Log Date: 6/16/99 Log Cast: 'Andris Vorlaan' (Han Solo), Adian, 'Dav Taras' (Lando Calrissian), Morganna Tazecks, 'Arika' (Mara Jade) Log Intro: It's a situation with trouble written all over it: Han Solo, Lando Calrissian, and Chewbacca have gone on a little jaunt to Nar Shaddaa, the infamous Smugglers' Moon that orbits the homeworld of the Hutts. Once, long ago, both Han and Lando carried on any number of illicit activities on this moon -- and it's out of fond memories for the place as well as the awareness that the under-the-table transponder components he wants for his ship are best acquired there that has drawn Lando to the place. It's just boredom and a barely checked desire to get out of the constraints of his desk job -- leading the New Republic Army -- that's brought Han. But even the promise of excitement on the Smugglers' Moon hadn't prepared Han for having to deal with one of Lando's famous improvised plans for keeping a low profile. Especially a plan that involves them switching clothes and personalities. Nor is either man quite prepared for running into Morganna Tazecks or Mara Jade, two women in a very good position to see right through their flimsy covers... ---------- "They've _rearranged_ this place," the black-haired man in velvet can be heard to murmur in consternation, as he steps after his dark-skinned companion in the rumpled clothing. "I thought you said you knew where we were going, Captain Taras!" Adian walks down the ramp of the Triton Adian has arrived. Adian steps down the ramp of a freighter and stretches as he yawns... First insults to the ship, now insults to his person. With a calculated scowl, Dav turns back toward his rather ostentatiously dressed companion and says, gesturing sharply, "Look. I told you when we started off this could take some time. Perhaps if you didn't swirl your cape around so much, people wouldn't think scatter away from us like we were coming to bust them." Casting a wary glance left and then right, a bit too obviously for a raucous locale like Nar Shaddaa, Taras's passenger narrows his eyes, looking almost amused for about a fraction of an instant before it vanishes behind a disdainful sneer. "You have no appreciation of fashion, ruffian," his smooth baritone proclaims, carrying rather more obviously than one might prefer on the Smugglers' Moon, too. "But if you insist on landing here, and sending our ride away besides, the least you could do is suggest a decent place to find a drink while we await our contacts?" The words are delivered in an accent that suggests this man has come out of Imperial space, though softened from a true Imperial crispness; perhaps he's spent years on the Outer Rim. Who knows? The scarred woman that was once an Imperial diplomat but is now common spaceport scum is leaning against a crate and speaking consipiratorily to a red headed woman. Morganna's gaze is intensive and predatory, and the way she leans reveals the nasty slash in her heavy leather jacket and shirt, revealing the bandage. Morganna raises her eyebrow in an almost cocky fashion and there's something about her smile that's downright creepy, "When you live a life of pain, jade, you learn to enjoy it sometimes." Morganna lets the words of wisdom hang for a few seconda and she then shrugs and nods, continuing, "yes.. Ozzle.." she pauses, stumbling a bit.. her voices scream 'he'll kill you'.. It's a good thing Jade can't here them, but again, Morganna winces "Shut up, shut up.." she mutters to herself, continuing, "Yes.. the empire.. I hear they might be able to help you find him..." Morganna's voice drops to a volume barely above a whisper, her mind is tearing her in two. One side works for the empire, the other side is chaotic, Morganna's only sane side is right in the middle.. and all three fear death, and jedi, "They're looking for you.. But.. they'll be able to help you.." Adian steps off the ramp of a freighter and scans the area, he raises a brow as he takes a long look at andris. As he catches pieces of his conversation with dev, he begins to shake his head and look around further, moving toward the center of the landing area... _i haven't been here in quite a while and now i remember why..._ he stops and folds his arms over his chest as his eyes make another pass around the area stopping on almost every being to take note of them... from the smallest droid to the most standoffish large being, _i don't know... maybe it was the scenery..._ andris draws a little more attention _or the comedy?_ Fitting Andris's words, the scruffy-looking YT-1300 that had been Dev and Andris's ride lifts off and begins moving smoothly away. The ruffled captain's eyes watch the ships progress for a moment before he says, "Trust me, you'd regret leaving your transport in the open longer than you needed to. And don't worry. My first mate can fly her almost as well as I can." Watching Morganna closely, Jade's gaze lingers on the woman's face, watching as she winces visably, even going so far as to whisper quietly to herself afterwards. While Jade might have lost the ability to gain insight into a person's thoughts, she still has the ability to gain insight into a person's expressions, perceive and attempt to decipher what is causing the .. odd reactions. Of course, considering who Jade is speaking of and about, she rationalizes, it isn't any wonder. Dismissing it as soon as she thinks about it, her expression draws a bit darker, picking up a few words here and there that are not exactly to her liking. "'They' are looking for me?" Straightening her shoulders, Jade's gaze flickers around the starport again, as though fearful 'they' are after her at this very moment. Still, that glimmer of distrust flickers through her eyes, before she once gain narrows her eyes onto Morganna, mouth clamping into a scowl. "You aren't telling me everything.. What's going on?" Quite deliberately slinging the short cape draped off his broad shoulders to better display his physique to his advantage, Vorlaan flashes an emerald gaze around the Landing Bay, his handsome features crinkling in another barely suppressed expression of dismay as some of the more pungent scents that fill the thick air of the Smugglers' Moon reach him. "You'd best be right about this, Captain," he pronounces, gesturing with the same hand that had swished the cape off towards the glidewalk that leads to the Corellian Sector. "In the name of all that's holy, might I at least persuade you to find us a place to relax in comfort? It smells foul out here." Nothing smells quite as foul as Morganna's intentions, though. She curses and rubs her temples again, trying to drive back the personality that panics, the one that is the most fearful of Ozzle. She can feel it bubbling to the surface, "No.." she mutters, "I have to stay in control.." Morganna shakes her head and snaps her eye open, she doesn't seem to even realise that she spoke aloud, "They.." Morganna says slowly, "Are the empire.. They're interested in you, your abilities.. and your quest for skywalker." Morganna flinches, as though expecting a backlash, why does she have to get mixed up with these force types, why, why why? Still, something just doesn't ring true to /Jade/. For one, Morganna's actions are simply bizarre. While the scarred woman might be different, never has she been quite so edgy.. Always one to go with her instincts more than anything else, the redhead's mouth parts, about to object to any dealing with the Empire.. Though her gaze is kept a soft neutral, disguising her initial discomfort behind the mask of emotionless... As she does, she casts another swift glance around the starport..pausing to narrow in on the two individuals making their way across the spaceport. With a low breath, she mutters softly herself this time.. "Where /they/ are.. /He/ probably isn't too far away.." Even as she speaks, she's moving, as abrupt as she can be.. she simply states once. "My apologies Morganna.. but I ... see there are a few people that need my .. attention." "You get used to the smell," Dev says non-chalantly as his brown eyed gaze begins roaming about for possible answers to the last part of his employer's request. "We've got two choices, when it comes right down to it. We can go some place that your clothes won't get as rumpled, your food won't be as rancid, and your eyes won't go buggy from the dark lighting. If we do that, though, we probably won't find the kind of person you're looking for. You're the boss, but since you've taken a chance this far, I'd say toss the dice one more time and pick a place that has a 'low mortality rate' as one of its features." A bemused, mischievous gleam enters the ruffled captain's eyes as he says this, turning more fully toward Andris. The scarred woman's eyes follow Jade's Gaze, and she opens her mouth to reply, "There are two of them.. of note.. um.. let me come with you.." Morganna's eyes rest on the dark skinned one, and she grins. Morganna seems almost relieved by the change in subjeect, but, yet, she grabs Jade's arm and says, with a slight hint of urgency in her voice, "We are going to have to talk, though.. hell.. I'm in a huge, farkin' mess here..." The scarred woman scratches her chin, devious thoughts go through her mind, she releases Jade's arm.. perhaps she can kill three birds with one stone. "I look like crap, but lemme come with ya." In other words, Vorlaan and Taras are going to have to go somewhere where Vorlaan's finery is going to have to be sacrificed in the interests of business. Clearly unsatisfied by the option, but stoically determined to see it through since he paid out the credits to be brought here in the first place, the black-haired fellow in velvet grimaces. "Let's adjourn to one of the... less refined establishments, then, Captain. The Corellian Sector, do you think?" Not within hearing distance, yet, though the redhead's vision is centered upon the two men, she can't help but almost quicken her speed.. so intent she barely manages to hear Morganna's words.. Only then does Jade's steps and stride slows some what, as she pauses in her intent scrutiny of the two individuals to cast her gaze back at Morganna. With a brief bob of her head, sending locks of golden red to tumble over her shoulders, Jade's answer is quiet, loud enough to be heard though, through the constant ruckus of noise that clings to the area. "We'll talk when I have more time, Morganna. Whatever the mess is, we'll work it out.. Right now.." She lets it just hang like that.. unanswered, as an almost desparate gaze enters Jade's emerald eyes, head turning again, focusing back on the Captain and the Dandy. Without much else, save a quick.. "Yes, please come, we'll talk afterwards, I promise." And a loyal promise from Jade is a /promise/. She wont deviate from it.. Adian decides to move from his perch, moving about the bustle toward the glidewalk area, obviously heading for the corellian sector. A scene between a twi'lek and a curious looking droid draws his attention and almost causes him to knock into a jawa which doesn't seem to care who's way it gets into. The pilot refrains from swearing at the little robed creature. _jawas... gotta love em..._ The tale of Vorlaan's words brings about a side-ways glance from the disheveled pilot. With a more than amused gleam in his eye, Dev says, shaking his head, "That would be your best choice, I would say. Less cut-throats than the Twi'lek section. The gambling is better, as well as the business, in my opinion." He stops and turns his head in the direction of some movement out of the corner of his eye, too late, his brown eyes falling onto the red haired woman's back as she turned away. He frowns momentarily, puzzling over his apparent jumpiness just as he's distracted by movement from another direction, also headed toward the glidewalks. "I'm starting to think that we might have wanted my first mate along, after all." Almost like a small child who has been told she's allowed to have some candy, Morganna's eyes brighten up. Oh, how she loves to hunt and stalk, and these individuals, if they are who she thinks they are, are among her favourite hunting victims.. especially the dark one. Morganna dusts her jacket off and begins to glide through the crowd expertly, some people even make an effort to get out of her way. She winces occasionally as she twists too far but when she nears the pair.. and their tag along., Morganna speaks in an almost civilized tone. Her gaze bores into the fancy corellian, the dark man and Adian, "Excuse me, you guys look a little lost.. would ya like me and my companion.." She motions to the red head, "To help you find a good place to drink?" Morganna's eyes bore into those of the dark man's , "Maybe to dance.." "I do believe," carols out the baritone voice of Andris Vorlaan, "that it's a trifle late for that, Captain! And if there is gambling, well" -- he flashes a charismatic smile at his disreputable companion -- "how bad can it be?" With that, though, Morganna and Jade catch up with him and Taras, and the apparent dandy pivots around on one expensive heel to survey the women. That smile turns positively melting, as his dark brows go up over his emerald eyes. "Why, hello, what have we here?" Adian pauses on the brink of the glidewalk entrance and turns to look at the feminine voice and andris. A chuckle eminates as he is sure of something when he hears andris try to be suave... and possibly succeed. Though he doesn't seem to know the two strange men beside him that the woman has decided to link with him, he decides to wait and see what comes of it... _i wonder what exactly happened to her? she was once very beautiful wasn't she... pity... i wonder how adapting to a new appearance has affected her emotionally?_ At first, surpise /might/ actually filter into Jade's expression, if she'd allow it to, naturally. Instead the redhead fills up the part quite well; for an actress first and foremost, even during her time with the Empire, she seems to glide on a cushion of air, smile as inviting and (in the process) vacant as she can make it, even going so far as to flutter her eyelashes, eyeing the Captain and Dandy with interest. Her gaze remains on the aparant dandy a moment, eyes of emerald that carry a bit more .. gleam to them, even through the facade she's putting on. "Indeed, we would be.." A sensual smile forming on her lips, as she takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly afterwards, "Most delighted to show you two.. gentlemen, around." Her cloak glides with her, swishing around her frame as she comes to a stop next to Morganna, gaze still sizing up the two men, trying to decide if they are the ones.. Skywalker knows or not. Dev's eyes narrow momentarily once again as he studies these two new "possibilities". Words of wisdom (or paranoia) echo through his mind, saying, _When a woman approaches you, it's true that she wants something, but not usually what you think._ He shakes his head, slowly, and with a smile as his eyes move up and down first the crimson-haired one, then the "damaged goods". A shiver runs down his back with both women, but, odd as it seems, something about the creepy feeling from the latter woman is familiar. With his voice smooth and his smile inviting, he says, "What an unexpected pleasure, wouldn't you say, Vorlaan?" Studying the faces of Dev and Vorlaan intently, Morganna scratches her chin, a small smile traces across her lips, yes.. this one has to be who she thinks it is, just to be sure.. Morganna places a hand on Dev's shoulder, "How rough do you like it/" she asks, a positively evil grin on her face, "The bars, that is.. My sister, Xara.." Morganna pauses on the name, "Told me about a few quieter places, but I prefer the ones that have regular fights." From the cut on Morganna's head, it's apparent that she's alsop a regular participant of said fights. Adian watches with interest at the scene unfolding in front of him. He is about ot speak up when his comlink beeps, drawing his attention down to it and then back out to the spaceplatform, specifically a freighter _damn... i'm just about to meet someone new and the nerf brain say's there's something wrong...._ He smiles 'politely' (for a lude pilot) and slips away to his ship, cursing himself.. but mostly cursing at his co-pilot... Adian enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Triton Adian has left. By way of reply as to what he thinks, Vorlaan catches up Jade's right hand in both of his, drawing it up to his mouth as he bows down low over it. His fingers, despite his foppish attire, are lean and hard; his grip, however, is gentle. And for all that he is not necessarily as classically handsome as the rumpled pilot, it's clear he has a suaveness about him that fits even better than his clothing. His lips brush gently across the woman's knuckles, and as he comes back up again, his gaze is warm and glittering. "I think we have found quite the pleasurable way to spend the evening, Captain," is his reply to Taras, but his attention never wavers from the redheaded female whose hand he holds. To her, he appends, his voice sliding down into a velvet rumble, "My dear, I am delighted to make your acquaintance. I am Andris Vorlaan." Jade Intense green eyes, framed by long, dark eyelashes dominate this young woman's oval shape face. The emerald gems have a cold, harsh, unrelenting expression, though a strength of character can be seen just below the surface, hiding a depth and iron edged will. A thin jagged line makes up her eyebrows just above her pools of green, while her face narrows at her chin, with an aristocratic nose and full, cupid's bow mouth. Lips of ruby red mark contrast to the smooth perfection of her fair skin, not a single freckle mars the translucent quality of her complexion. Her hair is a mesh of red-gold ringlets, the strands drop down to swish against her shoulders, and cascade down her back in a sea of spun auburn, mixed with a golden touch to add life to the shimmering curls. The fiery locks of red part in the middle, to drift around her face, and curl up on the ends. She has a curvaceous figure, though years of training can be seen within her athletic frame. She holds herself with a proud stance, all set within her slight 1.6 meter build. She wears a simple green coat, the fabric drapes over her shoulders, coming down to rest against her waist, with twin strips of fabric that dangle down past her thighs. The neckline is open, revealing a dark, black shirt that peaks out from beneath the coat's bulk. Several pockets, and buttons make a kind of decor to the coat's outside, while the material does a good job of masking her figure, hanging quite loosely over her slender frame. A pair of black slacks slide over the curves of her legs, dropping down and into a pair of boots that grace her feet. A belt loops off her waist, gently resting against the curve of her right thigh. A medium-sized blaster rests within easy reach in its holster, which is strapped firmly around the curve of her right thigh. A glint of silver can sometimes be seen from her left boot, and a silver cylinder often catches the light as it swings from her belt and falls in and out of the folds of her tunic. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => DD6 Blaster Pistol Without missing a beat, Mara's smile remains, as she flickers her gaze towards Morganna once, before her eyes level in on the dashing dandy. Her hand is ice cold to the touch, having her own form of calloused feel to it, though she leaves it in his, as eyes of brilliant green narrow on the rogue. "It is.." She begins, lips curling into that sensual smile again. "A pleasure to meet you, Mister Vorlaan. I'm Arika." Just one of her many alias she goes by, heaven forbid her to use her /actual/ name to these two scoundrals. Her thumb slides over Vorlaan's hand once, before she frees it of his grasp, eyelashes fluttering again, as she tilts her head towards the direction of the Corellian sector. "I believe we can .. show you a reasonably entertaining place.. Depending on what you.. desire." It's clear and certain now who Morganna is. The Creator wouldn't be so cruel to make two women with that cold, challenging stair that has captured the dark skinned man's attention. His eyes flicker over to his partner as he bends over Arika's hand, then down at the feminine hand on his shoulder. _It was claws last time, wasn't it? In my back?_ he thinks quickly as he turns a charming, warm smile to Morganna. "I can't think of anything more intriguing than a quiet place with you alone." His eyes flicker back to Andris as he continues quickly, "But business is business, and I'm here at this gentleman's behest. I'm Taras, by the way. Dev Taras." The scarred woman isn't exactly swooned by Dev's charming smile, no, it just causes her to be more predatory. "Heh.. believe me.." The claws come out again, pinching into Dev's sshoulder for a moment before she releases the shoulder and folds her arms over her chest, "Mr... Taras.. the thought of spending some time alone with you is as.." her comlink beeps and Morganna scowls. Dev is safe this time, for Morganna begins to pull away, "Well, it looks like you both have her to yourselves.." Morganna's eye narrows, "Although I know that's what you prefer, good eve.." Whatever that beep represents has obviously annoued Morganna, and she headstowards the glidewalk that leads to.. the hutt palace. Coincidence? Maybe.. "Business," exhales 'Andris Vorlaan', in a voice that suggests the word ranks something on the order of some of the unspeakable substances producing the less fragant odors in the air. He straightens up again, his green eyes meeting those of 'Arika', his thumb lightly stroking her palm as he moves to release her hand... but not quite. "Alas, my dear Arika, my cheaply clad compatriot _is_ right... we have business to attend to." Morganna's departure warrants a brief glance sideways, but only a brief one. As Jade's hand lowers to her side, she seems about ready to turn around, for even her heels seem to begin to pivot, head swivelling.. However, all ceases when Morganna heads off, leaving Mara to either make up some other excuse, or .. be creative in her approach. Facing the two men, her eyes narrow in on first Vorlaan's, then Dev's, and for a moment, she nearly allows all contempt to surface.. though it fades too, leaving her smile. "Perhaps.. I can help you in whatever, business, you have here gentlemen. I am not without.. my own sources." All business, now that the fascade of coquetteness has all but faded, the redhead's gaze sweeps from one to the other, never lasting on any particular one, as she sizes each up, hands resting on the curve of her thigh. As trained as his features may be, it is not too difficult to discern some amount of relief in Dev's eyes as Morganna slinks away toward... the Hutt's? Making a mental note of certain possibilities that come to mind from this new circumstance, Dev turns his brown eyed gaze on the remaining woman, watching her as he listens to her suggestion. A corner of his mouth quirks into an amused grin as he says, "Considering the type of 'friends' you keep, I'm sure you must have resources that would surprise even the Hutts." With this, Dev slips his partner another meaningful, side-long glance, nodding his head once when he catches the other man's eye. Vorlaan's green eyes meet Taras's dark ones, and for a fraction of an instant, comprehension flashes across the former's gaze. Once more, however, he focuses that melting smile upon 'Arika', saying smoothly, "Perhaps we might come to some sort of arrangement; a swift conclusion to our business would be most satisfactory, and leave time for... other pursuits." His gaze warms significantly on those last two words. It's very difficult to get anything past this one time Emperor's Hand, though in her scrutiny of the two men in front of her.. she fails to notice any meaningful glances.. rather, she's still trying to place them.. Fit them into her memory, and come to a conclusion as to their identities. Until she's actually /able/ to, Mara feels quite comfortable being their 'guide' rather than their unknown follower. Parting her lips, she speaks in a quiet, hushed tone, still playing some what the part of the 'wanton', as she returns Vorlaan's gaze, a demure lowering of eyelashes follows, even as she speaks. "Indeed, I look forward to.. any arrangements that might be met before or after." Her shoulders seem to straighten, as she shifts her gaze about the area, then motions towards the Corellian sector. "If you two.. can .. trust me with what you both are /doing/ here, or what your 'business' might .. be, I'll be happy to ... give you what assistance I can.. For a price." Now, you didn't think Jade would just toss it off to volunteer? Not when she's suppose to be playing someone else, she isn't. The ruffled captain gives the remaining woman another moment of scrutiny before replying to the offer, "What sort of price are you looking for? Coin may not be something we can afford at this time..." his voice trails off as his eyes move off in the direction that the other woman had gone. He continues, turning a smug grin toward Arika, "But I believe we may have information that could fetch a more than adequate price, to the right buyer." "I appreciate a woman with a sound head for business," murmurs Vorlaan, a twinkle lingering in the green depths of his eyes, the rumble still softening his voice. He inclines his dark head once, in acknowledgement of Taras's words, and adds to them warmly, "I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement. At the moment, we're in search of a reliable merchant who deals in transponders." With a wave of her hand, Mara dismissing the 'price', though.. a certain gleam sudden erupts into her eyes afterwards, almost.. dangerous to behold, as she states quietly. "We'll worry about the price another time, gentlemen." To disguise her initial lapse of emotion, she turns her eyes on Vorlaan, sweeping her gaze up and down the man, before shifting her stance a bit more, "I see.." She begins, her hands moving to stuff into the pockets of her coat, hidding them from view, "There are many kinds of technology out, gentlemen, I take it .. you are looking for a specific kind of .. transponder?" Her gaze flickers towards Vorlaan again, offering a winning smile, before shifting her weight again, legs slowly beginning to attempt to draw the both of you away from the crowded area. "The .. normal, run of the mill ones are not very difficult to get a hold of.." Pools of green continue to regard the two, as she moves, still set in her role as 'Arika'. With understandable interest, Taras watches the exchange between Arika and his partner. He starts to open his mouth at one point, then turns the gesture into a roguish smile; he's supposed to be playing the part of brash pilot, not negotiator in this. Still, if he can help 'Andris Vorlaan' keep the price down, it'd be in his best interest to do so. Willing enough to walk with this deeply suspiciously familiar redheaded woman as long as she keeps to fairly public venues, the black-haired man in velvet steps up readily beside her, proffering her his velvet-clad arm. "My needs are fairly simple," he says, smiling as if he'd been born to wear no other expression upon his lean, rugged countenance. "I _am_ looking for what I'm told is a standard model, but, well..." A tinge of ruefulness comes into the smile, without diminishing its intensity; rather, it seems to invite 'Arika' into a shared confidence. "... my personal resources, I'm afraid, are a trifle strained, and there are additional complications with which I shan't burden your lovely head. If you could assist us in conducting a transaction discreetly and swiftly, though I would be _most_ grateful." Interesting, how he appears to have shifted into using singular pronouns, isn't it? As fluidly as a lion circling her prey, Jade's hand rests easly into the crook of Vorlaan's arm, lightly pressing her hand there, the same.. almost sensual smile creasing her own expression. "I see." So. The picture is a little more clear, though Mara's most certain this isn't /all/ to it. Why they need a transponder discreet, swift, and quiet is beyond her. Then, she never could figure out the rebels anyway, they caused more damage than good during their reign of terror on her world. For an instant, her mouth strays into a deep rooted line, almost a scowl, as her head turns, a quiet ahem, escaping. Swiftly berating herself, the redhead speaks up quietly. "While I don't know of anyone .. yet .. I'm sure a few of my sources will lead us in the right direction gentlemen, unless you already have an idea of who you wish to speak to?" Landing Pad 26 - Nar Shaddaa The moon of Nar Shaddaa is a world encased in layers upon layers of buildings - one vast city encompassing nearly the entire landscape. Communication spires and holosigns stick up like spikes and lurid graffiti from the welter of architecture. There is a large and diverse mass of ships and beings from around the galaxy milling about here - all different shapes, sizes, colors, and reputations. The only thing they all seem to have in common is the appearance of being seasoned, rugged, and not to be trifled with. The city about you is a mix of buildings, towers, glidewalks, and landing pads. It is a dirty, seedy, permacrete forest "decorated" with garish advertising holosigns and pungent odors. There are three glidewalks available from this landing pad, each heading in a different direction. Probably one of the most annoying things about getting from one place to another is that often you can -see- your destination mere meters away, and yet to -get- to it directly would require a jet pack. If you're on foot, it's long and convoluted paths you must follow till you intersect with the walkways that lead to your destination. The expression, "Can't get there from here," must have come from Nar Shaddaa. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Economic Presence -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Inter-system Customs Vessel -- RS Solar Wind => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Triton => Jade => CAPITAL: Sienar Maurader Corvette -- Serpent Eyes => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Class 750 Freighter -- CCS Kuala Lampur => Dev_Taras => STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Sable Fox => STARFIGHTER: Sienar Lambda Class Shuttle -- Death Carrier => STARFIGHTER: CEC YT-2400 -- Once Bitten => STARFIGHTER: Sardakh Class 750 Freighter -- Blaze of Glory -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- <1-G>lidewalk leads to Twi'lek District. <2-G>lidewalk leads to Entrance Hall - The Jewel. <3-G>lidewalk leads to Corellian Sector. Jade steps onto the Glidewalk with a slight lurch, heading toward the Corellian Sector before disappearing out of sight. Jade has left. The glidewalk winds down and down, around and around endlessly. it is not particularly well lit, and in some areas, there is not lighting at all. A few glidewalks sprout off from one side or the other to lead to different cultural sectors of Nar Shadda. The farther down you venture, the more disreputable and dangerous the journey becomes. Eventually you find yourself in the Corellian Sector - one of the most popular and frequented districts in all of Nar Shadda. Corellian Sector Those from or familiar with Corellia will start to recognize the architecture, the scents and smells, and the native signage. While not the finest of the districts, nor the safest, the Corellian Sector, with its reputation for good pilots and fast ships, has gained a certain degree of notoriety here on Nar Shadda that makes it both popular and prosperous. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Jade -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-

awnshop leads to Lekkuu's Pawns and Loans - Corellian Sector.

  • nktube leads to NCI Corporate Headquarters - Corellian Sector. lidewalk- leads to Landing Pad 26 - Nar Shaddaa. avern leads to The Smuggler's Rest - Corellian Sector. Dev_Taras steps off the Glidewalk. Dev_Taras has arrived. Not only is he a ruffled ship captain, he's a ruffled ship captain that doubles as a fifth wheel. As they slip into the Corellian section, Dev slips to walking behind the other two as they move along arm in arm, watching his partner's back in truth now. As the prospect of actually getting the parts he needs becomes more and more substantial, he can't help but rub his hands together in anticipation. Goku emerges from the linktube. Goku has arrived. The Corellian sector. To the man currently calling himself Andris Vorlaan, the place is almost like a home, and as he accompanies the woman currently calling herself Arika along the glidewalks that lead into this part of the Smugglers' Moon, he takes a moment to cast a long look about his surroundings. There's an openness to his expression, a sort of tourist-ish guileless, disguising a very real pleasure to see the place again -- and the canny sizing up of everything in sight, the obvious things and a handful of things not so obvious. "I have a lead or two on who we might wish to contact," he murmurs silkily to the woman at his side, then, returning his gaze to her and favoring her with an even more melting smile, as if to apologize for the lapse in his attention. "Perhaps we could compare notes over a drink?" Casting her gaze back once, to offer Dev a quiet smile.. (Mostly to make sure he's still there, and doesn't have some sort of strange object aimed at /her/ back..) 'Arika' turns back to face Andris again, a fluttering of eyelashes later, and she nods, watching the man attempt to charm her socks off. As she settles in against him more, to all the world to see, it would appear he has succeeded, for her hand links a bit more comfortably on his arm, her eyes linger on his charming, heart melting smile.. Offering her own, sinuous smile. "Indeed sir, that sounds simply divine." As she moves past a few people heading in their direction, one person bumps lightly into her.. Considering how she's 'attached' to Andris, she isn't able to divert her form enough.. As her cloak billows out just a fraction, a slight glint of silver can be seen.. before her coat swishes back over it. "Lead to where you wish.." Goku exits from the corporate headquarters of NCI. He is accompanied by a very well dressed man, most likely an accountant. Goku seems perterbed with the man as he walks with him in the direction of the starport. He clasps his hands as he stops for a second and says,"I told you already, discounts are only permitted to employees with my consent. No I suggest you go and clear up the red tape. I want that freighter's engines upgraded with that custom engine by the end of the week. and next time you have doubts on a matter ask me. I don't have your time to waste on uncertainties. While you go clear this with Miz, tell her that the Serpent Eyes will be in orbit shortly and to have the A-wing brought to it. I'm sure the Lt. will like what we did to her ship." Goku pulls out his datapad and says,"And resend our memo to the CSA that their blastboat is ready. And have Hort recalled with the Kame. I'm going to need a secondary pilot as we head into Imperial space to tow that Star Destroyer. Tell him to load up the power charger. I'm sure we have our work cut out for us. And call in to my pilots on the Eyes, have her prepped. I'll be there shortly after I complete my meeting with Ullo or his majordomo." Goku dismisses the accountant and watches him return into NCI's headquarters. He shakes his head as h gives the area a once over. As a back-up man, 'Dev Taras' does fairly well, keeping his eyes moving almost all the time and missing very little. It comes as no surprise to him, then, that some stranger should collide into his partner's pretty, as slight as the collision may be. It's at this point, in fact, that Dev makes sure that his full attention is on both the woman, the stranger, and his partner, as it would be the classical set up for a pick-pocket. Considering Andris's attire... well... But what was that at Arika's hip? As they continue on their way, Dev increases his pace just a bit, his brow furrowed apprehension as his right hand slips down to the blaster at his waiste momentarily, shifting it to make sure it wouldnt' catch on anything. This is Nar Shaddaa, isn't it? It is, indeed, Nar Shaddaa -- and it's the Corellian Sector. The Smuggler's Rest has been a long-standing staple of the area, and it's more than familiar to Vorlaan. Though he isn't about to let on. Slowing and stepping off the glidewalk as he comes up upon the place, he gestures smoothly in its direction and inquires of his redheaded companion, "Would this establishment suit you, my dear? I expect it's full of the 'atmosphere' I'm given to understand is this moon's most admirable quality." The item at 'Arika's' hip /might/ just be a vibro knife, or maybe, it's simply a blaster, a piece of jewelry, or then again, it could be something extremely dangerous.. and .. a lot more deadly than the 'slip of muslum' at Andris' side might pretend to be. As she pauses before the establishment indicated, 'Arika's hand begins to slip away from Andris' arm, leaving just the tip of her fingers to brush against the fabric of the dandy's fine clothing. Her voice is like silk itself, soft and quiet, carrying just enough for Dev and Andris to hear. "It shall be just perfect sir.. We can truly get down to - business." Her lashes lower, once again in a demure fashion, as she casts her gaze back at Dev once, taking note of where he is in accordance to her.. After all, someone of Jade's training and caliber tends to take nothing for granted. "Shall we gentlemen?" With his mind still whirring and a voice shouting loudly in his head _Danger!_, Dev moves to open the door for his partner and his... well... date... keeping his eyes mostly planted on her. One watching him closely would note that none of his movements put his blaster in too difficult a position to get to in a moment's notice. Indeed... this is Nar Shaddaa... and perhaps for the first time since they started this trip, Dev has begun to act and feel just what that means. 'Business', pronounced in Arika's cadences, might just as well have been 'pleasure', if one is to judge from the enormous, nova-bright smile that momentarily lights the face of Andris Vorlaan -- the smile of a man visibly moved by the throaty purr that is the redheaded woman's voice. Of the trio, he seems to be the only one showing no obvious awareness of the danger of his surroundings... and if that danger is extended to the female at his side, well, one can easily glean from his visage that this particular danger is one which he eagerly anticipates. With that, then, the velvet-clad, black-haired man grandly guides his lovely compatriot into the Smuggler's Rest -- as though they were entering a much finer establishment. [To be continued...]