Crimson Blur; Dock A113 Making her eventual appearance, the captain of the Blur entered the docking bay and made the final preparations for take-off. The Blur's loading ramp hit the deck again, kicking up the dust around, but decidedly in working order. Beckoning for the passangers to follow her up the ramp, she held out her right hand. "Starboard dormitory, three bunks," she said and held out her left hand. "Through the common room, port dormitory, three bunks, you keep all your luggage in the dorms during flight, all right? Garage is through here, if you want to check on your droid," she said, reaching a hand out behind herself and patting the blast door. "We keep tools in there, not toys, so I don't want anybody playing. Beyond that, two ground rules: cargo hold is off-limits, that'll be the big door marked 'cargo hold', and the same goes for the engine room, which is also colorfully labelled. Cockpit is up front, but I'm gonna need you to leave the ballroom when my pilot needs to dance, all right?" With a stern look at her guests, she pened the doors to the dorms and the common room, opening up the ship. The dorms were arranged in simple fashion and rather bare, with simple bunks to accomodate humanoid-sized (or slightly larger, perhaps a wookiee) guests. The bunks were arrayed in a line of niches along the far wall of each dorm, parted by walls, and each bunk had a drawer underneath for the storage of personal effects. Opening one was an indelicate and noisy procedure that could only be deliberate --- perhaps it was intended to prevent guests from poking in one another's things. The common room itself made use of the free half-circle that formed above the corridor passing through the whole ship. The center of the room was dominated by a holoprojector, flanked by a trio of sturdy seats with safety belts and... a ratty, old sofa. On the port wall of the common room, a computer terminal, on the starboard side a storage room. "One box of rations per day, but knowing the taste of them, I don't reckon I'll have to worry about anybody eating more than their share," Kina said with a lopsided grin. "Right, you have the freedom of the ship --- excepting the hold and the engine room --- and I'll let you all settle in," she said, clapping her hands together and concluding the briefing. Entering the cockpit, Kina found her first mate and pilot in her natural environment. She released a tension in her chest through a sigh, and started unloading herself of the heaviest of her gear --- blast vest and such --- that she would not need in the safe confines of her Blur. Then, she picked out a small bag of flavored mints and dropped them --- dropped them --- in Zin's lap. "Enjoy, teeubo."
Onderon; City of Iziz "Look, lady," Kin'aven replied, leaning forwards in her seat to regard the caamasi. "I'm as grateful as anybody for being snatched out of the Imperials' claws, but whoever you were waiting for, we're not it. My name's Kina Ven, I'm a freetrader. These people are clients, and I gotta get 'em to their destinations on time," she said, taking hold of the back of the caamasi's seat. "So if you'll just pull over and set us off, we'll be all right."
"Rest assured, we are exactly where we need to be," Varel spoke for the first time since they boarded the Crimson Blur, the Zabrak spending most of the time inside the port dormitory, deep in meditation. Giving a nod to Camasi, he continued undisturbed. "Miss Famki, my name is Varel and these people you see all gathered alongside me to do the mission. However remember, it was not an easy task to reach Onderon and get a crew together, especially when they were kept in the dark from the most of it due to security reasons so I would like you to bring us up to speed with the current events here and make sure to mention if any parameters have been changed."
Zin had rewarded herself with one of the newly-aquired sweets for landing the ship properly, sucking on the mint and relishing the sensations it awarded. While she was partially motivated towards her large consumption of candy by reasons that were not entirely wholesome, a big part of it was just a genuine age-old sweet tooth. She did not mind the heat as much as others would - a past of toiling on the fields under a blazing, unrelenting sun wasn't something that ever faded into nothingness, and later in her life, the heat of the Blur's pulsating entrails and beating heart had been a constant companion. The Zelosian wiped the first drops of sweat from her brow with the back of her bare hand, and proceeded to wipe it off on the leg of her pants while she let Kina do the talking with the official. Well, as far as they got, at least, given how some fuzzy lady saw it fit to interrupt them and take them for who they weren't. And then they were ushered into some bus. If Kina hadn't complied, Zin would probably have fought tooth and nail to not even enter the blasted speeder - far too slow for her tastes, not that the poor thing was to blame for it - but here she was, sweaty, hot, and waiting for that pleasurable candy high to set in, when her sister had begun to explain the situation - and the Zabrak denied it. "What?!", she shouted at the til-then mute pinhead, only not jabbing her finger into his chest because she was firmly seated, "We're not mercenaries, bathrobe! Do your errands alone, keep me and Kina out of this!"
The Crimson Blur Valrin hadn't said much at all, simply making his way to the Starboard side and silently staking it as his own place, setting himself in the furthest bunk and~... Well. Waiting. He'd be there to socialize if needs be, running maintenance on his pistols and gear, but never unarmouring himself. Iziz The Mandalorian stayed mostly quiet through the Imperials and until the second conversation had started, from which he moved a bit closer to the group. He was quite content that the heat wasn't too much of a bother with him. Noting how the three bickering, the Mandalorian didn't give much more than a shrug and - if he could - move to the... Camaasai's own level, whether that was outside or not. "You said you need help. What is it?" He said, now bringing his hands to rest casually on his beltline. "Business told me to come here; I'm expecting creds if you're the ones I was told to meet; so if we're going to talk business, let's talk business and what the work is." To be frank, he did expect to find work here... Just not whoever this was. Of course, he wasn't going to argue if he found that it was something that'd benefit him and perhaps spite the Imperials, but whether this group would come or not, he wouldn't care too much. I just bloody want to be able to feed myself this month, and get a few upgrades. Granted, the Imperials did give good pay too, for Jedi and for Rebels... If he could be bothered to take such a thing. With every step he found them less and less appealing to work with.
Like the zabrak, so was Rtora mostly keeping to himself and his thoughts, meditating in the other side of the ship. Varel's presence was distracting, it put him on edge for some reason. Rtora had his hunches as to why but that thought was too unpleasant to process right now. He made himself a personal bubble of silence while lying on the bed of his dormitory space, trying to block everything out and just relax and listen to the steady hum of the ship. It went with partial success, still he felt a lot better when they landed at last. With a heavy in and out breath, he donned silver mask and joined the others, a lot more relaxed and collected this time. Aboard the speeder Rtora had kept silence so far. Others deemed it fit to voice their opinion and he didn't want any attention anyway on him. The fact that this whole thing starts off with a misunderstanding doesn't bode well. Some wanted to roll with it while others just denied the groups involvement outright. Rtora himself wasn't sure what would be the right thing to do here, still he didn't like lying. "We're not the ones you hired but you do need someone." Rtora added after the Mandalorian had spoken. "We can help you." After saying that he remembered who he was with and people weren't that altruistic as he was. "Given we are compensated for our trouble, of course."
B2 after being repaired had waited on the ship , waiting inside the closet in the common room pondering the meanings of life, why it had been made the way he was, was his conciousness linked to his form , if he replaced every part of its form one piece at a time was it still itself at the end of it ? Questions it could only understand in their base pieces , together impossoble to understand and their answers even farther from it's grasp. All of these flooded through its mind as its form stood idle in the closet , its eyes dim and the only sound coming from it was the loud humming of its processors overworking itself as it charged from the ship. After they would be brought onto the Vehicle the Antique Battle-Droid would remain silent though close to its newest employer a weary eye on the potential enemies
Onderon, Capital Iziz @bossaroo @Casavay @Colapse @GobMaw_HellSmasha @Kalle @Vlayden @Wata Making a sharp turn down a back alley, Famhi brought the speeder to an abrupt stop. She turned to her occupants and then to Varel, "This is not how we do things Varel. I don't know how you do things where you come from but we don't force people join us here!" Turning to the others she addressed the group. "Look, I'm sorry he roped you all into this. But anyone not willing to do this mission must stay with us until it is over. We can't have the Empire dogs finding out what is going on until it's over." Taking a deep breath the Caamasi calmed herself before continuing. "There is a secret Imperial listening post hidden in the jungle. One of the Moffs is using it to spy on his rival, which means no other Imperials know about it. Long story short, we want it so we can establish a good foothold on the planet." She looked around the group trying to judge their reactions before continuing. "You will be compensated for your assistance. It's not much but I can pay each of you 500 credits and a share of the equipment that is recovered. If you will agree to do this I will go over the rest once we get to our headquarters." A pleading look crossed the Caamasi's face.
Onderon; City of Iziz Kin'aven was seething. Not only had one of her clients deceived her, he had roped her into some mad insurrection plot. A severe glare in the direction of the robed zabrak, and she looked back at Fahmi. "That's a meagre offer of compensation for a possible terrorism charge," Kina retorted skeptically. "This outpost being unofficial might mean we can get away from official attention, but I'm not getting involved in anybody's shadow war. How do I know you'll keep your end, though? You'll just let me go?"
"You pay Fritz. Fritz keeping booms Fritz finds. Fritz take any droids too. Then Fritz help, yes?" Fritz overheard the tail head lady being concerned about about being let go. Fritz didn't experience any of her concerns of the matter, as long as he got to make something explode so he could see the pretty lights, didn't really matter what he was doing. But in an attempt to calm tail head lady down, Fritz went to look for something in his back pack. (@Kalle ) "They keep end, because Fritz have this" he said pulling out his thermal detonator and arming it on a dead man switch. The little silver orb began beeping and whirring in the Jawa's tiny hands as he held it out in front of him. "You keep end, yes? Or Fritz drop this. No want that, yes? You calm nice captain lady now, yes?"
