Transport to Phindar Prime had been arranged for the recon team for later that evening.  Given the trip would take around six hours it had seemed logical to leave late in the evening, sleep on the transport and hit the planet rested and ready.

Darvin had arrived first, having needed to talk to one of the custom officials he knew.  Using some contacts he'd made over the year, some skillful forging by Zyra and some credits in the right hands, they'd managed to get the Talons passage aboard an intersystem merchant freighter posing as a small group of security guards, specialising in transport of exotic goods.  Combined with false permits, it would allow them to carry basic sidearms within the Phindar system.

With everything prepared, Darvin could only wait for the Talons to show up.



OOC:  Since things had slowed down in the main thread I'm starting this new thread.  Please post to this thread when:

1.  You've finished what you're doing in the other thread (Darvin, I've pushed you along out of necessity)
2.  If you're going on this side mission (pm me if you're not)
3.  You've updated your equipment sheet (what's listed as carried is all you'll have)


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Darvin paced the docket platform where the Talons were expected to embark as the final vestiges of Phindar Five's sun waned over the eastern sky, announced by the tinge of dying purple and blues that made their dusk such a unique one. He breathed the air in deeply, loving the crisp coldness of the evening air.
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R2-A9 rolls up to the freighter, which presumably hasn't actually left for Phindar Prime yet, beeping and whistling absently as R2 units sometimes do.  Talking to itself?  Possibly.

Beeping what might be a greeting it rolls straight past Darvin and up the ramp into the freighter itself.

Aryan walks in, a heavy blaster pistol holstered at his hip and a wicked looking dagger strapped it his leg.  The gungan walks silently upto Darvin and simply nods to him.

Merreck enter the hangar, his blaster pistol, as usual, holstered at his hip. He has a sheathed knife at the other side of his belt. Today, his normally white hair is dark brown, and tied back in a pony tail to be out of the way. He walks into the hangar, then go to lean against a wall, waiting for the others.

Darvin nodded back, and studied the Gungan for a few heartbeats. "Not bringing anything else with you, Aryan?" Darvin asked finally when he didn't see any equipment, at least that he could tell right away. He figured at least check everyone before boarding to ensure that they wouldn't have any surprises later.
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The astromech immediately settles into a suitable location within the freighter.  R2-A9 is all charged and ready to go.

Rann walks in to the hanger his pistol in its holster at his side and carrying a backpack “okay I am ready to go, I have a few ideas I want to run by you on the way.” he said

Sheila shows up at the shuttle, pistol and kits in hand, peers around a bit, trying to see if everyone is here yet.    "Mr Sloan, do you have any contacts that would get us privacy on a terminal that I could use?"

Mika shows up, blaster holstered at he hip, belt holding a couple of power packs and a few other bits of equipment and a knapsack dangling over her shoulder.  She looks more tired than anything, having spent most of her time working on the 'Shrike.  Still, once they launched she'd have a few hours to catch a few winks.  But first, she had to poke around a bit and see what's what.

Xil passes Darvin and boards the shuttle, he has his blaster pistol holstered to his hip. The only other obvious piece of equipment that he has showing are his macrobinoculars Must remember to buy some extra bits and pieces he thinks to himself as he sits down.

He looks over to Rann and also reminds himself that he should mention to him again that he is will to add funds if needed to get his sniper rifle.

Ooc - sorry folks, been a busy few days

Given Aryan's mute silence, Darvin continued, "Well, you should consider bringing your Talon-comm link." He turned to the others, "Same goes for everyone. If you forgot your comm link, you might find it beneficial to go and get it."

He turned to face Sheila. "I'm sure we can arrange something in terms of a terminal," he said to her reassuringly, "by the way, you're allowed a blaster. If you're happy going without a weapon, that's fine, but I'd rather you were ready for some trouble in case things get hairier than a wookie's backside..." he said as Rann passed him. Darvin nodded his greeting and agreement, as he noticed the security kit and surveillance detector that Rann was carrying, and wondered if they had the necessary paperwork for them since they'd likely raise a few eyebrows.

Darvin mentally noted that Merreck, Mika and Xil were ok, and then wondered where Devon was. He glanced at his chrono, "Did anyone see Kimset?"
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A cheerful but tuneless whistling alerted the others to Devons presence several moments before the shipjacker came into sight.  Wearing his normal slightly grubby civilian garb, Devon has a blaster pistol holstered at his hip, a backpack slung over one shoulder and a mechanics toolkit in his other hand.

Nodding a cheery greeting to Darvin, Devon ambled further into the shuttle to find somewhere to store his stuff.

With everyone arriving who was planning to come, Darvin moved forward to usher them through customs.  It didn't take long, as the veteran customs official had done most of his work in advance.  The group were required to relinquish their weapons, which were transported in a locked case in the cargo section, but at least they were getting to bring them.

Soon the group was hunkered down in a crew dorm aboard a cargo freighter.  It was cramped and had only the most modest of facilities, with only eight bunks, one fresher and one wash basin in the way of comforts.  But it was private, and it would get them to Phindar Prime in good time.  It also offered them the luxury of wither sleeping or discussing the mission.

With a roar of out of tune repulsorlifts, the ship took to the sky and quickly broke orbit.

When they got inside the shuttle, Merreck looked around a bit, then asked Darvin. "Is it safe to discuss the mission here?"

R2-A9, standing firm on the freighter floor, swings its dome about, whistling and beeping to itself before looking over at the organic passengers.

When Devon had showed up, Darvin gave him a smile and followed him into the freighter. "I'm hardly the techno wizard to know if the place is bugged, or not," Darvin answered with a shrewd smile, "but I figure it'll do if we're discreet. What's on your mind?" Darvin had placed his gear on one of the top bunks, claiming it as his own, and then quickly let his feet dangle over the side.