"So who am I going to be meeting?  Do I look presentable?" Jawn said, standing up straight and brushing himself off, suddenly self-aware.

"Darlin', I'm the fanciest person here; you'll be fine."  Nell punched up the comm.  "Sentry Peak, this is Nell Davengatt requesting permission to land."

"It's about time you got back," replied a voice on the other end.  "Did you pick up our man?"

"That I did, we'll see you inside."

Already landed in the hanger were two Y-Wings, one a courier the other a longprobe.  Finishing up shutdown procedures on the courier was an Iktotchi.

"Was he the one we would have gone with if we hadn't stolen this shuttle?" Jawn asked, indicating the Iktotchi.

"That's him!" Nell waved as the ship set down.  "Daedelos.  He's with me on our away team.  You'll be spending time with him, Tate and I."

"And who is this Tate?" Jawn asked.

"The droid, darlin'," Nell said, standing up and heading out of the craft.  "Keep up now!"

"Right, droid has a name," Jawn said to himself, then trotted down the ramp after Nell.

"Daedelos!  How was the trip?"

"Uneventful," Daedelos said, continuing to unload the supplies.  "Of course you left me to pack up all of our stuff."

OOC Perception check.

"Sorry, that's probably my fault," Jawn spoke up, as he scanned the area.

OOC: 25 = 7 (skill) + 18 (roll)

Jawn's eye caught the glint of a cylindrical object in Daedelos' things.

OOC Knowledge (Galactic Lore) check.

OOC: 22 = 2 (skill) + 20 (roll).
Jawn didn't pretend to study...well anything really.  But he knew he recognized the object.

OOC: I'll let you tell me for sure if Jawn knows it's a lightsaber.

Jawn recognized the object as a lightsaber.

"Hey, is that a..." Jawn started to say as he moved towards Daedolos' things to pick up the lightsaber.  He couldn't contain his excitement; he had been between 3 and 6 years old during the Clone Wars and the Jedi had been like super heroes to him.

Daedelos threw his jacket over the bag that had the lightsaber.

"We try to keep that on the down low," Nell said in a quiet, serious tone.  A number of workers came in to help with the maintenance of the vehicles and to work on changing over the Lambda shuttle.  "I'll cover it later."

"Right, I guess that makes sense.  Sorry," Jawn directed this last at Daedelos.  I bet that's who that Inquisitor was after, Jawn thought to himself.  He briefly considered using that information to his advantage, but quickly thought better of it.  That would make me no better than her, he thought, unable to bring himself to even think her name.

"Let me show you around," Nell said.  "Most of the ship is either empty or filled with advanced equipment.  This serves as a multipurpose base and way station."

Nell and Jawn went up a turbo lift to the second from the top level.

"This is where most of the base's operations take place.  Here is our extensive comm listening station."

Nell indicated a room where four people of various species were sitting at stations with headsets overseen by a female Elomin.

"This is Lysentoura, our chief comm officer."  Lysentoura nodded to Jawn.

"Pleased to meet you ma'am," Jawn said politely, tipping his broad-brimmed hat.  Meanwhile he tried to recall what he knew about Elomin.

Jawn remembered that he SHOULD remember something about Elomin but couldn't actually remember what it was.  Nell continued on before he had a chance to think about it again.

"And here's the cockpit," Nell said, leading Jawn into a room covered in computer terminals and controls.  Despite the numerous panels all the ships piloting was being done by a single four-armed individual.

Jawn was amazed at the setup, and he tried to remember what species the four-armed sentient was.

Jawn remembered that the species was named Xexto but that was all he could remember.

"Wow, a Xexto, huh?" Jawn said with admiration.  "I bet those four hands come in handy when running a ship with a skeleton crew."

The Xexto turned his head and gave Jawn a wearied look.

"Yep," he responded before returning to his job.

"Frango can be kind of grumpy sometimes," Nell explained.  "A lot of the ship relies on him so he's busy all of the time."

"And probably under appreciated," Jawn added.  "Say pal, howsabout I grab you something from the mess hall and bring it up later?" he asked Frango.

"I'd appreciate that," Frango replied.

"Anything in particular you like?" Jawn asked.

"I know his favourite," Nell said.  The two left and headed to the turbolift.  "Let's get you checked out by the doctor and then I'll show you where you'll stay."

"That sounds good," Jawn agreed. "My head is pounding.  And not for the usual reason."

Nell showed Jawn down a floor to the medic to have him checked out.  The Medic was a Mon Calamari, Rima.  She treated Jawn for smoke-inhalation and cleaned up his wounds.

"So, what's your story?" Jawn asked the medic.  When she gave him a questioning look, he added.  "Why did you join the Rebellion? 'Cuz to be honest, I'm just here for the money and the perks."

"My planet was seized by the Imperials and all my people enslaved," the medic replied, rolling a device across his forehead.

"Yeah, I guess that would do it," Jawn concluded.  "I'm sorry about your people.  And thanks for checking me out," he added.

"Not a problem."  The medic rolled a device across Jawn's forehead then looked at the reading.  "Well, you're all done, kiddo.  Stay safe out there, I don't wanna be patching you up."

"Don't worry, I'll try and steer clear of any trouble," Jawn replied, tipping his hat before he put it back on.  He found Nell  and asked "So, what's next?"

"Your room," Nell said.  She took Jawn down another floor.

"This is the dormitory floor.  Everyone has their bunk here, except me.  I've put you on the far end, no one else is bunked there so you can have some privacy.  Just let me know if you want to move closer to everyone else."

"Nope that sounds fine to me.  The only person I'd want to move closer to is maybe you," Jawn ventured, while giving Nell a sidelong glance.  "Why do you get to bunk somewhere else?"

"Because of questions like that," Nell said, laughing.  "Honestly though, it's my ship.  I bought it, the Alliance modified it and crewed it."

"Ah, so you're the captain," Jawn observed.  "Well, captain, requesting permission to retire," he continued giving a mocking and casual salute.

Nell laughed.

"Permission granted."  Nell left and Jawn was free to go into his bunk.  Jawn saw that it was a Spartan but comfortable.

"So you're the one."  Jawn jumped and turned to see an older woman in brown robes standing in the shadows of the room.  "You're not what I was expecting.  There's something off about you."

Jawn immediately drew his blaster, but held his fire.  Two parts of him warred over whether it was good or bad to find a strange woman in his bedroom.  "Who are you?  And what are you doing in here?" he asked, keeping his blaster trained on her midsection.

Jawn's blaster was wrenched from his grasp and flew into the woman's outstretched hand.

"Did you think I'd come to you here if you could hurt me?" she laughed.  "Now please, sit down.  You may call me Cora."

Jawn flexed his sore hand as he stared at it.  He looked back at the intruder, defiantly remaining standing.  "Well you've answered one of my questions, Cora.  But you still haven't told me what you're doing in my room."

"I'm here to see who the new crew member is," replied Cora, cryptically.  "What brings him here.  What about him compels him to greatness."

Cora moved closer to Jawn then reached out her hands and traced the lines of his face.

"I see," she said after a minute.  "Poor fools.  That's what happens when one has an incomplete understanding of the Force.  No matter.  All will work out in time, I'm sure."

Jawn brushed her hand away from his face.  He wanted to make a comment about how there was nothing great about him, but settled for "Lady, you better start making sense real soon."

"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.