2007-10-20 - A Brief Meeting at the Spaceport

This massive Spaceport rises gracefully over the highest of this Sector of the City's shimmering towers and sweeping bridges. A slender, airy construction of silver framework set everywhere with transparisteel walls rises floor for floor above and behind the skyward-thrust cluster of heavy landing pads. Within this structure sentients from all over the galaxy bustle about with droids in tow, some making travel arrangements and some mucking their way through the crowded customs departments staffed by the pale-faced bereaucrats of Coruscant's Court system.
The landing pads have been artfully designed and constructed of nearly white concrete, rimmed about with polished silver durasteel. The landing pads vary greatly from one to the next in size, but all share a common shape. Circular, they would be domes but for their flat tops. Each landing pad is supported from beneath by heavy foundations that eventually come together as they descend deeper into the City, and each is joined to the others by a complex series of open-air bridges.
Tuil appears at the Public Spaceport and goes to see the port master. After a bit of haggling, the padawan hands over whatever he still owes and then heads out, walking among the loftly platforms where ships are landing and lifting off.
The Flyer touches down and the hatch opens immediately. Out comes the Viceroy of Corellia followed by his retinue. Ksar Antilles makes his way down off the platform and marches towards the nearest exit.
A Telos shuttle lands at one of the landing platforms. There is silence for a moment as the shuttle powers down and all things are put in order, and then a red-faced and obviously furious man emerges in a Republic Navy uniform, eyes flashing in anger. "Balls!" He announces to the entire area, apparently not caring about the strange looks he gets.
Tuil stops at the sound of this exclamation. He turns suddenly and looks towards the source, his brows furrowed. "Is there trouble?!"
The same curse draws the eyes of Lord Antilles and his men. The Corellian look over his shoulder to one of his lieutenants. "Sounds like one angry spacer to me." The Viceroy laughs but then sees another man looking interested in the angry spacer.
"Trouble?" Announces the man, Petrus Sabbatius of Coruscant. "No, no trouble at all, besides the fact that the officers of the ... the ..." he slows, calming, not wanting to say anything that won't look good on a permanent record. "No trouble. The Officers of the Republic Navy are fine gentlemen, and women!, and would never so much as take a wrong step in a swamp... of ..." he pauses. "Tosser," he says.
Tuil grins at this exclamation and he nods. "I was just recently in the Navy as well before I resigned my commission. I know something about what you say. But you should put aside your anger. It's not very constructive." The padawan spares this man a full lecture that other Jedi might prefer to give.
Antilles and his people stroll by the Republic spacer and the Jedi. From a distance, the Viceroy calls, "don't let that Jedi talk your ear off boy! That one I know well. He's young and he wants to show off at every chance."
"When is anger actually constructive?" Petrus muses, his anger seeming to have calmed slightly. Only then does he notice the man he's talking to is a Jedi, and his interest level seems to immediately rise. He looks over at the Viceroy, a small smile crackig his face. "Show off, huh?" He looks back at Tuil and smiles as invitingly as he can manage. "Those," he says, pointing to the lightsaber around his belt, "Those are just, you know, stunning pieces of equipment. Always wanted to take one apart and..." he scratches his head. "Put one back together, you know." An uncertain pause. "I'm an engineer."
"Each one is custom-made. This one is a loaner. I am still in training." Tuil delivers this little explanation and then looks over at Antilles. "The viceroy here was also my superior briefly when I served in CorSec." The Jedi offers the Corellian a wink.
Ksar approaches the two, his retinue holding back. "Indeed. Though he may not look it, Lindo here actually a pretty man, mind tricks and all."
"That's just fascinating," Petrus says, and there's a decent chance he actually means it. "No one appreciates technology anymore. You know, without us engineers those big ships," he gestures expansively, "they'd just blow themselves apart in the middle of hyperspace ... and don't get me started on hyper-drives. Yet we still get the same lousy pay and the same respect as everyone else." He looks over at Ksar, listening. "Mind tricks?" A faint glitter comes in his eye. "I don't believe in that kind of thing," he admits, perhaps jokingly. "You have some kind of gadget, right? It wouldn't be so hard, I think, some kind of high-powered device that would make you forget something, replace it with something else..."
"I have... the Force." Tuil says this slowly and deliberately with much seriousness, but he also smiles. "Mr. Antilles here thinks Jedi bring him bad luck. So I should be off before I bring him more." The padawan bows and then departs.
Lord Antilles watches Tuil depart with a wistful look before turning back to the spacer. "I must be going as well. Republic business and all that. You take care of yourself spacer. Trouble's brewing out on the Rim and we need every man we can get."
Antilles marches off, his retinue trailing behind him.
"Yeah, I will." He probably won't. "I have to report to my new ship anyway ... which is going out to the Rim." A grimace. He then leaves.
Category:October 2007 RP Logs