Regroup

[Zilfer]

No, the darkness just makes you easier to see in the reflection, thought Jarlan as he watched the man pull back and holster his weapon. With the threat of the weapon gone he typed in a few quick commands and the ship started to lift up on autopilot. If this got ugly he didn't want local crime gangs getting involed or if this guy had back up he didn't want the man's goonies to be able to reinforce him. He turned slowly in the chair to face the man.

Jarlan: I gave you a chance to get off the ship but you and I are going on a little trip. If you're with the New Republic I could turn you in to many of the Hutts around here who would love to get their hands on an agent to leverage against them.

One of Jarlan's antenna seemed to flicker for a second. His large black eyes watched the man with curiosity now. He can't imagine loosing the advantage of having someone at gun point, and while on their ship. A move he would have never done where their positions reversed. The man seemed to be giving off the right signs in Infrared but something was off, and that's when he detected it. The slight vibrations and movements.

Jarlan: Lets say we got off on the wrong foot. As pointing one's gun at the back of someone's head often does. Let us also say the residents on this ship like their privacy for the time being. Why would a synthetic take an interest in an old smugglers trick?

He kicked open a side compartment that slide open revealing Deathtrooper armor stowed away.

Jarlan: I picked it up from one of our Imperial run ins. The person whose these belonged to didn't need them any more and I figured they might come in handy one day. 

He leaned back comfortably in the cockpit as the only chair in the small room, and waited to see the response. One could never be too sure with droids, especially ones that were supposed to simulate life. Most of those from his knowledge however were used in the sex business. He was sure one of those could be programmed as an assassin droid, and there was more than a few people that would want him dead. Not all of them numbering in the former Empire. 

[Volke]

Soren smiled as the ship took off and chuckled at the mention of being turned over to the Hutts. His gaze focused on the Rodian sitting before him.

"This is true, you could turn me over. However I can think of a few Hutts that would be more than happy to let me go. They are quite the businesspersons, and for the most part they take debts and favors pretty seriously. But then again there are more than a few who would happily have my head."

Moving slowly to the left wall of cockpit, he leaned against, keeping his eyes trained on the alien. The thumb of his right hand hooking on his belt, just above and slightly behind his blaster. Just in case he did end up needing it. Nodding with approval a slight smirk on his face at being called a synthetic. He started to open his mouth to answer, before immediately closing it, his hand moving to rest on his blaster grip. As the Rodian suddenly kicked at the side compartment, revealing the Death Trooper Armor. Relaxing once again in his seat and moving his hand back to rest on his belt.

"They are more than welcome to their privacy, I was merely a citizen concerned for an individual's safety. As for the gun, I do apologize you can never be to careful these days. Though, I will admit I am curious on how you were able to tell that I'm not human. Not used to individuals figuring it out without technological help. Then again, you aren't human yourself and I honestly have had little dealings with your species."

His right hand slowly moved from his belt down to a cargo pocket on his right pant leg. Slowly and easily he opened the pocket and reached inside. Moving carefully to show he was not acting hostilely, he gently tugged a flask from the pocked and raised it in front of him.

"You're quite impressive if you could take down a Death Trooper, not many can. But yes we did get off on the wrong foot, completely my fault, and again I apologize."

Twisting the cap off before lifting it to his lips and taking a sip, then offering it out to the Rodian.

"Corellian Whiskey, about 30 years old. Quite refreshing, and not poisoned, doing so would ruin the taste after all and Id hate to waste the whiskey."

His eyes started running the Rodian's facial features through databases of wanted individuals, hoping to get a better idea of the man he was speaking with. If there had been one thing he had learned, it was never trust a Rodian.

[Damocles]

Katrina grabbed her guns and ran down to the ramp of the ship "Are we going to fight them?" Alura asked as she followed behind Kat. Kat looked at her "If we have to, hopefully it doesn't come to that we have no idea how many it is of them" said.

Kamille: Approximately 30 if I had to guess.

"Then lets really hope it doesn't come down to fighting them. Just let me do the talking" Katrina said as she walked off the ship with Alura following the patrol came to a slow stop. One of men climbed off his speeder and stepped forward. "Hi!" Katrina said.

Man: Hello, we are here under orders of Almark, your ship did not check in before landing.

Alura looked over at Katrina "We were supposed to check in?" She asked, Katrina shrugged turning back to the man "We didn't know we apologize, send our apologies to Almark would ya" Katrina said, the man laughed about this.

Man: He wants you to come in, we'll be confiscating your ship until you can pay the landing fees.

"Oh that is horse shit!" Katrina yelled all the men pulled their blasters out and pointed them Alura turned to look at Kat "Maybe we should do what they say?" She asked Katrina grumbled "Fine we'll come with you but we wait for our friends first" Katrina said to him.

Man: Fine they should be here soon with an escort.

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Shinn and Adrian walked with the men who had stopped them "Can we trust them?" Shinn asked Adrian looked to Shinn.

Adrian: No, we can't just be ready in case.

Shinn nodded that was all there needed to be said between the two of them. If something did happen Shinn would just have to kill all of these guys to protect Adrian, Kat and Alura.

[Zilfer]

Rylar crossed his arms as he watched the scene unfold. Looks like they were waiting for the Starhead Shinn to get back, and he didn't like the looks of this. Thirty men sent after them? That meant they knew they were dangerous, and weren't taking any chances. He wasn't sure they could take that many and come out unscathed. Rylar put a hand on Kat's shoulder when everyone pulled out their guns.

Rylar: Perhaps we shouldn't anger the men with guns hmm? Let's let them relax a bit.

He took his hand off her shoulder and looked to Alura and then started to analyze the thugs in the crowd. Most of them seemed a bit rough around the edges. Typical scum of the galaxy. He couldn't see any identifying symbols and it make him wonder if they were mercenaries.

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Jarlan: We see in the infrared spectrum, and can sense vibrations. You’d pass the test probably to a lot of Rodians but I’ve been trained to pick up on minute differences like that. You were just enough off that after our first few interactions I made an educated guess. I wonder at who build you and what their intent was, for I’m sure it’s not to have pleasant conversations, and have taste sensors.

Jarlan shook his head, he wasn’t really in the mood for anything that might dull his senses. He wanted the sharpness of reality right now so he could think of what was to come. Rylar hadn’t responded yet which was unusual for him.

Jarlan: One of my crew here hasn’t checked in. I’m going to have to go check on him, we can finish this once I check up on him agreed?

Without another word he switched off the autopilot and started to head over to where the roughnecks had decided to land. He set down nearby as he saw a group gathering around their pad. Rylar and the two girls where there surrounded by about thirty men. He wasn’t confident enough he could open fire nor whether that would be the best course of action.

Jarlan: What have they gotten their selves into this time…

[Volke]

Soren smiled and took another sip of his flask "Ah that is good to know, never really knew that about Rodians, then again most of my interactions with them havent been all that great.

Returning the flask to the his right pant pocket. "As for who built me, well thats a long and very personal story. Gonna at least cost you buying me dinner first." Soren said with a smirk

"I have no qualms about checking on your crew." Shifting his weight slightly, as the Rodian had the ship take off. Raising a brow as the scene of a man and two women surrounded by thirty men came into view.

"Well, hope the three arent the crew. The odds are not looking in their favor...."

[Zilfer]

Jarlan: We're going to have to catch up with them later... that is a bit too many to take on with just this ship. Hold on, we'll survey from further away until they disperse.

They continued to watch the events go down from afar before, following them to space once they had regrouped.

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[Volke]

Soren nodded, and braced himself as the Rodian took the shape into space. Watching events unfold with him. "Well... looks like things are about to get interesting.." He mumbled under his breath, as he fired off a quick message to his shipmate. Telling him to enjoy his shore leave.

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