2007-10-06 - Corellia on Edge

Corellia: Coronet Spaceport
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.
WARNING: You detect a bomb!
WARNING: You have detected a bomb in Corellia: Coronet Spaceport.Type: Small Bomb.Concealment: Concealed poorly.Timed to explode in: 59m 10s.Difficulty to disarm: Highly complex.
You try to disarm the bomb in this room ...
WARNING: Ksar attempts to defuse a bomb ...Uh-oh! That doesn't look good!
WARNING: Amalfiel attempts to defuse a bomb ...Uh-oh! That doesn't look good!
"Keep at it, runt," Ksar says calmly.
WARNING: Amalfiel attempts to defuse a bomb ...Success! The bomb is disarmed!
Ksar slaps Amalfiel on the back. "You, sir, are a genius. Let me buy a glass of Corellian whiskey."
Amalfiel looks a little pale. "Very strange ... it must be gangsters. That was a lousy excuse for a bomb, though ... not a very dangerous one ... but someone set it in the spaceport!"
"That Jedi said bad things were going to happen. I believe him now."
Amalfiel smiles a bit shakily. "Yes, well--in that case, this is only the beginning."
Amalfiel says, "So, about that drink ..."
Ksar takes Amalfiel by the arm. "Lets go find one if you're ready."
Amalfiel nods his head north. "I hear they have a good lum garden in Corell Park," he says. "Has the Jedi made any progress yet? Any more information on that pirate?"
The Corellian nods his head 'no' solemnly. "There has not been any word on the investigation since the team was last together. And I have not seen anyone besides you since the explosion at CEC. It worries me."
Amalfiel looks much worried as he moves north, toward Corell Park. "All I could ascertain," he says, "is that there's a pirate named Pavaan Hor who's been boasting in a bunch of space-station bars that he's got a big job on Corellia."
Walking with the Mantellian, Ksar replies: "all my contacts on Corellia say something big is happening, but no one knows what or who's behind it. It has to be coming from off-world."
Amalfiel nods, pursing his lips. After a while, he says, "One of my contacts had a strange piece of information. He said that there was a member of the Antilles family who was in danger, but refused to say more."
The Corellian's brow goes up. "Indeed! Antilles is such common name in the Core these days. It's hard to keep track of who one is and isn't related to. Could be a member of my family. Could be someone I've never laid eyes on before. I'll have to ask around."
Amalfiel shrugs, slowing down a bit as they near the gates of Corell Park. "Maybe it was you yourself," he says. "Can you think of any reason anyone might have to dislike you?"
The Corellian gives his friend a wry smile. "Well now... I do have certain... ambitions I'm working towards here on Corellia. But I have not told anyone besides my closest people."
Amalfiel says, "They say Jedi can read minds ... who knows? I've heard that at least the Corellian Antilles family is quite wealthy--maybe someone wants to kidnap you for ransom."
"My wealth and interests are no secret, that is true. But how does that tie in with all else that is happening. We must consult with the others, after our drink of course." The Corellian smiles again and walks a bit faster.
Corellia: Government Building
Amalfiel looks around the grandiose government building with a combination of Mantellian's sneer and genuine awe. "Must have gotten a great deal on marble columns ... wouldya look at the size of that dome." A bitter little chuckle. "Say, Ksar, where do you stand on Mantell?"
Amalfiel says, "Hypothetically. If you were Viceroy."
Ksar looks around, a bit in awe. He whistles. "Always impresses me, though I've been here more than a few times." The Corellian turns to face the Mantellian. "Corellia is Corellia. Mantell is Mantell."
Amalfiel snickers. "You've got evasion down pat. That's for sure."
"One must always practice for every eventuality." Ksar smiles again.
Amalfiel shrugs. "Indeed. Well, no reason to let politics spoil a good drink ... or the vision of such splendid architecture!" He shakes his head so that his locks and braids go flying haphazardly about, then turns an about-face and moves toward the exit, pausing only to closely inspect a historic tablet inscribed with names. "Oh, look! My twenty-fourth-degree grandfather, the Thirty-Eighth Viceroy of Mantell."
"You must be very proud. We'll hoist a toast to him." Ksar starts to move off back towards the Park. "Coming?"
Amalfiel lingers for a moment, then nods and follows Ksar out. "Oh, we're a very remarkably well-bred family; we have Alderaanian and Vanixian nobility in our bloodline. So, which lum is best?"
Corellia: Corell Park
A massive open air park in the midst of the urban center of Coronet. A walkway wraps around the entire outside of the park - this man-made creation reining in this expanse of nature. Winding pathways work their way through the trimmed razorgrass park allowing for simple walks or for any other use. Benches rest here and there throughout the park and a fountain is its crowning centerpiece. Sprouting water high into the air the large fountain caps and already beautiful park.
A small stream is allowed to run through the park, cutting its own lazy path through the earth of Corellia. A small bridge crosses comfortably the short expanse of the creek, allowing for an easy and dry crossing. Hearty trees lend their leaves to grant shade to the park, helping to keep it cool even in the warmest of weather. With a crisp breeze the park rustles like an animal in a cage just wanting to escape from its confined borders.
The sounds of the moving creek add a touch of serenity to the park with the water twisting, turning, and dropping over small rocks and stones. At the northern end of the massive park stands the Corellian Government Building towering above the natural beauty of Corell Park with its own man-made beauty. Steps cascade down from the entrance of the government building, ending not but ten meters from the park itself. Just to the northwest of the government building can be seen an entrance way leading to a private landing pad most commonly used by government officials and other VIPs. And to the northeast sits a magnificent hotel with its own restaurant on the first floor.
"Its been awhile since I've known my lums. Most of the time I'm happy to just to say 'lum' and take what they give me. Where's the place you mentioned?" Ksar looks around at the Park's establishments.
Amalfiel points at a stall selling foamy green lum. It's an upscale sort of establishment, a very pretty little cart with gold trim and a late-model repulsorlift stabilizer keeping it floating a few inches off the grass. "That one," he says.
Ksar approaches the cart. The cart's tender greets the Corellian with a wave and a smile. "Greetings gentlebeing, would you care for a drink this fine day? We sell only the best lum in the Galaxy!"
Ksar holds up two fingers.
Amalfiel idly combs his hair as he waits for his lum, scanning the trees with an idle eye. "It'd be horrible if someone ever put a bomb here," he says.
"Perhaps such a person would deserve their face burned off by a blaster," Ksar says as he takes the lums from the tender and passes his credit chip over the scanner.
The tender smiles again. "Thank you, gentlebeings. Have a nice day."
"Here's your lum," Ksar says.
Amalfiel nods in evident agreement, and starts moving toward an open-air forum where local news is broadcast. Even from this distance, it's clear that the holoscreens are broadcasting about the CEC "accident"; someone is saying something about an antimatter leak.
"The official line," Ksar says pointing to the screen. Ksar takes a swig of his green lum. He frowns as the liquid goes down. "Whoooo! It burns but its great. How's yours?"
Amalfiel sips his lum, getting foam all over his lip. He licks it off and laughs. "It's very good."
"... and in other news," says the holoreporter, "self-styled Senator Lask Daving of Mantell has been moved from Maximum Security to 24-Hour Quarantine Total Security. CorSec says that this is a routine move in the works for some time, and has nothing to do with the industrial accident. Special Prosecutor Vakk Tarian says he will seek the death penalty for Daving's arrogant sedition. If Prosecutor Tarian succeeds, it will prove the maxim that in Corellia, virtue always triumphs ..."
Amalfiel's knuckles are white on his lum cup.
"Bad business, that is." Ksar shakes his head and then finishes his lum. "We'll have to toast your ancestor another time. I need to get back to the space port, check on a few things. What about you?"
Amalfiel shrugs. "I'll swing by the ships in a bit," he says. "First I think I'll do some shopping around for more information on the accident. It's weird that they're covering it up--even I could tell it was a bomb. And what with the crude device in the spaceport ... I think we're looking at a serious danger here."
"I'll you leave you to it then. Take care and watch your back." Ksar tosses the container his lum came in onto the ground. A trash droid appears out of nowhere and gathers it up before disappearing.
Amalfiel says, "You too. Watch yourself. Force be with you."
Category:October 2007 RP Logs