2007-10-08 - When Ksar Met Traga

[IC TIME]: 37 years before the events of STAR WARS: Episode IV - A New Hope...
The main spaceport of Coronet occupies a substantial area of land. Situated nearly in the middle of Coronet the space port imposes on the hub of the city surrounding it. Sweeping plains of razorgrass surround the city on all borders. Dense forest borders these plains running smack into the jagged edge of the Corellian coastline - the ocean waves sweeping onto the sandy beachers. The large open landing pad allows for all but the largest of freighters to land on the planet's surface easily.
Around the edges of the spaceport are the individual docking bays - almost always buzzing with activity. At the northern edge of the spaceport is the customs office from which seems to emerge a constant stream of spacers, customs officials, and droids. Well lit, the spaceport sees activity at all hours of the day as raw materials are shipped on and off planet.
Off to the east of the spaceport can be seen a largely industrialized sector of Corellia holding many of the major Corellian corporation offices and ground-based infrastructure. The southern exit from the spaceport leads directly into the bristling Treasure Ship Row - famous for its mixture of alien cultures, bustling bars, and lively events. The western exit leads into the commercial and housing districts on Corellia. Finally, to the north lies an open park and gathering area well kept with trees and trimmed razorgrass.
It is a warm midday in Coronet, dry and clear. Activity at the spaceport has come to a halt since the Navy continues to blockade Corellia. Pilots and technicians stand around and gossip. There are a squad of guards standing next to the Gamma II shuttle. Nearby is a human male leaning against the shuttle itself. The human isn't doing much of anything at the moment besides whistling a tune to himself and looking up at the brilliant blue sky and perhaps to the warships beyond.
A magenta Twi'lek strides across the deck, her black combat boots thumping. She makes her way through the chatting crowds as if with a purpose, but when she reaches the Gamma II, she hesitates and looks around. She spots the human male and makes her way towards him.
"Excuse me, but you look like a kind I could talk to. All these other uniforms make me nervous. Care for a chat?"
Ksar's gaze turns towards the voice that has spoken to him. A smile crosses the Corellian's face as he appraises the Twi'lek in front of him.
"A chat with an attractive female, always. What is your name my dear and what are you doing on Corellia during these... interesting times?"
Traga raises her eyebrows at the appraising comment, but more in amusement than offense.
"The name's Traga. I just touched down on this planet a few days ago looking for a change of scenery, only to find that it's a madhouse. So now I'm just looking for some information on what's eating everyone. Think you can help me?"
The Corellian's face contorts into a frown. "It is very bad business here on Corellia. The Mantellians have decided they dislike being controlled by Corellia and have resorted to bombs to terrorize my planet. But it is a pleasant day and the company is pleasant as well. Traga? I am Ksar Antilles. It is a pleasure." The Corellian smiles again with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Nice to meet you" she says, holding out her hand. "And I'm sorry to hear that. Who are the Mantellians?"
Ksar takes the female's hand and raises it to meet his lips. After giving it a soft kiss, he releases it. "Ord Mantell is a Corellian colony from long ago. They've had a measure of self-rule I think, but I guess that is not good enough for them."
Traga glares at him and brings both hands to her hips. "I think I can relate to this Ord Mantell fellow. Maybe the Corellians got too cocky."
The Corellian tips his head back as he laughs. "Where would the Galaxy be without a few cocky Corellians to make things interesting!" Ksar composes himself and smiles again. "Your pardon Traga. Beautiful females always make me a bit bold."
Traga says, "I understand your kind, Ksar, so I'll accept your pardon. But I stand by the saying that the most beautiful females are also the most dangerous."
One of Ksar's security men approaches and whispers something in the Corellian's ear. Ksar grunts in acknowledgement before waving the man away. He turns to Traga with a sad smile. "One of my contacts in the city is requesting a meeting. Says he has some information about the Mantellians. I must be off."
The Corellian bows deeply to the Twi'lek. "It has been a pleasure Traga. I am a man of some influence on Corellia. If you need anything during your stay, don't hesitate to contact me." Ksar gives a last head bow and then departs with his men in tow.
Category:October 2007 RP Logs