"It's the same guy who talked to me.  He gave me instructions to make contact.  But we don't have very long. And it's not here, we have to go there.  We need to make sure there's no tracker on this thing and get going to meet the others.  Unless fiarr has something better.  Can we contact her or did she say when she would be back?"

"I have no idea where Fiarr is. Has anyone tried contacting her lately?"

If not he'll try to comm or message her. Then he turns back to Sheila.

"I'm sure Mika has already checked the ship for trackers but we can check again. Now could you explain yourself? You disappear after we hear gunshots. Then you come telling us we have to rush off planet to meet a guy who is on planet. Someone you just talked to, so why the hurry to talk again?  Am I the only one confused here?"

Catch closed down its hologram projection of the visitor and added a questioning tone to its melodic whistling.

[Language unknown: "Wang:  eveyinone ta m et ughsheset ame m ch?  Nd ngicee an ticurewasalleraund rickth ssisrofi thowh lat el nceiouort ie k sanastven k verthoyin, ndhi T conno ic erisna hasainour osfiesitun i mass p ekeilaive."]
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In reply to R2-B7 'Catch' (msg # 414):

"What did Catch say?"  and "that guy had me picked up,  He thinks he knows where the Commander and Zyra are.  Someone set off the locals with the questions and we got made, real quick.  They took me somewhere, stunned me first, then that guy talked to me. ok, he initially wanted to know who we worked for, was concerned that we might be imperial.   He says he was at this meeting where they are trying to get the various antifactions together. He and the main leaders were rescued, but the rest, probably including ours, are still either captured or dead.  I have a beacon."  She pulled it out of her pocket and handed it to Mika. "that will let us meet them in five days if we want to join in the rescue attempt, hoping to rescue who can be . We have five days. It's up to Devon if he wants to do this.  I don't think he's imperial, we aren't important enough, if he'd been imperial, they simply would have taken the ship etc."

Mika sighs.  "Catch is trying to understand how the pieces fit together.  And he's right, so's Heigrin, it doesn't make any sort of sense.  The same guy's here and hassling you, he's demanding trust and giving none of it, he's trying to get us all flustered by running hither and yon without taking two seconds to think it through.

Oh, and I did a look for trackers, but don't put too much into that.  I don't have any serious scanning equipment and I didn't bother with anything on the hull.

The whole thing....  Seems pretty fishy to me, gut feeling is the guy was on the level but that doesn't make me want to dance to his, or maybe their, tune.  I'm not that good a dancer."

"When do we need to meet Devon? THere's 5 days on this, the meeting is on Mantooine at a specific hour.  So there is some time anyway."

While Sheila continued to dole out her information in small dribbles to Mika, Catch and Hegiren, Devon had been busily examining the Imperial customs zones. He quickly realised he could make a small jump that would keep him outside the zones that necessitated any form of scan or search but close enough for essentially instantaneous audio comms with the team on the planet.  It certainly was worth waiting hours for responses so Devon fired up the navicomp, programmed the coordinates and made the jump.


OOC:  Devon, you're team is now close enough to the planet to open real-time (unsecured) comms with Mika and co.

When Devon brought the ship out of hyperspace, Kyvarr activated the ship's comm and called the other ship.

"Lunar Flare this is Nebula Drifter.  We are just outside the system.  Are you receiving?"

Hearing the comms system chirping with an incoming message, Mika heads back to the cockpit.

"Nebula Drifter, this is Lunar Flare, we're hanging on your every word.  Glad to hear you're in this part of space."

"Good to hear your voice Kimi.  Our trip was eventful but we found no useful information.  The boss is hoping you guys had more luck.  What do you have to report?"

Keen to know how their friends had fared in the meanwhile, Dohr stayed at the cockpit with Devon and Kyvarr for the remainder of the jump. As soon as they returned to realspace, the Cathar sent out a message to the others. A couple of heartbeats later they heard Mika's reply and the Doc felt a surprising wave of relief run through his body. Having known the Talons for only a few weeks so far, he hadn't expeceted to have such a connection with any of them yet. Nodding to himself and the message aprovingly, Dohr knew he could call these guys friends.

Heigren waited for Mika to speak again or perhaps for Sheila to share her story.  When neither spoke up, he decided to speak.

"I managed to make contact with a local group in a similar business to us.  They have seen nothing of that business deal we were looking for.  Get the feeling it didn't come here.  Janine seems to have a lot more to say.  Seems she's met an independant, or something.  She hasn't really explained it to us yet.  Perhaps she's prefer to tell the boss directly."

He looked at Sheila to see if she'd like to take the comm.

Leaning back in the pilots seat, Devon came into view over Kyvarrs shoulder and peered expectantly at the comm panel.

'You've made contact with some local traders who might work with us on future contracts?  good work!  So what's this about an independent?   we talking a solo freelance merchant, or what?'

Mika mutes the comms briefly.  She didn't like Devon's questions over unencrypted communications.  To Heigrin and Sheila, she reminders, "Comms are in the open."

Unmuting the comms, she continues, "Yeah boss, maybe something like that, not real sure.  So, we're about ready to get some space under us again, where do you guys want to hook up?"

Muting the comms again, she looks at Catch, "Go ahead with plotting a course to Mantooine and let me know how long it'll take."

"we might be able to be part of a caravan, sir."  Best she could say till they meet up.

Heigren gave Mika a brief look of confusion.  Of course the comms were unsecure, why else was he speaking in double-talk?  He tried to think over what he said.

When the comms were muted the second time, he spoke to Mika and Sheila.  "If the boss is just outside the system then why don't we just meet up with them there?  Surely it would only take a few hours to regroup at the most?  Why waste time in hyperspace when we don't even have a real plan?  The boss might not go for Sheila's 'business deal'"

Warbling cheerfully, Catch plugged into a SCOMP socket and set to work.  it didn't take the droid long to come up with an answer - but what would one expect from a droid designed to assist pilots?

[Language unknown: E ome dinoolloie sspeme yinwit-eraard virshelar i ulio ck Llwiroad a pl nengen iofitiiv tinconver itto arta ch ieing ee.  At prcack noti resul diame it thaderera en ecmefi manthuure ur thueveonenot riofss.]

Devon shrugged.  "If you guys are all finished up down there and have no reason to stay put, then you may as well come to us."

Glancing down at the navi-comp screen, Devon read off a string of co-ordinates, then finished by saying:
"I'm interested to hear about the new contacts you've made - maybe we can get this business deal on its feet and start making some inroads into our opponents monopoly."

Heigren looked to Sheila and Mika expectantly, waiting for one of them to answer Devon.  He'd already made his report.

Yes, sir. We'll get underway as soon as possible"  She looked at the others. "Where's Fiarr?  We can't leave without her."

She beeped the Taloncon,  "Fiarr, we're ready when you are."  She looked at her notes on her pad, trying to make sure she remembered everything the man, who she now realised, she didn't know his name, everything he had told her.

Fiarr's comm automatically goes to a messaging system.  Either it's switched off, out of range or not working.



OOC:Sorry guys, got my own little 'adventure' going on!

Fiarr's comm automatically goes to a messaging system.  Either it's switched off, out of range or not working.



OOC:Sorry guys, got my own little 'adventure' going on!

"So now Fiarr is missing!  Anyone know where she was going?  Do we need to let Devon know?  How long can we wait and still make Sheila 's meeting?  Assuming Devon wants to go of course."

To Heirgrin, "It'll take us a while to get clearance to leave, probably a few hours.  I'd suggest you sweet talk them into making it a bit faster, but no point in getting clearance if we then have to ask for a delay on Fiarr.  Catch said two days to Mantooine once we're free and clear.  Allowing for a few wrinkles, call it three days more or less."

To Sheila, "You said what, five days, right?  That gives us a little bit of time to work out what's up with Fiarr."

"Mantooine, southern continent, eastern region.  Five days from now at oh eight hundred local time, a beacon will activate, that tracker will show us where it is. he'll wait an hour.  So yeah, that's how much time we have, if he goes for it.  Did Fiarr say anything about where she was going?  Heigren, your new friends, might they have seen her? Only if it's safe for you to recontact them."