Mika continues to work with Catch, reviewing the footage the droid has in regards to their visitor.

Catch had caught maybe fifteen seconds worth of video and one sentence of audio from the intruder.  The video quality was quite poor as the lights had been off and Catch did not have upgraded recording features.

From the video Mika could see the man was tall, and was wearing a hooded cloak that covered his features. By the time Catch moved to put the lights on he'd already left.  Mika felt she had a better mental picture of the man than Catch had recorded.  It offered no real insight into the man and that was frustrating.



OOC:  Unless you have specific questions, there is little to learn from Catch's holorecording.

"Yeah, well I never was that smart."  Devon had replied, then more or less instantly regretted it as he tried to straighten up...

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With the ship once more in hyperspace, Devon sat slumped in the co-pliots seat, staring out through the canopy whilst Kyvarr flew the ship.  Occasionally he'd poke at his collection of bruises and wince.
He vaguely remembered offering to teach the Cathar how to fly, and thats what had prompted him to come up to the bridge, but so far she was doing a fine job without his help...  the Doc had insisted on running more tests on him, and was probably still hovering behind him like a med-bot with its anxiety meter dialled up to eleven.

"Know something?  Hope we dont have to fly combat when we arrive - we'd need to find a way to put a damn wheelchair in the cockpit for me..."

Devon spent a few moments thinking about some of the stuff aboard ship, and wondering what they were going to find when they arrived back at Fest.
"Hell, I'll settle for us not getting boarded an' inspected.  They'd bust us instantly.  So we drop into transmission range, receive any messages they've sent an' then decide what we're gonna do.  So how do we think they've done?"

The shipjacker managed a slightly pained looking grin.
"Or should I be saying 'how badly do we think its gone?'  Think anyones been arrested?  They'd have to be really tryin' to do worse than I did."

"I have set out destination to arrive well outside the Fest system, a good day or two sir.  I do not believe my skills as a navigator are good enough for such a feat.  In fact, now you're feeling better may I suggest we drop out of hyperspace and you program our route sir?"

She scanned the commander appraisingly.  "If you need an exercise routine to help you strengthen and help you heal, I can help with that sir.  I've developed plans for rehabilitation of wounded soldiers before sir."

Mika shakes her head, finding nothing new in Catch's video recording.  "Well, thanks anyway buddy.  It was worth a try."  After all, it wasn't the droid's fault that he wasn't a security model, or that the ships hardware was about the same on any run of the mill garbage scow.

Well, Heigren was busy, he'd chime in when he got some time, at least Mika assumes he will, he's awfully easy to distract with the right bait.  And Sheila...  Short of roaming the city and calling her name on every street corner, Mika wasn't sure how to find her.  She couldn't go buying anything worthwhile without getting the Imps on her tail and she didn't have any contacts anyway, though maybe Heigren does.

Having nothing better to do, she gets her datapad and starts making a wish list of things she'd like to do to the ship.

"Huh?  Yeah, sure.  Lets have a look.  I was trying to think what our next move should be, but not much we could do till we get in touch with the others..."  Sitting forward, Devon activated the co-pilots station and set to work.



"Right now I feel like standin' up is about as close as I wanna get to real exercise... which probably means I need to actually be doin' some.  Ok - we'll see what you got once we've sorted these nav plots out..."
A dangerous gleam came into Devons eyes.
"An' you were right earlier - I handled that fight all wrong.  Hell, normally I rely on not gettin' into a fist fight to begin with, but that's not the point.  Work some trainin' into that exercise routine, OK?  Next time someone who aint as good as you lands a punch on me, I want it to be because I let them."
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Sheila's voice came on the line suddenly.  " i'm done shopping, ill be home shortly.  I'm ok.  Eta about 20."
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Heigren gasped when he heard Sheila's voice.  His surprise turned to confusion when he heard her words.  "Uh, understood.  I'm very interested to hear about your. . .shopping trip.  I'll be back as quick as I can."

He quickly wrapped things up with the group he was with and headed back.  If he could arrange a lift with one of his new allies he would.

It took Sheila closer to thirty minutes to make it back to the ship but she did so without incident.  Heigren, managing to secure transport from one of his contacts was back a good ten minutes before her.  Coupled with the message Mika had received from Devon's team, everyone except Fiarr was accounted for.



OOC: Heigren and Sheila are back on board with Mika and Catch.  Fiarr has not made contact since she left the ship.  Mika/Catch, you know Devon's team is heading towards Fest and should arrive in less than 12 hours.  Thought I'd give Mika's team time for a chat and any plans before 'fast forwarding' until Nebula Drifter drops out of hyperspace and makes comm contact.
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Heigren stared at Sheila for a while, waiting for her, for anyone to speak.  Finally impatience won out.

"So what the hell happened Sheila?  You call for help then go silent for all that time?  I thought the Imperials had you."

Parked in the corner of the room and plugged into a ship-status SCOMP panel, Catch sat silently with the patience only a droid can have, although it did spin its dome head to focus a sensor on Sheila when Heigren blurted his question -   apparently even the R2 wanted to know what had happened.


However, before Sheila could do more than draw breath, the droid suddenly warbled quietly, then raised its voice in an  unmistakable 'pay attention to me' whistle.

[Language unknown: "Nd  tha tedul ratnceaveund ut ac stiose waasmievai dicefohees romla al Atisst Ivivha u con tres oupele onscomith weck eeet'prac se on whol ndemanthe ounamelatall m ripool rutardson.  Mautpa kor thhailou an ichrutsonionera wehetope. Tinsheatisetour outeraeraons.  Ioekut adnaof san esteen-yineve p thio nghe fipaon."]

On the wall next to Catch, a large monitor came to life and an image formed on it, laced through with the typical distortions and static one expected to see in a message transmitted over such distances.  It was a still image of Devon sat at the comms panel on Drifters bridge - and the shipjacker had clearly run afoul of someone:  several painful looking bruises and a black eye left the shipjacker looking like someone who had taken their speeder to the crushers and forgot to get out...

The image came to life as Catch played back the message.

"Drifter calling, this is Rian. Hey guys, hope you've had a better time than we did... don't ask about the bruises."
The corellian winced as he shifted position.
"So yeah - in between getting my ass beat, we drew a blank.  No work to be found.  Unless you guys have done any better, we're gonna have to look elsewhere.  Waiting to hear back from you.  Drifter signing off."

Dohr spent most of the jump time in the med bay rearranging things so that everything would be more easily accessible when, not if, they would be needed the next time. He would not always have the luxury of having Kyvarr or Sheila around after all. The rest of the time, when not asleep, the Kel Dor spent with the others in the cockpit. From the look on Devon’s face, it was clear the human thought Dohr was there just to make sure he was still breathing. But even if he was, it wasn’t the only reason…

Dohr, who was not a pilot by a long shot and probably would never be, thought it wouldn’t hurt to study how a spaceship was operated. Sure he had an idea of how to make the ship go where he wanted it to, but there was so much more to flying one in combat or atmosphere or inside a space station. And astrogation… it seemed like something better left for droids to worry about. Trying to bend his mind to understand the hyperspace lanes and faster than light jumps was too time consuming for the Doc. He was a smart man, but he needed his brain capacity for other things. Computers on the other were something the Kel Dor had been forced to use a lot in his work. While nothing like a professional, he might be able to be of some use in an emergency situation. Yet, he had a lot to learn and spending time in the cockpit with Devon and Kyvarr seemed like a good chance to suck in some knowledge.

Lost in thought looking at the ship’s monitors, Dohr raised his head as the Cathar and human spoke about some physical exercise. ”It is not a good idea to undertake any physical exertion right now. Although I managed put everything back in its place, fix a rupture here and tear there, sudden stress might still reopen the wounds and cause internal bleeding. Tomorrow or the day after at the latest will be a different matter altogether. It is only the next 24 hours you must take things easy. Ok?”

Heigren turned to look at Devon's transmission then turned back to the others.  "So you going to talk about what happened?  Or do we make contact with Devon first?"

 "We need to get there.  Is everyone here?  This is time sensitive."  Sheila glanced around.  "I made a contact, or rather they made one with me."

Heigren looked confused.  "Get where?  Get to Devon?"

Sheila frowned,  "Yes, yes to Devon.  Did anything happen while I was out?  The people who picked me up knew I was connected to this ship, I don't know if they tried to make contact with any of the rest of you."  Of course if the  one group had made those connections, probably the imperials had too.   "If they made that connection, maybe others less friendly did too,"

Heigren did his best to keep up with Sheila's half-talk.  Why did women always do that?  "Picked you up?  You mean abducted you right?"

He sighed and looked to Mika.  Perhaps she understood what was going on.  "My contacts in one of the local resistance groups know nothing about Vader's fleet stopping here. There's no way a fleet that size wouldn't have been noticed.  I don't think there's anything left to keep us here.  Maybe we should meet up with Devon like Sheila says."  Maybe the commander could get some answers too!
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Mika waits to get a word in edge-wise.  "When I got back here, we had a visitor on board.  He wanted to know point blank if we support or oppose the Empire, so I told him we oppose.  When I finally got him to answer any questions, he said that he was a former general, a former Jedi, a former drunk and now he hunts the Empire.  He also wanted to know about our interest in Vader's fleet, I told him that we were looking for some friends.  When I got your comms Sheila, sounded like you were in trouble, so I gave him the bums rush so I could get him off the ship and focus on Sheila's needs, but I didn't manage to accomplish anything.  I did tell him that if he wants to continue the discussion later, I could meet him where I had dinner earlier, tomorrow an hour after noon."

Mika hadn't meant to be so chatty, but concern over Sheila and her inability to do a damn thing about it had left her with some excess nervous energy and it just all sort of poured out.

"Keep in mind, the fellow had some time unsupervised in the ship, I've not found any tampering or anything, but you never know."

Catch hooted and whistled in response to Mikas comment:

[Language unknown: "Pr nceyinour il stiselivmi ul utusce inghouons thewiltho thoas leher ce pl pl Is nteartaveder ndeoutard strconesstha, ousartthu K ac ivli loth li naom dilo wh verstaour undthaers somavekor larugh'antons.  Tr Ulivol ca uspaenil eshaniekac it oerss unons O foteisli Ti ckca'dihe p thou t waei telo'erhawh ec I nteck ieac.  Ur ti itet k os pa osleetpe?"]

"You're the boss, Doc." Devon answered easily.  "I wanna feel better, not worse."

Sighing, Devon sat back in his chair for what would be - for him at least - a long wait.
"There's not a huge amount we can do till they reply to our message... even if they respond the moment they get it... it's gonna take several hours before that response reaches us..."

He tried not to fidget; fidgeting hurt.

In reply to R2-B7 'Catch' (msg # 405):

"What did he say?"  Indicating catch.  "And what did the guy look lik?"

In response to Sheila's query about the visitors identity, Catch warbled cheerily and aimed its bolo-projector toward the table the Talons were gathered round and projected an image - the Droid had clearly recorded its entire encounter - brief though it may have been - with the visitor.

PM

Heigren watched Catch's holo-projection.  "Never heard of a 'former drunken Jedi general' before.  Think he was just selling you a line?  Still he managed to get on and off the ship without too much trouble so there's something to him."

"In that case sir we'll work on some stretches and breathing exercises until the Doc gives you clearance for more strenuous training."

Now Devon had the bridge, Kyvarr went to check on the fighters. With Devon wounded, it would be her and Dohr manning the fighters if there was trouble. She didn't expect any, but best to be ready.