[IC] Prologue: Frying Pan

[Garlen Veir]

Tiktuk looks at the sound of the thump and then twitches her nose. "jek jok waba waba noo noo tag gok." (I could make a distiller with spare parts.)  She then takes off her mask and starts eating the rations she selected mostly various cheeses with crackers and meats as well as a cup of precious juices.

Garlen nods at the little creature.
"I've heard of Jawa beer. That sounds like a great idea."

Then when  Rahulu, Nova and Jendu enter hequickly grabs a loaf of bread from the food synthesizer  and plops down on a chair, one booted foot dangling over the arm rest.

"Masking our ships signature may be the first order of business, regardless of our time constraints. Or perhaps when we get to CorpSec we could trade ships? Or steal one?"