Log Date: 5/20/98 Log Cast: Leanna, Han Solo, Grei Log Intro: Funny thing about Caspar and Kichnar Station -- every time Han sets foot either on the planet or its attendant space station, it means trouble for himself or somebody close to him. This visit has proven no exception, as the Corellian pilot has found himself wrangling with Chewie and Leia over the rough spots in their relationships with one another as of late... and the ongoing lack of any constructive news as to the fate of Luke. Add to this the mercurial temper of the _Millennium Falcon_ and it is no small wonder that a (seemingly) random stranger bumping into the Corellian pilot will find him in a cranky temper.... ---------- You head down off the entry ramp of the _Falcon_. Landing Pad - Union Starport -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Economic Presence -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Ilyrian Gnat -- Swiftwind => SHUTTLE: CSS Olumekar => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Sable Fox => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Kale-1 -- Firedancer => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Hope => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- CFS Armistice => SQUAD: Caspar Guards - 6799 => STARFIGHTER: SubPro Ilyrian Gnat -- CFS Kalinin => starport computer => Transport Panel -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- est leads to Concourse - Union Starport. Leanna has arrived. _Why is it,_ Han Solo wonders grudgingly to himself as he steps, half bent over, just under the belly of his freighter, _that the -Falcon- seems to manage to break somethin' even when we haven't been flying?_ Brows drawn together irritably, the Corellian critically inspects the next sensor array in his impromptu sweep of his vessel, not paying too much attention to the landing pad at large. Leanna wrinkles her brows, in thought, as she walks down the ramp of the firedancer, letting out a small sigh, as she looks about the starport.."he said the Falcon..', she mutters, and her eyes light up, when she lands her gaze on it..and it's captain, and straightens her vest, heading towards hims purposefully, stopping near him with a small cough.."pardon?" The man in the black vest and white shirt starts to straighten -- and catches himself just in time to avoid slamming his dark head against the bottom of the ship. He glances out around his shoulder, then calls, "You talkin' to me, sweetheart?" "Ahh..yeah..Grei Lar sent me to speak with you?" Leanna flashes him a brilliant smile, showing off her perfect teeth, stepping forward a little, her hands clasping lightly behind her back.."I..uh..we could use some ideas..i guess you could say..', and she smiles suddenly, chuckling slightly, as she recognises him from the starport, all those months ago...but doesn't say anything. Solo steps out from under his freighter, and straightens up to his full height, dark brows rising. "Grei who?" Leanna smiles slightly, straightening her posture a little more.."he was the director of the Kicknar Station, for quite some time..I don't know if you two met or not..But, I..we are in need of a little assistance..uh..In not getting cought by some Imperial types..", she finishes the last, with a small smirk.."Seems he's allmost as wanted as you...mr. Solo.." The Corellian pilot soundlessly ahs, then he smirks for a moment, studying the woman before him levelly. "Unless your friend is wanted to the tune of six digits, lady, he ain't as wanted as me. What kinda help are you talkin' about here?" Leanna matches his smirk, with a slight shrug, and sighs, her brows wrinkling.."I'm not sure actually..he was trying to find a safe way for our ship to get to Corellia..I'm from there..and it would be nice to go home again..But, we can't take a risk in going thru imperial space..the othr idea I had..is i happen to be a decent pilot..and Grei has, uh..valuable marketing skills one might say..Is it possible the republic needs a freighter pilot or a fighter pilot?" Han_Solo abruptly laughs, shoving a hand through his hair, and shaking his head in what almost seems like amusement. _Why is it -I- always get asked this...?_ "Sweetheart, the New Republic can use any pilots it can get its collective hands on. You wanna know more than that, I ain't the guy to ask. Next question?" Leanna sighs, stuffing her hands in her pockets, her shoulders slooping slightly.."I...look, sorry for wasting you time mr. Solo..I thought maybe being a fellow Corellian..I might be able ta pick yer brain..Never been wanted by Bounty Hunters before..", and she stops smirking.."well that's not true I gues..when my lost boss stole that ship..", and she breaks off suddenly with a sigh.."Anyhow..sorry ta waste your time..Grei just thought you might be of some help..", and she ends with a smirk, before offering a slight nod, and turning, heading back across the starport. Solo rolls his eyes, then smacks his palm against his forehead. "Might try actually _sayin'_ what help you're lookin' for," he mutters aggravatedly, turning back to his sensor array. "What the nine hells do I look like, anyway, a charity board?" Leanna chews her lip, to keep it from shaking as her eyes water, when she hears his comment, but keeps her back turned, so he doesn't see her eyes watering, and stiffens her back, as she walks back towards her ship, letting out a small sighs, and muttering.."egotistical ass!", her face flushing angrily, as she marches up the ramp. Well, so much for what was left of his mood. Not feeling like bothering to explain to a total stranger why her request rubbed him the wrong way, Solo stubbornly fixes his attention back on his work. Leanna stops halfway up the ramp, and turns, her blue eyes piercing towards Solo, her cheeks flushed angrilly, and she marches back towards him, a hand positioned on her lip, and she let's out a sneer.."Look you egotisical ass!..I thought a part of being with the Republic was to be a little more charitible..Guess i was wrong..So sue me!..Ya want specifics?..i /told/ you what we needed..to get to NR space..in one piece!" Grei has arrived. Grei steps down off the ramp of the Firedancer and looks around. Leanna stands by the Falcon, and Han, her hand placed angrily on her hip, her cheeks flushed, and back straight as she waits for Han's response. Solo doesn't even bother to turn around, as the woman's voice surges up again behind him. Adjusting the sensor array before him, his darkened scowl carefully pointed away from the stranger, the pilot says coldly, "Sister, you asked for 'ideas', and you mentioned wanting to get to Corellia. You didn't say a thing about wanting _me_ to get you to Corellia. I don't know what you and your pal know about me -- but if you've heard anything, you oughtta know Han Solo doesn't do charity." Only now does he actually look over his shoulder, and his hazel gaze is frosty. "Especially on five minutes' worth of exposure to somebody who, for all the hells I know, might be an Imperial spy just lookin' for a chance to shoot me in my own ship." Grei walks over towards Leanna, frowning slightly at who she's managed to find to talk to. Leanna roles her eyes and snorts, straightening up to her full height.."Say that again you two bit piece of slime..and i'll show you HOW Imperial I am!", and she reaches for the base of her blaster, snarling.."Did i SAY anything about charity..or you flying us anywhere? I wouldn't step FOOT in this bucket of bolts..which would probably fall apart, when you started her up!", she snarles the last part.."i specifically asked, if you knew how we might be able to get into NR space, or Corellia, in one piece!" Grei frowns deeper as he catches the tail end of Leanna's statement and places a soothing hand on her shoulder, "Leanna, back off. Anger is not going to encourage him to help us." Leanna jumps, as Grei's hand rests on her shoulder, her face flushed angrily, as she turns and faces him.."Fine idea grei..Find Han Solo..he might be able to help..well, YOU talk to him..I may /hurt/ him, if I keep around..excuse me!", and she glares at han, before turning, marching towards the ship. If anything, Solo simply seems more blackly amused by the woman's raging. His hazel regard flicks a moment to the approaching man, but, infinitely coolly, he merely turns around and resumes adjusting his sensor array. Grei turns to Han and says, "Please excuse her temper, sir." Grei You see a tall, male human that has an air of impulsiveness around him. He's about 6'2" and of slender build with blondish hair and blue eyes. He is wearing a loose blue tunic, belted at the waist with a gun belt upon which his blaster is holstered, over black pants. He notices your glance and grins impishly. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => XiX Blaster Pistol Grei looks at you for a moment. Leanna calls over her shoulders, without turning around.."Don't you /dare/ appologise for my temper!..He'll get worse!", and she snorts, as she reaches the ship, parked close by, and punches the security code, tapping her foot impatiently, as she waits for the ramp to lower. The Corellian pilot flashes a sharp look at the other man, scowling briefly again at the 'sir'. Blatantly ignoring the angry woman on the ramp, Solo drawls, "I've seen worse. And better." Leanna enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Kale-1 -- Firedancer Leanna has left. Grei chuckles and nods, "As have I, though Leanna has a tendency to go overboard." He glances back at Leanna as she makes her last comment before turning back, his voice lowering slightly, "You wouldn't happen to have any information on the safest way to reach NR space from Caspar, would you? I have a cargo that I don't want the Empire to catch me with." Now _this_ is something that Solo can comprehend and comfortably deal with -- a simple question, without allusions to whether he has 'ideas', hints as to whether he can offer unspecified help. The Corellian smirks faintly, the smirk hinting at a slight drop in his own temper. "Don't go through Pride-1," he suggests dryly. Grei smirks and chuckles, "That was a given. I heard about _that_ little bit of fun before I left my previous job." Turning his attention back to the task of aligning the sensors embedded in the hull before him, Solo adds blandly, "Most space I travel through turns out to be unsafe, pal. You want a low profile hyperspace route -- I ain't your man, not anymore." Glancing first at the ship and then back at Han closer, Grei blinks and frowns, "Sorry about disturbing you then, though I never said anything about a low profile route, just one that would enable me to reach NR space safely on my own. Perhaps I mistook your ship and yourself for another ship and captain." He glances at the ship again and shakes his head, "Good day." He turns and heads back to his own ship. Not sure whether he's relieved or disappointed at the possibility that he might not actually have been recognized -- though he deeply doubts it, given that the angry woman _had_ addressed him by name -- Solo smirks. "Yeah," he answers back gruffly, by way of farewell. Mentally, he adds irritably, _Yeah, yeah, yeah,_ and the scowl flickers back into being as he turns back to his work. Grei glances back at the Falcon and the guy working on it. He frowns and climbs up the ramp of the Firedancer, shaking his head. Grei enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Kale-1 -- Firedancer Grei has left. [End log.]