Well... ain't this a pickle...

[Galdaart]

Sullust, huh?

Sate thought about that a moment while the droid did what was necessary.

The patient has a spiral fracture of the tibia and a common fracture of the fibula. I have fused the bones, but the tibia is of concern to me. Submersion in a bacta tank would be wise.

Sate didn't love bacta tanks. The feeling of claustrophobia and the inability to act on one's own volition were not sensations he enjoyed, but then, neither was the thought of a permanent limp or impairment for any great length of time.

Do your worst, Doc.

The DR droid paused momentarily.

I am functioning at over 97% capacity. It would be inadvisable for me to do any less than my best, Sate Sorenn.

Yup. Needs a humour matrix. If there are Jedi on Sullust, I think they'd be very interested in the rock. his brow furrows Actually, less interested in the rock, more in the polished ore within. You don't happen to have a workshop on-board I could use, would you? I hate handing over product that's not in a finished condition. To look at it right now, you wouldn't think of the piece of asteroid lying on the deck as a big hunk of lightsabre crystal... but if I had access to some tools, we could up our take on this job by 50 - 75%...

 

[Kairon Rees]

[member="Sate Sorenn"] [member="Malia Afredane"]

Kairon had heard the name of the ore, but never in the context of lightsaber crystals. That certainly piqued his interest. Sounded like a niche market to him and if people were willing to hang around in the middle of a roid field to find some it sounded profitable.

"What kind of tools do you need?" he asked, before looking to Mal. He sure as hell wasn't going to give a stranger access to Rusty's workshop.

 

[Malia Afredane]

Rusty's shop was definitely out of the question, however there was a work bench tucked in the corner of one of the cargo bays. It was where they worked on large pieces of equipment, hovercarts and the like. Ship things. Rusty's bench was for fine delicate weapons work. Mal wouldn't mind giving the duster access to the ship's tools. Where was he going to go? He was badly injured, way outnumbered and despite Kairon being well and truly paranoid about people, Mal was much more relaxed about these things.

"I got some things you can use over in the cargo bay. You gotta get that foot healed up first though. I still got a couple stops to make on this trip before we hit up Sullust. You're welcome to stay on, and once you're outta DR's care, I can put ya up in a cabin. We'll work out the rest later. I ain't hanging a man's life over his head while he's still down. Relax, Sate, get some sleep and find me on the bridge when you're outta the dip."

Mal gave him a polite nod and headed back to the bridge, Asmus and Mai still looking curiously out at the hallways. She put their noses back to the con and the Warden moved jiggled a bit as it made the transition to hyperspace.

[member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Sate Sorenn"]

 

[Galdaart]

He had slept fitfully that first night, after the Bacta tank. Some things never change, and Sate never really slept well in a new place (or ship, or planet... honestly, Sate didn't usually sleep too well.) There was no getting away from his claustrophobia. Space was a strange thing, and every Captain operated differently. Some kept their ship lit round the clock, allowing shift personnel to decide for themselves when it's "night" and time for rest. He'd seen other, smaller boats do a version of 'lights out' to maintain some semblance of day and night, even while deep in the black. This ship seemed to follow a modified version of the latter, which Sate appreciated.

Around the bunks, the hall was dark, though light spilled in from an adjoining corridor, no doubt there were work-stations or other more vital working areas of the ship. Heck -- maybe the Cap'n had dimmed the lights just for his benefit. In any case, it was a nice touch. He caught a few hours, but tossed more than he would've liked. Eventually, he got up, and -- aided by his cane, a simple thing that one of the crew had fashioned for him -- he made his way out past two other berths, to see if he could find the galley. He was freshly showered and shaved (though he'd cut himself twice,) and dressed in whatever had been sitting on the foot of his bunk. Simple, serviceable clothes. He didn't encounter anyone on his way to the galley, though he heard voices from a compartment aft of the berths. Caf was warm, and he poured himself a cup, thinking about the course set before him.

[member="Malia Afredane"] [member="Kairon Rees"]

 

[Malia Afredane]

Mal drug herself out of her cabin, sleepily rubbing her eyes as she made for the galley to grab a cup of caf before she got ready for her shift on the bridge. Mal always lead by doing and as much as she delegated things down to the crew, she was equally likely to be in the thick of it pulling her fair share. A happy crew was a reliable crew and it was the only way the Warden kept going.

She noticed Sate out of bed and leaning on a cane, sharing the same idea she did. She was happy to see that he was at least vertical. It had been rather dicey getting him out of the asteroid field.

She stepped into the small wash of light in the galley and pulled open the cabinet where the cups where. She nodded to him as she reached for the caf pot.

"Good to see you up. How's the leg?"

[member="Sate Sorenn"] [member="Kairon Rees"]

 

[Galdaart]

He turned (a little awkwardly on the stiff leg) when she spoke to him. This was the first time he had really had a chance to look at her without the panic and stress associated with getting the frak out of danger's path. As with everything that wasn't directly related to a Dive, the rest of his existence seemed positively slow-paced and luxurious by comparison.

He took her in as she breezed over to pour the caf. She wasn't a classical beauty, which was good. A freighter Captain that only traded on her looks was destined for trouble. That's not to say she was unattractive. Far from it. But there was a ruggedness, a certain preparedness about her. He noted the worn leather of her duster and the bulge of the sidearm beneath, and immediately knew this was a woman who could handle herself. Even if the scar on her brown hadn't been a dead giveaway, there was a depth and weight to her presence that let him know she'd seen her share of scrapes. Funny -- the things you can tell from a person just from mannerisms, the way they carry themselves.

"Sore, Cap'n. I'm not a fan of bacta tanks, but it sure did some good. As did DrN0. I'm up and around, which is just fine by me. Figure I spent a couple of my nine lives back there on 774-Theta. Fact that I'm even here means I owe you and yours a significant debt." he took a swig of the caf, swallowed it with a grimace. "...which I can begin to pay off by brewing some fresh caf for you. Thought about making up a meal for the crew." gesturing to the galley "...do you typically have a communal meal aboard? I figure it'd be a good way to introduce myself, say a simple thank you, and do a bit of explaining about me, my rock, and what my presence here means..."

 

[Matthew(Rogue)Drevur]

The Luna was in the asteroid field practicing evasive maneuvers (Check the Luna in my signature to see how evasive maneuvers are done. Its like a T6 Jedi Shuttle) to the dismay of C7 and [member="HK-42"] "WOOHOO!!!" C7 screams in beeps and boops, "I am not insane. Crazy, but not insane!" The ship was rocking and turning, rolling and pivoting, whatever that wasn't bolted down slid across the floor, which meant just about everything except my bed, the toilet, the tub, and me. I spot a ship in the distance, "Ello unidentified ship! Its a nice day to be flying if you ask me! Well, its also not common to have a ship like mine!"

[member="Sate Sorenn"] [member="Malia Afredane"] [member="Kairon Rees"]

 

[Malia Afredane]

"Sore means you're alive. That was a hell of a mess you landed yourself in. I take it this was just another day for you, though?"

There was a half smile ghosting her features, her eyebrows raised in amusement. There were plenty in the galaxy who would consider her job dangerous and from her various run ins with pirates, Hutts and the Techno Union, it wasn't a far off claim. However, she figured the dust divers were playing on a whole different level from a shipping crew.

She nodded to him about the meal, glancing up at the chronometer.

"Yeah, Kairon usually makes breakfast but you're welcome to sub in if you want. Crew rotation starts in an hour and half. You sure you're ok to be on that leg?"

The Warden had not stuck around the asteroid field after rescuing Sate, and judging by the time they had tried to make up on the jump afterwards, she would be putting into Copperline about on time.

[member="Sate Sorenn"] [member="Kairon Rees"]

 

[Galdaart]

Hour and a half, huh? Sate considered the possibilities. Yeah, I can whip something up, 'long as Kairon doesn't mind a deviation from the usual. He began bustling around the small galley, finding a few things he'd need to make a passable meal. In the meantime, he continued conversation with the Captain. No reason not to, 'long as she was willing.

Yeah, that was just another job for me. Not that they're all that volatile. Well, most of 'em are, but that's not the point. I didn't go out there expecting to lose my ship, my droid, and most everything I own. Don't s'ppose anyone does. pause while mixing powdered eggs I think I'm pretty good at what I do. Got a good set of instincts 'bout the 'roids. Not that anyone can truly predict their movements, but there are algorithms, programs that are supposed to make nav easier... but nobody created those with hangin' around on a 'roid in mind. So -- I take each gig as it comes, and I typically charge a lot for my time. If every job could conceivably be the last one, hazard pay doesn't really reflect the 'gravitas' of the situation, know what I mean? he moves about the galley, fluidly placing a second pan on the cook-top, grabbing the fresh pot of caf and refilling the Captain's mug How many for breakfast, Cap'n? Or maybe I should say -- how many aboard? And while we're at it, I should likely ask where 'here' is, and what we're travelling aboard?

Sate had every intention of telling them all at breakfast what he knew, and what they should all know. If someone was to bring a burden to another group, best that group know they have a burden to bear, than fly blind.

[member="Malia Afredane"] [member="Kairon Rees"]