Need a ship and a crew.

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It wasn't odd for Kyle Topol to show up on Nubia. He was a citizen of Chandrilla, after all. Library card, dental records (yes, he went every six months), and even a few bank accounts that went back as far as his 18th birthday. And well, he was a patriot. Kyle loved the Republic. He loved Selectivism Democracy. That was how he got on the world. And he was flying public transit. It was common for him to do such. And it felt right, y'know? Keeping everyone employed.

And he found himself on the surface of Nubia, making his way downtown around to the factory. Was it sight seeing? Mostly.

Until he was going to run into who he was hoping to run into.

Then the real sights would be seen.

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[Arage Bao]

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[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]With Kyle Pool was one Harry Duster.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Harry wasn’t a complicated individual by any stretch of the imagination, he had a wife, two kids and a mortgage for his middle-sized apartment in the urbanized areas of his homeworld. Most of his time was worrying about his eldest son’s education and how to exactly pay it, while the minority report suggested that he needed to drink a little less.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Mister Duster also had bright blue iridescent eyes, and was conveniently currently wearing a duster and no, that was not some kind of ironic joke. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Did you hear the news about the 8-11 incident?” Harry would mention over his newspaper, they were in public transport, but that didn’t meant they couldn’t be civil about things. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“I hear it was a massacre.”[/SIZE]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Working incognito was something easy. Kyle Topol was your basic accountant for a supply firm. It meant he traveled a lot. He'd been working there for nearly six years. Selling paper. It was a good job, paid the bills, and allowed him to travel a little. He enjoyed that part of his job. But then again, he was the envy of his coworkers. He didn't have a family. All his money went into toys. And trips. Really, the Exchange had nothing to do with setting that up. Nothing at all.

But really, working with people like Harry Duster? It sometimes made Kyle jealous. Not of the kids, and the mortgage. But the wife. Having someone to share the trips with? That'd be nice. But again, records would show the Sith caused issues there. But Harry also thought dusters were in. Kyle preferred nerfhide leather jackets than ran to his hips. Simple.

Always the Sith.
"Yeah, its a real shame. The Republic should really start keeping tabs on things. Especially with the Sith on our borders." And invading their worlds.

Their stop was coming up.

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[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Darn shame.” Harry would agree with a nod.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He turned around the page and read up about the 8-11 incident, apparently it had been claimed as an act of social liberalism by the Sons of Destravago- Harry did not quite know who the Sons of Destravago were, but it did occur to him that [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]social liberalism[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] didn’t sound half as bad. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Until terrorist groups started to bomb city corners to achieve it, of course. Little did people know that the 8-11 incident had occurred at exactly the same time as the- [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Well, Harry wouldn’t ever know about such things, now would he?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Do you have to go out on the next stop too?” he would ask, again over the newspaper. It would be nice to have someone to walk with for the trip to the factory, they were holding a monthly tour there now and mister Duster had always been interested in attending one of those. Just watching those advanced and difficult machinery work their magic? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Fascinating stuff.[/SIZE]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Social liberalism was a pretty good idea. It allowed people the right and ability to change what they could. Challenge the system in a controlled and proper way. Some people were extremists and well... they were the ones that got things done. He was fairly certain he heard about the Sons throwing shipping product out of starships into planet atmospheres. That seemed like it would send a message. And Kyle was all about sending messages.

The one thing Kyle wouldn't do was attack innocents. He was known to talk a big game in the bar, about how he was on the ground at Glee A or Csilla, or stole some Khommite refugees right from under a Sith, but no one ever believed him.

Tall tales, they claimed.

"Yeah, back on Nubia for a few days. Heard there was a tour. Heard it was something to see. One of the best shipbuilders in the galaxy, or there abouts." Of course, we all knew Kyle preferred CEC ships.

"I wonder if it'll be catered." He did skip lunch.

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[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Huh, is that so.” Harry would comment almost absent-mindedly. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Mister Duster wasn’t exactly an expert when it came to the keen works of the shipwright industry, so if Kyle claimed that Nubia hosted one of the finest shipwrights the Galaxy had ever known? He simply accepted that as a new truth, to be filed away for later evaluation.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Perhaps his wife would like one of those fancy and shiny silver vehicles? They constantly showed them on the screen these days, if you paid a little bit extra they even supplied it with a few cupholders too! Which adds a lot of value if you asked Harry, where else would you be putting your cups when taking control over the wheel again?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“I hope so, mist- oh, my apologies.” Harry would finally look up from his newspaper, folding it up neatly and putting it besides him. Then he extended his arm, offering a handshake. “I didn’t quite catch your name?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A smile would accompany it, but perhaps it was more akin to a smirk.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“They call me Harry, Harry Duster.”[/SIZE]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Nubia could sort of compete with his preferred. For a loyal member of the Republic, Topol did have a few older TIE models, Santhe/Sienar ships were works of art and the historic value? Second to none. Besides that? He was working restoring an older CEC freighter while getting from point A to B in a Silk craft. See, not having a mortgage or a wife, nor kids allowed Kyle Topol to do a lot of fun things. Mid-life crisis of sorts, even if the man never looked a day over 25.

Good genetics was to blame.

These ships, though, they were built for royalty.

The one thing Kyle was really good with was rolling with the punches. When Kyle extended his hand, he nodded. “Names Topol, Kyle Topol. Out of Chandrilla. Pleased to meet you, Mister Duster.”

Not Walker.

The one thing abuot the Chandrillian man was that he didn’t let his face change, at all. A friendly smile that one would give to a new acquaintance though, that did happen. And as the monorail came to a stop.

“I think that’s us.” He waved Duster on ahead.

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[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“It seems so.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Harry would agree with a final nod to his new-found friend, before picking up his briefcase and standing up from his seat. A final look was spared to the newspaper which only brought up a shake of the head, what a sad affair was the world brought up to these days.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]After that little shake of the head, mister Duster left the cabin and the public transportation in and headed towards the factory that would be hosting the tour right about now.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A scratch of a scruffy chin followed soon, while Harry waited for Kyle to catch up with him. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Heh, did you see the chubby security guard in terminal B, by the way?” he would chuckle softly, while walking.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“Pretty sure even J. could outrun that one.”[/SIZE]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Kyle traveled light. Call it youth. He had a sling bag that carried his datapad and whatever else he really needed. It wasn’t much, the man was known to travel light. He kept his stuff in public shipyards where he could be seen working on it. Especially the Corellian freighter.

Taking in the sights around him, Kyle managed to tag behind a little. He always had an interest in security. As much he had a job in accounting, check his Chandrillian library card. He had a lot of spy novels taken out under his name. Sometimes he liked to play pretend.

Most times. Running a hand through his brown hair, the blue eyed man looked to Duster and started catching up. “Mmm.” Kyle nodded. Who was J? After all, Duster and Topol knew each other for what? Thirty minutes?

Unless they went on Killik time. He looked at the service counter. Tours to the left, 10 credits. “Well, steeper than I expected.” He shrugged.

Kyle didn't chew gum.

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[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Harry was also slightly… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]delusional[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] sometimes, write it up to prescription drugs that helped him cope with a delayed midlife crisis, a crappy job and an unsatisfying career in the retail business. It meant that sometimes he needed just a little up, to get through the day and sometimes… really sometimes it meant having to take it in with some scotch.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Oh, sure the doctors said that wasn’t good for ya. But could you really blame him for doing it that way anyway? [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A crappy job [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]did[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] mean that he had enough money to pay the ten credit price… if only barely. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]With a wide gesture, his hand disappeared in one of the deep pockets of his duster and reappeared with a single credit chit, handing it over the counter with a pleasant smile and a nod. It wouldn’t be right to take it out on the employee, just because his job didn’t want to pay him a good salary like he deserved, right?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]“You coming, mister Topol?”[/SIZE]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Kyle liked to keep things simple. There were only so many ways he could act. Accounting for a shipping company? That was simple. Working on starships? Again, simple. Dealing with people? Not so much. It was a wonder he was letting Mister Duster tag along with him on the tour. Normally Kyle kept people at arms length, especially after the Sith and Republic got his wife murdered in their pointless feud.

There was a bit of a liberating freedom and maybe Kyle was the type to throw himself into work. He smoked a little smoke, drank a little drink, but never in excess. He worked in excess. But when you loved what you did? Why not.

He flipped over a credit chip with a wink and nodded. “Yeah, Duster, yeah.” He shook his head at the woman behind the counter and followed his bus-mate into the factory. Was there flash photography allowed?

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Retro Tag as the pair are now walking into Nubia turf
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