Zeylud raised a brow as he looked over the wookie's shoulder before stepped up to the console and adjusted the algorithm a tiny bit. He scratched his chin as he waited for the computer to do it's job.
He lightly taps the comms with his tail as he starts to read and sift through the information. "I think we got a lead, he's scheduled to attend an event with an Imperial Senator in three days. We can make it but it'll be a close timeline."
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Zeylud raised a brow as he looked over the wookie's shoulder before stepped up to the console and adjusted the algorithm a tiny bit. He scratched his chin as he waited for the computer to do it's job.
He lightly taps the comms with his tail as he starts to read and sift through the information. "I think we got a lead, he's scheduled to attend an event with an Imperial Senator in three days. We can make it but it'll be a close timeline."
"I told you computers weren't my thing. I will see if I can coax a little more speed from the engines."
Zeylud and Kutishek determine that not only will said Imperial Senator be there, but the region's Moff as well. This means the Imperial presence will be rather large. As you are reading the details, a tiny screen opens up and then closes immediately. Someone is tracking your searches...
"Good job you two. I knew you had it in you. Now the question is: do we have to make it there before this event or just wait until he's had his little meeting and wait for Imps to leave before rolling in and saying 'Hello'." Well, I hope they leave ...
Before wanting to push up the schedule, Nebten will wait for the party's input.
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Zeylud and Kutishek determine that not only will said Imperial Senator be there, but the region's Moff as well. This means the Imperial presence will be rather large. As you are reading the details, a tiny screen opens up and then closes immediately. Someone is tracking your searches...
Kutishek doesn't want to risk astronavigation.
Zeylud tilts his head as he stares at the console "Hmm, someone caught on to our searching...It might be a good idea to push it a bit so that whoever tapped in won't be sitting and waiting for us. But that would just be my thoughts." he said as he began to play with the computer a bit to try and figure out if he could find out what else the y may have clued in on or to confuse them.
"Pushing Moll any more might not be a good idea. After all we just met and this is our first date. No need to get frisky. I'm a gentleman after all.
"I'm not too worried about somebody tracking our search. We are just interested citizens wanting to know where a senator will be this week."
Nebten readies the ship for a hyperspace jump to Chandrila and engages. As the spacelines begin to emerge, music begins to pump through the comm system.
"OK folks. This one is a classic from the pre-Clone Wars era."
As the ship enters hyperspace, ancient music blaring over the comms, every once in a while, you hear a clang, or a scrape of metal on metal, or a buzz or crackle of electricity, but as soon as you hear it, it goes away. Other than the occasional shudder, which is definitely cause by hyperspacial waveforms and NOT the ship as you keep trying to tell yourself, the flight is relatively smooth.
Becoming familiar with the ship's layout and relaxing in one's quarters can help pass the time only so much. And it will be some time before they reach their destination, especially considering that pushing this particular ship to get there faster may cause it to stop altogether. 'I may as well get to know my new friends a little better, I suppose,' he concludes as he moves about, looking for the pilot and finding him in his usual spot.
"So," he calls out to Nebten, or Neb as he said he liked to be called, "what made you take our... benefactor up on his offer when you got those tickets? Curiosity? Lack of credits? Plain old boredom?"
"Definitely lack of credits. Plus an ex-husband. Not my ex-husband, mind you. This girl I was seeing on the side. He found us one time messing around. Then started to blast at us while spouting 'I have the death sentence on twelve systems.' I got off one shot. I thought it hit his face, but he kept coming at me like an enraged nerf. I was able to escape will little more then my blaster and boxers. Do you know how hard it is to find an clothing store in the middle of the night?
"So I decided to find one of those systems to hide out & make some cred. Actually now that I think about it, I don't believe Zynep ever said 'ex' when talking about him.
"How about you Caleb? You appear to be a man of simple means."
Nebten also extends his invitation to conversation to anybody else in ear shot.
"Definitely lack of credits. Plus an ex-husband. Not my ex-husband, mind you. This girl I was seeing on the side. He found us one time messing around. Then started to blast at us while spouting 'I have the death sentence on twelve systems.' I got off one shot. I thought it hit his face, but he kept coming at me like an enraged nerf. I was able to escape will little more then my blaster and boxers. Do you know how hard it is to find an clothing store in the middle of the night?
"So I decided to find one of those systems to hide out & make some cred. Actually now that I think about it, I don't believe Zynep ever said 'ex' when talking about him.
"How about you Caleb? You appear to be a man of simple means."
"Only twelve systems, heh, rookie."
The other Wookiee laughed too
"Twelve? Kutushek? How many systems or worlds does the empire control? "
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"Not much to tell really," Caleb says with a shrug of nonchalance. "I do move around a bit, but not because I am wanted in any systems like your... ex-husband. Simple restlessness, I suppose. Other than that, I have worked my number of jobs, but nothing fancy really. Probably the most interesting of those would be acting as a guard or a bodyguard on occasion, though I do avoid the seedier job propositions."
"Truth be told, I am not exactly sure how our current employer found me. Perhaps a reference from someone I worked for at one time or another?"
The other Wookiee laughed too
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Kutishek shrugs, "It probably took him more than twelve tries too. It is amazing how the amateurs brag. Professionals don't need to tell you how dangerous they are."
"Not that we try to make ourselves known. We do try to fight smart. Not taking on a whole garrison by ourselves... or bragging about our accomplishments where an entire cantina could be listening in"
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"Not that we try to make ourselves known. We do try to fight smart. Not taking on a whole garrison by ourselves... or bragging about our accomplishments where an entire cantina could be listening in"
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"How many times have I told you it wasn't my fault. It was my first time off world and I was in a slave ship. That backhand wouldn't have killed him if that console hadn't been between his head and the deck."
Nebten snickers to himself at Kutishek's last remark.
"I can see how a Wookiee can blend in among the Outer Rim. Especially two Wookiees working in tandem.
"But I have to agree with you about the console incident. There was no way to have foreseen his death."
Nebten snickers to himself at Kutishek's last remark.
"I can see how a Wookiee can blend in among the Outer Rim. Especially two Wookiees working in tandem.
"But I have to agree with you about the console incident. There was no way to have foreseen his death."
"See I am not the only one with that opinion, and it probably wouldn't have been as big a deal if he wasn't an officer or ship captain or something. How was I supposed to know that, imperial rank insignia is confusing and there wasn't a briefing or handout or anything. Plus he was going to kill the those children."
"I am not blaming you for killing him. But the noise and the backlash... well. I wasnt planning on running so much that day"
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After a few days of getting to know each other, you arrive at Chandrila, in the Bormea sector. It isn't long before you spot two Star Destroyers orbiting the planet, along with hundreds of other ships of varying purpose, military to civilian. This is a busy place lately. The Message to Spacers is simple. "Welcome to Chandrila, governed by Imperial Governor Grandon Holleck. Current wait time to land at Hanna Spaceport, 30 minutes. Please be aware that the due to the increase in government traffic, these times may vary. Standby for coordinates."
"I hardly doubt the Imperial knew there were children involved. They never get close enough when they bomb from the stratosphere."
Nebten acknowledges the greeting and awaits coordinates to land.
"leave the visible weapons behind, we probably don't want unnecessary attention."
"Well, I only have my pistol, which is pretty visible," Caleb remarks as he moves to remove both the gun and the holster. "At least I do not have too many weapons to get rid of, I suppose. If trouble finds us or we find it, I guess my fists will have to do."
"I have my spear, and my bow caster. But as you say Caleb, when push come to shove... I can shove pretty hard"
"Hopefully, we won't need them. Afterall, we are just stopping in to say Hi."
Nebten leaves his blaster and lands when instructed to do so.
You land at Docking Bay 227 Gamma inside Hanna Spaceport. You notice that the ships in your assigned area have a similar look as yours, run down, damaged and definitely not stock. It's almost as if they are trying to keep you separated from something. Once you complete docking procedures, a sky blue protocol droid approaches your landing ramp.
"Greetings and Welcome to Chandrila! I am HH-7D, your personal guide and ship dock facilitator! While here on our lovely planet, please observe the strict no weapons policy. The Empire thanks you for your sincere cooperation. Now, may we discuss docking fees?"
As if to emphasize the bit about rules-following, you notice from your view in the cockpit that a squad of stromtroopers has taken up post near your docking bay entrance.
"Well... this is inconvenient... We best not show ourselves... wait for you here? " he says as he decides not to exit the ship
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"Well... this is inconvenient... We best not show ourselves... wait for you here? " he says as he decides not to exit the ship
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"Agreed, I would rather not see if the Empire remembers us."
Zeylud had spent the time better situating the medbay and the communications center. After he had done that he began a full work up on the crew to get to know them and their medical past as best he could as he knew that they would be his customers for the days to come.
He chuckled at the others when they were worried about the no guns portion. He smiled "It is good then that you have a few wookies with you and a selonian for that matter. I assume that my medical credentials will get me around for the time being. I don't suppose you would be ok with being my orderlies, yes?[/b]" he asked the two wookies in curiosity.
While the Empire may be heavy in the area, his medical credentials should at least protect him from any unwanted attention and trouble till perhaps after their first real problem with the Imperials.
"Hey there Seventy. Can you answer me a few questions. What is the population make up of Chandrila? And what major events are occurring this week?"
"I guess if we are orderlies... we best not give away who we really are. You humans always say we look alike. But with this fur. I will stand out quite a bit though"
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The droid stands proud, as if excited he was needed and not just an annoyance. "The current standard population of Chandrila is approximately 1.2 billion sentient beings, though it varies each day with commercial traffic. This week marks the celebration of the assignment of Grandon Holleck as Imperial Governor of Chandrila. A large gala, invite only of course, is to be held at Gerren Jalma's estate, 5 kilometers outside of Hanna in the Elysian Fields Manor Sector. Also, this is Mercantile Week! All goods are on sale at reasonable markdowns. Most everything is 10 percent off!"
"You guys really think highly of yourselves. Act causal and we should be fine. This gala maybe a way in. Or we can go with some kind of medical angle.
"If you two are really worried, I'm sure we can find some oversized cloaked robes for you."
"Seventy, tell me about the Gerren estate."
"Well if we are going to do this, lets do it. no sense in dragging things on. But perhaps until we are sure that there are no issues, someone should man the ship's weapons? They can be very useful in fights such as this."
"I think that would be a horrible idea. Last thing we want to be doing is getting into a firefight on the ground, then taking to the sky with ISDs in orbit. Hold on, I think I saw some robes in the storage area."
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"I don't want there to be a firefight,just to stack the odds if one occurs."
Nebten finds some usable leather tarps in the cargo bay of the ship and is able to fashion coverings for the two Wookiees.
7D looks at you for a moment, almost as if he were appalled that you wouldn't know anything of Gerren Jalma's estate. If that were possible for a droid. "Of course! Master Jalma's estate sprawls 5 kilometers in all directions and is only one of many estates he keeps in the Core Worlds. Chandrila being his home, this estate is the largest. It is more than adequate to hold all the visitors, even yourselves. I can upload a public map for your viewing leisure to your datapads, if you like."
"By all means," Caleb answers the droid. "That would certainly come in handy, yes. Thank you." Despite the being's artificial nature, he is polite, affording 7D the same courtesy as if he were conversing with any other sentient.
Kutishek stays in the background while the human speaks to the droid.
Tarkazza sticks with his cousin. It would be bad if they both got seperated
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At once the droid sends you the public area map of the Jalma estate.
As you pass the stormtroopers, they seem to eye you warily, but do nothing to stop you as the droid nods at them when you go by. A repulsor taxi is waiting outside the docking area. "Ah, it seems you have already made arrangements. I will accompany you to the estate, but then I must see to my duties regarding your ship."
The drive to the estate isn't long, but you can tell by the way the droid driver is going, this isn't a main thoroughfare. You are taken to a back area, close enough to see the manor on top of a hill, but far enough away to not be noticed by the Imperial garrison that has been temporarily setup here. The driver lets you out here. A durasteel crate is sitting on top of a rock nearby.
"I guess we did make arrangements..." Nebten says in surprise as they are whisked away from the starport.
Realizing they took an alternative route, Nebten surmises that his benefactor may have had his hand in the resent trip. Seeing a lone crate upon a rock nearby, it just screams to be opened. Nebten walks over to the crate and obliges its demands.
Kutishek will stay several meters away until Nebten confirms that the box isn't trapped or rigged to blow up. I didn't live this long by being the one to open random crates.
Tarkazza does move toward Nebten. Just in case he needs a few strong furry hands and claws
"Here if you need help with the grate"
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Nebten bravely opens the crate and find that inside are sets of uniforms. They appear to be servant livery. There is also a holodisc that contains a message. Upon touching it, an image of your patron appears.
"I knew it wouldn't be too difficult for you to find me. I left enough clues. The more difficult part comes next. I want you to kidnap me. I know what you're probably thinking and you're right. It's as crazy as it sounds. I'll explain more once we're space borne, but suffice to say with this new Imperial governor, my company and my status are in jeopardy. While I have many friends, I have even more enemies and this governor has called in a lot of favors. Your job is to make it look as real as you can. Inside you will find servant uniforms and stun blasters. Just in case anyone gets caught in the cross fire. The trail you will take to my manor will be the best trail to escape. I will make sure transport is waiting when we arrive. Good luck and may the Force be with you. "
"We get to smash a few imps? This sounds like a very good plan. I'll use the blasters on civs... but imp troops? Not a chance" the large woolie creature grins broadly
"Finally get to have some fun"
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Caleb gives the hologram and then the others an incredulous look. "Kidnap him? Really?"