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Laaca chews this over for a moment, her expression reflexively schooled to neutrality while she does so. If that's what they've got, that's what they've got. No help for it, except to hope that one of her new teammates was adept at gathering such information. The duros nods briskly to acknowledge Quel'jang's dismissal, and turns to follow Crys a step or so behind.
Laaca gives Crys a newly appraising look. So this was their junior-officer-equivalent. Lucky him, he'll get to buffer abrasive people above and below. The duros doesn't except herself from that evaluation, nor does she spare Quel'jang, who she knew from experience could be quite a martinet when it suited him. No matter - someone needed to do the job, and she'd give Crys a chance to do it well. This time, it sounded like the mission might involve a certain amount of skillfully-arranged explosions. If she was lucky, it would be more than enough compensation for Varkon being granted the shuttle this time around. And she would have to find out what sort of "particular skills" Karliri brought to the group. Laaca asks of the senior Jedi, "Can you be more precise about these 'omens'?" Vague intelligence, vague instructions to match. At least she'd seen the Gaspori system on a map.
Knowledge(Galactic Lore): Why would anyone go to Gaspori, and why might the Sith care about it? The dice say: Edit: Fixed syntax.
Laaca watches Karliri's retreating back, blinking in mild confusion as the deeply-ingrained stationside norms of her youth protest that footraces in the common corridors are Just Not Done. Let her go, she'll find out. Or maybe the Jedi will be too polite to say anything. Their problem. The duros responds with a look of equal mischief and places a turquoise-skinned hand on Varkon's forearm, "Yes, let's." So far as she could tell, 'all due haste' translated into Service-slang as something like 'efficiently', but didn't shade towards 'at your leisure'. After all, she'd never seen a Jedi run for anything but exercise or a real emergency.
"Making friends or giving a lecture, Laaca?" The duros leans forwards a bit to see Varkon past the human, "Yes," she replies, with a hint of mischief. Her answer would equally have served the two random strangers, but they might not get it. Looking back and forth between the human male and female, she points out amusedly, "You've heard my name, so maybe we should make an introduction out of it. I'm Laaca, this is Varkon, and you two are..?"
"Seeking something in particular, Traveler?" His voice is low, the tone polite, but curious. "Crystal-moth nebula," the duros replies, sparing the human a glance. "Pretty young as nebulae go; just old enough that its parent star has turned cinder and doesn't light it up very well. Not quite old enough for many new stars to have condensed out of the dust." She waves her half-full mug vaguely towards the floor, "Galactic north is that way, and the Core is behind me at the moment." Her empty right hand indicates a more dense area of the starfield, towards the upper right of the transparent bulkhead's view, "And that's the Ssesh Cluster. So the nebula ought to be in here somewhere," she indicates an area directly below it with a flat-palmed wave. "See anything?"
A female duro (her gender distinguishable to non-duro eyes by a lighter browridge and more pronounced cheekbones) leans against the serving counter and sips from her mug of khaf. She's looking out the transparent duraplast bulkhead, opposite the bar, apparently giving no heed to the other patrons. The view has got to be the only plus to working in a place like this, she thinks, But it would make up for a lot. Someone must have agreed, for the interior lighting is dim, so that no stray lights distract from the timeless tableau outside. Outside. The stars are steady chips of fire, most with only the faintest off-white hints of color. The view changes slowly over time, as Pillar Station matches Pinnacle's roughly week-long "day". Too bad they don't do fireworks here. There's no primary star to outshine the display.. it could be spectacular. Ah well, the crystal-moth nebula should be within the field of view today, if that cluster of stars was what she thought it was. Crystal-moth was a dim one, hard to catch - might she spot it with the naked eye?
And here's the OOC/discussion/banter/etc thread for the Shadows of the Force game. Players are encouraged to chatter. Kibitzers welcome. *scatters Kibitzes for the pigeons* |
