Dohr nodded. ”I agree with Mika. Three weeks is a long time and I understand you are worried and anxious to know what has happened to your friends. But you clearly had a clue or an idea or even a hunch good enough and worth everyone’s while for us all to come rushing to Telos. I would say we make use of the fact that we are here now before jumping off to follow another lead.””

The Doc took a breath and continued: ”As painful as it most certainly must feel to you, I too believe we should really spend a couple of days to investigate a bit further. If for no other reason then just to make sure we did not just waste a few days coming this way for nothing. Even if Mark and Zyra had nothing to with the destroyed pirate base, we might still find out new useful rumours about what is going on."
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Fiarr considered Mika and Dohr's point and balanced it with Devon.  "I'm not sure I agree Mika.  While I agree that we've bounced from one area of the galaxy to the other and are talking about going back, that doesn't make Devon's plan a bad one.  Especially since Devon didn't know about the evidence that we had gathered until we arrived just now.  It suggests we need better communication protocols, something we should agree on before we go anywhere."

"Now Dohr, Devon is not suggesting we all rush off without investigating the pirate base and PHA.  As far as I understand, he's suggesting we follow two leads with two teams. One team explores the pirate base and PHA, the other Corellia and Chandrila.  I must concur that the Corerllian lead seems a strong possibility to me.  Too many random events seem linked."

She looked at Devon.  "You seem to have put most of the team on a path for Corellia.  Do you think we need more investigative power there or do you fear trouble?  Is the PHA team small because you don't expect trouble or because you fear a large team will be counterproductive?  I'm assuming you've split the groups the way you have for a reason.  Can you clear that up?  Perhaps it will better let us understand why you want to rush most of us back across the galaxy."

Devon blinked in surprise and turned back to the table.
"I never thought for a second that Mark and Zyra had anything to do with that dead pirate base - I'm hopin the PHA did that.  And Mark and Zyra have links to the PHA.  We find the PHA, maybe they can tell us something that helps us track down our missing."

The shipjacker spread his hands.
"Fiarr is right - if I had known then what I know now, I probably wouldnt have called you all here - you'd have gone straight to Corellia.  Lesson learned.  And we DO need better lines of communication.  Fiarr, consider that your project."

"We're sendin' the bigger team to Corellia because I think thats where we'll need the manpower most.  The PHA angle is gonna take time.  They wont be easy to find, and it wont be easy to get them to trust us enough to help.  The Corellia thing is probably the hottest trail we have, and we cant hang around and let it go cold - so we need as many as we can manage working on that - and I'm hoping we can dodge trouble, but if we can't or if we need to MAKE some trouble, I want as much of the team available as possible."

Devon turned towards Cors hologram.  "Which reminds me - can you loan us CC9?  If we have to get our hands dirty, having the Doombot along can only help our chances."

Turning back to the group again, Devon sounded slightly bemused as he continued:
"And your ships need servicing??  they've only been in flight for a week!  What were you doing with them?  Was heigren throwin' wild parties every night?  If they need servicing after just a week of non-combat operations, then we have a problem."

Devon turned to look at Mika, seeming genuinely puzzled.
"So what needs doing?  Are you tellin' me we can't be ready to fly in two hours?"

Mika rolls her eyes.  "You want the 'Drifter up and out in two hours, then I'll make it happen.  Ready for me to get to work?"

Mika gets to her feet, thinking that the main thing to check is the fresh water levels and make sure the sanit tanks are flushed. Devon could chide her all he wants, but Mika didn't like taking any ship out that wasn't topped off.

Cor's holographic form continually diverged between working on an unseen computer and stopping for sips from an extra-large caf mug.  When Mika spoke of the maintenance she checked something then spoke.

"According to R2-B7, he arranged for refuel and resupply of all vessels before we landed.  My ship has already been attended, as has the Ghtroc.  I imagine the Nebula Drifter will be next.  There should be little external maintenance you need to do but I can assign R2-A9 to lead a repair crew."

"Devon, I need CC9 with me.  I believe you have more than enough people who can 'dirty their hands'."



**NPC'd by GM**
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Heigren shrugged.  "Doesn't matter to me where we go, just send me with the team that needs to deal with people.  I can't sift through a whole heap of data like Sheila or bury myself in engines like Mika.  I need to talk to people, hear their speech, see their mannerisms.  That's where I can help best.  And cooking, I like cooking."

Dohr was deep in thought and missed some of the conversation going on.

"Mon Mothma. That was her name, the Chandrilan senator." He looked at Devon and nodded. "I see what you mean. I do not know if your... our commander is big enough a name to attract Vader's attention, but senator Mothma certainly is. And if our leaders as former Chandrilan military still loyal to her have been called to a rebel meeting by the senator in the Corellian sector..."

The Kel Dor nodded again. "I am ready to leave at any time."

Seeing the conversation had died off, Kyvarr stood.  "Alright everyone, you heard the commander.  We leave in two hours.  Fiarr, have your comms proposal to me within the hour.  Mika, let me know if you have any maintenance problems.  Dismissed."

Doh couldn’t help the smile behind his mask as Kyvarr started barking her orders. Once a soldier, always a soldier, eh? It was quite funny to see professional soldiers were the same no matter what the species. It was nothing new to him of course. The Kel Dorian had travelled far and wide and had met warriors of multitude of species, the Cathar included. And in his mind it was a good thing that paramilitary rebel groups like the Talons behaved as army units; in an organised manner. But still the sudden adaptation of her old role was so fast that it took him, another military officer, by surprise.

The former Major of DAF gave the Cathar a polite bow. ”As you say, Sergeant.”

Mika gives a smirk at Kyvarr's orders.  "Sure, I'll let you know."

She waites a couple of minutes to see if there's anything else before heading off to the 'Drifter's control room to start her pre-flight.
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Fiarr nodded.  She had no problem when Kyvarr went all 'military', she always meant well and it had admittedly saved her more than once.  She looked at Devon.  "Don't need an hour boss.  Far as I can see the only way to keep in contact would be to periodically drop out of hyperspace and pick up messages.  Problem with that is we burn a day's fuel everytime we go back into hyperspace.  So is contact worth the extra cost?  That's up to you."

"Only other choice would be to get a proper Holonet array but the cost and difficulty of setting that up is impractical."

"See you on the ship Commander.  Lieutenant."

Sheila chuckled when Heigren mentioned he liked cooking. "I'm going on his ship."  then to Devon and Fiarr.  "I'll keep looking through things.  See what I can find anythign else targeting Chandrilla and the PHA."
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Eight Days Later - Corellia - Corellian Sector

The crew had travelled uneventfully through hyperspace, both ships responding well.  After a little over a week, the team found themselves in the spacelanes around the Corellian system, capital world of the Corellian sector.  The area was awash with traffic, though thankfully no Imperials.  The Emperor allowed the Corellians to effectively govern themselves, a rarity in modern times.



OOC:  If you got up to anything during your downtime let me know.  Otherwise here you are!  Here's hoping you don't need to turn around and fly back to Telos!
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Kyvarr had not been idle during the eight days in hyperspace but had set up a rigorous training program.  Physical training at daybreak and evening.  A morning training program in weaponry, everything from hand-to hand combat, melee weaponry, blasters, heavy weapons even improvised weaponry and explosives.  Afternoons she devoted to her own training program, learning about the ship, the Talons and reviewing intelligence on the mission.

The Cathar had taken over the starboard cargo bay and turned it into her training centre.  Her M4 droid dutifully reported each training session to all members on board fifteen minutes before they were to start.  To surprise Kyvarr did not make any session mandatory and said nothing if people did not show.  Many a time she could be seen training alone, running shuttle runs, lifting weights or practising martial arts or stripping and assembling rifles.  Whilst Kyvarr still held to military precision, the voluntary nature of the training was her nod to the Talons that this was not regular military.

Fiarr had spent her time constructively, though she seemed to avoid the starboard cargo bay for much of the trip.  Not that she'd shirked physical activity.  She'd made an effort to go at least once a day to one of Kyvarr's sessions.  She tried twice once but the gruelling sessions left her muscles in agony.  She attended a few of the weapons classes but not many.  She was confident in her own skills and she'd worked with Kyvarr enough to know most of her tricks.

As the Ghtroc approached Corellia, she made a point of not being in the pilot seat.  As soon as they were in range she began monopolising the communications equipment.  She had programs on her datapad automatically begin connecting to various networks while she began putting out feelers for various contacts of hers.  She knew quite a few people in the Core worlds and the Corellian system attracted a lot of people escaping Imperials.

Kyvarr had taken the helm as Fiarr wanted comms and Devon was busy in his cabin.  She drew the Ghtroc close enough to the Drifter to use the encrypted comms.

"Team, this is Five.  Seven has asked me to brief you.  We know why we're here.  To chase down leads on why that ship was here, what it was doing and hopefully find out if One and Nine were somehow mixed up in it.  Seven has no further instructions and leaves you to your own initiative to pursue leads."  Kyvarr's tone betrays she is a little uncomfortable with her last statement, it's not the way she's used to doing things.

"We're heading for the main spaceport.  Seven assures me our ID is good enough.  Anyone who wants to come with us should transfer aboard now before we go insystem.  Then those on the Drifter can go where they think best."

"We'll dock ships in five minutes.  Be ready to transfer then if you want to come with us.  Drifter, we'll need to know where you're going too."




OOC: Master Servious asked me to 'take over' as Devon's player is not able to post right now and gave me a quick rundown on things.

If everyone wants to head down to the main spaceport then obviously we don't need to 'link up'.  Wasn't sure what everyone would want to do.
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Heigren activated his comm.  "I need to be on the surface and the capital seems a good place to start.  The more people there are, the more I can learn without drawing attention.  I'll swap ships unless we all want to head down there."

Heigren rushed out without a response and headed for his cabin.  With only five minutes to prepare he'd only be able to take the essentials - two, maybe three trunks at most.

As he stuffed things in he wondered how he'd managed all those years on Phindar Prime.  Often he'd had one set of clothes, often stolen and he'd wear them for months on end.  Now he had at least five sets of socks for each outfit!
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Mika had enjoyed the trip in from Telos.  It gave her a good chance to really focus on the 'Drifter.  With the ship in hyperspace, she hadn't really needed ot do much at the pilot's station, so she'd been free to focuso n maintenance work.  She'd probably crawled through every maintenance access and service coridor.

But when the time came, she pulls the ship ot of hypespace ot sync up comms with the Ghtroc.  "It doesn't make much sense to have the 'Drifter had anywhere but the main space port.  I wish we'd taken the time to put on some cargo, just for appearences."

OOC:  I'm fine with docking, just not sure what other options are available for docing the 'Drifter.

There are loads of places to go.  The Corellian system alone has five habitable worlds and each world has dozens of spaceports.  In space their are space stations as well.  The Ghtroc is going to Coronet City, the capital city of the capital world (i.e. Corellia).  Up to you if you want to all land in one spot and then see where things take you or split your resources and land on another world or just another continent.

With no specific plans it is decided to land both ships at Coronet City's main spaceport.  From there the Talons could spread out as they wished.  There was regular commuter services across the planet and across the entire system so there was no need to take the ships unless numerous people wanted to go.

Devon quickly arranged a hangar for both ships.  It was not difficult as large bulk freighters often berthed there and the Talons were allocated a hangar big enough to fit both ships and enough space they could have probably squeezed in Moonshadow and the L-4000 to boot.

Customs was quick and efficient.  Whilst having the appearance of following Imperial standards, this was just a façade, quickly wiped away to reveal the grimier truth beneath.  Crime was rampant, graft was part of everyday transactions.  Still the hangar was spacious, refuelling and resupply was in the cost as were various navigation and software upgrades.  Maintenance services were available for various prices.

The Talons were soon free to go about their business as they saw fit.


OOC:  Since there were no specific plans I thought it easier to have a central 'base' and let people go as they would.  Your comms will work anywhere on planet (they can tap the local comm networks for signal boosting) but not if you travel to other planets.

As with previous landings, Heigren was first out of the hangar when customs had finished their inspections.  With a wave he vanished into the crowds.

Another week or so in hyperspace. Not the place Dohr Veen liked the most, but it did give him a lot of time to reflect on what had happened and what might happen in the near future. It was after all only a few weeks ago when he had found his assistant Majara brutally murdered in his surgery back on Det Akari.

When looking for him, the others on board the Wayfarer were likely to find the Kel Dorian sitting cross-legged on the floor of his cabin or the Medbay deep in meditation. Though he had been taught by his mother, a retired knight of the jedi order, Dohr wasn’t able to fall into a trance like he had seen her do. But it did help him clear his mind, relax and concentrate. And it was a good way to make the time pass faster.

The rest of the Doc’s time had passed in physical exercise, close combat training and planning the setup of the Medical Bay. He hadn’t been able to do much with the stuff he and Sheila had gathered from the Nest earlier on. There hadn’t been a proper operating theatre to be dismantled, more like a stockpile of medical supplies. The room aboard the Nebula Drifter now hosted a diagnostic bed, but it was nowhere enough for a surgery should need for such things appear. Dohr had no idea how the Talons had survived without proper facilities so far, but he was going to make sure they wouldn’t have to anymore.

The list was long, but Coronet City was the place to find everything on it. And it wouldn’t even be difficult or too time consuming either. What the doctor needed though, was money. It probably wasn’t something he couldn’t cover personally, but that was not the way organisations worked. Therefore he made sure Devon got the shopping list well before they landed.

”Devon. I just sent you a list of things we need for Drifter’s MedBay. I can handle the procurement of the items, although knowing the Corellian bazaars, I would not mind the help or someone with more charms than myself, someone like Heigren. But I would need some credits to complete the deal.”

Seeing the Zeltron disappear as he made the call, Dohr grinned. The man was true to his habits. Finishing up with Devon, the picked up the comms unit again and gave the group’s party animal a ring. ”You are slippery as a Rylothian fire-eel, Heigren... Do whatever you have planned to do, but when you have a few hours of free time, give me a call. I am in need of your special skills.”

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OOC: Master Servious can probably give an estimate for the amount of creds Dohr would need.

Heigren's answer was almost immediate.  "Special skills?  Which special skills would those be?  You finally ready to have some fun?"

Kyvarr brought everyone together before they all rushed off to their various endeavours.  She was unhappy she'd missed Heigren, whose skills would be of great importance but she accepted she could contact him by comm.

"Okay, we all know why we're here.  We need to chase down leads on the incident that occurred here with the Devastator.  Where was it, what did they do, any rumours about why.  I'm sure an event like that caught a lot of attention.  The problem may be it's not the kind of attention people might be willing to admit too."

"Any plans on how we should proceed?  Heigren seems quite skilled at getting people to open their mouths" 'and their legs she mused but didn't add this.  "Assumedly he's doing that right now.  What other avenues should we explore people?"

Kyvarr will step aside if/when Devon tells her to.  Until then she does her best to

With the two trips, Mika had found ample time tinker with the 'Drifter's systems, tweak her own toys, and whatever else struck her fancy.

"I don't know my way round here abouts, but I'll do what I did on Nar Shaddaa, try to find the swoop gang and spacer hang outs and seeing what the scuttle butt is.  Unless you've got something better for me to try."