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[Kashyyk]

A

[Haspen]

You pass the time.

1236USY.2d/1m.0822h

Suddenly, security console starts pinging you. Giving Evangeline a stare - she occupies her seat, staring at nearly empty Seaside Paradise - you leave your post.

Arriving at the command room, you check the console...

Sensors Station Alert! IFF beacon translation in progress...

...

Retrying...

...

Retrying...

...

Unable to translate IFF beacon.

Beginning deepscan of approaching vessel for active weapon signatures...

In the meanwhile, several foreboding buttons lit up in your face on the console, giving you several options.

A) Turn the weapons control online!
B) Hail the approaching ship!
C) Do nothing.
D) Send a distress call!
E) Retry IFF beacon translation!

[Kashyyk]

B

[Rockeater]

B

[IncompetentFortressMaker]

B
Yeah, let's hail them. We can figure out why our outpost is falling apart later.

[Haspen]

You decide to hail the incoming ship.

There's no response, so you try again.

Again, they do not respond, however...

IFF beacon data received from "Sails of Darkness", a Melchior-class Armed Merchantship.

Weapon signature deepscan completed: 0 active weapons found.

Docking request received.

Docking Airlock assigned: #4 (authority: Automated Refueling AI)

Estimated arrival time: 4 minutes.

1236USY.2d/1m.0827h

When the console informs you that Sails of Darkness have docked, you return to the bar.

Evangeline puts down the empty tank glass and turns to look at the main gate, her hands hidden in her sleeves.

The main gate opens, and a young man slick black hair and a sharp goatee enters, a flowing fur robe similar to Evangeline's hiding his body. He approaches your guest and bows his head.

"Hello, Evangeline."

"Hello, Hamak. Are we ready to go?" The young man smiles and extends his hand towards the gate. The two exchange whispers on the way there, and after some time, 'Hamak' turns to look at you with an angry glare.

He doesn't say anything, though, and soon the main gate closes behind them.

A) I want my copy of Black Bible, dangit! After them!
B) Oh, hey, I'm free of the weirdo. Time to get back to reading on fruity smells and stuff!
C) Oh, hey, I'm free of the weirdo. Time to read some Captain Zirconius!
D) Finally, I can clean the bar and pass the time in peace.

[Egan_BW]

B

[Rockeater]

C

[Kashyyk]

B, although might be worth seeing if there's any diagnostics/broken stuff we haven't looked at yet.

[IncompetentFortressMaker]

B

[Haspen]

You resume reading the bartending manuals and encyclopedias inside the memory core.

Where were you... ah yes!

1236USY.2d/1m.0907h

You learn that many humans, especially those born and raised in space, have trouble distinguishing some flavors and scents of synthols. They have biggest problem with distinguishing between a 'fruity' and a 'sweet' flavor, often mistaking them for each other. This is not the case when obnoxiously sweet synthols like Sucrosol and Dee Tee are involved, but many confuse Skinjuice for Grenadiere, and vice versa, or finding 'fruity and sweet' combination to be extra sweet. Humans are strange.

What's next on the agenda?

A) More bartending lore!
B) More Captain Zirconius!
C) Maybe some maintenance?
D) Just pass the time!

[IncompetentFortressMaker]

C
Let's see if we can do something properly on the mechanical side for once.

[Kashyyk]

C - Channel that zen we felt when stopping the cultist from spacing herself

[Haspen]

You decide to check maintenance stuff.

Security console in meanwhile informs you that Sails of Darkness have evacuated the docking slot and begun its trek towards Poseidonis Jump Gate. You also note that the luxury liner has departed long ago, but apparently you didn't hear the notification ping.

1236USY.2d/1m.0920h

You go through the maintenance on the station - all stuff that was broken and you decided not to repair, well, remains broken and un-repaired.

A brief check on sensors station reveals that nothing wrong was with IFF translation module. Rather, it was Sails of Darkness that was actively preventing its IFF beacon from being translated by custom encryption settings, something that is illegal under New Galactic Federation Space Laws.

What now?

A) More bartending lore!
B) More Captain Zirconius!
C) Just pass the time!

[Kashyyk]

Make a note of that for the next time the space police come by and then A