Star Wars Roleplay

"...ship..."
That's all I heard, and all I needed to hear. I was HURTING for money, and in some severe debt. I pushed myself away from the bar and made my way to the booth. I sorta poked my head into the conversation and said "I'm sorry, I heard the word 'ship' and was wondering if this 'ship' needed a mechanic?" I wasn't really too good with talking to people, but I could definately use a wrench as well as I could breathe.
 
Rysk

"Of course you weren't eavesdropping," Rysk smiled slightly. "MY name is Rysk Mailan. I am the head of Mailan Enterprises here on Dantooine. I have mostly legal operations. However, this one is not quite so legal."

The female spacer's face did not waver. "I'm still interested, and my ship is still at your service. But enough beating around the bush. What is the mission?"

Just then the blue Mechanic showed up. "I'm sorry, I heard the word 'ship' and was wondering if this 'ship' needed a mechanic?"

"It's a very strong possibility. And after this mission is done, I could use you in my mechanic pool. I'm willing to compensate you very well for your troubles and your efforts. Both of you," Rysk said. "My boys were to drop of a shipment of binary load lifters packed with weapons for a resistance against a Moff in the Outer Rim. They, however, got held up at their current assignment and are unable to deliver the shipment for 2 standard weeks. The purchaser of course, is not happy with that assessment of the situation."

"I could be ready tomorrow ... "

"I enjoy your enthusiasm --" It dawned on Rysk he had not yet gotten her name.

"Eceer Alleirba," she said.

"And I'm Bal Xzoden," the Mechanic said.

"Consider yourselves in. If you'd like we can have a small celebration at my palace and discuss the further details of this mission."

Rysk looked around the table to see if everybody was in agreement.
 
Ronag asked for two more drinks. He had seen Cale come in, and was quite interested. In the bay area, he had seen the man's ship, and after a few questions he knew a little more than he should have, but in either case, this man had something he wanted.
That ship.
That beautiful ship, it was just like the one he always wanted. Ronag sat down, offering the man the drink.
"Hello, my name is Ronag," he paused for a minute, "that's a nice ship you've got out there. What kind is she?"
 
Cale looked at Ronag with a suspicious look and wondered just what this person wanted. He looked at the man and thought that he could use a drink.
"Well basically she's a- hell I don't even know that. She has been modified that much that I couldn't really tell you except that she could possibly beat the Falcon, or come close to it."
Cale could tell that Ronag was interested when told how fast the ship went and knew what he wanted. He knew that he had to do something to discourage this would be thief and fast.
"Although right now she is busted and I have no idea how long the part will take to fix her."
 
Falcon? Falcon? He couldn't quite place the name. It sounded familiar...
Oh yes, the Corrilean freighter's. One of the earier models were called Falcon's weren't they? He was sure of it. It didn't look like a Corrilean frieghter at all. In fact, it seemed to be exactly what the man had said, a bunch of parts put together. He didn't mind it though, the ship he had himself was modified, greatly.
"Part? What's wrong with it?"
This seemed like his day after all, a busted ship is less expensive than a good one. It probably just had a slipped bustion coil or something.
 
Cale didn't like the look on Ronag's face when he heard that his ship was busted. He didn't know what it meant but he knew that it wasn't good. He moved forward and said in a voice low enough for only the two of them to hear, "She has a busted main ion coupler, basically the Saber isn't going anywhere and that is the thing that annoys me the most but I need to wait for a new one or I am stuck here."

He then knew that he had said far too much but he wanted to see Ronag's reaction to this news. What was he going to do with a very busted ship?
 
Eceer Elleirba

"Yes, a celebration would probably do me some good," I though to myself. "OK," I replied. "I'll have to get my ship ready for departure, but I should be able to make it to your place tonight." I looked at the mechanic. "I could use a little help, if you don't mind."
 
That was perfect. He had the same engine in his own ship. He knew he could easily replace his ion coupler with the man's own busted one.
"You don't have to wait for the part," Ronag said excitedly. He saw people were beginning to look at them, he began to talk more quietly.
"I have an ion coupler that you could use easily," he said, "If you want, we could leave within the hour. It doesn't really take that long to replace them, if you know what your doing."
 
Rysk

Xzoden nodded to Eceer. "Of course."

Rysk held up his hand in slight protest. "Eceer, Bal, I have a whole crew of technicians who would be more than willing to help you prep your ship. They're Verpine, most of them, the best techs in the galaxy. However, if you have some sensitive areas of your ship, I would understand. "

Eceer thought about his offer for a moment. When she still didn't answer, Rysk spoke up again.

"You simply tell my techs what you want done, and they will do it. Nothing more, nothing less. And it would leave your attentions free for the celebration. I can assure you it will be a most enjoyable time."

Eceer and Bal nodded together. "All right. I could use the down time," Eceer said.

"Me too," said Bal.

"Great," Rysk said. He handed Eceer a small data chip. It contained the cooridinates for Mailan Enterprises and would take her ship right there. "I look forward to seeing You soon then."

Rysk looked between Bal and Eceer, smiling slightly. He then looked at Siobhan as he stood. "Let's go Siobhan, we have to get ready for our guests."
 
Eceer

Bal and I went to my ship and instructed the Verpine technicians about the shield calibrations, hyperdrive repairs, and refresher maintenance. I went to the berthing compartment of my YT-1300 (forgive me if that's the wrong model number. It's a Corellian freighter, the stock version of the Millenium Falcon). I took off my tight flight suit and put on something more suitable for a reception, a black (my prefered color), flowing gown, which still hugged ever curve. I left the ship, meeting a waiting Ball. I could see by the look on his face, that my attire was achieving the desired results. He couldn't take his eyes off my chest. We caught a transport and headed to the celebration.
 
Throughout the whole ride on the ship, I couldn't take my eyes off her chest or legs. I knew she noticed me noticing, but I couldn't help it. The growth in my pants was hurting, I definately needed some relief. I excused myself to go to the ship's restroom.
 
Eceer

I couldn't help but notice Bal's bulge. I had to admit, it was exciting me a little. It had been too long since I'd felt the touch of another person.
 
Rysk

OOC: You got it very right. I'm impressed ... hehe But You are not a Jedi Yet ... ::grins::
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Rysk watched from his viewport as the stock YT-1300 Transport landed in his shipyard. Rysk's complex was very large. It was easy to tell that he was well off. Various ships lifted off and landed from his complex. Mostly freighters, although the occasional Tyderian class shuttle or Fighter would make its rounds as well.

Within a few minutes his invited guests should be arriving. With such a large complex it was necessary for him to have a transportation system within as well to allow his staff easy access to where they needed to be.

Rysk was dressed in his usual all black with his lightsabre slung on his hip. He moved from the window to a small console on his desk. He pressed a button on the small computer. "Tratar, I'm expecting guests. A Mr. Bal Xzoden and a Ms. Eceer Alleriba. Show them to the entertainment room when they arrive. And let me know when they're here."

The blond man nodded on screen. He looked nervous. He always seemed nervous. "Yes M'Lord," was all he could utter. Rysk pressed the button on the computer again, effectively cutting off the transmission. As soon as Siobhan was ready, they'd wait for their guests in the entertainment room.
 
Cale looked at Ronag with a really skeptical look now and wondered just what he wanted, which was more than likely his ship. He leaned back on his chair and said,
"Okay... I know what I am doing. I can fit that coupler into my ship so that she is better than ever but I just want to know what you want because if you want my ship then that is going to be a lot harder than you think but if you want passage somewhere then I will take you wherever you wish to go. Now, what do you want of my ship?"
 
Siobhan

I finished getting ready, what I usually wear a black dress which touched the ground, with a black robe over it. I always carried my light sabre so I had it slung around my hip. I met Rysk and we went off to the entertainment room.
 
"Your ship? No, of course not. I want you to help me get a ship, one just like yours. I mean, I know how a man and his ship aren't easily departed, and I understand that. You are obviously a person who knows people, and I would just like a little help from someone I am helping."
He smiled onnocently, waiving the waiter over to get them some more drinks.
"Also, I think something busted up in my own ship, and since I have come into a little sum of money, I decided I'm going to sell the thing and get a real ship."
He looked at the man, "Do we have a deal?"
 
Cale looked at Ronag skeptically, still trying to figure out what he wanted. He figured out that he could help him and that way get him off the planet and away from his ship as fast as possible. He leaned forward and said, "You have a deal. I will see what I can do to go about getting you another ship and hopefully a good one but on this planet I think they are going to be a little scarce. Now, let us get out of here and look at your ship as I might be able to fix her and if not I can tell you how much you will be able to get for her."
 
OOC: Sorry, not sure what to post. Not exactly sure what's going on.

IC: We arrived at the port and were greeted by some men in uniform. 2 of the men took me to my room and told me that I needed to shower and put on some clean clothes. I shrugged telling them that I had no other clothes to wear. They gave me a smug grin and opened up a closet full of clothes that looked like they would fit me perfectly. "You take a shower, and we'll wait outside, Rysk has plans for you and the other guest(s?)."

I nodded and did as I was told. The shower felt great, I was covered in engine grease and dirt. I dried myself then found a black flight suit that hugged all the right places.

"Come with us." The two men instructed.

I did as I was told and followed closely down the corridors.
 
Eceer Elleirba

Bal and I fnally arrived at Rysk's compound. We were met by well-armed guards. We were shown to our rooms. I visited the refresher, relishing the fresh water. I was so used to the damnable grey water from my ship. I opened the closet to put away my flight suit and put on clothes i had brought, but i found that the closet was already stocked with clothing. Out of curiosity, I picked out a translucent black gown, and found that if fit me perfectly. I left the room and went to the main chamber, where I was told the celebration was to take place.
 
Rysk

OOC: Sorry for any confusion I may have caused. I had to alter SW's post a bit. Rysk had previously given her a data chip with coordinates to the compound. After the Freighter had landed, and Eceer and Bal had given the Verpine Techs what needed to be done to her ship, they left in the personal transport system Rysk has for his complex. The place is *HUGE!* Eceer and Bal arrived at a "hub" and were taken to their quarters where they changed which brings us up to speed. The celebration is not a "celebration" but a small gathering of "business" associates.
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Rysk smiled as his two guests were escorted in through the doors to the entertainment chamber. Both were dressed very well, and Bal, seemed to have cleaned up very nicely. As did Eceer. Rysk's eyes danced over her curves and a wane smile crossed his lips.

"Welcome to you both. I trust your stay here this evening has been pleasant thus far?"

Both of his guests nodded in the affirmative. "It's been very pleasnt Rysk," Eceer said.

"Well to clear up any confusion, I've invited you both here for a small celebration. Eceer, as a new 'business partner,' and you too, Bal, I'd like to welcome you both. Realize you can terminate this relationship at any time. But I can assure you it will be more than profitable for you both."

Rysk motioned to several drinks on the table. The four glasses lifted slowly and soon they were floating in front of the four patrons.

"A toast, to a profitable new venture together."
 
OOC: My apologies.

IC: I lifted my cup and answered Rysk's toast "To a profitable new venture." I sipped the drink. It was outstanding. I looked around me, surveying the room. It was filled with expensive furnishinigs. If I played my cards right, this could be a VERY profitable venture.
 
Rysk

Rysk smiled. "Now I like to think I'm a reasonable man," he said looking to Bal and Eceer, "so I'd like to take this opportunity to allow you to set your wages."
 
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