"AH!" Vren exclaims with a jump when the Cathar speaks. It takes a couple moments before the Duros responds. "Oh, uhh....yes. I...uh...just was remembering something. Sorry."
"Memories are a good thing," says Elashi the Cathar. "Thank goodness you took Lionel's offer."
Vren nods, "Yes, I'm very hopeful." The Duros turns his bulbous head to face the inside of the vessel and then turns back to Elashi. "Umm..are you going to be following me around as I check things out?" Vren asks. He then quickly follows it up with, "Oh..uh..not that that is a problem or anything. I mean...if you want to...I mean,...you don't know me so that makes sense.."
A tired looking reddish brown haired Cathar comes out from the marketplace and makes his way towards the ship.
I got to come across well enough that they might take me on. I am getting station fever, and want to feel a ship around me again.
He continues to walk toward the newly landed ship as he watches people disembark from it.
Vren nods, "Yes, I'm very hopeful." The Duros turns his bulbous head to face the inside of the vessel and then turns back to Elashi. "Umm..are you going to be following me around as I check things out?" Vren asks. He then quickly follows it up with, "Oh..uh..not that that is a problem or anything. I mean...if you want to...I mean,...you don't know me so that makes sense.."
"No, I'm not."
Sulvar straightens up as he walks towards the ship, dragging repulsors carrying a fair amount of gear.
Well, in for a credit, in for a roll.
He clears his throat as he approaches the Cathar at the airlock.
Excuse me, but are you looking for Crew. I can do most positions on a ship from engineer, to pilot.
Elashi turns to Sulvar, "Can you communicate with computers?"
"I'll..uh..get to work then," Vren says awkwardly as he adjusts his backpack. He then heads inside the ship, making a beeline for the engine room of the freighter.
"I'll..uh..get to work then," Vren says awkwardly as he adjusts his backpack. He then heads inside the ship, making a beeline for the engine room of the freighter.
Lionel Sona had to check other things on Bespin.
"Let's get to your ship, plenty of time to catch up" she dusts herself off and meanders to the indicated vessel
"Yes!" - Marz agrees - "I already went through the Jedi archives, as I said. There are many other Force traditions... For instance, I thought about seeking the Baran Do sages that raised me. Maybe they'd have some clues, despite everything that happened with Dorin."
She pauses briefly.
"We could also consider seeking... The Sith archives, if they actually exist anywhere. However, not only it feels like an errand's fool on the danger alone, they have their own mythic elusive planets, like Dromund Kaas, to be concerned with. But if everything else fails to prove fruitful..."
She finally signs to HT88 that they're leaving. The droid rolls its eyes, then goes back to follow the force users back to the ship.
Sulvar answers Yes, I can understand binary, got a couple of books on how to understand the wookie race as well.
Lional Sona enters the catina on his side of the ship. "I'm looking to resupply my ship," he says.
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Elashi speaks to Sulvar, "Great, then we have to wait when my captain returns. I'm sure he could hire you on as a crew member."
Vren gets to work looking over everything in the engine room. He does not touch anything initially, his first sweep is for identification.
Vren gets to work looking over everything in the engine room. He does not touch anything initially, his first sweep is for identification.
The ship has a .75 rated Hyperdrive.
"Ooh!" he mumbles to himself. "That's a nice hyperdrive!"
He then moves to the cockpit and investigates there.
The navi-computer could use some maintenance.
Vren contentedly begins working on the navi-computer.
Been working on getting the Mandalorian to join the crew too.
Lional Sona enters the catina on his side of the ship. "I'm looking to resupply my ship," he says.
Having just re-entered the cantina, Bes'rk turns his head to look at the man and says "With what? Zeltronian Spiced Wine? This isn't exactly a warehouse."
"... and yet it's funny what we find and where we find it, even odds and ends which are Zeltronian."
Hard to notice casually, but the young man could in fact be part Zeltronian, he turns to the Captain, "Captain, well met, I do hope you buy some spiced wine. Might you have space aboard your vessel for two passangers?"
The boy then addresses the codru-ji directly, extending his arms, his palms facing upward. The bracers revealed on both of his forearms displayed ornate engravings, yet the Mandolorian noticed instantly: these bracers were constructed of phrik. He didn't understand the writing, he couldn't interpret the images, but he knew what it would take to craft them. The boy spoke.
"Briik'se gar t'ad, ner ad'ika gar ner riduur. Ibac ad'ika ni cuyan; t'ad'ike ni cuyan te jate'kara. Haalasir ner?
As Marz gets to the ship, she nods towards the captain and his second in command.
"This is our captain, Sona." - she smiles underneath all the mask and cloth - "... And that's Elashi."
She switched towards Ni't.
"Gentlemen, this is my friend, Ni't. She will be accompanying us to our next destination." - she completes, introducing people, and then looking towards Vren and Sulvar - "Now... You two, I don't know."
She approaches the Duros and the Cathar, briefly doing a quick bow. HT88 walks behind her with a somewhat paternal-threatening attitude.
"Nice to meet you both. You can call me Marz, and this is HT88." - she finally stops, waiting with curiosity towards Sona to clarify who are the new crew members. Her tone is serene and unworried.
"... and yet it's funny what we find and where we find it, even odds and ends which are Zeltronian."
Hard to notice casually, but the young man could in fact be part Zeltronian, he turns to the Captain, "Captain, well met, I do hope you buy some spiced wine. Might you have space aboard your vessel for two passangers?"
The boy then addresses the codru-ji directly, extending his arms, his palms facing upward. The bracers revealed on both of his forearms displayed ornate engravings, yet the Mandolorian noticed instantly: these bracers were constructed of phrik. He didn't understand the writing, he couldn't interpret the images, but he knew what it would take to craft them. The boy spoke.
"Briik'se gar t'ad, ner ad'ika gar ner riduur. Ibac ad'ika ni cuyan; t'ad'ike ni cuyan te jate'kara. Haalasir ner?
The reddish skinned Twi'lek gives a rather informal wave at all who has gathered at this point
"Hi. Nice to meet friends and soon to be friends. Seems this little voyage is not as little as I would have thought"
Her dress is comfortable, but also for warm to very hot climates. Light fabric, certain areas almost see-through. Robust and one can see that her wear has seen or experienced a lot of sun.
Sulvar looks at the groups of people coming and looks at Elashi.
Are any of these people the captain?
He keeps glancing at his gear, and the incoming people.
Sulvar looks at the groups of people coming and looks at Elashi.
Are any of these people the captain?He keeps glancing at his gear, and the incoming people.
"No," Elashi states.
"... and yet it's funny what we find and where we find it, even odds and ends which are Zeltronian."
Hard to notice casually, but the young man could in fact be part Zeltronian, he turns to the Captain, "Captain, well met, I do hope you buy some spiced wine. Might you have space aboard your vessel for two passangers?"
The boy then addresses the codru-ji directly, extending his arms, his palms facing upward. The bracers revealed on both of his forearms displayed ornate engravings, yet the Mandolorian noticed instantly: these bracers were constructed of phrik. He didn't understand the writing, he couldn't interpret the images, but he knew what it would take to craft them. The boy spoke.
"Briik'se gar t'ad, ner ad'ika gar ner riduur. Ibac ad'ika ni cuyan; t'ad'ike ni cuyan te jate'kara. Haalasir ner?
Bes'rk slowly nods at the boy, not having expect to encounter anyone here fluent in his people's tongue. Nor one so young, and unarmored. "Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la*, as they say." Turning to the captain, he says "Have need of a few more guns while you're stocking up?" he asks, two of his hands going unconsciously to his blaster carbines.
Bes'rk slowly nods at the boy, not having expect to encounter anyone here fluent in his people's tongue. Nor one so young, and unarmored. "Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la*, as they say." Turning to the captain, he says "Have need of a few more guns while you're stocking up?" he asks, two of his hands going unconsciously to his blaster carbines.** spoiler omitted **"... and yet it's funny what we find and where we find it, even odds and ends which are Zeltronian."
Hard to notice casually, but the young man could in fact be part Zeltronian, he turns to the Captain, "Captain, well met, I do hope you buy some spiced wine. Might you have space aboard your vessel for two passangers?"
The boy then addresses the codru-ji directly, extending his arms, his palms facing upward. The bracers revealed on both of his forearms displayed ornate engravings, yet the Mandolorian noticed instantly: these bracers were constructed of phrik. He didn't understand the writing, he couldn't interpret the images, but he knew what it would take to craft them. The boy spoke.
"Briik'se gar t'ad, ner ad'ika gar ner riduur. Ibac ad'ika ni cuyan; t'ad'ike ni cuyan te jate'kara. Haalasir ner?
The DH-17s holstered at the hip of the young noble were in pristine condition; if they'd been fired, ever, it would be hard to tell. On close inspection ... it would still be very hard to tell.
"I have my guns, my hands, and my name to bring with me, the best of those possibly being my name. I would travel with you if you'd have me, and I'll pay my passage if I can't help out."
Turning to the captain, he says "Have need of a few more guns while you're stocking up?" he asks, two of his hands going unconsciously to his blaster carbines.
"We might."
Marz looks over the ship's computer. She sees Vren working Sulver joining them. She is currently wearing her mask.
I figured you would wait on board. I guess I made a mistake.
Either way, I will have my gear locked down so it cannot be run off with ease.
Sulvar pads over to Marz and Vren at the computer console.
Can I be of assistance ?
"Ah!" Vren exclaims in surprise at the Cathar. It is now clear that he was completely absorbed in his work on the nav system. "Oh, uhh...hi," he stumbles out as he regains his composure. He then turns his portable computer screen to face Sulvar as wires dangle. "Are you familiar with the basic navi OS?"
Familiar enough to use it reasonably well, but not completely my ball of string. I can probably help, but don't ask me to lead on it.
"I'm usually just a passenger so any help I would be is to ask questions with zero understanding and incorrect use of the required lexicon" the red Twi'lek shrugs
"Oh," Vren responds a little disappointed, "I was talking about the kernel. That's fine. I'm just doing some routine maintenance. Ya'know, correcting outdated cache," he says as if the terminology he's using is commonly known. It definitely does seem that he sincerely is unaware that his word choice is well known. The Duros shrugs, "No help is really necessary, honestly. It is just a process that I wrote a program to do. It's running in the background as explore the kernel."
Those that know a decent amount about computers would know that such maintenance normally requires manual work as a program to do it would have to be very complex. It would have to have up-to-date data sets and compare those data sets with each of the references to those in the ship's navi system. And, routes computed for travel are saved in the cache to expedite future travel if the route is traveled again. Such cache is often simply cleared because once a cache becomes 'outdated' it is essentially useless. It is weird then that Vren said 'correct' instead of 'clear'.
Lionel was still negotiating with the port authority. "Yes, I'd like to buy some wine for my new friends here," he pointed to Amidala and Skirata. "Just enough to get us to the other system."
"That will cost three hundred credits," says the representative.
Lionel said, "Done. Three hundred credits."
Lionel was still negotiating with the port authority. "Yes, I'd like to buy some wine for my new friends here," he pointed to Amidala and Skirata. "Just enough to get us to the other system."
"That will cost three hundred credits," says the representative.
Lionel said, "Done. Three hundred credits."
"Here's the thing, and this is meant to be a gigantic compliment, because for sure you do not have the look about you, but wow, you have GOT to have attended finishing school on Naboo or something. Wow!"
The young man is literally shaking his head from side to side
"That was absolutely the most backhanded acceptance I have ever received in my not that long life, and while I feel like I have done my time, especially on Naboo, that was really something. My thanks ... our thanks actually." He gestures towards the Mandolorian.
Lionel was still negotiating with the port authority. "Yes, I'd like to buy some wine for my new friends here," he pointed to Amidala and Skirata. "Just enough to get us to the other system."
"That will cost three hundred credits," says the representative.
Lionel said, "Done. Three hundred credits."
"Here's the thing, and this is meant to be a gigantic compliment, because for sure you do not have the look about you, but wow, you have GOT to have attended finishing school on Naboo or something. Wow!"
The young man is literally shaking his head from side to side
"That was absolutely the most backhanded acceptance I have ever received in my not that long life, and while I feel like I have done my time, especially on Naboo, that was really something. My thanks ... our thanks actually." He gestures towards the Mandolorian.
"You're welcome," said Lionel, "No, I'm not of Naboo, I'm of Corellia."
Sulvar extends a hand
Sulvar here, and you are ?
Vren wipes off a slightly greasy hand and completes the shake, "Vren. I'm a tech expert. "
"This does seem like quite the rag tag group" she comments from where she's observing the going ons
A goofy smile (which is probably more goofy on the face of a Duros) splays across Vren's face right before he adds, "I'm a tech-spert.." Clearly he thinks that is hilarious.
"Thats good to know, my skills arent as broad as yours" the twi'lek shrugs
Well, I guess I might be supporting you then. I can fix things, navigate, fly, and work on the computers. But like any jack of all trades, I suffer, in not being as good as specialists
He pauses
So what do you need a hand with
Vren looks at the two with disappointment. "Uh..nothing really," he says dejectedly. "I already checked the engine room and it is all good. I checked the computer system and it just needed some maintenance."
Well, I spent the majority of my time here in the back of beyond. Just keeping ships running on mostly short haul routes. I just heard rumours that this ship were bound for long trips, and decided to throw my hand in.