Chapter 1 - Lantillies

MacRogers returns the hearty handshake.

Smiling at the Rodian, "Now that's what I like to hear, Jo'Thun likes to be careful, but I've always been partial to crews that take the credits and stow the questions." Leaning in closer to Ken, he continues. " Let me reach back out to my latest customer and let them know I have a crew for them. You guys meet me back here in 2 hours, until then, stretch your legs, maybe grab a drink and I'll have you a run that's worth your time."

With that, he turns and before he's off the pad, has his comlink out, working on the next deal.

Ken and Blih head down the street and find a bevy of bars just outside the Spaceport proper. Choosing to split up they enter and start making the rounds.

Ken goes hard to the questions and finds a crowd that is truly not receptive to his questions.

Blih takes a breath and eases up to the bar, subtle but fast, well, here goes. Patience and skill, two of the things he's been working on for a while seem to pay off. He finds several people that know MacRogers and the opinions are typically good.

By all accounts, he's the number 2 being at the local Lantillian Spacers' Brotherhood guild house. He's been around for over a decade and seems fairly settled here on Gizer. Most of the independent traders come to him if they're between runs and looking for cargo. Outside of the 'routine' Imperial shakedowns, he's kept out of the Empire's and the local government's crosshairs.

But that doesn't mean he can't 'hook you up', *wink*, if you need that kind of cargo.

Jeswain picks up the local vibe fairly easily, most people are going about their daily lives. The biggest complaint seems to be about the Customs Agents and the worry that the Empire is going to raise system taxes.

The three of you that went to the bars congregate at the bottom of the ramp to the ship. It's almost exactly the appointed time as you see MacRogers jogging your way, comlink in hand.

"Excellent to see you all, he gives a practiced look around the landing pad before continuing. "So, I was just confirming with the next client that you were all here. She is in a bit of a rush, so I went ahead and requested your launch permissions earlier. You should be ready to leave as soon as she arrives.

As he pauses, you hear the distinct, if muffled, sounds of blasters coming from the walkways inside the spaceport. MacRogers starts walking toward a different exit, "That's probably her now, you might want to be ready to go."

Moments later, a human woman comes running out of the spaceport onto your landing pad. Dressed in a spacers jumpsuit with a heavy jacket and a blaster in her hand. Seeing you she leans into her run and heads toward the ship's ramp as blaster bolts streak out of the doorway behind her.

AD-hoc glances around the landing pad, it is unfortunately very clear of boxes at the moment. Jeswain and Ken's blaster bolts kick up dust and shower the doorway with splinters, causing the pursuers to momentarily take cover.

As the woman runs past the crew and up the ramp, she let's out an excited "Whoop, nice shooting!!"

Running straight to the cockpit, the she addresses Pergano,"We should lift as quickly as possible, I can't guarantee they don't have someone at the tower that could lock us down." Stepping aside as AD-hoc and Jeswain enter the cockpit, she continues, "I'll go strap in while you do your thing, I've got the destination coordinates on this datastick for when we break orbit."

Ken bounds up the ramp and climbs into the gun turret, nothing to shoot yet, but you never know.

As Blih is closing the ramp, he see's several figures emerge from the spaceport doorway, a couple take pot shots at the ship while others turn and walk away. None of them appear to be wearing matching clothes or uniforms.

Responding to AD-hoc's question as the client is heading off the bridge, "I wouldn't think they'd have any ships they could scramble this quickly."

Blih gets the door closed just as the ship begins to lift, rolling around the scant information he picked up in the bar, he's guessing the shooters were part of the Crimson Rancor's. He got the impression that they were the main gang in this part of the city, running most crime and information brokering.

Pergano brings up the replusors and lifts the ship out of the docking bay, tilting up the nose and increasing power, you rush away from the spaceport into the black.

Minutes later you're clear of the planet and jumping to hyperspace.

Once everyone reconvenes, "Well, that went better than expected, since I image you didn't have any real warning I was coming in hot." Smiling as she looks around the room at each of you, she continues, " Everyone calls me Dancy, and for the most part, I deal in the peaceful exchange of information. Unfortunately, those guys insisted on a price change at the last second. We didn't necessarily agree to disagree."