Log:Chandrila Spaceport Disturbance
Chandrila Starport Disturbance
OOC Date: July 5, 2020
Location: Chandrila
Participants: Septima Carnine (ST), Elrych Cometburn, Nova Korell, Lokir, Jax Greystorm, Tharyn Corlas
It's looking like the evening is going to be another beautiful one on Chandrila and this isn't really something that should shock any of the locals. The starport is busy and there's a ton of new ships that have been coming and going. Some pristine in condition and some that have seen much better days.
One of those ships is the Tricky Trandoshan. The green and yellow paint of the ship faded and peeling. The captain, a human male with short cut blonde hair and brown eyes is dressed in old clothes and has been waiting for the local cargo folks to look over his paperwork. He looks thoroughly bored with life at the moment and gives his workers the order to go ahead and start offloading anyways.
Elrych had gotten done with a run to Bim and was now back on Chandrila. Atop a crate near the hanger space he rented for him, his crew, and the various craft he owned; the Jedi in the dark green robes and second class blood striped breeches sat cross leged with eyes closed. Lightly, he floated just above the surface of the crate. In front of everyone, not hiding his abilities or who he was. It was a type of meditation, and being able to achieve it in the presnece of a busy spaceport was a difficult yet rewarding task.
Not too far away, a blonde in a tan jacket and coordinating cargos is talking to a Human maintenance worker, both of them standing beneath the wing of an aging A-24. There's some gesturing, but no raised voices, and at last the woman signs a datapad the worker proffers, and hands over a handful of credits.
Done with that painful ritual, she leans on the landing gear and watches the unloading of the /Tricky Trandoshan/. Her ship carries no cargo; it couldn't carry enough to deserve the name, anyway.
It was evening and well Jax emerges from the private hanger he's been using for his ships. He steps out and stretches as he stifles a yawn. He looks around for a moment and rubs the sleepiness from his eyes as he was getting over Hyperspace lag. They Jax reaches into a pocket and produces an Almakian apple and a small knife. He start to cut the apple up and eat slivers of apple.
Lokir is near the fuel service station, negotiating maintenance with the crew on staff. His R2 unit occasionally boops in with attempts at hardball. <Yes, I understand the fuel cap is non-standard and resembles a feline...No, I don't think you deserve hazard pay..." A whistle and a boop. <No, he's joking, the fuel lines aren't actually booby-trapped...>
It's looking like the evening is going to be another beautiful one on Chandrila and this isn't really something that should shock any of the locals. The starport is busy and there's a ton of new ships that have been coming and going. Some pristine in condition and some that have seen much better days.
One of those ships is the Tricky Trandoshan. The green and yellow paint of the ship faded and peeling. The captain, a human male with short cut blonde hair and brown eyes is dressed in old clothes and has been waiting for the local cargo folks to look over his paperwork. He looks thoroughly bored with life at the moment and gives his workers the order to go ahead and start offloading anyways.
Tharyn's ship, Avenger, has landed amongst the transports on the field. No stormtroopers or spaceport assaults here, just the tall, lanky man in green and black speeder leathers descending the vessel's boarding ramp. He stretches a bit at the bottom of the gangway, which then begins to seal behind him. Wanders off down the lane to find a service tech.
One of the cargo folks looks up, as if they have a sixth sense on someone not listening to what they had been told. There's a hawklike squint to their features and then they are heading towards the Tricky Trandoshan and its Captain that's disobeying the rules! Huff!
The captain gives a look over towards the incoming starport official and there's a moment his fingers brush the side of the blaster he carries, but he thinks better of it. "Did you find everything in order?" he calls to the person with the datapad that's coming for him.
Elrych slowly lowers himself down onto the top of the crate. Opening his eyes he sighs deeply, blue orbs looking around the Spaceport. They stop on the Official, the Freighter Captain, and the Cargo person. He scratches the back of his head. Then he moves to hop down off the crate, fixing his robes as soon as he lands in order to even them out. His light saber sways a bit against his hip as it hangs from his belt.
Under her old scout craft, Nova frowns, seeing the Customs man heading the way of the ship she's watching. And the way that captain nearly draws the blaster he's wearing. Nothing about this smells good... but that might only be the instincts of a longtime grunt talking.
Nonetheless, she casually twists her utility belt so that her stun baton is under her hand as it rests at her side. She can draw it easily from this position.
Jax had spent too much time as a smuggler to like the look of this. He though continues to eat his apple but the knife is carefully stowed away. He begins to much on the apple using his teeth to break the skin with a crunch. He begins to drift in the direction of Lokir.
Lokir sighs with exasperation. <Look, I understand that fuel is flammable. I'm not asking for you to reload the concussion missil...Yes, there is a concussion missile launcher...> Lokir shakes his mirrored helm and flexes his clawed gauntlets. A sudden blue electric glow ignites around his fists. <Look...how about this. Option 1: I refuel my ship.> Lokir wiggles his sparking fingers. <Option 2: I shake your hand.> Lokir's gloves deactivate. <Option 3: I pay you nice NR creds, and you refill my ship.> Lokir casually glances around the spaceport, offering Jax a friendly nod.
Tharyn, of course, is just walking down the spaceport aisle - there's no violence cooking off, after all, just folks doing business. Folks whom he doesn't know. Don't mind him yet.
The starport official closes in on the Captain of the Tricky Trandoshan and there's a look down to the datapad, another squint and then a look up to the man, "Well, this ship is registered to a Trandoshan and the paperwork is still reflecting that. So we're going to ask you to come with us, sir." the official is short and to the point. It's then that folks might see the two uniformed guards heading that way.
That makes the blonde haired captain laugh and he draws his blaster without answering the person with the datapad. He aims it at the sky and fires, causing the people near him to scatter as he takes off running.
"Someone stop him!" the official cries out.
There was a time that Elrych would have not cared or had maybe tried to help out the fellow who was running from the law in his more rogueish days as a rumpswag smuggler. THese days things had changed. He was an agent of Balance... and Agent of light and sworn to protect the peace and laws of the New Republic.
Calmly his hand raises, stretched out towards the running smuggler. Reaching out with the invisible hand of the force he wraps his influence around the man, causing him to stop in place as if hitting a brick wall, frozen there mid run. There is a low rumble as he does this seemingly coming from the air around them.
Yup. This went about as Nova had been thinking it would. At least the so-called captain hadn't just started blasting! But he's still getting away, and the guards are way out of position to stop him!
So Nova takes off running, dashing after the fleeing captain. She leaves the stun baton on her belt, instead preparing to grab the man!
She could swear he /stops/ dead still after a few strides! But she's taking no chances, lunging and hitting him low and hard! Both of them hit the ground, but she was expecting it, quickly grabbing the man's hands and pinning them to the ground. "I suggest you let go of that blaster before I feed it to you!"
Jax walks up to stand next to Lokir, "Hey Lokir. Everything alright." He says turning to see the Captain tackled by Nova. His hand dangles by his blaster for a quick draw. His eyes glancing forward to the crew to see if they're up to anything. "Looks like Nova took care of things."
The kerfuffle is brief, and Tharyn has occasion to turn around and squint - but the culprit is properly disarmed, now, and so the trouble seems to have passed. He continues, then, hands in the pockets of his jacket, heading along down the aisle.
Lokir nods. "Yep...we've reached an arrangement. The good fuel technician here will refuel my ship, and I will pay him." The commotion by the Trandoshan and with the crew draws his eyes. From the open hold of the questionable freighter, a number of distinctive scents fill the air--quite obvious in the sterile air of the spaceport. Lokir draws his datapad to confirm a few things, then switches to a voice channel shared by Nova and Jax. <There is some real heavy spice in the air, coming from the hold of that ship...The Tricky Trandoshan. The one where the spacer beneath you ran from, Moonbeam. Probably some weapons, too. I'll take a closer look.> Nodding to the fuel official, Lokir slinks off, making his way swiftly and unobtrusively to the questionable freighter.
The kerfuffle is brief, and Tharyn has occasion to turn around and squint - but the culprit is properly disarmed, now, and so the trouble seems to have passed. He continues, then, hands in the pockets of his jacket, heading along down the aisle.
That...was a bit easier than the starport official was thinking it was going to be. The guards catch up to where the Captain has been tackled and they let Nova sit on him for a moment before they ask to cuff him and pick him up. "Thank you for the assistance, ma'am." they tell her.
"If you want to do that again after I get out of jail just call me." the Captain winks at Nova.
The crew from the Tricky Trandoshan all seem to start talking at once. Apparently the old crew suddenly vanished and this so called captain needed them for a run that wasn't going to be on the books. Not to mention the regular captain was a Trandoshan. A lot of things didn't add up so they got caught quickly.
"We'll confiscate all of the cargo and go through it. We don't need anything illegal on planet or getting spread around to folks." they frown.
Elrych crosses his arms over his chest, placing his hands over each other inside the volumous sleeves of his dark green cloak. "Welp... that'll do... That'll do." He turns and starts to walk back towards his hanger without any fanfare or taking any credit for helping.
"Careful. His crew might not be as mousy as they appear," Moonbeam cautions Lokir. "That's a strong nose you've got, if you can smell those things all the way over here. Do you need a blaster?" She reaches for her belt.
"Why? Do you have a thing for pain? Sicko," Nova replies to the captain, cuffing him expertly and letting the security officers do their jobs. "I'm sure you'll get your fill of that in jail, anyway."
She looks back to Elrych. "Was that you that stopped him?" she asks, shivering a little. Sorcery... but it's the only explanation she can come up with. She sure didn't see any stun-blasts.
Jax reaches into a pocket and pulls out a comlink, <Smuggler. Probably best it's spice and weapons. If he was smuggling slaves onto the planet. That would be a whole other new set of problems. Nicework, Moonbeam.> Jax turns to nod at Elrych and gives him a knowing smile. Then he turns back to the fuel crew, "Did I hear a Cat head shapped fuel cap? I will give you guys 5 credits to take a holocapture of that for me." He says producing a credit chip. nyway.""
Lokir shrugs. "It's easier to smell things in clean environments than in ripe jungles. And spice is distinctive." Lokir shifts his cloak a bit to reveal a DH-17 on one hip and a Theed S-5 on the other. "I should be ok. Getting shot is how I pay my rent. Sometimes, I even get paid to shoot back."
There's talk of spice, and possibly guns - and Tharyn needs work, so the tall man turns to linger, peering across the way at the commotion, hands on his hips. No real hurry, mind, but if opportunity knocks...
