Tuesday, July 12, 2005

"Meeting New Friends" (From Star Wars: Tales From Across the Stars)

"Meeting New Friends"
By Nyja Asketi (PC)
& Melina Asketi (SC)
Eriadu Dock Master (NPC)

Location: Outer Rim, Eriadu, Hangar
Date: Rha 5th, 2005 G.C.

Nyja and Melina stepped out of the starship. Melina
wandered to the rear of the ship to check the outer
hyperdrive unit. Both began to cough as the foul air
entered their lungs.

"We've got to work hard on the repairs. You start. I
have to speak to the dock master."

Melina was looking at the hyperdrive and opened a
storage hatch to remove a tool kit. Opening up an
access hatch, she started to scan for a problem.

While Melina started repairs on the hyperdrive, Nyja
stepped into the dock master's office. She looked
around and noticed that a gruff-looking human was
asleep with his head on his desk.

"Excuse me," Nyja said loudly hoping to wake the man.

The man stirred slightly and changed positions. Nyja
stepped up to him and jostled him. "Excuse me," she
said again. The man this time woke with a start and
began to grumble.

"I do not wish to be bothered. Come back later."

Nyja pushed her face into the manís and smelled the
alcohol on his breath. "I need information." She
paused. "I need information now!" she screamed and
pulled his shirt into a fist.

The man responded to the aggressiveness. "Okay,
okay," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Fine," Nyja said and let go of the manís shirt. "I'm
looking for Captain Emille Greyson."

"Captain Greyson? He hasnít been around for years. I
think he's dead."

"He's not dead. I know he's not. And I know you have
ways to find out where he is." With her last words,
she waved her hand subtly in hopes her Jedi Mind Trick
would work.

The man didn't miss a step. He didn't blink. He just
answered the question. "I don't know where he his. I
haven't seen him in years.

The trick did not work. Nyja would have to keep
working on that, she thought. "Fine. Is his ship
still in the hangar?"

"I don't have to tell you anything!" the man retorted.

In response to that, Nyja pulled her sidearm from her
holster and pointed it at the dock master. "I will
ask you one more time. Is his ship still in the
hangar?"

"You can't do this! I'll call the police!"

"Don't bother. I have been given permission by the
local government to make these inquiries and make any
demands as necessary." Nyja stepped up and held the
pistol to the dock master's head. Even though she
knew she wouldn't shoot him, she made every gesture to
force the dock master's hand and get him to talk.

"Please!" he begged. "I'm just a dock master. I
don't know anything more than I've already told you."

Nyja shoved the man down into his seat. "Fine!" she
yelled again pointing the blaster in the man's face.
She started having conflicting emotions. She wanted
to kill him for being stubborn and her mind was
fighting those instincts. Her finger wavered on the
trigger. After a few minutes, she lowered the
blaster. The man let out an elongated breath.

"My associate is repairing our ship. See to it
personally that she receives what she needs no matter
the cost."

The man stared at Nyja as she exited the room. He
started to reach for a blaster that was hidden under
his desk. Nyja felt the disturbance and turned
quickly, taking and igniting her lightsaber. She
stood tall, for a short person, and was menacing with
the red glow from the saber filling the room.

The dock master dropped the blaster and cowered in the
corner. "Okay, okay," he said. "Go to the Falcon's
Nest, a bar down the street. Someone there can help
you. Ask for Refton, he may know more information
that you seek."

Nyja disengaged the blade and walked out. She didn't
let the dock master see, but she started to cry. As
she approached the ship, she wiped the tears away with
her fingertips. Melina's feet were hanging outside of
the ship as she made her way through the inner
workings of the hull.

"Melina," Nyja called. "I'm headed to a local bar to
find some more information. Stay and keep repairing
the ship. Talk to the dock master. He'll get you
anything you need. Don't worry about the cost."

Melina pulled herself out of the ship and wiped some
of the oil off of her face. "Okay, but be careful.
You haven't been here in several years. It's probably
a lot different than you remember."

"I will. Just get the ship fixed. I want to be gone
in a few days."

Nyja looked at her sister and friend and nodded.
"I'll check in later." With that, Nyja turned back
around and started walking out of the hangar.

On her way, she stopped and stared into the window of
the dock master. "Anything she needs, you get!" Nyja
said and pointed to Melina. She then walked to the
hangar door and exited heading into a world she used
to know and didn't recognize any longer.