Post by Konstai Vekdara on Jan 19, 2011 20:30:58 GMT -5
Talus - Corellian System
As the YT-2400 known as Misplaced Trust exits hyperspace into the busy Corellian System, Knostai calls over the com to control to get clearance to land at the Qaestar Spaceport on Talus. Upon arriving he steps out of his ship into the cooling evening air and approaches the ground-crew instructing them to refuel his ship.
He does not say his intent, but he will be traveling for a while now and stops will be in less than modern systems.
As he comes out into the city proper from the busy port area he walks along its streets taking in the sights. His pace is leisurely, for he is ahead of schedule by a small margin, so he enjoys the scenery.
One might question what is so beautiful about Questar, being an older metropolis, semi-industrial, and a haven for the less savory elements on Talus. But here he finds it charming, though a bit dingy and not anywhere on class with Nashal for fine dining and high end entertainments. But that is not why he came here.
As he travels down into one of the older, less public districts, the "ladies of negotiable affection" appear more openly, until it seems some invisible barrier as been crossed and they stand along the streets calling out to their potential customers openly. He is called to like any other, but some of the less experienced ones visibly cringe when they finally see his acid scarred face. A few of the more veteran ones pay it no heed and almost manage to tempt him. It will be such a long time in space now...
His resolve however holds, and he eventually arrives at his destination. As he reaches up to open the door he notices he has been humming softly for a while, and thinks to himself that maybe he should see about coming back here when he has accomplished his tasks; for obviously the city seems to suit him.
Entering the dark cantina, he pauses as his eyes adjust to the dim and dingy room. There are few people here, its out of the way location probably only endearing it out of convenience to those of its patrons that live nearby. It does not take long at all to spot who he is here to meet, and within a few steps he walks over to the booth containing the female Bith.
He has dealt with her before, she does superlative work, a true craftsbeing. The details of their transaction have already been worked out, he is here just to pick up his products. She looks up at him, and an then recognizing him motions for him to sit down.
"Everything is ready for you, I thank you for giving me the few days extra to work on them, I think it has resulted in a much better unit than I originally planned."
"A few extra days for the chance at a better device is a small sacrifice, it will not push back my company's survey project plans at all.
The two continue to banter back and forth for a few moments before it comes down to the last important question... Where to deliver to?
"My ship is in blue section, hangar Q-32... Did you bring the programing keys and the activator like I asked?
She slides him over a gunmetal case under the table, which he puts on the table and opens discarding the pretensions of subterfuge and secrecy.
"Excellent! We have continued to have all sorts of problems with unlawful individuals using external methods to reprogram our survey probots, this is why we have turned to you. We are already at the top of what can be accomplished with normal encryption technologies, and it would take forever to get approval to use military level encryption from the Alliance. This was our last chance before having to pursue that matter. With these, there is no way to alter their programming now short of physically catching them and tearing them open. I must say your control Activator here looks first rate, very intuitive. Well done, I am afraid I cannot offer more than a paltry sum, but to the same account a modest bonus will be sent for this fine work. Delivery in an hour?
After she confirms, he shakes her hand and exchanges departing pleasantries, before gathering his new equipment and exiting the cantina to return to his ship.
*** A few hours later
The six sleek probots lie in his cargo hold, their jet black casings only very faintly reflect the light, they look hazy sitting there, the black fractal paint one of the cooperative projects of himself and the Bith woman... The micro-pore dust in the paint providing not only an effective insulation of the internal emissions of the probots to passive scanners, but it aggressively distorts the reflection of all active scanning. Without any additional energy consumption, these are almost impossible to track and target. Now if she had only known that her little pets were not for an iridium-delta mining project, but for use as a weapon platform... The ship sealed, fueled and his cargo now complete, he pilots the craft out of system and once he achieves clearance, enters the wonderful void of hyperspace.
Once more he finds himself humming.
As the YT-2400 known as Misplaced Trust exits hyperspace into the busy Corellian System, Knostai calls over the com to control to get clearance to land at the Qaestar Spaceport on Talus. Upon arriving he steps out of his ship into the cooling evening air and approaches the ground-crew instructing them to refuel his ship.
He does not say his intent, but he will be traveling for a while now and stops will be in less than modern systems.
As he comes out into the city proper from the busy port area he walks along its streets taking in the sights. His pace is leisurely, for he is ahead of schedule by a small margin, so he enjoys the scenery.
One might question what is so beautiful about Questar, being an older metropolis, semi-industrial, and a haven for the less savory elements on Talus. But here he finds it charming, though a bit dingy and not anywhere on class with Nashal for fine dining and high end entertainments. But that is not why he came here.
As he travels down into one of the older, less public districts, the "ladies of negotiable affection" appear more openly, until it seems some invisible barrier as been crossed and they stand along the streets calling out to their potential customers openly. He is called to like any other, but some of the less experienced ones visibly cringe when they finally see his acid scarred face. A few of the more veteran ones pay it no heed and almost manage to tempt him. It will be such a long time in space now...
His resolve however holds, and he eventually arrives at his destination. As he reaches up to open the door he notices he has been humming softly for a while, and thinks to himself that maybe he should see about coming back here when he has accomplished his tasks; for obviously the city seems to suit him.
Entering the dark cantina, he pauses as his eyes adjust to the dim and dingy room. There are few people here, its out of the way location probably only endearing it out of convenience to those of its patrons that live nearby. It does not take long at all to spot who he is here to meet, and within a few steps he walks over to the booth containing the female Bith.
He has dealt with her before, she does superlative work, a true craftsbeing. The details of their transaction have already been worked out, he is here just to pick up his products. She looks up at him, and an then recognizing him motions for him to sit down.
"Everything is ready for you, I thank you for giving me the few days extra to work on them, I think it has resulted in a much better unit than I originally planned."
"A few extra days for the chance at a better device is a small sacrifice, it will not push back my company's survey project plans at all.
The two continue to banter back and forth for a few moments before it comes down to the last important question... Where to deliver to?
"My ship is in blue section, hangar Q-32... Did you bring the programing keys and the activator like I asked?
She slides him over a gunmetal case under the table, which he puts on the table and opens discarding the pretensions of subterfuge and secrecy.
"Excellent! We have continued to have all sorts of problems with unlawful individuals using external methods to reprogram our survey probots, this is why we have turned to you. We are already at the top of what can be accomplished with normal encryption technologies, and it would take forever to get approval to use military level encryption from the Alliance. This was our last chance before having to pursue that matter. With these, there is no way to alter their programming now short of physically catching them and tearing them open. I must say your control Activator here looks first rate, very intuitive. Well done, I am afraid I cannot offer more than a paltry sum, but to the same account a modest bonus will be sent for this fine work. Delivery in an hour?
After she confirms, he shakes her hand and exchanges departing pleasantries, before gathering his new equipment and exiting the cantina to return to his ship.
*** A few hours later
The six sleek probots lie in his cargo hold, their jet black casings only very faintly reflect the light, they look hazy sitting there, the black fractal paint one of the cooperative projects of himself and the Bith woman... The micro-pore dust in the paint providing not only an effective insulation of the internal emissions of the probots to passive scanners, but it aggressively distorts the reflection of all active scanning. Without any additional energy consumption, these are almost impossible to track and target. Now if she had only known that her little pets were not for an iridium-delta mining project, but for use as a weapon platform... The ship sealed, fueled and his cargo now complete, he pilots the craft out of system and once he achieves clearance, enters the wonderful void of hyperspace.
Once more he finds himself humming.
