Log Date: 8/19/98 Log Cast: 'Drak', Han Solo, Kyp Log Intro: The Hyperdrive Motivator on Sluis Van has been host to countless NR military personnel for some time -- and recently, those NR personnel have included newly re-minted General Han Solo, who's been spending his off-duty hours in the bar along with whatever junior officers, techs, pilots, and other base personnel might happen to wander into the place. He's had several entertaining sabacc games, been accused of cheating by an overly mouthy droid, and has gotten himself pleasantly mellow if not drunk... but he hasn't necessarily counted on disguised old 'friends' finding him on Sluis Van, with military matters on his mind.... ---------- Drak walks smoothly into the bar, and suprisedly notices Han, lounging at the his uniform all rumpled... The Hyperdrive Motivator has stayed fairly lively tonight, for all that a lot of the New Republic forces that frequent this world are not currently on the surface of the planet. There's still a fair number of SuppOps technicians, some enlisted sentients, and a scattering of officers in view, and indeed, among them is Han Solo. The Corellian's uniform has become comfortably rumpled, and although the man's posture isn't precisely of military straightness, he keeps from slouching against the bar. Much. Drak smiles, and moves silently over to the General's side, bowing deeply, and states, and says, "General Solo, it is an honor to meet with you, in such a comfortable setting..."", in Basic. Drak(#9179POUVzACF) Before you stand a somewhat tall man, with a flatish face, and smooth features. He is wearing sandy colored trousers, a battered white shirt, and a weathered trenchcoat. His black hair is combed flat, and he unobtrusively shuffles upon his way. He has hazel eyes, the right one slightly glazed for an unknown reason, possibly an old wound or disease, although it is interesting he never got a replacement. If it looks like a rifle, or a Carbine on me, it's prolly not here -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Field Armor => Field Armor => Field Armor => DataPad => DataCard #41056 "Card1" Kyp walks in and scans the croud finding nothing of interest Kyp grabs a seet at the bar Dark eyebrows rise, and hazel eyes lift their regard up off the ale held in a lean, steady hand, to meet Drak. A slight twist curls one end of Solo's mouth upwards; he knows the sound of fulsome flattery when he hears it. Tonight, though, he's relaxed enough to merely drawl, "Do I know you?" Drak shakes his head slightly, and says, and says, "I do not think so, I am simply a wandering spacer looking for work whereever I go.. However I have read much about your exploits, and am glad I ran into you here so that I might meet you..."", in Basic. Kyp yawns Drak tugs on Kyp's arm to bring him closer to han, "Come, meet famous General!" _Uh huh, yeah, right, and where's the catch...?_ Solo's heard this speech before. A lot. He doesn't look particularly impressed, though for the sake of something resembling military protocol -- this _is_ a public place, and a lot of sentients under his command are in the establishment -- he manages not to be sardonic. "Hiya," he drawls lazily, keeping it short and sweet. Kyp scans the crowd as if looking for something Kyp ,being satisfied, turns his eyes to the conversation between Han Solo and Drak Kyp looks at you for a moment. Kyp yawns again Kyp lowers his gaze and closes his eyes Drak bows his head apologetically, and says, "I seem to have disturbed you, I am very sorry,. It is not every day I have the luck of meeting a being of your stature in the modern galaxy..."", in Basic. Solo flicks a hazel glance at the second individual that's approached him, taking note as that stranger hangs back and vanishes off into the crowd, leaving the first before him. "I'm not disturbed," he replies calmly. _Though if he keeps laying it on thick, I will be,_ he adds privately to himself. _Keep it cool, Solo..._ His eyebrows stay up, though. "Is there anything in particular you want?" Slightly narrowed eyes remain steadily focused on the stranger. Drak shrugs, looking slightly away from Han, and replies quietly, and says, "No, I just wished to meet you and say hello, since I heard you were quite casual in person, and also ask if you could give me some pointers on the quickdraw...", in Basic. _Do I -know- this guy?_ The thought niggles at the back of Solo's mind, though it doesn't make it out to his face, which remains blandly casual. Still, though, he allows a slight curl of a smile to remain in place. "Why? Planning to shoot something?" Drak chuckles slightly, grinning, and says, "Actually I recently was offered a job working at a Casino as a Security officer, however I do not feel very comfortable with trying to outdraw anyone if it should ever come to that...", in Basic. The Corellian looks his questioner up and down, still vaguely convinced that something isn't quite what it seems here. But he says amiably enough, "Are you their only security?" Drak frowns slightly, scratching his chin, and says, "I hope not... However I have my doubts about how many security personnel the man has due to how quickly he hired me on as Security.."", in Basic. Propping his khaki-clad elbows against the bar behind him, Solo measuringly studies the man before him. "Well, if it's on a rough world, and you don't think you and your blaster can handle it, you could always get backup," he remarks, while reaching for the half-empty glass of amber liquid on the bar beside him. Drak nods, and says, "Is that the best way perhaps?", in Basic. Solo rolls one shoulder in a shrug, while continuing to keep his gaze on the man questioning him, over the rim of his glass. "Depends on how good you are and how rough the world is." Drak nods slightly, and says, "How rough would you say this world is? I'm not a bad shot, I just don't know if I could dare out-draw anyone I might run into.."", in Basic. Han's eyebrows go up again, and that slight niggle in the back of his head stays in 'on' mode. "This ain't Mos Eisley," he says with just a touch of shortness, "or Nar Shaddaa; things are pretty quiet here. Anybody military who tris to start something will have their backsides thrown in the brig. If you're working here, you won't have too much to worry about." His look might be translated to mean, _You planning on giving anyone anything to worry about...?_, though he doesn't say this aloud. Drak nods, and says, "If there will be no trouble here, I will be very happy to get the 'easy' money so that I may further conduct my travels...", in Basic. The slight curl remains on Solo's mouth, a hint of a smirk. "Whatever works," he answers. "Planning on heading anywhere in particular?" Drak shrugs, and says, "Not really, do you perhaps have somewhere in mind?", in Basic. "Not really, pal," says Solo, giving a slight chuckle. "It's a big galaxy. Hard to pick." Drak nods, and noticing Han's dwindling supply of alcohol, asks, "Perhaps for all your help I could buy you a drink, to make up for the one which I seem to have caused you to finish during our chat?" That prompts another slight smile from the Corellian. "You wanna put out the credits, pal, far be it from me to complain." He turns his head, signaling the bartender, and calls out, "Gimme another ale -- and charge him." He jerks a thumb at the stranger, and then turns his hazel gaze back to the man. "I'll only let you do one, though." Drak chuckles, smiling faintly, and says, "I'm sorry to have taken so much of your, perhaps we'll meet again...", in Basic. Solo rolls his other shoulder in a shrug, this time, not looking particularly bothered by his time being occupied. "Beats empty quarters, pal. Don't get your thrusters burnt out over it." Drak coughs, and pushing off from the the bar states under his breath, and says, "See ya soon pal.. And may the Empire have our Mercy...", in Basic. Drak leaves the Tavern via the front door. Drak has left. [End log.]