Finding A Freighter (Part 1)

[Dedric Ryker]

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As he left he could here the sound of Tippi's stride. It was pretty unique and was just as familiar to him as the squeks and chitters the pilot made. Looking over his shoulder just as he came along side him he watched the charades. The ossein nodded understanding it to be a good inquiry. "You forget I own another ship Tippi. Don't worry, you can fly if you want." The vessel he was referring to was the well worn and used nerf-herder light freighter that his parents had flown. It was a hunk of junk now and Dedric planned on selling it. For now it would taxi them to the shipyards in orbit around Fondor. The area around the planet had grown from simple ship building and repair to an oasis for numerous people. Trade and living was present on Fondor's surface but it existed also in the space above the planet as well.

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Dedric stood by the ramp of the light freighter. It was battered by numerous peices of space debris, countless atmospheric entries and even laser scaring. Still it had been a reliable ship for his family. Now he was planning on selling it to mitigate the costs of the ship he currently searched for. The group he had rallied at the drinking establishment should be arriving at any minute. The MR astromech Dedric used whirred and went up the ramp without any invitation.

If the others weren't here in a few minutes he might think about leaving without them. He wanted to get a new ship and it excited him. He would be back and they could still join his crew but his enthusiasm only increased his impatience. One foot tapped the hangar floor as he held both hands on his hips. His 4-C blaster pistol on his hip and his flight suit zipped up almost to his neck. The leather jacket he wore over made him comfortable in the cool matalic setting. "Let's get a move on people. Me want new shippy." His voice raised so those that were approaching and in hopefully in earshot would hop to it.

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[Eice Frex]

Eice finished her coin-crabs, and having already paid for them and her drink, stood. She didn't have much to gather; as yet she owned very little which she did not keep on her at all times. She hopped down from her bar-stool and smiled.
"One can't be too careful in a strange place, is all...

It was true that Eice may have been taking things a bit too seriously in regards to planning. However, that was something which had been instilled in her from birth; her parents and grandparents had lived and died by schedules and regulations. The spontaneous way many Ossein tended to do things could be... jarring, to say the least.
Striding up to the base of Dedric's freighter, she cast a glance over her shoulder, toward the berth where her battered old skiff sat. Luckily the Ossein didn't seem to be big believers in things like docking fees, but even so, the Tintinna couldn't help but feel antsy about letting it sit in the hangar for so long.
One of these days, of course, the little ship would have to get replaced. The Ossein put great stock in ships that could fly fast and travel through hyperspace, and so did Eice.
"Ready to go!"

 

[Dorian]

It looked like they were going to just wing it, see what happens. If Dorian had a mouth he would have smiled, the situation just so like his people to create. He was afraid of getting too close to these people, though their actions were making it difficult to not make the attempt. He didn't know if he would see any of them alive past a year, especially if they were all as reckless as they were now, and his heart couldn't take much more losses. It already ached with the memories he had already lost before he had even met these people. He didn't want any of their names or faces engraved on his heart just to cause more painful scars.

As they prepared to leave, Dorian boarded his own trusty Pinnace to assist in the attempt. It was basically where he lived, no food or water needed, just a place he could recharge as he rested during the times he needed. He traded his comm frequency with the others, part of him wondering how many of them would be around to use it after this mission. He wondered how they would acquire a ship from Fondor, especially since their leader didn't seem like he had the money to pay for one. Oh well, it wasn't his place to question such things at the moment. He would back up the human in whatever way was needed, though he hoped there wouldn't be any need for combat. Unless needed he would keep his weapons offline, that way he wouldn't seem like an aggressor. It wouldn't do to have them all be blown out of the sky for misinterpreted intentions. "I'm ready to go. Just let me know what you need of me and I'll give you my all."

 

[Tippi Snibit]

Tippi shouldered his bag of snacks, trinkets, tools, and gadgets as he waddled up to Dedrics freighter. He was wearing his pilots flight suit with his colorful family sash wrapped around his waist, his little VZ-1 pistol stuffed inside. In addition to his wrench, snack bars, and ration packets, Tippi had packed up his carbine, a pouch full of extra power packs, and a roll of mechanics tools (hydrospanner, adjustable ratchet, etc), and some adjustable foot-pedal extenders (for piloting strange craft not built to his specs)- even these few items made the bag large for someone of Tippi's stature. He was excited. Especially since Dedric said he could fly. Tippi loved flying, even if it was something as junky as the old Ryker family freighter.

His snack run seemed to have put him a bit behind the others, but he was still ready in plenty of time to get moving. Tippi shuffled up to the Ramp where Dedric stood and chittered in excitement, ready to get underway. It was time for an adventure.

 

[Dedric Ryker]

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Humming to himself he would turn as Tippi arrived. He extended an exagerated bow towards his friend, mocking the minions of monarchs as he did so. Now it was time they get underway. Dedric turned and followed the Chadra'fan up the ramp and into the ship. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon from underneath the co-pilot seat and opened it. Seeing as he would not be piloting he decided to resume consumption of alcohol. Popping the cork on the container he sniffed the aroma as it wafted out earning it a murmur of appreciation from the man. The Mutt did not bother getting a glass or cup to pour it into. Instead he drank it straight from the bottle. It was already two thirds empty before he had opened it and he was not looking to finish it before they reached the docks over Fondor.

"Any blood you get on the ship you're cleaning up!" He said loud enough so everyone present could hear. That included inside and out. The thought of such a thing brought memories of mynock swarms to mind. The freighter was not very large so sound traveled easily through its relatively tight spaces. The man had made sure that any of his valuables still onboard had been transferred to his personal storage area. The main reason they were taking this ship to Fondor was so that he could sell it and use the credits to buy his new ship. The transition from the Flagship to Fondor would be quick and hopefully painless. Dedric had purposefully not paid to much attention to what Tippi was doing. He did not want to be a backseat pilot.

Dedric already knew where to look once they landed. There was a yard that had low parking costs and easy access to some of the orbital markets on foot. Great for people who had ships that were looking to sell. Most likely there would be some person with a ship that was real diamond in the rough. His gut told him so and so far in his life his gut had steered him right.

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[Eice Frex]

Eice took a last look around the flagship's hangar before climbing the ramp of the battered light freighter - What a piece of junk! she thought - and finding a place to sit. There was, she noted, a disturbing lack of crash webbing of her size in the ship.
This was, the Tintinna realized, the first time she had left the Ossein home-ship since she had first boarded it, shortly after her life had first been turned upside down. She felt some apprehension in doing so; the outside world, to her, was a frightening place, and not least because she was sure Blackrow Hyperlogistics had a sizeable presence at Fondor, although she couldn't remember if it was at this particular spaceport or not.
No. She thought to herself. They have their own station here... surely I won't meet anyone from the company where we're going!
She gulped nevertheless. Hopefully no-one would recognize her here, although if the place was as crowded as most spaceports, she couldn't imagine why or how anyone would.

 

[Tippi Snibit]

Tippi eased the sluggish hunk of junk out of the home-ships massive hangar, through the mag shield, and into the crowded space above Fondor. The freighter was quiet a change from running sorties in his interceptor, he thought as he worked the clip-on adjustable foot pedals to work the ships repulsor-rudder. The seat was designed for someone closer to Dedrics size, so Tippi had to use a booster seat to see over the console, but that was ok. Tippi could make things work. He brought the craft and its motley little crew down into the upper atmosphere at a leisurely pace, chittering to himself as he transmitted registration codes to the Fondor Docking Authority and requested permission to land. Lucky Dedric knew a cheap berth, Tippi thought as he scrolled through the outrageous mooring and fueling costs broadcast by some of the systems stations and trading posts. IT was easy to take for granted how affordable the Ossein fleets were in comparison to commercial worlds like this.

The flight was short and uneventful- seemingly over almost as soon as it had started- and the flying itself was undemanding enough that Tippi managed to nibble on a ghibli fruit filled snack bar with one paw while he worked the controls with the other, guiding the floating brick into its assigned space without any trouble. The landing gear hissed and the hull rumbled as the Chadra-Fan set her down gently with only the slightest "thud", dead center on the tarmac. Happy with his performance, Tippi chittered do Dedric and offered up the remaining half of his snack bar to his friend, who he thought shouldn't be drinking on an empty stomach. If they were going to buy a ship, Dedric would have to do most of the talking, since Tippi certainly wouldn't be.

 

[Dorian]

The ride over to their destination wasn't long, Dorian flying just behind the literal flying brick that was his new Captain's current ship. There was obvious need for an upgrade, though the skill that Tippi showed while flying it was apparent. It would seem that every member of their little crew had some kind of skill that would be useful in the running of their own ship, something that boded quite well for their future together. At first he was reconsidering his choice to throw in with them, though now he felt quite a bit better about the decision. As he landed in the place next to the older ship, serving as his protection, Dorian exited his Pinnace and went to rejoin the others on the landing pad. It was time to look for a ship.

"Tippi, was it? That was some impressive flying. I applaud your skill." He spoke with little emotion in his voice but not in a condescending way. He meant what he said. He turned to Dedric, gesturing towards the rest of the facility. "Lead on. I'll have your back. I'm not sure what kind of ship will catch your eye but I'll give it as thorough an inspection that I can once you find it." He looked down at Eice, gesturing towards his shoulder. "Are you nervous about something, young lady? If it is within my power, I shall do my best to protect you just like all the others. I'll not let a single person harm a hair on your head as long as I still draw breath." He didn't mention that as an Elensalite he didn't have to breathe, it would have taken away from the moment.

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[Dedric Ryker]

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It was a good thing the transfer from the Flagship to the space station was short. Any longer and Dedric probably would have gained a buzz from sipping the grain alcohol. He stashed the liquor back where he had found it and stood up, cracking his back as he did so. "We were here ages ago. I swear I saw a Thresher docked around here and my gut tells me that something like that is still around these parts." He answered Dorian's inquiry. After Dedric spoke he realized he sounded like a stereotypical rim-ward captain, superstition and all. He knew whether it was the Thresher or some other ship he would find a new vessel to call home.

Now it was time to window shop. The reason he had picked this mooring was not just to save his own wealth, what little there was of it, but to eye others that were taking up the advantage of cheap parking. People who parked in this area were usually shy on credits, Dedric himself proving his own point. That meant that they would take a lower offer most likely for their property if offered. The man's boots tapped on the decking of the station as he strode with hands in his pockets. His blue eyes wandering from ship to ship as he passed them. He examined each one from fore to aft until finally the ship he had sworn he had seen appeared.

The man practically ran up to the ship as it lay silent before him. Both of his eyes were wide as they looked the craft up and down. He had seen holo-projections of the ship and recordings, read articles and all the specifications, statistics but all of that did not compare to the ship before him. He finally shook himself from the view and trod his way over to the ramp looking to speak to its owner. He stopped short as a voice rose from off to one side, rather it was a hollering question. "You looking for Dann?" The Ossein looked to see who had asked the question and saw a female devaronian. "...Maybe..." he said trying to be cautious. A glance over his shoulder told his cohorts he was suspicious of anyone who called him out in public. "Is he the one that owns this ship?" He asked. "Spends most of his time at the cantina." The female looked down at the pile of scrap she was sorting. Dedric was about to ask the question again when she spoke up again. "but yeah that bastard owns that ship though i've never seen it move from that position let alone fly since i've been here." Her words indicating it had been some time.

The Mutt turned away from the ship and the woman to face his fellow adventurers. "Well gee, guess we need to stop by the local cantina." Dedric ended his sentence in a smile. The day was just getting better.

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[Eice Frex]

Eice had never been to Fondor. Never been to any other planet besides Corellia, truth be told, and she wasn't even sure if this counted, being a space station. Truth be told, she had spent most of her career - most of her life - aboard stations, or aboard ships like the Ossein flagship where she currently had residence, which was basically a station that could jump through hyperspace.
She looked around in wonder and undisguised curiosity, therefore, as she walked down the boarding ramp of the old freighter. As the little Tintinna gazed around, Dorian addressed her, and confusingly, gestured to his shoulder. Eice smiled shyly.
"Th-Thank you... um... I'm sure you'll keep us all quite safe." She looked around, and suddenly spotted something that made her eyes widen. "Whoa wait a second is that a Simplexian?!"

As Dedric and the others walked over to see and inquire about the parked Thresher, Eice was drawn to a smaller, sleeker craft parked just down the row. The Tintinna had not had a real diversity of starships to look at growing up, mainly just the few models of drone barge and utility lighter which Blackrow operated. Her first few days with the Ossein had been heady ones, her wanderings of the flagship's hangar deck showing her a Galaxy's worth of - to her - exotic spacecraft. This was not to say, of course, that she did not know what they all were; her puphood bedroom had been hung with dozens and dozens of plastene starship models she had assembled. She could spout of model designations and technical specifications for all the major starship manufacturers, plus several smaller ones.
One of these was Simplex Astroyards, manufacturers of the thing of beauty poised on its landing struts before her, the Y77 Simplexian.
Eice had been too young at the time to properly recall the ship's initial release, but she had adored it as soon as she laid eyes on its picture. It was not a common ship, and not cheap, but she yearned for one with something deep in her bones.
The one before her was a nearly pristine example, well cared for by its pilot. It gleamed in the hangar lights, alluring...

Eice was about to take a step toward the ship when she felt a shadow fall over her. She looked up, squeaked, and scurried aside as a binary auto-servitor overburdened with an enormous container trundled over the spot where she had been standing, its sensors obviously obstructed by its load. Eice's lateral movement apparently tripped its motion detectors, and it stopped, swiveling its cranial turret and chattering at her in its model's brand of droidspeak.
Eice, gathering herself, looked up at the droid. It was of older construction than she had been used to, but she knew the model well; Blackrow used large numbers of them in its facilities, and in many cases, she found them more amiable company than some of her organic coworkers. That she had learned to understand their language was something those same coworkers had often derided her for, but it had come in handy more than once.
"No harm done!" She replied up to the towering droid. "But you may want to put on your caution beeper or something, you're overloaded!"
The droid swiveled its photoreceptors back to the container, and gave what amounted to a helpless sigh, and a brief chatter detailing the present state of said beeper. Hearing this, Eice's ears drooped; obviously this machine was not receiving the best of maintenance, and was probably not being used within the tolerances of its design.
"Well... try to be careful I guess. Good luck!"
The auto-servitor gave a grateful chatter and trundled on, its servos whining in protest as it struggled along under its load. The little Tintinna couldn't help but feel sorry for it, and watched it go.
It was then that Dedric spoke, and Eice's ears perked again. She scurried over to rejoin the group, casting a wistful glance back at the Simplexian as she went.
Someday!

 

[Tippi Snibit]

Tippi gave the strange robot- man two stubby thumbs up at the compliment on his flying. It was really nothing- the Nerf Herder may fly like a drunk bantha, but even those could be gently guided through a well marked course, given a steady hand and the right flight path from the control tower. Tippi was just thankful that the landing gear held out when he set down on them. You never knew with old ships like this. The Chadra-fan stuff his half eaten snacks bag in his bag as he tottered off after Dedric, trying to remember the last time they were on Fondor. He was having trouble, but that didn't really surprise him. Tippi had a lot going on in his head, and so he didn't have the best of memories, but he was sure his wingman knew what he was talking about. Tippi chittered and shrugged- he was sure they would find something like what D was looking for.

As he shuffled along, Tippi couldn't help but notice their new friend Eice get distracted by a courier's Simplexian. Tippi could hardly blame her from gawking at it- it had nice lines, and he saw one once wrapped in chromium converted into a diplomats pleasure craft that made his ears flush pink in jealously- but, the ship wasn't nearly fast enough for Tippi's taste. He was an interceptor pilot at heart, through and through. All the little furball really wanted was to laugh and drink and go fast with all his friends. That's what he was thinking about, in fact, when he realized Eice was about to be crushed by a labor droid. His distressed squeak was lost in the undustrial noise of the port, but thankfully the mouse girl managed to avoid being smushed to death. Tippi breathed a sigh of relief.

Dedric was talking about going to another Cantina, and Tippi was glad to follow him there. After what he nearly witnessed, he could use a few drinks to catch up to his partner.

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[Dorian]

Dorian nodded at Eice's answer, trusting her to know herself and to keep herself safe is she said she could. He moved up by Dedric, his gaze following those of their leader as he looked from ship to ship. Each one he internally judged, noting everything from armaments to armor to any visible damage and natural wear and tear. It was when the human found the one that had struck his fancy that he took a closer look, finding that Dedric had a good eye in ship. It looked sturdy, quick, and able to fair well in a scrap if needed. It also looked like it hadn't been flown in a while, which overhearing the Devaronian woman made him realize why. What was the point of having a ship like this if you never flew it around? Just to have a fancy showpiece to fail at impressing people with? This craft would be far better off in the hands of the Ossein, agreeing with their Captain that a trip to the Cantina to visit this supposed 'owner'.

It was at this time that he saw the servitor nearly crush Eice as she admired another ship nearby. He couldn't fault her for losing her attention, it WAS another nice ship, but if he had a mouth he would have sighed. This was exactly the reason why he had asked if he could keep an eye on her. It wasn't that he didn't trust her or think she was a liability, it was that most people on these worlds and stations didn't look out for smaller races and ended up doing things haphazardly in order to cut corners. That was probably why the droid was so overloaded as it was. He didn't say anything to her, trusting that she had seen what kind of dangers there could be in even the most innocent of places, but he resolved to try to keep an eye on her a bit more as they walked around. If there were another inadvertent threat, he would do what he could to prevent it from harming her or any of them, if possible. Even if it cost him his life, what little of it was left, anyway.

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[Dedric Ryker]

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Without a moment to lose the man followed the signs to the nearest drinking establishment. It was less than a five minute stroll before the group found themselves under the flickering sign of the cantina. It was a run down location, the architecture mirroring every other shop, resturant or palce of business in this part of the station. The only difference was that this one had the type of decorations that said the owner couldn't decide what nationality it represented. Flags, trinkets, pictures hung on the walls inside that were from all over the galaxy. It was actually probably from the numerous wayward souls that happened upon the cantina. In a way it was an effort to say 'we accept everyone'.

Walking into the place of business Dedric went straight to the bar. "I'll have bourbon, neat, and whatever these three want. First round is on me." He gestured behind him towards his compatriots. The bartender would take their orders in turn while Dedric looked around for any tells that would say who was the owner of the Thresher.

The station based bar was dimly lit, one table had several spacers playing cards. The Ossein eyed it with interest before pushing aside the idea of gambling. Not now, not yet. He told himself. Eventually the bartender would come back with their drinks and the Jasaq lean over the bar slightly to speak to the employee. "You know where I can find Dann?" The bartender nodded over to one of the tables that had two men sitting at it while a third stood next to it. "He's the one standing up." Dedric thanked the man end looked over to his companions. He hopped they had not lost anyone yet.

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[Eice Frex]

Eice looked around at the station bar, taking in its eclectic furnishings. The place looked vaguely like a chain restaurant the little Tintinna was familiar with, a rather tacky establishment which Blackrow had leased space to in all of its company-owned arcologies. Back when she had been employed by the company, she had been dragged to the place by coworkers on the few occasions they had bothered to socialize with her.
This place, however, seemed quite a bit more sincere, not least because it was an independent spaceport bar, not part of a chain, and also because most of the trinkets, trophies and pennants that decorated it seemed to be genuine.
When Dedric made his order, Eice perked her ears, and raised her hand. "Um, Syrspirit old fashioned, if you could!" She squeaked, before glancing over at the trio of people Dedric was now approaching. She watched keenly, accepting her drink when the bartender gave it to her.
She leaned over to Tippi, still watching the exchange.
"I assume he knows what he's doing?"

 

[Tippi Snibit]

Drinks on Dedric?! Tippi was in. He clambered up onto a stool too see over the bar, and when the bartender came around for his order he jabbed a furry finger straight at the lomin ale tap. He was immensely pleased, clapping his hands together in glee as he saw it come out frothy and pale. Tippi liked establishments like this. There was always interesting things to see and all sorts of neat aliens to check out and maybe meet. These cantinas could be a great source of entertainment- be it new friends, or a spontaneous brawl. He swiveled around in the stool to face away from the bar so he could watch the crowd as Dedric looked for a lead for them to follow, when Eice leaned over and asked him about Dedric.

Tippi looked over at his wingmate as he considered his response. He supposed it depends on what exactly she meant by "does he know what he's doing". Did he know what his plan was, exactly? Probably not. There was a good chance it was a sort of vague, wishy washy idea. Did he have a pretty good feeling about it all working out just fine? Yeah, probably, and that was good enough for Tippi. He shrugged his shoulder at Eice and chittered a non-committal but vaguely positive sounding response. This would probably all be just fine. Nothing to worry about.

 

[Dorian]

He could drink, if he wanted, and his programming would even emulate becoming buzzed and drunk, respectively, yet he only ordered a sweet fizzy drink that he was fond of instead. SOMEONE had to stay sober and observant, just in case someone tried to pull something that tried to take advantage of their inebriated state. Did Dorian trust anyone or any situation? No, not at all. Perhaps at one time he was a bit more carefree, yet that part of him was dead and gone now, alongside the lives of his old friends and comrades. He couldn't allow himself to stand down, to relax like he did before. Putting the glass of the drink up to his faceplate, not actually consuming it but still able to enjoy the flavor, he kept his eye out over his current companions as they went about their business here.

Idly, Dorian wondered exactly what his new Captain was going to do to get the ship. While he hoped it wouldn't be violent, he was willing to join the man in the fray at a moment's notice as needed. Perhaps he could negotiate their way into the pilot's seat, or perhaps they would play a game to gamble the ship away. Hell, he'd sleep with the man if that was what his Captain ordered him to do, though perhaps Dedric didn't know he'd follow near ANY order while under his command. The only one he wouldn't follow was to turn his weapon on his fellow Ossein, not unless there was a clear show of betrayal of their people and culture. He would die before he did that. Luckily, Dedric didn't seem like that kind of person.

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[Dedric Ryker]

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The man was confident in part due to the people he had at his back. He had been through some tight situations with Tippi to not expect low of those with small physical

stature. They could be surprising in sticky situations and come out with positive contributions that would end in better than expected in endings. While Dedric held a higher amount of confidence in himself than he actually probably earned in his life he was also self-assured thanks to the expected competence of his associates and possible new crew. He had met others that had been with him for a short time and had changed venues of profession and so did not expect a certainty or concrete relationship. Trust and reliability as well as loyalty had to be earned. So far Tippi was the only one out of the three he felt he could rely on. Dorian was a fellow Ossein. That put him...or “it” above Eice in his mind. Still he had a confident bead on Eice and felt she was genuine about her feeling and character. She was not playing a part and pretending to be friendly.


The trio he approached looked disgruntled, or at least two of the three did. The one the bartender gad pointed out as Dann looked as happy as a space mollusk. The Mutt was about to speak up with an introduction when the closest patrons reached across the table with a bawled fist aimed at Dann. The man fell backward off of his high chair onto the floor, a total surprise emanating from from his expression. Dedric was unsure what to do next. He stood there surprised at the turn of events before moving to help Dann up. But the other two card players weren’t done. The man must have been TOO good at cards because the furthest card player had a fist primed on the spread eagle victim by the time Dedric got over to him.


The other man, the one closest to the bar was a Devaronian and a burly one at that. Grabbing Dedric by the collar he threw him backward. He wanted a piece of the man who had bested them at the game of cards. It did not matter whether or not he had won fairly. They had still lost in the end and that was enough for them to pumple their opposition.

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[Eice Frex]

Eice's ears drooped a little in disappointment at Tippi's noncommittal response. The fact was, the little Tintinna may not have been very worldly, but she had spent enough time among the Ossein to recognize when someone was winging it. She hoped things didn't go badly.
She watched Dedric approach the three beings with the beginnings of an introduction, and squeaked in surprise when one of the beings reached across the table with a fist and slugged the man Dedric had been about to talk to right out of his chair. She winced as the man was pummeled into the stresscrete tiles of the floor, clutching her glass of syrspirit in both hands to her chest.
That was when the big Devaronian took Dedric by the collar and flung him away.
"Ohh kark~!"
Eice was only just getting used to the comparative freedom of a spacer's life, and cursing out loud was new to her. Even so, she was finding herself a quick learner.
"I kriffing knew it would end up like this! Ten thousand holodramas can't be wrong!"
It was at that point that Eice realized she didn't know what to do. If she tried to fight off the Devaronian herself, she was likely to end up a Tintinna-shaped flatcake on the bar floor. She didn't carry a blaster yet, though she was rapidly developing the opinion that she should remedy that soon.
Was there station security? She could call them... but then, this station was likely to small for more than a few customs officers...
She turned with a desperate look to Tippi and Dorian.
"W-What should I do?!"

 

[Dedric Ryker]

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Originally Dedric had just wanted to help up the man he had planned on purchasing a ship from. He could not buy a ship from a dead man. Now he was pissed. Having been thrown backwards and off balance he crashed into a high chair that fell with him to the ground. He swore, jumping from one near-human language to the next as he regained his footing. He charged the man that had thrown him. His back was to Dedric and he fell face first to the ground over his own mate.

He punched into the Devaronian's side repeatedly. First the ribs then he went lower where there was no bone to protect the torso. He did not head the horned being's grunts of displeasure. The other one was still kicking Dann in the side as he tried to fend of any more attacks. The bartender was shouting pointlessly for the fighting to stop and called the local authorities. Some people cheered, others yelled in annoyance and disapproval. This had turned into a bar brawl quickly.

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[Dorian]

Looking at Tippi, Dorian made a quick gesture for him to keep an eye on Eice before moving in to the brawl. He hadn't wanted to get involved yet it appeared their Captain had other plans. The man was right, it wouldn't do to get the potential seller of their new ship to be injured or killed before they could even meet with the man. He was also fairly sure that these ruffians hadn't fought against his kind of droid before as well. He was going to partially enjoy this, provided he could keep his mind out of the growing spiral down to the dark depths. He had to focus on the mission, not on the past.

Trusting Dedric to handle the Devaronian, Dorian instead reached down and grabbed the one kicking their potential patron by the neck and lifted him up. He squeezed just enough to be noticed and for it to be a bit painful but not enough to cause damage. "This fight is over. You and your friend, leave, before I make you. This is a nice establishment and I would prefer to keep it intact. You two, on the other hand, I don't have the same feelings for. You can either leave on your own two feet or in pieces. It's your choice." His eyes flashed as he gave his ultimatum, keeping an eye on the man he was holding and the Devaronian as well. If either tried to attack him, he would be ready to counter. Hopefully he wouldn't kill either of them.

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