Al'verde patted Wes on the shoulder "Hey there vod, just Udesii, she had no idea." As he watched Wes turn and walk he shrugged his shoulders before looking at Jakira "Think you take the edge off him. He's been in a bad mood for a while now. I'm guess he woke up on the wrong side of the bed." he paused and realized that he had not given his name "Oh I am Al'verde Verd'yc mandalorian for hire. If you need something fixed, piloted, shot, or just taken care of I'm the man for the job." he said holding out his hand.

As he looked at the speeder he sighed Are we really riding in the rust bucket? The floor my just fall out from under me with my weight he thought as his helmet hid the discuss on his face. He looked around a bit looking for something. "I'll be right back." he said as he walked off looking around the Bazaar there has to be something better than that rust bucket around here. Maybe there's a cheep bike I can find and fix up he though with a smile as he begal scouting out the area looking for a some place to buy a speeder.

Jakira's pretty face is alight with confusion as Wes makes his statement. "You were in sleep in what?" she asks in confusion to his back as he walks away. Her thoughts are interrupted by Al'verde as he holds out his hand in introduction. Taking it, her slim hands are enveloped by the Mandalorian's gloved hands. "Charmed. Doctor Jakira." she says, her attention still focused on Wes's retreating form.
As Al'verde leaves she approaches Oraltor and pulls him to the side. With her hands on her hips in a no nonsense manner, she asks "What is going on? I want an answer Oraltor! You disappear for months on end, with only a vague explanation and you bring home..... this." The last word she indicates in exaggerted movements the crew and passengers of the No Chance and the crate.

Thunner spends a long time squinting up at the Feeorin, mumbling a few choice obscenities under his breath. Suddenly he drains the dregs from each of his mugs, slams them on the tabletop, and and then grips Kurr's hand tightly.

"Fine, fine you ol' treacherous Gundark! An even 20 it is, and you can't ever say Thunner ain't a generous soul!"

The Besalisk squeezes his girth from out of the cramped little booth as he ambles to his feet, motioning for Kurr to follow him.

"I've got some more of the particulars back at ma shop. Follow me, and afterwords I can get ya goods loaded."

After straightening the fit of his overalls, Thunner turns and swaggers out of the cantina, hastily scrabbling through the atrium towards the bazaar.

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Al'verde is also almost overwhelmed as a deluge of sites, sounds, and the most cloyingly smells, assails his senses as he enters the Bazaar. Goods and services from around the galaxy are on display, and more prominently those indigenous offerings that only the natives of Solsis VII know how to cultivate.

The Mandalorian has no trouble finding Thunner's Bazaar, and is quickly confronted by the same pair of droids that blockaded his brother-in-arms a moment ago. The protocol droids are more than happy to show him the various electronic wares for sale, and with some prompting Al'verde finds himself lead out a back door of the mechanics shop and into a speeder lot/junkyard that stretches nearly one hundred meters. Only a scant few patches of the lot are covered like the rest of the spaceport, so thick sheets of torrential rain pour in through the the tree canopy overhead, making it difficult to fully assess the quality of the vehicle offerings on display.

But one speeder bike in particular catches the mercenary's eye: An old Ikas-Adno 22-B Nightfalcon, limited edition with black powder coat finish and red-striping. The bike was an antique, but rested under one of the few spaces protected from a majority of the rain. Although the weapon emplacement has been stripped and the steering linkage appears loose, the repulsorlift assembly appears in working order and the frame is still strong after all these years.

"What do you think sir? And it is certainly a great deal at the sales price of 2,750 credits, Imperial Standard. We also offer a tremendous financing program at agreeable interest rates!"

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"I am sorry doctor, I did not bring any presents back for you on this trip, but I simply must tell you about everything we've been through!"

Oraltor opens the door to one of the speeders and slides in. After the remaining party filters into the two vehicles, they speed away from the starport and you all (with the exception of maybe Jakira) are left wondering just what it takes precisely to receive one's speeder license on Solsis VII, because it becomes quickly apparent that passenger safety and appreciable avoidance of collisions are decidedly not on the list.

The further you get away from the port, the sooner you leave behind hastily fabricated roads and embark upon highways crafted from the natural weave and intermingling of Solsis VII's dizzying jungle canopy. Flowers of unfathomable variety dangling from dew-dripped vine stalks, putting the few specimens in the well-manicured atrium to shame with their wild and natural beauty. A savage harmony from all manner of beast provides an ambient chorus as the landspeeders continue to wind their way through the jungle maze, and far above multiple insects can be seen buzzing to and fro. The hex-patterned wings of the bugs are perhaps the most striking feature of the whole forest scene: pearlescent gold at first glimpse, as the sparse shafts of light from the Solsian suns filters through the rain-thickened canopy, the wings ignite in color and shift through a spectrum of color, coating the surrounding leaf color in a prism of light.

With the mesmerizing light show performed by the Solsian indigenous flora and fauna, those in the landspeeders barely notice when they arrive before a structure out in the wilderness, the drivers bringing the vehicles to a halt with an abrupt and unceremonious stop.

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Jakira's hospital has been setup in the remains of a rehabilitated Hobben temple. While the hospital retains much of its form as an ancient ziggurat, modern plasticrete replaces crumbling stone and mortar while transparisteel framing reinforces the aging Solsian Deepwood bones of the structure. Completing the fusion of the classic and the modern is a repelling barrier made up of ancient Hobben remedies and contemporary pest-shooing methods made to keep all but the most tenacious of vermin away from the hospital grounds.

Hanging garden's and well kept lawns dot the temple's flattened surfaces, while crowning the ziggurat's plateaued roof is a decidedly modernized manor. The Hobben can be seen all over the estate, attending to the grounds, walking the infirm on their road to recovery, and generally carrying out the day-to-day operation of a well-run hospital.

Amazing how much real estate big-city credits can get you on a backwater world.

As the landspeeders approach, Wes can see that those Hobben milling about the front of the property appear to become more tense and alert, but as the landspeeders pass and the Hobben taxi drivers flash the sentries an appropriate series of signals, the mood relaxes and the ashen guardsmen return to their work. When the speeders finally arrive at the Hospital entrance, a small procession of Hobben greets them, with most of the crowd comprised of local healers and patients looking to greet the good doctor.

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Standing out amidst the throng is a human male of average height, with a rich brown complexion, close-cut dark hair and dark brown eyes. Slung over one shoulder is a well-worn fringers jacket, while in his hands is a gardening apparatus of some sort. His expression is fairly unreadable, but judging by the sheen of perspiration coating his brow and the tool in his hand, he had been helping out with the hospital's busy work a moment before the group arrives.

((SPECIAL All right gang, lets welcome my brother Jay into the mix. His character is now active and fully playable. Have fun, and good luck... You're going to need it. ))

Kurr grinned. "Ahh, ya tubby spice hound, gud t' see yer still a man o' good creds, eh?" Holding back a chuckle as his friend pried himself from his seat, the pirate nodded in agreement when it came to the business end. After all, this wasn't Kurr's first business dealing, and he was itching to get back to his ship. As he walked through the bazaar, the feeorin's artificial eye clicked and whirred as he looked over the crowd. In all honesty, he was just waiting for something to happen and kept a hand on his gun as if anticipating a turn of fortune ...

Just trying to stay aware and at the ready while he walks through the streets.

((HEY JAY! Welcome to the asylum! ))

In an attempt to keep a good humor with her Ithorian friend she refrains from bombarding the usually rather talkative Jedi with questions about his trip. Instead she to slides into the speeder with her friend and holds on with practiced ease as the Hobben driver takes them to their destination. She keeps up a steady stream of good humored babble, updating her friend on what's been happening since he had left.

"You won't find the hospital much changed. A bit fuller, though, with how the Hobben have been treated by our Imperial "hosts" it's not too surprising. A large percentage seem to have taken up refuge there." She gives a delicate shrug and smiles at Oraltor. "It's nice to see the place so lively. Of course all the patients and guests have put a strain on our resources, but we've been managing well enough. That blasted governor seems to take some pleasure in sending me only the minimal amount of supplies I request. I've had to resort to local remedies , some of them have actually proven quite effective." She babbles on talking of this and that and then stops for a bit as she almost gets tossed from the speeder when the Hobben driver takes a turn too quickly. Growing quiet for the tail end of the ride, she takes in the scenery away from the "civilized" portion of the Solsis jungle.

Leaving the transport behind, Jakira approaches the milling Hobben. Speaking words of encouragement and asking after her patients well being; she has a kind word to give each of them in their own tongue. Stopping to speak to one Hobben in particular, a young woman, she begins giving her a set of instructions. "Please have guest rooms up in the manor made up, Litasha. Also make sure, friend Oraltor's room is aired. And be a dear and see what can be cooked up for a feast tonight." Glancing back at Wes, her lips purse obviously not having forgotten about him. "I'll also need an exam room prepared."

Jakira had been making her way toward the human male as she spoke, the young Hobben woman taking down small notes on a datapad she carries. Reaching up she gives him a kiss on a check in greeting. "Jareth! Back already and recruited to work. Hope your latest venture proved enlightening." Turning back to the young woman she dismisses her with a 'thank you' and looks back to Jareth for a response.

Al'verde looked at the bike and smiled. He didn't answer the droid as he walked over to the bike and ran his hand over the body. He circled the bike almost like a predator circling its pray. He knelt down and inspected the repulsorlift assembly and other mechanical working of the bike. As he stood brushed the dust off his armor he took a deep breath "Well seeing as how the weapons system has been striped, the steering linkage appears to be loose I think 2,750 is a little high. I think you can take a little off the top there. How about I give you 2,000 right here and now to take it off your hands. It's my only offer, besides if you let me have it for 2,000 I'll be sure to let the rest of my team know where I got this bike. I'm sure a few, if not most of them, would be willing to take a look." As he spoke he crossed hie arms and leaned back slightly watching the droid.

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The young man barely had enough time to pause and wipe the sweat from his brow before the attractive Zeltron kissed him. With cheeks rapidly turning red, Jareth carefully placed the gardening tool on the ground before speaking. "It went well, for what it's worth. Nothing really to note besides the occasional exotic bird flying overhead. I see you've brought back a few guests" Slowly he glanced over the group but not before taking a sip of water from his canteen.

"Jareth Henaru. Traveler, and explorer-for-hire. My journey has recently brought me to this beautiful planet, but I fear I shall just be passing through. Unless I have extra incentive to stay of course" The scout rubbed his stomach, then looked back to Jakira before rubbing his stomach once more with a grin. "How did your visit with the governor turn out?"

Wes entered the cab and took a seat across from the female Zeltron. He was still exhausted. Despite being tired he found himself looking at the attractive female before him. He leaned into the side of the cab where he sat positioning himself so he didn't get rocked around by what passes for a driver of the vehicle. At least if we crash I'm wearing my armor. Would suck to be the others back here tough. He found a little humor from his thoughts but suppressed a laugh. As the others began to talk he sat there thankful for his helmet as his eyes began to close he found a restless slumber. Either a voice would be raised or the cab would jerk violently at rustle him back to consciousness.

When the speeder came to a abrupt stop Wes shifted and looked out. It wasn't much to look upon at first glance. Getting out of the vehicle he took notice of his surroundings. His Mando training came into play. People, places, defensible positions as well as places that could be trouble. Now that he had a chance to look around the grounds actually looked nice. It was such a stark contrast to what he had experienced during the Vong war. The Vong's terraforming technique was brutal to the previously existing ecosystem. A smile broke the otherwise stoic expression that he had been wearing since he basically woke up back on the wheel.

His audio receptors picked up Jakira talking. She was having things made ready for them. Rooms and food. That may mean a real meal and a bed. He thought to himself.

He saw Jakira glance to him her lips purse as if in thought. "I'll also need an exam room prepared."

The smile continued. "Your the Doctor. Al said you would see to it that I got checked out. I guess I didn't realize you would be the one doing the checking." He said as he watched her give a kiss to a one of the gardeners who introduced himself as Jareth Henaru.

The Mando nodded "Wes Del-Fin"

He turned from Jareth to Jakira as he wasn't particularly interested in making friends at that moment. He wanted to be checked out and feed his stomach with some real food that wasn't ships rations. "Well Jakira where's that exam room. I've been in a suspended state for a hundred years give or take a few. Getting checked over might be a good idea followed with some of that food you mentioned."

He let the carbine hang from its shoulder strap as he reached up and grabbed his helmet. With a twist he removed it and tucked it under his left arm. With it off those that didn't see him in his birthday suit before saw his face. A younger face with short light brown hair and a few days worth of stubble lined his face. Dark brown eyes, that were bright but weary, looked around and saw the faces of those that were near.

"I feel terrible."

Jakira turns her attention to Wes as he approaches and introduces himself. When he removes his helmet, she gets her first real look at him. Smiling kindly at Wes, she resisted the urge to say he looked as bad as he probably felt. "Yes, of course." She glances around for Litasha, realizes the young woman most likely went to see about preparations so instead motions over one of the other healers. "Would you please show Mr. Del-Fin to an exam room," she says to the Hobben healer and then turns back to Wes. "I'll be there shortly."

As Wes is lead off she turns back to Jareth and the others. "You know you're always welcome here Jareth. And if a good meal and a warm bed isn't enough to keep you hear, I'm sure I can think of something," she says with a wink and wry smile. To the others she adds, "Please make yourselves comfortable. Rooms should be made ready shortly. Would you mind giving them a tour, Jareth dear?" Not waiting for any response she reaches up again to give him a kiss on the cheek in thanks and heads off after Wes and the healer with a soft lighthearted giggle.

Kurr accompanies Thunner back to the besalisk's shop unmolested, but the desperation in the air is almost palpable. Evidence of the Sith Empire's heavy hand is everywhere, and the Hobben that the pirate comes across look like a proud, wild people straining under an oppressive yoke.

When they arrive at the shop, Kurr is finally assailed, but this time by the sights and sounds of a garish advertising campaign run amuck as the droids leap into his path selling him things. They part to allow Thunner to pass untouched, but quickly regroup around the Feeorin until he is deep in the store and has sufficiently swatted them out of the way.

As the pirate follows Thunner to the store's back offices, out of the corner of his eye he catches site of someone through one of the store's side doors: a tall, armored figure that appears to be arguing with another sales droid. After a bit of focusing with his mechanical eye, Kurr can make the figure out as Al'verde, one of the comrades that had accompanied him in their escape from the Wheel.

Thunner holds the door open for Kurr and then locks it behind the pirate. The furnishings are fairly lavish, although its nearly impossible to tell under the mounds of clutter. Piles of flimsiplast, datapads, contracts and the like are scattered throughout the office, which the Besalisk constantly rearranges with his girth as he shuffles through the confined space. Making his way over to his desk, he rifles through a stack of datapads before he gets to the one he's lucking for and tosses it to Kurr.

"Contact is on Rathalay in the Mid-Rim, goes by the name Silk. Drop off the payload, get yer creds, maybe get some mo' work, and we'll all be rich eh?"

The Besalisk then hunkers down behind his desk, and what follows is a series of clicks, whistles, and beeps that would lead the Feeorin to believe that Thunner has more security on his personal safe than the First Galactic Bank on Coruscant. A credit chit comes flying over the desk towards the pirate, and a quick scan shows it is for the full five grand.

Thunner's as good as his word.

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"I am sorry sentient, I am not allowed to haggle or barter the prices of our goods or services. Such is at the discretion of our establishment's owner, Thunner. Ah, and it appears you are in good fortune, for the master has returned."

Following the line of the protocol droid's silvered arm, Al'verde can see a squat Besalisk being tailed by a tall Feeorin through the door leading back into the shop. The Besalisk is unfamiliar, although the Mandalorian remembers him hugging the pirate back in the starport. The Feeorin is, of course, Kurr, and the both of them soon disappear out of sight deeper into the store's recesses.

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"Yes Doctor."

The response from the Hobben woman is lilting and accented, although the Basic is fluid enough and very understandable. Litasha sweeps back into the hospital, gesturing to various attendants along the way and issuing Jakira's requests. Oraltor hops out of the taxi and appropriates a few of the labors in the area to help him secure the casket-in-a-crate, and carry into the hospital's depths.

The interior of the hospital is just as much a synthesis of Hobben styling and contemporary galactic structure as many of the hospital's design takes cues from the ancient ziggurat structure, but the latest in technology adorns every room. A cheerful, attractive young Hobben woman mans the greeting desk at the front and an examination room is quickly made ready for Wes.

Oraltor detours, and following him takes you to a large storage area full of medical supplies and other necessary reserves. The Ithorian begs for everyone to halt, and then disappears around a tall stack of portal med-beds. Shortly afterwards, a grating noise, like stone-on-stone can be heard, and a faint rumbling in the stone felt, and then Oraltor reappears and beckons for those accompanying him to follow. Rehn is almost attached to the Ithorian's hip, and Nestil looms behind him like a shadow as they follow the Jedi down into a recessed passageway that was not visible before.

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Jakira's house on top of the ziggurat is the quintessential luxurious country villa, with rich marble columns, gorgeous hanging gardens, and the latest in modern appliance. There are five fully furnished rooms, each with its own refresher unit, and a sixth master bedroom complete with its own multi-person jacuzzi tub. All of the bedrooms center around a cozy, and plushly-furnished hearth room, while off the back of the communal room is a large kitchen with gourmet appointments.

With the doctor returning, the cook fires are in full swing and a savory aroma wafts from the kitchen, spicy and decadent.

((Special Those of you at the hospital, choose where you're a going to go and respond accordingly. :D))

Kurr grins as he takes the credit chit and slides it smoothly into his pocket. "Well, I'll say this, yer a rancor after me own heart, Thunner ol' friend. I'll tell ye what, next time I be in town, we'll have t' catch up more over sum drinks. Oh, by th' by ... that boyo out there in th' armor, he's one o' me mates. If ya find it in ya t' help th' lad out ... I'd appreciate it. 'Sides, whatever he's lookin' at may come in handy, eh?" He gives the besalisk a hearty grin, one that easily says 'trust me' as only one scoundrel to another could. "I'll b' checkin' in th' cargo when I get in, Thunner ... we'll b' speakin' soon." With that, the feeorin headed to his ship ...

Just in case, trying another Persuasion (untrained) +2

Jakira is as good as her word. Not keeping her patient waiting long, she knocks on the door to the room before entering. Her usual attire is covered by a clean white wrap around smock which comes down to her knees and is cinched at the waist. Now in "doctor mode" her expression is more serious, her lighthearted attitude transposed by her ethics for her profession and passion. Carried in her hand is her usual tool, the medisensor.

Shutting the door behind her, she gives him a small smile. "Now then, you've mentioned you were in hibernation.." she says, getting right down to business. Approaching him, she sweeps the device over Wes to collect a summary of his vital signs and gain an idea on his current condition. "How long ago did you awaken and how long were you in hibernation?" Giving him a moment to answer she glances at the readouts. She then asks, "What sort of symptoms have you been experiencing? Any loss of vision? Hearing? Hypersensitivity?"

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The young man gives a loud sigh as Jakira departs. "Right. Guess I will be your own personal designated tour guide...Where are you going?" Jareth frowns as his tour group rapidly follows behind the fleeting Ithorian. Suspicion winning over his cautious nature, Jareth trails the group. He halts near the storage area as he feels a low rumble emitting from somewhere within the large room. The traveler enters the room with astonishment evident on his face. "Well. This definitely wasn't here this morning". With a hand near his rifle, Jareth walks into the gloomy darkness of the passageway ahead.

"Di'kutla beskar'ad. Droun'yn sa'em." he muttered with a heavy sigh. As he noticed Kurr he almost pushed the droid out of the way "Ori'jate, re'turcye mhi." he added as he made his way back trying to find Kurr and his friend "Hey...Kurr wai---." As the door closed Al'verde stood and looked at the door. He resisted the urge try and simply break the door down as he took another deep breath and knocked on the door. This was one salesman he was not going the threaten into getting his way. He glanced over at the bike and thought about it for a moment before getting ready to knock on the door. Just as he turned to knock he noticed Kurr coming out and had to pull his fist back to keep from planting in Kurr's face. "Oh Kurr think I could talk to your friend for a moment?" he asked as he opened the door so he could look in.

As he looked at the Besalisk he allowed Kurr to step out before steeping "There was a bike out there that I wanted to buy. Your droid seems dead set on selling it for 2,750. However weapon emplacement has been stripped and the steering linkage appears loose so I was wondering if you would be willing to part with it for 2000 credits right now?" he said getting right to the point.

(( Persuasion +2 ))

"Yes Doctor." The girl said.

Wes followed the young attractive Hobben girl as she leads him away from the others. Despite being as tired as he is the attractiveness of the one he followed wasn't lost on him. He was tired not dead. He was going to try and talk with the girl but figured that in his current state even if he was successful he'd be asleep before the action got started.

He looked around at the surroundings. It appeared that the Zeltron, Jakira did pretty well for herself. The hospital had an ancient look to it. Kind of like me. He thought as he noticed what seemed to be technology in every room he passed. "Seems that the hospital does well for itself." He said to the young woman as they approached a front desk which was also attended by another attractive Hobben woman. "I could start to like this place." He said under his breath.

"This way Mr. Del-Fin. An exam room is being made up for you right now." He watched as the woman behind the desk was typing into a pad which he figured was letting someone know he was coming.

Moments later he was lead into a comfy yet sterile looking room. A few things adorn the walls but they are there merely for aesthetic. reasons.

Wes turned to look at the young woman again. "The Doctor will be in to see you soon." She begins to turn to leave but Wes stops her with a question.

"Would it be possible to get some clothes, undergarments also. I'm not exactly dressed in here." The girl paused and game him a cute smile as she looked him in the face.

"I will see to it that you have some thing to wear." She quickly stepped out the smile still on her face. Wes set his carbine down on the exam bed as he looked around. He was never far from it. It had saved his life more then once. Today was one of those times. Systematically he began to take his armor off. By the time the Hobben girl returned he had removed the upper portion of the armor.

She placed the clothes on the exam bed. "Will you need anything else Mr. Del-Fin?" He looked at her and did his best to smile. If only I felt better. He shook his head. "Not at the moment. Thank you." Nodding she glanced at Wes noticing that despite the armor his body still held numerous scars. The door closed and Wes went to work on the rest of the armor removing it piece by piece. Finally he grabbed the under garment and put it on. He was just finishing pulling it on as he heard a knock on the door as it opened. Jakira entered as he turned around. If she thought he looked bad before now his whole body looked weary not just his eyes.

She was dressed different now. No not different just a smock that covered up all the good things that he had seen from her earlier. In her hand was a mediscanner.

He sat on the exam bed as she smiled. "Now then, you've mentioned you were in hibernation.."

He nodded to the question as she sweeps the scanner over his body. "How long ago did you awaken and how long were you in hibernation?"

"I awoke about 9 hours ago. As far as how long I was in hibernation?" He shrugged. "I'm not sure exactly. A hundred years give or take. The Vong war hadn't been over for long, four to five months maybe."

"What sort of symptoms have you been experiencing? Any loss of vision? Hearing? Hypersensitivity?" He chuckled at the question that she hit on the head.

"Yes, no, kind of. My vision seems to be back. My hearing is fine. I'm sore all over. It doesn't help that I got stabbed in the shoulder either. Ever have one of those days? He looked at he before he continued. "Some mad Jedi puts me into hibernation and then I wake up on this place called the wheel. By the time it's all said and done I've killed a half dozen people, give or take, by the time we got off that station. The whole time the Ithorian is so happy to see that I'm alive and that obuliette is in one piece." He just shakes his head in confusion. The weariness shows in his actions. "I'm out of place and out of time it seems."