The People You Meet

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Yarva Adisu"]

"I can imagine." Kurt said with a shrug. "My girl gets pretty out of it when she uses the force."

The last time she'd seen Jamie use the force she quite literally knocked herself out. There had been extenuating circumstances to the situation of course, but it had still happened. That coupled with what Kaile had told him in the past let Kurt at least guess that using the force was rather taxing on the body. "I doubt we'll come out anywhere dangerous."

Famous last words.

"There aren't any pirate havens near that Station." As far as he knew. "Plus we're pretty close to Alliance space."

These days that tended to be the safest part of the galaxy. Everywhere else felt like it was constantly at war. The Galactic Alliance was a nice stable point to find when you were traveling in the galaxy, though of course the Silvers and Mandalorians also provided pretty good rest spots. Either way, Kurt was pretty confident that they wouldn't be faced with an armada or anything when they dropped out of hyperspace, or at least he very much hoped so.

 

[Carbon]

"Oh, that's good." He says, almost managing to sound disarmingly sarcastic at the prospect of going to Alliance space. "I'm sure they'd love a Mandalorian wanderer rolling through their door." Yarva wasn't well versed in politics, but he knew that most people did not like the Mandalorians. Part of it seemed to be their old reputation for being tough as nails and as pleasant as a brick to the reproductive organs, but the other part seemed to be a series of missteps and violent provocations down the line these past few years.

Not that he was aware of the particulars, but its about what he'd managed to suss out while being yelled at or told to piss off.

"Should send someone to blow that station from the sky, sometime later." He says quietly, "Carnival of Horrors, it is."

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[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Yarva Adisu"]

”I don’t think the Alliance has a problem with ya’ll.” As far as he knew anyway. There hadn’t been any planetary invasions of skirmishes between the two factions, he felt like Kaile would have told him about something like that.

”Besides.” Kurt said with a shrug. ”Not like you have to tell em’ anyway.”

There was no real issue if you just told a few lies. Kurt could always pass Yarva off as a friend and then throw him on a freighter, or he could stick around until after he got Kaile and Kaile could work her spy magic to get him on his way. It wouldn’t be an issue, so there was no real use worrying about it now. ”I’ll see what I can do.”

The pilot said in regards to blowing up the station.

Kurt was hardly a connected man, but he figured that if he told Kaile, Kaile could tell someone at the SIS and then they would take care of it. He was pretty sure thats how it worked.

 

[Carbon]

"This is true." He remarks casually, from beneath Fort Warm And Fluffy. "I'll just give them a fake name.

Like Rildo Haggins. Won't suspect a thing." After a brief pause, something seems to click in his head, and he sticks his head out, violet eyes studying the spacer.

"Your girl... she a Jedi?" No, he didn't hate Jedi.

He just assumed all Force Users not named Yarva were either Sith or Jedi.

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[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Yarva Adisu"]

"No idea." He admitted with a shrug.

"She's training with a Jedi." That was really he had to offer. "I don't think she subscribed to any particular 'order" if that's what you're asking, just wants to do a little good."
That was really the best way to describe Jamie. She had told him before that she didn't want to be a part of any particular Jedi Order, or at least, at the time she didn't. Perhaps her tune had changed now, but in truth it hardly mattered to Kurt. As long as Jamie stayed Jamie, and as long as he got to keep loving her, nothing else really mattered. Her ties, affiliations, whatever one wanted to call them. He hardly cared if it was one Jedi group or another.

"Uses the force though." Another shrug.

That was really enough of a difference for him.

 

[Carbon]

"What kind of Force?" He asks, as though that question should make sense. Slowly, he lifted his torso and threw his legs over the edge of the couch, becoming a sitting blanket burrito. He was looking at the man with interest, ironically, about his girlfriend.

A girlfriend he'd never met.

Normally that'd be rude, but the Force was always the subject of discussion when it came up around him; moreso than the person capable of using it.

"I should like to meet her at some time in the future, if it wouldn't be an imposition. I try to learn everything I can from others like myself."

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[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Yarva Adisu"]

"Probably not possible." Kurt said with a shrug, throwing himself into a comfortable reclining chair just opposite Yarva.

"She's traveling." The pilot shrugged. "Training."

Either or really described the scenario pretty well. "I barely know where she's at right now, and in all honesty if I were to meet up with her any time soon, I wouldn't be bringing another person along. Know what I mean?"

He was only human after all, and he hadn't seen Jamie in nearly...well it had been more than a month now. He certainly wouldn't be bringing anyone else along when they finally met up again, in fact Kurt planned to drag Jamie as far away as anyone else as possible and then...yeah. He was a man, he had desires, needs, and since he was now a good monogamous boyfriend his girlfriend was the only one that could properly fulfill those needs.

"You could meet Kaile though." Kurt pointed out.

 

[Carbon]

He gave a faint upward swing of his chin that turned into a shallow nod. "I'll meet whomever you know that uses the Force." He says, ignoring the 'we're going to shag like a barn cat and a raccoon on the hood of the speeder' that had just been thrown into the equation.

"So you don't use it, but you can fly fairly well. That what you do? Travel and fly?"

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[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Yarva Adisu"]

"You realize I'm headed to Sullust right?" Kurt asked leaning back in the chair. "Literally the home of the New Jedi Order."

There wasn't really any better to learn about the force then there as far as Kurt was concerned, maybe Korriban? Kurt didn't really know all that much, but then that didn't bother him either. He shifted slightly in the chair and let out a yawn, resting his face in his hand.

"I'm a courier." Kurt said with a shrug, no shame in it.

"I used to be a Pilot in the Republic Navy." Those had been more difficult. "This work suits me fine."

 

[Carbon]

His head shook as he constricted himself in his blanket cocoon. A shrug caused his shoulders to raise, "Sullust could be home to a gelatinous goo that holds the key to immortality for all I know." He remarks. To say he was uneducated was being polite.

He was a country bumpkin, through and through.

"Courier, huh? We had them back home. Take goods from one settlement to the next. Common targets for bandits though, just because they want to see what's important enough to entrust to a hired gun."

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[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Yarva Adisu"]

"Pretty much the same for me." He admitted. "Only rich people ever higher me."

Simple really. "They usually ship important things, and when pirates or less...moral smugglers figure that out it usually ends up with them trying to screw me over."

Kurt shrugged.

He'd long ago accepted that his job was a tad more dangerous that simply flying around in a freighter delivering ordinary goods, but that was part of it. The company he worked for paid him well and most of the time he got off without much a problem. It helped of course that The Messa was quite literally one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. Most pirate ships were hard pressed to keep up with him, he liked speed, and his ship achieved it better than any other.

 

[Carbon]

With a slow nod of his head that said he understood, he finally sighted a glimpse of understanding in this galaxy outside his home. Perhaps there wasn't so much different from one place to another after all - the means were different, surely, but that didn't mean the end was.

"I suppose it's good to have steady work." He says with a bit of a huff, "Not that I'd know much about working."

Undoing some of the cocoon so that the blankets were just draped around his narrow shoulders, he craned his head around to take in the space they were in for the first time. "So, Sullust. Why'd the Jedi pick Sullust?"

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[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Yarva Adisu"]

Kurt shrugged. ”Not my department.”

Although he often worked with people who were in the Alliance, and traveled through its space, Kurt was hardly connected within the government. He had no idea why anyone did anything and in truth...he didn’t particularly care. He was a Courier, simple and easy going. He’d been born on Tatooine and that alone marked him as an outcast for most galactic Governments.

”Probably to be close to the Alliance Government.” Kurt suggested to his new friend. ”Though why they picked Sullust I have no idea either, probably the ship yards.”

Sullust had a vast orbital array of driveyards.

It was in fact one of the largest shipyards in the entire galaxy, sprawling almost the entire length of the system.

Kurt had seen it once or twice, but he’d never actually visited it either. A frown pulled at his lips as he considered the options ahead of them. He shrugged, ultimately he didn’t know. The workings of government were beyond him.

 

[Carbon]

"Good credits in shipyards." He remarks dryly, "Or so my CFO keeps telling me." He adds with a tip of his head that says he usually didn't listen to such things. "But that would make sense. The Jedi were always symbiotic with the Republic - two heads, one goal, or some such. Though in practice it could turn hairy; you need only look at the ancient Mandalorian Wars for times they didn't see eye to eye."

This time, it was Yarva's lips that curled into a frown. "Ah well, Sullust sounds like a good place to get moving towards... well, somewhere not here."

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[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Yarva Adisu"]

Kurt shrugged.

"I'm just a farmboy." He really was. "History and CFO's and Shipyards are way beyond me."

He could understand the concepts well enough, but he found caring fairly difficult. His eyes tended to glass over whenever Jamie or Kaile tried to explain something to him, but...well that was just who he was. Kurt didn't particularly care about the greater workings of the galaxy, only about his own little universe. It was probably a rather ignorant view of it all, but...well some people just had to be ignorant what with all the Sith running around destroying things.

"Sullust isn't so bad, the Alliance has built up some parts of it." He shrugged again.

 

[Carbon]

[member="Kurt Meyer"]

"So am I." He says, in a nostalgic voice as his violet eyes lowered to the floor. He was lost, briefly, in contemplation of days gone by, before he shook himself. "Or, I was, at any rate. As much as one could be on a genocided world." Shoulders shrugging, he stood, moving to the nearest console that could give him access to the Holonet. He'd look up information on Sullust himself, and he doubted Kurt would mind unduly. What was he really gonna do here that was dangerous with the net?

Watch Hutt porn? Spooky.

"I wish I had the time for galactic politics, at the very least, it seems entertaining. But all I've time for is myself, I'm afraid. And it seems you're in, mostly, the same boat."

 

[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Yarva Adisu"]

"Well I have time for my girlfriend." He pointed out.

"Not a lot of it." His feet were quickly kicked up onto the table. "Still there though."

His head tipped back against the sofa.

The truth was Kurt simply had no interesting in anything...bigger. Why should he? He had done his time in the Republic Navy, he had fought against the Sith, wasn't that enough? Wasn't that at least something worthwhile? He frowned for a moment and shook his head. "So you own a company?"

What was that like?

The Courier had always imagined running his own Pod-racing corporation, or rather...he had thought about it as a child. As he'd grown the realization hit him that doing any such thing would have been a tremendous amount of work and thus the option had quickly fallen away.

 

[Carbon]

"Hence the 'mostly,' of my statement." He muses, somewhat amused.

There was a pause at the spacer's question, and then Yarva gives a slow nod of his head. "Yes, my father, whomever he was, owned an HRD manufacturing firm. He passed it down to me. It makes good credits, thankfully, but I try to stay out of being too involved with it." One, because of all the sex it sold, and two, he had no idea how to run a business at all.

He wanted to know, but he also knew that in business one had to be hungry for more wealth, more opportunity. He just wasn't there, yet.

Maybe he never would be.

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[Kurt Meyer]

[member="Yarva Adisu"]

"Huh." He mused.

Money had always been an issue in his life, not really a problem, more of a constant reminder of...lack thereof. He got by just fine, had when he'd been a kid too, but he'd never been rich enough not to worry about where he would be in a month. It was a luxury that he'd never quite been afforded, something he'd wished for, and in the past even had opportunity for...but just never took. He frowned for a moment and then shrugged.

"Sounds like fun though." He leaned back slightly.

"HRD's are pretty neat." Kurt mused. "I met one on Nar Shaddaa."

Though she had been more...unique than the usual sort. "Couldn't even tell the difference."