Re: Act 7.1: Telos Sector
Devon was sat on the edge of Moonshadows cargo-ramp, swigging from a bottle and watching as his DUM droids carried a succession of various sized boxes up into the ships cargo bay.
When Catch arrived, Devon patted the R2 on top of its dome-shaped head.
"Good to see you, buddy. Thanks for sorting the docking clearances. Do me a favour and make sure the DUMs get this stuff set up properly - I want it in the cargo bay, port side rear corner. Make sure its anchored securely and wont come loose - everything you need should be in the boxes."
The R2 warbled a cheery affirmative and rolled up the ramp into Moonshadows hold.
Devon stood up and stretched, then ambled over to meet Kyvarr and Fiarr. Behind him, Catch could be heard hooting orders at the DUM droids.
"Welcome to Midway. I wasn't actually expecting you guys on the ground for a few hours, but it seems that Catch called ahead and paid your docking fees in advance."
Devon gave the pair a faintly embarrassed look. Clearly he thought that Catchs actions were something he should have thought to do himself.
"If you guys had a flight in anything like mine, you're gonna want to stretch your legs... so unless you dug up something I need to know right now, we'll leave the planning sessions till everyone's had a few hours to unwind."
Devon fiddled with his datapad as he talked, sending the same message to all the other Talons:
Unless anyone has urgent news, we'll meet aboard the Wayfarer in three hours. Until then, do what ever you want, but stay out of trouble.