Tarkona Tyri

[Ci'el Ntaryl]

This is the ship of Ci'el Ntaryl. It's name, Tarkona Tyri, is Rylothean for "Purple Storm." It is small but well-armored and well-equipped with weaponry considering its size.

[Ci'el Ntaryl]

*The Tarkona Tyri heads out of the Coruscant orbit and into space.*

"Everyone secure?"

*Ci'el checks to make sure everyone is in a safe place before pushing a few buttons on the console. The ship jumps into hyperspace and they are on their way to the abandoned vessel and hopefully some treasure.*

[Veren Gal]

*Melek looked outside the window, or port, or whatever you called it on a starship, and saw his homeworld from space for the first time. It was very pretty. He wasn't sure if it reminded him more of a circuit board or some network of bio-luminescent moss that grew on the lower levels where nothing saw daylight and twisted horrors from the dark hunted whatever was foolish enough to wander down there. Nothing except drunks, people dumping corpses, or stupid kids whose friends swore there's nothing really down there and the girls would be very impressed when they bragged about the trip later.*

*He called Coruscant his homeworld because to him, it was home. He was born and raised there, this planet of Deveron his mother talked about might as well have been a fable. But, if he got rich, perhaps he would visit there someday. Getting used to Deveronian females would be tricky. If they were anything like his mother, some negotiation on body fur density would have to be made. Maybe Zeltros or Ryloth would be a better place to visit...*

"I'm ready! The sooner we head out, the sooner we can find out if the Atropos is worth our time."

[Arley]

Beside her in the copilot's seat, Arley hopped up and down on his feet as much as his jump-restraints would allow. He'd been in space before, but he really had no memory of it. Watching the glittering blackness of space above Coruscant streak into amazing sheets of light and color was dazzling. The elongated stars of the initial hyperspace jump reflected in his large, dark rodent eyes as he looked eagerly out the front view.

Once the ship settled into the normal flow of hyperspace, the little furred being disengaged himself from the seat's straps and bounded over the seat back to investigate his new companions. As he leapt over the chair, he held the enormous hat to his head lest it fall off.

"M'lek! Big Kitty! We go! You good-fly or sky-sick?"

In general, the little creature was bounding with energy at the excitement of it all.

[Char Khan]

*Char held out his paw lazily as he did a shooing motion at Arley.*

I'm good-fly, but you need to get situated somewhere before something breaks.

*Char made his way over to the twi'lek girl and sat next to her. There was a brief silence for a moment as he stared out the viewport before he finally spoke.*

If you haven't noticed, each of us has a piece to this puzzle. They had the coordinates, but I have the codes we need that'll dock us.

[Ci'el Ntaryl]

*When Char sits next to Ci'el she says nothing, but moves her head just slightly to look at him. She had indeed noticed that all three of them had a piece of the puzzle, and she is relieved to finally know what Char's contribution is. She nods her head just once at him.*

"Very well, then. When will you be giving me these codes?"

[Char Khan]

When we need to dock. Any sooner than that is a risk.

*It was already pretty obvious that the group wasn't exactly based on trust. The other two had part of the coordinates and were unwilling to show Char for the very same reason Char would refuse to hand over the docking codes before they were ready to dock.

Each one was suspicious of the other. They were doing what they could to keep their place in this little deal. Each one could strike it big and make a better life for themselves after this. For Melek and Arley, it was about finding what they could on the ship and even selling the ship itself. For Char, it was about a contract.

Whatever it was that he was meant to bring back would set him in a new lifestyle. Char wouldn't have to hire pilots. He could get his own ship. He could probably move offworld with this as well. Char had always thought about going to Nar Shaadda and hitting it up with some of the bigger groups.

Coruscant had it's fill of big groups, but there were too many contracts dealing with politics and business. There was too much white collar for Char's taste. Atleast on Nar Shaadda you had the hutts and even the BHG. He thought about working for the Exchange, but Char's Cathar pride wanted him in a position with a little more honor. The BHG was the most appealing to him and he suspected the hutts had more honor than the Exchange.

That was all thoughts for the future, however. Char needed to focus on accomplishing the here and now. If he completed this contract, he could think about his next step. For now, he and the rest of the group had to get to this ship and split the profits a quarter each. It was all even and fair. Char leaned back in his seat and put his paws behind his head as he got a little more comfortable.*

[Ci'el Ntaryl]

"I see."

*Honestly, the group dynamic they have going on here isn't exactly appealing to Ci'el. Once again she wonders what she needs to do to get these boys to trust each other, or at least to trust her. With the lives they had probably grown up in, she doubted trust would be something they could easily learn. She herself had experienced great difficulty with the emotion when she had arrived on Dantooine after years of slavery. She reminds herself that she can't exactly give them details on her past to make her seem less mysterious... though she doesn't want to lie to them by making up a fake past either. They will just have to remain this way, then, even if it is making her antsy.*

*As she thinks, the ship is moving closer to the coordinates she has been given by Melek and Arley.*

"We're almost there. Everyone get secure again."

*Ci'el punches a few buttons on the console and the ship jumps out of hyperspace. The Atropos is a small dot from where they are, but the Tarkona Tyri moves toward it quickly.*