Star Wars The Galactic Civil War Destinies

Eagle:

No one really needs anything moved. In fact there is very little of anything ever shipped out, and most of it already goes through a small shipping company.

They do tell you of a cantina, the Blue Moon, just farther up the road.


Ace:

After a bit Bastra replied "Starfire Club, give me 15 min. I'll have a booth with a privacy field, I'll let the doorman know you are coming. But I don't have long so don't be late."

'That's a shame. I guess I'll check the cantina out before leaving then.' I thought.

I walk to the cantina and look around for a few minutes. After that I ask the bartender if anyone's looking for transport, goods or people.

The bartender asks if you want a drink, and suggest a local favorite. "Not much goes out really here. We just take in medical supplies and seeds for harvest. And send out what crops we grow through a local company. They might be hiring, but honestly, what we have around here.." his voice drops" Are a lot of Rebels."

"Understood, I'll be there." Marcus said while walking out. He quickly got into his rental hovercar and headed to the Starfire Club, 20 minutes after the call. He walked up to the doorman.

"I'm with Mr. Bastra." He stated simply.

"Interesting, do they need help with transporting some goods?" I whisper to him.

Ace:

The Club is nice, if a bit dark, and the doorman checks your weapons at the door. It's pretty normal here. They don't encourage shootouts, and would to avoid as many as they can.

He waves a hostess and she leads to to a table.
The privacy field goes down and Gil waves you over "Marcus. It's been a big since we talked." he's says warmly "Hope all is well?"

Eagle :

He looks around "They might, but they are pretty cautious about hiring people they don't know." he shrugs "If you wait around a bit, one of two might come in, and I can point them out. Meanwhile you can order a drink?"

"Sounds reasonable. I'll take one of locals drink often please." I said to the bartender.

Eagle:

He pours you a shot glass and turns away to help another customer.

The drink is rather strong, and goes down like a fire, but still remains enjoyable.

Marcus walks over to Gil and sits down facing Gil.

"As well as it can be with the current situation." Marcus replies with a grimace. "Anyways, at least I managed to get the job done before this started rolling in." He rolls his eyes up, vaguely gesturing to the orbit.

"Anyways the idiots my people faced were truly arrogant idiots to have thought they could get away with what they did." Marcus continues until the privacy field goes back up. "Well, here's what my people managed to take before we had to light out of there to meet the deadline." He slides over a dataslate containing the location of the pirate base and what data were intact from the station's datacore.

But it also had a message to Gil:

"It might be useful. But that's not what I'm here about. I've talked with Rostek Horn, and offered my assistance in getting his son and grand son out of this mess, Hal can be broken out by Rostek's arrangement, but I need to contact Corran and tell him the rendezvous point, after we get loaded up, we light out of Corellia, but we need to get it done soon, Jerec's arrival has given us little time, if Hal and Jerec meet face to face, things will get very very bad fast I have to get Hal and Corran out of Corellia before that happens."

Ace:

Gil looks up suddenly on edge "I can get this to Corran, but perhaps you should contact him. Better he talk to someone who knows first hand what the plan is."

He passes over a small flimsy after writing something on it. "private comm frequency. He can guide you in. But it could get bad here. I hear rumors of Sal-Solo making an attempt for the Diktat's seat. Through Jerec's arrival puts a big damper on his plans. Not that he would be any better then Palpatine. Not even better Fliry Vorru."

After some lengthy paperwork and handing out some credits they were now a Company.
The small group crowded around the 'Datapad' and inspected the information.
Lena though was only scowling, "This thinks a hunk of junk!" She growls, "I mean look at the size of this! My Endo has more memory then this!" She says in amazement.
Alex shrugs, "Well we can fix that now as I took a patent out on Ecto's and Endo's." He says with a nod as he goes through the list.
"And the Mesh....And everything else..." He says with a nod. "We just need to get a contract first to get the capital rolling in and then expand production..."
Lena laughs a bit, "And how do you expect to do that Jackal?"
Alex grins, "How? Talk to the city and get a big and fat contract up...We then use the money we get from that sale to buy the materials needed...We build some more Makers and then start pumping products out. It shouldn't be hard getting the Mesh up...And once the Mesh is up we start selling Ecto's and Endo's....And then all of these other products." He says with a nod.
The others nod in agreement as Luther ruffles his headfur.
"Such a smart Uplift." he chuckles a bit.
"Yes....And we have an appointment." he says as his Muse informs him of the time.
Nodding he loads the map and routes a path through the city....

After half an hour of walking they finally reach the building in question and wander inside and after a bit of a runaround were admitted into an office. A bit mystified at why such a building even existed until they remembered that the concept of a mobile office was extremely lacking and give a collective shudder at the needless waste of space this government building occupied....The man was a tall and handsome sort that had a bit of a professional air about him.
Alex takes a seat and nods, "Ummmm...Yes....Were not from around here....In a very literal sense and seem to be the only kind of us that are around in fact...." He pauses a bit and clears his throat.
"We are impressed with your city....Not many cities in our System can compare anymore after a little....Well...Incident about ten years ago." Luther says with a smile as Alex nods, "Yes but when we entered your city we noticed some...Major qualitative differences....In things like...Well Information Infrastructure."
"Nonexistent." Lena huffs a bit having found a place to lean on a wall.
"And your 'Datapads' are a very....Quaint..."
"Buddha's Balls Alex! Those things are shit!" Lena interrupts again as the Jackal sighs and face palms. "Ignore her...She's cranky."
Barking Dog leans over to Lena and whispers, "Do you need some hash to calm ya Lena?" The Engineer looks around and gives Barking Dog a withering glare before reaching into his jacket and pulling a stick out and activating the self-lighting system as she began to smoke.
Alex nods, "Anyway....We noticed these things and took out a few patents...And we wish to give this city some things we think it deserves..." he nods, "We just need some start-up money and resources to begin production and deployment...Which shouldn't take long...Even quicker when our products hit the streets and the distributed network goes up..." He muses a bit.

I order another one and wait for the bartender's signal.

Eagle:
You can run with this for now.


Wire:
Remember like with all tech, the Mesh won't be integrated quickly. It will take a while. Some of the other stuff should catch on quickly. The Mesh though will take a bit before its used by a large group of beings.

Want me to give you the stats for the Mesh?
And what tech would be integrated/Catch on quickly?

And what if I threw in Augmented Reality and Hyper-Real Virtual Reality?

"Understood. I'll talk to him ASAP. Thanks for your help." Marcus said. "This has the potential to get very very hairy very fast. If you need a ticket out of Corellia, contact me, well, the sooner I can get to Corran the sooner we can get off world, I'll get going." He stands up, offering his hand to Gil. The privacy field cuts off. "-nyways, hope that proves useful to you. Thanks for the talk."

Wire: No need for stats.

No to the second two.


The medical stuff will catch on quick. With what's coming.

Wait? You mean Augmented Reality and Hyper Real VR can't work? O-o
Even though thats what the Mesh is made to work with? O_O

And awwww.
I had all the Mesh capabilities up though.

OOC: Like this?

The bartender points me to a man just entering the cantina. He goes to the last booth at the end and orders a drink. I stand and walk up to him.

"I'm just asking this but by any chance do you need someone to transport goods to any of the nearby systems and want it to be discreet?"

Eagle (OOC) yes. Like that

The man, a red haired short fellow looks up surprised but only for a moment and he motions you to sit "Depends partner, do you consider yourself trustworthy?"

He speaks causally, but is eyes remain on you gadging your response.


Ace:


Gil shakes your hand "Always good doing business with you. He lays down a few credits for his drink and allows you to leave first before following.

As you leave the Club, you can see Troopers start to move through the street as large amounts of protestors start to gather. It looks like a tense situation.

OOC: Thanks, I thought I got it wrong somehow.

I sit on the seat he points.

"If keeping my mouth shut about anything and not saying anything to the authorities is trustworthy. Then yes."

Marcus takes in the situation, and decide that discretion was the better part of valor, immediately heading to the rented hovercar. Heading off just in time as the protesters start gaining numbers rapidly.

He heads back to his small apartment which he stays in for his stays on Corellia. He sweeps the house for bugs, looking for any listening devices with his specially commissioned sensor. After things come up clean. He activates his portable advanced comm unit. Punching in the private comm channel code. Once the connection is online he talks into it.

"Checking, checking, one two, this is Marcus, a mutual friend gave me this channel. Anyone on the other side?"

(OOC: Sorry for the delay, jobs and such keeping me from getting any really good posting done.)

"Well, that confirms one suspicion. We are not anywhere near home anymore. Jurgen, we're heading into town. Be on the lookout for a tavern, if I'm right, we'll all need a round." With that the squad carefully headed into the town, shielding their eyes from the storm. They did find a cantina... Eventually.

A majority of this time was spent updating the crew on the situation while having sensors watch and listen to all the traffic. Hopefully, their communications array was capable of intercepting the messages to figure out the basic processes involved here. This also included checking the ship and its systems and cargo holds for damage, change, or influx in supplies. Which of course brought up the credits.

"Okay then..." The hoarse and almost synthetic sound of a symbiote enhanced voice indicated outwardly that Braddock was still indeed the one in charge and talking. Ayla of course listening to everything said. Occasionally thoughts bouncing back and forth in the form of a secondary conversation between the two but nothing all too serious. "I have a plan."

Before there could be any questions or objections he started speaking. "We eventually need more supplies, we'll need technology, and we'll eventually need energy sources to replace Naquaduh while we're here. We lucked out by being deposited into a backwater trading post which we all should feel right at home on. Besides, there should be other long-lost interdimensional travelers here that we may be able to work with. So, immediate future is getting us down there without too many questions asked."

"A suggestion." A mouse of a man piping up from the back. Completely human and the only one in an outfit as simple as a jump suit. "To possibly show up without the cloak throwing off any alarms. Open a hyperspace opening without entering. At the same time we decloak. Hopefully it will look like we just jumped locally with us drifting under inertia towards the planet."

By this point Braddock only nodded. Control was relinquished for a number of reasons. Ayla was getting restless. Plus, regardless of what memories he had she was ultimately the better pilot. A bit more outgoing as well. Her cheerful and bubbly voice piping up without the deepened tones of the goa'uld vocals. "Let's do it. Stations, everyone."

So, plan was implemented with the ship decloaking with an appropriately timed faux hyperspace jump. The Bandersnatch lazily drifting at sub-cruising speeds towards the planet. Assuming communications equipment worked accordingly Ayla, Braddock, and the crew would go for Option 1: Pay for a landing in the docks.

OOC: Is it the duros or the human talking?