"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.