Darrel contacts Ceruleanne and is told she'll meet him at the marina. Once you get back to the dive shop and return the submersible, you don't see Ceruleanne until you leave the shop. She's waiting a bit down the wharf in her own car. She gets out as you walk out of the shop, and waits for you to join her.

"So what have you got?" she asks.

In reply to Ceruleanne Blue (msg # 1):

OOC: don't we have, like, boxes of stuff?  Or did we manage to get everything onto a single mem-stick?

OOC PAUSE!!!!!More later
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<orange>I moved the other thread along and into this one because it didn't sound like anyone was going to discuss the material. It seemed like everyone just want it over and done with.

So, the discussion in the OOC thread takes place in the submersible on the way back to the dive shop.

Once you get to the dive shop, while everyone is disembarking and unloading the equipment, Walter gets a call on his comm.

"Excuse me for a moment, looks like I have a call." Walter said to the others, stepping away for a bit of privacy, as he looked at the name on the comm link. "Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot???" he thought to himself.

In reply to Walter Zeller (msg # 5):

Vonon sits down next to his old friend Sharik and leans in close to have a whispered conversation with her.

OOC: PM on the way

Sharik thanked Grev for the use of his submersible in their venture and complimented the man on underwater piloting skill.  She'd found no fault in the man's aptitudes or attitude - especially given the rather ad hoc and strange nature of their mission.

As they waited for a bit, she smiled comfortably as her old vargr companion approached her for a conversation.  She conferred with Vonon for a bit in hushed tones and with no small amout of gesticulating.  They appeared to cover more than a couple of topics (of which, more than one appeared to be rather humorous), if one were to judge by the varied gestures and body language used.

Walter rejoined the group, looking towards Vonon "Looks like an old Vargr friend of mine from the merchants also ended up in the back water planet after retirement and is looking to start up a trading business. Lets finish up here with Ms. Blue and see about getting off planet."

In reply to Walter Zeller (msg # 8):

Vonon looks up at Walters statement, then turns back to look at Sharik while gesturing towards Walter with his left hand,

"What did I just say?" Vonon says to Sharik, then addresses the group as a whole, "Damn straight! I agree, we should get our baksheesh, then get off this soggy planet as fast as possible."

"Sir Walter, this friend of yours, he got a ship big enough to haul all of us?" Vonon looks around the group, "Or, at least as many of us as want to get outta here?"

"Not sure." Walter said "Since we are in the middle of wrapping things up, I told him that I will meet him at Downport in two hours. If he does, great, if not, we still need to figure out getting out of here, even if it means sleeping in a freezer on the next vessel leaving Grendel."

Visibly tired Khea still comments excitedly "Oh what a welcome coincidence. I would go anywhere but here, even in a freezer"

Just after she finishes a small rumble escapes her belly. Apoplecticly she adds "Oh what a day that was. When this is over can I invite you to a meal before we retire?
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OOC:Since no one has posted that they were speaking to Ms Blue.

"Sorry for the interruption Ms Blue. Here is the data we were able to recover that you had requested. They were in the process of destroying it when we arrived so some of it will have to be extracted and analyzed from what was recovered for the project to continue. Rough guess is that we saved about 80-85% of it. Since I am not a scientist, I will have to leave it up to them. However, they might want to inspect it to make sure that the data was correct in the first place so they do not waste their time." Walter said, handing over what had been recovered concerning Project Shannara.

"That's considerably more than we thought you'd be able to salvage," Ceruleanne replies to Walter. "I'm sure their project went further than my client had gotten... but that was the point--it was stolen before it had completely gotten off the ground."

"There was really no way to sneak into an underwater dome. That was certainly clever security on their part."

"Your payment is waiting for you at the TAS office... as you requested."

"I'd say I look forward to working with you again, but I suspect you won't be hanging around Grendal for very long."
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Sam watched Darell and Ceruleanne chatting, but said nothing, keeping an eye out around the area for anything out of the ordinary

ooc
It looks like we're ready to start with this thread again, so this post is just by way of a prompt really

"No, I would hazard to guess that we will not be sticking around for very long. Good day Ms Blue." Sir Walter said "Hope that your shares boost upwards concerning this matter." he added as he departed with the others to the awaiting limo.

OOC:Cue Mission:Impossible music in the background

OOC: Are we organizing the sale of stock through her or elsewhere?

The Count let´s Walter handle most of the negotiations.

"Ms. Blue, it´s been a pleasure and although it´s unlikely we´ll meet again, however, instead of saying goodbye, for my part, let´s go with until next time....and with that thought in mind, I´m willing to transfer 20,000 Cr of my stock to you in exchange for a current, complete official and unofficial(blackmarket) database of this subsector (Drexilthar). In addition to that, I´ll give you another 5,000Cr as a retainer to keep that updated and making sure I´m informed of anything of interest.

NOTE: Yes, I know that´s alot of credits, but, we´re talking alot of info, which might prove beneficial....I also have a feeling Ms. Blue might prove useful and it can´t hurt to have a friend.

After the data is transferred and all arrangements completed, "Until next time, and please keep in contact."

OOC. Should we continue on here, or shift to another thread to carry on from the end of this mission, to the beginning of our own personal stuff...ie getting the payoff organized, get a ship organized, personal gear etc.....I suppose the trick question is....what can and should be done ooc and what needs to be done IC...and where?

Sharik watched quietly as Walter took the lead in the transfer of mission materials.  She made sure that only the things that the group had agreed on made their way to Ms. Blue; though she was still unsure of what they were going to do with the portable labs that they had confiscated, but did not fall under the auspice of mission parameters.

Then the diminutive socialite turned back to her conversation with Vonon.  It seemed quite animated as she gesticulated wildly more than a couple of times.  And though, it didn't seem that she was paying much attention, when Darrel approached Ceruleanne, her head did turn and a slight smile played on her lips as he made his offer of a retainer.

Once the proceedings seemed to be done, Shar stood and dusted off her hands.  Then while straightening one of the pleated seams on her tailored vacc suit, she made ready to vacate the premise.

"Vamanos?" she prompted Vonon and then the others around her, "Do we all fit in the Count's limo?"

OOC: Any acquisition of personal items that you want to purchase should be dealt with in your Private Eyes threads.

Discussions about what you are going to do can be done in the OOC thread, though the Ship Ahoy thread should be used for ship dealings.

Otherwise, just continue on here.


Ceruleanne accepts Darrel's credits, and gives him a link to a datafile in the Cloud that has the information he requested.

"As long as we are not trying to take the whole planet with us, we should be fine." Walter said to Sharik. "Lets get the gear and other items quickly loaded as I can use a good strong drink or two."

"Gear in the limo - if thats ok Darrell, the rest of us can get a taxi if needed." Sam said

OOC: If everyone can fit...

"Alright, let´s move out", he gets in the limo.

OOC: Where to next?

Understanding Walters mention of drinks as an invitation Khea enters the limo and dumps her equipment under the seat.

Assuming theirs room Sam gets in the limo with the gear

ooc

We could fast forward here to the next day when we meet up to plan our next steps? Or a couple of days?

People showed up in two limos, since they were coming from two different prior locations. You could all fit in one, but it would be a bit crowded.

Where to?

At this point, it's about 8am in the morning. Walter has a meeting in 2 hours.

In reply to StarMaster (msg # 24):

"So," Vonon says, rubbing his hands together, "How about breakfast? With all the fish they have on this planet, I'm sure that at least one of them must be served for breakfast! And I could sure use a cup of Kaff."

"I would suggest that we all head to the starport and prepare to leave planet." Walter said. "We can get a great breakfast at TAS and are welcome as my guests. Also, if we are in Imperial territory, any planetary law authority would have a harder time getting their hands on us after this latest escapade." he added, once inside the limo as he reached for a brandy.

"Sounds like a plan, we assemble at the TAS, figure out our immediate plan and then execute. There´s probably a couple of things each of us might want to accomplish individually, so we need factor that in."

With that said, he´ll head towards the TAS with whomever decides to ride with him.

As he rides, he´ll send a message to Maniko Kurasaga, requesting a meeting to appraise the knife, sending the location and data for the item to be viewed.

OOC Appraiser: Maniko Kurasaga--very elite, very selective, very good. Msg #1
link to a message in this game

Taking the limo or limos to TAS is easy enough.

Everyone has a breakfast that can't be beat, you all collect your money, and afterwards can sit around discussing further plans... or falling asleep.


Walter and Darrel both have meetings to go to.


Any personal errands you want to run should be dealt with in your Private Eyes thread.

With the team sitting down for a good meal, Walter was having a hard time not yawning. Tapping his glass, he addressed the team. "A toast to our success, something I can now say that I have done, that I had never done before... he said with a sly grin. "I would suggest that we meet back here for dinner so that we are all refreshed after some sleep. I am not as young as I use to be, let alone use to staying up all night. The short nap on the way back did not help things and I fear that I will not be getting to bed for another few more hours." he said as he fought back yet another yawn.

"Something to think about for when we meet again. I guess it would help to get an idea as to what the rest of the group wants to do for the future. In this case, ones silence is not helpful. Input from everyone will be needed so that they can not say that they did not want to do a course of action that the others are doing." he said.

"Here are a few topics to reflect upon for later discussion. What's next? Do we wish to leave the planet? Do we wish to acquire our own vessel? If so, what kind and who do we wish to operate it, given the number of certified pilots this group has. Are we open to new members? What if someone wishes to leave? Getting these and other questions that will pop up answered now will help avoid serious problems in the future. I ask this as there is an old Vargr friend of mine that I had served on a free trader he was on when I was in the merchants, many years ago. He would like to talk about starting backup again as a merchant. " he said.

"For the time being, we can get some rooms here at TAS for the next few days while we sort things out."

Sam listened to Walter and then stood "I'm gonna get some shut eye, I'll see you at dinner. As to next plans - you get a ship, I can pilot it and help out in other ways. Just don't ask me to chip in the cost - all the money I have is what I just earnt"

She nod to everyone then heads off to her room

ooc
minor point - define Dinner - midday or evening? - to me its evening - not sure what everyone else thinks

OOC: American Dinner time :)

In reply to Walter Zeller (msg # 31):

ooc

Which is? I'm English

Dinner is usually an earlier meal, around 5pm, but can be earlier on special occasions (Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas)--as early as 1 but normally at 3.

Supper is the later meal, any time after 7, generally around 8.

These were distinctions made by different classes. Farmers and factory workers didn't get done work until 7 or so, which is when they got home and ate supper.

The 'upper class' tended to eat early so they could go to shows and party in the evenings.


As working hours decreased and leisure time increased, the two kind of blended together, particularly in States. So now dinner time is around 6pm. It can be earlier or later, though, in which case the time would be specified. If not specified, 6pm/1800 hours is 'standard'.

These are  human conventions, however; who knows what Vargr and Aslan do.

  The only thing the Vargr book says about it is, "Vargr metabolism is faster and more efficient than the human digestive system, meaning that Vargr eat more frequently but they are able to fast for longer periods if necessary."

  So they eat more often, but otherwise it's likely to come down to the local culture, and considering how Vargr are about that detail...

Ah, so Vargr have Second and Third Breakfasts... and Brunch... and Lunch, Early Dinner, Dinner, Second Dinner and Supper, and maybe Late Supper.

While everyone is making plans Khea pauses eating her meal which consists entirely out of sausages and looks at her personal computer for the humaniti definition of dinner.

OOS: Aslan usually only eat once a day right before sleeping and they sleep for 12 hours (1/3 of their 36 hour day).

"How about we say 18:00 or 6 PM. That will allow everyone downtime to get some rest and/or accomplish some personal tasks."

Makes sure his meeting is set and organized.

"There´s a couple of issues that concern the entire group, mainly being figuring out our ship, if we decide to do that, I´m going to be sending the most respectable independent ship investigators to the 2 ships which seem to be our most logical choice. Unless otherwise changed, I´ll have it set up for 8 AM to 12...to check both ships personally as a group, to ensure bright happy people are on duty."
OOC: To be covered in Ship Ahoy thread.

Relaxing, enjoying the flush of a successful mission and having the good company of his compatriots. The group should notice that although he is a "Count", his demeanor is very comfortable within the sense of, for lack of a better word, the crew.

Holds up his glass to toast.

"I want to thank the group TAS members for their hospitality, and to our continued commitment to each other. It´s easy to go through life alone, without a care or worry about others, from a smaller sense to a larger big picture....However, within us, individually, we are hardwired to seek social companionship. If you are willing,  why not now and why not us?"

OOC:Don´t forget, he´s an actor/noble (Almost a Duke)...This is his "natural" mindset. Imperial, high minded and somewhat pretentious. Hard to tell if it´s sincere or fitting the mold.

In reply to Darrel Cromwell (msg # 37):

"I must say, Sir Walter," Vonon said around a bite of...some local fish called 'kippered'..."I'm both pleased that you found more than one offer of a ship for sale on this backwater -- pun intended! -- planet, as well as being surprised that you found any ship for sale here! This planet really is the back end of nowhere. If I were to believe the data in the library, this planet wasn't settled too long ago -- maybe a century -- and most of the colonists are from that big star-state, coreward of here...the, uh, Principality of Caledon."

Vonon chewed thoughtfully for a second, "In fact, as I think more upon it, I'd be willing to bet a fistful of my stock shares that, when you get those ships checked out, they're probably Caledon-built leftovers from the initial colonization effort.  Not that there's anything wrong with a hundred-year old ship, mind you, but my personal preference is for trusty, Imperial-built ships."

"That's why..." Vonon lifts and sips from his mug of Kaff; a Viliani style, hypoallergenic mild stimulant beverage, before continuing, "...when I was finished vacationing here on Planet Grendal, I'd planned on going to nearby Planet Outpost. There is a de-facto Imperial Naval Base there, and I was going to look into possibly purchasing something from their mothball fleet."

"I'm not talking about buying a warship, of course." Vonon returns his attention to the fish on his plate, "But remember, there are more to naval assets than warships; I'm talking about scouts, supply ships, troop transports.  All of which could be turned to civilian applications, but are built to military specifications. Although...I suppose, if an Imperial Destroyer were offered for sale, then I'd consider it. Hurr-hurr."

"Of course," Vonon finishes the last bite of fish, "If we could find an appropriate ship here, then we could forego the expense of a jump-three trip to Outpost."

Khea listened intensely to Vonons plan while chewing on those poor meat substitute the Humanities have and which probably has been dead for days, if it had lived at all at some point.

Finally reaching the Imperium, even if only an outpost. Khea would have jumped at that idea if it weren't for Vonon being, at least in spirit, very much like an Aslan male.

After thinking about it a bit she says, in an overly neutral tone "The ships here do seem to be suspiciously cheap even in case the case that they are hardly working. And finding two such offer at the same time? Thats suspicious."

"Well Vonon, I have a feeling that a lot of that has to do with Grendal being the most densely populated system in this part of Drexilthar that can be reached with a jump one vessel. It might also be that the owners did not factor in the cost of operations." Walter said  "There are many factors that the average merchant can not factor in when they start off. It also does not help that the bankers believe the projected profits that the potential owner shows them." Walter added. "I have not been home in a while and do plan on visiting Outpost but not as a passenger." he said with a smile as he finished up his meal.

"If you will all excuse me, I am off to the port bar to meet an old Vargr friend of mine. You up for a trip Vonon?" he asked.

OOC: Outpost is jump two

Sharik was tired and dozed for a bit in the limo after tossing her repacked kit bag in the trunk.  She listened to the light conversation in the car for a bit, but having stripped of vacc suit and put back on her more casual attire after the meeting with Ceruleanne, the diminutive socialite let the fatigue creep in and didn't bother trying to stay too awake.  Another tumbler of Sylean brandy from the wet bar in car and she was catnapping for a bit, her head resting on Vonon's shoulder.

Once back at the TAS hostel, she agreed to meet with the others later once she got a touch of rest.  Dinner time was fine with her. but since the party wasn't breaking up yet, Sharik did stay to eat a touch of breakfast.  But it wasn't much - and though she did partake of a touch of coffee to try file off some of the rough edges of fatigue, she didn't want to be too wired once the meal was over.  So, she chose decaf.  The diminutive socialite held up her mug to both Walter and Darrel's proposed toasts, though vocalized little more than a seeming approving grunt as she chewed.

As the youthful Kaagira scion chewed slowly (one might think thoughtfully, though one could also interpret it as wearily), Sharik contemplated Darrel's words.  "I'm in." she noted simply, her tone and demeanor seemingly almost unrelated to - let alone actually convinced by - the Count's actual arguments, "I have enough friends to keep me here..." and she glanced in the direction of Vonon for emphasis, "And know enough of you and Sir Walter by reputation that any venture involving the two of you intrigues me."  The lithe socialite shrugged slightly, "I have been travelling for a while now..." which was likely an understatement as it had been over a decade, at least, "and novel ventures always intrigue me."  Having shown the ability to make a comfortable life on the go, it seemed pretty certain that Sharik travelled by choice and not by any necessity.

Her attention turned to the conversation of Walter and Vonon, "Either system will probably have potential leads for both ships and jobs; I am not convinced that Outpost will have a much better selection.  And I, for one, am more than ready to move on from this particular planet.  I won't say that we are persona non grata here, but we have the potential to become so rather quickly."  The smile on her lips turned a touch wan - which blended frighteningly well with her weariness, "I rather we not wore out our welcome here completely..."

"Do we intend to - or will we be required to - finance any ship bought here through a local bank here on Grendal?" Sharik asked idly, "That might influence whether we purchase here or not..."  Ultimately, she trusted Zeller to do due diligence, it was his reputation.  And she knew that he'd likely forgotten more about finances and trade than she had ever known.

She nodded curtly, when the noble merchant excused himself.  But then a slight frown touched her expression, a gently aggrieved mein showed when the man invited Vonon to accompany him.  Even if the man's contact was another vargr...  "Why not invite your friend to meet us here, Sir Walter?" Shar prompted the former majordomo, though she was obviously tired.

OOC:  Edited to be back in the proper timeline.  Thank you, Samantha.
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ooc

Shraik - unless I have misunderstood - the current discussion is still happening at breakfast - not dinner.

OOC: Just assume that Sharik brought the subject up later after everyone met again at dinner.


The results of the ship inspections were all positive. The ships were exactly as advertised.

Such important decision are best made after a good nights, or days in this case, sleep which coincidently ends about the time the Humaniti have dinner.

OOC: Do we still habe breakfast or already dinner?

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

ooc
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."

---

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.