Mika moves over and claims one of the bunks, setting her gear down on it.  Having relinquished her blaster and stun baton, she felt a little vulnerable, but she had her tool kit and that could make her more dangerous than her blaster in the right situation.

She snorts as R2 whistles.  "You're probably right.  If we get killed when they land, make sure you have Cor file a complaint on our behalf."

Her clothes are drab and functional, as ever.  The dark green coveralls are properly worn from the waist down, but she's opted out of the top half, which is now tied about her waist by the sleeves.  The shirt underneath is a dingy gray and fits her petite form just a bit snugly.  She's still got the over-sized, floppy hat and boots, but has set aside her goggles.

She sits on the bunk, bouncing slightly to test it's softness and listens attentively as talk of the mission seems to be at hand.

The droid beeps a couple of low noises that sound almost a mimicry of Mika's snort.  It looks around at her and speaks a little more in that odd binary language.

Xil selects one of the bunks and settles down for the trip. He didn't feel all that comfortable without his blaster pistol on him, but there was nothing that he could about it.

He turns to face Merreck and waits to hear what he wants to talk about.

"Never mind. We can discuss further if we make it to the ground."

Merreck sit down on a bunk and lean back, making some notes on his wristcom.
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Xil lies down and decides that he may as well get some sleep, the next few days could become very busy.

Sheila showed up and took the remaining bunk.  "And any idea where we are going once we get there."

In reply to Sheila Masters (msg #24):

"We'll be hanging around near the refinery, hopefully we'll have a nice view but upwind of the place," Darvin said with a grin. "Myself, I'll try to get us a place to hunker down... Actually, that's something Merreck ans Rann can help with. A least until we have a better idea of what needs to be done," Darvin gave an airy wave of his hand as he said his, like he was aluding to something but didn't want to say it out loud. "Maybe you can help them by checking the holonet for some good spot for us to lay low for a while? See if there are any local businesses nearby that can be exploited as a front at the same time?"

Rann sits down on one of the free bunks and opens his backpack and takes out his SDS surveillance detactor, switches it on and presses a few buttons then places it in the centre of the room, and waits to see what happens.
(Rann rolls a 20 computer use check on seeing if there are any bugs in the room)

Merreck smile and look relieved that at least someone thought to bring anti-surveillance gear. He looks on to see how it goes with the tag/bug detection.

Rann finishes his sweep and notifies everyone that he could not setect any bugs.

Phindar Prime - 0600 Local Time

The ride is largely uneventful.  With nothing to do and being restricted to their room, the Talons mostly catch up on some rest as they wait for transport to reach it's destination.

A little over seven hours later, the Talons have finally landed and cleared customs.  The passing through customs seems overly long but Darvin quickly deduces that it is more due to the fact there is a non-human in the group than anyone being suspicious of the group.  In typical Imperial fashion, these custom officers enjoyed making the Gungan go through numerous repetitive and unnecessary procedures.  Darvin did not intervene as he knew that it would only cause more attention to fall on the group.  He was forced to keep quiet and hope Aryan could hold his temper.  Whilst the Gungan could easily snap both men's necks without any real effort, it wouldn't help their cause.

Finally the group was cleared, had reclaimed the case containing their weapons and were standing with it in the middle of the busy starport arrival area.  Even at this hour, the starport was teeming with people.  The group could see numerous tapcafs, public terminals and airtaxis all waiting for business.


OOC:  Well you've arrived and you've cleared the customs area and are now in the main starport thoroughfare.  All your weapons and weapon accessories (i.e. holsters, etc) are in the case one of you is carrying, better watch for bag snatchers!  You have also reclaimed any other gear you had (i.e. toolkits, etc).

Darvin tried not to look grim when the custom officers were giving Aryan a hard time, and he patted the Gungan on the shoulder when it was all done, and ushered him towards the others. "Alright folks, let's head home, and plan our next festivus," he grumbled. He turned toward Masters and Merreck, "Assuming of course we found a place?" First thing, he wanted the group roosted near the refinery to allow them to register all the hauler activity, visually recon the refinery, and start working out what local affiliations the refinerery had, if any. Any local business they dealt with would be scoped to see if there was a way to infiltrate it, or exploit it as a distraction. One of the first places he wanted checked was Phindar's port authority to see if the refinery filed any flight plans through there, if that failed they'd need to slice the refinery itself to get the flight details.

"Valan, carry the case with our stuff in it, and feel free to rap some heads if someone tries anything funny. The rest of you, I want you to check if there's someone giving us more interest than he should. Let's go."

Darvin will provide whatever bonuses he can with inspire confidence and coordinate.
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Xil nodded to Darvin to indicate he understood the instructions. It was not his operations and for the present was happy to follow directions.

He falls a few steps behind the rest of the group, observing those around them. He would have preferred to get his blaster out of the case Aryan was carrying, but that would have really drawn attention to them.

Merreck kept a straight face while the gungan was manhandled by customs. He remembered what the alien had done to pirates during the boarding action, but if he was nervous that Aryan would go nuts and rip someones arm off, then he didn´t show it.

Merreck answered Darvin about accomodations. "We´ve been on the ground for half an hour, and I´ve yet to reach a terminal, so no, I´m afraid we don´t have a place to stay yet. We´ll get on it, although I would suggest something to eat first."

In reply to Merreck Toluga (msg #32):

Darvin laughed, "What? The salted nuts they gave us on the flight didn't fill you up?" Darvin said with an amused grin on his face, "There are a few terminals around here that could do the trick, though the quicker we get home the better." Darvin didn't mind where they stayed...it could be a abandoned warehouse for all he cared. So long as it was discrete. "John, he said to Rann, "you had some ideas you wanted to discuss?"
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Devon had been very subdued all through their encounter with customs - his usual good cheer and amiable smile completely absent.  he'd only kept his bad case of the jitters under control by reminding himself repeatedly that Darvin surely knew what he was doing and besides, they were half a galaxy away from certain Imperial officers with very personal grudges...

Now though, the worst seemed to be over.  They were through customs without anyone having gotten shot or arrested, and the others had resumed their usual banter and good natured bickering.  Ambling along behind Darvin and Merrick, Devon began to perk up and pay more of an interest in the world around him.

SHeila will find a likely suspect for a terminal to get lodging and maps off of, something that owuldn't raise suspicions.  How much work does this take to find one.  (hopefully the maps will help us find a more private terminal close to the othe company.)

The droid follows along making generic droid noises, looking about at the crowd.  It doesn't seem particularly worried by the commotion of the starport, nor by the Imperial presence around them.

Aryan, with a stolic face, endured the thorough search without a word, having had simular treatment on other planets.  He Raises his eyes when he was given the all clear, and grabbed teh cases, giving the searching officers a glare before walking off, following Darvin.  Once out of ear range, hearing Darvibn's comment, he can't help but give a half smile. "Isa considered showing them all a very fasts way to the floor on some of the occasions...but thought better ofs it."

He walked at Darvin's shoulder and talked softly. "Isa going to be a few steps behind you Darvin...keeps your eyes open and if you hear me yell, duck. A case may coem towards you fast." The gungan slowed a little to stay a few steps behind, looking around with a serious look.

Merreck briefly glance at his growling stomach with a pained look. "No, the snacks we got are no substitute for a hearty breakfast. I´m famished. While Alice takes care of accomodations, how about I find us a place to eat here on the starport?"

Over hearing Merreck's suggestion "Sounds like a good idea to me Benjamin" he says as he steps back up to the group "We don't really want to rush finding a place to stay, and when we do there are plenty of transport options around to get there."

Finding somewhere to eat does not prove challenging.  There are 2 tapcafs and 3 restaraunts visible from the group's current location.  There is also a sign leading to a food court further down the terminus.

"As long as you find a place where the group can stay together," Darvin agreed good naturedly. "I don't want Alice to be left alone, and would rather everyone stay together. Last thing we need is playing parko molo throughout the krifing place." Did he have to add defendable? He hoped that Merreck would find them some place where they could see any trouble coming. He then turned towards Aryan and nodded, "I appreciate your restraint and professionalism. I'm glad I didn't misjudge you," he added. As gungan's went, he had never been a fan, but Aryan he liked. He had never had an escort like that before, either, and the gungan's presence sligtly behind him made him feel better. In fact he could get used to it... 'Now, now, Darvin old fox, doncha be getting some airs...' he reprimanded himself as he walked towards Sheila.

"Hi Alice," he said to her, using her cover, "you know what we're looking for? Let me know if you need some search parameters..."

Mika moves along with the crowd, keeping an eye out and trying to mentally convince herself that her name is now Winni Faraday.

"I could go for a good breakfast myself, though I can wait until we get a flop before we chow down if we need to stick together."

Shes flipping through the motel roster.  "How fancy you want?  HOw many rooms for the bunch of us? one night?"  She downloads the maps to her pad quickly while waiting for the response,