Zyra leads Arin to the refresher station.  "Better get in before the others think to use them.  There's clothes in the cupboard next door.  I'm sure they'll fit you better then they fit me.  Though I'm sure that body glove of yours looks appealing too."

She gives him a knowing wink then adds.  "I strongly recommend you keep to the port cargo area when you're done.  There are too many refugees who would have negative feelings towards you, justified or not.  The trip is only going to be a few hours.  Besides, you'll get to meet my colleagues and they're an. . .interesting bunch."

"I'll be around somewhere if you need me." she says before walking off, leaving Arin to wash and change.

Having received no answer from Devon Cor just sort of half-shrugs and closes herself in a private berth for a while.

Arin glanced a slit smile at Zyra and proceeded to getting put of the armor and in to the refresher. He emerged a moment later and slipped in to a nondescript jumpsuit that was a decent fit, as well as a pair of utility boots he had managed to scrounge from the closet. He piled up the Stormtrooper armor and stuck it in to the closet to wait for better days.

What came to the refugees, Arin was not overtly concerned. Raana and the few others who had seen his face he had let escape and despite the fact, they had armed themselves in his presence, none of them had tried anything.

Arin sat down across the table from Rann. "Well, I might, but I don't have any credits. Kind of left them in the pocket of my other uniform." The statement was followed by a slight grin. "We can play for no charges, though, to pass the time."

An attractive young humanoid with red skin and pinkish-purple hair moved up to the sabaac table.

"Did someone say sabaac?  Count me in."

He pulled up a chair and sat.

"Name's Heigren, homeless refugee at your service.  What's the opening bet?" his tone was congenial and friendly.
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“ I don't mind play no charges” Said Rann as he did the tatooine shuffle. “any one else?” he asked to those around the port hanger.

"Of course, if either one of you wouldn't mind lending me a credit or two..."

The comment was followed by a grin. It was apparent, this newcomer had very little right now in any sort of possessions. "I can pay you back once I make contact with some people, or should I win, you get yours back."

Cor soon returns to the cockpit, after only a few minutes (and not the few hours she originally specified).  Sitting herself down at the syscomms station she speaks over the ship-wide intercom.

"Passengers and crew please note the cockpit is off-limits to all unauthorised personnel.  There will be a droid standing guard outside the cockpit entrance to assist passengers and staff in heeding this in the case of a misunderstanding."  Her voice is calm, pleasant, very much an airport announcement kind of voice.

With that she taps her commlink and speaks a few words into it, in her native Umbaran. 

Once she's done Cor then closes and locks the cockpit door.

The huge battle droid stomps its way to the cockpit door and stands guard outside.

"So, what's the story with that chick and the droid? That droid is a nasty one and the girl seems to have nearly as poor sense of humor as the droid", Arin said grinning.

Mika had taken a look at the passengers when she helped get them on board.  But as soon as that was done, she headed back to the engineering bay.  If there was nothing else to pull her attentions, then she'd start working her way through the computers and see what it would take to slice new command codes, and a new transponder recording.  It didn't make sense to steal a ship and have it retain it's old name and registry.

With the ship safely in hyperspace and the autopilot happily monitoring their course, Devon stood up from the controls and stretched.  He glances over at Cor.
"Ok, I'm gonna go see how Mika's doing and then maybe scare up something to eat.  Want anything?"

Unlocking and opening the cockpit door, Devon looked back at Cor and grinned.
"You are going to let me back in, right?" he asked jokingly.

"I'll loan you some credits." the Zeltron tells Arin.  "Raana tells me you saved her life and that's good enough for me.  I'll sport you a thousand credits.  You can keep any winnings and I'll cover your losses.  Sound okay to you?"

When Arin talks of CC9 and the girl he hasn't met he shrugs.  "I'm in the dark as much as you.  All I know is they saved my life, the life of many of my friends and now they're flying us offplanet, hopefully to somewhere we can rebuild, far away from Imperial space.  If that's the case, they can be as humourless as they like.  Of course maybe it's the whole Imperial Stormtrooper bit.  I can tell you a few of my travelling companions would happily stick a vibroblade in your belly.  Mine too probably when they hear I'm gambling with you."  He says it all with a smile and a tone full of humour.  Heigren is clearly someone who always looks at the positive in life.

He turns to Rann.  "So what's your story?  Let me guess.  We have an Imperial stormtrooper sitting next to an alien 'terrorist'.  Hmmm, that must make you a Hutt crime lord?  Jedi Master perhaps?"



OOC:  Heigren is suggesting the stake be set at 1000 credits.  Anyone want to get in on this?
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Cor smiles tiredly and shakes her head.  "No, thank you, no food.  I will be pleased when we get back to the Nightshrike, though.  And certainly I will let you back in - unless Ms Jax tells me not to.  Perhaps she would like some alone time with her new fiance, mmm?"

(( OOC:  I don't even have 1000cr! ))

“Sorry Heigren, 500cr is the limit here” Rann told him after whistling
mental note Heigren is rich

SHeila glanced up as the wookie approached, she'd been looking at the speeder that they had just stolen from the rental place.  Well, at least Mika would probably get her money back.  That was the best that could be said for the situation.  THis was her fault, she should have been able to come up with a  place for them to go before going in, and then they couldn't have been  caught like this and Aryan wouldn't be dead.

In answer to the wookiw, she stuttered a little. "Um, yeah,  Just a second. " She got onto the come.  " 1, 9, one of the refugees would like to talk to the commander.  Grayrhynn,"  She probably mutilated his name.  "The wookie.  In the hangar bay,"

Heigren smiled broadly and began shuffling the cards.  "Five hundred it is.  You still didn't tell me about yourself.  While you're at it, tell about that tasty human who headed to engineering a few minutes ago.  Oh and that pretty one over there near the speeder too."  He gestures towards where Mika had disappeared into engineering before waving his arm towards Sheila.
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Zyra's voice came back over the comm.  "Understood.  Unless it's an urgent matter he'll have to wait until we rendezvous with the Nightshrike.  I am busy tying up some loose ends from our escape."

"Speaking of that, I need you to organise some transfers.  I'm listing supplies that will go with the refugees.  Grab whoever you need and ensure these are transported to the starboard bay or the escape pod.  The critically wounded will be transferred to the Nightshrike for treatment along with the Talons."

"Can you also start researching Gungan funeral rites?  We should honour our friend the best we can don't you think?"



OOC:  The supply list comes up on your datapad.  It's long and varied.  Some weapons from the stormtrooper speeder, all the food in the galley (and the food prep unit), mechanical supplies from engineering, even all the clothes from the passenger berths. 
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Arin grinned slightly. "Alright, then. 500 credits will do for me - I don't want to lose too much. Shall we set the limit per single game to 50 credits, then?"

Arin calculated his chances in his head. He had no possessions and the refugee had promised to cover his losses up to 1000 credits. If he had any luck, he could walk off the table with over a thousand credits, which would most certainly come in handy for buying necessities.

Exilim had remained sitting in the imperial speeder for a few minutes after it had been taken aboard the freighter. He was in a reflective mood now that they had managed to escape. A lot had happened in the course of a day and he knew that the Commander was not going to be happy about a lot of it. Not only had they not completed their primary mission on planet, but they had also lost people.

Looking around the imperial speeder he sighed deeply before heading out. He allowed himself some time to move through and take in the layout of the cargo area of the freighter, noting where various groups had positioned themselves. He had reached the spot where Rann was holding his sabacc game when he heard the comms chatter between Sheila and Zyra. He had intended using the fresher, but work came first, he would try to make time later.

Over the comm "Nine, Four - please send the information to my datapad as well so that I can also get started on the transfers."

Devon sniggers at the fiance comment.
"Who knows?"  Grinning at Cor he stepped back through the open door and thumbed the button to shut it.  Turning round, he nearly walked straight into CC9s' massive armoured form.  Slipping round the battle droid, Devon looked up into its impassive face.
"I would say something about not sneaking up on people, but I imagine this one was my fault..." he pauses for a moment.  "Anything?  no?  Guess not."  After waiting expectantly to see if the battledroid would spontaneously develop a sense of humour, Devon sighed and ambled off down the corridor.  "My genius is totally wasted on these people..." he grumbled as he headed for the galley.

A few minutes later Devon emerged carrying two mugs of caf and a plate of munchies with a pastry gripped firmly between his teeth.  The engineers staple diet he thought with some satisfaction as he headed to engineering.

Nodding to Mika, Devon plonked the plate and one of the mugs of caf down next to her.  Sitting on a handy crate, Devon munched on his pastry for a second before looking round at Mika.
"Not our best day ever, right?" he asked her, sounding tired.

Cor sits by herself in the cockpit for a while, staring at the syscomm screens.  These past forty-eight hours most certainly hadn't gone the way she had expected.  The loss of a team mate sits ill with her, and while she tries not to focus on it too much just yet the awareness of the viewports of the ship gnaw at her nerves until she finds herself casting about for something - anything - to think about instead.

"You are not built for this, Ms Lambar," she mutters to herself, and pulls her datapad out.  She briefly considers checking a few of her assets but finally decides against it.  External transmissions linking the ship to her belongings don't seem like a good thing to be allowing just now.

Instead she starts sketching up some designs and plans for a model of droid that's been bumping about in her head for a little while now.

Just a small droid, a little thing - but useful.

Mika turns as Devon enters the engineering bay and gives him a nod.  She's obviously been hard at work, panels open, connections routed between the computer core and Mika's data pad.  Her stylus in hand is poised over the data pad.

She hadn't realized she was hungry until Devon set down the refreshments, but as soon as he does her stomach starts rumbling.  "Hey, thanks."  She pauses to take a bite, followed by a sip of the caf.  "I don't know, we didn't do all that badly.  I've heard bits and pieces though that maybe the others weren't so lucky."

She gives a shake of her head, not wanting to get distracted with such matters.  "I'm working on slicing the command codes for the ship.  I'd like to take a crack at the transponders, but I doubt we got time for that.  Oh, that reminds me..."

She activates the ships comms, "Bridge, 10 here.  The transponders are going to be a tough nut to crack.  Better pick our landing sites pretty carefully until we get it sorted out."

“ I know who I am and I know the female members of this crew” said Rann as he started dealing the cards out to a three of them “ you will have to ask the women them yourself” he told Heigren “ yes a 50cr limit each game sounds fair” he told Arin and Heigren.
mental note Heigren is a womaniser and Arin someone who like to play fair

Heigren looked suprised.  "So secretive.  You wont tell me about yourself and wont tell me about the women.  What's the big secret?  You're sleeping with them?  They're your sisters?  Maybe both?"

The Zeltron started making mental notes.  'Secretive, evasive.  Likely plans to betray us to the Empire or sell us into slavery.  May have to kill him.'

The expression on his face remains a bright smile as he plays, betraying nothing about his hand.

In reply to Mika Trake (msg # 36):

"Yeah, I think we had the easiest time of it." says Devon quietly.  He sits staring at his feet for a few moments, thinking about how - not for the first time - they'd had to leave people behind.  At least this time they'd managed to recover Aryans body...

He took a big swallow of caf and tried to force his mind back onto their current situation.
"Ok, tell you what - lets call this" he tapped the plate of munchies "break time and then I'll head back to the bridge and see if we cant get those command codes cracked between us.  With the access we already have and any help Cor and A9 can give, maybe we can crack it before we finish this jump - we've got a couple of hours before the first course change."