06-03-2017, 08:30 AM
Nova and Rahallu enter into the Farron Prime Port office to let him know that the last pallet was on the way to the ship and to finalize the paperwork. They had been in and out of this office several times today, but this time the Rodian Port officer seemed a little twitchy. Nova decided to play it cool for now. Maybe it was nothing. The Rodian's snout crinkles and twitches as it begins to rapidly talk in its own language. The ancient protocol droid propped up ina junk-filled corner translates to basic in a mechanical, monotone voice. "Please excuse me. There was a minor paperwork error I am trying to clear up. This will only take a moment." Nova watches him fuss with his datapad without seeming to do anything, waiting for him to request a "fee."
Garlen and Jendu are pushing an old pallet carrier down a grungy hallway back to the ship. One of the repulsors is on the fritz, sometimes creating a sudden drag that caused them to bump into the handle several times. A good kick would fix it for a short time. One time Garlen kicked the damned thing so hard it almost shot out of their grip. At least this was the last load and they could get off this miserable little planet. As they make the last turn to get to their ship, they spot a human and a trandoshan in Port security uniforms blocking their path. Both look like good candidates for a Twi'Lek dance hall, big, mean, and ugly.
Tiktuk is in the cockpit of the old light freighter they were given for the mission. Some of the sensors had been acting up so she decided now was a good time to disassemble one of the units and rewire it. She was bored. The other guy was still down in his bunk with a raging case of space herpes. So she had grown quite bored and now one of the sensor panels was in pieces. As she was working diligently to put it back together, another sensor board started blinking another alert. She looked up to see whatever it could be and her eyes grew large...
(Tune in tomorrow for the thrilling continuation!)
Garlen and Jendu are pushing an old pallet carrier down a grungy hallway back to the ship. One of the repulsors is on the fritz, sometimes creating a sudden drag that caused them to bump into the handle several times. A good kick would fix it for a short time. One time Garlen kicked the damned thing so hard it almost shot out of their grip. At least this was the last load and they could get off this miserable little planet. As they make the last turn to get to their ship, they spot a human and a trandoshan in Port security uniforms blocking their path. Both look like good candidates for a Twi'Lek dance hall, big, mean, and ugly.
Tiktuk is in the cockpit of the old light freighter they were given for the mission. Some of the sensors had been acting up so she decided now was a good time to disassemble one of the units and rewire it. She was bored. The other guy was still down in his bunk with a raging case of space herpes. So she had grown quite bored and now one of the sensor panels was in pieces. As she was working diligently to put it back together, another sensor board started blinking another alert. She looked up to see whatever it could be and her eyes grew large...
(Tune in tomorrow for the thrilling continuation!)
