2.0 - Lure of the Lost

Dagger finds himself at the Wallowing Wookie (where every drink causes your to roar with surprise!) and slides into a spot at the bar. The 'tender asks, "What will it be?"

Back on the ship -- everything is quiet. Or mostly quiet anyway.

The bartender is confused for a bit, and then concocts something that is fruity and bitter with enough of an alcoholic punch to be respectable. It's passed over to Dagger with a smile. "What? Scenic? Man this planet is crawling with scenery. There's the slopes of Mount Vissa which gives some great views of the Umber Jungles, there's some persistent whirlpools of the Strangling Sea -- but not like you'd look at those up close..."

He taps the bar absentmindedly with a coaster, "But, if you're look for quiet and safe-enough, there's lots of options. Just rent a speeder and head out of the city some way, you'll see some beautiful countryside and it's probably going to be quiet one way or the other. Won't even take too long."

...meanwhile, as Dagger interacts with the helpful bartender a couple of guys show up at the Kirtan Strider. They're dressed in suits and look a little like some kind of local missionary or something. "Hello!" They call up the ramp, "We're with Imperial Customs and would like to speak to the captain of the vessel please."

"Ah, excellent. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Captain." the taller of the two smiles insincerely. "Can you tell me your purpose here, please?"

"Interesting. A hyperdrive malfunction. That seems odd. What happened?" The tone is conversational, but he's clearly fishing.

"Well, truth be told, hyperdrive failures are uncommon among reputable shippers. A G9 with as many years as this one, still has a very reliable service history. So, you can imagine, it makes one wonder about your reputability. Perhaps you're merchants for an organization that, I don't know, opposes Imperial ideals."

Csillag sees Mal talking to a couple of suits and can easily hear his raised comment about Imperial customs.

"Accidents? What accident?" the man inquires.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mal's able to see a couple more folks walking quickly towards the Strider. They're in some kind of uniform, but it is obviously not Imperial.

The tall one in the suit -- the one who has been talking most raises his hand and opens his mouth to speak, but he's cut off by one of the locals in uniform. "Hello there Balun!" he says, his hand reaches out and he turns the imperials towards him and away from the ship (and Mal). "What's that then? So kind of you to come and check in on our docking pad..."

The other local gets in front of Mal and says quietly, "Sorry -- those two are particularly inept at their job, and we'd prefer that their skill didn't create problems at our spaceport."

"Sure thing," the officer answers. "Unless, uh, we can do something for you?"

Mal can tell that the officer would like to spend more time chatting. But he's not quite sure what. The guy seems a little nervous.