Post by Bobbi on Aug 24, 2011 8:22:08 GMT -5
It had been a couple days since Solomon had spoken to Thira. He'd taken off, but he hadn't gone too far off world. There were some meetings that he had to take care of, some cracks of data he had to follow that he didn't trust doing on world. But his time away was short, and soon he was back on world. All in all, he'd been gone a day, perhaps two.
Disappearing for a day or two here or there was fairly common among mandalorians, and so Sol's absence wasn't unnoticed, but wasn't worried over. When he returned, most of the people he would have had to do business with greeted him "Hey, you're still alive!" Which was a fairly common Mando greeting. Ker'dan had been busy on his own as well. He'd begun retrofitting a small fighter carrier for use as a forward operations staging unit to be left on the edge of the unknown region. He would oversee the intel gathering mission from there.
Those he'd have to interact with would get a smile, a nod, and a simple "As are you!", his business would be concluded with them, and he'd be on his way. There weren't many people that he'd have to stop and chat with, but he was growing more comfortable with being in Keldabe. The more his face was seen, the friendlier people became, the more they knew him, the less likely they'd be to throw him, or his nephew under the rancor. He hadn't come back with much, but what he did have in hand was a datapad that contained all the information he'd gathered on their current objective. Thats why he sought out Ker'dan. If they were working together on this, then it was only right that he share what he's learned.
"Su Cuy'gar" Ker'dan said almost non chalantly as Sol appeared. "Good hunting, I assume?" He was finalizing payment on the new ship, though that was only a formality since he had a majority holding in Mandal Motors. The schematics were playing out across several screens in his office, showing deck plans, armorment, and the like.
"Hardly," Sol stated with a small frown. For just the briefest of moments the specs and blue prints caught his attention, but that moment passed swiftly. Turning, the frown disappeared, and he offered Ker'dan a smile. "But, I dug up enough to know that I'm going to have to get my hands dirty on this one." He moved into the office further and set the datapad down on Ker'dan's desk. "Its all superficial, but its all there. The typical publicity stuff -- faux glory, and pomp."
Ker'dan nodded, looking the info over. "Hiding in plain site." He agreed. "Brash, but there still may be a trail for us to follow. What did you have in mind?" Though Ker thought he knew...
"I have two ways I can do this. First I can hack into their communications, and hopefully get something that way -- perhaps wind up with more names to research. The second is I can get in there, personally, and retrieve the intelegence. The second is going to be the tougher of the two. The Chiss have masters at detecting deception."
Ker'dan nodded. "I thought you'd say that." He grinned. "I saved a spot on one of our crews for you. If you're getting your hands dirty, might as well get all the way into the mudd. Our edge will have to be technical, at least at first." He motioned to the schematics. "We'll have a forward staging area that's mobile, and we're outfitting three small landers with the most advanced stealth tech we can find now. You'll head up one of three crews, if you want the job."
Nodding, Solomon took a closer look at the schematics. Good thing he put Sadhric to work on that Force dampener. "I've already got my systems working on infiltrating their comms. I'll see if I can't get us any more names. One may be enough, but if this conspiracy goes as far as Thira is thinking, we're going to need more evidence than just the plans of one man."
"I think we should focus on Tzan for now, gather intel and proof as we can, then mount more missions as we get names." He clapped Sol on the shoulder. "Simple plans have a way of getting done without getting me killed. Besides, we have a mobile platform to launch covert ops from now.."
"Its all just a back-up plan incase something happens to me." He offered, turning back toward Ker'dan. "The digital digging will be there until they find my ship and dispose of it. By then, the information will have been routed to your systems, and you'd have fair warning of what's going to happen -- but that's all if something happens to me."
"You've proven capable thus far, and with three or four of our knuckle heads behind you you'll be fine."
"I've no doubt about that. Which brings up another point of interest. If I'm going in there with a group of your men, I'm going to have to look like I belong there. I'd stick out like a sore thumb waving the Jedi banner."
Ker'dan grinned. "You prepared to earn the armor, then?"
His eyebrows went up at that, but he nodded. "I can't pass up a good challenge."
"Good." He said. "Meet me at the training circle in an hour, we'll get you sorted out quick enough. In the mean time, record your measurements for the blacksmith." Ker'dan produced a small data chit and slid it across the desk toward Sol. "Also, you may want to brush up on your Mando'a. We use it on tac channels, instead of basic, because it's harder to crack."
Sol nodded as he reached out for the chit. "Anyone in particular I should see about the language?" He knew for a fact that there wasn't a compendium of it just lurking somewhere. He'd already tried to find translations via his digital know-how.
"We all speak it." He shrugged. "Easiest way is to just stop speaking Basic for a few days. There is a tradition of teaching it to new recruits and children, but seeing as we are on a time table you're going to have to pick it up on the run. However, I don't get the feeling it'll hold you back too much."
"So, then, if that's the case -- how do you say "See you later"?" He was wearing a grin. Best to get this underway, because Ker'dan was right. They were on a time table.
"Closest we have is 'Ret'urcye mhi'." He said. "Means 'Might see you later, might not.'
"Retercie mhi." He tried it, his Corellian accent getting in the way. With a frown, he took note of it. "Going to have to work on the accent, too...."
"Don't worry about." Ker grinned. "Barvs you speak to will get the general idea..."
Disappearing for a day or two here or there was fairly common among mandalorians, and so Sol's absence wasn't unnoticed, but wasn't worried over. When he returned, most of the people he would have had to do business with greeted him "Hey, you're still alive!" Which was a fairly common Mando greeting. Ker'dan had been busy on his own as well. He'd begun retrofitting a small fighter carrier for use as a forward operations staging unit to be left on the edge of the unknown region. He would oversee the intel gathering mission from there.
Those he'd have to interact with would get a smile, a nod, and a simple "As are you!", his business would be concluded with them, and he'd be on his way. There weren't many people that he'd have to stop and chat with, but he was growing more comfortable with being in Keldabe. The more his face was seen, the friendlier people became, the more they knew him, the less likely they'd be to throw him, or his nephew under the rancor. He hadn't come back with much, but what he did have in hand was a datapad that contained all the information he'd gathered on their current objective. Thats why he sought out Ker'dan. If they were working together on this, then it was only right that he share what he's learned.
"Su Cuy'gar" Ker'dan said almost non chalantly as Sol appeared. "Good hunting, I assume?" He was finalizing payment on the new ship, though that was only a formality since he had a majority holding in Mandal Motors. The schematics were playing out across several screens in his office, showing deck plans, armorment, and the like.
"Hardly," Sol stated with a small frown. For just the briefest of moments the specs and blue prints caught his attention, but that moment passed swiftly. Turning, the frown disappeared, and he offered Ker'dan a smile. "But, I dug up enough to know that I'm going to have to get my hands dirty on this one." He moved into the office further and set the datapad down on Ker'dan's desk. "Its all superficial, but its all there. The typical publicity stuff -- faux glory, and pomp."
Ker'dan nodded, looking the info over. "Hiding in plain site." He agreed. "Brash, but there still may be a trail for us to follow. What did you have in mind?" Though Ker thought he knew...
"I have two ways I can do this. First I can hack into their communications, and hopefully get something that way -- perhaps wind up with more names to research. The second is I can get in there, personally, and retrieve the intelegence. The second is going to be the tougher of the two. The Chiss have masters at detecting deception."
Ker'dan nodded. "I thought you'd say that." He grinned. "I saved a spot on one of our crews for you. If you're getting your hands dirty, might as well get all the way into the mudd. Our edge will have to be technical, at least at first." He motioned to the schematics. "We'll have a forward staging area that's mobile, and we're outfitting three small landers with the most advanced stealth tech we can find now. You'll head up one of three crews, if you want the job."
Nodding, Solomon took a closer look at the schematics. Good thing he put Sadhric to work on that Force dampener. "I've already got my systems working on infiltrating their comms. I'll see if I can't get us any more names. One may be enough, but if this conspiracy goes as far as Thira is thinking, we're going to need more evidence than just the plans of one man."
"I think we should focus on Tzan for now, gather intel and proof as we can, then mount more missions as we get names." He clapped Sol on the shoulder. "Simple plans have a way of getting done without getting me killed. Besides, we have a mobile platform to launch covert ops from now.."
"Its all just a back-up plan incase something happens to me." He offered, turning back toward Ker'dan. "The digital digging will be there until they find my ship and dispose of it. By then, the information will have been routed to your systems, and you'd have fair warning of what's going to happen -- but that's all if something happens to me."
"You've proven capable thus far, and with three or four of our knuckle heads behind you you'll be fine."
"I've no doubt about that. Which brings up another point of interest. If I'm going in there with a group of your men, I'm going to have to look like I belong there. I'd stick out like a sore thumb waving the Jedi banner."
Ker'dan grinned. "You prepared to earn the armor, then?"
His eyebrows went up at that, but he nodded. "I can't pass up a good challenge."
"Good." He said. "Meet me at the training circle in an hour, we'll get you sorted out quick enough. In the mean time, record your measurements for the blacksmith." Ker'dan produced a small data chit and slid it across the desk toward Sol. "Also, you may want to brush up on your Mando'a. We use it on tac channels, instead of basic, because it's harder to crack."
Sol nodded as he reached out for the chit. "Anyone in particular I should see about the language?" He knew for a fact that there wasn't a compendium of it just lurking somewhere. He'd already tried to find translations via his digital know-how.
"We all speak it." He shrugged. "Easiest way is to just stop speaking Basic for a few days. There is a tradition of teaching it to new recruits and children, but seeing as we are on a time table you're going to have to pick it up on the run. However, I don't get the feeling it'll hold you back too much."
"So, then, if that's the case -- how do you say "See you later"?" He was wearing a grin. Best to get this underway, because Ker'dan was right. They were on a time table.
"Closest we have is 'Ret'urcye mhi'." He said. "Means 'Might see you later, might not.'
"Retercie mhi." He tried it, his Corellian accent getting in the way. With a frown, he took note of it. "Going to have to work on the accent, too...."
"Don't worry about." Ker grinned. "Barvs you speak to will get the general idea..."
