The Gundark descends into the orange clouds and the light around the cockpit has an eerie, sickly tinge to it. Gar complains that the controls are sluggish, but he's able to bring the ship in without trouble. As you break through the clouds and approach the surface you see a few dozen spherical shipwrecks -- Trade Federation cores -- rusting in the sand below. Several deep shafts pock the surface, and one of them has flashing green lights. "That must be Landing Shaft Besh." Gar comments absently. He directs the Gundark there.
Settling into the shaft, the ship descends several hundred meters below the surface, slowly rotating around as it plays the lights outside the cockpit on the walls of the shaft. Somewhat boringly they reveal nothing more than rock. With a deft touch, Gar lands the Gundark on the platform and you all can see a group of four people awaiting your arrival. A young man appears to be in a heated argument with an older, grease-stained woman in engineering coveralls. Behind them, an older grey-bearded man and a thing woman in rich dark robes look on -- seemingly unimpressed by the argument before them.
Still, they had someone to find and rescue - that thought at least filled him with warmth and purpose.
He strolled down the ramp of the Gundark and drew upon his considerable charm and announced himself loudly, trying to pitch his voice just above the din of the argument without being so rude as to yell himself.
"Excuse me, gentlefolk! We're looking for the Clan Assembly, would any of you fine people care to point us in the right direction?"
Rolls
Charming my way into some information
4 Success, 2 Advantage
Total: 4 Success, 2 Advantage