Log Date: 10/16/98 Log Cast: Gabrielle Veran, Han Solo Log Intro: Word has it -- or at least word specifically to Han Solo on board Home One in orbit around Caspar -- that the NR is about to do what it can to help liberate the Griffon space station Pride-1 from the Imperial forces who have seized it and renamed it Redemption. Solo has handpicked three units to be on standby to head to Pride-1 at a moment's notice -- but as it's happened, one of those units has had to be redirected to the Sullust system to help with the cleanup operations there following a recent Imperial raid. And so, intent on filling out his mission's roster as quickly as possible, he calls on another of his officers -- Gabrielle Veran, Captain of Squad One, and brings her to meet with him in the Caspar system... ---------- Gabrielle enters from the corridor. Gabrielle has arrived. Gabrielle enters Landing Bays -- Main Deck The _Millennium Falcon_, battered and belted and in general beaten up, is rather distinguishable amidst the rest of the vessels in the hangar bay of the massive cruiser. And if its battered appearance weren't enough to distinguish it, the tall, dark-haired figure of her captain moving about inspecting the underside of her hull would signify her identity. Han Solo, though clad in a rumpled uniform shirt with his insignia on the collar, still somehow manages to look exactly as his reputation generally portrays him: scruffy and disreputable. For about the millionth time this hour alone the doors leading directly to the main corridor and the inner corridors of the vessel itself, open to admit a good handful of pilots, beings and personnel in general. Each party disperses in its own chosen direction, leaving behind a single uniformed figure walking without falter towards the ships, namely an old battered Correlian built transport. The Captain, as revealed by the rank pips displayed on the collarband of her uniform approaches the Falcon with measured steps, glancing at the chrono on her wrist as though to assure herself she's not behind schedule. Solo hasn't actually looked at his chrono for a bit; he's kept an eye, rather, on the hangar bay doors. His hazel gaze picks out Captain Veran's approaching figure with casual ease, and as the woman draws near, he steps out from under the _Falcon_'s saucer-shaped form, flicking off the diagnostic scanner he's got in one gloved hand. "Captain, over here," he calls out. Gabrielle nods in Solo's direction, slowing her gait as she closes the distance between herself and Solo's pride and joy. She stops a couple of feet or so from Han, placing her hands, clasped neatly behind her. "Evening, General. I was beginning to wonder if anyone truly had sent me orders to be here." Veran's mild and characteristic smile pulling at the corners of her lips. The General grins lopsidedly, stowing the scanner in a pocket, and drawling, "Contrary to what half the brass like to say about me, I do actually sign orders every once in a while. Didn't have any trouble getting in?" "No, not at all." Gabrielle replies, shaking her head in confirmation of her statement. "With the exception that I had to wait on Calamari a few days longer than I had anticipated. But getting stranded is something I'm starting to get accustomed to." She chuckles faintly, moving to stand under the somewhat light shadow of the _Falcon_ caused by the bay lights above. "Though I didn't quite expect to be called into active duty after such an extended leave." "To be blunt, Captain, we need ya," says Solo forthrightly. He glances u pat the ship's ramp, then out towards the hangar doors. "We can go aboard her to talk, if you want, or up to the mess -- either way...?" Captain Veran looks up at the ramp as well, shrugging her shoulders sufficiently to crease her uniform around the collar, though the lines disappear as she relaxes them. "Whichever is easiest, General. Why walk all the way up to the mess hall?" Solo nods levelly, and then turns, to gesture the junior officer to precede him up into the ship. "After you, then, Captain." Gabrielle enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon Gabrielle has left. Han_Solo enters in a code and enters STARFIGHTER: Corellian YT-1300 -- Millennium Falcon Main Ring Corridor (Starboard)(#678RntJ) A circular passageway that runs the circumference of the ship, this corridor provides access to all the major areas of the _Millennium Falcon_. The walls are lined with dirty, off-white, upholstered padding interspersed with bulkheads and the occasional control panel; the illumination is faintly greenish. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Gabrielle -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- ft leads to Bunk Room.

ort leads to Cargo Hold. ore leads to Cockpit. tarboard leads to Landing Bays -- Main Deck . Han_Solo enters Main Ring Corridor (Starboard) "Welcome aboard," says Solo, gesturing his companion around the ring corridor, towards the forward hold. "It ain't much" -- this is delivered in a mild sardonic drawl -- "as people keep tellin' me, but she's mine." He flashes another lopsided smile, ambling towards his destination. Gabrielle precedes the General up the ramp and into the ship, pausing just inside until Solo directs her towards the forward hold. "I think Lando told me otherwise once..." she says covering her jest with a smile attempting to smooth over any offense she might cause by her sarcasm. "Don't believe a thing Calrissian has to say about _my_ ship," says the General firmly, just stressing the pronoun. With that, he steps into the hold. You follow the curving corridor to the forward hold. Cargo Hold(#6365Rnt) One of the largest rooms on the _Falcon_, this hold is clearly a center of activity of the vessel. Along the aft wall, close to the starboard ring corridor, sits the huge console controlling the hyperdrive and navigation functions; along the starboard wall, a curved, upholstered arc of couch surrounds a holo-chess board, and provides support for a single sleeping bunk. Towards the fore is open space for cargo, and just about all the remaining wall space is taken up with bulkheads, access panels, and circuits. A hatchway in the ceiling, and a larger one in the floor, allow more access to the innards of the ship. Towards the port side of the hold is visible the entrance into the other half of the ring corridor. -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => 22T4 Hold-Out Blaster => M44 Blaster Pistol -=-=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=-=- => Cargo Computer: Millenium Falcon -=-=-=-=-=<>=-=-=-=-=- tarboard leads to Main Ring Corridor (Starboard). Han_Solo enters Cargo Hold Gabrielle comes in from the starboard corridor. Gabrielle has arrived. Gabrielle enters Cargo Hold Gabrielle says nothing further on the subject, for the moment, instead following Solo into another part of the ship. She gives a quick glance around, recalling her last visit to this sturdy old ship, with a slight twist of her lips. "Have a seat," says the Corellian, gesturing toward the circular couch surrounding the deactivatd holochess table. "What is it that requires my invaluable presence here on Home One, General?" Gabrielle begins, taking a seat at the couch, and accidentally bumping the table. A flicker of distortled images from perhaps the previous holochess game disappearing as quickly as they appeard due to the impact of Veran's boot to the base. "Sorry." She winces, casting an uncertain glance towards Solo and expecting the worse. General Solo claims an opposite side of the couch, apparently unruffled by the jolt to the chessboard. He casually thunks the board, settling it back into quiescence, and then settles his hazel regard on the captain. "I've had to send a unit to Sullust to mop up after the Imperial raid there, for starters," he says steadily, waiting to see how this goes over. "I'm afraid that I was in an area of the galaxy that wasn't exactly in touch with the general goings on...I heard something of the raid, but not much at all." Gabrielle admits, settling back against the backrest of the couch. "To say the least, General I've been out of touch, but....please go on." Solo does so, dropping an arm along the back of the couch, tapping at it restlessly with his long lean fingers. "The Imperials snuck up on Sullust while our backs were turned," he says gruffly. "It was a hit and run thing... but they shot up the place pretty badly. We've sent some of our forces back there, including a good chunk of the Marine Corps." Gabrielle nods taking the information in stride, her hands clasped as usual in her lap. "That would explain while I've seen few and far between of our general troops..." She unclasps her hands just long enough to pull on each cuff of her uniform jacket, attempting to prevent any creases on her sleeves. "So what does this have to do with my presence here?" Rumpled where Veran is impeccably creaseless, Solo seems either oblivious to or deliberately ignorant of the contrast between their garb. By way of reply, he says gravely, "What do you know about Pride-1, Captain?" "Pride-1?" Gabrielle seems at a loss, defined eyebrow rising in sequence to her question. She leans forward slightly, shaking her head "What should I know?" She seems more determined to glean information rather than reveal any ignorance on the subject. "Space station," drawls Solo. "Home base of the Griffons." The drawl leaves his voice, as he finishes, "Currently in Imperial hands, known as the 'Redemption'." Gabrielle nods a few times, a bit clearer on the subject at hand. "I see." She taps her fingers on her knee absently, brushing away at some unseen lint before venturing a guess "And we're currently in the process of trying to alter that situation?" "That's what I had three units on standby here for, yeah," agrees the Corellian. "Now, though, I've had to send one of 'em to Sullust. The Marines Corps under Captain Marrs -- who'd been on the hook for the 'special forces' brunt of the operation. I'm going to need a unit to replace them." "Squad One." Gabrielle supplies, puzzle pieces falling into place so to speak. She taps her fist on her lap lightly, "I wish I'd had more time to get the squad back in order..." The Captain, seems a bit discomfitted. "it seems it's grown unkempt since my departure some months back." Solo smiles faintly. "That's as good a word as any." The smile vanishes, then, returning the Corellian's visage to steady and businesslike. "Think you can whip it back into shape?" Gabrielle draws a long intake of breath, releasing it with as much slow dramatics. "I don't have much choice." She chuckles after a moment, finding some hidden irony in the situation. "I haven't made it an order yet," points out the General blandly. "Whether you have or not, they're still my squad and regardless of the current situation I still have to get them back into line." Gabrielle points out with a bit of offended pride. Solo nods, just once, his expression softening with something that looks like approval. "Glad to have you back, then, Captain," he states, offering a hand across the chess table. Gabrielle extends her own hand towards Solo's nodding once. "Let's just hope my squad is just as glad." She says with a characteristic hint of sarcasm that seems to be inherant to most Corellians. "But I still have to ask why I'm here on Home One, General." The hand is taken and shaken, and then Solo leans back again to answer, "'Cause this is closer to Pride-1, basically. Commodore D'agor and I know about the Pride-1 mission -- but no one else, not yet. I need Special Forces personnel on standby here -- but I need 'em quiet." "Understandable. All I can say is I'll do my best." Gabrielle waits for anything further from Solo, straightening once more some other aspect of her uniform jacket. Solo studies the woman, then nods steadily. "Good," he says in acceptance. "I'll make sure you have reports of the situations planetside and stationside, in the meantime. Our personnel occasionally go down there, and we've been keeping tabs on things. I'll give you any further briefing you need after that. Any questions, Captain?" Gabrielle shakes her head at the immediate question. "No not really, at least not at this point in time." She leans away form the back of the couch adding "Well I have one, but it really doesn't have much to do with the subject matter we just discussed." The General lifts an eyebrow. "Yeah?" Clearing her throat a bit, the Captain ventures her inquiry. "I had heard that General Calhoun was on Home One, but I've yet to see hide or hair of him...I was just wondering if that little rumor was a false one." Solo cracks another lopsided smile, though this one is somewhat more laid-back. "He's here," he says simply. "I haven't seen much of him myself, but he's here." "Great..." Gabrielle responds, her own lips taking on an ironic smile "I was hoping it was false, now I'll have to keep wondering if he's not hiding from me intentionally." She stands shaking her head. "Well, if there's not anything further, General..." Solo rises as well, in possession of some manners despite whatever his reputation might say to the contrary. "That'll be all," he affirms. His dark eyebrows quirk up, though, and he adds in a tone that might be deliberately guileless... and which might simply just be guileless, "Shall I let him know you're looking for him, if I see him?" Gabrielle seems to consider the question for a moment, before nodding "Yeah, I suppose there wouldn't be any harm in that. I appreciate it thanks." She turns towards the corridor "Until later then, General." "You're welcome," is enough of a dismissal for the General, and he inclines his dark rumpled head to the Captain, trusting she'll find her own way out, his attention already diverting to the next round of tinkerings demanding what remains of his off-time on his prized old freighter. Gabrielle heads starboard to the main corridor. Gabrielle has left. [End log.]