"All things in time, dear boy," Cora said. She moved away from him.  "In the meantime, sleep."

Jawn felt an overwhelming exhaustion come over him and he fell onto his bed.

OOC Anything you want to dream about.

Jawn's dreams tumbled from one subject to another.  First he was being dragged in a net by Ardulla the Hutt, then dancing with Maddie, then being charged by a horned beast.  He woke up in a dead sweat.

"Are you okay?" Nell asked, jumping back, Jawn just now realizing she was in the room.  "You didn't respond when I messaged you."

"Yeah, well I thought I was supposed to have this room to myself, but when I came in this crazy dame was here; said her name was Cora." Jawn ran his fingers through his sweat-drenched hair.  "Somehow she wrenched my blaster out of my hand, then after spouting some nonsense, somehow made me go to sleep."

"What are you talking about?" Nell asked.  "Your blaster is right there."

Nell pointed to the bedside table where Jawn's gun was neatly placed and disassembled.

"Yes, I can see that it's there," Jawn replied, trying not to get frustrated.  "But what I'm saying is I didn't put it there.  And I certainly didn't disassemble it.  I told you Cora took the blaster out of my hand, not out of my room.  I don't know what she did after she put me to sleep."

"Perhaps you need to see the doctor again," Nell said, looking concerned.  "Maybe smoke inhalation or the heat got to you."

"Look, I don't need to see the doc..." Jawn started, wiping his hand over his face, before trying another tactic.  "Are you saying you don't have anyone named Cora on your crew?"

"We don't."  Nell looked at Jawn, concerned.

"Look, let's just forget about it," Jawn said frustrated.  He picked up the blaster parts from the table and started to assemble them.  "Do you have an assignment for me?"

Nell continued giving Jawn a concerned look but continued on.

"Yeah, we've pulled some information off of that Inquisitor's ship," she explained.  "He's apparently some sort of paranormal investigator for the Empire.  Tracking down cults and the like.  We want to send you to some of these places and see what he's found."

"Because I haven't had enough weird encounters in the last standard day!" Jawn said sarcastically.  Then, becoming more serious, asked, "All right, what's stop number one?"

"Baltimn," Nell said.  "We've heard rumours of some kind of surviving Force tradition there.  Possibly tied with the Jedi.  If we could recruit them, it'd be a huge boon."

Jawn tried to think if he knew anything about Baltimn.

OOC: Untrained Knowledge(galactic lore) roll: 20 (roll) + 2 (skill) = 22.

Baltimn was a planet in the Outer Rim Territories in the Chorlian sector.  It's capital was Murmamn City.  It was exceedingly remote and not heavily populated but nonetheless had a pleasant environtment..

"If I remember correctly, Baltimn is a nice enough place.  Makes sense ex-Jedi might hang out there: it's remote.  Would Daedelos be coming with?" Jawn asked.
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"Good memory," Nell replied.  "Yes, Daedelos will be coming with you."

"Anybody else?" Jawn asked.

"Tate and me."

"Do you expect us to run into any opposition?  From the Empire or other interested parties?"

"I don't EXPECT any but that doesn't mean there won't be.  That's why we recruited you."

"Well, you picked the right man.  Now that I know what to expect, when do we leave?"

"Get cleaned up and we'll go," Nell said.

OOC Anything more to do before leaving?

Jawn looked at himself and didn't notice anything that needed to be  cleaned.  He took a whiff of one of his underarms and was not offended by the odor.  He shrugged, grabbed his stuff and headed to the ship.

OOC: Nothing else.  And Jawn does smell, he just doesn't mind his own smell or think his dirtiness is a big deal.

If Nell minded Jawn's lack of hygiene she didn't show it.  Her farm accent probably indicated she'd lived around such things for a while.  The two took the turbolift down to the hanger where Daedelos was loading Tate into the chunky BTL-S3 Courier variant Y-Wing.

"Howdy, Daedelos!" Jawn called out as he exited the turbolift.  "Since we'll be traveling in the same ship this time, maybe we can get to know each other."

"Sure," Daedelos responded, distractedly.

"Daedelos tends to keep to himself," Nell explained while Tate was loaded into the ship's droid slot.

"I can understand that.  I do too," Jawn replied.  "But I'm trying to make do of a trip through hyperspace.  There's not a whole lot else to do."  Jawn paused for a moment.  "Unless he wants to be my target practice."

"I've been target practice more than enough," Daedelos commented.  Tate twortled in agreement.  Unfortunately for Jawn the rest of the time was spent largely in silence.