:: Looks through the Cargo hold of The Chimera....

[Draven Sil]

" Damn where did that girl go! "


:: Draven Jumps up and over to the elevator and hits the button. ::


Might as well make sure that Endo doesn't disturb us.......hee hee.

[Tirsa Krylana]

She sits at the desk in the main quarters of The Chimera. Her finger taps absently on the table as she goes over the data disk that was given to her. She blows out a breath as she sighs and rubs her eyes since she's been going over this information ever since the ship departed. Of course, she thinks that doing this is a lot better then the attentions of one Draven Sil that she has coming with her.

Thank Vishan for Endo being here at least

She returns to her studies, keying into the specific information of Wojo Te Lin

[Draven Sil]

:: The elevator begins to rise. Then Draven hits the stop button. ::

Oh look elevators stuck!



:: In a puff of smoke he disappears and reappears in the Cargo hold again. ::



Hmmmmmmmm......


:: He looks down the hall. ::


The Quaters that makes sense.


:: Draven qucikly hopes down the hall and to several doors. ::


Which one is hers.


*Sniff* *sniff*


Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh this one.....it's smells like her.


:: Draven Knocks on the door. ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

She growls knowing who that is at her door. Tirsa pushes out her chair and walks over to the panel, and keys the switch to let the doors slide open. With a stern expression, she address Draven, "What do you want? And if you do want something, it better be about the mission."

[Endo Freedoo]

:: He looks over the nav console, making sure the course to Kessel is set and that the cloaking device will be ready when they make their final approach. ::

[Draven Sil]

I am hurt......I really am. This mission is all that matters to me. I came down to get the info on this Wojo fellow.......you took the disk remeber?

[Tirsa Krylana]

Her eyes narrow, not buying this innocent act for a minute, but she has to concede that Draven needs to look over the information too.

"Fine, you can come in, but don't touch anything. This isn't just my quarters." She walks over and sits back
down in front of the computer and turns the monitor over so he can see.

"Here's Wojo Te Lin, all in color for us to see."

[Draven Sil]

<img src=http://www.geocities.com/rama_sha/crowpics/Wojo2.JPG>



Ehhhhhhhhhhh..........



God thats a ugly guy. Wonder what Rama wants with him?


:: Draven begins to look around the room. ::


So is that bed soft?

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Still in the pilot's chair of the Chimera, Endo makes a few last second calculations and then engages the hyperdrive. The Sith Infiltrator, blinks out of sight with a flash and is on it's way to Kessel. ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

"Yes the bed is quite soft. Now, how much do you know of Kessel? I used to run alot of Spice back and forth from there to make a little extra money when hijacking ships wasn't so profitable. Never had to break into the place though and it's been years since I was last there."

She keys up the relavent information about Wojo and where he could possibly be held.

[Draven Sil]

Soft eh.........




Well look.....


:: Draven points to the screen. ::


This guy is 10 feet tall and weighs in at 568 pounds....only one job on Kessel this guy could be doing. Mining, so I bet they got him held up in the work camp.


:: Draven Scrolls down on the screen using his tail to worj the computer controls. As he moves his tail, it lightly touchs Tirsa on the side. ::


Wow......this guy use to be a royal guard on Ord Mantell. Served as the Sha family's Personal body guard for ten years, then was sold to slavers when Primeminster Argo took over.

[Endo Freedoo]

:: Having analyzed all the current Nav data and the operational status of the cloaking device, Endo sits back in his seat, putting his feet up on a nearby console. He removes a cigar from his tunic and lights it as he flips on the security monitor, and views the goings on in the living quarters. ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

As she feels a slight brush up against her side, she grabs his tail and yanks, speaking as if nothing is wrong. "Yes, he has quite the impressive past."

She sighs and wraps his tail around her hand, "But there are a lot of mining operations on Kessel, not to mention a lot of Slave drivers coming in and out of there. I doubt any of my old contacts would still be around.

Damn ... we need to come up with a plan and not show up with no clue what to do," she says as she yanks his tail once more.

[Draven Sil]

:: Is surprised when she yanks his tail and is even more suprised the sencond and third time. ::



I knew you would come around. How did you know that Yanking my tail was part of the Lucian Mating ritual?




Oh well.....my only problem is that you don't have a tail for me to yank.

[Tirsa Krylana]

"Alright ... that's it!!!"

She lets go of his tail and keys the disc to come out of the computer. She gets up and shoves the disc into Dravens hand and start pushing him out of the room. "I'm not in the mood for this. I told you in the Council Room that I don't mix business with pleasure! Until you decide to work with me instead of flirt with me, then you can come back. I already read enough of the information, now you can do something useful and think of a plan. Until then," she opens the door and shoves him out.

"Stay out! And don't teleport in here either!"

She growls the last sentence as the door closes and balls her hands into a fist. "I'm not going to kill him. I'm not going to kill him. I'm not going to kill him ... yet."

She walks back over to her computer and goes over in her mind who she could possibly use as a contact on Kessel.

[Endo Freedoo]

:: He puts his feet back down upon the floor and chuckles as he exhales a large smoke cloud from his lungs. He nods his head knowingly and continues to watch the monitor, taking occasional puffs from his cigar and making momentary glances at his Nav display. ::

[Draven Sil]

:: Looks at the now closed Door. ::



Humph! She was the one that pulled my tail. Think it was fault......





:: Looks down at the disk ::


hmmmmmmmm.......


:: In aflash Draven disappears, he reappears in the next room over. the quaters that were assigned to him. He inserts the disk, and looks it over. ::


:: he presse a few keys and brings up a map of the Kessel's Prison camps. ::


"Bah....he thought. Shouldn't let that girl get to me. Even if anything did happen she would run right back into the arms of Kat, Once we returned. Ok think........huge camp....how do we find him."


:: Just then he remebered something. ::


THATS IT!!!!!

:: He telaports outta the room and knocks on Tirsa's door again ::

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa returns to the computer display on the desk and sits down. She decides to key up some familiar names that she used to know back when she was in charge of her outfit, before Kat teamed up with her. Tirsa smirks as she realizes just how long its been since she even looked at this data and leans in to see if someone might be of help to fine this Wojo guy.

Time passes as she thinks about who could help and search through her own information. Some names come up that might help. There was a Kamarian, an insect race, named T'Lin. He was one of the Slave Traders that she knew and if he was still on Kessel, a good source for information since Wojo was sold as a slave. Also, another Rodian that she knew that prepared dealings in Spice that she ran named, Caanbro, came to mind. That would be good for access in the mines. Of course, this all hinged on whether or not they were still on the planet.

A knock is heard at the door, breaking her concentration. Only her eyes move to look as her head stays still. She knows who is at the door and he better have something usefull to say, otherwise it would be a shame to break his nice tail.

She grins as a thought plays out in her mind and speaks with no hint of the frustration like earlier, "Enter, Draven."

[Draven Sil]

:: The door slides open. Draven stands with a look of disbelif. "Thats couldn't have been that easy." He thought. ::



Uhhhhhh Your not gonna shoot me as soon as I step in here are you?

[Tirsa Krylana]

Tirsa turns to look over at Draven and grins, "Now why would I want to shoot you? I told you that next time you come to my door, you better have a plan. I presume that you do?"

As Draven is still not sure whether to step in or not, he does notice that Tirsa's blaster rifle is set against the desk, in easy reach for her to take.