You walk down the ramp and clear of the shuttle.

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 equipment 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 diligently on that project. The whole hangar, while functional, is cramped with all the construction.

Han_Solo comes down the entry ramp of the _Millenium Falcon_.

Chewbacca comes down the entry ramp of the _Millenium Falcon_.

You open the airlock and head into the KOS.

The central transportation hub is filled with a variety of travelers, 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 diligently on the rewiring as the new hangars in this area continue to come on line.

You enter the Elevator.
The turbolift runs up the core of the station. It's large, cylindrical shape runs the entire axis of the station. A panel of buttons is positioned by the lift door, next to the list of floors they send the turbolift to.

The Turbolift has stopped at Level 4 -Concourse-.

You leave the turbolift.

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.
Currently, sounds can be heard coming from the west, as if huge machinery was being brought to bear. An access panel leads off in that direction, and occasionally, crewmen, wearing anything from overalls to full vacuum suits, can be seen coming and going. You enter the wide, busy 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.

You open the door to the Blue Nebula and walk in.

The Blue Nebula Cantina is a small, smoky bar. Catering mainly to the traders and spacers who visit the station, the Blue Nebula is known for a few of its unique beverages. Even the occasional resident will wander in looking for a drink and perhaps a little conversation.

Sinjon_Teague walks into the Blue Nebula, his eyes scan the crowd as he makes his way towards the bar.

Fay
Faith is a 5'6" tall young woman with fair skin and short, wavy red-brown hair falling over one of her eyes. She has large brown eyes, slightly deep-set, framed by long dark lashes. Her slender frame moves with a quickness and grace she seems totally unaware of, despite the usually sharp, thoughtful look in her eyes.
At the moment she's wearing wrinkled dark blue pants worn over black boots. Her nondescript white shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to her elbows, reveals a tattoo of an intricately-scaled dark snake that goes around her right wrist and ends close to her elbow.

Han_Solo walks in from the main concourse.

Chewbacca walks in from the main concourse.

You sit down on a stool in front of the bar.

The cantina's bar stretches through most of the room. Synthesizers and bottles line shelves behind the bar, handy to the bartenders so that they can make practically any drink asked for.

Fay is sitting at the bar, nursing a drink. She seems totally absorbed in whatever she's reading on her datapad.

Lumbering into the bar after his partner, Chewbacca looks about with only about half interest, the place familiar to him. He yowlers something to Han, pointing out an open space at the bar or a table. The noise ends on an inquiring note.

Sinjon_Teague sits at the bar, taking out a book to lie on the countertop. He calls over to the bartender and has a quick conversation with him ending in Sinjon passing the bartender some credits.

Small 'n' smoky. Yep, this is how Solo likes 'em. Hazel gaze deliberately casual, the Corellian strides into the bar, glances at the open space Chewie indicates, and nods lazily. "Works for me, pal," he says lowly to the Wookiee, then ambles in that direction, laying in a sure course that is very likely going to bring him into contact with something just as Corellian as he, and alcoholic to boot.

Han_Solo sits down on a stool in front of the bar.

Chewbacca sits down on a stool in front of the bar.

"Brandy," drawls the dark-haired spacer in the direction of the black-haired waitress whose eye he catches, as he leers at her mildly. "Corellian."

The bartender comes back bearing a tray covered with a vast variety of cheese, fruit, bread and meat of some sort. He sets the tray in front of Sinjon, while balancing a pot of tea in his other hand. The bartender reaches under the bar and draws out a mug and a small jar of honey, placing them beside the pot.

Dagny walks in from the main concourse.

Fay looks up, casually looking at the new arrivals. She shifts her eyes back to her datapad.

Chewbacca stretches casually, leaning great hairy bars on the arm and considering the company. Gazing at the waitress, he yowls affirmatively, his bright blue eyes flickering over to his partner and then back, his muzzle curling into a smile. Fangs are exposed.

That the waitress seems impervious to Corellian leers doesn't seem to faze Solo much, though as Crystal heads off to grab his order for him, the pilot smirks sidelong at the Wookiee beside him. "Don't say it," he mutters at him.

Chewbacca
Standing at something close to two meters, Chewbacca is impressive, even for a Wookiee. His shaggy brown hair has golden and amber highlights, as well as a few streaks of gray here and there, the only indication of his age. Bright blue eyes, strangely innocent looking in contrast to the huge fangs that also adorn his face, look out at you. He is wearing a bandoleer over one shoulder and across his torso, and carries a bowcaster at his back.

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.

Chewbacca rowls innocently, his shoulders rising up in a "What? What?!" kind of shrug, paws upright. The smile, however, only grows more fangs.

Dagny makes her way, rather slowly at that, into the cantina, her pace carefully measured. It could be drowsiness which gives her such an obviously deliberate step, but it looks more like care to avoid any clumsy stumbles -- no doubt because she's clearly about eight months pregnant. A few more cautious paces away from the support of a handy wall and she's made it to a table, one with nicely cushioned seats at that, in order to begin gazing somewhat mournfully at the drink menu.

Dagny sits down at the corner booth.

"Just don't wanna hear whatever's goin' through your fuzzball head," says Solo gruffly, turning about on his stool to survey the establishment. Nope. He doesn't need to hear any jibes about Leia, or that he shouldn't be looking at women now that he's married. Definitely not.

Sinjon_Teague raises his paw in salutation to Dagny as she traverses her way across the room. He returns his attention to the pair of travels who have sauntered up to the bar. Sinjon pours a mug of fragrant tea into his mug, the steam rising up. He places a healthy dollop of honey into the mug and stirs it slowly, creating a light clinking noise.

_Corellian's will be Corellian's_ Chewie muses, _and if Leia doesn't start paying this one some lip service, more than just Han's -eyes- are gonna start roaming. As the waitress places Chewie's mug before him, a massive paw picks it up, and the container is drained in practically one swallow. He places it back down, wiping his maw with a furry arm and looking at the astonished waitress in all innocence, brows raised curiously. He pushes the mug back toward her, which she takes up uncertainly, merely nodding to his unspoken request.

Fay runs her hand through her hair in an exasperated gesture. She drums her fingers on the table furiously; obviously upset about something she's reading.

The Horansi in the bar is noted, but then, Han Solo's gaze touches briefly on just about all the sentients in sight, a casual hazel surveyance, nothing more. As the waitress Crystal returns with his Corellian brandy and a coolly reserved "Your order, sir," the pilot accepts the drink and starts nursing it. Perhaps in sync with the Wookiee's unspoken thoughts, Solo watches Crystal go, a touch moodily, till she's out of immediate sight.

Dagny returns Sinjon's salute with a casual wave, the sort that humans tend to give to beings they sort of recognize but don't really know all that well at the moment. Attention distracted from the tempting drink menu, she fixes on the pot in front of the Horansi. *Tea. Tea works.* "Say, Crystal," she calls once the fellows at the bar have been served, and gestures with a wrist-flick toward Sinjon. "If you don't mind, I'll have what he's having."

Fay takes a deep breath, the look on her face calming somewhat. She picks up her datapad again and continues reading, eyes frowning, mouth set in a straight line.

If a picture is worth a thousand words then the room would be floundering in a sea of paper as Sinjon finally realizes whom he is sitting near by. He stops stirring his drink for a moment and just stares, the spoon dripping in his paw. He quickly regains his composure and places the spoon next to his mug. He picks up his tea, sniffing the scent, his ears a flutter. Sipping gingerly at first, he tests the temperature of the brew.

Han_Solo glances sideways at Chewbacca as the Wookiee inhales his beverage, and mutters at him, "One of these days, pal, I'm gonna find you somethin' that'll

Chewbacca snorfles smugly, whacking Han on the back lightly and shaking his head as Crystal returns to him ... this time with a pitcher. Chewie's face splits into a grin and Crystal almost flinches before she realizes that it's a -smile-. The Wookiee takes the handle in one paw and takes a taste ... a reasonable quantity ... only about a quarter of the amber fluid within.

"Yeah, well, just 'cause you got me plastered on Calamari _don't_ mean it's gonna happen again," Solo retorts to the Wookiee's snorfle. He turns his stool round slightly towards Chewie, though, one dark brow cocking at the pitcher.

Chewbacca says, "You needed it." in Wookiee.

Sinjon_Teague cocks his head sideways watching the scene unfold between the Corellian and his famous partner. Sinjon's ears continue flickering to and fro, making his earrings jingle, as he tries to be casual in his observations.

Fay looks at Chewbacca and Solo talk from the corner of her eyes, smiling. Her eyes, by nature serious, look fascinated by the exchange.

Ever so slightly petulantly, the Corellian smirks. "I was _fine_," he maintains. He's pitching his voice at a low conversational volume; if he's aware he's under surveillance, he's giving no sign of it as he nurses the

Chewbacca schnorfles again, but knows when not to push. He glances past Han as he raises his pitcher in a toast, his muzzle in a knowing smile and says, "To new ventures ... and temptations", in Wookiee.

Freed, at least for the moment, from the casual leers of the Corellian at the bar, Crystal takes the opportunity to prepare a second pot of tea, fishing a few pinches of some sort of herbal mixture from a canister and crumbling them into a perforated metal sphere, which she drops into a container of steaming water and arranges on a tray with a mug to bring over to the woman at the corner table. Dagny pauses a moment to breathe in the steam, then remarks to no one in particular, "One more month..." and busies herself pouring.

He could _use_ a little temptation right now. But the kind of temptation Solo wants isn't going to happen any time soon; not like he's going to comment on it, but still. "I'll drink to that," he says brusquely to Chewie, clinking his mug against the much larger picture. He resumes nursing the brandy, and starts staring in Vanessa's direction for a while, though from the way his brows are knitting and the distant look in his eyes, it's doubtful whether the Corellian is ogling her.

Fay turns her gaze back to whatever she was reading, the scowl returning soon afterwards.

Chewbacca cranes his head about to take a look at the woman, but the blankness in Han's stare doesn't reassure the Wookiee. If anything, he'd feel -better- if Han were ogling her. Looking for a distraction, Chewie's eyes peruse the bar, stopping again at the Horansi before they focus on something there. He turns to Han and taps him and says, "Hey, don't look now, but that Horansi has got a lightsaber ... think Luke knows him?"", in Wookiee.

Solo _doesn't_ look now, at least not immediately. He does start slightly, hazel eyes widening a bit; he glances first up at Chewie, taking a deliberate long drink of his brandy, and beginning another slow, ostensibly casual sweep of the place that drifts over the Horansi without any sign of particular interest. "Couldn't say," he finally mutters softly to the Wookiee. "Junior ain't exactly keepin' me briefed on his social schedule these days."

Chewbacca hmmmphs curiously, but turns his attention back to the bar, staring at it for a moment before he finally asks an unfortunate question. His eyes raise and then lower and then raises it again "So, ah ... any news from Leia?", in Wookiee.

Sinjon_Teague picks up a snow apple, crunching into its shiny surface. He takes a few noisy bites then another sip from the mug. Sinjon begins to make a sandwich of sorts from the cheese and meat occasionally slipping in a piece of fruit to add variety. Finishing off the apple he tosses the core into the trash at the back of the bar.

Brown eyebrows lower again over hazel eyes, and a dark, perhaps even sullen expression starts crossing Solo's face. "She ain't keepin' me briefed on her social schedule either," he answers grimly, slugging down the rest of his brandy.

Chewbacca growls a touch unpleasantly, but makes no comment, staring down at the table and kicking himself for his less than smooth comment. He glances over at the Horansi again, a touch curious, and also a touch desperate for something.... -anything- to interrupt Han's chain of thought.

The Corellian waves down Crystal again, and perhaps surprisingly, without a leer; once the black-haired waitress returns to him, Solo says simply, "Gimme another one, sweetheart." He doesn't even watch her go, his expression beginning to turn stony and withdrawn.

Sinjon_Teague shoots a glance at _the_ Wookiee sitting a few stools down, his eyes meet Chewbacca's and for a moment a connection is made. He picks up his mug of tea and saunters towards the pair.

Chewbacca hides the look of relief that he feels, straightening up slightly and watching the approach with idle curiosity. As the Horansi draws closer, he lefts off a light whuff of greeting, cocking his head to one side.

His steps rather timid at first but then gaining a bit of confidence as he comes closer Sinjon acknowledges Chewbacca's greeting with a coughing growl of his own. He steps up next to the pair, setting his mug down on the bar next to him and says, "I don't mean to interrupt but aren't you...?"

The Horansi's approach, just as his presence had been, is noted by Han Solo, but the man's gaze flicks towards the big felinoid with no sign of immediate interest... or, in fact, any interest. _Let Chewie be sociable if he wants. Not like I've been great company for a while..._ Solo's attention returns to Crystal as the waitress shows up with the second brandy.

Chewbacca looks at his cranky partner, frowning slightly in annoyance, before glancing back at the Horansi. He shrugs, indicating that he understands Sinjon, and apologies if he cannot be in turn understood and says, "Well, who we are all kinda depends on who you're looking for.", in Wookiee.

Yeah, Han's cranky. Deal with it, fuzzball. But he's also silent, and he forks over the credits for his second drink, settling down to nurse his way through it. Over the mug, his expression remains deliberately stony, a facade made not entirely perfect by a tiny hint of bleakness in the hazel gaze.

Fay finishes her drink in a single gulp, making a face as it goes down. She hops down from the barstool and grabs her datapad in one swift motion.

Fay stands up and walks away.

Sinjon_Teague clears his throat before speaking in perfect Basic, "I would be hoping you were Chewbacca, the great hero from the Battle of Endor." He offers a large paw to Chewie.

Fay nods at Crystal, and giving the rest at the bar a final distracted look, she hurries off.

Fay walks out of the cantina.

Many people recognize Chewbacca.... but most associate him with simply being Han's partner and co-pilot. The blue eyes twinkle slightly in mischief and he jabs Han's arm as if to say, _See ... see ... it's not about -you- this time_. The Wookiee can't help it ... usually it is Han that is the draw for every pilot, every Imp, and every woman that travels the universe. Chewbacca whorfles and nods, taking the offered paw and shaking it.

The Horansi is in audible range of Solo, of course, and the Corellian grimaces slightly into his mug. That the other sentient has approached Chewie first is about all that's keeping what passes for his manners in check, but this doesn't stop him from thinking, _Yeah yeah yeah, and I'm Han farkin' Solo, let's hear the sales pitch, pal..._ Never mind that the felinoid has a lightsaber. Doesn't mean he doesn't want something.

Han_Solo only grimaces more darkly at Chewie's nudge, and doesn't look up at his partner.

Sinjon_Teague is jostled about by the large Wookiee, a large toothy grin on his face, showing off the gem inset incisor. "Yes, I have heard about your exploits and your partner Han Solo. Is he around here somewhere?" The Horansi looks about, his eyes settling on the Corellian seated on the other side of Chewbacca. Sinjon stops, a sheepish grin on his face, "Oh! I am sorry I didn't see you with your large companion in the way. Glad to meet you as well..." He removes his paw from the crushing grip of Chewbacca and offers the same paw to Han.

Han does actually look up at _those_ comments, sullen expression cracking slightly for a moment; for that moment, but _only_ for that moment, the man's eyes are perceptibly depressed. Then his lean features turn distant again, and without quite bothering to look up at the Horansi, he sticks out a hand to let it be shaked. "Yeah," he is all he says. Yeah, right, whatever.

Chewbacca smiles encouragingly and says, "Don't mind him ... he just needs to get laid or do a Kessel run.... he mopes if he isn't in the middle of some kind of action.", in Wookiee.

_Get laid._ Han picks those words out of Chewbacca's whorfles, and for another brief instant, his expression cracks. Not quite a wince, but a hint of one. He slugs down another swallow of brandy.

Sinjon_Teague nods at Chewbacca and says, "It's not a problem, I understand that leading the life that you do can be exciting, but it is nice to relax once in a while. I would imagine that things have been rather quite as of the last year. I would seem the Empire has calmed its campaign against the Rebels at least the big campaigns. So what brings you and your laconic friend to KOS?"

"Tourism," Han puts in curtly, but there's something subtly reflexive about the interjection. It's obvious the Corellian's mind is elsewhere.

Chewbacca clearly is not used to anyone actually understanding him, and it's a good thing that the Horansi does, what with Han acting like he's got his head up a Bantha's butt. Nodding, Chewie waves his arms about casually and says, "Not much ... paid off a debt, put in some repairs, got some parts ... just killing time mostly, but we're thinking about heading out soon. As for quiet, well, you'd be surprised.", in Wookiee.

Sinjon_Teague's laugh bursts forth at Han's comment he gives Han a shoulder chuck, saying, "That's a very good reason, some R&R I would imagine from the amount of liquor you are putting into your system." Sinjon turns his attention back to Chewbacca as the Wookiee speaks; he tilts his head listening carefully to his words and replies, "So routine traveling. I don't mean to pry but will you be running into Luke Skywalker anytime soon? He was on Caspar a while back but I was unable to find him. I have read that he is a student of the Force, and I would be interested in meeting with him." Sinjon's eyes take on a hazy quality for a moment as he revels in meeting another student much like himself.

Chewbacca perks up thoughtfully. _Hey ... isn't Leia on the Deliverance ... and last I heard Luke was too.... _ An idea sparks and takes flame. Chewbacca casts a glance to his partner and says, "Oh, well being a Jedi too you -have- to meet Luke ... and in fact, I think he's on the _Deliverance_ ... which if I'm not mistaken is where we're going to see Leia, right Han?", in Wookiee.

Solo looks testily up from his brandy, and growls at the Horansi, "I'm thirsty, pal. So what?" As he speaks, he might, just _might_ seem to realize that snapping is uncalled for, and there's a flicker of apology in his gaze... for an instant. And, as Chewie addresses him, he adds brusquely, "So who says he's a Jedi?"

Chewbacca scowls at his partner and decides that he isn't going to indulge Han in his little self-pity fest, turning his attention back to Sinjon. and says, "Well, he's got a lightsaber.... Do you call yourself a Jedi?", in Wookiee.

Sinjon_Teague intently gazes at Han before saying, "The thirst you have can't be cured with brandy." He turns back to Chewbacca, "Well, I don't know if am what you call a Jedi. The Mashi call one such as myself, a Seeker. I do believe we are similar to the Jedi Knights of old, but I can't produce a clear picture from the texts I have or I have seen. That is part of the reason I wished to speak with Mr. Skywalker, to see if he had any other texts or information that would be helpful to me." He pauses for a moment, catching his breath. Sinjon realizes that he must seem like a blathering chattercat to the famous pair. "

Cocking his head in interest, apparently Chewbacca does not seem to think so, but instead nods his maned head in agreement.

Han_Solo rears back slightly on his stool, looking hard at the Horansi, and with a subtle flavor to his stance that would broadcast only to someone who can read him extremely well -- oh, say, Chewie -- that he's just been sharply rattled.

Chewbacca catches the rattle and thinks to himself _Good.... this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship_ as he glances back over to the Horansi, scanning him thoughtfully. Looking back to Han, Chewbacca takes a sip from his pitcher and says, "Well then, it's settled ... you should come with us to see Luke.... when were you planning on leaving anyway Han?", in Wookiee.

Sinjon_Teague smiles at Chewbacca, "Very well, I can tell you my intentions are good. I am what I say I am and I give you my word on my honor. I can be packed and ready to go within an hour, if that is acceptable?" He looks back at Han, a small enigmatic smile crossing his features, "You wish to know how I knew that?"

_Well, that was a Jedi kinda comment if I ever heard one,_ Han thinks, uneasily -- not only because it reminded him sharply of Luke, but because he doesn't want to consider how close the felinoid just struck home. He covers his discomfort by slamming back the rest of the brandy in his mug, then arranging his features in as casual an expression as possible, and saying airily, "'Sfar as I'm concerned, fuzzball, we can blow this place at any time." He avoids answering the Horansi's last question, getting to his feet and saying instead, "Yeah, okay, Horansi honor. An hour, then. Whatever works."

Chewbacca notes that it was blatantly obvious to him ... but then again, he's known Han for a long long time. There is something, however, that he doesn't know. He smiles toothily at the Horansi, nodding and says, "There's just one more thing that we don't know ... your name.", in Wookiee.

Sinjon_Teague blinks for a moment, then he blinks again, "You are right! How rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Sinjon, Sinjon Teague." How bows low to the pair. "I apologize, I usually never am that rude. I guess I was just overcome to stumble upon such famous personages as yourselves."

Chewbacca barely suppresses a sputter of the ale he's just swallowed, but some how manages to nod somberly and rowl in understanding and forgiveness. The twinkle in his blue eyes is the only tip off to his actual amusement as he glances over toward his _famous_ partner.

Han tries to be gracious, really he does, but he can't quite bring himself to look at this Horansi stranger, nor can he quite fight down a brief moment of _Famous. Yeah. Right. So?_ The thought that he can't quite figure out why being flattered is bothering him disturbs him even as it flits across his brain, and with a rough sidelong glance at Teague, he says gruffly, "One hour, then. Chewie, you comin'?"

As the pair head for the doors of the bar, Sinjon quickly follows after them saying, "Wait! Wait! I forgot..I need to clear up something before I can leave. Can you wait to leave until tomorrow? If it's not possible, I understand. I don't want to keep you from your business."

Having followed Han to the door after finishing his pitcher, Chewie looks back and yowls affirmatively with a noncommittal shrug before glancing over at his partner.

Solo's moving without looking to see if Chewbacca is following; perhaps he's grumpy at the Wookiee.... or perhaps, at least deep down, he trusts the big sentient to be there without his needing to look. But the Corellian glances in the Horansi's direction, frowns sullenly; after a moment he just nods and says shortly, "Tomorrow. Yeah." _Right. Whatever..._ And the Corellian is gone, stride swift and sure, never mind two mugs of brandy in his system.

Han_Solo walks out of the cantina.

Chewbacca walks out of the cantina.

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