1.0 - Acquisition: The Hyperdrive Specialist

Acaatha moves into the guts of Kwenn station -- and it is a total mess. The corridors are caked in grease and dried up coolant. Here and there are cluttered piles of discard crap of one sort or another -- they seem like broken starship parts and random piles of garbage. A few of them give off a unique, and distasteful odor. The air is warm and stale, and Acaatha imagines she can hear the air scrubbers whining in physical pain as they attempt to manage the air quality in a clearly sub-standard state of repair.

The mark fails, once more, in his efforts to convince Mala to set him free and shrugs his shoulders and mopes off into a corner. It's clear he's consumed with worry about what his life entails once he is handed off.Acaatha moves around the station with practiced ease. While the FTY doesn't truly have a home port, this is probably about as close as you get. A couple of you aren't too keen on getting closer to the Core Worlds and a couple of you prefer to keep the Hutts at arm's distance -- so this seems like an acceptable tradeoff. Nonetheless, she isn't successful in locating information or the whereabouts of the client at this time. It's possible that the FTY's arrival has not been widely noticed by everyone at the station just yet, so it could just be bad timing.Acaatha does notice the furtive stomping of one of the Klatooinian thugs that accompanied the dockmaster nearby however and is struck by a moment of nosy curiosity. He tails quite easily -- since he's being furtive, but not especially stealthy. He walks up to a suspicious...who am I kidding, everyone in this station looks suspicious. He walks up to someone dressed in concealing robes and Acaatha catches the words, "twi'lek" and "possible bounty".

Akhrirar hands over 250 credits to the dockmaster who makes a note in his tablet and then bids the crew goodbye. "Do let us know if you decide you'll have need of our repair facilities and basic supplies. I'll keep an eye out for a Nubian Power Coupler -- perhaps something will come across my desk. As to my coat," he pauses, "my tailor is quite particular about his clientele. Perhaps I shall inquire when I next see him." He and the remaining Klatooinian thug turn around and head back into bowels of the station.

Those of you who return into the FTY hear the unmistakable din of Fuzil at work on something in the cargo bay. Assumptions tend towards the repair or customization of the stolen speeders. It won't be unless one of you wanders in to see what's up that you'll see that the speeders are being torn apart in service to a replacement Power Coupling. This undoubtedly will take some time, and Fuzil is bound to have more than a few nicks and scratches as he digs into the guts of the speeders to pull something... unique together.

Akhrirar receives a note through the station communications network from your client. It establishes a meeting time the next station-day several levels up (away from the Imperial deck). The specific location is a maintenance juncture, hidden behind the walls of the station. This isn't your first drop off in similarly out-of-the-way places, so you know to expect lots of pipes, nooks, crannies and plenty of opportunity for an ambush if things don't go smoothly.