Presumably you could have eaten a breakfast in the morning, then gone off to do whatever you needed to do--sleep, for instance--and then met again for dinner. If you want to have 'breakfast' for dinner, that's perfectly feasible.

So everyone is now back at TAS, well rested and having dinner and making important decisions.

In reply to Walter Zeller (msg # 40):



"Certainly, Sir Walter!" Vonon answered, wiping his muzzle and leaving the table.

Having changed his clothing before attending breakfast, Vonon is now wearing a bright lemon-yellow dress shirt over 'electric burgundy' trousers tucked into his black spacer's boots. He adjusts the set of his tooled-leather gunbelt on his hips, then looks to Walter.

"Ready when you are, Sir."

Walter and Vonon head to the Port Bar to meet Kaengarr.

Sam came down looking a little refreshed, and happy. After all she had more creds to spend. She ordered a drink at the bar and then waited for the others to turn up

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I think we're out of sync, or else I am confused. - I'm assuming Walter etc met there guy in between breakfast and dinner? So we are now at Dinner so they could be back for that thread?

Also, weren't the ships appointments the next day - after Dinner?

Anyway, I am posting assuming its dinner time, on the same day we finished the job, after we have all breakfasted, headed off separately and are now meeting back up. Am I wrong, or confused?

Nope, you got it right. It's your Referee who is confused. Delayed posts are kind of overlapping.

TIMELINE

Day 1/Evening: Met with Ceruleanne
Day 1/Late Night: took the submersible out to the dome

Day 2/Early AM: Breached the dome, secured data and materials.
Day 2/Morning: returned to marina, transferred data and materials to Ceruleanne.
Day 2/Morning: ate breakfast
Day 2/Mid morning: Walter and Vonon went to meet Kaengarr
Day 2/Morning/afternoon: rest and recuperation for those who wanted/needed it.
Day 2/Evening: Dinner time, important decisions

Day 3/Mid morning: ship inspections

After attending his meeting with Maniko Kurasaga, he returns to the TAS, gets a bit to eat then takes a nap...either waiting for someone to wake him up to discuss anything of importance, or just sleeps until the next morning getting ready to go to the ship inspections.

After eating a triple portion of what a Humaniti would eat for breakfast, made up from whatever meat the diner had available at that time Khea excuses herself and goes back to her small rented place in the starport of a well earned rest which lasts well into the night.

Luckily a starport never sleeps so after getting the message about the ships inspection she can easily pass the time till it is time to join. She is especially concerned about the state of the engines and the jump drive of such cheap ships.

The ship inspector arrived at the requested time, introduced himself to those at the inspection as Falko Devlin, presenting his credentials as he did so, and proceeded to go through the ships and gave them a detailed inspection.

"As you probably know already, any installation or removal of equipment has to go into the maintenance log. I don't see any variances from the regular maintenance log. There are no micro-fractures in the hull, none in the reactor or the engines, and the lanthanum grid is completely intact. I see one or two places in the grid that may have been struck by a micro-meteorite."

"Nothing to worry about; these sort of things happen all the time," he reports at the end of the inspection.

"It wouldn't hurt to get that repaired when you get to a Class A Starport. The grid's 100% functional; they are fine down to about 75% before you have to worry about a misjump. The dents just may result in failure if the hull takes adjacent damage."

"Any questions?"

Not trusting the inspector (after all what would a male know), Khea insists to expect the engines, mainly the jump engines, herself.

Later, after the inspection, Khea listens to the inspector while browsing the specification of the vessels on her computer.

"And are there any deviations of their equipment from the standard?"

Today: Kheaiftouaw rolled 13 using 2d6+2.  Edu - Eng (Jump Drive) if needed.
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  We haven't finished in the other thread but I'll assume that Kaengarr has joined the company by this point.

  Kaengarr undertook an inspection of his own, this one less focused on the regular maintenance and broad structural issues and more concerned about the smaller - and generally off-record - tweaks and personalizations that inevitably occurred on a ship that had been in anyone's hands for any length of time, and which could have ramifications for both the security and the habitability of a ship.

  He also made a point of double-checking the ships' ownership and mission records with an eye toward anything that seemed out of place or absent. Unwanted complications were a hazard of obtaining used ships, and those complications weren't always related to a ship's physical condition...

  **

  Kaengarr himself had turned up alongside Walter, having been invited into the newly-formed company during their meeting the previous day. Aside from Walter and Vonon, both of whom had gone to that meeting, the angling of his ears upon meeting Samantha suggested that it wasn't for the first time.
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In reply to StarMaster (msg # 52):

Based on his previous request for the top inspection team, the Count introduces himself to Mr. Devlin and waits to see the reports. Upon receiving those, realizing those more technical/mechanical minded members of his group would want a personal look around...he goes and takes a break nearby.

Walter arrived a bit later than the others after taking a look at the paperwork of the various vessels and options as to what they might procure.

"Hello everyone, this is Kaengarr Ruzokh, Kaengarr, may I present Count Darrel Cromwell, Kheaiftouaw, Samantha Kilgore, Sharik Kaagira and you meet Vonon yesterday." Walter said as he made introductions. "Kaengarr was the one I spoke on the commlink yesterday morning. We meet many years ago when I was on a trade mission for Delgado. He has experience from working on a Free Trader and will fit in well with us." 

After introductions had been made, Walter joined the group in looking over the ships logs and other components. Walter spend more of his time checking out the computer system and controls rather than crawling through the bowels of the drives and fuel tanks.

"If these are not satisfactory, Kaengarr has some information on another vessel."

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OOC:Not sure if Tolman or Quinzella are still in the game as they have not been on in almost a month.

  Kaengarr returned everyone's regard as Walter made the introductions, pausing when it came to Samantha, his nose and ears working more heavily in a look of recognition. "Samantha from the Space Patrol. I remember you!"

  It seemed as though he was about to say something more and then thought better of it; the rsukal was apparent enough to anyone familiar with Vargr body language, though perhaps less so to others.

OOC: Tolman is still here, but he'll be an NPC. Quinzella has said she's dropping, but the heavy posting may have overwhelmed her. I'll keep her character around for another month or two.

Sam smiled at Kaengarr "Good to see you. I'm no longer Space Patrol, so if you see Pirates again, don't rely on me pulling your fat out of the fire again"

  "Hra! Vargr ships are built to kill pirates. That one was only trouble because of who was on it!" Kaengarr exclaimed with a broad sweep of one arm for emphasis - and which largely masked the tell-tale signs that there was something he was again avoiding bringing up. "We should talk about this later, once we have our ship."
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Not sure what to make out of Kaengarr yet Khea uses a more superficial greeting in her native tongue reserved for non Aslan which, if translated to Anglic, would mean something like "Hello, I recognize that you are here".
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Vonon drops his lower jaw and exposes his upper canines in a Vargr smile, pokes Sharik with his right elbow, and says in a stage whisper,

"Vargr ships built to kill pirates ... or be pirates ... depends on which side of the bed a Vargr Captain wakes up on, in the morning! Hurr-hurr-hurr."

The Count greets Kaengarr in Vargr (Gvegh?),"Pleased to meet you Mr. Ruzokh, If Sir Walter speaks highly of you, then, you're most welcome to our band of brothers/sisters." You notice that his voice had changed to meet the appropriate inflections/tones for the language.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 14:51, Wed 30 Sept 2015.

  Kaengarr didn't actually know Khea's language, but good translation software and an inconspicuous earbud made up for it, allowing him to match an appropriate response to her greeting.

  He didn't need it in Darrel's case; while his Gvegh accent was indeed apparent to anyone familiar Vargr languages his grasp of Anglic was otherwise thorough. "I'm pleased to meet and be joining you too. Walter's word carries weight with all of us!"

  As for Vonon's jibe... he'd heard it, and the skewing of one ear suggested that he wasn't entirely pleased by it, but he chose to let it slide. Truth be told he'd never done a single day's pirating and had good cause to despise those who did, but he also knew it to be a common (and occasionally justified) perception among Imperials, whatever their species.

Seeing Vonons "smile" Khea frowns and takes a step back, expecting a fight to break out between the two Vargr any second now.

At dinner, Shar seemed positively lively.  She entered the hostel dining room in a set of tailored coveralls, a tight form fitting affair, that was covered by a light, high-but groat-leather jacket.  She looked much more a spacer in her current outfit and, ironically, her 'standard' electronics didn't look out of place with this set of couture either.  The dataglove still wrapped around her left forearm and the very stylish datashades and earbud p-comm still were still present and accounted for.  Though she'd professed to be primarily an astrogator, a tool pouch sat at hip along with a utility blade.

She ordered a light meal, a mixed-green salad along with a light seafood pasta for the local fare menu along with a glass of the aged, Sylean brandy.  Like the Count, Sharik greeted Walter's (and seemingly Samantha's) friend and their new compatriot in his native Gvegh.  Though it was a casual form of greeting and appeared to be almost all of the vargr tongue that the youthful ingenue appeared to actually know (or at least would fess up to in a reasonably public venue).

The diminutive socialite sipped her brandy slowly, as she listened to the banter and discussions forming around her.  The ship particulars still need to be decided.  They needed to figure out how to make money to support owning a ship.  Which, in turn, the organization and how much structure would be warrant for the group and its endeavors.  Though she'd never been that big about organization and structure, with a relatively large group of individuals, it often did help to know who and what was expected in a given situation.  Emergencies especially had a way of creeping up on you and subsequently not giving you a lot of time to decide certain things in situ; some preparation beforehand was always prudent.

She held up her tumbler of brandy, "Here is to a lucrative venture for us all."  The cosmopolitan brunette had a slightly crooked smile upon her lips with just a touch of mischief as she added, "One without too many pirates...."

Sharik paused for a long moment after the toast, tracing the edge of her glass idly.  "So," the dark-haired dilettante prompted her companions, "how do we accomplish that?  What ventures are we really considering here?  And is the corsair up for sale going to be suitable for that?"  She seemed ready to discuss the various aspects of their potential business venture.  And though she had little formal training in trade, Shar knew an immensely annoying amount of disparate trivia that could be readily applied to almost any topic and possessed a quick enough wit to synthesize it fairly well and speak cogently on said topic.  She'd gained a reputation on the subsector's 'party' circuit as being a great conversationalist.

In reply to Sharik Kaagira (msg # 66):

"Well, I've already said I favor the corsair," Vonon spoke up, "not because it is a warship, well, not exactly -- but because it's built to military specs. It'll take a lot more abuse than a civilian freighter.  And I'm hoping to do a lot more exploring and direct charters, than freight hauling."

"However, that was before Sir Walter brought Captain Ruzokh to us." Vonon added, nodding to Kaengarr, "The good Captain mentioned something which pricked my ears up right away -- folks, Captain Ruzokh, here, has a lead on a Darrian-built trader. That's right, Darrian-built, here on Grendal."

Just to avoid continuing confusion about the timeline, use this Aftermath thread to continue conversation over dinner. Use the Ship Ahoy thread for discussions and conversations about the ships' inspections and after that.

  "There are lots of 'ifs' around it, but should they fall in our favor, it's an option, maybe even a good one," Kaengarr confirmed.