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DESCRIPTION: --- the two day trip to Laramedd was eventfull, to say the least. You finally arrive and take a shuttle down to the surface. It is mid afternoon. - the group of sport fishermen get off the shuttle first, followed by the Nabooian contingency---

Doc Anreson: -=checks on the new things she'd been given, and readjusts the silken shawl about her head and shoulders=- -=looks at wes=- Do I look alright?

Myn Donos: -=walks out in the Lod costume=- Boy, it sure is pretty. Oyah, -=headbob=-

Wes Janson: -=tugs on purple shirt collar=- You look fine.

Tycho Celchu: -= holsters his NBL-303 in his thigh holster and adjusts his guard helmet =-

Mke Ngo: ::checks his fishing rod again and stows it back in it's proper protactive case. Gets up and walks with the rest of his fishing buddies::

Doc Anreson: -=mumbles=- this is so much more comfortable than what I thought I'd have to wear....

Gavin Darklighter: :: walks out with the "fishermen" ::

Doc Anreson: -=brushes a bit of dust off the knee of the long green and purple watercolour gown=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=gathers things and heads off shuttle=-

Myn Donos: -=grabs his old fishing rod and walks up to Hobbie=- So, where do we go to first?

Mke Ngo: ::follows behind hobbie and myn::

Tycho Celchu: -= walks down the ramp with Ugh following =-

Gavin Darklighter: :: he covers the rear of the pack::

Hobbie Klivian: I think we should go find our hotel first, agreed?

Wedge Antilles: -=follows Tycho out in step with him=-

Mke Ngo: ::nods:: sounds like a plan

Myn Donos: -=lowers his voice=- Yeah so I can hide my sniper rifle.

Doc Anreson: -=stands and turns to wes=- Break a leg, m'lord.

Myn Donos: Not literally I hope.

Doc Anreson: -=half smiles, hiding her right hand in her sleeve so her jade ring isn't seen=-

Wes Janson: -=gently takes Doc's hand and kisses it=- I always do.

Gavin Darklighter: ::nods::

Wedge Antilles: -=steps on the back of ugh's "foot" and adjusts his helmet so he can see better=-

Tycho Celchu: -= looks around and fisshes a comlink from the cuff of his leather gloves =- C> The way is clear Sir....

Wes Janson: -=takes Doc's arm in his own and pulls out comlink=- C> Thank you.

Myn Donos: So, off to the hotel, o great leader of fisherman?

Tycho Celchu: -= tucks the comlink back and and stands at attention =-

Wes Janson: -=walks down the ramp, Doc on his arm, pulling on the airs of naboo royalty=-

Doc Anreson: -=walks regaly beside him, with grace=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=to Myn=- Yeah, let's go.

DESCRIPTION: --- As Wes' group comes down the ramp, a man near their age, rather rotund wearing garish clothing and surrounded by two guards approaches---

Myn Donos: Lead the way, you know where it is.

Bartyn: -=moves to shake Wes' hand=- The great Sir Thatcher. What an honor it is to meet you.

Mke Ngo: ::keeps pace as the fisherman make their way to the hotel::

Wes Janson: -=drops Doc's arm and shakes the man's hand=- Aye, some say it's an honor, until I have beaten them, it is. -=shakes hand firmly=-

Bartyn: -=laughs roucously=- And with a sense of humor as well!

Myn Donos: -=follows Hobbie off to the hotel=-

Doc Anreson: -=folds her hands primly, letting the belled sleeves fall over them as she waits silently=-

Bartyn: I am Guther Bartyn, Mayor of the great city of Bartyn's Landing. Welcome to my great city.

Gavin Darklighter: :: he follows silently behind Mike, as he remembers seeing himself underwater, slowly drowning::

Wes Janson: -=looks around, making eye contact with both Wedge and Tycho=- This is a very interesting city of your, Bartyn. Care to tell me more about it?

Bartyn: Of course. Please, let me show you around. -=leads the way=- I am the 35th Bartyn to be mayor of this great city. My ancestor Hugo Bartyn developed this land.

Wes Janson: -=holds out arm to Doc and motions with his other hand for Tycho and Wedge to follow, trying not to grin=-

Hobbie Klivian: -=looks back at Gavin=- You ok, kid?

Gavin Darklighter: huh?

Doc Anreson: -=takes Wes' arm with a slow nod=-

Tycho Celchu: -= Tycho walks behind and to the left with Ugh following, recording everything =-

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks up to see Hobbie looking at him::

Mke Ngo: ::looks behind him at gavin::

Gavin Darklighter: ::nods::

DESCRIPTION: -=the city is made from an old Neimodian control ship=-

Wedge Antilles: -=walks to the right still in step with Tycho=-

Hobbie Klivian: Just making sure.

Gavin Darklighter: yeah....I'll live...I hope

Myn Donos: -=grins at Gavin=- We'll make sure of it.

Mke Ngo: ::gives a simpathetic smile to gavin and turns back to looking around at the city::

Gavin Darklighter: thanks...

Bartyn: -=passes by a casino=- That is the Even Cut Sabacc Parlor and Casino. If gambling is to your liking, that is a great place to go.

Mke Ngo: ::sees a few gruff-looking men dragging a speeder-sized fish onto the docks:: woah,

Hobbie Klivian: -=sees fish as well=- Man, I hope we catch a few of those.

Gavin Darklighter: :: he sees the fish, eyes open wide, jaw open, he almost trips,::

Myn Donos: -=looks at what Mike is looking at=- Wow, that'll feed us for a couple of days.

Gavin Darklighter: uhh... :: swallows hard, then walks a bit farther from the water, and closer to the others::

Bartyn: -=continues on=- We have Swoops and Speeders, and of course the mercantiles, the smithy and a fueling station.

Mke Ngo: yah, definately, ::looking at his simple fishing rod::

Wes Janson: -=nods approvingly=-

Myn Donos: They have to use something more complex than what we use.

Mke Ngo: but hey, we'll catch some that are as big as bulk cruisers! an i right?

Myn Donos: Not with our fishing poles.

Gavin Darklighter: :: stares at Mike:: your kidding

Bartyn: My ancestor worked for ORO, Outer Rim Oreworks Corporation. Hugo found this planet was rich with ore, and other profitable things as well. -=grins widely=-

Mke Ngo: uhm, yea i know, I was kidding

Gavin Darklighter: ...right? ::sighs:: I don't think I'll ever get use to this....

Wes Janson: -=laughs=- Other things? -=gives Bartyn a smile=- such as? -=looks at a beautiful woman as she walks by, smiling and nodding to her=-

Doc Anreson: -=raises an eyebrow at Wes, but says nothing=-

Bartyn: Have you ever eaten fresh seafood?

Myn Donos: -=laughs=- Heh, Gav, this is a change from a planet made of nothing but sand.

Gavin Darklighter: :: laughs::

Wes Janson: -=looks at Doc, smiles and lifts her hand to kiss it again, smiling=-

Gavin Darklighter: change is hardly the word I use

Doc Anreson: -=smiles softly, slowly closing her eyes once before looking up and away again=-

Myn Donos: You have a point.

Wes Janson: Ah yes, your seafood delacasies (?) are well known on Naboo.

Mke Ngo: ::looks back at gavin:: hey don't worry about it, we'll just be here long enough to snag fel's butt with our fishing poles and get the heck out

Gavin Darklighter: I know....

Doc Anreson: I could get used to being treated like this......

Bartyn: -=grins=- They are the best in the galaxy.

Hobbie Klivian: -=cuts eyes to Mike=- Careful.

Gavin Darklighter: :: he looks around :: ::there is a strange smell, in the air::

Wes Janson: I must agree on you with that. I hear that your "killer fish" are some of the rarest and most tender fillets. Also very expensive, if I recall.

Bartyn: While you are here, you need to try the Three Jetties. The chef is the best.

Mke Ngo: ::his face changes tone almost instantaniously. curtly nods:: I know, sir

Bartyn: OF course the best requires the best price.

Gavin Darklighter: umm Hobbie? whats that smell?

Wes Janson: Of course. -=chuckles=-

Myn Donos: Fish probably.

Hobbie Klivian: -=inhales and smiles=- That is the smell of the sea.

Myn Donos: -=shrugs=- And the sea.

Gavin Darklighter: oh..ok... ::wrinkles his nose a bit::

Bartyn: -=passes by a house with several women in skimpy clothes laying around the front=- Hello ladies. -=leering=-

Myn Donos: -=grins at Gavin=- You need to get out more often. Find a planet that truely has an ocean.

Hookers: Hello Mayor. -=all of them speak and wink=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::wonders where they are going::

Wes Janson: -=gently pets Doc's arm, but smiles up at the ladies and winks at them=-

Tycho Celchu: -= thinks this must be the local brothel..... maybe they know the local secrets too =-

Gavin Darklighter: ::looks at Myn::

Doc Anreson: -=looks away from the ladies=-

Gavin Darklighter: maybe someday....when I learn how to swim

Hookers: -=they smile and look each of the men over, some looking at Doc as well=-

Doc Anreson: -=steps slightly closer to Wes, uncomfortable at their locale=-

Gavin Darklighter: so far the only thing I can do is sink

Myn Donos: Well...Hey, Hobbie? Is there a pool at our Hotel?

Bartyn: That lovely establishment is Mis Mylla's Saloon. She is the most beautiful Falleen I have ever laid my eyes on.

Myn Donos: That's lesson number one...float.

Hobbie Klivian: Dunno Myn.

Gavin Darklighter: I definanetly failed that one :: gets the burning sensation in his chest::

Myn Donos: Well, normally you grab onto the railing for help.

Mke Ngo: ::nods:: that would help

Gavin Darklighter: ohh ok... yeah it would

Tycho Celchu: -= the bulky leather armor becomes a bit uncomfortable in the high humidity, but tycho pays it no mind =-

Wes Janson: -=looks at Doc and smiles=- Falleen maybe. But I have my catch right here on my arm.

Bartyn: -=motions towards the middle of the city where colorful tents are scattered about=- Our market is usually there. However, we are setting up for the start of the competition.

Doc Anreson: -=smiles back at wes and looks down slightly again=-

Bartyn: -=smiles and leers at Doc=-

Doc Anreson: -=shrinks back from t he mayor=-

Wes Janson: -=sees the Mayor's leer and wraps arm around Doc's shoulder=- Ah yes, the competiton. My reason for excitment.

Gavin Darklighter: remind me next time I go swimming, to watch my back, before getting in - That way I won't fly in

Myn Donos: Yeah, good idea.

Doc Anreson: -=relaxes slightly=-

Bartyn: -=tears his eyes away and looks back at Wes=- Yes. I'm sure you would probably like to get plenty of rest before then. We have rooms waiting for you.

Mke Ngo: ::looks back:: :-\

Wes Janson: Where would this Three jetties place be you were speaking of? As so my court can find a nice meal later this evening?

Gavin Darklighter: ::remembers being thrown into the deep end, of the pool, shudders::

Bartyn: -=grins=- It is conveniently located right next door to your hotel.

Gavin Darklighter: umm..Hobbie Is there a place I can get floties?

Wes Janson: -=nods=- thank you.

Myn Donos: A place like this? There should be.

Tycho Celchu: -= thinks to himself the local offical is being far too nice =-

Hobbie Klivian: You'll be fine Gavin. -=walks up to registration desk to get rooms=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::sighs, and mutters:: easy for you to say, you grew up in the ocean practically

Wes Janson: And, besides the lovel Fallen's Saloon, where might we be able to find some entertainment?

Tycho Celchu: -= the yellow and white R2 unit continues to follow them, recording all =-

Mke Ngo: ::waits patiently::

Gavin Darklighter: ::he looks around slowly, looking behind them, just to be safe::

Myn Donos: The first thing I'm gonna do when I get a chance is change out of these clothes so I can check this city out.

Bartyn: -=walks up to hotel and points to the right of it=- The Three Jetties is there and as you see. There is the Tailfin Cantina on the other side, the Even Cut Sabacc Parlor and Casino and Bamfurd's Tapcafe, if you like that sort.

Hobbie Klivian: -=comes back and hands everyone room card keys=-

Mke Ngo: ::takes his key:: thank you much

Wes Janson: -=nods, grinning=- Well, thank you for the wonderful tour. Will I see you again before the competition starts?

Hobbie Klivian: make sure your comlinks are on squad frequency and don't wander too far.

Myn Donos: -=takes a card=- Thanks. Can we check the place out first?

Gavin Darklighter: :: takes a key::

Bartyn: That is quite possible Sir Thatcher. I do hope you enjoy your stay here.

Gavin Darklighter: ::his room number is between Hobbies and Mike's rooms::

Mke Ngo: ::nods, double checking the power switch on his comm unit attached to his belt::

Wes Janson: -=smiles=- I'm sure I will. Good Evening, Mayor.

Doc Anreson: -=wonders about the mayor person, disliking him intently=-

Tycho Celchu: -= still thinks something is fishy here...not just the smell =-

Mke Ngo: ::walks to his room to stow away some of his things::

Bartyn: Good evening sir, madame. -=smiles and bows as he moves away=-

Doc Anreson: -=tilts her head slightly to him, hiding a frown=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: he walks to his room, and looks around::

Wes Janson: Davin, Gutaban. -=motions for Tycho and Wedge to follow him inside the hotel=-

Wedge Antilles: -=nods=-

Mke Ngo: ::sets his backback down on the bed, walks over and opens the shutters of his window. sniffs the air:: mmm.... rotting fish... ick.

Tycho Celchu: -= Follows Wes and nods =-

Doc Anreson: -=has a feeling that the mayor's just a grotesque man with no intrests, except money, and sighs in near-relief, still wary of him=-

Myn Donos: -=walks up to his room and unpacks=-

Wedge Antilles: -=follows them=-

Wes Janson: -=motions for Doc to proceed him in through the door=-

Gavin Darklighter: :: he searches the walls, panels and everything else, making sure their rooms, aren't tapped or wired::

Doc Anreson: -=nods slightly and gracefully steps ahead=-

Mke Ngo: ::peers around for a minute and then closes the shutters::

Myn Donos: -=opens the window smells the fish, then closes it quickly=-

Doc Anreson: -=enters the hotel and stands to the side, waiting for the menfolk=-

Myn Donos: Whew, that is not a good location.

Wes Janson: -=falters back a step to stand between Tycho and Wedge=- one of you want to go up first and do a bug check? -=whispers this=-

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at Wedge =-

Myn Donos: -=closes the door and changes into normal civilian clothes=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::not finding anything, he starts to unpack::

Wedge Antilles: -=nods yes and heads up=-

DESCRIPTION: -=a Quarren walkes between Wes and Wedge, bumping into Wes=- -=mumbles=- 'scuse me.

Mke Ngo: ::falls back on his bed to give his legs a rest for a little bit. staring at the ceiling::

Tycho Celchu: -= stays near Wes and Doc, on guard =-

Wes Janson: -=takes a step back, but stays up=- You should watch where you are going, friend.

Tycho Celchu: -= puts a hand on his blaster =-

Gavin Darklighter: :: finishes unpacking, and makes sure his holdout blaster, is loaded, and hidden, then sits, on his bed::

Wedge Antilles: -=reaches his destination=-

Wes Janson: Now, if you hand me back my wallet, i will not allow my guard to come to drastic measures

Gavin Darklighter: ::he sighs as he startst to feel the burning sensation in his lungs again::

DESCRIPTION: -=has moved beyond and can't hear=-

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at the Quarren and pulls balster half way from holster =-

Wes Janson: -=looks to Tycho=- Davin, if you please.

Wedge Antilles: -=Removes his helmet and stands alone in the room=-

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at Wes and nods, takes off after the quareen =-

DESCRIPTION: -=A Mon Cal steps out of a shadow and stops the Quarren=- And what are you doing on this side of town?

Wes Janson: -=steps back beside Doc, teeth set=- I hate being royalty. i can't hurt anyone.

Tycho Celchu: -= walks up behind him and puts the barrel of the blaster in his back =- The wallet....NOW!

Wedge Antilles: -=Lets his eyes run across the room and reaches under tables and such searching for devices=-

Doc Anreson: -=puts a gentle hand on his forearm=- Hush, royalty also means you get to order people around. -=smiles sweetly as she speaks quietly=-

Myn Donos: -=plops on the bed and looks around the room for anything unusual=-

Wes Janson: I know, but I would rather do it myself then send other people after it. -=looks at where Tycho has gone=-

Doc Anreson: -=quietly=- I understand.

Wedge Antilles: -=Finishes his search and has two listening devices in his hard that were placed in the main room and the fresher room=-

DESCRIPTION: -=Myn notices a small fish carving on the dresser=-

Myn Donos: -=looks at the fish carving=- That's odd.

Wedge Antilles: -=also sees that explosives have been rigged around the room=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he remember's to check in the refresher and under the furniture in his room::

Wedge Antilles: uh oh...

Mke Ngo: ::sighs, and gets up, as the bed is not very comfortable::

Doc Anreson: -=follows Wes' line of sight-=

Tycho Celchu: -= nudges the Quaren withthe blaster again =- I said now! -= pulls the trigger half way =-

Mke Ngo: ::walks around his room, talking a look around::

DESCRIPTION: -=Mon Cal raises eyebrow, looking at Tycho=- Sir, you needen't do that. I have things under control.

Wedge Antilles: -=Slowly backs out of the room=-

Tycho Celchu: -= looks at the Mon Cal =- He took the masters Wallet... I am retriving it...or retriving his head. -= nudges the Quaren again =- His choice!

Gavin Darklighter: ::sighs, and walks out of his room, locking it::

Mke Ngo: ::finds nothing out of the ordinary, but finds 20 credits forgotten under the bed:: hmm... ::grins, pocketing the extra cash::

DESCRIPTION: -= Quarren holds out the wallet=- No offense.

Doc Anreson: -=quietly to wes=- Davin's mixing it up with a sherrif.... I've got a bad feeling here....

Wedge Antilles: -=puts his helmet back on and walks back downstairs=-

Tycho Celchu: -= takes the wallet and holsters his blaster, examines it then walks back to Wes =-

Wes Janson: Davin can handle himself. See, here he comes now. But keep you eyes open.

Gavin Darklighter: :: he reaches downstairs, his hand near his blaster::

Doc Anreson: -=bows head slightly=- Always, milord.

DESCRIPTION: -=Mon Cal looks at Quarren and gives him a "go before I take you in" look=-

Tycho Celchu: -= hands the wallet back and bows slightly, winks upon straightning up =-

DESCRIPTION: -=Mon Cal moves over to where Wes' et al are standing=- I apologize for that, Sir.

Doc Anreson: -=gives tycho the look that says 'i've got a bone to pick with you later'=-

DESCRIPTION: Mon Cal: But, you may want to be more careful.

Gavin Darklighter: ::he sees a group talking with a Mon Cal, and recognizes some of them, but looks past them as he walks out::

Wedge Antilles: -=walks to Wes' side=-

Wes Janson: -=nods to Davin and checks wallet quickly before hiding it again=- That's alright. It was all settled... cept for a few credits it seems... -=shrugs=- Thank you for assisting my guard. -=holds out hand to the Mon Cal=-

Doc Anreson: -=well modulated tone of voice=- Thank you for your assistance, Sherriff. We are in your debt.

Myn Donos: -=walks down the stairs and winks at the group and walks out=-

DESCRIPTION: -=Mon Cal shakes head=- They get worse and worse. I am Mix Liddle. -=he looks to be nearly as old as Ackbar=-

Mke Ngo: ::sighs, growing bored waiting for his comm to turn to life:: ::he stands and walks out of his room::

DCracken: -=Mix shakes Wes' hand=- And you are?

Wes Janson: Sir William Thatcher, of Naboo. -=gives the little strength test, normal part of male hand shaking=-

Gavin Darklighter: ::he carefully walked the streets, his comm, on, he entered one of the cantinas::

DESCRIPTION: -=Mix shakes as strong as yours=- Sir Thatcher, the great marksman.

Wes Janson: The same. -=smiles=-

Myn Donos: The great Marksman...Thatcher...nyah!

Gavin Darklighter: ::he enters The Tailfin cantina::

DESCRIPTION: -=the Tailfin is very smoky with lots of sailors drinking and playing sabacc=-

Wedge Antilles: -=leans in and whispers=- Found 2 bugs and the room's rigged with explosives.

Mke Ngo: ::walks down the rather creaky stairs, noticing how every hotel they've stayed at seems to have nearly the same general layout::

DESCRIPTION: Mix: Well, I do hope you will be the one taking home my custom made slug-throwers. I think you will like them. -=smiles=-

Doc Anreson: -=hears wedge and fights to keep her face calm... things were hairier than she'd hoped=-

DESCRIPTION: -=Mix looks at Wedge=- Is there a problem?

Wedge Antilles: -=steps back into formation with Tycho after relaying his info to wes=-

Myn Donos: -=walks in the Tailfin=-

Wes Janson: No problem -=inturrupts Liddle's examination of Wedge=- Nothing we can't handle

DESCRIPTION: Mix: Your lady friend looks a bit... spooked.

Myn Donos: -=finds a seat near the back and sits=-

Mke Ngo: ::walks over to the Tailfin to see what's up::

DESCRIPTION: -=Myn finds a seat near the middle of the Cantina=-

Myn Donos: -=takes the seat=-

Wes Janson: -=pet's doc's arm and hands her off to Wedge=- Gutaban, see to Lady Pickston. I'm afraid she might be weary from our travel.

Doc Anreson: -=hastily rearranges her look to a calmness=- -=moves to Wedge's side=-

DESCRIPTION: Mix: Well, if there is anything I can do for you, Sir Thatcher, don't hesitate to call. I cannot wait to see you in action tomorrow. Good day. -=turns and walks out=-

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