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Pinnacle Inc. Transcripts for Mission Assignment 010605

Posted below are transcripts for this mission.

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Assignment 010605 - Episode One

EPISODE ONE:
The Assignees are to attend the briefing at Headquarters. If they don't show up on time, it is most likely they will be taken off of the roster for this assignment.
Captain Gerrig awaits them in the briefing room.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE ONE %$%$%

<Brask_Key`far> :: hurries to the briefing room, not wanting to miss the meeting::
<Nal_Doon> ::saunters into the briefing room, sipping a large mug of coffee::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::walks slowly into the briefing room, with a full pack over his shoulder::
<Nal_Doon> ::raises her eyebrows at Ian and plops herself down, savouring the coffee::
<Kahlan> ::walks gracefully into the briefing room, hiney twitching nicely, and appraises the males she sees inside with a quick glance::
<Brask_Key`far> :: finds the briefing room and enters, before stopping to stare at the red skinned person who entered right before him::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::keeps his eye to the front, but notices the others as they enter...takes a seat at the back of the room::
<Kahlan> ::takes a seat in the middle of the room and crosses her legs::

ACTION:: At the front of the room is a tall slender woman in a military type uniform. It hugs her form tightly. Her long dark hair is pinned back, and a tail of it flows over her shoulder. Though she is quite attractive, she has the look of all business about her.::

<Nal_Doon> ::kicks her feet up on a chair in front of her as she keeps her eyes to the front of the room and leans back in her chair::
<Brask_Key`far> :: half follows Kahlan, not ceasing to look at her until he almost trips over a seat and sits down::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sets his pack on the floor beside him, letting it open just wide enough for a hand to drop into it::
<Kahlan> ::smiles as she sees Brask trip over a chair::
<Brask_Key`far> :: realizes that Kahlan has noticed him and turns to look at the Woman in uniform::
<Capt. Gerrig> ::leaves the podium and looks at the time:: All: Has any of you seen or know where Mr. Rid**** is?
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::shakes his head, not really caring where the guy is anyway::
<Kahlan> :: doesn't know the man, and therefore doesn't answer::
<Capt. Gerrig> ::goes back to the podium and enters something on the console:: All: This is your briefing for Assignment 010605. If you feel that you are not able to take this assignment, please leave now.
<Nal_Doon> ::looks around at everyone else as if they'd know then focuses her eyes up front again::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: doesn't move a muscle::
<Brask_Key`far> :: glances back at Kahlan from time to time but doesn't make any move to leave::
<Kahlan> ::sits still::
<Capt. Gerrig> ::enters more into the console:: All: Very well. As you know, this is a search and rescue mission. The person you are to retrieve is a young woman named Jennell Dradman. She was kidnapped over two months ago from her home on Corellia. As stated in the assignment, the best prospect of her whereabouts is on Kessel, as a slave.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods, since he already knows this::
<Nal_Doon> ::savours her coffee and listens closely since she didn't really read the memo anyway::
<Kahlan> ::nods and looks around the briefing room, her hands crossed in her lap::
<Capt. Gerrig> ::looks at each of their faces:: All: Each of you will be given a data pad with information that has been provided by the abductee's father. In addition to those pads, you will be given samples of her clothing and perfumes, which may do little to help you find her, but may come in handy at some other point in time. ::looks around again:: Any questions thus far?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::continues to look straight ahead::
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head, a bored look on her face::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shakes his head::
<Capt. Gerrig> ::moves from the podium after collecting the pads and walks to each of them, giving them a pad. Her own perfume is apparent to everyone. It's not heavy, but is a very nice fragrance::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::takes the pad and begins looking at the data stored inside::
<Kahlan> ::accepts the pad from the captain and looks it over::
<Brask_Key`far> :: takes a pad and nods, smiling a bit as usual::
<Capt. Gerrig> :: pulls out the cloth and perfume samples, and hands them to Ian, since he is the lead on this assignment::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::takes the samples and drops them into his pack:: Captain: Thank you.
<Capt. Gerrig> ::nods and walks back to the podium:: All: If you will notice, everything listed in the assignment has been included in the data pad and among the samples. Nothing else exists to our knowledge.
<Nal_Doon> ::reads what's on the pad as she finishes her coffee::
<Capt. Gerrig> ::looks around to each of them:: All: Again, any questions?
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to focus his attention on the Captain, saving the pad for after she's done::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::waits and looks around to the others to see if they ask the obvious questions::
<Brask_Key`far> :: raises his hand::
<Kahlan> ::scrolls through the information on the pad::
<Capt. Gerrig> ::nods to Brask:: All: Yes, Mr. Key'far.
<Brask_Key`far> Gerrig: Will we have any kind of backup in case things go badly?
<Capt. Gerrig> Brask: No. As per normal procedures, all assignments are as is. No support is given unless stated in the assignment. In the case of if things go bad, all knowledge of the assignment and the assignees will be denied.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods::
<Nal_Doon> ::scoffs to herself::
<Kahlan> ::nods and smiles a bit::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::notices no one else asking questions, so he stands up:: Captain: Captain Gerrig, what transportation will be provided to us?
<Capt. Gerrig> ::nods to Ian:: Ian: You will be assigned a shuttle. It will be fully armed and well suited for your assignment. The shuttle is in Bay 21 at the spaceport, being prepped as we speak.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and sits down again:: Captain: Thank you.
<Nal_Doon> ::smirks slightly::
<Brask_Key`far> :: perks up at the mention of a ship, wondering what class it will be::
<Nal_Doon> ::lowers her feet to the ground and sits up straight, shifting slightly in her chair::
<Capt. Gerrig> ::takes one last look:: All: If there is nothing else, you are to report to your shuttle no later than 1100 hours. After that, you will be required to find your own transportation. ::looks again:: Dismissed.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods again and stands::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to everyone else to see how they react to the assignment and the briefing::
<Nal_Doon> ::raises herself out of her seat and heads for the door to prepare for leaving::
<Kahlan> ::stands up and stretches::
<Brask_Key`far> :: doesn't show any signs that he is upset about the assignment, he looks as content as always, finds his gaze wander back to Kahlan a few more times before turning his attention to the pad he was given::
<Capt. Gerrig> ::lets her eyes fall to the podium console and closes out what she has entered::
<Kahlan> :: powers down the pad and slips it into her pocket::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pulls a small disc from his pocket and inserts it into the data pad, downloading some files he likes to have on hand all the time, then puts the disc back into his pocket::
<Brask_Key`far> :: downloads all the information off the new datapad into his personally modified one and puts the new one in his bag::
<Capt. Gerrig> ::looks up:: Ian: Mr. Hawkins, did you need anything else?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks up to her:: Captian: No, nothing. I just wanted to get things in order before leaving.
<Capt. Gerrig> ::nods:: Ian: Perhaps you need to gather what you need for the assignment?
<Nal_Doon> :: pauses at the door as Ian talks with Gerrig::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::shakes his head:: Captian: No, I have everything I need right here. ::nods to his pack::
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to read the information given::
<Capt. Gerrig> ::nods:: Ian: Is there anything I can help you with, in that case? Perhaps we can talk about the assignment over some caffe?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::shakes his head:: Captian: No, thank you. I probably should be going. A quick look at that shuttle might be in order.
<Nal_Doon> ::sighs and rolls her eyes at Gerrig and heads out the door:: Self: Geez, and here I thought she might be telling him something important...

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Assignment 010605 - Episode One Continued

(continued)

<Brask_Key`far> :: finishes reading the information and puts his pad away, turning and walking over to Kahlan:: Kahlan: Excuse me, but would you mind if I asked what planet you are from?
<Kahlan> Brask: Zeltros. ::smiles at him::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles back:: Kahlan: Thank you. I've never met someone from there so I was having a hard time guessing where you were from. You are very unique. :: bows a little:: Brask Key`far.
<Capt. Gerrig> ::frowns:: Ian: Perhaps you should inspect the shuttle, then. ::leaves the podium and takes a side exit to the room::
<Kahlan> Brask: Kahlan Amnell. And thank you. Few of us travel this far from home, so I suppose I am rather a sight.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stands up and puts the pad into his pack, before closing it up and slinging it over his shoulder:: All: You do have things to do, don't you?
<Nal_Doon> ::chuckles:: Ian: Probably, but it's more fun hearing you get hit on too...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks back at the side exit and then to Nal:: Nal: I don't have time for such things these days.
<Kahlan> ::gives Ian an odd look and smiles at Brask:: Brask: I suppose he is right. We ought to get ready
<Ian_Hawkins> ::heads for the door:: All: See you at Bay 21. ::walks out::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods a Kahlan:: Kahlan: I am already ready, but I am eager to inspect our transportation. :: bows again before turning and leaving the briefing room::
<Kahlan> ::heads for her quarters, waving at Brask as they part ways::
<Nal_Doon> ::smirks to herself as she heads for Bay 21::

ACTION:: 1100 hours has come and gone many hours ago. The shuttle banks carefully to the left and up, to head towards Kessel, which is an hour away::

<Nal_Doon> ::sits comfortably in her seat, going over all her gear in preparation::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::finishes his heading adjustments and spins around in his seat:: All: OK, everyone know what they need to do, right?
<Kahlan> Ian: Find this girl and bring her home?
<Nal_Doon> ::looks up from adjusting her blaster on her belt::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::frowns at Kahlan:: Kahlan: I was referring to your individual jobs. ::shakes his head::
<Nal_Doon> ::grins:: Ian: Blast anyone that gets in my way?
<Kahlan> ::grins:: Ian: Fix any of you that get blasted?
<Brask_Key`far> :: is sitting in his seat, tinkering with something, hears Ian and turns to look at him:: Ian: Fix things that need fixing and hack things that needs hacking I suppose, correct?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::slumps back in his seat and sighs:: Self: I get saddled with a bunch of wiseguys. Great.
<Nal_Doon> Ian: Of course we know what we have to do Hawkins... relax will ya? ::rolls her eyes::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::shakes his head and mumbles to himself, as he spins his seat back to the controls::
<Brask_Key`far> :: doesn't understand why Ian seems upset and goes back to his tinkering::
<Kahlan> ::rolls her eyes and giggles a bit::
<Nal_Doon> All: Just so we're on the right comm-signal, shouldn't we devise some kind of plan of action for when we arrive?
<Ian_Hawkins> Nal: Whatever you decide is fine by me. ::lets his fingers slide along the controls to tweak the course::

ACTION:: The shuttle gets within Kessel's defense forces::

<KDF> [Shuttle]: Unidentified shuttle. What is your destination and purpose?
<Kahlan> Ian: Tell them we came to have a party. ::grins::
<Nal_Doon> ::looks at Ian and wonders how he'll reply::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::continues on, without replying, as if henever heard them::
<Nal_Doon> ::sits quietly and eyes Ian:: Ian: You do realize a non-answer could get us fired upon, don't you?
<KDF> [Shuttle]: Unidentified shuttle. State your destination and purpose. Immediately.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks over to Nal and then back to his controls, continuing on::
<Kahlan> ::raises an eyebrow, smirks, and buckles her seatbelt::
<Nal_Doon> ::nods:: Ian: I guess so...::grins at the thought of possible combat::

ACTION:: Several small ships appear on sensors and are heading towards the shuttle, and fast::

<KDF> [Shuttle]: Unidentified shuttle. State your destination and purpose or be fired upon. This is not a warning.
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues his tinkering as space flight and combat aren't exactly his fortay::
<Nal_Doon> Ian: Need me to take over the guns?...::looks out the viewscreen at the approaching ships::... whenever you're ready of course
<Ian_Hawkins> ::flips a switch:: [KDF]: We are heading for Kessel to purchase property for a client. Unfortunately, our shuttle has some damages that will require repair as soon as we land. ::looks back to Brask for a second::
<Brask_Key`far> :: catches Ian looking at him and looks up from his work:: Ian: Need me to rig up some fake damage?

ACTION:: The incoming ships slow down, but continue towards the shuttle::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods to Brask:: Brask: But make it not so obvious.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and stands, putting away the thing he was tinkering with and pulling out his tools:: Ian: Of course. :: moves to start working::
<Kahlan> ::reads over the information in the data pad one more time, waiting for landing::
<KDF> [Shuttle]: You are cleared to land on Kessel. Our facilities will await you for your repairs.
<Kahlan> ::glances at Brask now and then, watching him work as she reads::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::flips the switch once more and alters course just slightly to make a landing pattern::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sets up some small charges to blow out some slightly important relays once he pushes the remote when they land and moves onto something else::

ACTION:: The incoming ships move passed the shuttle and turn back towards Kessel on a different heading::

<Ian_Hawkins> Nal: You were saying? ::not looking to her::
<Nal_Doon> ::sits back and folds her arms, chuckling:: Ian: Nice one... I'll have to note that in my tactics notebooks
<Ian_Hawkins> ::still focusing on the controls:: Nal: I've dealt with people like these before. I know that they are used to scum and slavers pressing their luck, or running from something or someone. Giving them so bad treatment is what they expect. If you answer right away, they will get suspicious.
<Nal_Doon> ::nods in agreement:: Ian: Golden rule applies everywhere doesn't it?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::watches the atmosphere rush up at them:: Nal: However, I may have been a bit too nice to them, with my explanation. Be prepared none the less.
<Nal_Doon> ::shrugs and pats her blaster:: Nal: I'm always prepared

ACTION:: The shuttle skims over the rough terrain of Kessel, slipping in and out of mountaintops and canyons, until it approaches a spaceport. It then levels out and slows down for it's final approach::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::makes the final adjustments as he spots the landing pad::

ACTION:: The shuttle slows and spins around, before settling onto the landing pad. Air billows up and dust clouds fly into the air around the shuttle::

<Nal_Doon> ::shifts anxiously in her seat, her adrenaline beginning to pick up::
<Brask_Key`far> :: rigs up some fake sensor readings to indicate system malfunction and reroutes them through so many backed up systems that it will be hard to track down that it is fake::
<Kahlan> :: powers down the data pad, puts it back in her pocket, and unbuckles::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: powers down the shuttle and spins in his seat, grabbing his pack from a side locker::
<Brask_Key`far> Ian: You need that damage now?
<Nal_Doon> :: blinks at Ian's hastiness and follows suit::
<Kahlan> ::stands up and grabs her pack, stuffed full of emergency medical supplies::
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: I needed it yesterday. Let's go.
<Brask_Key`far> :: punches the remote he rigged up to blow the charges and puts his tools away:: Ian: That should be enough of the right kind of damage to warrent a landing. :: grabs his pack::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::jumps out of his seat and moves to the hatch/ramp:: All: Ready?
<Kahlan> ::nods and follows Ian::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::hits the button to open the ramp, as smoke from the damages filter through the shuttle::
<Brask_Key`far> :: makes his way towards the hatch, politely waiting on the ladies to go first::

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Assignment 010605 - Episode One Continued

(continued)

ACTION:: Outside the shuttle are several repair crew workers and three security troops, waiting for the occupants to disembark::

<Nal_Doon> ::nods and takes a deep breat as the doors are opened::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::watches the ramp lower to the landing pad, before walking onto it:: All: Hello! Glad to be on solid ground again. ::gives a fake smile::
<Kahlan> ::follows Ian down the ramp, smiling as well, and paying close attention to the emotions of the men on the landing pad::
<Nal_Doon> ::wonders what Ian is up to this time::
<Sec Troop1> ::nods to the repair crew to go aboard:: All: We need to know more about you and your reason for being here.
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows everyone, still looking at Kahlan from time to time::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to the others and back to the trooper:: Sec Troop1: We are here to make a purchase. One that could only be done here. ::shrugs:: Well, I guess there are other places where slaves can be bought, but this is where my client wanted his from. ::shrugs again::
<Sec Troop1> ::nods :: Ian: Slaving is illegal, you know. Who is your client?
<Nal_Doon> ::makes a slight scowl::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::smiles to the trooper:: Sec Troop1: Of course it's illegal. Why else would we come here. Come on, you know that Kessel is the best planet for trafficking "workers". You also know that I can't tell who my client is. ::chuckles::
<Kahlan> ::looks the man up and down, appraising him as she reads his feelings like a book::
<Brask_Key`far> :: watches Kahlan, wondering why she seems so focused on the trooper::
<Nal_Doon> ::folds her arms and looks stern::
<Sec Troop1> ::looks them all over:: All: Quite a diverse bunch aren't you? ::looks to the other troops and back to them:: OK, but if you cause the slightest bit of trouble, you will be working the mines with the rest of the prisoners. ::motions for them to move on::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Sec Troop1: Thanks. We will definitely keep that in mind. ::smiles and walks passed, wiping the smile from his face as soon as he does::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and smiles at the troops as he moves on with the group::
<Kahlan> ::walks along with the rest of the group, swaying her hips nicely in case the trooper is watching::

ACTION:: The troops turn and watch Kahlan, their eyes glued on her. Suddenly one troop shoves another and they begin to bicker about which one she liked most::

<Kahlan> :: bites her cheek to keep from laughing as she hears the bickering break out behind her::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::moves on to the landing pad exit, not looking back at the bickering troops::
<Nal_Doon> ::follows Ian::
<Nal_Doon> :: begins to think she should have changed into something a little more menacing::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pushes the exit button and watches the door slide open:: All: OK, you know what to do. Let's find our property and go home.
<Kahlan> ::nods at Ian and just follows along, kind of useless unless someone gets hurt::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods at Ian, constantly switching from gazing at his surroundings to Kahlan::
<Nal_Doon> ::gives Ian an odd look:: Ian: You know where she is?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::walks into the corridor:: Nal: No. For all we know, she might not even be on this planet.
<Nal_Doon> Ian: You got the perfume sample?

ACTION:: The spaceport is a dirty place, with undesirables hanging all about. Some eye the young ladies, but keep their distance due to the male companions the women have.::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks over at Nal:: Nal: You want perfume now? Planning on going to the clubs?
<Kahlan> ::eyes the men in the spaceport right back::
<Nal_Doon> ::makes a face:: Ian: No, I want to get a sense of it... I have a good sense of smell you know... I nearly choked on Gerrig's perfume...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Nal: However, I doubt that whoever has the girl is providing her with her favorite perfumes. ::grins and digs into his pack, pulling out a small vial before handing it to her::
<Nal_Doon> ::shrugs:: Ian: I know... but she might have traces of it on her
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Nal: Good luck. ::continues on::
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues to looks around, facinated with the place he has found himself in::
<Kahlan> ::walks along with the group, looking around in interest as she has never been here before::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::reaches a computer teminal marked as an information access point:: Brask: Brask, can you see if you have any luck here? The rest of us will keep moving. Maybe we can dig up something else.
<Nal_Doon> ::takes the vial and puts a bit of it on her wrist before handing it back to him::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods at Ian and moves to the terminal, his fingers flying over the input controls as he tries to get into the city mainframe, if there is such a thing on Kessel::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: puts the vial back into his pack:: All: Let's find a place where the slavers hang out. I'm sure someone will have some answers for us.
<Kahlan> ::nods at Ian and turns back for a moment to wiggle her fingers at Brask with a grin::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and smiles at Kahlan, waving::

ACTION:: With the exception of Brask, they exit the spaceport and immediately spot several bars and cantinas down a filthy street. Drunkards lay in the gutters, and security troops drag off those who cause trouble in the bars::

<Kahlan> Ian: Such nice places they send us to.
<Nal_Doon> ::looks at Ian:: Ian: I'm voting we split up... I don't know what you had in mind... but we might find out more....
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks over at Nal and then at Kahlan:: Nal: Are you sure?
<Brask_Key`far> :: runs into a data core somewhere and spends a few minutes soaking in any information there::
<Nal_Doon> Ian: Well I can take care of myself... but it's worth a try... unless you had a better idea
<Kahlan> Nal: We can't really go around asking if anyone has seen her though. It would be sure to bring suspicion down onto us in short order.

ACTION:: Brask finds a portal into a buyer's guild, hidden deep behind several firewalls and security checkpoints. Some of which he had to break through using some of his programs he took with him::

<Brask_Key`far> :: searches through the guild's database for any mention of the girl, from a month ago till now::
<Ian_Hawkins> Kahlan: Why not? At least we would know she was here. ::looks to Nal:: Nal: Have you dealt with slavers before?
<Nal_Doon> ::shakes her head:: Ian: Not directly...

ACTION:: The only information that could be remotely useful to Brask is something about a group of sales over a month ago concerning several slaves. More than one of them fit Jennell's description.::

<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Both: Women are among one of the foremost items a slaver looks for. They can be quite a hot commodity. If we separate, we might be looking for more than a girl.
<Brask_Key`far> :: types up the information on his datapade, since a download might trigger an alarm, and logs out, after getting down any specific information on the buyers or sellers of those slaves that fit the description::
<Nal_Doon> ::shrugs:: Ian: I can change to look like a man... that would help
<Kahlan> Nal: I however, can not, and I would prefer not to become a slave. ::smiles::
<Ian_Hawkins> Both: Do what you will, but staying together is our best protection. ::continues down the street and towards one of the closer bars::
<Kahlan> ::follows Ian, an easy choice to make considering the risk::
<Nal_Doon> ::shrugs and follows Ian anyway::

ACTION:: Brask exits the spaceport just in time to see the others enter the bar::

%$%$% END EPISODE ONE %$%$%

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Assignment 010605 - Episode Two

EPISODE TWO:
The Assignees are on Kessel. So far their questions have been met with blank stares, regurgitation, lewd remarks to the women, and bids to purchase the women. Nothing remotely useful to them.
However, Brask's information, though vague, has given a spark to their quest to find Jennell Dradman.
Currently, they are sitting at a back table in a small cafe. The place only has a cook and a waiter to tend to them and their one other customer, who seems to be enjoying his midday meal.
Meanwhile, since Rid**** could not be found, Keyan Dargan has been sent to fill in for him. Dargan was given passage on a transport bound for Kessel. The transport is to arrive within the next thirty minutes.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE TWO %$%$%

<Brask_Key`far> :: sips some kind of drink he chose at random from the menu and looks around the cafe::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sips his drink, though he has had much better elsewhere::
<Naal_Doon> ::fiddles with her mug as she munches on a few cracker-like chips::
<Kahlan> ::sips a drink and taps her fingernails on the table::
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: So, Key'far, give us that info again, just to make things clear. ::smirks::
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods:: Ian: Well, I was able to get into the slaver's guild server, it was surprisingly easy, I'd say they really need to get better security in their system. Anyway, it seems that within the past month there have been only a few slave transactions that fit the description we were given.
<Naal_Doon> ::smiles at the waiter as he walks by their table::
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: How many matches did you find and how long ago were they?
<Naal_Doon> ::folds her arms and looks over at Brask::
<Brask_Key`far> :: takes another sip of his drink:: Ian: Luckily only three, and they were all within the past month, which fits with what we know about the missing girl. :: nods at the group as he finishes relaying the information::
<Kahlan> All: Might be easier to track her down with that than with what little people were willing to tell us
<Ian_Hawkins> ::eyes Brask and shakes his head as he sips his drink::
<Naal_Doon> Brask: You have any kind of a location on these transactions?
<Keyan_Dargan> @ :: Keyan sat on the transport, mentally checking weapons. Heis blaster was right where he wanted it, at the small of his back and slightly to the right. A little awkward for a draw, but vertually unnoticeable. A vibro-blade down each boot, and more equipment in his bag below in the hold. ::
<Brask_Key`far> :: takes another sip of his drink and shakes his head:: Naal: Unfortunetly the only information on the transactions I could get were the dates. One of them was two weeks ago, and the other two were both only three days ago.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sets his drink down:: All: Two weeks ago? That sounds better than the other two. We should be able to get more specific with our questions now. ::looks to the waiter and the cook talking, then to the patron eating his meal::

@ACTION:: The transport begins it's decent into Kessel's atmosphere. ::

<Keyan_Dargan> @ :: Sits back comferatably, waiting for the mild atmosphere of Kessel to slightly jostle the ship, then it would be done. ::

ACTION:: Three large men walk into the cafe and stop just inside the door, looking the place over. They spot the group at the table and the man eating his food. Then they make their way to the counter and order drinks::

<Brask_Key`far> All: If I could find a terminal in a less public area I might could do some more searching and see if there are any well known slavers we could look into.
<Naal_Doon> ::nods:: Brask: I think we have enough to try out now... but the more info the better... ::eyes the group of men curiously::
<Kahlan> :: peers over at the group of men, keeping a wary touch on their feelings::

ACTION:: Two more men burst in and grab the man at the table in mid-bite and pull him outside. The waiter and the cook move to the kitchen of the cafe::

<Brask_Key`far> :: looks over at the door, wondering what that was all about and sips his drink again::
<Naal_Doon> ::straightens her form and places her hand on her blaster instinctively::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: picks up his drink and casually sips it:: Brask: If you can dig up more useful information, that would be great.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods at Ian:: Ian: I'll try my best.
<Naal_Doon> ::nods at the ruckus:: All: Think we should get out of here?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nod:: Brask: Finding a terminal suitable for your needs is going to be tough.

ACTION:: The tree large men don't move. They just drink their drinks and look around::

<Brask_Key`far> :: finishes his drink and stands:: Ian: I can manage. Unless this place is a complete backwater, I should be able to find a suitable terminal somewhere.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sets his drink down and nods to Brask::
<Naal_Doon> ::looks at Brask:: Brask: You need some help? I can go with you if you want...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::grins:: Nal: Doon, you scared?
<Brask_Key`far> Naal: I'm sure I'll be fine. But you can come along if you like.

@ACTION:: The transport sets down and it's engines change from a roar to a hum. Crews from outside begin opening hatches to unload the cargo::

<Naal_Doon> ::gives Ian a "Yeah right" look:: Ian: Scared? ::scoffs:: Who do you think you're talking to? I was offering him protection if he would like to have it... or privacy...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Nal: You just seem anxious to leave.
<Kahlan> Ian: Aren't we all? Not as if a place like this has anything decent to do.
<Brask_Key`far> Naal: Again, I'm sure I'll be fine. Although if miss Kahlan wouldn't mind accompanying me that might free the two of you up to search more efficiently.

ACTION:: The two men return with a beat up man and toss him to the floor. They then look towards the group.::

<Keyan_Dargan> @ :: stands and ajusts his blaster, wanting his bag. Another blaster and a rifle were waiting for him there. Then it was time to make contact with the next team and finish the job. Then go home. :: Self: Its sad when I start to miss Simon..
<Naal_Doon> ::shrugs:: Brask: Suit yourself... I just figured I could shift into something menacing so you wouldn't be disturbed in your search...
<Kahlan> ::looks briefly at the man on the floor, then up at the men who tossed him there::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::keeps his eyes on his drink and his hands on the table:: All: Leave if you like. I'll begin questioning again soon.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks at Kahlan to see what she thinks about his suggestion::
<Kahlan> Brask: I don't mind going with you if you'd like the company, but Naal would be useful if you'd like protection. It's up to you. ::shrugs::
<Kahlan> ::looks back down at the man on the floor to see if any of his injuries appear serious::

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ACTION:: The two men move towards the table, and they don't look friendly::

<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: I doubt I'll need protection. Male Bothans probably aren't a big seller around here. :: laughs::
<Keyan_Dargan> @ :: Moves quickly to the ramp, trying to get off the Transport as fast as possible. He hated not being part of the team at the begining. But lately, this was how things were working. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::takes the last sip of his drink and sets the glass down::
<Man1> ::stops at the table:: All: Who are you and what do you want here?
<Kahlan> Brask: Though you may find yourself too busy keeping people away from me to do your job. Once we get to the job of course.
<Kahlan> ::looks up at the man and tries to get an idea of his feelings::
<Naal_Doon> ::looks up at the Man:: Man1: I don't think you need to trouble yourself with that now, do you? We're minding our own business....
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks up at the men, making no move towards his blaster::
<Man2> Nal: Your business is our business in this part of town. Now give us what we want. ::leans in on her::
<Naal_Doon> :: doesn't move a muscle:: Man2: And just what is it that you want?
<Man1> ::looks at each one of them and lets his eyes stop on Kahlan:: Nal: We want her. ::looks to his friend and grins::
<Keyan_Dargan> @ :: He slowly but surely gets off the ship. Many of the passangers had turned out to be slow moving, much to the aggrivation of Keyan. As soon as he was off the ship, he grabbed his bag from a man before the Luggage loader could toss it on the ground. :: Luggage Loader: Thanks for not tossing it on the ground. I appreiciate that. :: He shakes his head at the man, then silently moves off to find the others. ::
<Kahlan> Man1: Too bad we don't always get what we want.
<Naal_Doon> ::laughs:: Man1: Like that's gonna happen... she's not for sale...
<Man2> All: Sale? Who cares about a sale? We take what we want. she's like a dropped credit. If it's on the floor, it belongs to us. ::moves towards Kahlan to grab her::
<Brask_Key`far> :: stands:: Men: Perhaps you should leave. :: still makes no move to his weapon::
<Kahlan> Man2: I am not on the floor.
<Man1> :: draws his blaster and points it at the Bothan:: Brask: Sit down, hairy.
<Naal_Doon> ::stands quickly and shoves her blaster into his chest, her features turning nasty:: Man1: Lay a hand on her, and it will be the last thing you do.....
<Kahlan> ::takes a deep breath to calm herself and projects a feeling of peace and calm toward the two men::
<Brask_Key`far> :: puts his hands up, still holding his mug:: Man: Perhaps if you told us what she was worth to you we could simply pay you the amount?
<Man2> ::grabs Kahlan by the upper arm and pulls her to her feet::

ACTION:: The three large men move to join the other two men, all with weapons pointed at the group::

<Kahlan> ::yanks her arm away from the man::
<Keyan_Dargan> @ :: Looks at his wrist comm, and dials in the code for the leader of this team :: *Ian*: Hawkins?
<Naal_Doon> ::turns to Man2 and shoots him, grabbing Kahlan and shoving her downward under the table as her instincts turn to fire at the other men::
<Brask_Key`far> :: throws his mug at the first man and rushes forward to help Naal::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::hears his comlink but ignors it for the moment:: Men: I suggest you leave before you find yourselves far beyond what you were expecting.

ACTION:: The three men open fire on the Bothan. At their range, missing would be nearly impossible::

<Man1> ::fires on Nal and dives behind a table::
<Brask_Key`far> :: takes a hit to his right shoulder and another to his left leg but tries to continue towards the men, finally pulling his own blaster and firing at them::
<Keyan_Dargan> @ :: He checks the code again, then re-transmits :: *Ian*: Hawkins, if you can hear me, this is Keyan Dargan of Pinnacle Inc. reporting for duty.
<Naal_Doon> ::after firing on Man2, she quickly takes dives under the table with Kahlan and fires on the other three men taking careful and quick aim::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sighs:: *Keyan* Hawkins here. Who is this? ::watches the shooting from his seat::

ACTION:: The men take cover and the cafe begins to fall apart inside from all of the blaster fire::

<Keyan_Dargan> Self: Finally. :: he looks down at his comm :: *Ian*: This is Keyan Dargan, sorry I'm late.
<Brask_Key`far> :: continues advancing on the three men, trying to evade their fire and get close enough to attack them::
<Kahlan> ::crouches under the table and pulls her blaster, firing on the men from her cover::
<Naal_Doon> ::continues firing on the source of the blaster shots as she uses the table for cover::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: ducks a bit lower to not get hit by a stray shot:: *Keyan*: Late? I didn't know you were supposed to be here. You are welcome to join in. We are at the cafe three blocks down from the main spaceport exit.

ACTION:: The men move to surround the group. Two go to the right and one goes towards the left::

<Keyan_Dargan> *Ian*: On my way. :: He shuts to comm off and jogs off down the street headed for the bar. ::
<Brask_Key`far> :: chooses to advance on the single man heading left::
<Kahlan> ::turns toward the right, staying undercover and still firing::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks around and sees what's going on:: Self: Trigger happy idiots. ::shakes his head::
<Naal_Doon> ::watches the advancing men carefully and aims for the one closest to her, firing a well aimed shot::
<Brask_Key`far> :: fires rapidly at the single man he is closing in on, only firing stun blasts since that is all his blaster will fire::

ACTION:: Brask takes several more hits, knocking him off balance::

<Man1> ::stays behind a table near the door, to cover any escape::
<Brask_Key`far> :: fires off several more rounds at the single man before losing his balance completely and falling over, smashing a table on his way down::

ACTION:: Two of the men make it to their new positions and have the group nearly surrounded::

<Naal_Doon> ::grits her teeth as Brask goes down::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::slips his hand into his open pack on the floor and pulls out a heavy blaster, and swinging it around towards the man at their rear, firing it quickly::
<Kahlan> ::fires as well as she can at the same time that she is crawling out from under the table and toward the fallen Brask::

ACTION:: Two men go down, leaving two left. One to their right and one at the front::

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<Keyan_Dargan> @ :: Stops on the third block and listens, it sounded like muffled blaster fire, comming directly from where he was supposed to meet the group, fun. He unslings his bag, and pulls out the components for his rifle., quickly and deftly putting them together, and powering the weapon. He grimaces slightly and slings the pack back on, throwing the carry strap of his rifle around his neck, and venturing forth into the bar, armed to the teeth.::
<Brask_Key`far> :: doesn't even bother trying to get back to his feet but decides to try and help out anyway, setting his blaster to overload he tosses it at the man to their right::
<Naal_Doon> ::looks around for Kahlan:: Kahlan: Kahlan! What are you doing?? Get back here!!
<Ian_Hawkins> :: puts his blaster away and closes his pack::
<Man1> ::spins around to face Keyan::
<Kahlan> Naal: He's hurt. I'm doing my job. ::reaches Brask and pulls some soft cloth pads from her bag, pressing them firmly over anything that is bleeding::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks up at Kahlan, idly wondering why his blaster didn't explode, and smiles:: Kahlan: Oh, you're alright. That's good.
<Naal_Doon> ::rolls her eyes:: Kahlan: It's you they're after you silly twit! If they carry you off this will all be for nothing!

ACTION:: Brask's blaster overloads and explodes, blinding those looking to their right, including the man on the right::

<Kahlan> Brask: Yes, I'm fine. How about you? ::smiles at him and projects calm feelings to him, as best as she can in the current situation::
<Keyan_Dargan> :: Levels his weapon and fires, instantly hoping it wasn't one of the team. He'd be in in world of hurt if he had just shot the team leader with a reflex shot. ::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sits up after the flash from his blaster fades:: Kahlan: Oh, I'm fine. Did we get them?

ACTION:: Man1 is killed leaving a blind man at their right... not able to fire his weapon::

<Kahlan> ::looks around:: Brask: Looks like one is still standing, but blinded from your blaster exploding.
<Brask_Key`far> :: nods and tries to stand up pulling a few table splinters off of his clothes:: Kahlan: That's good.
<Keyan_Dargan> :: Keyan drops to a knee to check the vitals of the man. Great just great. For all he knew this could be the mission right here. All his fault. Great great great. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::gets out of his seat and walks to the blind man, pulling him to his feet:: Man: Who are you and why were you so foolish?
<Kahlan> Brask: Sit down.
<Man> ::crying in pain:: Ian: I'm just a hire to help bring in new slaves. We thought we were lucky... ::winces in pain some more::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: drops the man and looks to the others:: All: Status!
<Naal_Doon> ::slowly rises to her feet and looks at the newcomer that just came in:: Dargan: Who are you? Are you Dargan?
<Brask_Key`far> :: sits back down as ordered:: Kahlan: Why?
<Kahlan> Ian: I'm fine. Brask has been hit a few times, though he seems to think he's fine as well.
<Naal_Doon> ::looks at Ian:: Ian: Everything checks out here...
<Kahlan> Brask: Because you're hit.
<Keyan_Dargan> :: He nods slowly and goes over the man for indentification :: All: Please tell me a shot someone I was supposed to.

ACTION:: The waiter and cook poke their heads out and then retreat to the back once more::

<Kahlan> Keyan: You shot someone you were supposed to, and saved me in the process. I thank you.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks down at himself:: Kahlan: Oh, right. I guess I wasn't as quick as I was hoping. :: smiles::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Keyan:: Keyan: Dargan, I presume.
<Keyan_Dargan> :: Looks up from what he was doing. :: Ian: Correct.
<Kahlan> Brask: I don't suppose you were. ::carefully wraps Brask's wounds in bacta soaked bandages::
<Ian_Hawkins> Keyan: Welcome to Kessel. ::grins briefly then turns to the blind man again::
<Naal_Doon> ::nods at Dargan and holsters her blaster, holding out her hand:: Dargan: Naal Doon....
<Brask_Key`far> :: sits still as Kahlan patches him up:: Kahlan: You're very good at that.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::crouches down to the blind man:: Man: You have a name?
<Kahlan> ::smiles:: Brask: Thank you.
<Man> ::turns his ear to Ian:: Ian: Yes. I am Ruter. Sem Ruter.
<Keyan_Dargan> :: He stands as the man is clearly dead and he couldn't find anything, only taking the blaster from him. He takes the hand and shakes it. :: Naal: Greetings.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Sem: Sem, you are going to help us find someone now. Understand?
<Brask_Key`far> :: wobbles a bit but gets to his feet, once Kahlan is done, and looks around the room::
<Sem> ::shakes his head:: Ian: How can I? I can't even see!
<Kahlan> Brask: I think you will live. Thank you for your help.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sighs:: Sem: You will be able to see after some time. What you need to do is give us information. Since you are in the slaving trade, you should know what we need to know.
<Brask_Key`far> :: hears Sem and looks over at him:: All: My blaster didn't do that did it? Sem: I'm terribly sorry, but you were shooting at us.
<Keyan_Dargan> :: Holds the blaster out to Doon :: Naal: See if you can put this to better use. I generally don't use those of the men I kill.
<Sem> ::shakes his head:: Ian: Why should I help you?
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles at Kahlan again:: Kahlan: It was nothing.
<Naal_Doon> ::smiles at Dargan:: Dargan: Glad you came when you did... ::takes the blaster and puts it on her belt::... thanks.. the more the better...
<Kahlan> Brask: Nothing...if you say so. ::smiles::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Brask and Kahlan then back to Sem:: Sem: If you don't, I will have no other choice than to kill you now. Oh, and it won't be quick.
<Brask_Key`far> Ian: Do we really have to kill him?
<Sem> ::shudders and listens to hear the others:: Ian: You're going to kill me anyway. Just do it now! Do it!
<Kahlan> Sem: We won't. If you help us.
<Keyan_Dargan> Brask: Better to kill those that get in your way. They tend to bite you when you least expect it if you don't.
<Brask_Key`far> Keyan: Is that so? I see.
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pulls Sem up as he stands:: Sem: Very well. Just be glad that you are blind. You won't be able to see me slice your fingers off one at a time. :: pulls his vibroblade out and sets it to high then holds it up towards Sem's ear::
<Sem> ::tries to pull away as the hum of the blade fills his ear:: Ian: No! No!
<Kahlan> ::winces and looks the other way::
<Naal_Doon> ::looks at Ian carefully with a smirk on her face::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::Looks to everyone else:: All: Everyone else leave. This is going to be messy.
<Naal_Doon> ::raises her eyebrows:: Ian: You mean I can't watch?
<Sem> All: No! Stop him! Stop him! Please!
<Naal_Doon> ::stands closer to Ian:: Ian: Want me to hold his hand steady?
<Kahlan> :: puts up a mental wall to block Sem's fear from her mind::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks at Ian and shrugs, knowing that it is usually difficult to change a being's mind once they have made it up:: Self: Hmm, it seems I will need a new weapon. :: dusts himself off and heads for the door, quietly talking to himself::
<Keyan_Dargan> :: Stands where he is. He usually enjoyed this kind of thing. Gods know he'd done it many a time. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks at the shivering man pleading:: Sem: You could always tell us what we need to know. Oh, and when you do, it had best be the truth. I hate liars. They get the long treatment. ::holds the blade even closer::
<Brask_Key`far> :: stops at the door:: Kahlan: Miss Kahlan. Perhaps we should go searching for that terminal now?
<Sem> ::twists away from the blade, his face torn with fear:: All: Ok! Ok! Just let me go!
<Kahlan> ::nods and follows Brask toward the door::
<Naal_Doon> ::looks at Kahlan:: Kahlan: Given what just happened here.. you think that's a good idea??
<Kahlan> Naal: I would rather not be here. It isn't as if I'm going alone..

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<Ian_Hawkins> :: pulls the blade from his ear, but leaves it close enough for him to hear it:: Sem: Tell us where slave trading takes place. And tell us who bought a young woman two weeks ago.
<Brask_Key`far> Naal: I will do my best to keep her safe.
<Kahlan> Brask: Wait for a moment. We may not need to find a terminal if Sem is willing to talk.
<Naal_Doon> ::looks at Brask and looks him up and down spying the blaster wounds, giving them both a "Yeah right" look::
<Brask_Key`far> :: stops again and nods at Kahlan, turning back to watch Ian and Sem::
<Sem> ::still shaking:: Ian: There is a trading forum on the far side of the spaceport. They trade there every week. I don't know about the woman. I see so many.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::holds the knife closer to Sem's ear:: Sem: A young woman, light colored hair and quite pretty. Think harder. Two weeks ago.
<Sem> ::cringes and tries to pull away:: Ian: Ok! Ok! I need to think!
<Ian_Hawkins> Sem: You don't have time to think. You do have time to bleed though. :: Grabs
<Ian_Hawkins> Sem's wrist and holds the knife close to it:: Which finger first.
<Brask_Key`far> :: gets an idea and pulls off his hooded travelling cloak, handing it to Kahlan:: Kahlan: Perhaps you should wear this while on this planet. Sorry about the blaster burns. :: smiles::
<Kahlan> ::takes the cloak and nods, still avoiding looking at Ian and Sem::
<Naal_Doon> ::watches Ian:: Ian: Perhaps his trigger finger?
<Sem> ::tries to pull his hand free:: Ian: No!! No!! She was sold to a man named Taak Primar! He left here last week! I promise!
<Keyan_Dargan> :: He grins slightly :: Ian: Why don't you remove a finger tip to remind him slave trading is bad?
<Naal_Doon> Sem: Where did he go??
<Ian_Hawkins> ::lets Sem's hand go, watching Sem fall to the floor:: Sem: Do I need to return to finish the job, or is this the truth?
<Sem> All: It's the truth, I don't know where he went. Honest! ::rolls up in the fetal position::
<Naal_Doon> ::chuckles and rolls her eyes:: Ian: They're all babies under that tough exterior....
<Brask_Key`far> Ian: Perhaps you should ask him about the two sold three days ago, just to be thorough?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods to Doon and looks to those still there:: All: Let's go. We will be back to finish this, if we can't find the girl.
<Kahlan> ::slips into Brask's cloak, pulling the hood up over her head::
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: Just find this Primar guy. If that doesn't work, I'm sure Sem will help us with the others. ::turns to the man:: Sem: Won't you Sem?
<Keyan_Dargan> :: he nods slightly, c0cking his weapon. He liked this group. Perhaps he'd see about a transfer or two. This Hawkins and Doon were first rate. The others wern't too bad either. :: Ian: Aye aye, Sir.
<Sem> ::just cries in fear::
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks at Kahlan:: Kahlan: It looks better on you than it did on me. :: smiles again then looks around the room at the damage and sighs:: Self: Four deaths. :: shakes his head and exits the cafe::
<Naal_Doon> ::heads over to Brask:: Brask: Need another blaster?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::heads for the door, but stops and thrusts his hand into his pocket, pulling out several credits and tossing them at the kitchen door:: Waiter: That should cover everything. ::turns back towards the door and leaves::
<Brask_Key`far> :: either didn't hear Naal or ignores her question::
<Kahlan> ::follows Brask out into the street::
<Naal_Doon> ::follows Ian and looks to him with a wry grin:: Ian: I like your style Hawkins... don't tell anyone I said that though...
<Keyan_Dargan> :: Brings up the rear. The one spot he liked. He had control of sorts, and the veiw was always nice if you looked in the right directions. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: puts his knife back into his boot and continues on:: All: As soon as Brask can dig up that info on Primar, we'll head off this rock. The sooner the better.
<Kahlan> Ian: No argument from me.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::looks to Brask:: Brask: You going to be able to get that info? You were shot up quite a bit. ::looks the Bothan over::
<Keyan_Dargan> Ian: Aww, this place kinda grows on you after awhile. Slavers at every turn, whats not to love?
<Brask_Key`far> :: doesn't answer for a few moments but when he turns towards Ian his usual grin is back:: Ian: I'm fine. If I can get my hands on a suitable terminal It shouldn't be too difficult to find the info we need.
<Ian_Hawkins> Keyan: We have a job to do, Dargan. A young girl is depending upon someone saving her rich hide. I don't intend to do sightseeing until that is accomplished. ::says it all without even looking at the man::
<Ian_Hawkins> Brask: there should be several near the trading forum. I'm guessing that they have secure terminals for the traders to use.
<Keyan_Dargan> Ian: Understood. :: Yep, he liked this team. Good leader, good soldier, what more could he ask for. ::
<Brask_Key`far> Ian: That should do nicely. :: turns towards the direction the trading forum should be::
<Kahlan> ::keeps her head down and covered as she walks along with the group, staying close::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stops and looks to everyone:: All: Dargan and Doon. Go with Brask. I'll take Kahlan back to our shuttle. Be sure to not take too long and don't let a repeat of the cafe happen. ::gives a scowl::
<Naal_Doon> ::raises an eyebrow:: Ian: So what if trouble finds us? We're to get killed?
<Keyan_Dargan> :: Would have brought up the same question. At least Doon thought the way he did. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> Nal: Just be professional. That's what you are paid for. ::heads for the spaceport entrance:: Kahlan: Let's go, Kahlan
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks back at Kahlan, then continues on towards the trading forum::
<Kahlan> ::waves at Brask and follows behind Ian:: Ian: I apologize. I did not anticipate drawing so much attention.
<Keyan_Dargan> :: Takes several quick steps to catch Brask and grabs his shoulder none to gently. :: Brask: Your wounded, let one of us take point.
<Naal_Doon> ::chuckles softly and turns to walk in the other direction::
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs off Keyan's hand and continues on:: Keyan: I'll be fine. Plus I know exactly what we're looking for. :: grins again::
<Ian_Hawkins> Kahlan: It wasn't your fault. HQ sent you on this trip. It's their fault. But we are paid to adapt to our situation and you need to be aware of that. ::walks in as the spaceport doors slide open::
<Keyan_Dargan> Brask: Fine, your hide, not mine. :: He goes back to his rear position, doing his job now. ::
<Kahlan> Ian: I am well aware of what we are paid to do, but I can not adapt the way that I look.
<Brask_Key`far> :: doesn't look back and continues walking:: Keyan: Thank you for your concern.
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Kahlan: But you can control yourself. Giving off your scent isn't a good idea in a place like this. And yes, I know what you are.
<Kahlan> Ian: I never doubted that you did. My skin rather gives me away. When I gave off my scent as you call it, I was attempting to calm the men and diffuse the situation without violence. I thought it might be the better of the options.

ACTION:: Several blocks later passed the spaceport, the trader forum can be seen. A large arena with a domed roof. A large entrance with double sliding doors::

<Brask_Key`far> :: spots the trader forum and increases his pace a bit, heading straight for the front doors::
<Naal_Doon> ::walks toward the trader forum with Dargan and Brask, her eyes on the lookout for anything suspicious::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nears their landing pad:: Kahlan: You will find that some people don't fall for that sort of thing so easily. Especially those with one thing on their minds.
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Ian: Perhaps you are right. Fortunately I have not had much exposure to their kind in the past.
<Brask_Key`far> :: reaches the front doors and looks up at the building::

ACTION:: The doors open as the three walk through the entrance. With the exception of a few traders and several homeless vagrants, the place is empty and dimmly lit. Terminals line the outer wall of the main corridor which rund around the entire arena::

<Naal_Doon> ::looks around:: Brask: Okay Brask... we're here... now do your stuff...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::opens the door to their landing pad:: Kahlan: You have now. Remember it all. ::motions for her to move past::
<Kahlan> ::nods:: Ian: It was a lesson well learned. ::walks past Ian into the landing pad::
<Brask_Key`far> :: picks a terminal that is in a rather dark corner and moves to it::

ACTION:: The troops that had met them when they arrived are still on the pad, and still arguing, but not nearly as hard as before::

<Keyan_Dargan> :: He wraps his hand around the grip of his rifle and waits. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::follows Kahlan, keeping an eye on the troops::

ACTION:: The troops say nothing, but stare at Kahlan as they walk pass and onto the shuttle::

<Brask_Key`far> :: begins the task of finding out information on their target, his hands flying over the input controls::

%$%$% End Episode Two %$%$%

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Assignment 010605 - Episode Three

EPISODE THREE:
The Assignees are on their way to Kile in the Zhar System. According to Brask's acquired information, Taak Primar had a small place on the moon orbiting Zhar, a gas giant planet. The only other information on the man was that he had made a purchase from the Trader Forum recently.
They will need to make one stop for fuel and supplies along the way. That stop will be at Tatooine.

%$%$% BEGIN EPISODE THREE %$%$%

<Naal_Doon> :: pilots the ship along the plotted course to Tatooine::

ACTION:: The shuttle is only a half hour from it's drop point for Tatooine. Each occupant is busy deciding what to do once they get there.::

<Keyan> :: Goes over his weapons for a third time. There was no way they would missfire. He wouldn't let them. Not now, not ever. He was too good for that to happen. At least in his mind he was. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::taps his fingers on the console in front of him, staring off into space::
<Naal_Doon> ::looks back at Ian:: Ian: Must you??
<Brask_Key`far> :: is standing behind Naal's chair, staring out the front viewport::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: doesn't hear Naal...he has the look of extreme concentration mixed with anguish::
<Naal_Doon> ::rolls her eyes and turns back to her console, watching the readouts as they near the drop off point::

ACTION:: A series of short low beeps indicates the drop point. The sound is so low that it could be missed, if the conversation was too loud.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: still standing behind Naal's chair, watching the distant stars fly by out the front viewport, completely engrossed::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::snaps out of his distant stare and stops tapping on the console:: All: OK, Let's get this stop over done quick. We still have a job to do. ::knows they don't need reminding, but does it instead::
<Brask_Key`far> All: So what is Tatooine like?
<Naal_Doon> ::hears the low bleeps and brings the ship out of hyperdrive at the drop off point::
<Keyan> Brask: Think of the Galaxy as a human. Tatooine would be the armpit. :: He smiles, and slaps the driver of his rifle into place. ::
<Kahlan> Brask: Sandy.

ACTION:: A Large freighter happens to be crossing the drop point just as they leave hyperspace. It is dead ahead of the shuttle::

<Brask_Key`far> Both: I see. :: turns back to the viewport::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::grabs onto his seat, as he sees the freighter filling their viewport::
<Brask_Key`far> Naal: Shouldn't you maybe fly around that large ship?
<Naal_Doon> :: pales and makes for immediate evasive manuevers :: Self: What the....!!!
<Kahlan> ::holds onto her seat and closes her eyes::

ACTION:: The shuttle twists away and along the side of the freighter, barely missing it.::

<Brask_Key`far> :: looses his balance and falls sideways::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: breathes easier:: Naal: Good going, Doon.
<Kahlan> ::hears a thud and opens her eyes to see Brask on the floor:: Brask: You ok?
<Naal_Doon> ::feels a smile come to her face as the rush of excitement fills her veins as she makes the narrow turn, she lets out a small "whoo" as her heart races::
<Kahlan> ::tries not to laugh::
<Brask_Key`far> :: sits up on the floor:: Naal: Yes, that was very nice flying. :: again, no sarcasm::
<Brask_Key`far> :: turns to Kahlan and smiles:: Kahlan: I'm fine. Thank you.
<Naal_Doon> ::flies the ship along toward Tatooine and glances back at everyone:: All: So did that wake you all up? I know it's got me on my toes...

ACTION:: The shuttle can land at the Mos Eisley Spaceport, once it gets clearance for a bay::

<Kahlan> Brask: That's why you likely ought to remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop. ::grins::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and puls out a pad to make some notes::
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles again:: Kahlan: You're probably right. :: shifts his position but stays seated on the floor::
<Naal_Doon> [Shuttle - MES]: This is Naal Doon of Pinnacle Inc. We request clearance for landing.
<MES> [Doon]: Bay 21 is open for you. Be sure to check in when you arrive.
<Naal_Doon> [Shuttle - MES]: Acknowledged. Doon out... ::heads down into the atmosphere of the planet and makes for Mos Eisley::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: puts the pad away and picks up his pack from it's secure netting:: All: Get ready to move and be back in two hours.
<Brask_Key`far> Ian: Yes sir.

ACTION:: The shuttle arrives at Bay 21 and crews wander out to refuel and do the usual maintenance checks::

<Kahlan> :: picks up her pack and nods to Ian::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::stands up and looks to everyone else, to see who is going to check-in::
<Naal_Doon> :: gets up out of her seat once she powers down the shuttle and faces the group ::
<Brask_Key`far> :: makes sure the ship has come to a complete stop and stands, grabbing his bag::
<Keyan> :: Stands, making sure his pack is secure, and his rifle primed and charged. He hated Tatooine with a vengence. It was hot, sandy, and just vile. ::
<Naal_Doon> ::gets her things and heads for the door, punching the code for the landing ramp::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::follows everyone else down the open ramp::
<Kahlan> ::heads down the ramp::
<Keyan> :: Motions Brask to follow the others, he hated being in the middle of a group. ::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows Kahlan down the ramp, looking at everything around him as if it was completely alien::
<Naal_Doon> :: heads down the ramp making sure her blaster is where it should be ::
<Keyan> :: follows behind the rest a good 8 feet behind, that way he had a chance of blending into the crowds and not being noticed as actually part of the group. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::heads over to the bay terminal to check-in for them::
<Brask_Key`far> :: makes sure to keep an eye out for a weapon shop of some kind while he walks and looks around at his surroundings::
<Naal_Doon> ::walks out into the bay and looks around, making her way over to Ian:: Ian: I'm heading off for a bite to eat at Wuher's cantina.
<Kahlan> ::walks across the bay, looking around rather warily::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods to her, not saying anything, as he checks in::
<Brask_Key`far> :: still following Kahlan but not really paying attention to where he's walking::
<Naal_Doon> :: shakes her head slightly and heads off to the cantina::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::finishes at the terminal and waves over the crew chief in the bay:: Chief: I need some supplies and fast.
<Chief> ::walks over at his own pace:: Ian: Yeah? What do ya want? :: picks his teeth::
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pulls the crew chief closer to him:: Chief: Listen. I don't need any attitude. I mean business and I pay well for it. You either do as I say or I find someone who will. Understand?
<Kahlan> :: pulls the hood of Brask's cloak over her head and smiles at him:: Brask: Maybe there's a shop here where I can pick up my own cloak.
<Chief> :: pockets his data pad and gives Ian his attention:: Ian: Whatever ya say, Boss. Just be sure to stick by your word and pay well.
<Brask_Key`far> Kahlan: You can keep that one if you like. It would save you having to find another one. :: smiles:: I do need to find a weapon shop however.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks sad for a moment:: Kahlan: Unfortunetly I've found that everyone must carry a weapon to survive in this galaxy.
<Kahlan> Brask: As much as I appreciate it, I think I can find one more my style and size. I would prefer not to shop alone in a place like this though. Would you mind coming with me? I'm sure we can find what you need too.
<Brask_Key`far> :: smiles again:: Kahlan: I would be honored. :: continues to follow Kahlan::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods:: Chief: Good. I need food for seven people for a Corellian week. Not a tidbit less. Then I need some spare parts for this shuttle. Just replace what is used by your crew in the next hour. I doubt there will be much. ::lets that sink in for a minute:: You need to jot this down?
<Kahlan> ::smiles back at him and walks out into the street, looking for a likely enough shop::
<Chief> ::shakes his head:: Ian: I got it, alright. Is that all?
<Ian_Hawkins> Chief: No. I also need extra fuel and a little extra performance added to these engines. Think you can handle that?
<Chief> ::nods:: Ian: Yeah, no problem. You might lose some of your cargo space for the extra fuel and modifications, but it can be done. How soon you need this?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::grins:: Chief: Two hours tops. The sooner the better.
<Kahlan> ::walks into a small clothing shop and looks around at the cloaks in stock::
<Chief> ::steps back:: Ian: That will cost ya extra. You'll be lucky if we get all of it done on time. I can get the food for ya, but the mods will take time. That or they won't be much for a mod. You got the credits, right?
<Ian_Hawkins> Chief: I got the credits ::mocking his speaking:: Two hours is all you have.
<Chief> ::rubs his chin and looks at the shuttle, then back to Ian:: Ian: I figure it to come to two thousand credits. ::eyes Ian:: Too steep for ya?
<Ian_Hawkins> :: pulls out a credit chit and displays the amount on it for the Chief to see:: Chief: No, not at all.

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Assignment 010605 - Episode Three

(continued)

<Brask_Key`far> :: looks around the shop, always staying behind Kahlan::
<Shopkeep> :: Waddles out from behind his desk, where he was nearly hidden. :: Kahlan: Cloaks, yes?
<Kahlan> ::finds two simple cloaks that she likes, one black and one green, and turns to look at the shopkeeper:: Shopkeeper: Yes actually, these two would be perfect.
<Naal_Doon> ::heads into the cantina and takes a seat as the waitress sees and approaches her::
<Chief> ::stares at the chit:: Ian: OK, you got yerself a deal. ::looks around:: Crew: Get yer butts over here! I have some work for ya!
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods and heads for the exit:: Chief: Two hours. ::looks back at the man before leaving the bay with a grin::
<Shopkeep> :: nods, snatching the cloaks out of her hand :: Kahlan: Mmhmm mmhmm, good tase. Expensive. 100, good price.
<Chief> Crew: Ok, this guy is gonna pay us plenty for some mods. I want this shuttle to be able to hum pass a starfighter. Install an extra fuel tank in the rear of the cargo hold. Make sure it's secure. I don't want to hafta refund this guy's credits. Make it clean this time.
<Chief> ::nods to everyone:: Crew: Well, let's go! We have two hours to finish all of this.
<Chief> ::watches the crew scatter:: Yyndal: Yyndal! Not you! I have a special job for you. This is what I need. :: pulls him aside to give him the grocery list::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::walks through the streets outside the spaceport, and heads for a specific cantina::
<Naal_Doon> ::leans back in her seat, watching the eyes on her from some of the more shady characters in the bar::
<Kahlan> Shopkeeper: You know, I'm nothing but a working stiff like you. I'm sure you can give me a better deal than that. They aren't as fancy as you might like me to think you know. I can give you 25 for them both.
<Ian_Hawkins> :: dodges some young kids running from a street vendor, then spots the cantina:: Self: I guess this place is as good as any other on this planet. ::heads inside::
<Brask_Key`far> :: stands quietly behind Kahlan, looking around at the shop but none the less listening to her convorsation with the shopkeeper::
<Shopkeep> :: Shakes his head furiously, almost toppling over. :: Kahlan: Good quality, nice nice. 75 both.
<Naal_Doon>::lifts her feet up to lay rest on the chair across from her as she waits for the waitress to bring her food, making eyes with a particularly handsome looking rogue over in the corner::
<Kahlan> ::gives the shopkeeper a oldmaid schoolteacher look:: Shopkeeper: Really, I know they are simple and plain. That was my intent. I can maybe give you 30 since you seem mostly nice...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::wanders around inside, eventually heading to the bar and ordering a drink::
<Shopkeep> :: drops to the ground sobbing :: Kahlan: Starving children, need money for food. Kill us! Kill us!
<Ian_Hawkins> ::gets his drink and pays for it, before heading to a particular table::
<Rogue>::saunters over and stands over Naal's table, gazing down at her with rapt attention:: Rogue: Hey there gorgeous... how'd a cute thing like you manage to find your way in here?
<Kahlan> ::shakes her head at the shopkeeper:: Shopkeeper: I'm not new at this game you know. In a place as busy as this a merchant is hardly starving. I'll go as high as 35 but don't press your luck. You're not the only vendor in Mos Eisley.
<Shopkeep> :: Jumps to his feet holding out a grubby hand :: Kahlan: Deal!
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sips his drink as he stops a couple meters behind Rogue, just listening::
<Kahlan> :: digs in her pack and comes out with the right number of credit chits, holding them out to the shopkeeper::
<Brask_Key`far> :: finally speaks:: Shopkeeper: Do you by chance know of a good weapon shop near here?
<Naal_Doon> ::leans back in her chair and picks at her meal as she slings one elbow over the back of the booth's bench, as she chuckles, her eyes falling to Ian for a moment, then back to Rogue:: Rogue: I guess I just drifted in here on the nearest sand dune...
<Shopkeep> :: snatches them from her hand and throws the cloaks at her, then darts off to hide the ****s where he would even have trouble finding them :: Kahlan: Thanksies kind woman! :: He dissappears as quickly as he had appeared. ::
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sees what Naal has ordered for food and pulls a waiter over:: Waiter: I'll take anything but that. Just give me the special of the day.
<Brask_Key`far> :: looks after the strange man:: Kahlan: The tags said only ten credits each by the way. You overpaid. :: turns and motions for Kahlan to lead the way again::
<Waiter> Ian: That IS the special of the day.
<Kahlan> Brask: I guess he doesn't know... ::hands Brask's cloak back to him, puts on her new black one, and carries her green one over her arm::
<Brask_Key`far> :: puts his own cloak back on and follows behind Kahlan once again::
<Rogue>:: leans on the table, his eyes focussing on her as he smiles :: Naal: Whatsay you and me drift on out of here then? I think I can find a nice little place where you and I can get to know each other better...
<Ian_Hawkins> ::sighs:: Waiter: Just get me another drink then. I'll be at the same table. ::lets the waiter go, but calls him back:: Add a sandwich of some kind to that. ::lets him go again::
<Kahlan> ::heads out of the shop and continues down the street, looking for a weapon shop::
<Naal_Doon> :: raises her eyebrows and laughs softly:: Rogue: You just met me, how do you know I won't slice your throat open at the first chance I get and take all your money?
<Ian_Hawkins> ::walks over to the table and pulls out a chair, then sits down:: Both: Oh, am I interupting? ::looks to Naal:: Naal: You want to pilot again?
<Rogue>:: opens his mouth to talk but hears Ian talk and turns his head to glare at him:: Ian: Hey Pal... I'm talkin to the lady if you don't mind...
<Ian_Hawkins> Rogue: Go ahead. Don't mind me. ::sips from his drink::
<Kahlan> ::sees a shop that might do and turns to Brask:: Brask: How's that one look?
<Naal_Doon> Ian: Sure, I haven't been piloting in a while since I lost my ship... might be good for me....
<Brask_Key`far> :: shrugs and smiles:: Kahlan: I'm afraid I'm not much of a weapon expert, but one place is probably as good as the next.
<Kahlan> ::shrugs and enters the little shop::
<Rogue>Naal: So what do you say, gorgeous? Shall we go and create our own little sandstorm together??
<Ian_Hawkins> ::nods to the waiter as he drops a sandwich in front of him on the table and sets another drink down:: Naal: Your skills seem to be fine, since we are still alive after meeting that freighter. ::opens the sandwich to see what's in it::
<Brask_Key`far> :: follows Kahlan into the shop, looking around at all the weapons, trying to find something to replace his now exploded blaster::
<Naal_Doon> ::cracks up laughing at Rogue and waves him off:: Rogue: With a pick up line like that? Forget it... you're not my type... see ya... ::turns to Ian:: Ian: Fine? Hey, you could have been a hood ornament on that freighter if it weren't for my FINE skills....
<Ian_Hawkins> ::turns his nose up at the sandwich and takes a bite:: Rogue: You know, she has a point. She might slit your throat and take your credits. ::sips his drink to wash down the sandwich::

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