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nexus_sages2016-02-15 11:58 am
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Anxious Smuggler's Arrival ...
Han awakes with a start when the Millennium Falcon makes the familiar groans that the old YT-1300 tends to make when it drops out of light speed. As if the metal and the collective components that made up his beloved ship could somehow be catching it's breath.
Rubbing the sleep out of the eyes, the pilot peers at the planet-scape before him. He can't put his finger on it, but right away, this place doesn't feel like anywhere Han had ever been before. It looks unassuming enough, but it definitely doesn't resemble Kashyyyk, which is where he was supposed to be headed.
Before he can even begin to look down at the navigation panel and confirm that he didn't make an error calculating his jump, he hears a low pitch chime. A chime that tells him that this place that he's in, wherever it is, is uncharted in the Falcon's navi-computer. Which is slightly unsettling because if there's one thing he doesn't sacrifice on this ship, it's the navigation. He updates his system frequently and honestly, prides himself on the detail and complexities of his maps.
Followed slightly after the 'uncharted space' ding comes another chime that he's not happy to hear. It's the one that indicates 'low fuel'. This time Han is the one groaning as sets his communications instruments to scan for open signals. He's gonna have to land here. And he doesn't know a thing about this place.
It should be a matter of seconds before they find a channel or the planet's own airspace comm hails him. A good thirty seconds pass and nothing. Then a full minute.
His lip reflexively starts to curl into a frown. 'Is this place uninhabited?' He wonders. Han's not sure that he has enough fuel to jump somewhere else because he has no idea where he actually is, but that would be his preference right about now.
Shit.
As the Falcon starts to drift closer to the planet, he can see terrain and water. It looks like a planet that can sustain life. That's something good, at least, but his empty stomach starts to churn with worry all the same. He wishes Chewie was here. Not that the wookie could do anything to make the situation any better, but, at least he wouldn't be ... you know, alone.
As the ship lowers into the planet's gravity, the pilot looks on desperately for civilization at least. Having to land on a planet and then needing to discover and refine your own fuel, by yourself, would be a nightmare. When he starts to see buildings and something of a city, he breathes a sigh of moderate relief.
He gets the ship on terra, a mile or two away from the outskirts of this place. With no means to hide his ship, he has to trust that it will be relatively safe here for the time being.
He grabs a breathing mask, fits it to his face, and with blaster in hand, leaves the Falcon behind.
He starts into town toward the forum, the centralized area and hopefully a marketplace, where he sees other figures lurking about.
((Hi everyone. New here. Have a Star Wars muse? He's been lurking at some dressing rooms, but we're looking for a regular place to play. Anyone's welcome to tag him.))
Rubbing the sleep out of the eyes, the pilot peers at the planet-scape before him. He can't put his finger on it, but right away, this place doesn't feel like anywhere Han had ever been before. It looks unassuming enough, but it definitely doesn't resemble Kashyyyk, which is where he was supposed to be headed.
Before he can even begin to look down at the navigation panel and confirm that he didn't make an error calculating his jump, he hears a low pitch chime. A chime that tells him that this place that he's in, wherever it is, is uncharted in the Falcon's navi-computer. Which is slightly unsettling because if there's one thing he doesn't sacrifice on this ship, it's the navigation. He updates his system frequently and honestly, prides himself on the detail and complexities of his maps.
Followed slightly after the 'uncharted space' ding comes another chime that he's not happy to hear. It's the one that indicates 'low fuel'. This time Han is the one groaning as sets his communications instruments to scan for open signals. He's gonna have to land here. And he doesn't know a thing about this place.
It should be a matter of seconds before they find a channel or the planet's own airspace comm hails him. A good thirty seconds pass and nothing. Then a full minute.
His lip reflexively starts to curl into a frown. 'Is this place uninhabited?' He wonders. Han's not sure that he has enough fuel to jump somewhere else because he has no idea where he actually is, but that would be his preference right about now.
Shit.
As the Falcon starts to drift closer to the planet, he can see terrain and water. It looks like a planet that can sustain life. That's something good, at least, but his empty stomach starts to churn with worry all the same. He wishes Chewie was here. Not that the wookie could do anything to make the situation any better, but, at least he wouldn't be ... you know, alone.
As the ship lowers into the planet's gravity, the pilot looks on desperately for civilization at least. Having to land on a planet and then needing to discover and refine your own fuel, by yourself, would be a nightmare. When he starts to see buildings and something of a city, he breathes a sigh of moderate relief.
He gets the ship on terra, a mile or two away from the outskirts of this place. With no means to hide his ship, he has to trust that it will be relatively safe here for the time being.
He grabs a breathing mask, fits it to his face, and with blaster in hand, leaves the Falcon behind.
He starts into town toward the forum, the centralized area and hopefully a marketplace, where he sees other figures lurking about.
((Hi everyone. New here. Have a Star Wars muse? He's been lurking at some dressing rooms, but we're looking for a regular place to play. Anyone's welcome to tag him.))
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*Samus takes a moment to drape her coat over the back of her seat before sitting, as well. Since Han was in the lead, he might only now be getting a look at the little basket of roasted, powdered-sugar-dusted crickets that she carries along with her drink.*
Rhyonium, hmm? I'm not familiar with it, myself, but I can think of a few places to ask around. You might want to check over your ship's drive systems, if they landed you here, though.
*It's not a suggestion of pilot error, but mechanical defect. Then again, with Han, which of those implications is the lesser slight?*
Oh snap. Put that away or we'll end up with a George Taylor muse..
"Chances are there's maintenance to do on my ship." He agrees with a nod. What he'll need to do is figure out a way to make quick cash to be able to make those repairs, but, yeah, one step at a time.
As for which is the lesser slight to Han, both are pretty well undesirable.
Damn dirty muses.
"He hyperspaced here," she explains quietly to Jim to get him caught up. "Do you know what that means?" Okay, not so much an explanation as repeating what she's heard, but... close enough. Would Jim like half her croissant while they wait for someone to come by and take his order?
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He would love half of her croissant, thank you.
"Glad to see you in one piece. I didn't so much as drop outta warp here as crashed my shuttle trying t'get back to the ship. So. Good that your piece made it intact."
That's a different film altogether!
*That's a comforting thought to offer before you take a sip of akh, Samus.*
Then again, a lot of people just take a wrong turn and find themselves here, too.
*Mmm, roasted crickets, tasty!*
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And he can say that with the confidence of a man that has an unwavering belief in that. As far as he's concerned, the Millenium Falcon is the best ship ever built. Period. Now, the confidence in his own piloting skills, well, he's not been flying long and he only recently upgraded to the YT 1300 ... but, if it means sealing a deal and making some cash. Well. He can convince himself of that and others when he has to. Most of the time.
"And apparently came in with some favorable conditions." As if the nexus wanted him to be stopped here, that's an interesting thought ...
Oh, yeah, there's coffee. He's gonna take a sip of that too. Before someone calls him on all his big talk.
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Han's faith is strong, and that means something--even if the objective truth might tell a different story. People of faith are interesting studies for her. The fact it's placed in the ship instead of himself is even more interesting. If he catches her watching him he'll get a smile before she shifts her gaze elsewhere.
"You were lucky. I'm sure we can find fuel and whatever you need to make repairs. I'd think the hard part would be figuring out which way is home."
Sorry, work is much more busy today
Not about to get into a dick waving contest with Ver and Samus here. he doesn't think either would appreciate it, and he cares about at least Verity's opinion of him.
Instead of opening that can of worms, Jim glances toward Samus instead.
"Did he tell you what kinda fuel he needs? I know a few places around the commercial district..." Then a shift back to Han, now that Jim trusts himself not to be a brat. "I've also got star maps of every explored sector of the galaxy. We can try to figure out where you need to go. Worst case scenario, we have to find a way to get your ship to mine, so you've got a reference point of where to start from. The Nexus sucks for that."
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*Oh, look at these two getting territorial about their ships. She can't quite keep a quirk of amusement off of her lips. (Her own craft, a heavily-modified Hunter-class gunship, is far from the best or fastest ship in her galaxy. Where it excels is the payload.)*
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"I appreciate your help." He says with a thoughtful nod. Maybe he'd figure this all out eventually, on his own, but having people who know where to find this stuff is going to save him some time, probably. Still hasn't quite worked out the payment aspect.
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"You're welcome." Even if she doesn't think she's done much. "Samus, do you think you could wire a PINpoint into his ship the way you did to my phone that time with the thing?"
They don't talk about that time with the thing.
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"How big is the ship?" It can't be that big if Han's here by himself. Unless it's one of those crazy ships like the Admiral designed. He's pretty sure that's not the case though. Also, is it just Jim, or is this guy familiar? He hadn't thought about it before now, but it's bothering him. He's seen this guy somewhere before.
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*Samus is answering Verity, with an aside glance to Han. She adds a follow-up to the smuggler captain himself.*
You can understand how trust might be a concern in a new acquaintance. You'd probably want to know whether you can trust me before you let me install something, hmm?
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Seriously, Han might have an honest face ... maybe, but he certainly doesn't have an honest look about him. He has the look of a smuggler. And a smuggler isn't someone you want to trust without knowing.
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Chin up Verity, Jim knows you meant well. He'll squeeze her hands under the table.
"It's a lot easier to when there's literally no physical reason not to." Still weird though. "Plus even if someone tried to take advantage of that there's dozens of folks who could break pretty much anyone in half for it, or just pay someone to Fuck over their doorway back to their world. There's a huge incentive not to piss folks off too badly around here. "
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*She sips her drink with a pensive air.*
Some might say it's the fleeting things that have the greatest worth.
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Where does he get off pointing his food at him? He looks even younger than Han is and, if he's being honest, a hell of a lot less seasoned; like he just got out of whatever flight school he had attended. It's not so much what he's saying. From what he can tell it seems like good enough advice, but he's saying it in such a way that sparks an ember of anger in him.
But Samus? Well, what she's saying makes a lot of sense to him and, much as he'd like to knock the smug right out of his fellow Captain, it seems like a bad play right now. So he'll count to ten and sip on the hot and dark of his coffee.
"So I understand there's something of a commerce district here. That must mean there's probably work, right?" Not always, but almost always. People need a steady income to part with at these shops.
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She's going to skip over the talk about trust for now.
"Yeah, there's always something that needs doing. The problem usually is finding work you're willing and able to do. There are a few places I could point you toward, if you'd like."
Cutting in here, pardon me.
Ver, Samus and even Kirk to a lesser degree have been pretty helpful to him so far, but he has every intention of paying for what he needs in ... well, as much of an honest way as makes sense to. The truth is, he's not above stealing, but it's never his first choice.
As for his skill set, it's quite a mixed bag. As far as legitimate work that didn't involve any sort of lawbreaking, he would probably be most suited to mechanic or unskilled labor, working as a pilot, too, but chances are he'd need a little time about the vessels around here.
Shuffles happen.
*Given the Falcon's reputation, Han could either be in high demand for his mechanical skills... or utterly blacklisted.*
Re: Shuffles happen.
meal for the daysnack."As long as you can manage not to insult the wrong dealers, there's a lot of work to be had in the commercial district. I spend a lot of time there whenever I'm in the Nexus. With a little luck you should be able to get your ship refueled in no time, Captain."
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"The line between 'currency' and 'barter' is pretty blurry," she adds. "If I can't make sense of it one way, I try looking at it from the other. Usually, it works out. Not many people are willing to extend credit, for the obvious reasons. But they will sometimes put things on hold for you, for a few days at least, while you find the right payment."
Living here has taught her so many new skills, like figuring out what kind of shells are worth keeping track of.
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"I'm not worried about that. I can negotiate with anybody."
Not sure if that will register as a lie to Ver. He's not very good at negotiating at all, actually, but he thinks he is. Anyway what he's gathered can be summed up in his mind as 'this place is weird'. He'll, ultimately, figure things out though. He always does.
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Then the Nexus should serve you well.