Star Wars - Wednesday, January 21, 1998, 2:00 PM ------------------------------------------------ Han_Solo This tall, rangy man moves with the loose and confident motions of a fighter, someone accustomed to getting into tight situations... and getting quickly right back out of them. His brown hair is cut pragmatically short, but is thick enough to hold a hint of a wave, framing a set of ruggedly handsome features that have finally lost the last traces of youthfulness and are solidly into weathered maturity. A long scar crooks across his chin, adding another touch of ruggedness to his face. Sharp-gazed hazel eyes, prone to shift tint depending on his clothing, miss very little that crosses their line of sight, and he typically speaks in a lazy almost-drawl. He is clad in a form-hugging blue jacket over a white shirt tucked into darker blue pants, which are in turn tucked into a pair of scuffed but serviceable black boots. Down each side of his pant legs runs a single red stripe. Around his waist he's wearing a slightly askew utility belt; secured to both it and his right thigh is a blaster holster, in which rides a sturdy blaster... when, at least, it's not in his hand. Currently, he appears to be wounded; there's a scorch, doubtless from a blaster, along his side, cutting a charred swath along the bottom of his blue jacket. His face is pale, features strained, though his eyes remain alert. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol You go through the airlock to the hangar. 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. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Han_Solo => SHUTTLE: CSS Olumekar => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Wanderer Mk II -- CCS Rawalpindi => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Commerce => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Kale-1 -- Firedancer => STARFIGHTER: Koensayr BTL-S3 Y-wing -- Huntsman => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Ilyrian Gnat -- CCS K'nak-Ve => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Ilyrian Gnat -- Crimson Dusk => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Class 750 Freighter -- CCS Anglesey => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Wanderer Mk II -- CCS Keramisk => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Ilyrian Gnat -- Stone Temple => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Kale-1 -- Vrii Olumdar => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millenium Falcon => Officer Trelarn => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Wanderer Mk II -- Kitar => STARFIGHTER: CEC YT-2400 -- Comet's Tail => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Lucifer Sam => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Ilyrian Gnat -- CFS Kresta => CAPITAL: Sienar Fleet Systems GAT-12j Skipray -- Sea Flat => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Typhos => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Wanderer Mk II -- CFS Windancer => starport computer => Transport Panel -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- oreward leads to Level 5 -Transportation Hub-. Han_Solo, if he is aware of the large sentient following him, gives no sign of it, and he limps his determined way up onto level 5, into the public hangar, and towards his battered freighter. Blatantly ignoring, too, the odd looks he gets in passing as people notice the way he's holding his side, Solo scowls unilaterally at every sentient he passes, and scowls twice for the droids, on general priniciple. It appears that the Horansi who is following Solo is floating since his robe reaches the ground and the strides that the Horansi is taking do not ruffle the robe. When Solo reaches the ramp to the Falcon Sinjon finally speaks in a low but attention grabbing tone of voice, "Han.. Please. There is no reason to put up this facade. I know that it must hurt, I know because I was recently shot in the arm by one of those Rodians. I ask you as a friend, please let me help you. I do not care if you are the 'Mighty and strong' Han Solo. I see a person who is in need, a person I can help...Please allow me." The Corellian does pause there at the ramp, but whether it's to catch his breath, or whether to listen to the Horansi behind him, is Sinjon's guess. He doesn't meet the felinoid's gaze, though, he might be seen to be paler -- for all that he's staying on his feet by vehement force of will, it's probable that the walk has winded him. "I'm okay," he mutters, but his voice is lower now, as he stumps up the ramp to enter the bypasses on the freighter's security systems, and open the hatch. Han_Solo enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millenium Falcon Han_Solo has left. Sinjon_Teague enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millenium 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 _Millenium Falcon_. The walls are lined with dirty, off-white, upholstered padding interspersed with bulkheads and the occasional control panel; the illumination is faintly greenish. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Han_Solo -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ft leads to Bunk Room.

ort leads to Cargo Hold. ore leads to Cockpit. tarboard leads to Level 5 -Public Hangar-. Sinjon_Teague enters Main Ring Corridor (Starboard) Back on his ship. Finally. Solo turns automatically towards the cockpit, and opens his mouth to holler for Chewie... only to have one leg buckle beneath him, tilting him sideways into the wall. Sinjon_Teague rushes forward grabbing the Corellian by the unhurt arm and side, before he hits the deck. He easily picks up Han throwing one of the smuggler's arms over his shoulder to help him along. "Where is your medical bay?" This, Han thinks to himself, is _not_ how this was supposed to have happened. He was _supposed_ to have gone to the cockpit, fired up the engines, and gotten Chewie the hell in there to help him prep for liftoff. His passenger was _NOT_, definitely _NOT_, supposed to have grabbed him, because he's Just Fine Thank You Very Much. Pondering this, Solo scowls, and it takes a moment before Sinjon's question hits him. "Ain't got one," he mutters. "Supplies... in the bunk room. Storage locker." And, stubbornly, the Corellian tries to stand up, to get his arm out of his grasp. Doesn't this overgrown kitten comprehend that in order for the ship to _go_, he has to power it _up_? Sinjon_Teague doesn't let Solo change his position at all. He mearly lifts the Corellian up and helps him towards the bunk room, where ever that is. Sinjon growls for a moment then says "Don't try and play hero right now because you are not in any shape!" "Just a... scratch," the human mutters, his booted feet dragging a little, before he finally gives in, grumpily. Okay, fine, he can take him to the bunk room. Solo staggers off through the circular corridor, slaps with his free hand at the door control, and keeps avoiding Sinjon's gaze as the Horansi helps him through. Han_Solo heads off aft towards the bunk room. Han_Solo has left. You head aft around the ring into the bunk room. Bunk Room A cramped little nook sandwiched in among the engine room, maintenance areas, and other sections of the aft half of the _Falcon_, this room sports enough bunks to accommodate a small number of passengers. Along the back wall are a bank of tiny lockers to stow personal gear, a catering facility, and a door leading off into a refresher. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Han_Solo -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ore leads to Main Ring Corridor (Starboard). Sinjon_Teague lowers Han onto a bunk before the man can complain. He certainly starts to, but Solo's retort is cut off by a hiss of his own breath. "Ahh..." And this is followed by a short, pungent Corellian curse. Nor does Solo quite lay down; instead, he sort of half-sits there, waving a hand grumpily at one of the lockers. "Medpack in there, if you insist." His tone and stance are tense, relaying along with his words, 'Make it fast, I got a ship to fly.' Sinjon_Teague chuckles for a moment at his patient's crumbling facade, "I thought you said it was nothing? I would imagine that 'nothing' wouldn't require such a curse. I don't need a medpack right now, but I will in a bit." Sinjon stands up and opens the locker grabbing out the medpack. He comes back and kneels in front of the wounded man. "If you would please lie back for just a moment." He closes his eyes and his breathing slowing. "Wh.. wha? Wait, wait pal, you don't need to pull no fancy... Jedi stunts," Solo blurts, trying to sit up, throwing out a hand. "Just gimme the pack, bit o' synthflesh, I'll be fine..." Sinjon_Teague opens one of his eyes and sets its gaze on Solo. "Why Mr. Solo I would almost believe that you are almost...afraid." He chuckles, "I am not going to use any 'Jedi stunts' I am mearly going to see how bad the damage is before I begin fixing the damage." Sinjon closes his eyes again and reaching out with his paws to probe at the wound. "The hell I am," Solo snarls. The nerve. Afraid? Corellians are afraid of nothing, it goes against the culture. As his side is probed, however, he hisses again, slumping down to the bunk. Oh, there's damage there, alright; his flesh took a good graze from whatever blaster bolt caught him, and the burn has split from probable exertion, trickling blood out to stain his already charred shirt and jacket. Sinjon_Teague continues to feel around the wound probing carefully obviously trying to cause as little pain as possible. Satisfied he opens his eyes to peer at Solo. "I didn't mean to imply that you were a coward or anything like that. Often people are afraid of that which they are unfamiliar." He continues to speak while laying out the medical supplies. Sinjon sprays Solo's side with the bacta disinfectant and quickly places a synthflesh patch right afterwards. "It's a very similar wound to my own..." Sinjon lifts the sleeve of his robe to show the now fading scar on his bicep. "We Jedi heal fast, probably a good thing since I am not that adept at deflecting bolts with my saber." He smirk at his observation. Solo peers up through slitted, pain-darkened eyes at the Horansi leaning over him, and he considers this nice, friendly, non-Force-involving attention. "Well okay then," he mumbles, gruffly. Sinjon_Teague finshes fussing over Han and begins to put away the supplies. He hands the Corellian some pills and a squeezeball of liquid. "Drink that and take those. They will help with tissue repair as well as replace some of the fluid that you have lost." "I know, I know," Han grumps, familiar with his own vessel's medical supplies, and it's not as if he hasn't been shot before, after all. He squints blearily at what he's handed, nevertheless, before downing both the medication and the liquid. And he promptly sits up again, or at least tries to, moving to wrestle out of his jacket. Sinjon_Teague places a restraining paw on Han's shoulder and in a stern, no nonsense tone of voice stressing every syllable, "Lay back down. If you wish to have no permanant damage or if you want me to use those 'Jedi tricks' that you seem to be so fond of." His gaze remains serious but you see some obvious mischeviousness reflected in his eyes. His dander rising, Solo grumbles, "Look, pal -- thanks" -- and this is delivered grudgingly, for all that there's appreciation lurking somewhere behind his hazel eyes -- "but I gotta get Chewie and get us launched, it mightta escaped your notice, but there are people tryin' to kill me!" Sinjon_Teague smiles at Han's exaggeration of things, "People have been trying to kill you most of your life Mr. Solo, a few more hours isn't going to change that. You are secure within you ship and we can wait. Chewbacca is quite capable of doing whatever needs to be done. So you should lie back for a bit and give your body the chance to heal." His brows furrow over his narrowed eyes, and Solo, only all the more aggravated by that look of serene calm on the Horansi's face -- a look that reminds him suspiciously of Luke -- promptly starts pulling himself to his feet. "I'll be -fine-," he insists roughly. "And Chewie'll hafta hear this from me, thanks, but outta my way...!" Sinjon_Teague rolls his eyes and sighs, "Very well Mr. Solo. I am sorry to have to do this..." He begins to wave his paws and make intonations coming closer to Han. Whoa hey. No way. Solo starts, then determines that Sinjon can wave his paws around all he wants to -- _he_ is going to go find the Wookiee. He wobbles to his feet, setting his features grimly and ignoring the throb of his patched up side, and thrusts a finger round at the Horansi. "Don't even think about it," he rasps, then whirls back for the door. Sinjon_Teague breaks out into laughter, holding his sides as the mirth comes bubbling up. "Really Mr. Solo! Do you really think that I would need to do all of that?" The laughter dries up as he approaches the man. Sinjon reaches out a paw and goes to place it on Han's shoulder. The Corellian flinches back at first but when nothing happens lets Sinjon put his warm paw on his shoulder. "If I had wanted to cure you I could have done that when we first had met today in the gardens. Even though you are a stubborn man, I wouldn't dream of trying to force you to do anything. You are a grown man and can make your own decisions. I am just concerned because I count you among my friends." Sinjon stares Han directly in the eye, his eyes dialating and contracting slightly. And the Corellian's finger goes down, his stern expression wavering; _this_ reaction he hadn't expected. He pauses, eying the Horansi in return, as he speaks, and indeed, he does jerk at that paw's approach. "You don't know me," he retorts brusquely. Sinjon_Teague nods his head making his earrings jingle slightly, "Correct, but I know of you and what you are like. These stories are exaggerated I am sure but in every tale there is a kernel of truth. These stories tell of a brave, brash pilot who decided to join the Rebellion against the Empire. So tales even speak of a man who gave up a goodly amount of credits to help his friends. I think I know what side you fight for and what path you tread in this lifetime. Search your feelings for what you know to be true about me." His expression still holds some mirth but with an underlying seriousness. Is Solo actually... blushing? He very well might be, for he hastily glances away from the felinoid's steady gaze. "You got a lightsaber and can talk in my head," he mutters. "And Chewie likes you." Sinjon_Teague grins letting go of Han's shoulder. "Correct you are! I would have to say that usually Chewbacca is a good judge of character. As I stated I will not stop you from doing what you feel is right but I will give my advice. My advice is that you take it easy and let your side heal. Chewbacca can handle setting everything up, after all he is one person that you can trust with your life correct?" Solo is still glowering, but his features are suspiciously less stony now, less stern. "Yeah, well," he mumbles. "'Least right now." Sinjon_Teague chuckles low in his throat, "Alright. Well what time do you wish to leave? I will be here with all my gear. I need a bit of time if you can spare it." Pause. Pause. Then, finally: "Take it. I'll... rest." Solo still isn't looking up. Sinjon_Teague bows deeply to Han, "Thank you." As he straightens he looks at the man, "There is nothing wrong in admitting that you need rest. We are all mortal believe it or not. Even the great Luke Skywalker needs to sleep, eat and heal now and then. It is not a dishonor of any kind so please don't think of it as such." "Junior _still_ can't take care of himself, much less rescue anybody," Solo grumbles, but he steps back to his bunk, and lowers himself testily upon it. He doesn't bother to comment further, but he is now quite evidently blushing. Sinjon_Teague smirks at the Luke comment, "Sleep well Mr. Solo. I will be back in a bit with my gear. I will wake you when I arrive again." Sinjon heads out of the bunk area turning the lights down to a very dim level before closing the door behind him. "Yeah... " The Corellian folds himself down onto the bunk, uncomfortably settles himself... and falls silent, as his passenger departs.