1.0 - Acquisition: The Hyperdrive Specialist

"Can we get what we need first here and get the stinky fungus when we're not all stressed out? This time if you're out and about. Disguise please or a veil." Akhrirar shoots back before sighing and getting ready to go out and meet the local Dockmaster here.

it's munch fungus! and it's been known to help with anxiety...

"Just tell Lin to put his pants back on...or don't look maybe buy him some spray on tan...." Akhrirar teases.

This dockmaster is a cantankerous looking Dug -- not be to racist, but Acaatha is pretty sure most Dugs are cantankerous looking. He makes his way over to your ramp imperiously. "250 Credits for Docking rights for a week. 100 credits for access to the maintenance functions -- such as refueling. We'll charge you 65 credits per Imperial Standard Fuel Unit," (which is also colloquially known as an ice-foo), "Will that be cash or back-breaking credit rates?"

"Cash. We're just here for a refuel and some supplies." I point over my shoulder with my thumb, assuming that Akhrirar should be, by now, making his way down the ramp, "Cap's got the list of things we're looking for."

Akhirar comes out to see the dockmaster and pay the fees for refueing, dockingl, maintenance, and supplies. If the Dockmaster didn't had any questions Akhirar would see about assisting Fuzil with what he could.

The dockmaster takes the credits and begins to bark on his commpad. Before he leaves he says, "Should have you resupplied and refueled shortly." A couple technicians accompanied by a slow moving gonk droid make their way towards your refueling interlocks with a large hose-looking thing that glows blue and there's an immediate bustle nearby as a handful of Ugnauts begin piling crates onto a cargo sled.

Mala puts her goggles and a rebreather on so she can look out the cockpit window at the docks. she is looking for anything suspicious.

Akhrirar nods and thanks the docmaster before watching the crew of techs work, "Fuzil let me know if you need another set of hands if you're working on the outside, maybe you can give someone a few tasks that are easy inside to keep them busy and their mind off of things." he states over comms before going to a semi relaxed position and watches the workers work between fueling and loading a cargo sled.

Lin alternates between examining ship damage, complaining about ship damage to anyone who will listen, following Fuzil around peppering him with useless questions and generally being not helpful at all.

not seeing much of anything, Mala decided to keep her mind occupied so she pulls out her datapad and starts reading the latest romance novel she downloaded, "Under a Tusken Sun"

Use to Lin's... Input ... While making the making repairs to the ship. He tends to knods to everything that is suggested to him while really just focusing at the task at hand. Which is good because more time Lin spends with Fuzil means less time for Lin to be running back to the ship for a quick take off.

The minutes tick by ever so slowly. Fuzil manages to make a reasonable circuit of the FTY -- but despite his ability to put in a new Power Coupler -- the rest of the damage to the FTY is going to need some real time to get it back into shape -- a good couple weeks, likely. It is most inconvenient that they have an urgent need to get the heck out of here.

After about an hour, the supplies have been loaded and Akhrirar has signed off on receipt. The Ugnauts wander away, a couple of them riding the cargo sled, chattering in their gutteral language. Akhrirar has a sneaking suspicious they're talking trash about him, but alas, his command of Ugnautese is somewhat sparse.

The FTY is about halfway refueled when the dockmaster comes back out and lopes towards Akhrirar. When he arrives he says, "The dockmaster from level 32 is raising a bit of a fuss about a sudden departure. He works with a rival kadijic and I don't particularly have any time for him. However it's only a matter of time before his description his wanted vessel rings a bell for someone on this docking bay who is less particular about their associations."

Akhirar smirks a bit since if someone's talking trash he probably isn't doing all that bad. Not the best but it could always be worse. With news from the dockmaster he nods, "Thanks for the heads up. We'll try and get out of here as quickly as possible so we don't cause you any trouble. How long until fueling is complete?" he states looking to the man as he inquires about a timeline.

"Another hour or so. That said, you probably have enough fuel to make it halfway across the galaxy now. I can refund you some of your purchase if you'd prefer to disappear sooner rather than later." He winces, "It pains me to hand out credits - but that son of a gundark cheats at cards."

Akhrirar nods, "That's actually pretty decent of you and much appreciated. I'll take you up on the refund I think." he states before getting on comes, "Okay people we're leaving in the next 15, wrap and strap it if you want it to stay the way it is."

"I figured you might." He plops a small bag of credits into Akhrirar's hands and starts bellowing orders to the refueling crew to get things shut down. He gives a casual salute, "You have a nice day, sir." And with that he begins to stalk off in the Dug way.

Mala, taken off guard with the sudden departure announcement, stows her datapad and heads towards the central lounge area. When akh shows up, she asks him

What's going on? why are we leaving in such a hurry? Is everyone even on the ship?

"Our local dockmaster let us know the previous one just noticed our ship is gone and is asking around to figure out where we are currently held up probably for supplies, repair, and refuel. Sooner or later people are going to talk since not everyone here has beef with him like our current dockmaster. He refunded the fuel we didn't pump in. Soon as Lin gets clearance we're out. We can finish fueling and repairs at another port in the storm." he explains before getting on the comms system to everyone.

"Lin you called in for clearance yet? I need your A game in case things get hairy since we're leaving pretty quickly so get butt nekkid if you need to we'll wipe down the cockpit later." he states over the comms system.

I really wish you would stop putting that mental image in my head Mala mutters