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 Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 1:16 pm
Kalin Daco had been working for a Mandalorian for almost a month and a half. Under normal circumstances, the retired man would be a home with his wife and son, Caden. But life never goes the way a man expects it to, and sometimes you find yourself driving a speedertruck back to the ship you know live on.
Ultimately, the day had been a failure. He'd been out, posting flyers on job boards in local bars, he had gone to some form of unemployment office and given them the job flyers, yet noone had called him on his commlink (the number he put on the adds) and so obviously, no one was interested. It was a wonder how much longer they would have to sit on this planet.
When he pulled into the Hangar Bay, he sent a message to Jag's datapad reading: Back with Truck. No luck finding crew in Cantinas or employment offices. Sorry. Be in to reel truck into the hangar momentarily. With that, he parked the truck where he would have the easiest time reeling it into the hangar with the tractor beams.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 1:25 pm
((Jaden, why dont you just drive the speeder truck into the cargo hold, through the two doors into the hangar? Like most people with common sense would? Besides, the Tractors cant reach directly in front or behind th ship))
Walking toward the bording ramp, he saw Kalin, one of his few remaining crew pull up in the speeder truck and then type something on his datapad. a nanosec later his datapad chimed with a message.
Jag stared at the man with an annoyed frown. He didnt bother to answer the datapad.
"I'm over HERE, Di'kut." Jag said, loud enough for him to hear and with forced patience. "Did your eyes burn out staring at the pink clouds all day?"
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 1:39 pm
((Oh... didn't notice that.))
Hah! No, but I'm glad you care about my well-being!
Kalin was about to get out and then he hit his palm against his head in a idiotic moment. He had totally forgotten he could just drive the truck into the Hangar. He got back in and turned it on again, hoping Jag wouldn't notice the momentary lapse, and drove it into the Hangar, carefully manuevering it where it belonged. He shut it down, locked it up, and got out, putting his keys back in one of the pouches on his belt.
Although, something ain't sittin' in my head right, I think I could forget where I'm from if I didn't pay attention! Hahah! But seriously, any luck with finding a crew, Captain?
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 1:46 pm
Niomie took a cautious step towards the bar stool, still looking quizzically at the blonde haired man.
“A couple of thugs whose boss thought that I would look nice chained to his throne and I’m not of a mind to oblige.” She explained, stopping just out of arms length of her savior. “So you’ll understand that I’m a bit skittish right now.”
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 1:50 pm
((how could you not? Thats the whole point of me putting those doors there to begin with.))
"Yeah. " Jag said, meeting his slow witted crewman on the boarding ramp. "I got a pilot and a mechanic lined up for interviews. I know the pickings are slim, but I figured I'd have a look at 'em first. And Next time you want to talk to me, use your damn comlink and talk. That texting osik is for spoiled coreworld snots, not fully grown males."
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 1:58 pm
The bartender gave a laugh and slapped the blond upside the head,"You should know better, just because your finally getting off this rock doesn't mean you can let yourself go. Now introduce yourself."
Looking down with a blush to his cheeks, Kaleb exhaled and turned to the girl, how could he have been so follish and impolite to such a lady in her situation."Sorry, just a bit giddy today, I'm Kaleb, Kaleb Zar, friends back home cal me Stoner." His seemingly ever-present smile lit up as he extended his open palm to her, the bartender setting his drink on the bar behind him and looking to her expectantly.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 2:16 pm
It's a difficult habit to break, but I'm getting there.
He looked around himself with a feeling of peace. It may not have been Corellia or even the friendliest of environments, but he felt almost at home here. It was a surprisingly nice feeling. He brought himself back to the conversation and took a quick look at his Chrono.
Is their anything else that needs to be done around the ship, Cap'n?
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 2:24 pm
She hid her grin under her hand when the bartender scolded the blonde like a schoolteacher would with an unruly student. She looked at his offered hand before grasping it with hers.
“Kale, nice to meet you.” She said. “Names Niomie, and thanks for saving my hide.” She looked at the bar tender as she parched herself onto the edge of the stool. “Lum please.”
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 2:25 pm
"There always is." Jag said as he jerked a thumb back into the interior of the ship. "Go start cleaning Crew Deck. I want it decent looking before our interviewies start showing up."
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 2:27 pm
Gairus let out a sigh. It was time to find some work. As he stood up, the blaster tucked in his shoulder rig jiggled. The weight of his blaster was a good, familiar feeling. He walked out of the gloomy bar, and looked around for a terminal to access the infonet. After a two minute search, he found what he was looking for. As he scrolled through available jobs, he found something that caught his eye. "oh. This is nice. Never been on one of these before." He said. Gairus preferred to apply in person, rather than applications and resumes. Spacer's pack slung on his back, Gairus began strolling towards Ruusan's docking bay.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 2:38 pm
The bartender went off to fetch her drink, coming back a moment later to set it before her."So whats he want you for, this crime boss I mean. What'd you do to him?" he asked, taking a sip of his ale, his data pad letting out a faint beep in his coat pocket, he had mail.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 2:39 pm
An alert from the Ship's computer made Jag's comlink ring and he checked the message.
Someone was aproaching the Hangar. Jag adjusted his cap and strolled off to intercept, his hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket. As the walkthrough door opened, Jag caught sight of an armed man aproaching the Docking Bay.
"Can I help you?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe and barring entry to the hangar.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 3:09 pm
She was about to down the whole pitcher of the sweet tasting liquid and stopped, her lips on the glass’s rim. Instead, she twisted at the waist, setting her free hand upon her hip and looked up at Kale.
“He wanted me because my family fell behind in their payments to him. So he sent his goons to collect, I didn’t want to go.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Not much to tell really.”
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 3:28 pm
Gairus nodded at the man before him. "Sorry to bother you, but I was hoping I could get a job on this ship." Gairus kept a straight look on his face. There was no hatred, or kindness in his expression.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 3:32 pm
Jag didnt move, nor did his own expression change.
"A job as what?"
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