, then, saying brusquely to Aidon, "Evenin'," before he stalks away. The businessman who strolls in, looks as though he's been awake for two days straight. He slowly hands his sidearm over to the bouncer, as always, and makes his way over towards the Star Table. "SoyKaf...as strong as is possibly safe.", he says to a passing waitress, as he drops down into one of the seats. As quickly as the bounty hunter slips into the casino, two nearby bouncers decend upon him, producing comlinks and blasters alike. All the while, to the guests benefit, there is a general refrain among them of particular haste or alarm. As for the Rodian, his dark eyes waste no time in their surveyal of those before him, human and otherwise. Aidon gives Bec a long look. "Maybe we ought to take that walk outside sooner rather than later, son. You have a lot of manners to learn, no matter what kind of a bad day you're having." He watches Solo go, his face entirely impassive at the man's high-handed manner. A line of Twi'lek chorus girls is reflected in the wall, running through the room. Han Solo, apparently, is in no mood to consider how his manner might be being perceived. As he leaves the two men at the bar behind, the Corellian heads for the door, giving no more than a cursory sweep of the place to make sure he doesn't bump into anybody on his way out. Private Adams has left, there's no sign of Nerik or the Trandos who'd been apparently on his case, and on top of everything else, Luke is most definitely not here. As far as Han's concerned, he's got no further reason to stay. Leia rises and catches up with Han, either joining him or trailing after him as he departs. Bec stays where he is, tugging his jacket into place with one hand as he flexes and unflexes the fingers of his other, testing the knuckles for stiffness. As the general strides away, an attentive ear might hear the lieutenant mumble to the effect that he's well over ten blasted years old. Aidon, however, not being a hero of the Rebellion, gets a more direct reply. "If you want to step outside, let's go." Detjin almost trips over himself backing up, to the bouncer's delight, in every effort to beat these new figures out of the casino. He lowers his head with his exit, pretensing as much casualty as he can muster. Aidon gives a grand, sweeping gesture. "After you. I know a quiet place off the concourse where we won't disturb a soul." Detjin makes his way out of the Casino. Detjin has left. As Leia's slight figure comes into view in the corner of his eye, Han glances sideways at her, and his harsh expression relaxes fractionally. But only fractionally. He stops long enough to get his blaster from the bouncers at the door, then grumpily sticks out an elbow for his wife to grasp. Leia grasps the arm willingly, murmurs, "My hero," a bit dryly, and walks out with Han in tow. You make your way out of the casino's main room and into the concourse outside. Level 4 -Northern Concourse- -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Detjin -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- Keepon Casino leads to Level 4 -Keepon Casino-. FineLine Spaceways Office leads to Level 4 -FLS Offices-. Blue Nebula leads to Level 4 -Blue Nebula Cantina-. Coreward leads to Level 4 -Concourse-. Leia comes out of the Keepon Casino. Leia has arrived. With Leia on his elbow, Han Solo emerges from the Casino, rumbling softly to the Princess, "Didn't see ya in there, Your Highness." "The cloud of testosterone was overwhelming, I imagine," teases Leia. "Come on...I'm worn out. Let's get some sleep." Secretly beside himself at the turn of events, Detjin violently tugs an Ithorian to one side moments before the two humans can leave the casino, starting right in with loose casual dialogue, keeping his back to them - and the weapon on the ithorian. "Makes two of us," murmurs Solo, only loud enough for his wife to hear. Too tired from the unexpected effort of having to break up a fight to argue with the Princess as to exactly why she was wandering around unescorted, he remains content to simply focus on getting the two of them back to the _Falcon_, the notion of Leia and Bed sounding amazingly good. The pair of them move off, Solo not noticing either the Rodian or the Ithorian. You head coreward. Level 4 -Concourse- -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => IGNews Terminal - KOS => Caspar News Service - Kichnar Edition => Mail Terminal: Kichnar -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- Edgeward West leads to Level 4 -Western Concourse-. Holonet Booth leads to Holo Booth. Edgeward North leads to Level 4 -Northern Concourse-. Edgeward South leads to Level 4 -Southern Concourse-. Edgeward East leads to Level 4 -Eastern Concourse-. TurboLift leads to Turbolift. Leia comes from the northern concourse. Leia has arrived. Detjin comes from the northern concourse. Detjin has arrived. At that the Rodian falls in tow, remaining a few meters behind the pair. The lift. His sole chance at the find, the bounty hunter's mind is a million places at once - and at the thought of it he heightens his step, his subtle intention to corner them inside. The Turbolift's doors close as it is moved to another level. The Turbolift arrives and the doors open. Laitron exits the turbolift. Laitron has arrived. Leia pauses to wait on the turbolift, giving Han a small smile and quick kiss on the cheek. "You did wonderfully back there. Almost respectable." The Turbolift's doors close as it is moved to another level. Solo turns to smile faintly, crookedly down at the dainty young woman beside him, slinging an arm around her. "Don't spread it around," he murmurs. "I got a rep to maintain." Laitron steps out of the way of counciler Organa Solo, as he passes her he murmers so no one else can hear, "Counciler, I believe I have some information that may interest you. Contact me whenever you are free so we can possibly meet." "Certainly," murmurs Leia in weary response to the person who's just approached her, finding a small, polite smile to boot. Bec comes from the northern concourse. Bec has arrived. Very difficult to murmur at Leia without her husband hearing it, too, since Han is right there at Leia's side. "If you don't _mind_," he rumbles testily, as Laitron passes rather close for Han's still peevish temper, and the Corellian has to avoid bumping into him. Bec presses the elevator call button. The Turbolift arrives and the doors open. Bec enters the Elevator. Bec has left. The Turbolift's doors close as it is moved to another level. Detjin almost trots to make the turbolift, stepping inside just as the door hisses shut. In a most calm a contained manner he moves himself beside the lift controls, depressing a button. Laitron salutes General Solo, "Yes Sir" Leia presses the elevator call button. The Turbolift arrives and the doors open. Leia enters the Elevator. Leia has left. Detjin enters the Elevator. Detjin has left. Solo eyes Laitron, but returns the salute anyway as he follows Leia into the lift. You enter the Elevator. Turbolift -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Detjin => Leia => Turbolift Control Panel(#5772L) -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- Out leads to Level 4 -Concourse-. Leia chooses level '5' from the Turbolift Control Panel. The Turbolift doors close. The Turbolift begins to pick up speed. The doors swiftly open. The Turbolift has stopped at Level 5 -Transportation Hub-. You leave the turbolift. Level 5 -Transportation Hub- -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Stalh => NOTIFICATION -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- Public Hangar leads to Level 5 -Public Hangar-. Griffon Hangar leads to Level 5 -Griffon Hangar-. Nycad Hangar leads to Level 5 -Nycad Hangar-. TurboLift leads to Turbolift. Private Hangar leads to Level 5 -Private Hangar-. Leia exits the turbolift. Leia has arrived. Detjin exits the turbolift. Detjin has arrived. You go through the airlock to the hangar. Level 5 -Public Hangar- -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Economic Presence -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => SHUTTLE: CSS Olumekar => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Hope => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Inexorable => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Class 750 Freighter -- CCS Kuala Lampur => STARFIGHTER: Ghtroc Class 720 Freighter -- Makeshift Gizmo => STARFIGHTER: Sienar GAT-12j Skipray Blastboat -- Firehawk => CAPITAL: AEC Modular -- Windrunner(#7311LXz) => STARFIGHTER: Ghtroc Class 720 Freighter -- Chui Ieusi => STARFIGHTER: Koensayr BTL-S3 Y-wing -- Viper => STARFIGHTER: Ghtroc Class 720 Freighter -- Avenger => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Lucifer Sam => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Kale-1 -- Vrii Olumdar => STARFIGHTER: CEC YT-2400 -- Comet's Tail => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Elliptic Jade => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Ilyrian Gnat -- CFS Kresta => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Wanderer Mk II -- CFS Windancer => starport computer => Transport Panel -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- oreward leads to Level 5 -Transportation Hub-. Detjin enters from coreward. Detjin has arrived. Leia enters from coreward. Leia has arrived. Leia enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon Leia has left. STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Hope engages its ion engines and takes off. Stalh enters from coreward. Stalh has arrived. Laitron enters from coreward. Laitron has arrived. Just for once, Han muses, he'd like to come to Kichnar -- or for that matter, anywhere -- without some sentient or other trying to sell him information. As he and Leia reach the _Millennium Falcon_'s lowered ramp, Han's gaze sweeps over the freighter, and he pauses to frown darkly as his gaze alights on some detail of the ship's hull that catches him amiss. He drops a kiss on the Princess's forehead and murmurs something to her, and as Leia vanishes up into the ship, Solo turns to move round to the spot on the hull that had caught his eye. Laitron enters and winds his way towards the shuttle. Laitron has left. Laitron walks up the ramp of the Olumekar. The Olumekar powers up it's engines and leaves the landing area. That spot - is more than the General bargained for. From just about nowhere Detjin steps clearly into view, positioned only a toss from Solo, and he places his other foot just behind him with a 'clump'. Amidst his entrance is perhaps the item of both party's interest, a somewhat modified riot gun, hugged close to the bounty hunter's person as indistinguishably as possible. "General Solo, come with me.", he orders in an accented, classical two toned basic. His manner is matter of fact, he honestly expects the human to comply. Rabid enters from coreward. Rabid has arrived. After entering the Hanger bay, the eyes of Stalh immediately rush to the disappearing Leia and her husband who has previous just ignored him and walked past. Going over to give them both a piece of his mind is his intention as Stalh starts to walk over, stopping finally only a few meters from Solo. Due to Solo's positioning, he is unaware of Detjin's presence. Rabid makes his way towards the insystem shuttle area, settling into line with the rest of the late-night commuters to Caspar. The Olumekar comes in for a landing and powers down it's engines. Solo whirls at Detjin's voice, his hand blurring to the blaster riding in the holster at his thigh, and in a pico, it's in his right hand. It hasn't been that long since his last encounter with a Rodian who's dared to pull a gun on him, and with his own gun pointed steadily at the green sentient, he grits out, "I don't think so." Ready to fire if need be, he immediately starts back up towards the _Falcon_, swearing internally all the while, and hoping Leia's safely aboard. Rabid has left. Rabid walks up the ramp of the Olumekar. The Olumekar powers up it's engines and leaves the landing area. Detjin At first glance, a Rodian, though different somehow. Deeply black eyes, set well-into a leathery, time worn face mark his years. Though whether it is his lean, tightly strung physique paired with his calculating gaze, or perhaps the mere visage of his dark, strangely detached manner for a bounty hunter; one thing is for certain, no good can come of his presence. He is wearing a light armor of sorts, comprised of a vest and clipped extenstion plates reaching mid-thigh, all of a speckled, metallic gray blue. Underneath, a simple long-sleeved shirt and slacks, both of loose fitting black fabric. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Light Armor => Rodian Dagger => HM-100 Riot Gun A vision of a Rodian wielding a gun is the first thing Stalh notices as Solo whirls to face the creature. He drops to one knee, as in a vain attempt to get out of the way of the two imminent fighters and rolls away...Or so it appeared. Though desparately out fire-powered by the Solo's gun and even the riot gun, Stalh still withdraws a Hold-Out from his the inside of his Left Boot - wishing to all heaven that he still had his MX on him. He switches off the safety, and the loud 'click' is heard so everyone now knows that indeed there is another weapon being wielded. "A poor choice.", the Rodian heckles quietly, this time in his native tongue. With as little flair, and with least heart, he triggers a tide of surprisingly wide, blistering blue flare of energy to decend upon the Corellian of repute. His own safety something left to second nature, a resort as natural as drawing a breath of this stale, processed air. Stalh The Human occupying your line of vision radiates a sense of self-control. While not overtly big, his 185 centimetre frame is would be noticeable in a average size room. His body appears well toned, more so than normal due to the fact that the man is wearing a tight hugging black tee-shirt, which shows off the curvacious nature of his well built arms. The tee-shirt is plain black and void of any markings. The shirt is tucked neatly into pants which are commonally known as 'urban fatigues'. These pants are grey, white and gun-metal blue, which make them possible to be hidden better against the dull grey colour of most civilised cities. The pants are tucked tightly into highly polished black combat boots, which stop just about 5 centimetres above the ankle. Fixed firmly to the man's left side is a holster, containing a large, heavy looking blaster with a silver flash supressor. The man's face however is a stark contrast to the militeristic style clothing. His skin is a nordic tan that glows in the light. Coupled with this is a head of dark brown hair. His eyes are captivating. They are the darkest green possibly imagined for a man of this nature and they look as if they were taken as gems from the seas of Corellia itself. Noticeable on the underside of the man's left wrist is a black tatoo that appears faded with age. If looking carefully, one can make it out to read: ST_SS08186 Similarily, there is another tatoo on the man's left bi-cep, one that is mostly covered by his shirt. However, the man's left bi-cep, one that is mostly covered by his shirt. However, one can slightly make out the image of a planet out of it. The Olumekar comes in for a landing and powers down it's engines. Karrde walks down the ramp of the Olumekar. Karrde has arrived. Karrde strides down the ramp of the shuttle, looking particularly foul. Detjin rolls a 24 for his BLASTER skill. Detjin boosts this roll with a Character Point by 6, giving a total of 30. An Excellent roll! Han_Solo rolls a 34 for his DODGE skill. A Heroic roll! The man in the military fatigues shields his eyes momentarily against the bright blue azure light of the Stun blaster. Squinting at the Rodian and still cursing for a better weapon, Stalh takes snaps off a quick shot, in hope to drop the pathetic excuse for a sentient before he kills Solo. As Detjin's weapon spits forth its blast, Han throws himself sideways out of the way, hitting the hangar bay deck and rolling as he barely manages to avoid getting downed. The beam almost clips him, and Solo flashes his blaster up into firing position... Stalh is hardly a glint in the bounty hunter's eye, although its anyone's guess if Detjin even knows he's there, aiming that weapon. Rather, the Rodian focuses on the tasks at hand; this shot that failed him, and the Corellian's markmanship 'Lets see if you can do that again.' he challenges the other in thought. STARFIGHTER: Slayn and Korpil B-wing -- Wyvern 3 arrives with a woosh and slowly settles down on the landing area. Stalh rolls a 22 for his BLASTER skill. Stalh boosts this roll with a Character Point by 11, giving a total of 33. A Heroic roll! Laitron has arrived. Karrde, at the sounds of weapons discharging fiery death, takes a long step behind the nearest cover, the shuttle kiosk. A small weapon appears in his hand, but he contrentrates on keeping out of the excitement more than anything else. Laitron perchs on the the cockpit of his B-Wing and watchs the scene Detjin rolls a 20 for his DODGE skill. A Good roll! Han_Solo rolls a 36 for his BLASTER skill. A Heroic roll! Laitron looks at you for a moment. Detjin rolls a 26 for his DODGE skill. An Excellent roll! Detjin rolls a 18 for his ENDURANCE skill. A Good roll! Solo's blaster erupts in blue, just as Stalh's own gun discharges. Seeing his shot peg the Rodian, the Corellian grins mirthlessly and one-sidedly, watching for the -- hunter? Assassin? Who knows, he's firing at Solo, that's enough for him -- to drop. STARFIGHTER: SubPro Wanderer Mk II -- CCS Ceylon arrives with a woosh and slowly settles down on the landing area. Aquila steps out of . Aquila has arrived. In an inconcievably bad turn of luck, the hopeful bounty hunter is stricken simultaneously with two weapons' payload, stumbling back by mere instinct, his mind clarified like never before - eyes rolled back, his back hits the ground with a sharp thud, where he is reduced to a gasp and a twitch. 'Composure', he reckons, fighting the strangling sensations dancing around his neck and chest. Karrde cautiously looks out from behind the kiosk he shares with a few startled public shuttle passengers, palm blaster finding itself hidden again as he watches with narrowed eyes and a bland interest. Stalh grins evilly as his blaster shot sreams across the hanger and hits the Rodion. "Aha," he laughs cycnically as he looks Rodian. The shot from Solo's own causes him to flinch again, but seeing that the threat is felled, momentarily at least, he decides to inch closer to finish off the un-human. Aquila jumps to the side of his ship, completely taken by surprise at the scene that awaited him apon leaving the ship Laitron hops off the B-Wing and lands with a muffled thump. He does not stray any closer but remains at a distance watching in case his help is needed. If this had been Nar Shaddaa or Mos Eisley, Solo would fry the Rodian without a second thought. As it happens, it's Kichnar Station. And at least in theory, the ex-smuggler, now-General is darkly aware that killing sentients while he's part of a diplomatic entourage would be less than advisable. "Hold it," he barks to Stalh, spending just enough attention to get a good hard look at his assailant, just to make sure he's staying down... The Diplomat, wearing clothes that unbecomes his official position in the Republic turns to Solo quickly assessing the General, then shifting his eyes back to the alien. "Kill him Sir," he says coldly, icily. "It is better to have a ghost behind you," he looks back at Solo, his look emitting the warmth of Hoth, "than a grudge." He doesn't press further though, but he doesn't lower his weapon either. Lying as still as night, Detjin's eyes are hauntingly wide open, a disturbing site - perhaps, to some. 'Come here, hero!' his mind screams at Solo's "aid", on the cold metal flooring. The Olumekar powers up it's engines and leaves the landing area. Laitron stairs at the Rodian on the ground, satisfied that he is down for a while Laitron approaches the General and the man still holding his gun at the downed Rodian. The Olumekar comes in for a landing and powers down it's engines. Yohko walks down the ramp of the Olumekar. Yohko has arrived. Keeping his blaster unwaveringly pointed at the Rodian crumpled on the deck, Solo lifts with wary grace to his feet. He can be heard to growl out distractedly to Stalh, "I ain't got the luxury of that choice at the moment, pal." With the Princess safely oblivious -- he _hopes_! -- on board the _Falcon_, he's not about to get station security up on arms as to why he's turned his assailant into a smoking corpse on the deck. Stalh swivels on his heels as he hears someone approach from behind. He points his still primed blaster at the approaching Laitron, all the time nervously twitching the trigger in case not is all what is seems. He glances down at the bright orange jumpsuit, more particular the Republic arm patch. Sighing loudly he moans, "Don't do that, ok?" He stares at you intently, "Unless you want more holes to breath easier." Laitron steps back, "It's ok, I didn't mean to startle you." Selektah enters from coreward. Selektah has arrived. Karrde steps out from behind his hiding spot and gives the Bith tourists near him a brief study. Tugging on a sleeve, he approaches one gawking creatures and has quiet words with it. Webb enters from coreward. Webb has arrived. Tarlin enters from coreward. Tarlin has arrived. Tiberius enters from coreward. Tiberius has arrived. Laitron glances up and notices the Marines arriving As Stalh's attention diverts, Solo edges, his entire stance broadcasting alertness, closer to his fallen assailant to make sure Detjin is in fact unconscious. His gaze flicks sideways as he catches sight of the personnel hurrying into the area; aware that he probably looks mighty suspicious right about now, he nevertheless holds his ground, waiting for the incoming arrivals to approach. Tarlin Enters the room and takes cover as soon as he clears the door Selektah looks at you for a moment. Aquila walks out from behind his ship to get a better view of the action, though still remaining close enough to get back in if he needs to. Arands enters from coreward. Arands has arrived. Continuing to sigh at Laitron's stupidity, Stalh returns his attention back to the fallen Rodian. He finally lowers his firearm as he notices a commotion near the entrance. 'Too many witnesses.' The Diplomat looks at Solo steadily, studying him with his brutal eyes. 'Should of killed him Solo...' He shakes his head and flicks the safety back onto his blaster which is still smoking slightly from his well aimed shot that help felled the assailent. Tiberius follows cautiously behind the group as he scans the room eagerly watching over the hangar. Webb leads a somewhat hastily assembled squad of Marines into the hangar, all of which are attired and armed as he is, in full combat armour with KXC-23 pulse rifles at ready. As he has been told to expect to be walking into a firefight he's entering a little cautiously, motioning for his squad to stay back for the moment as he edges closer, rifle brought up to his shoulder and ready to fire. Detjin is on his feet in an instant, though his body is notably worn. He stands pitched forward as if in a gale, his dark eyes shifting from threat to threat, the hunt turned too quickly into a shootout - not his game, though neither is laying down to die. Amid coughs he murmers quietly in Rodian, his upper ears posessing an energy unlike that of his legs, twitching back and forth, painting a picture in his head. "I have a warrant -" his voice breaks suddenly, finishing only after a drawn breath, "For you. General Solo." This time in basic, his eyes lock and set on the general. His weapon, smoking still, is seated in only one hand, pointed down. Yohko follows Arands out from the core and nearly bumps into him as he stops.. Arands follows the last of the marines into the hangar, immediately moving to one side seeking cover alongside one of the of the secondary bulkheads. Moving just to one side of the marine group, he nears a control panel and hastily stabs at the controls. Tarlin Moves to the side taking a pos behinde a ships landing gear for cover weapon ready. Karrde exchanges something for something from the surprised tourist, and begins making his way around the action, apparently not in the mind to stick around. Selektah cautiously enters the hanger behind Webb, his pulse rifle up at his shoulder ready to fire.... As the Marines start closing in, Solo holds his stance, his blaster never wavering. He holds his fire, too, though, and drawls with deceptive mildness, "You'll hafta pardon me if I don't choose to honor it." The firefight seems to have halted for the time being, and the Corellian is content enough to let this Rodian decide exactly whether he can try for the massive bounties riding on him with half a score of weapons pointed in his direction. The Rodian's apparent recovery alarms Stalh as he quickly brings his blaster to bear again, obviously not taking any choices. Cursing to Solo in Corellian he yells, "I thought you shot him??" He removes the safety from the blaster once more and stands ready, waiting for anything and everything/ Karrde walks out the airlock to the station. Karrde has left. Almost beside himself, the bounty hunter replies before Solo can finish, much less the other Corellian "This station honors Imperial bounties," and he gestures with his free hand, emphesizing his final words. "You have not found a safe haven -" a break in his voice again, followed up by a short cough. The stun's effect is dulling, he notes, narrowing his eyes as clarity once again begins to find its way into his head. Aquila enters in a code and unlocks STARFIGHTER: SubPro Wanderer Mk II -- CCS Ceylon Aquila has left. Aquila enters STARFIGHTER: SubPro Wanderer Mk II -- CCS Ceylon STARFIGHTER: SubPro Wanderer Mk II -- CCS Ceylon engages its ion engines and takes off. Tarlin looks over his shoulder and motions for the nearest marine to move into a pos on webbs other flank. So he/she can shoot past him and not thrue him. Solo smiles thinly. "Fortunately for me," he drawls, "I ain't employed by this station." He doesn't bother to comment that with a few exceptions in the solid center of New Republic space, there's very few places in the galaxy, really, that he can expect to avoid being shot at. "Feel free to argue your case with these fine people, though." And he bobs his dark head towards the armed Marines, one side of his mouth curling up. A booming laugh erupts from the diplomat. He shakes his head vigorously as he continues to chuckle. He raises his blaster slightly so as it is aimed at the Rodian's thorax. Stepping forward he replies, "I am a Diplomat, with both Imperial and Republic connections." He eyes the Rodian carefully, knowing full well how much damage the Riot Gun can cause if the Rodian does in deed have a suicide wish. "Show me this bounty, and I will decipher it for you." He looks sincere, even more sincere since he raises his blaster just a fraction higher. Arands mutters something quietly, frowning at the panel for a moment.. but only a moment. Eyes alert, he steps away from the control panel, watching the Corellian and the Rodian. It is only then that Arands notices Stalh and groans, noticing the weapon in his hands. Without unholstering his sidearm, he keys him comlink and mutters into it. Selektah looks at you for a moment. the click of a safty is heard from behinde the landing gear as tarlin brings his weapon to bear but does not fire. Aiming for the diplomat's head, Selektah click's something on the side of his rifle, watching....waiting... Detjin bides his time, realizing how impossibly this bounty is slipping away. 'The marines, the ships,' his eyes profer a brief upward glance at the falcon, the hangar's roof, the station's impecible security. 'This human', he doesn't dignify Stalh with a look, rather takes a step to steady himself, plainly. That, or a step toward Solo. His free hand disappears into his cloth utility belt, when he finally chooses to speak, "Officer Webb," His voice is soft though clear, while his eyes are affixed on the General, "The warrant." He produces a thin grey card, and holds it away from him, perched between his first and second digits. "Hold him.", he suggests. Webb checks the position of his troops, before he steps out into the open, weapon still at his shoulder and levelled. If you have sharp eyes, you'll notice that the safety is pushed forward and down... though he's nice enough to have the stun setting ready for the moment. His voice echoes forth from his helmet, sounding distorted by the electronics somewhat, though he still sounds irritated to even have to be here, "We'll all get to see the warrant. Right now, I'd like the lot of you to play nice and hand over your weapons. Place the lot of them on the floor in front of you, and step back away from them." Han Solo audibly snorts. Of _course_ Detjin has a warrant; Solo doesn't doubt it for an instant. Just a question of whether he's hunting for the Empire -- or the Hutts -- and that question appears to have been answered. But the reaction of the Marines, the mere fact that they haven't already tried to take the Rodian into custody so he can get himself, his ship, and his wife safely back to _Home One_, brings a glower to the General's features. "This station," he barks out gruffly to Webb, "is also honoring the presence of the representatives of the New Republic." Webb accepts the warrant... the first thing he wants to know, is if it's been issued by who he thinks it has, "Right... you're asking me to apprehend a member of a diplomatic party visiting Caspar. Okay..." He sounds just a touch sarcastic. The mic in his helmet cuts out, but he keeps muttering something to himself. A good lip-reader will see a rather impressive string of expletives through the visor of his helmet. Showing contempt for the Casparian marines that they deserve, Stalh decides to lower his weapon and put it back his ankle holster. 'They were inept when I was with the Empire...Nice to see they remained the status quo.' Moving carefully as not to get shot, Stalh snickers as he secures the hold-out to his leg. Yohko grins a little noticing how carfully Stalh moves..guess he knows his comments to be un-true as well. Reaffirming his grip and taking aim directly at Stalh's chest, Selektah says firmly, "You were told to place your weapons on the deck, not in your holster." Arands continues to move away from the panel, eyes on the danger zone. With easy side-steps, he positions himself next to a 10th Battalion Ranger; a Sergeant, but Arands doesn't know the man's name. "All the same," the dark bounty hunter replies to the officer, "You're holding a class one warrant, I suggest you release the fugitive and myself," His eyes flit back to Solo, "to a more neutral territory, or be held liable for granting a criminal amnesty." His enunciation is crisp, intending not to lose a word to his accent. Stalh turns on the spot to face the oncoming Marines. He says aimlessly into the air, addressing anonymously whoever called out to him. "If you want it..." A wry smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows rising in an unspoken ambiguity. "Come and get it." Solo has always been a gambling man, and now that he's invoked the weight of the New Republic presence in the Caspar system, he slowly, carefully moves to honor Webb's order by placing his blaster on the deck. And he growls to Stalh as he does so, "_Weapon down. -Now-._" Webb listens for a moment as a voice comes over the comlink in his combat helmet, then passes the warrant back to Arands for his perusal. "Right..." his rifle comes up to his shoulder again, "And I have a suggestion for you. Namely that you will turn over your weapon. Then, you will lay face down on the ground, and place your hands behind your head. And I will suggest doing it all slowly, because you have been warned about the amount of force that you are permitted to use while hunting in our territory!" Haan enters from coreward. Haan has arrived. Rising from his kneeling position next to the Marine Sergeant, Arands receives the warrant as it is passed back to him, never taking his eyes off the Rodian. Sidearm still holstered, the Caspian Commander fingers the warrant but refrains from reading it. He's sure its in order - its the method he's not to pleased with. Left hand on his still-holstered Kylan-3, he waits for the Rodian to comply. His blaster down on the deck now, Solo edges back one step from it, two. He straightens his lean frame cautiously from his crouch, coming up to standing a few centimeters at a time, hands slightly out to either side and palms down, as if he's trying to keep his balance on a precarious perch... which is, more or less, what one might say is exactly what's going on. Yohko scoots over by Arands, for a change her height being an advantage, she crouches next to him and sees if he'll let her have the warrent so she can see it and report so he can keep his attention on the sit.. Detjin allows his eyelids to fall shut slowly, burying generations of rage at the withholding of a bounty so close. He turns toward the voice of Webb, toward which he begins to move toward. One step, and he almost gladly slings the riot gun away, which clammors and skitters across the hard metal flooring. Another step, and his eyes are visibly slanted, a third, and he begins to speak, "A bounty hunter is to do so upon this station with amiable cause," another step, "exercise caution toward the common citizenry," - he stops, swiveling his head to address each gunman poised before him, "and employ nonlethal force. Appears I'm in the right, hmm officer?" Not a plea, nor outright arrogance, he seems to have summed up whats necesarry; if only to himself. Making his way to Webb's side, Selektah leans in and whispers something to Arands. Even though he can still sense the guns being trained on him, Stalh decides to move cautiously towards the Falcon and closer to his 'own' people. Tiredly, he sits on the still descended ramp to the falcon and watches. Haan moves to one side and takes up a position next to one of the marine rangers Solo keeps his hands out where everyone in the bay can see them; if he's got other weapons hidden on his person, the Corellian General is quite obviously giving no sign of it. He does, however, bark out one more time, flashing a look sideways to Stalh, "I said get that weapon _down_. Don't make me let this people shoot you." His volume's low, but his meaning is clear: if Stalh doesn't choose to respect the local authorities, Solo's not going to stand in their way. Arands nods to Selektak, gesturing the green Cadet behind him. Taking the Commander's cue, the marine ranger to Arands' right mutters something to the effect of 'get out of the firezone' *mutter mutter* with a belated 'sir.' Selektah slowly moves back behind Arands and Webb, taking position at their flank. Yohko stays out of the way planing on only doing something agressive if directly ordered (probably a couple of times) to do so.. Stalh glances up to Solo once more, shaking his head and almost laughing with contempt. "What ever you say, /General/" he quips at Solo, his slur on his rank evident. He pulls his pants leg up slowly, revealing his leg holster. Detaching the blaster with a loud audible 'click' the Diplomat holds the U-shaped weapon up towards the Marines and tosses out in front of him. Not caring where it lands, Stalh replaces his pants leg. Tarlin Quickly steping from his cover Tarlin moves forward and kicks the weapons out of reach before he flanks the groupe. Solo, if he's perturbed at Stalh's insolence, doesn't waste energy glaring at him. He keeps attention in the younger man's direction long enough to assure that that weapon does actually get down where the Marines' apparent commander wanted it, and then returns his sharp hazel stare to Webb. Haan looks at you for a moment. Webb smirks at Detjin through the visor of his helmet, and takes a step closer towards him now that the riot gun has been secured by his personnel, "You know what? That's moot as far as my orders are concerned. I'm sure you'll be given an opportunity to resolve this at a later date, but not in the hangar bay, and not with weapons drawn." Seeing as Detjin has been disarmed, Webb at least does the courtesy of lowering his weapon. Arands raises an eyebrow at the Rodian's word and frowns. Damn if the Rodian doesn't have a point. He wasn't using lethal force. Without a second thought, however, Arands steps forward and to one side where Solo's DL-44(?) is laid on the deck. With some familiarity, he retrieves the weapon and walks towards Solo as the marines converge on the Rodian's position. Haan looks at you for a moment. Yohko keeps back, occasionaly peeking up over a crate or somethin Maintining that same, quizical glare in his large, dark eyes, Detjin stands amidst the marines like a beaten weathervane, as clear and steadfast as he's ever been - He doesn't seem particularly surprised that these humans would favor a likened creature of the "republic", but without a doubt knows his own bounds, his own ends. All he can do is look between those about him silently. "Ungrateful son of..." Stalh stops himself before he finishes, only just realising at the end that he had indeed spoken aloud his thoughts about the General. He watches Arands approach Solo with his weapon, and wonders indeed, when the hell he can get his own back. Tarlin Stands about 10 meters from the hans little groupe on their left flank weapon still ready. The Olumekar powers up it's engines and leaves the landing area. Solo's not that far away from Stalh, and although he doesn't bother to look at Stalh, yet, he catches the younger man's comment. Suspecting he knows its intent, he doesn't react, not yet. His attention is still on Webb, and now on Arands' approaching figure as well. The Olumekar comes in for a landing and powers down it's engines. Bochek walks down the ramp of the Olumekar. Bochek has arrived. Removing the powerpak to the DL-44, Arands tosses it to the New Republic 'General', butt-first as he gets close. Sliding the powerpak into a pocket he nods to Solo. "You've got 10 minutes to get back onto Home one before I'm forced to release the Rodian, Solo..." He doesn't allow his own feelings to interfere with his official duty as he adds, "You might want to confine yourself to the planet below.. Bounty hunters have a bit less freedom there.." Webb mutters to those around him... Detjin too, "Hell of a way for them to fight a war." Solo catches his weapon deftly, continuing the motion of his hand in a smooth sweep to slide the blaster into place at his thigh. "Thanks," he says brusquely, his features equally neutral. "I'll keep that in mind." With that, he sweeps a hazel stare around the assembled forces, says as politely as he can manage, "Evenin', sentients," and turns to his ship's ramp. And Stalh. Stalh rises as Solo approaches. He eyes Arands silently, issuing a silent, "And my weapon as well!" He turns to the General, though occasionaly glances at the Commander who may want to give his weapon to him. Turning on his heel, knowing the _Falcon_ will be lifting off before he even regroups with his men, Arands keys him communit again and mutters into it. Replacing the commlink on his collar, he walks slowly towards the gathered marines. Detjin pitches Webb something of an acknowleging glance, though refrains from further movement. He turns full about, watching Solo from his holding point, his mind already projecting where this bounty will take him. Looking Stalh square in the eye, his gaze as unwavering as his aim had been, Solo addresses the younger man in a voice pitched low for his ears alone, "Thanks for the help. But I suggest you remember that we _are_ a diplomatic party. This ain't our territory. If an armed Caspar Marine tells you to drop your weapon, you drop it. Next time I won't bother to warn you, and if they shoot you, it'll be your own fault." Stalh nods though there is a hint of amusement on his face, "I'll take your advice to heart General." He smiles as warmly as he can possibly manage. He walks off the Falcon and towards Arands, apparently not give Solo any further thought. "My weapon Commander so I can leave as well?" Tarlin Moves fowrard as he drops the clip from the hold out in his hand with a look of hate he hands the pistole over to the diplomat. Stalh's reply is enough for Solo. As the younger man moves off, the Corellian General swiftly vanishes into his ship. Leia's up there, he knows, and he's certain she somehow managed to see everything -- and he's not in the slightest looking forward to explaining what has just transpired to her. In moments, Han Solo is out of sight. [End log.]