Log Date: 
	1/28/97, 1/29/97 
Log Cast: 
	Shenner, Grathix, Kuxli, Chantinelle, Silversand
Log Intro:
	It is not without some measure of trepidation that Shenner,
abruptly yanked up out of her enforced occupation of Jawa-mugging on
Tatooine by the windfall of employment, finds herself en route with
Grathix Stur'ttrakath for Etti IV. The ship he flies, the _Cat's Paw_,
is a more starworthy vessel than the battered Ghtroc freighter that
had brought her to Tatooine, and the task of telling it where to go and
making sure it gets there intrigues her; it is also immediately apparent
to her that Grathix is a better pilot than the Corellian who had stranded
her in Mos Eisley. But the memory of the Corellian is enough to make
Shenner keep a warily low profile for the journey, content to watch
Grathix pilot the ship -- and leave her free to try to decide whether she
trusts him. That he gives her her own private, if crampedly tiny,
quarters to sleep in mollifies her only somewhat; too many questions
about the nature of her coming task remain in her head for Shenner to
consider herself anything resembling safe. _Just_ to be sure, she sleeps
in her clothes.
	And all too soon for nagging questions about the job to silence,
the _Cat's Paw_ eventually drops out of hyperspace above its destination,
and tracks its way planetside for a landing....

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Spaceport Center - Capital City <ETTI IV>(#3112RtFJ)

 If there were a hub of spaceport activity in the galaxy, Capital City's 
  Spaceport on Etti IV certainly gives the impression of being just that. The 
  flow of traffic, human, machanical, and otherwise through this area is 
  impressively busy. The building is luxurious in the manner of the rest of 
  the city, walls of permacite reaching up to a strong arching ceiling spotted 
  with clear, thick glass showing a vermillion sky. Ships of all types land 
  constantly under the ever watchful eye of Authority Security as visitors and 
  businessbeings rush through this gateway to Corporate Sector Authority. 
  There are many conspicuously armed Espo patrols here in a high state of 
  paranoid alert.

Contents:
Grathix
STARFIGHTER: SoruSuub Nestt MLF -- Infinity
STARFIGHTER: Lambda Class Shuttle -- Eclipse
Security Computer
MailBox
Obvious exits:
 <E> leads to Port District - Capital City <ETTI IV>.
 <S> leads to Port Security Office - Spaceport <ETTI IV>.
 <N> leads to Docking Bay 36 - Spaceport - Capital City <ETTI IV>.
 <SH>uttle leads to Landing Bay - VSD Phoenix.

Grathix walks behing Shenner and says, "Welcome to Etti IV"

Shenner steps off the ship, looking around through speculatively narrowed 
  eyes, and she murmurs, "Welcome. Yeah." If the young human is intimidated by 
  this much busier, larger, and _cleaner_ spaceport -- certainly so in 
  comparison to Mos Eisley -- there is no sign given of it, as the green gaze 
  sweeps around to take in everything in sight, slowly and methodically.

Grathix leans in close to Shenner and whispers something.
Grathix whispers, "I don't think we'll be able to get the second group here 
  promptly. Lets just take a look around and size up the place while we wait."

White vapor bursts jet out from the Cat's Paw's vents as it slowly begins to 
  lift. Suddenly, without warning, the ship lurches and blasts into space.

A worn-looking YT-1300 freighter approaches, and touches down for a landing. 
  It appears to have undergone some extensive sleek modifications.

Shenner nods once, coolly, then gives a faint one-sided smile. "So. Do you 
  know your way around, or are we both exploring?"

Grathix chuckles, "You're exploring."
Grathix says, "I ment to tell you, my 'Administratice Assistant' will be 
  joining us."

Shenner nods almost languorously, noting the myriad uniformed officials 
  scurrying about -- or in some more intriguing cases, simply providing an 
  intimidating presence. "Any of... those we need to talk to, before 
  exploring?"

Grathix nods, "Yes, but you go on ahead. I'll take care of all this. Remember, 
  don't get into any trouble...not just yet.

Kuxli comes into the port from the Port District.
Kuxli has arrived.

Grathix winks at you as he heads for some official, briefcase in hand.

Shenner's eyes glint, once, and a nod is given to Grathix, before the lean 
  young human takes a course towards what seems like a likely-looking egress.

Kuxli
        Two furry ears point back from the top of this young cub's head, 
  pierced through them are many golden colored hoops, lining the sides of both 
  ears. Two sky blue ears peer about from the short tan fur of this feline's 
  face, with small black spots randomly dotting the fur. Four thin scars run 
  down the his left cheek, starting below the eye and ending near the bottom 
  of his face, the fur not regrown around them. A small snout extends from his 
  face, ending a flat, black lion-like nose. Whiskers sprout out along his 
  snout, and thin black lips part to reveal a mouth lined with long curved 
  fangs, with shorter teeth near the back, desinged not for ripping like the 
  front teeth, but shredding. A short beard of wavy tan hair grows from his 
  chin, a growing mane all but makes his throat void of view. His body is lean 
  and muscular, with long powerful legs growing out under him ending in a pair 
  of padded, clawed paws. Furred arms extend from his torso, ending in a pair 
  of near human hands. Although, they are covered in the same light tan fur as 
  the rest of the felines body. Sharp looking, retracable claws extend out 
  from his fingers.
        The cub wears a simple brown shirt, looking quite fresh and clean. He 
  wears a pair of loose looking green pants, lined with pockets along the legs 
  and rear. Hanging loosly around his waist is a simple grey belt, a small 
  hide pouch is dangling from it by a short chain, looking half filled with 
  something.

Kuxli pads in from the port district, his pointed feline ears perked up and 
  alert, his whiskers bristling some as he passes momently to sniff the air, 
  curling his lip as he smells something distasteful.. he slowly makes his way 
  towards the infinity.

Casually, the lean young human in the flight jacket saunters away from the 
  ships. Green eyes take in everything, including the felinoid, at whom is 
  directed only a slight hint of surprised reaction.

Grathix looks at the feline creature, as if recalling it from somewhere.

Kuxli's tail sways behind him as he steps lightly, his paws silent against the 
  ground as he walks, his gaze drifting about the area slowly, stopping on the 
  two 'humans' for a few seconds, before he averts his gaze, continuing 
  forward.

The human with the short red hair eyes the feline in passing, then smirks 
  faintly. "Yeah, right," comes a low tenor mutter. Then the young one turns, 
  glances back to 'his' -- her? -- taller companion, and gestures off towards 
  the east, as if to mark the direction of impending exploration. Once sure 
  the gesture is seen, the redhead melts into the flow of traffic headed that 
  way.

You move east, into the Port District. The area looks a bit darker, and you 
  feel watched by many eyes.

[And later....]

Shenner returns after a time, surreptitiously as possible in the flow of 
  personnel and and out of the spaceport. Green eyes search out her companion, 
  while keeping tabs on the seemingly omnipresent police force.

Grathix waves Shenner over as he hands some paperwork to an official.
Grathix looks at you for a moment.

In another place, perhaps the seedy spaceport on the desert planet she's left, 
  Shenner might have ambled up, or sauntered. Here, she simply... walks, for 
  that's what everyone else is doing; the pale, lean face is set carefully 
  neutral. "Big place," she remarks, noncommitally.

Grathix nods to the officer as he is handed back his papers.
Grathix steps from the officer and grabs you by your elbow and drags you off 
  towards the crowd.

Shenner, grabbed and dragged, frowns -- but doesn't comment. Yet. She strides 
  along after you, then, pace picking up to match your own.

Once within the relative anonymity of the crowd, Grathix says, "okay, 
  Kid...from this moment on, we act like we don't know each other. I didn't 
  register you as part of the crew, so no one knows your here. Don't do 
  anything rash to draw attention to yourself.

Grathix reaches into his back pocket and hands you a credit holder, "Here, 
  take this to cover you expenses while on here. I'll get you a comlink as 
  soon as we clear customs."
Grathix gives you 1100 Credits.
Grathix leans in close, and whispers.
Grathix whispers, "I'll get you a blaster here as well."

At the notion of separating, Shenner _does_ frown, though the thiefling keeps 
  the expression limited to a drawing together of her eyebrows across the 
  finely boned bridge of her nose. _Nothing rash, he says? Except plan to pick 
  somebody's pocket, in front of more uniforms per square meter than I've ever 
  seen? Uh huh..._ That thought doesn't get voiced, although something of it 
  glitters annoyedly in her eyes. All she says for now, though, is, "Where do 
  we meet?" pitched barely loudly enough to carry into her companion's ear.

Grathix says, "I'll leave all that you need in the vessel, except of course 
  the 'toys'."
Grathix grins and gives you a sly wink, "But don't you worry, I'll take care 
  of everything."
Grathix looks at you with some curiosity now, "You are kind of light for a kid 
  your age."

Shenner smirks, saying lowly, "Try growing up on my diet, pal, and you'll grow 
  up a stick, too."

Grathix chuckles, "Gonna have to change that...get some muscle on your bones 
  instead.

The thiefling cocks her dark eyebrows again. "Presumably," she murmurs in a 
  dry whisper, "after we 'meet'?"

Grathix grins, "That's why I like you, Kid. you're quick."
Grathix says, "Now let me go finish up with the ship...remember, anything 
  happens, you can hide in there."
Grathix gives Shenner a nod and blands in with the crowd, making his way back 
  towards the ship

Shenner's smirk shifts into a lazy lopsided grin of 'his' own. "No need to 
  hide if I'm not doing anything... rash," 'he' murmurs back, before 
  vanishing again 'himself'.

[At that, Shenner is left to her own devices on the streets of the
 spaceport city. It's a truly strange experience for her -- she'd hidden
 from sight on the streets of Plawal on Belsavis, and even more so on
 the sand-blown, run-down avenues of Mos Eisley. Here, the streets are
 clean and airy, the populace clearly affluent; that alone marks the
 place as utterly foreign territory for the young thief, as she walks
 the city, indulging in the pretense of a tourist's eye for all that
 she can't help but keep to the habit of remaining as unobtrusive as
 possible. Especially with the numerous uniformed police force that
 patrols the streets.

 At last, perhaps inevitably, Shenner finds herself drawn to the one
 place in the city where the populace, both planetbound and travelling
 through, seems to congregate in a social setting. Intrigued by the
 name of Free-Flight Dance Dome, Shenner ventures catfootedly into
 the place... and is immediately aware that here is where she can best
 keep an eye out for the real 'feel' of the place. Even better, there's
 a band here -- and a band that knows its job, as opposed to the
 unfortunate groups she'd encountered stuck on Tatooine. It doesn't
 take Shenner much to persuade herself to linger for quite some time
 at the Dome, taking in the crowds, eating or drinking when she needs to
 -- and scoping the band as she does so.]

Free-Flight Dance Dome - Capital City <ETTI IV>
    The Free Flight Dome of Etti IV is famous. Not only for the repute of it's 
  patrons, but also for the amazing dance floor it possesses. A ring of tables 
  rise around a central open area. The tables are terraced, with the higher 
  ones being tucked back further and further into shadow and dimness. The 
  center of the room, in contrast, is brightly lit. It is here, in the opening 
  at the middle of the ring, where the dance floor lies. It is from this space 
  that the establishment received it's name. The space is bordered with a 
  railing made of chrome, polished to a high gleam. Beyond this railing there 
  is a field, controlled by the workers, that nullifies the act of gravity. 
  Dancing of all sorts is possible in this field of weightlessness. Flips, 
  jumps of incredible height, and mere toe tapping all to the beat of the live 
  band that constantly plays on the bandstand. The ceiling towers 25 meters 
  above the floor, giving ample room.
 The bandstand and the glass and chrome bar are the only things that break the 
  circle of tables. The bartenders, two of them at a time, prepare drinks 
  quickly, and attempt to avoid listening to the interesting (and often 
  dangerous) conversations around them. After all, one false word in this 
  place can mean one's life. The Espo police presence here is normal.
Obvious exits:
 <OUT> leads to Port District - Capital City <ETTI IV>.

Kuxli comes in from the street.
Kuxli has arrived.
Kuxli stays by the door for a few moments to look around before fulling 
  stepping in, his ears lay back as he heads for the bar, his gaze darting 
  about.
Kuxli hops onto a stool at the bar, gesturing with one furred hand and is 
  given a odd-blue colored drink. He leans over it, sniffing it testingly 
  before lapping some of it with his tounge.. a few moments later he takes a 
  drink from it before setting it back down, glancing once over his shoulder 
  at the door.

Off across the place, anonymous in the crowd, a lean young human with short 
  red hair sips at some beverage, eyeing the band... and the instruments 
  they're playing... with relish. Occasionally, despite obvious interest in 
  the music -- in fact, the human's booted feet are up on the table, and one 
  twitches in time with the pounding rhythm line -- the human's green gaze 
  flicks around the big room, taking note of the crowd. And who's in it.

[With as many patrons in the Dance Dome as there are, even a sharp-eyed
 lass like Shenner can't watch everybody, though she does a credible job
 of trying. The feline she'd seen before in the spaceport escapes her
 notice, for despite his unusual appearance -- unusual at least to her --
 he does nothing to hold her attention past a cursory glance. The band
 does far more to keep Shenner occupied, as she indulges in the luxury of
 listening to musicians who actually know their job.

 But that feline Shenner isn't watching _does_ remain in the bar, killing
 time at drink, and Shenner doesn't see the young Horansi perk up his
 ears at the next encounter she has....]

Chantinelle enters with firm steps the bar and looks around, scanning the 
  persons.
Chantinelle looks at you for a moment.

Anonymous in the crowd, a lean young human with short red hair claims an 
  otherwise unoccupied table off by one of the walls. The human is alternating 
  between sipping at some unnamed beverage, eying the band with obvious 
  appreciation... and scanning the crowd, through slightly narrowed, 
  speculative green eyes.

Chantinelle moves to the table near to the center.
Chantinelle moves through the crowd and joins you at your table.
Chantinelle waves to waitress and orders her usual fresh mineral water.
Chantinelle puts her feet onto the table and leans back in her chair, 
  releasing a deep sigh.

The passage of a patron who appears slightly more upper-class than many here 
  does catch the eye of the redhead by the wall, and that one's green gaze 
  lingers on the newcomer for a few minutes before a particularly complex solo 
  from one of the musicians diverts Shenner's attention.
Chantinelle sips slowly on her mineral water while she dries her by sweat wet 
  forehead.

Shenner watches the band for a time, especially that soloist -- or, more 
  appropriately, the soloist's actions on the instrument. Booted feet come 
  down off the redhead's table as the human sits up, leaning forward; green 
  eyes start to light up, and an approving grin curls up one end of the lean 
  young mouth as the redhead appears to soak in the entire burst of song.

Chantinelle relaxs slowly from her training outside and produces a small 
  datapad, putting it on the table and she starts to read something on it 
  while she shakes her head from time to time.

Slugging down the rest of her drink, Shenner, still fascinated by the music 
  from the band, gets up and starts making her way through the room, looking 
  for a place from which she can better absorb all the music. Her green gaze 
  on the instruments is positively greedy, and as she walks, she taps one hand 
  at her thigh, as if following the beat.

Chantinelle looks up for a sec from her datapad and glances curiously at the 
  redhead, wondering how any persons could like _this_ music.

Evidently, it's happening. The redhead finds a column to lean against, almost 
  dead center to hear everything from the big room's projection systems. But, 
  perhap rather than getting lost in the music itself, the human keeps 
  watching the musicians, paying close attention to activities of hands on 
  instruments, grinning fiercely at runs played well, sneering faintly at 
  wrong notes.

Chantinelle shrugs and turns her glance back to her datapad. Suddenly she 
  reminds herself about something and takes off the weights from her legs, 
  putting them down on the table. She turns back to her computer and throws 
  only from time to time a glance at the band,but isn't very impressed by its 
  skills.

As the musicians wind down their number and settle down for a break, the 
  redhead by the column shifts at last, as if rousing from slumber, and 
  glances in a sweeping slow circle around the room.

Chantinelle grins at the redheaded person, "puuh we are glad, I finally 
  thought they will never stop!"

Shenner lifts dark eyebrows, turning to the sound of the voice nearby.
Shenner smirks. "Kark of a sight better than the last band I heard," the 
  redhead observes. "Lot to be said for playing the same song at the same 
  time, not to mention the same key and tempo..." The human's shoulders shrug; 
  Shenner straightens, then, and starts ambling off.

Chantinelle oohs and chuckles slightly, "A music lover and knower."

Shenner pauses, then, glancing around. "I like music, yeah," the redhead 
  answers, brows up again.

Chantinelle laughs suddenly out , "Well then this won't be the right place for 
  you! On Corus they used to play music, _REAL_ music, in the Monument Placa. 
  Or take Alderaan, even these pacifists had better concerts then these guys." 
  *pointing with her thumb to the group.

Shenner's mouth twists in another half-grin. "How about music on planets that 
  aren't just so much space dust now, then?" The question's toned ever so 
  slightly insolently, but from the glitter in the redhead's gaze, it's 
  evident that attention has been caught.

Chantinelle oohs and lowers her view, looking down on the floor ashamed 
  suddenly, "Well true, how about Bespin? The Skybar does have a few great 
  talented bands."

"Can't say I've ever been there," the redhead replies laconically, though not 
  without another slight narrowing of that green gaze at this other's reaction 
  to the mention of Alderaan's destruction.

Chantinelle hmmmms, "Bespin is a jewel of a gas mine: how it glows against the 
  sun dawns, just beautiful. You should visit it, not only for its music and 
  beauty."

Shenner smiles thinly, wearing an expression that suggests 'uh huh, right, not 
  likely' -- though whether this is in answer to the planet's alledged beauty 
  or the redhead's own likelihood of getting there is anybody's guess. "Maybe 
  if... visiting here gets boring, I'll check it out."

Chantinelle ooohs and can't stop herself to lose her control for a second, 
  "It's boring here? Oh dear, wait until the .... Um well maybe you are right. 
  Etti is just a commercial planet, only for business men!"

Shenner rocks ever so slightly back on booted heels. Surprised? Perhaps. 
  Intrigued? Definitely. The green gaze sharpens a little, though the low 
  young voice is still quite amiably bland as Shenner casually hooks a foot 
  around an unoccupied chair, turns it around backwards and sits upon it, and 
  says, "A whole panet devoted to nothing but business?"

Chantinelle blushes slightly thinking about her little fault, "Oh well yes, of 
  course, "she answers nervously, "The common persons on Etti are here just to 
  do some deals."

"A shame," murmurs the redhead, glancing out across the dance floor. "This 
  place looks pretty nifty, but you'd think people'd wanna have more fun..."

Chantinelle hmmms slowly while nodding, "You are true, but with such a 
  situation, I think not many persons are free to enjoy dancing here!"

The redhead quirks his -- his? her? -- head. "Really? Fancy dance place like 
  this, and people don't like to use it?"

Silversand comes in from the street.
Silversand has arrived.
Silversand enters the dance doom and looks around for it...spotting a bar 
  which he instinctivly goes towards.

Chantinelle nods to the incoming Man, "oh hello, well could you please explain 
  to the redhead over there, "pointing to Shenner" why noody wants to enjoy 
  life and wants to dance while two fleets are over our heads close to a 
  battle"

Silversand
Before you stands a human male standing at about 6'5'', and looking about 24 
  years old. His face is cleanly shaven except for one inch wide side burns 
  going down each side of his face, down to the bottom of his ear. His eyes 
  are a deep blue color, and his blonde hair with light brown streaks is 
  cropped short above the ears and brushed forward. He wears a khaki colored 
  tunic with white pants, that don't look like they have been washed lately. 
  He also wears a holster with a blaster in it and also brown rancor leather 
  boots that look like they have been around. You notice he always has a small 
  smile on his face, and has a happy yet serious aura to him.

Silversand nods slightly, "Well yes, it is kind of nerve racking having a 
  fleet over your head, but I try not to have it bother me.

Shenner shifts position slightly on the chair near Chantinelle's table, to 
  take in the arrival who catches the woman's attention. At the mention of 
  fleets, however, the redhead's eyes go wide. "Fleets... that are going to do 
  battle?"
Shenner, apparently, finds this to be startling news.

Chantinelle sighs and shrugs, "Stars save me, if I would know I wouldn't be 
  still on Etti! No, I do not know! But I hope they won't start!"

Silversand nods, "Yes, it would not be a good thing to have an all out war 
  here, but its no use worrying too much about it...worrying never gets 
  anything done."
Silversand looks at you for a moment.

Shenner leans forward slightly, draping a slim arm along the back of the 
  chair. "What're two fleets of war doing facing off over a world entirely 
  devoted to" -- and the redhead's eyes flick back to Chantinelle -- 
  "business?"

Chantinelle turns back to her table, glaring into her glass, "Yes, this is 
  true, worrying gets nothing done." She looks up astonished hearing the 
  remark by the redhead, "Whaat? you don't know? even here knows whats going 
  on! Stars, are you so stupid or just blind? Well the damned rebels nearly 
  brought their whole fleet to Etti into restricted Imperial Space!"

Silversand nods to Chantinelle's comments, "Yes thats what I've heard, ma'am. 
  I'm going to get myself a drink, either of you want anything?"

Chantinelle smiles gladly at the man, "Oh , wyh thank you, but I am just 
  enjoying my glass of mineral water. I tried to relax a little bit by jogging 
  and here I am now."

Silversand nods his head, "Ok, thats fine" turns his head to Shenner, "Do you 
  want anything?"

Shenner doesn't flinch at the slur on intelligence or lack of eyesight, though 
  those green eyes do narrow a little, consideringly. "That a fact?" the 
  redhead drawls to Chantinelle's news. Perhaps the redhead might say more, 
  but the offer of a drink makes that green gaze shift again. "You buying?"

Silversand says, "Sure, why not, what'll it be?"

Chantinelle smirks slightly hearing the redhead's wish of a drink, but she 
  remains quiet and sips at her fresh water.

"Surprise me," the redhead suggests, before glancing back to Chantinelle and 
  saying archly, "So. If the NR's not _supposed_ to be here, I'd think it'd be 
  kinda dumb for them to come in with a fleet."

Silversand nods and walks to the bar.

Chantinelle releases a sharp laughter, "Oh yeah, thats true, but please do not 
  tell me this, but the rebels!"

Silversand talks quietly to the bartender, and the Bartender fixes up two 
  drinks and hands them to Silversand.

Shenner studies Chantinelle thoughtfully. "Can't say that I know any." The low 
  tenorish voice is still amiably bland, though perhaps ever so slightly more 
  intent, crisper of tone under the lazy, cocky drawl. "So what's got 'em all 
  wound up now, then?"

Silversand returns to the table with two amber colored drinks, handing one to 
  Shenner.

Chantinelle points to the free chairs at her table and puts her feet from the 
  table down to the ground, "Well you two feel free to sit here."

Shenner looks up again, as the drink-buying fellow returns. Accepting the 
  glass, the redhead smiles narrowly, offering a "Thanks, pal." And at 
  Chantinelle's further offer, the young human casually shifts chairs.

You move through the crowd and sit at a large table.
LARGE
This large table has a good view of the dance floor and the surrounding 
  patrons of the joint. Large and round, it's covered with a few different 
  varieties of dried liquid substances, of various ages.
Occupied:
Chantinelle

Silversand nods, "Thanks."
Silversand takes a seat at the table.

Chantinelle looks down at herself and blushes, "Well I better change my 
  dresses, if I do not want to catch a cold wiht the wet clothes, please 
  excuse me for a sec! I do not have to go far for home."
Chantinelle stands and leaves a large table.

Silversand takes a sip from his glass.

Chantinelle exits and heads into the Port District.
Chantinelle has left.

[And after a short bit...]

Chantinelle comes in from the street.
Chantinelle has arrived.
Chantinelle smiles while entering, looking for the table the both are sitting.
Chantinelle moves through the crowd and joins you at your table.

Shenner samples the amber drink, quirks a dark eyebrow at it, and looks up 
  again when Chantinelle returns.

Silversand moves through the crowd and sits at a large table in the center of 
  the room.
At your table, Silversand says, "You did get changed rather quickly, do you 
  live around here?"

Chantinelle sips slowly at her glass.
Chantinelle's commsystem beeps and she listens to it.
Chantinelle ohs and stands up, "Well if you may excuse me. Ms....?? Duty 
  calls, I must go back to the Emabssy."

Shenner's expression remains quite neutral. "Shenner," she replies, calmly.

Chantinelle hmmms and waves lazyly with her hand, "I am Chanti, so cu again 
  Ms. Shenner!"
Chantinelle heads to the exit while talking to the bar, "Add this drink to my 
  bill, you know me, don't you?"

No response to that is offered save another of those narrow smiles, as the 
  redhead carefully drinks the rest of her -- definitely her -- drink.

Silversand takes a sip of his drink.
At your table, Silversand says, "So, what do you do here?"

At your table, Shenner leans back, watching as Chantinelle strides off in 
  answer to that commlink beep, then turns back to the remaining one at the 
  table. "Just arrived," the redhead says smoothly. "Looking. Getting settled 
  in."

At your table, Silversand nods, "Very similar to me, its a nice place here."

At your table, Shenner's eyes glint in what might be sardonic humor. "If you 
  ignore the fleets in orbit. What's got the Rebels in a snit?"

Silversand shrugs.

At your table, Silversand says, "I havent got the slightest clue. But I doubt 
  that anything is gonna happen, and if something does happen...well then, it 
  does."

The redhead's brow furrows, consideringly; perhaps this one isn't too 
  satisfied by this news. "I see," comes a murmur.

At your table, Silversand says, "Its really nothing to get hung about. 
  Everything happens for a reason, and everything has already been preplanned, 
  so if they are supposed to attack they will, if not, they wont."
At your table, Silversand takes a drink from his glass, smiling slightly as 
  the amber liquid goes down his throat, "Some people call it destiny."

At your table, Shenner considers the man across the table, and observes 
  archly, "Destiny, fate, the Force, whatever, just as long as I don't get 
  shot at."

At your table, Silversand says, "If you arent meant to be shot, then you wont, 
  its as easy as that."

At your table, Silversand takes a drink and leaves a little left in teh glass, 
  "But anyways, I don't believe I got your name..."

At your table, Shenner snorts, swirling the drink around in its glass. "I 
  think I'll stack the odds on my favor, just in case." The redhead's lean 
  mouth quirks up on one end, then makes the reply, "Shenner."

At your table, Silversand nods and extends his hand, "Nice to meet you 
  Shenner, I'm Aaskera."

At your table, Shenner lifts an eyebrow, then takes the offered hand in a firm 
  grip, and shakes it.

At your table, Silversand says, "So do you like it here? Do you have a job?"

At your table, Shenner settles back again, sips the amber drink, and replies 
  blandly, "Cleanest place I've been in in a while." At the second question: 
  "I'm researching employment opportunities."

At your table, Silversand nods, "Yes it is very clean...those ESPO guards are 
  rather picky though."

At your table, Shenner remains to all appearances completely at ease. "About 
  littering?"

At your table, Silversand says, "About everything."

At your table, Shenner blinkblinks, as if taken aback, and inquires 
  guilelessly, "That a fact? They don't pick on innocent travellers, I hope?"

At your table, Silversand shakes his head, "Oh of course not, they are just 
  very security concious when it comes to their executives.'

Silversand finishes his drink.

At your table, Shenner smiles, perhaps self-deprecatingly. "Can't say I'd know 
  too much about executives. Sounds about right, though."

Silversand nods
At your table, Silversand says, "Well Shenner, I must say that I have enjoyed 
  talking with you, but I have to go now. I'm sure I'll see you again soon."

At your table, Shenner keeps that neutrally bland smile, and inclines that red 
  head. "Maybe. It's a big city."

Silversand nods and stands, "That it is."
Silversand throws a couple credits on the table, to cover the two drinks and 
  makes his way out.
Silversand exits and heads into the Port District.
Silversand has left.

[End log.]