Log Date: 2/24/97 Log Cast: Grathix, Shenner Log Intro: Nervous about the attention she's been getting from the ESPOs and the Imperials as of late, Shenner keeps a low profile for a day or two... and when the time is right, goes hunting down her boss.... ---------- Grathix comes through the District from the direction of the spaceport. Grathix has arrived. Grathix strolls in from the spaceport center. He stops as he barely eners the area and surveys the sight before him. Far down the street, a few folk are out tonight. It's a quiet night, this one... musicless, at least for the nonce, even from the vicinity of a particular little outdoor cafe. Grathix, not entirely thrilled about not seeing who he was looking amidst the crowd, devides to try his luck at a particularly familiar outdoor cafe. Near that cafe, a slender redheaded figure might be spotted, trudging towards the place from another direction. Grathix takes a seat on one of the cafe tables and ordeers nothing. He simply sits there, watching and waiting. Shenner comes up into view, scanning the tables and the customers milling about; spotting Grathix, the kid does a slight doubletake, then angles for the man's table. Grathix spots the red haired youth from the corner ofh is eye, but doesn't make any motions to acknowledge 'him'. he continues to watch the people flowing by. Port District - Capital City (#1118RLXtFJN) Though the buildings in this sprawling area of the city are low permacite structures, the general feeling of the Port District is one of foreboding menace not clearly defined. Despite this, many visitors of many races mingle here, taking in the plethora of shops, bars and nooks dotted densely throughout this place. Nothing seems to be spared style, expense, or gross display of wealth here as the scions of the business world (or criminal world) flaunt the products of their various efforts. Several Espo troopers stand out like statues among the sea of people passing through. They watch everything that goes on around them with a tight grip on their blasters, ready for anything. The Espo police presence here is normal. (OOC: Type '+lhelp' for local help.) Contents: Grathix Obvious exits: leads to Residential Avenue - Capital City . leads to Business District - Capital City . leads to Government District - Capital City . leads to Free-Flight Dance Dome - Capital City . leads to Authority Currency Exchange - Capital City . leads to Spaceport Center - Capital City . Shenner draws near, and says brightly, "This seat taken, mister?" Grathix turns and looks at the youth. He says in a non-chalant tone of voice, "Why yes it is. Waiting for a good friend of mine, a famous musician that plays around these here parts." Shenner's mouth quirks in a crooked grin. "Really? Maybe I know 'im. What's he look like?" Grathix tries to maintain a straight face, not succeeding entirely as he answers, "well, he's about 7 feet, built like an ox and god-like looks that have the entire populace swooning over him." Shenner folds 'his' skinny frame into a chair across the table, and considers, pretending to look intent. "_Really_? Well, huh. Naw, I ain't seen nobody like that. Guess I'll have to keep the chair warm till he shows up, if you don't mind, pal..." Grathix slides the chair out towards the youth with his feet. He says with chuckle "Sure, you can try at any rate." Shenner sits, grinning broadly. Still, though, something, a slight tenseness about the eyes, suggests an underlying darker mood to the redhead. The green gaze casually swings around the cafe's courtyard, before coming back to Grathix; the kid then says lowly, "Gotta talk to you, boss." Grathix reads the worrisome expression on the youth's face. Not sure what to make of it he simply answers, "Sure, what's on yur mind?" Shenner fishes a slim hand into a pocket, and pulls out from it a small data card; the thing bears the Imperial embassy's seal, and the name "Lady Alora Antieres". "You know anything 'bout this woman?" Grathix reaches out to gab hold of the card. He looks at the name and the symbols on it and says, "Hmmm...think I 've seen her name before on some files, not quite sure though. why, you need some info on this person?" The kid frowns, and says lowly, bluntly, "She tried to convince me to leave the planet with her, Grath." Grathix raises his left eyebrow, "Oh really? did she specify the 'what for' for this soujourn?" Shenner props an elbow on the table, and 'his' chin in 'his' hand, glowering off in a direction just past your ear. "That's what bugs me," the kid mutters. "I don't sing _that_ good." Then Shen looks back, green eyes more palpably worried. "She ain't the only Imperial been tryin' to throw money at me either." Grathix expression cannot help but reveal a sudden state of amazement, 'You mean others have asked you as well?" Shenner murmurs uneasily, "Well, one. Don't know nothin' 'bout _him_ 'cept he seems to be some kinda officer or somethin'. Bugged me twice so far." Suddenly, the kid smirks. "A Corellian, too, I think. All I need." Grathix can't help but grin as he hears you mention 'Corellian'. Grathix says, "I'll see what i can find ou about these people for you, although you better give me a more complete description of the other Impie trying to hire you." Shenner nods, grimly, and describes for you a fairhaired fellow with blue eyes, and an imperious manner. 'He' scowls, and mutters, "I heard him use his comlink... there was an ID number somebody said at him...." Shen taps 'his' fingers on the table, trying to remember. Grathix ponders your description of the man and says, "I think I've seen this person around...yes, could be the officer that made a sour face as he saw me using my portable termnal the other day..." Shenner suddenly straightens. "ST_SSO1686 was the ID," the kid mutters urgently. "And he's a lieutenant. I heard the voice on the comlink say that." Grathix reaches for his briefcase,sets it on the table, opens it up and loads up the terminal. Once operational he enters the ID number, rank and description of the person. He says, "Don't think I'll get a match with the database I brough with me, but we just might get lucky...." Shenner leans forward a bit, looking interestedly at the terminal, but with furrowed brow. "I tried to tell 'em both I wasn't interested, Grath. I don't mind Imps buyin' me drinks, but I don't wanna work for 'em. They ain't leavin' me alone." Grathix frowns as the search comes to its end. The terminal screen reads "No Matches Found." Grathix turns to the youth and says, "well, I suppose I'd better talk with them and get them off your case if it bothers you." Shenner looks straight at you, and says, "I can carry a tune three or four good ways, pal, but I think I don't gotta explain to you why havin' the Imps on my case'd be bad for my ability to... make music." Grathix chuckles and says, "Sometimes you worry to much...lets first find out what these people want, then what they truelly want, before making any decisions." Grathix says, "Its a good thing you caught me. I was about ready to head off to Tat tonight." Shenner says, lowly, but clearly, gaze not wavering a fraction, "I ain't sellin' myself to no Imperial, Grath. That ain't negotiable." Grathix says, "who said anything about selling? I just want to know what it is that they want with you. I mean, there are pleanty of talented bards around, what made them single you out?" The kid considers this, then nods grudgingly. "Just as long as you can get 'em off my back. I'm street scum, pal, 'no' from me don't mean much to an officer and some high-class lady." Grathix says, "I'll see what I can do for you, mi bukie..." Grathix looks at his timepiece and says, "But its late, and I doubt I'll find these 'highly respectable' people out and about during this time. I'll get to them first thing tomorow. Shenner points out, "You goin' to Tat, though." Grathix nods, "yes, afterwards. Some people I need to meet there as well as pick up a few items. Not to mention checking our intelligence Database for references to your two friends" Shenner shifts in the chair. "One other thing, pal.... the Espos're startin' to get a bit too observant for my tastes, too. One of 'em bugged me about the money I've been makin'." Grathix says, "what, you need another permit? maybe a more specialized one? I'll talk to Brok before I go and try to get you squared away." Grathix grins, "You are the popular one here on Etti, aren't you." Shenner smirks a little, and shrugs a shoulder. "The guy 'claimed' I needed a business permit, rather than just buskin', if I was gonna be makin' money playin' music in public places." Then 'he' snorts. "Corellians, Imps, and Espos. Time of my life." Grathix laughs, "And its just starting out. God, imagine the stories you'll tell your grandchildren." Shenner splutters. "Not likely." The brief moment of levity fades. "I ain't sure whether I should stay here alone, though, Grath." Grathix nods, "well, lets see what these people have to say frist. then we'll decide." Shenner gives another slow nod, then rises. "Okay. You know where to find me, pal." Grathix grins, "I'd hope so." Grathix rises from his seat as well. "Looks like my freind never made it" Shenner chuckles once, shortly, then flicks a lopsided grin at you.... and turns to slip off into the night. Grathix sweeps his briefcase off the table. "Thanks for the company..." [End log.]