Devon alternated between fiddling with his datapad and nodding agreement with what Sheila was saying - he had no idea how the Imperial Navy actually handled the sort of situations they were discussing, but he knew how the Talons did, and how many chances they'd given Arin.

"Yeah" he said quietly.  "Maybe you think it ain't fair that Flash don't trust you? Well he's in charge of security... its his job to be suspicious of everyone."  Devon grinned  "Flash is brash, a loudmouth, and doesn't hide what he thinks with pretty words.  But if he says he's got your back, then the bad guys are gonna have to kill him before they can get you.  And if you did go down in a fight, he WOULD come back for you."

"Oh and just a thought: if we're ALL going for drinks, we better invite Flash too.  i'm serious, can you imagine what he'd think if he wasn't invited?"



OOC: minor edit.
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"Nobody here knows Flash as well as Mr. Kismet does," Cor points out via her droid.  "If anyone can make comment on his motives it would be Mr. Kismet.  Now," she adds in an entirely reasonable tone, "while we are all aware this issue is not yet fully resolved perhaps we can let it lie for the moment, yes?  I, of course, will not be coming out for a drink but I hope you all have a very pleasant time.  Ms. Masters, I can easily set a rotational feed so that any droid within visual line to Ms. Trake can send observational data to 2-1B-D3.  Should he feel there are any undue emergencies he can deal with them and I can comm you immediately.  Does that sound ideal?"

"You have a point on that, should invite Kimi too, but she shouldn't be indulging.  Although I need to get arin drunk alone."   She turned to the droid.  "Thanks, Cor, that should do."

Heigran was next on the list.

Alone? Devon raised his eyebrows in puzzlement, then shrugged.

"Well, I'm gonna go stow my bike properly.  Gimmie a shout when it's time to leave."
Still fiddling with his datapad, Devon ambled off to the cargo bay.
Having lowered the cargo ramp, Devon moved his bike up into the Ghtrocs cargo bay and locked it in place against one wall, out of the way.  He spent several minutes carefully wiping dust from the bikes bodywork and then stood back to admire his new toy with a very smug feeling before closing the cargo ramp and wandering to the galley in search of a snack.

"I'll stow my swoop and we'll see about the drink", Arin said. He wasn't much of a drinker, even though he had had his wild parties in his youth. Now, even less than before, he was in a position to get inebriated, but there was a talk about a drink in singular - maybe that was going to be all, even though Sheila talked about getting him drunk.

While the others sent off to their new toys, Sheila thumbed the talon com to heigran.  "Give me a call when you've done, there have been developments."

Heigren calls back a minute or two later.  Wherever he was calling from had a lot of music in the background and many people talking.   "Hey babe, what's up?  You seal the deal with that spunk at the cafe yet?"
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Over the Ghtroc's speakers Cor's voice can be heard.  "Does anybody know how the sale of our gains from the last venture are going?  I have... intentions for my share of it."

In reply to Heigren (msg # 45):

"no.  I went to the race, they all have new toys, but kimi got hurt.  She'll be okay, she needs to take it easy for a couple days, and her new toy needs fixing, and we're having teamwork conversations."  There was an odd emphasis on the last two words.

"Conversations.  Sounds positively. . .boring.  Glad to hear Kimi's okay though.  She'll be a looker when she finishes growing up."

"So what is it you want me to do?"

Janine was clearly hinting at something but she was being too vague, even for a wily Zeltron to figure out.

In reply to Heigren (msg # 48):

"Well, she won't put up with me hovering, so the rest of us are going out for a drink.  Are we still on for tonight?  Hopefully nothing else will happen, so I can go out. I'll tell you the rest whenever we get together."

"Drinks huh?  I'm always up for those.  Where and when are you going and I'll try to meet up."

"Reservations are still the same for tonight.  It would be a shame to put your dress to waste."
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With the decision made to go for drinks, the group heads out.  Having not frequented the various drinking establishments on planet, the group decided for ease to head to one of the bars within the spaceport, the one sporting the least traffic.  Sheila sends a message to Heigren, letting him know where they are.

The team found a suitable booth in a corner where they could talk undisturbed.  They quickly spotted Flash sitting at the bar.  He had a pint of Lomin Ale before him, barely touched.  He was absorbed in writing something on a datapad and hadn't noticed the Talons come in.


OOC:  A shipjacker, ex-Imperial and a slicer walk into a bar. . .

Time to make some plans for the next few days.  Only thing on your agendas at the moment is an (optional) meeting with Mark and Zyra tomorrow evening.  Other than that your two weeks are entirely yours to do what you will with.

Mika up to you if you change your mind and go with them. 

Heigren, you can turn up any time.

Flash is at the bar, but is too absorbed in whatever he's writing to have spotted the Talons in their booth.

Rian was already part way down his first glass of lomin ale.  He stared at the ceiling contemplatively for a few moment.
"Today... was an interesting day.  Had its ups and downs." he said to no-one in particular, then spotted Flash over at the bar. "I'm gonna drag him over." he told Rathon and Janine.
"You guys gotta bury the hatchet somehow, right?"

Topping up his glass from the pitcher he'd ordered, Rian picked up his drink and ambled over to the bar.  He settled on the barstool next to Flash and when the Duros didnt react to his presence immediately he waited a few moments more before saying conversationally:
"If you don't drink that, I'm gonna.  Shame to waste it."

He grinned disarmingly as Flash looked up.
"Look, if you're done writing incident reports, how about you come join us?  we got a booth over in the corner there.  Vyn's on his way, I think, and Sola might be sending one of her droids along.  Dunno if Kimy's gonna show or just stay back at the ship - depends how she feels, I guess."

Flash spoke briefly to Devon before nodding and standing.  He grabbed his drink in one hand and his datapad in the other.  He followed Devon to the table and sat down, nodded a greeting at Sheila and then went back to working on his datapad.
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Cor goes back to doing whatever it is she does when she's locked away in her room (which is most of the time).  As nobody's actually answered her question she doesn't reiterate it and simply gets on with the business of being her.

After getting the tools and such together, Mika moves them in small, comfortable hops to the area where she'd parked the swoop.  Step one was to sit and enjoy a bit of the stimulating drink she got from the ship.  Step two was to get that bent steering vane off the swoop.  Then she'd have to straighten it, or maybe just replace it completely.  Having been twisted already, it would be more prone to twisting in the future.  A new piece then, but first get the old one off.

It took a bit.  Su's work had left if very solidly attached and twisting it out of true only made it all the hard to remove.  After a bit, Mika accepts that she wasn't going to do it as a solid piece and opts for a laser cutter and small plasma torch.  A bit later, she has it free.  Making sure the mounting for the vane doesn't need extra attention right now, she makes a mental note that she'd have to realign the thing later.  But first, she had to find a suitable steering vane replacement.  Anything that was durable and light-weight with just the right amount of give would work.

07:38, Today: Mika Trake rolled 23 using 1d20+17. Repair Check.

Heigren arrives at the cantina a few minutes after everyone else.  He wanders over to the table and frowns.  "This won't do at all."  He heads over to the bar, selects a decent bottle of Corellian whisky from those on display and points.

"The bottle and four glasses my good sir."

Receiving said bottle and glasses, the Zeltron returns to the table, pours out a generous serve of the whisky for each person and then hands the glasses out.

He raises his glass in a toast.  "Your health."  He then knocks back his half-filled glass in a single swallow and considered the glass.   "Well it's no Whyren's Reserve, but my funds are running a little light unfortunately.  Still it's not a bad drop."

He refills his glass.  "So what have I missed?"

Arin wasn't exactly thrilled about Flash joining them - on the contrary, he seemed a bit reserved though not exactly hostile. He was uneasy with the Duro at the table and would have preferred to settle the score with him in private, rather than sit at the same table with him and the other Talons before the things had been talked over. But there was no running away from this, not anymore. It felt a bit like a betrayal or ambush as Arin had thought, they'd go down to a bar just the three of them and have a drink or two, just like Sheila had said. He joined the toast in silence.

Flash raised his glass to Heigren's toast.  "Your health." he repeated, speaking for the first time since joining the table.

When Heigren asked about their adventures the Duros shrugged.  "We bought some swoops and raced 'em.  Kimi crashed but is okay.  Rathon won the race.  Pretty impressive given the antiquated junker he was racing."

He looked at the whisky in his glass, he'd only sipped a little when the Zeltron toasted their health.  "Whisky aint bad."

He turned his attention back to his report.

Heigren stared at Arin closely for a long while.  "You win the race and undoubtedly the prize and the adoration of the fans yet you look like someone just sold your family into slavery.  Something you'd care to share Rathon?"

As he speaks, Heigren tops up Rathon's glass to the brim before filling his own.

"Just not exactly my day, save for winning the race", the ex-Imperial said. "Let's leave it at that for now." Having said that, Arin poured the drink down his throat with a single swig. If he was going to talk to Flash, he didn't want that much audience - he preferred handling the whole thing in private. And besides, it might be, the Duro wouldn't care talking to him right now either.

Rian sniffed at the whiskey and then raised his glass to Heigren with an appreciative grin.

"Not bad at all." he said as he set down the glass.  Rian glanced sideways at Rathon - "Yeah, he's just sore cos he knows he bought the wrong bike."
He leaned forward conspiratorially. "I mean, seriously - wait till you see it." he said in a stage whisper.

Rian sat back and reached for the whiskey glass again.
"Hell, wait till you see mine.  That thing is the bike I've wanted since I was about... this big."
He waved a hand, indicating the height of a much younger version of himself.
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"Yet he won and we lost."  Flash commented without looking up from his datapad.

Heigren raised an eyebrow slightly at Arin's drinking of a full glass of whisky in one shot.  Humans usually lacked the constitution for such hard drinking.  He quickly refilled Arin's glass for him.  The bottle wouldn't drink itself.

He knew Arin didn't want to talk about it but when you'd lived with thirty other people in a warehouse barely big enough for ten, secrets do not tend to last long, nor are they a good idea.  Well 'lived' he corrected himself.  More than half his 'family' was now dead thanks to Arin's former squadmates.

"Come come now Rathon.  You're among colleagues here.  You're on paid vacation on a world where you can do pretty much what you like.  Nobody here is out to kill you.  You just beat a bunch of veteran racers, including the Duros there who I would have bet on, in a swoop race and you're having a bad day?  What could possibly be so bad?"