Always a noisy and bustling place, the hangar is always a model of efficiency as technicians and support droids move ship parts and cargo to their destinations. Sparks fly from welding and the smell of fuel carries on the thrust of departing ships. At any given time there are at least a dozen light freighters loading and unloading goods and passengers.

Beside the foot entrance to the bay is the office of Giranti Starstrider - the Hangar Master.
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A relatively small man stood facing one of the dock workers. He was shaking his head as he spoke. If his father knew how gullible he had been he would be rolling in his grave. Pushing back the feelings of anger and frustration the young man kept his mind focused, "Certainly the force had a plan, just stay the course and go with it," he thought to himself.

He spoke to the dock worker keeping his voice as level as he could, "I was promised passage to Lorrad and I find myself here. I wish to depart from this rock as soon as possible. Can you direct me to where I can secure another ship?" 
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The worker, a taller human, checked over the ticket presented by the smaller man and scratched his head. They have seen this before, but it never really got any easier. "Ah, I really don't know what to tell ya, sir, but this here says nothing about Lorrad. The destination is The Berg Station in Tion space and, well... You're there." He shifts uneasily as he was ready for some manner of outburst from the traveler who wound up way far out of their intended way.

Jawas.

Ubiquitous, sometimes helpful, sometimes a nuisance, nearly always in their little tight knit Clans and family groups.

Except this one, Mo, who was a common enough sight in the various Bays and Hangars of the Berg. He was alone, and he knew better than to bother the technicians, pilots or passengers with solicitation.

Starstrider didn't stand for it, and Mo relied on his good will to come and go, so they had come to an understanding some time ago.

Like most of his kind he was covered in his robe from head to foots and had his satchel as well as a bandolier. He moved with his short little stride from bay to bay, as he often did, looking for passage. He also had an ancient looking ion carbine over one shoulder on a battered leather sling.

He rarely got takers, as he could rarely offer much, but the prospect of some mundane work around the ship, maintenance in a droid, or a cut on whatever he might find while he was out, was enough to tempt some of the more adventurous or less discerning Captains.

"Do you take passengers?" Was the question, in his rapid native language. And if they failed to understand, the display on his wrist made it simple enough.

It hardly mattered where they were going, as there would almost always be work there for an enterprising Salvager.

"You had nothing to do with it." Bastian simply said as he put the ticket in a pocket. It would serve as both a memento and a reminder to be more vigilant. "Thank you for your help however limited."

Off to his left he heard a conversation about someone looking for a Captain. Well could the force be working things out this quickly. Perhaps this person would know where he could find a suitable ship. He made his way in the direction of the conversation but when he saw who it was doing the asking he stopped short. A Jawa.... as if he was going to trust a jawa after what just happened to him. But maybe the little man could point him in the right direction at the very least.

Cautiously he address the small humanoid, "You're looking for passage as well? I overheard you. Do you now where I could find a captain for hire?"
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The Jawa openly looked the man over as if appraising him, from head to toe, and then shook his head.

"No, no, if I did I would not be going from door to door" he explained rapidly with a "palms up" gesture. "I know a human woman with a shuttle. Do you need a shuttle? She's very pretty. Do you have credits?" he asked in turn. "Anything for trade or barter?" the Jawa shifted his weight from foot to foot as he spoke, his yellow eyes peering upwards.

Bastion holds his arms out beside him and looks down. "I've got literally nothing! Help me find this lady and maybe well come across something on the way? You'd be welcome to it."

The Jawa's comment brought Bastion's mind to another very simple situation. He likely didn't have enough credits for another ticket. He would need to rectify this situation quickly but he had heard that far out in the system contracts-for-hire- were a common thing. he was completely sure he could handle anything a little place little this could dish out. Besides, The Force would chose the right job for him anyway.

"That brings up another point my new little friend. I need a job and I don't mean washing dishes."

Changing his mind he nods to the Jawa and wishes him well.

"I'm going to head to the cantina and see what I can find there. I wish you the best."

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-----> to cantina

The Jawa shrugged as the man moved off before his comm came to life with the excited voice of Tiana.

He held the little white cylinder up to his mouth as he waited for her to finish. "On my way! Don't leave without me!" and with that he hurried away towards Bay S-39.

--> To Bay S-39