"Perhaps you will be able to, at that," Cor's voice comes evenly.  "We are still on shore leave, technically, after all."  She's staying on the Ghtroc so whether he throws wild raging parties or not doesn't concern her overly unless he plans on throwing them on the ship.

Sheila says nothing, merely frowns a bit, when the party of the century is mentioned.

"And that probably makes this a good time to lay out some ground rules.  Yes, we are still on shore leave and like you I wanna relax and blow off some steam - but I aint gonna be able to do that if you jokers are causing too much trouble."

"So here's the rules.  When we aint running exercises and tests, feel free to go nuts.  Drink all day and grab ass all night - I don't care.  But don't go doing anything that's gonna end with"
Devon counted on his fingers
"Angry mobs, angry Hutts or angry Imperials.  I don't wanna have to bail anyone out of jail.  I don't wanna have to pay off any mobsters or bounty hunters."

Turning to Heigren, Devon continued.
"And Vyn?  you're last party was great - and if you wanna attempt suicide-via-party again, go ahead.  But do me a favour and do it some place where anyone who doesnt want to be involved aint gonna get a nasty surprise.  And yes, I know the 'nasty surprise' last time was because invites didnt get sent... and it wasn't your fault.  But work with me here, OK?"

"If you're gonna throw another party, give me some heads.  I'll want to get clear and to a minimum safe distance for the duration.". She smiles to take the sting out of her words, but it's clear that there's some seriousness beind her words.

Hearing the name of their next stop after the space station made Dohr raise his eyes from his hands to Devon.  He knew he’d heard right, but he still had to see if the human was kidding. Apparently he was not. The Kel Dor had to dig deep into his memory to find some details of Nar Shaddaa, but he did. He’d set his feet on the Smuggler’s Moon only once himself, but the doctor had heard more than a few tales and seen a few holovids of the place during his trips around the galaxy. Nar Shaddaa was not a nice place. It was probably the best place to go to when someone wanted to disappear for a while. But it was also way too easy to get lost for good on the pollution filled world…

It was a dangerous place and Dohr would have liked to avoid going back there. An associate of his had gotten messed in some business he should’ve stayed away from some seven years ago. The poor human had fallen for a Twi’lek girl, a sex slave, and tried to first buy and then steal her. It hadn’t ended up well for either of them. Shaking his head slightly for the bad memory, Dohr had a look around the hold. The mercenaries seemed like intelligent enough people, so they probably had a very good reason to go there. Apparently they really needed to get their hands on some supplies that couldn’t be found on any regular, neutral worlds. Something places like Det Akari or Nar Shaddaa had readily available and without imperial monitoring.

Dohr didn’t see a need to comment going to Nar Shaddaa and Hutt space, but he nodded his acknowledgement to Devon. As the human gave them the ground rules however, the Kel Dor would’ve rolled his eyes had it been possible for him. Drinking all day, grabbing ass… Not his cup of tea. And throwing a party in Vertical City might be incredibly foolish and dangerous unless big money was paid for security.

The doctor stood up, limped to the makeshift table, picked up a little something to bite and returned to his seat. ”You probably do not need to worry about angry imperials on Nar Shaddaa or even happy imperials for that matter. They have a presence on the moon, but they are pretty much sticking to themselves and staying out of the Hutts’ way. Probably wise. But I agree on getting one of the crime lords mad. That would be suicidal.”

”There is one thing about the place that is at the same time both good and bad for everyone… We do not have to worry too much about gun control on most areas. The districts where the high-ups live are tight, but many of the other areas have no rules whatsoever. So unless we head to Corp territory, no one should give a damn if a Cathar walks around carrying something huge and deadly called Nijel. Unfortunately of course that also applies for everyone else. So even the little crooks will probably be carrying.”

Location:  Space Station 1174-Alpha - Neutral Space



With the meeting effectively over, some people begin to move away while others stay and talk about Nar Shaddar and other stories.  The time passes quickly, with people catching up on rest, food, hygeine or just general rest.  Who would have thought shore leave could be so tiring?

It is a little less then four hours later when the Ghtroc makes dock at Space Station 1174-Alpha.  An unassuming name for a bustling place.  The space station is moderately sized and serves as a stopover point between Hutt Space, the Core and Rim worlds.  As such it sees a large amount of traffic, with species of all shapes and sized.  The odd Imperial vessel is seen, but nothing large enough to be a threat.  The station boasts several ship maintenance facilities, two casinos, more then a dozen eating establishments, a fully staffed medical centre and merchants of all kinds.  Deals can be done here, both legitimate and those less so.

Kyvarr is quickly taken to the medical centre with Devon who organises treatment and payment.  The medical staff assure them that Kyvarr will be out of treatment in six hours.  Passsengers have that long to play before heading on to Nar Shaddar.


OOC:  Pushed things forward.  You have six hours to kill docked at the station.  It has various shops and amenities but you might want to wait for any non-essentials.  Buying stuff here is like going on holiday and purchasing stuff at the airport.  You'll get a tenth the range and pay three times as much!  The ship will (assumedly - Devon will confirm) be leaving as soon as Kyvarr's treatment is done.  I'll give the post a few days then push on if nobody wants to do much here.

Since the ship was fully fuelled and serviced by Cor and her droids on Det Akari, there is no need for any work to be done on the Ghtroc.

"AE3 and AE5, please continue to patrol the ship.  All support droids to the recharge station.  CC9, you are on internal airlock guard.

"Have fun on the station," she adds to those going off the ship.

As soon as the boarding ramp is down and any customs cleared, Heigren disappears into the crowds and is lot to sight.

"ok..." Devon told everyone as they debarked.  "If you're not aboard when its time to leave, then I'll assume you ain't coming.  We leave in seven hours."
He had to yell the last sentence after Heigrens retreating form.

With Kyvarr safely delivered into the care of the medics payment agreed on and the medics givem a comm code they could reach him on, Devon ambled off into the station intent on getting a few questions answered, most of them of interest to no-one but him; his M4 droid, which now had 'Sev' freshly stencilled on its flank buzzing along behind him.
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Mika considers.  "Anyone want to grab a bite?  I'm not interested in any of those high class, snobby places just some decent comfort food type place.  Oh, and boss..." she responds to Devon, not wanting to use his name in ear shot of anyone who shouldn't be hearing it, "I'm not looking to be left behind.  If I'm not back on time, means I'm in trouble and you should come looking."

"We'll be sure to leave a nice note for whoever kidnaps you." Devon calls over his shoulder as he ambles off.
"if you're headed for a cantina I'll probably catch up with you in a bit."

Fiarr unexpectedly nods at Mika's suggestion.  "I'll come with you Kimy.  I promise not to steal your fries!"

1174-Alpha There were innumerable space stations around the galaxy and Dohr Veen certainly hadn’t even heard of the them all, let alone paid a visit. But 1174-Alpha was located in a strategically good place in the crossroads of traderoutes between three different “areas” of the known galaxy. It was naturally possible to get from the Core worlds to Hutt space via other runs, but this particular node happened to be on one of, if not the fastest and most used route. This was not Dohr’s first visit to Alpha.

The Kel Dorian was not in need of nourishment yet and his funds were currently fairly low, too low to allow him to purchase much anything in this place. Therefore there was only one thing drawing him out of the freighter - the Cathar warrior. ”I will go with Kyvarr. It is not that I do not trust the local medical staff, they have done their job very well before. And while you probably do not need me to hold your hand, I would be professionally interested in overseeing the process of your healing.”<b> The last words were obviously pointed at Kyvarr. <b>”And even if creds do most of the talking in a place like this and the surgeons are experts in their field, I believe it would not hurt to make sure everything goes as it should.”

In the event the Cathar accepted his company, Dohr headed of to the medical centre with her. They still needed Devon or some other merc with them to cover the costs, but from there on the Doc took over unless someone objected. He gave the receptionist nurse the details of Kyvarr’s injury and gave a cursory description of the events that had led to the state her leg was in right now. Dohr made sure to leave any details of the combat out of the story and simply mentioned the explosion at the hotel. It wasn’t the best of stories and the doctor had difficulties in hiding some parts while keeping from lying. He could only hope the receptionist cared more about the money than what had happened.

If needed, Dohr presented a holochip with the details of his medical career. He was quite adamant in demanding access to the observation room of the operating theatre. He was after all “her doctor” and had initiated the emergency care and wanted to his patient getting the best treatment possible.

The hospital staff accept Dohr's arrival with warm welcomes.  The medical and nursing staff listen to his pre-hospital care with intense interest and is subjected to a great deal of questioning by the surgical team whilst Kyvarr is in the admission area.

When Kyvarr is wheeled into theatre, Dohr is politely but firmly refused entry.  They gave him permission to wait in the recovery area, somewhere normally off-limits to visitors.  A burly Weequay orderly stood watch over the theatre to ensure Dohr stayed out.


OOC:  The staff treat Dohr will all the respect of a skilled medical professional but flatly refuse to let him in theatre.

"I'll go with to the hospital to verify the payment, if you like, rian,". Assuming g that's ok, Janine will go along to the hospital.  Once they are in the recovery area, janin will turn to dohr.  "Let's get something to eat.  They aren't going to let you watch.  We'll make sure we're back up when she comes out."  There should be a cafeteria here somewhere.

It wasn't exactly what he had planned to do, but a little snack with Janine would definitely not be worse a pastime that what he'd had in mind. He didn't even believe himself in his chances of finding what he was looking for on this space station anyway. Dohr nodded to the woman and smiled behind his mask. "Why not. They have my comlink id and promised to let us know when the operation is over. I am not really hungry yet, but it has been a few hours since we ate last. So perhaps we should indeed use the time wisely and eat. In any case I would enjoy a chat with you very much. In this short while I have gotten to know a little about you people and while I know you cannot reveal much anything about your organisation, it would be nice to get to know you better personally."

As they stepped outside, Dohr had a quick look around and dug into his memory. "Now, if I remember right, there should be a nice Corellian seafood restaurant just around the corner. A quiet and sophisticated place that serves dishes suited for my kind as well. And it is not overly expensive either. I am sure you will like it... If it still exists, that is."

The group seperated and went their own way.  Dohr was happy to find that his little Corellian restaraunt was still where he left it.  Their menu had extended slightly, but still held the seafood he had enjoyed on a previous trip.  He and Sheila were quickly ushered to a table.

Mika and Fiarr meanwhile had found a more relaxed dining experience at a local fast-food franchise.  The kind found on space stations throughout the galaxy, high on the fat, salt and sugar.  Just the thing for travellers wanting a quick bite.

Heigren had vanished into the crowds and had not been seen since.  Devon had similarly vanished into the shopping complexes.

Flash, Idaya and Cor had to date remained on the ship with the droids.

Unbeknownst to Kyvarr, she underwent intensive orthopaedic surgery before being moved to bacta.


OOC: Giving people a chance to do a little more on the station if they wish.  Don't forget at present, every 'group' has at least one Talon, who assumedly have their comms.  So all groups can contact other people as needed.  Well except Kyvarr who wouldn't answer even if she had a comm!

"Out of curiosity," Cor's voice comes over the intercom system, "do either of you intend to be leaving the ship, Forim, Idaya?"  She doesn't ask if CC9 is leaving.  He's a big droid.  He can handle himself.
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"Just checking our astrogation course for the next leg and going over a few things.  I may go for a look later."

It was a flimsy excuse.  Flash knew R2-A9 could do the job and he knew Cor knew it.  Still it was better then the truth at this point.

Mika kicks back.  "What looks good?  My treat."  For herself, she gets a mess of fried Corellian flatbread chips and some blue milk cheese dip, along with a large, Muja fruit fizz drink and some bar-b-que'd nerf ribs.

When they get a bit of distance away from the rest of the patrons and in between bites, she speaks in low tones.  "So, had any time to think about the job offer?"

Having eaten on the ship, Fiarr bypassed a main meal and purchased a 'Supernove Sundae', a massive concoction of different flavoured ice-creams, cream, nuts and a large pot of warmed chocolate sauce.  The Bothan had visions of long runs in her future to work off this indulgence.

As she savoured her first bite she considered Kimy's question.

"Time to think, absolutely.  However it is really no easier to know if I'm making the right choice then it was before.  Take how your team worries if my. . .affiliations will interfere with my duties.  I have to worry about what this job might require me to do.  We are working on a mutual trust."

"Still, I have been impressed by many things in your group, such as your kindness and charity.  I have been with you all only a few hours and already I have seen the team offer to pay all of Kyvarr's medical bills, I see Vyn offer a large sum of credits to a relative stranger with no expectation of reward.  I have seen Sola give you all droids."  She gestured at the M4 following Kimy.  "A most expensive gift no doubt.  Those things aren't cheap."

She waves at her sundae with a grin.  "And now you offer to buy me lunch.  Such charity."  She grins slyly.  "Of course you'll have to help me with this.  Since I didn't bring a man to eat half my dessert, you'll have to take on the role."

"Well, buying you a sundae doesn't quite compare to the other examples.  I guess I had it a bit easier than you, I didn't have anyone to be a possible conflict of interest.  We're just trying to make our risks as small as we can.  Trust can be a tough nut to crack.  Of course, the medical bills is just what's right.  You get hurt helping someone, it's only right they return the favor.".  She eyes the sundae a bit, "I wouldn't mind a taste...  Maybe even two."
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Fiarr turned the sundae bowl lengthways so Mika could easily access it and called for a second spoon.  Then she delved back into the conversation.

"I can certainly understand the medical bills, though I'm still highly pleased.  People don't always do the 'right' thing.  But I must say Vyn and Sola intrigue me.  Are they both naturally generous?  Do they generally supply your group with such lavish gifts or do you suspects an ulterior motive on their parts?"

Sheila ordered something off the menu, honestly, she wasn't paying a lot of attention to the menu,  "well, it will be nice to have a real doctor with us, I'm more of a first responder. I prefer to fly, I got my medical training under duress."
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Mika considers a moment.  "Well, Vyn....  He's just looking for his next party, whether it's like the one back, uh, before."  While there's probably nothing to worry with mentioning Det Akari, Mika still opts not to mention it by name.  "Or it's something a bit more personal.  I'd say one on one, but I suspect two on one, five on two, six on eight, or whatever is fair game.  He's a good time looking for a place to happen."  she chuckles.  While her ideas of a good time didn't mesh with Vyn's ideas, she still usually found him an amusing person to have about.

"Sola...  talk about tough nuts to crack.  I've tried to get to know her a bit, but she's pretty stand-offish.  She doesn't like being around others, at least nor more than a couple at a time.  Feels more at home with droids about then with us organic types.  She wanted in, but does everything to keep herself apart..."  Mika just shakes her head at her lack of understanding.

At a guess, she got the droids for her benefit, let's her interact with us better than comlinks and still let's her stay locked away in her private little bunker.  If you stick around, maybe you can help me figure Sola out."

Mika sighs.  If they don't get to stop using these damned aliases soon, she'd not be able to keep anyone's right name straight, probably even her own.
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