Log Date: 8/26/98 Log Cast: Han Solo, Tokar, Rooks, Laitron, Arryai, Nairn Log Intro: (OOC: Unfortunately, this is an incomplete log due to all the involved parties having wound up leaving the game. Still, I've posted it for the amusement value.) Called into the Caspar system by Tarroc D'agor, Han is also determined to take the time to catch up with Luke, Leia, and Chewie and apprise himself of what his closest friends are busy doing. The Corellian's expecting trouble after Tarroc's transmission -- and already, he's caught a whiff of it as he's discovered a strangely hostile young man newly joined up with the NR diplomatic corps. Still, though, Han's got at least enough time to get acquainted with some of the younger personnel currently stationed on Home One... ---------- You head down off the entry ramp of the _Falcon_. 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: Slayn and Korpil B-wing -- Wyvern 3 => Tokar => STARFIGHTER: Alliance A-Wing Starfighter -- Ghost 6 => Rooks => 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: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Black 1 => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Black 2 => STARFIGHTER: Alliance A-Wing Starfighter -- Ghost 3 => STARFIGHTER: Incom T-65B X-wing -- Rogue 5 => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Tydirium => 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 Tokar grins and looks to the hatch. "Great...hey, is there any maps here? I've never been on this ship before..." Rooks then nods to your first statement, "yeah, on Caspar we had to do it the hard way ourselves, I just got tired of waiting and watching the Fight." Rooks nods, "Maps are posted on all the bulkheads near the hatches. This ship has all the comforts of the finest Luxury Liner ya could Steal a ticket for." Soft klanking sounds herald the descent of someone coming down the ramp of the _Falcon_, and that someone turns out to be Han Solo, who casts a steady glance around the bay as he comes into view. Tokar smiles and shakes his head. "Who needs to steal em?" He grins as he casts his gaze over at the freighter." Hey...is that who I think it is?" Rooks glances over his shoulder at the Falcon and its pilot, "Yep, sure is." It would seem that Solo is off-duty, for he looks somewhat less authoritative of bearing, noticeably more casual. His glance falls on Rooks and Tokar and he ambles in that direction, inclining his head affably. "Evenin', boys. You two seen any of my personnel off-duty tonight?" Rooks a human male in his early twenties, he stands about 5'11 and weighs about 170 LBS. He has short, wavy blonde hair and hazel eyes. He has a devilish grin on his face. He wears the bright orange flight suit of a rebel starfighter pilot. A black nametag on his left breast states in bold red letters 'Rooks' and his collar sports the rank of Squadron Leader. His helmet has the name 'Crash' across the side in black and is scarred and seems to be a hand me down. A blaster sits just under his left arm in a shoulder holster and his boots are highly shined. Ghost Flight Patch adorns his Right shoulder. His flight suit seems a bit bulky in some areas as if he were wearing light armor or clothes under it. A ring of emergency flares is strapped to the outside of his right boot. The top of the flares barely grazing the pocket of a external kneepocket built into the suit. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => DD6 Blaster Pistol => Light Armor -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Ring Tokar Before you you see a short man, standing 5'6 with short black hair and sporting a short black goatee. He is dressed in nondescript clothing...tan vest and pants, emerald green tunic, and black boots. He doesn't even notice you watching him, instead paying attention to the conversation he's already carrying on. Tokar looks at Rooks and shrugs. "I think I ran into a couple down on the planet, sir. But I could be mistaken." Rooks shakes his head, "Afraid not Sir." The Corellian general simply nods amiably. "Thanks. I'm off-duty, thought I'd just wander around. Don't let me interrupt." Rooks shakes his head, "Yer not interupting, Sir." Tokar grins at the general and tosses him a casual salute. "Never a problem, sir." Solo's crooked smile broadens somewhat; the easy attitude of the pair of young pilots seems to sit well with him, and is reflected in his own face and frame. "Glad to hear it. Don't think I've met you two...?" Tokar steps forward and offers his hand. "Name's Tokar, sir. Tokar Stilthios Rai....Tokar or Steel with be fine. A pleasure to meet you." Rooks nods, "Kras Rooks, Sir. CO of Ghost Squadron. I have seen you around alot. Never had the chance to actually meet you. It is an honor, Sir." Laitron has arrived. Laitron enters Landing Bays -- Main Deck Tokar's offered hand is taken and shaken, Solo's grip as steady as his gaze. Both the younger men are nodded to once more as names are given, and the Corellian's lopsided smile turns a touch, just a touch, sheepish. "Thanks," he says gruffly. "How long you two been with us?" Laitron climbs down from the B-Wing and looks up in surprise as he sees General Solo standing near him. Tokar shrugs and grins at Laitron. "A couple years, sir...but most on inactive duty." Rooks seems to hold his head a bit higher as he talks to the General, "A year and a Half, Sir. Got into Black Squadron under Marshall Steele when I left caspar's Starops." Laitron approaches the three men. Solo's hazel glance flicks up to take in Laitron, and he inclines his dark head at the new arrival, saying casually, "Evenin'." Laitron You see before you a man who stands before you at about 6'1". He looks to weigh about 200 lbs. He wears a standard pilot jumpsuit with a New Republic patch on his arm. Laitron smiles, as he gets close, "Good Evening, I am Drake Laitron, I must say I have heard stories of you and it is a pleasure to finally meet you." It's not too hard to guess that Han Solo hears this a lot; it's probably not too difficult to surmise, either, that the Corellian isn't quite accustomed to having people tell him they're actually _pleased_ to meet him. Solo's mouth quirks in that crooked smile again, and he drawls amiably, "Thanks. I deny anything that involves gorgeous young humanoids in shimmersilk." Rooks chuckles at the general's statement. Tokar leans his head back until it hits the side of his fighter with a *THUNK*, biting back a snicker. "I heard nothing, I saw nothing, I know nothing. And I have my test scores to prove it." Laitron chuckles, "Does that mean that you are denying the stories that involve gorgeous young humanoids with nothing on too?" "Every last one of 'em," says Solo straightfacedly, jamming his thumbs casually into his gunbelt. "Especially in front of the Princess." Arryai enters from the corridor. Arryai has arrived. Arryai enters Landing Bays -- Main Deck Arryai looks at you for a moment. Arryai walks in, and takes a look around the room. There's a small knot of men gathered near some of the ships, not too far away from where the _Millenium Falcon_ is berthed, and among them, Solo stands relaxedly, thumbs hooked into the gunbelt slung around his waist. He and Rooks and Tokar appear to be chatting. Rooks listens as his comlink beeps. He reaches down to his belt and clicks it to the 'Off' position. He then looks at the men, "I apologize Sir, I have a meeting i must attend. It was a Pleasure and Honor meeting you General." He then turns to Tokar, "Ill see you later, and welcome back." Tokar looks at Arryai, then to General Solo. "So...looking for more GroundOps people?" He laughs and nods to Rooks. "Great meeting you, sir...thanks for the help." Arryai remains in the doorway for a moment, before making her way inside and over to the men. Solo inclines his head to Rooks, then turns to consider Tokar. "The units are undermanned, yeah. You're not a pilot...?" STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Intrepid arrives with a woosh and slowly settles down on the landing area. STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Intrepid enters Landing Bays -- Main Deck Nairn has arrived. Nairn enters Landing Bays -- Main Deck Tokar looks to Arryai once more then shakes his head, as if clearing out cobwebs. "Yeah, I'm a pilot. And a pretty good one, thank you very much." He grins. "I'm just considering other opportunities." Tokar looks over at Nairn and waves. "Heya, kid. Glad to see you found yourself a shuttle!" Solo follows the brief distraction of Tokar's gaze, first to Arryai, and then to Nairn; the Corellian shifts to put both of them into better view, and nods to each amiably. Arryai Before you is a young human woman, about 5'7" tall and fairly lightly built. Jet black hair streaked with red is pulled back from her almost elfin face, in a tight braid that hangs to the small of her back. Unusually bright green eyes take in her surroundings, with a piercing and penetrating gaze. The striking colours of her features, and the angularity, though subtle, of her face, would possibly make her appear intimidating, were it not for the hint of a smile playing at her lips. She is dressed in a NR Marine Uniform, standard black BDU's, with a tag over her left pocket reading 'Samadh'. It fits fairly loosely on her body, as though a bit too large for her frame. The pants of her uniform cover part of her brightly shined combat boots. Around her waist is belted a utility belt full of tools, recognisable as those useful in the repairing of combat equipment. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => E-11 Blaster Rifle => Combat Armor => 22T4 Hold-Out Blaster Arryai smiles slightly, and comments, "Sounds like a pretty interesting career change to me." Nairn The human before you seems young, but he is not a child. Perhaps in his early twenties, judging by his unlined face, and his eyes, which still have the sparkle of youth. The occasional stray lock of hair peeping out from beneath his cap is a rich chestnut brown, blending well with the green of his eyes. Clad in a loose fitting khaki jumpsuit, he could well be carrying a weapon, but there is nothing overtly visible other than a utility belt about his waist. His posture is erect, if not quite at attention, and gives the impression that he is no stranger to the military. Walking slowly down the ramp, Nairn emerges from the shuttle, giving a wave of thanks over his shoulder to the pilot. Turning at the greeting, he grins across at the pilot. "Yeah, one showed up at last," he grins. Scanning the hangar, he spots the General for the first time, and snaps to attention, sketching a salute. Tokar shrugs. "Hey...I'm an outdoors person, and no matter what kind of charge you get when you're skimming over a star destroyers surface with four squints on your tail, the fact remains that space is cold nothingness. I hate cold nothingness!" Solo adds to Tokar, grinning crookedly, "Well, if your current job happens to get boring, I know several unit commanders who'll happily talk to you." He returns Nairn's salute crisply, but also immediately tells the young man, "At ease -- I'm off duty." Tokar watches Nairn salute and rests his face in his hand, shaking his head. Tokar grins back up at Solo, chuckling. "I'll keep that in mind, sir." He looks over to Arryai, dropping to one knee and grinning up at her. "PLEASE tell me you're one of those unit commanders!" Nairn grins, and relaxes somewhat, thinking that the Academy skated over the subject of easy going officers pretty well. Walking over to join the group, he stands quietly, a faint smile countering his tired expression. Arryai blinks down at Tokar for a few seconds, before breaking into a grin. Amusement apparent on her face, she says, "'Fraid not. But I could always do a quality control check.. y'know. Just to make sure that you're actually qualified for GroundOps." Solo clears his throat, and hides a grin, swiftly and skillfully. His hazel gaze takes in Tokar and Arryai's antics, and he murmurs sidelong to Nairn, "I shoulda thought of this a long time ago." Tokar 's eyes widen as he looks up towards the ceiling. "There is a God...I was never really sure, but now I know..." Arryai folds her arms across her chest, trying not to smile as she says, "I'll find someone appropriate to run you through your physical training drills, then. After all.. can't let those muscles go to waste, sitting in those fighters all the time." Nairn laughs aloud at the scene, and the General's comment brings a grin to face. "Maybe I chose the wrong service," he winks, looking down at the pilot with a grin. Tokar falls onto his back and stares at the ceiling, laughing loudly. After a couple minutes, he staggers to his feet and offers his hand to Arryai. "Name's Tokar...and congratulations. You passed." He grins. Three or maybe five years ago Solo might have decided to parry wit and words back and forth with this admittedly striking young woman himself, but three or five yeas ago, Solo wasn't married. Content to simply watch the banter, he just leans back against the nearest of the ships, his gaze light with amusement. Arryai grins. "I'm Arryai.. and I didn't say *you* passed." Arryai takes Tokar's hand and shakes it firmly. Tokar grins. "Hey....who said I needed to pass any tests?" He grins and holds up his hands. "But fair is fair...I'm on probation. Just glad to see that people around here have a sense of humor, that's all." Arryai chuckles to herself. "How else are we all to get by?" Tokar grins over to General Solo. "Duel out arguements with games of Sabacc?" _Pretty, witty, and a bit of wise,_ Han observes to himself of Arryai, approvingly, though he doesn't let that show in his face. Tokar's comment, however, provokes a self-satisfied, large lopsided grin that stretches across those weathered features. "Well, in that case, I get to win. I'll have to suggest it to the Diplo types." Nairn laughs at that, relaxing against a bulkhead. "Remind never to argue with you, in that case, General," he grins. Tokar smiles and points to Solo's rank insignia. "Hey...in his case, any arguement with us means he's right." He nods at Arryai. "So...is there anyplace on this ship to relax, or are we just going to stand around these ships?" Arryai says, "The charming decor of starfighters just doesn't do it for you?" Solo's rank insignia being the only sign of anything even remotely resembling official attire on his otherwise comfortably rumpled clothing, the Corellian blinks as they're pointed to, having forgotten they were there. _Oh yeah._ "This is what I get for havin' a rep," he grumbles, not unkindly. "Half our forces won't get into a decent game with me." He then glances to Tokar, brow crinkling in thought. "I'd tell you where the mess hall is, but frankly, I forgot. I haven't set foot on this boat in years myself." Tokar smiles sweetly at Arryai. "Try being stuck in a cockpit for a twelve hour hyperspace jump and you tell me!" Tokar looks over to Solo and laughs. "If I knew how to play, sir...I'd gladly take you on. As it is," he looks around. "The only ships around here I've been on are yours and my A-Wing. I can't remember for the life of me what the name of the old ship I was stationed on was..." Arryai retorts, not without good humour in her tone, "Nah.. you try marching through the desert for twelve hours with the majority of your body weight on your back.. and you tell me how you can fail to notice a relaxing place when you find one." Tokar snaps his finger and points to Arryai, grinning. "Four years on Tatooine, thank you very much. Been there a hundred times over." Nairn chuckles. "Try sitting in hyperspace for hours on end with nothing at your disposal but all the facilities of a cruiser... nah, doesn't quite have the same effect, does it?" he winks. A man Han Solo's age, with that seasoned, rugged face, might not necessarily be described as 'perking up' -- but that's obviously what he does, as Tokar admits to his unfamiliarity with the game of sabacc. The General straightens slightly, an unmistakable gleam coming into his hazel eyes, and although he hasn't interrupted Tokar's and Arryai's playful bantering, he's clearly studying Tokar now. Arryai smiles. "Four years on Tatooine and you can't enjoy a nice landing bay? You obviously didn't do enough when you were there... but anyway. The fact of the matter is that I don't know where the mess hall around here is, either." "Tatooine's a hellhole," Solo puts in steadily, "and I can't find the hall, either." Tokar grins. "Four years on Tatooine, and I was smart enough to stay away from Mos Eisley, too. Well, for the most part...." He looks around innocently. At the mention of Mos Eisley, Solo audibly snorts. Tokar catches Solo's gaze out of the corner of his eye and points at him, without breaking his gaze from Arryai. "Don't even think about it, sir. I'm not THAT foolish..." He grins over at the snort. "What...don't you like Mos Eisley?" The Corellian starts laughing, a low rich gravelly sort of chuckle. "It's one of those love/hate relationships, kid. I been told it's been described as a 'wretched hive of scum and villainy.' My kinda place, actually." Tokar arches an eyebrow and grins. "Well then...nah. WOn't say it. It's too easy." He laughs. "Actually, it isn't a bad place. My parents just told me to never go there..." Arryai murmurs, "So you went there first chance you got, right?" "It ain't _bad_," drawls Solo, "if you don't mind sand, dirt, Jawas, bounty hunters, stormtroopers, and people workin' for Hutts." Tokar looks over to Arryai. "As soon as I figured out how to hotwire the family speeder." Solo manages to stifle a splutter of laughter, thinking, _I like this kid!_ of Tokar, and he starts grinning broadly. Arryai just smiles. Tokar grins and looks around. "What say we try to find the mess? Or heck, ship down planetside and grab somee seating down there?" The thought of moving holds a kind of appeal for the General, who pushes off from his lean against the fighter behind him. He then pauses, considering, the grin dimming down somewhat. "You kids're liable to get attention you might not want if you're with me," he suddenly observes, tone turning towards the gruff again. Arryai says, "Doesn't sound like too bad an idea to me.. haven't exactly gotten a chance to see the sights." Tokar looks at Solo in disbelief for a second, then laughs. "Hey...I've gotten plenty of attention planetside as it is. Any I get by being around you will be no problem." Arryai's gaze flickers over to rest on the General for a few moments. "Yeah.." She indicates Tokar with a jerk of her head. "I think that one'll be enough trouble down there to distract whoever might be paying attention.. I'm all for heading down," she says with a grin. Tokar looks as innocent as possible. "Why madame...I have not the slightest clue as to what you are talking about!" Without batting an eyelash, Solo says lazily to Tokar, "You might wanna consider arming yourself then, kid. Last time I visited the Blue Nebula, I got in a firefight with four Rodians." Tokar looks down at his waist and shrugs. "Never owned a firearm in my life, sir." Solo quirks an eyebrow, then eyes the group at large for a moment. "Well," he says seriously and straightforwardly, "we're supposed to be on a diplomatic mission, boys and girl, so hopefully we won't have a problem." Then the grin flashes into being again, and he abruptly jerks a thumb at the _Falcon_. "C'mon. We'll go to the Black Nebula instead -- they're not as cranky at me." Arryai rests an elbow on the butt of the rifle slung across her shoulders, and nods. Tokar rolls his eyes at Arryai's weapons and grins. "I've always been a sucker for a women with huge...ah...hardware." He grins and salutes at Solo. "Yes, sir!" Arryai looks down at it, murmuring, "And I suppose this little baby isn't the most subtle of deterrents, either." Solo manages, just barely, to keep from bursting into laughter at _that_ one. Blithely, he waves his impromptu companions towards his freighter, loping in that direction himself, hanging back at the bottom of the ramp to let the others precede him. Tokar enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon Tokar has left. Nairn enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon Nairn has left. Arryai enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon Arryai 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. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Arryai => Tokar -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- 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) Nairn comes aft out of the cockpit corridor. Nairn heads up onto the entry ramp. Nairn enters Main Ring Corridor (Starboard) Tokar heads off aft towards the bunk room. Tokar has left. Tokar comes out of the bunk room. Tokar heads up onto the entry ramp. Tokar enters Main Ring Corridor (Starboard) Arryai heads off towards the cockpit. Arryai has left. Arryai comes aft out of the cockpit corridor. Arryai heads up onto the entry ramp. Arryai enters Main Ring Corridor (Starboard) Solo comes clomping up the ramp in the wake of the others, turning to secure the hatch, before he saunters off towards the cockpit. "Find a place to sit, folks, this'll be a short ride." You head around the bend in the cockpit corridor to the cockpit. You head up onto the entry ramp. 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 Arryai comes in from the corridor. Arryai heads up onto the entry ramp. Arryai enters Cockpit Han_Solo takes the pilot seat. Arryai heads aft towards the main corridor. Arryai has left. Tokar comes in from the corridor. Tokar heads up onto the entry ramp. Tokar enters Cockpit Arryai comes in from the corridor. Arryai heads up onto the entry ramp. Arryai enters Cockpit Tokar watches over the General's shoulder as he fires up the freighter. Nairn comes in from the corridor. Nairn heads up onto the entry ramp. Nairn enters Cockpit Tokar looks around. "Cozy." He takes a seat behind Solo. Solo has slid into the pilot's seat with practiced ease, apparently blithely oblivious to any possible reactions his impromptu passengers might be having to his ship. But not for Han Solo is riding in a mere shuttle. The _Falcon_, as he flips switches and levers, begins to hum into life, and the Corellian flicks on the radio to get onto the horn with the hangar bay control. "Solo here, I'm takin' the _Falcon_ out for a little spin down to the station. You can expect me and my passengers back in a few hours." "Confirmed, General Solo," comes a voice over the comm. "You're cleared for liftoff." Arryai takes the seat nearest to her, and watches the General quietly. Nairn steps through the door, taking the vacant seat quietly, looking tired, but glad of the prospect of a drink. The ship's building hum coughs once, and without looking, Solo leans over to thump the control panel to his immediate left; the hum perks up again, and with that, the _Millenium Falcon_ can be felt to lift off. SF-3264 has taken off from CS-4806 Cranky though her awakening might have been, the battered old freighter glides smoothly enough out of _Home One_'s hangar bay. Once the YT-1300 is clear of the cruiser, Solo nudges her controls to point her in the direction of Kichnar Station. "Get your cameras out, snap your holos if you got 'em," he drawls. A ship has entered hyperspace at 28,-104,4 SF-813 has taken off from P-9613 SF-813 moves to 751,111,-117 and continues to move from SF-813 -- just heading to the KOS station. It doesn't take long, indeed. The distance to the station is traversed in seconds.... 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 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 SF-3264 has landed on ss-7199 And the _Falcon_ glides into the station's public hangar, the ship shuddering slightly, her engines whining, as Solo sets her down. "Thank you for flying Solo Spacelines," the Corellian murmurs blandly. "Please make sure all seats are in locked and upright position, baggage claim to your left. Everybody off." Tokar smiles and offers Arryai a hand out of her chair as he rises himself. Nairn grins, and vacates his chair just as quietly as he took it, heading aft. "Sure could use that drink," he remarks with a grin. Han takes the time to shut the freighter's systems down, turning to rise, his hand automatically moving to check the blaster riding in the cutaway holster on his thigh. "Follow me, kids." Arryai takes Tokar's hand, with an obvious parody of daintiness. 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) Nairn comes aft out of the cockpit corridor. Nairn heads up onto the entry ramp. Nairn enters Main Ring Corridor (Starboard) Arryai comes aft out of the cockpit corridor. Arryai heads up onto the entry ramp. Arryai enters Main Ring Corridor (Starboard) Tokar comes aft out of the cockpit corridor. Tokar heads up onto the entry ramp. Tokar enters Main Ring Corridor (Starboard) 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 -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Ilyrian Gnat -- CCS Caledonia => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Tigerclaw => D2-P15(Toopee) => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Class 750 Freighter -- CCS Kuala Lampur => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Summoner => 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: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Investor => STARFIGHTER: Ghtroc Class 720 Freighter -- Avenger => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Lucifer Sam => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Kale-1 -- Vrii Olumdar => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Raven's Fire => STARFIGHTER: Sienar GAT-12j Skipray Blastboat -- CSAV Creditor => 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-. Nairn comes down the entry ramp of the _Millenium Falcon_. Nairn has arrived. D2-P15(Toopee) turns his head toward Nairn slowly, then slowly turns away again. Arryai comes down the entry ramp of the _Millenium Falcon_. Arryai has arrived. Tokar comes down the entry ramp of the _Millenium Falcon_. Tokar has arrived. D2-P15(Toopee) turns his head and glances momentarily at Tokar with curiosity as he enters the area. Tokar looks at the Skispray and whistles. "What I wouldn't give to try out one of those beauties..." The _Falcon_ secured as only her captain can make her -- ain't nobody getting onto _his_ ship without him knowing about it -- Solo ambles off down the ramp with his companions, idly glancing about to note the rest of the ships docked in the station. And he grins that lopsided grin of his. "Yeah, you can see a pretty impressive array of ships around here. We're off to the Black Nebula on Level 4, you lot. Follow me, 'less you'd rather ogle the ships." Nairn steps down off the ramp quickly, seeming to have had a second wind. Taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, he scans the hangar bay for a moment. He grins over at Tokar. "Not happy with your fighter?" Tokar grins. "Nah...I'd rather ogle other items of interest." He looks over to Arryai and grins. "Like maybe a good drink." Arryai glances back at Tokar and Nairn with amusement, before walking after Han. Nairn shakes his head with a grin, following the others to the turbolift Solo grins to himself, and leads the others onward. Tokar follows, grinning to himself. "What?" 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-. Tokar comes in from the landing pad. Tokar has arrived. Nairn comes in from the landing pad. Nairn has arrived. Arryai comes in from the landing pad. Arryai has arrived. It's quite apparent that Han Solo knows exactly where he's going, and he slaps the turbolift controls in laid-back expectation. You press the elevator call button. The Turbolift arrives and the doors open. Tokar looks at notice, then looks to Arryai. "Um...beautiful?" Arryai was reading the same thing herself.. "General? I think I'd better drop this thing off back on the Falcon." _This'll be fun,_ thinks Han, trying to feign oblivion to the flirting, though it's giving him the most amusement he's had since entering the system. He keeps a straight face as he steps into the lift along with the others. Solo pauses, though, glancing back around. Arryai glances down at her rifle. "The gun, I mean." The Corellian flicks a glance at the notice, as if only just now actually remembering that the station _does_ seem to have a weapons policy... "Right," he says gruffly, and for the sake of setting a good example for those under his command, grudgingly advises himself that he'd probably do well to shed his blaster, too. He doesn't like the idea -- he never likes the idea of going unarmed, especially on a station where he's crossed paths with bounty hunters -- but well hey. "Take this, too, while you're at it..." And he pulls his gun out of his holster, offering it backside forward. [And soon, on Level 4...] 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. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Haan => 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. Nairn exits the turbolift. Nairn has arrived. Tokar exits the turbolift. Tokar has arrived. Arryai exits the turbolift. Arryai has arrived. The turbolift disengages its current load of passengers, and among the younger humans, Han Solo strolls lazily in the direction of the eastern quadrant of this level. "Off this way," he tells his companions. Tokar looks around. "I'm not impressed." He follows Han. Arryai's gaze flickers around the concourse, as she walks through after Han. [The Eastern Concourse, however, proves to have lost something since Han was last on the station: the Black Nebula. Disappointed, Solo leads his compatriots of the evening over to the Northern Concourse instead...] 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. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Nairn -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- 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-. Tokar enters from coreward. Tokar has arrived. Arryai enters from coreward. Arryai has arrived. Tokar eyes light up as he sees the Casino, then looks over at Solo and shakes his head. Nairn looks up at the sign above the cantina with a slight frown. "'Blue Nebula'? Got the wrong colour, General," he grins, glancing over at Han. "There _were_ two of 'em," Solo grumbles mildly. "The _Black_ was over on the Eastern Concourse. Enh. I'll just hope Vanessa's forgiven me for getting her bar shot up..." He pauses, though, at Tokar's glance off in the direction of the Keepon Casino. "Unless you three would rather check out that place?" Arryai shrugs. "Never been a gambler, myself. But I've got no objections.. long's I'm going someplace decent." Tokar grins and shakes his head at the General. "Oh no...I want to see the propriators face when you walk in." He gestures with a flourish. "Lead the way, general." Nairn grins. "Whichever has the best whisky is fine with me." [Log breaks here. It's assumed that the group had a convivial time in the Blue Nebula... but what happened, we may never know. ;)]