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 Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 8:08 pm
Walking up behind her, he leaned on the railing and looked out into the bright blue water, this planet was unique for its geographical coloring that gave it its beauty and attraction to tourists."This captain, Jag Rohtul, I've heard about him before. Hes supposed to be a Mandalorian, like that bounty hunter, Boba Fett. Hes been operating for years and theres a quite an amount of rumors on him..."
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 8:15 pm
"Last Engineer used room 7 In the Passenger dorms as his bunk so he could be closer to the Engines. I figure you'd want to do the same. Vending machine's in the laundry room to the right of the Med lab, Galley's upstairs. Meals are at 9, Noon, and 6 in the Galley, theres a Lounge on the Crew deck and we've got Hypernet access on the Ship's Mainframe. So I take it you're interested in the position."
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 8:22 pm
Helix grinned, "You bet, I'll start with a ship wide diagnostic once I get my stuff in that room. It'll be better to catch any problems while we're still on the ground." Helix nodded to the droid, "EllBee will do a ship wide scan, look for stresses and alignment issues. With all these different technologies mixed together I think that'll be our main problem."
The droid hooted as it spun and began heading back to the engine room. Helix grinned at the captain, "Anything else I should know?"
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 8:29 pm
"Yeah. If you hear a sound like a baby's rattle being shaken by a jawa after fifteen cups of caf, Make sure to just step away. Also, if you see anything illegal going on, dont ask questions." Jag said. "Other than that, welcome aboard. Ship's articles are on the Computer's Network as well as my Datapad address and my Comlink number. You can introduce yourself to the deck hands and the cook upstairs. Now if you dont mind, Ive got to secure a buisness arrangement or too." He nodded to the man and turned to leave the ship.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 8:34 pm
Kalin was just about finishing his job when a strong lookin man he had never seen before walked into the room. He was almost as built as Kalin and looked lost. It had to have been the new guy. Kalin strained his mop and slid it across the room, right back into storage. Finished. He turned back to this 'Blikk' fella and spoke out with a heavy Corellian accent.
You're the new bloke, I assume? Blikk, right? Do me a big favor; next time you get off that lift, you wipe your feet on that mat before you come in here. I have to clean this place.
Kalin gave him an angry look and breathed heavily for a minute. Then he let a smile slip and broke into hysterical laughter. He walked over and gave Blikk a huge pat on the back and extended his arm for a handshake.
I'm just kidding with ya, mate. Name's Kalin. Kalin Daco. Nice to meet ya! Come on over, let me show you the ropes.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 11:42 pm
Jag slid into the seat of the Speeder truck and fumbled in his pocket for the keys. Finding them, he turned the starter and the F-260 Speder truck started up. Jag backed the truck down and out of the ship, then pointed the nose out of the hangar and towards the Trader's Quarter.
The Crew had his comlink number. He doubted much could happen while he was away getting a cargo.
He hit the accelerator and glided out of the hangar, then down the road. As he drove, he saw a BFF-1 Bulk Freighter being loaded.
"What kind of Di'kut loads something that big in atmo?" he wondered as he slowed down to peer through the open hangar blast door. "Thats gotta be costing a fortune to-" He paused mid sentance as he caught sight of the mark on her nose. It was the mark of Eli Tupilev, a rival Free Trader and the man who bought out Jag's last batch of employees. He was currently on something Jag referred to as his Osik list. What made him annoying was that the little Bestine b*****d felt he had an axe to grind with Jag simply because he had lost a few choice cargo bids to the Mandalorian in the past. This last move was just one in a series of attempts by Tupilev to run Jag out of buisness.
"Gar etyc chaakar." Jag muttered as he drove past. "Kote lo'shebs'ul narit. Gar ne'koti ni."
He had other things to worry about now. Getting into vendettas with petty merchant barons wouldnt get him spaceborn again or keep food in the pantry. If he wanted to keep flying, he needed cargo. Fortunately, he knew just where to go.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 1:12 am
Still leaning on the railing she turned her head to look at him, brushing a few loose strands of hair from her face blown form the wind.
“Military corvette, Mandalorian needin’ pilots, just start at the beginnin’ and tell me everythin’ ‘bout this job please.” She asked, resting her chin on the palm of her hand.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 2:12 am
In a cantina in the Trader's Quarter, a buisness deal was going down.
"So thats all you got then? 40 tons?" Jag asked. His eye ocasionally strayed to the Bolo-ball game on the Holovision at the bar. Ord Mantell, Jag's favorite team, was playing an away game against Iridonia. It was a surprisingly itched game, and as much as Jag wanted to watch, he had to secure this deal.
The Herglic merchant nodded, the massive whale like being sipping from his drink. "Correct Human. You should be fortunate that I have so much of it for sale, and at such a generous price."
Jag shook his head. "Generous? Thats piracy. Word on the street is the only reason you still have the stuff is because the guys who were going to buy it from you were bought out by a bigger company who has their own transport pilots. If you cant get rid of the stuff, you're gonna take a bath."
"Where I am from, Bathing is a good thing."
Jag frowned and leaned forward to stare straight into the Herglic's big black eyes. "You know what I mean, friend. Listen. I'll pay half that price."
"No. The Full price." The Hergelic insited.
"Half. Only an ani or'dinii would pay your price."
"90% Then. I have a buisness to maintain after all."
"So do I. I'll go no higher than 75% and only if you deliver the cargo to my ship."
"And you call me a pirate!" The Herglic barked angrily.
Unintimidated by the size of his buisness associate, Jag only contininued to stare unblinking into the big alien's eyes. "If you think I'm gonna pay more than three quarters of wha you're asking, Ive got some beachfront property on Tatooine I can trade you real cheap."
"The Empire is persecuting beings all across the galaxy and now you have the gall to think to try and cheat me! You speciest humans think you can get away with everything!" The Herelic roared.
"Dont you pull the speciesist card on me, gihaal!" Jag snapped back, leaning foward in his seat. "You're the dolt who didnt know his primary buyer went out of buisness AFTER payng for and flying a cargo here!"
As the negotiations seemed about to turn violent, Ord Mantell scored a point.
Both Jag and the Herglic suddenly lept from their seats and with a large portion of the cantina cheered in aproval. Realizing the shared interest in the home team, the two exchanged a glance.
"Well...I suppose 75% is a fair price after all." The Herglic relented.
"Drop the cargo off at B7-994. My crew can handle the loading." Jag replied. He plunked some credit chits on the table and motioned for the serving droid. "K'olar, server! Another round for me and my tiny friend!"
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 4:08 am
Gairus laughed with Kalin, and shook hands with him. "Nice to meet you. I'm Gairus. At least I'm not the only Corellian on this thing, eh?" Gairus laughed. "Okay. What needs to be done around here?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 9:37 am
Eli had finished his second lum when he noticed a familiar man barking at a Hergelic merchant. As they finished negotiating Eli stood and walked to the table and pulled up a chair, "Iridonia verses Ord Mantell. Good game isn't it Jag?"
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 9:48 am
The Mandalorian's eye glanced out from under the bill of his military cap to affix Tupilev with a glare.
"Me'copaani, ge'hutuun?" He asked. "I aint got nothin' left you want."
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 10:11 am
"Save your boat," Eli answered as he nodded to the waiter for another lum. "How much you want for that, or have you gone and assembled another crew?"
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 11:00 am
"You must have void between your ears, Chakaar," Jag replied as he took a swallow of black ale, "If you think mere credits are going to separate me and my ship. You keep misunderstanding me and you're gonna lose more than your cargoes and money."
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 12:10 pm
Eli sighed and stood up as the waiter came back with another lum. "So be it." He tossed back the drink as his datapad chirped. He gave it a quick glance.
Cargo loaded
"Well, see you around Jag. I've got a cargo to haul." He smiled before adding, "Just remember Jag, you have a price, not sure what it is yet. But everyone does, and I'll be looking to find out yours." The smile became cold on his face, "Even if it's in blood." Then Eli tossed a 50 credit chip to the bartender and headed for the door.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 12:14 pm
The many cantinas of the planet were all great places to find not only pilots, but people in need of lifters. It held scoundrels, merchants, outlaws and ruffians, but everyone had one thing in common: They wanted to make as many credits in the shortest amount of time possible. Personally, Xan prefered his own method, that being swindling out the credits of poor blokes to pay for the high bar tabs he often ran. It wasn't unusual, really, as many times he had damaged property to pay for too. Most patrons didn't like losing. Of course, neither did Xan.
"Moderation and Endurance, I win this hand again. Give me the contract," Xan stated, grabbing the datapad off the table. His opponent was still rather fresh around these parts. A complete newbie, and he had forgotten the key rule to gambling as a ship captain: Never bet your cargo.
"I'll make sure it gets delivered," Xan replied, the fresh coreworlder still doused in reality with his head on the table. "By the way, I heard that there is a man in need of 50 tons of meat to be delivered to Coruscant in the Hylian bar and grill. You might be interested in it."
With the datapad in hand, Xan walked away from the table, staring at the tablet. Exiting the bar, he wondered how he was going to find another captain to haul this stuff anyway. He would have to empty the cargo off at the hangar and find some poor sap to load it up. At least he had the transponder codes from the coreworlder. It was amazing what one could win off of a drunkard.
He headed off to the hangars, the contract in hand. After all, fair is fair.
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The ship wasn't surprizing, it wasn't fancy, it wasn't... even close to new. The cargo was mostly stored in pods, which at least meant storing most of it was easy. It was just that last part in the hold that would be annoying to keep a track of. Oh well, as long as there was a crew that would pick it up.
"Hey! You guys! Who's in charge?" he asked, as the crew began to run. Xan cocked an eyebrow, as he watched everyone run up the ramp. He stared down at the Akk Dog below him. "It's like they've never seen a dog before, huh?"
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