Coronet City Spaceport -- Corellia
        This port is busy, like most, but here the hot breath of takeoff
 and the deep rumble of engines is closer, more of a feature of the port
 than an annoyance. The landing pads and small maintenance bunkers sprawl
 across a large open area open to the sky and surrounded by blast walls
 to protect the farmlands beyond. Pilots, engineers and techs, mostly
 natives, move among the hardware as if at home in the confusing and fast
 paced Port.
        A large complex on the west end of the spaceport houses control
 functions, transport authority offices, and the CorSec station. To the
 south, large gates are wide open allowing free access to this section of
 the spaceport landing area. There's another exit to the east, around the
 more rundown section of the spaceport. At the north end of the landing
 area, two monorail tracks emerge from underground in front of a small
 ticket station.

  (OOC:  Type +lhelp for local help or +corsec for info on CorSec presence.)

      Corellia's starport was busy...but then again, when wasn't it? A quartered area was reserved for "VIP" ships, a few over modified freighters were docked there and the spacers emerging from them looking about just as "over modified" themselves wearing an array of garb and patches sure to make any tailor throw fits.

      Along the private docking bays a more selective crowd could be seen, grey, black and green flightsuits accompanied on occasion by other various uniforms filtered in and out of the bays each brightly numbered in neo-flourecent writing. Opposite these bays was the public landing strips. Shuttles from the main part of the city and the suburbs dot the skies carrying passengers back and forth to various ports. Trading ships and other smaller private vessels also line the docking ports accompanied by a myriad of beings.

      Emerging from one of the private docking ports, Gabrielle makes her way down the ramp of a SoruSub yacht. She looks back over her shoulder a smirk playing out on her lips as she shakes her head and laughs. Boots touching tarmac, she heads forward, the ramp of the Lady Luck drawing closed behind her.

      Emerging from the Furious Kiare is stretching having changed into reasonable daywear. She looks about for Malaki as she ruffles her hair stepping off the ship's ramp she smoothes the blue tunic into place. Have to admit sleeping on his ship was much nicer than sleeping on hers, better quarters.

      Behind her, Valyia can hear the distinctive whine of a blaster, screeching something terrible as some hapless soul finally discovers her little trick. "Took 'em long enough," she mutters to herself, chuckling, and spares no more thought to the matter. After all, it's highly unlikely that she'd bump into that uncouth half-human again, and this time she's on her guard against being surrounded -- but just for good measure, she checks her small handheld blaster with a surreptitious glace at the side of her arm. A bump disturbs the otherwise smooth fabric of her shirt, though it is scarcely noticeable as her billowing cloak spreads out behind her, carried along by the wind created by her walk: /Good/, she thinks, and reaching a hand as if to scratch her shoulder, she taps the safety on the side of her weapon with a gentle finger.
      Her arm vibrates as the powerpack begins charging up -- she'd just bought a new one yesterday, right after landing, from a dealer in her father's old digs -- and a bit more confident, now, she allows herself to relax. Corellia's streets can't be /that/ dangerous, can they? And if things get too sticky, there are always guards to call, most of which (if she's lucky enough) won't be bought off by her assailants.
      She grimaces wryly as she makes her way into the comparatively plush VIP section of the starport, wondering just how much her luck will hold today -- and speaking of luck, a vaguely familiar face is descending from Lando Calrissian's very own Lady Luck... Time to show some skills in fieldcraft, Valyia tells herself, and feeling in her pocket for a slim computer disk, she directs her step to the lucky lady to make a -- what is it that they call it? Brush-pass? though today, instead of classified information, she is merely delivering the contents of the Red Dragon's newest cocktail.
      "And that's a secret all its own," she murmurs to herself, a grin dancing on her playful expression.

Tyler emerges from the CorSec substation to the east.

      A brisk breeze, spurred no doubt by the lift off of several shuttles at once, whips through the star port. Albeit the traffic was much calmer now that the recent celebration festivites had moved off planet. A loss, Gabrielle for one, was happy about. Her eyes flicker across the crowds and the various faces as she dodges a trio of techs on her way through. Corellia was crowded enough as it was.

      There was little about raucous celebrations that held interest for the former Ground Operations Captain. With the exception of people watching. Her lips quirk upwards at the corners as she recalls a recent incident. Ah well....she shrugs, giving the Lady one last glance before she heads in the oppostie direction.

      Sometimes Tyler wonders why he even came out of retirement. The pay is bad, the benefits are worse, and the cliental are, well blasted criminals. The Corellian sighs as he steps out of the Corellian Security office back into the ever busy Corellian Starport. /Sigh, just another long and boring day/ Tyler thought to himself as he was now dressed in civilian garb and decides its time to begin pushing through the crowd of the Starport itself. Beggars, street vendors, pick pockets, spacers, droids, and mechanics were all equally represented in this terrible place that he loved to call home.
      "No pal I don't need a map, I /live/ here." He says to a vender as he passes opening a fresh pack of cigs, taking one out and turning it upside down and placing it back into the pack, for luck, then takes another out and places it in his mouth and lighting it.
      What did he do to deserve a low paying job and bills, he was a veteran, he was a handsome man, at least he thought so, and worse even yet he's been dry for three days and has for some reason lost his graving for alcohol. Tyler just continues on toward his X-wing doing little but fretting and not paying too much attention to anyone. His ships were always in the upper scale of the Starport, this of course is one of the benefits of being the heir of a small Damion fortune.

      Unable to find who she was looking for Kiare does spot Tyler and heads in that direction. Might as well say hi to her fellow Corellian, plus he's always an ego boost and after that run on Nar Shaddaa's swoop tracks she could use the boost. Fortunately the wrap covering the bruise on her leg isn't really visible as more than a few lines under her pants. Clipping the wall had been a bad idea at any speed let alone as fast as she had been going. Overdrive? What was she thinking?
      Still she calls out to the CorSec, "Tyler!" Waving she smiles and weaves through the crowd in that direction. Maybe she can finagle another lesson in the fighter.

      Of course she would be departing from a private terminal. Anybody entertained by a rich businessman would get the 'special treatment,' Valyia knew, but security wasn't nearly as tight as it could have been. Besides, one of her friends was on duty beside the terminal, an acquaintance of her father's who would often look the other way as his transport took off laden with some less-than-legal cargo ... "They move you down to guard duty or sumthin'?" she wonders, punching him lightly in the arm. "Who's that?"
      "Lando's girl," comes the gruff reply.
      Valyia quirks an eyebrow. "How much will the rest cost me?" But the holocameras had begun to rotate towards her, and with a deceptively innocent grin she gives him one last friendly tap before slipping past the cordon of guards. Arrowing towards her intended target, blaster buzzing against her skin as she walks -- ten, five, three feet, before --
      Her aim disrupted by the sudden shout, the disk slips from her hands as she prepares to bump into 'Lando's girl,' and her feet tangled, she lands in a disorganized heap in front of the person she had intended to impress. A stream of vile Corellian curses ensues, with a few bits of Bothan intermingled between her imprecations -- "Sorry," she finally manages, wincing as she tries to move her leg. "But the recipe's good...?"

      A slow steady stream of smoke exits Tyler's nostrils as he leans up against the hull of his X-wing taking a moment to get his head clear was on his agenda. Another long draw from his cigarette and a slow exhale, and repeat. This was the Corellian's means of calming down and reflecting on the last two days. His eyes look like they are troubled and carry a heavy burden, its not everyday he has to arrest his partner in his private investigations, Kothlen.
      "Blast it Nate, I don't want to work as the cop I should've stayed retired the first time. Fark family tradition!" he says to his Astromech nestled in it's socket on the ship. It turns and offers a sympathetic whistle. At least N8 knew when to be civil, which made him, Tyler's best friend.
      "Just you and me buddy you kno" of course Tyler was cut off as he heard an all too familiar voice. He turns and waves to Kiare covering his mouth with his hand as if to whisper something to his droid, "You, me, and the beautiful young lady walking this way." He corrects with a bit of humor before pushing himself off his X-wing with his shoulders and moving to greet Kiare.
      "Well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He smiles broadly, "You just turned my day around. What kind of trouble are you getting into?" he inquires, his deep hazel eyes glimmering in the Corellian sun.

      A few steps forward and Gabrielle's mind wanders to her troubles again. Catching up with Calrissian had proven to be a distraction for a time, but the only thing that would get her mind off of things would be to keep herself busy. Pulling the datapad from a slot in her belt, she keys it on. A coded message scrolling across.... "Sithspawn...what was I thinking?" Coming out of retirment. Gads the last thing she needed was to take charge of a bunch of wet behind the ears grunts again. Her lips twist wryly...if anyone else had asked......
      Powering the datapad down she stuffs it back into her belt. Well enough dawdling. She had things to accomplish...and apparently negotiations to run. She ducks part of a repair structure, keeping her pace with ease...well at least until her path is blocked. A single brow rises as Valyia tumbles like a less than graceful five year old onto the ground in front of her, a data disk flittering away from her hands. "Recipe for disaster?" She asks, more rhetorically than trully seeking an answer. She extends a hand, offering Valyia a hand up.

      Laughter bubbles forth and deep brown eyes twinkle, Kiare points to her leg, "I got other parts that a sore, Clipping a wall at 38 was not a good idea. Gotta be more careful when I'm swooping." She winks at the older man and her grin brightens, "I do have to thank you much for not impounding my ship. I don't know what I would do without her."

      Tyler drops what's left of his cigarette to the ground and ends its life with the sole of his boot. He visibly winces as his eyes follow the young ladies finger down to her leg, "Nothing a bit of bacta won't fix up." He says confidently and shrugs, "How could I impound a ship that belongs to such an angel?" he says raising a hand of in the universal sign of 'no need for thanks'. He perches his hand on his chin and leans in forward, "Swooping is bad business, in my book. To slow, and not nearly as rewarding as Starfighter Combat speaking of which you're due for another lesson in my boat here." He says with a wink, "But seeing you are on the mend perhaps we might put it off until you get all fixed up." He says with a bit of humor in his voice.
      He gestures the young lady to follow him to his ship as he moves his hands down to his side, "So what track did you earn your first bruise on?" he inquires, despite his distaste for swooping he's had family in the business, most of them were envious of his career choice in the end, though Tyler's audience is smaller.

      A hand that is taken freely -- fortunately, Valyia is light enough that she swings upwards the rest of the arc by herself, showing some dexterity that would have proved useful mere seconds before. Still, she has the presence of mind to retrieve the disk and reveal the contents. "My apologies, but -- " And she lowers her voice secretively, as if imparting some dreadful matter of Republic security that ought to make the bravest operative tremble. "I'd be long dead, rotting on the ground, mugged, most-like, if Osgath finds out I have this, but y'might find it useful. And I figure since you're comin' down from that Lady Luck over there, y'might be able to use it. Or your friend Mister Lando, too."
      And she punches up the instructions for making Bartender Osgath's newest: "Galactic Gargling Glee-Wine," with appropriately alliterative ingredients highlighted in bold underneath a flashy neon title. "Nifty, ain't it?" Valyia says, impressed with herself. "Nipped it from the back of his apron when he ain't lookin'; figured /somebody/ might like to give it a shot." Here, a conspiratorial wink, even as she straightens out her cape. "And from what I've been hearin' out here on the streets, that somebody is the primary 'purveyor' -- " She stumbles over the word. "And the biggest tipper at the Dragon, Mister Lando himself."
      And one might have taken her for a grammar-less street rat, if not for the /other/ disk mysteriously appearing in her left hand, which says rather plainly: "Jaren arrested. Request permission to depart from original mission parameters and accompany dispatch teams." A line down --
      "Am NRI."

      Winking at Tyler Kiare grins, "I sill owe you a hug for not shackling her. Angel or no Jaren is my boss." She rubs the leg, "Nar Shaddaa's track took a bite out of me. Not gonna try that one again until I get some upgrades. Still, all things considered I didn't do that badly. Some of the other racers went down in bloody piles." Reaching out to touch the fighter lightly, "Maybe tomorrow I can get you to give me another shot? Before I tell Jaren that I did more than scratch his paint job this time."

      So it begins, Gabrielle lets out a long sigh, nodding as she looks over the recipie. "Like hell." she says under her breath, before looking at Valyia and chuckling. "Hmm, well Lando might have a use for it, but I certainly don't. I don't do girlie drinks." She winks, handing back the one disk back and palming the other. They certainly didn't waste their time. She had barely said yes two hours ago.
      "Tell ya what. I won't tell anyone at the Red Dragon you picked that up and you do a favor for me." She levels her gaze on the young woman "Meet me at the dig in a few hours. I'll buy. Teach you what a real drink is....not that" she points to the disk containing the recipe.

      The Corellian nods and keys open one of the side compartments on his X-wing. Tyler sighs as he begins pilfering through the hold looking for something, "I'm sorry I had to arrest Jaren, really, but its part of the job. I hope you understand, that its just bad for public safety when people start shooting." He says turning back around and nods again glancing down at the leg.
      "I think I have something that will help your leg." He states with a warm smile reaching back into the hold and presenting half a bottle of Casaandran Coholl, "This is one of the best drinks in the galaxy. I expect you to take care of it." He says handing over the bottle, "Taking care of it of course means drinking it." He smiles closing the hatch on the ship.
      "Tommorow, it's a date, and maybe a bite to eat afterwards?" he inquires taking another cigarette from his pack and placing it behind his ear, "I can tell you a few stories from the war front." He winks, "And you can tell me some of your own."

      "Wilco," Valyia says under her breath. /Time to prove yourself, tough one/ -- "And bring lots of creds," she says a lot more loudly, for the benefit of the holocameras. "You want the good stuff, you gotta show Osgath you pay the good stuff. I don't gots no creds of my own, y'understand, and if you want that lesson you the one that's gonna front the tab." An inward cringe -- probably she was overdoing the accent -- but it certainly would allay any suspicions that this girl has any more than a bit of a brain. "Will meetcha there." And brushing herself off loftily, she slips back into the crowd -- the only trace of her being her glimmering cloak, and even that soon disappears in the morass of people.
      And the upper echelons of the service wonder why they recruit streetwise smugglers!

      Taking the bottle she hugs it close and Kiare nods, "I understand. The security holos from the Heartbreaker are a bit confusing but I'm sure you know what you're doing. I'm just glad that other guy's shot missed me. That could have been quite unpleasant in more ways than one." Her fingers stroke the bottle lightly, "Of course, once I settle in for the evening I'll enjoy it slowly." A grin and a wink, "If you want maybe you can stop by?"
      Laughter and the girl nods again, "A bite to eat would be great, and I have to admit that the first lesson made me a bit hungry, all that adreniline I suppose. The speed was just so great. And no walls to bounce off."

      Tyler chuckles softly, "I might stop by." He offers a wink and then quickly shifts to the more grim subject of arrests, "We have a lot of footage, it seems Jaren and Scaven have a personnel grudge. It's something I'm sure the justice system can get to the bottom of since its moving out of my hands now." The Corellian pilot relaxes his posture, allowing his wait to shift to his right leg and he folds his arms over his chest.
      "I've seen a few days in the cockpit when there was a chance to bang against walls." He says with a chuckle, "One was the Battle of Yavin, and the other was the Battle of Endor. I came out of retirement just after the Battle of Sullust so I missed that Death Star, but I think they might of got me that time so I might have been extremely lucky on that one." He says with a light chuckle, "N8 and I have been working with my life support systems some I think we've got its capacity up to officially a crew of two so we can spend longer up next time." He offers a trade-mark Corellian smile and wink.

      A brighter grin, "Well, last night I wasn't on the Heartbreaker, but I've got the swoop to take care of so I sort of have to be there." She nods about the whole subject of footage and then she arches a brow, "Hitting walls in a fighter like that seems a whole _lot_ more dangerous than what I'm doing." Her fingers lightly touch the ship again, "Well, then it's a good thing you weren't there. I rather like having you here now." A grin and a wink, definately Corellian blood in that girl's veins, "Oh? Great! Though I didn't really expect you to go to all the trouble."

      "Well hitting walls in space is life and death rather than scrapes and bruises." Tyler winks and places his hands into the pockets of his coat, "I think I could get more interested in the swoop industry if all the pilots look like you though." He says with a smile and looking back at his X-wing, "No problem, N8 and I have a lot of free time as we're waiting on a friend to get out of prison, ironically he was arrested with Jaren so we are in a similar boat." He chuckles, "The galaxy is full of irony."

      Kiare's expression softens at the talk of death and then blushes when he talks about her, "You haven't even seen me in that vacsuit yet." Oh yeah.. skin tight green and then vaccuum the air out to make it tighter, that should show off anything she's got. "Irony is one thing the galaxy seems to have in abundance, hon."
      Laughing softly Kiare nods, "I see that, at least the wall has a smaller chance of killing me, now maiming.. that's probably an equal shot."

      "Well lets just say I look forward to seeing your vacsuit, its gotta be a lot prettier than mine and I am very certian you look a lot better in yours than I would ever wish to look like in mine.." He says chuckling, "Mine's dull and gray, because that's what the New Republic decided to issue me because I lead Ghost Squadron." Tyler says with a light smirk and turns back to his X-wing for a moment, to give it a sympathetic look, "Me and that ship have been dodging and ducking it out with whatever the galaxy could throw at us for sometime now, well at the recent Battle of Bothawui I was asked to fly merc. I didn't get to fly her, but I did fly another nice ship." He smiles.
      "You should give up that old swooping stuff and get on board with some Starfighter Pilots, we'll get your skills toned up and get you up in space with the best of us." He winks, "I would be a lot of fun, could form a nice independent squadron of fighters go off to lone and distant worlds and set up camp for weeks on end. Survive of the land.. you know the usual stuff." He chuckles.

      Laughing again Kiare nods, "Cathan and Liam both fly X-wings. StarOps hotshots the pair of them." Shaking her head leans a hip against the fighter, "Just not sure I could enjoy the look on their faces if I showed them up at that too."

      "Who said anything about StarOps and the New Republic?" Tyler winks again, "I'm talking totally independent flying, just us and whoever we can get together to form a light squad." He says laughing, "I have a few folks that would do well I just got to find'em. " he says sighing, "Hard to put a team together when half the field is all over the galaxy." He shakes his head, "But here is your invitation to join up." Tyler says taking the cig from behind his ear and placing it in his mouth and lighting it.

      Kiare considers the invitation, "Do I have to quit my job?" That's the first question, the second follows, "And I don't have money for a fighter, just where am I supposed to get one, hon?" She winks again, "Swooping isn't always a money making venture you know. Most of my winnings have gone to helping Da out with the bar."

      "You don't have to quit your job darling." He says casually winking, "And I'll tell yah what I'll buy your starfighter and see about upgrades, that's if the New Republic will authorize my purchasing another one." He chuckles and shakes his head, "Who knows, but I'll do what I can about getting you some heavier equipment." Tyler winks taking a draw from his cig.

      "Sounds like the chance of a lifetime and I'd be stuck in the head not to take it." Kiare grins brighter, "I'm just gonna have to work on those piloting skills because until a week ago I knew not about starships. Never been at the controls of anything more complicated than a swoop at that point." Tipping her head up to study him those brown eyes twinkle, "I think I have proven to be a quick study though, which I guess is a bonus for me."

      "It is the chance of a life time." Tyler winks and leans back against his fighter, "Piloting is the easy part, and you got the looks part down so you're almost there." He chuckles, "We'll intensify our lessons and get you combat ready, it's a dangerous game out there so you'll have to be ready for anything, but welcome aboard the squadron I have yet to name or fill with personnel." He chuckles.

      Freya walks into the spaceport, she brushes off a pair of Jawa "traders" and heads for one of the public shuttles. She spots Malaki and with a frown she goes on to watch the activity of the spaceport.

      Laughing again she shifts her weight from one leg to the other crossing her ankles, "No name yet, that's gonna change soon right?" She winks, "Just tell me what color flight suit I need to pick up. I'm sure I can swing that much."

      Malaki is not the only one to be noticed in the spaceport for Freya's passage is as clear as day to the bounty hunter. Breaking off his vigil of the nearby station house the armoured figure moves with determined speed towards the woman. As he nears her, the amplifiers crackle to life and one hand rests upon his holstered Kylan. Slightly distorted his voice seems like a growl "Freya Linesen! Remain where you are!"

      "Your preference." Tyler says smiling and folding his arms, "I might go pick up a new one myself I'm in the market for darker blue colors." He adds with a shrug, "The name will be a toughie but it's something I'll think about in all this free time I have." The space port is crowded and loud, the disturbance of Malaki and an arrest attempt fall on death ears when it comes to the CorSec officer.

      Kiare's eyes land on Malaki and she smiles a little more than before but her attention returns to Tyler, "Hmmmm, A dark sapphire maybe? The color would flatter you I think." It would probably flatter her as well and she can almost see the perfect shade as her eyes go a bit distant and she grins. It's that look of planning that washes over her features.
      Snapping back to the moment she grins, "Do I get to name the X-wing, or do you have a name in mind for me already?"

      "No name on my mind at the moment so I can take suggestions.." Tyler says following Kiare's eyes toward Malaki, "Do we have a problem unfolding here?" he asks politely unbuckling his holsters on his hips and patting his jacket for a badge or ID of some kind. Blast! Not again, Tyler thought looking around and finding his Corellian Secruity tag and placing it open in one of his pockets.
      It might be wise to diffuse the situation before it starts of course. His Hazel eyes look over at Kiare and he waves her to follow him, "Looks like your friend has found someone, lets go make sure this isn't another arrest scene where I got to call a wagon to ship off the suspects." He sighs shifting through the crowd slowly moving that direction.

      Grinning quite deliciously from within the helmet, Malaki's mirrored visor nears Freya's eyes and he reaches back with his free hand. "Revenge"...he thinks to himself...is sweet. "Freya Linesen, I am arresting you for willfull obstruction of an intelligence investigation. Before I place you in custody are you carrying any weapons concealed or otherwise on your person?"

      Kiare follows Tyler toward Makali and his 'subject' loosing the buckle on her hostler but letting Tyler take the lead. She's NOT going to be shot at again this week. A smile touches her mouth as she hears the clearly spoken words of the Bounty Hunter. Blast it he's adorable, what is it about him that strikes that chord?

      Freya tries a weak smile towards Malaki "hey listen, I wasn't trying anything, I was just making sure that she wasn't picked up by someone wrong. By the way, do you have some kind of id?" Freya looks at the crowd gathering. "Can't we talk about this, there's really no reason to arrest me at all!" She stands very still and keep her hands where they can be seen.

      Blast! Tyler thought, seems like a bounty hunter and a mark, he muses, no matter he places his hand on his Flash-4 heavy blaster and moves forward cutting through the crowd, "Corellian Secruity!" he says flashing a badge toward Freya and Malaki. He turns his eyes toward Malaki, "Do you have charges against this one?" he inquires his weapon remains holstered as he tries to be as civil as possible.
      He turns back to note Kiare still following him, another blasted day without peace. He keeps his right hand resting on his blaster as he taps a comlink on his belt to activate.

      A harsh growl emits over the amplifiers, the faceless man's patience is rapidly waning. "Place your hands on your head and face the wall.." he gestures to the side of the building but a few feet from the gathering crowd. "Failure to comply will constitute resisting arrest and you will be taken into custody by force!" refusing to take his eyes of off the woman for a moment he replies loudly to Tyler. "Hunter Malaki, New Republic Intelligence. This woman is under arrest for wilfull obstruction of an investigation."

      Freya looks somewhat scared. She looks to the CorSec man "I don't think he is NRI, please take me with you, I'll help you in any way, please don't let him take me away" She begs him with her eyes, she seems pretty scared. "I can explain everything, this man just wants to kill me I think"

      Kiare grins at Tyler and moves around a bit. She frowns slightly at Malaki but says nothing. Staying ready she lays a hand on the blaster but doesn't draw it at all. Her gaze shifts to Tyler then to the one called Freya, then back to Malaki.

      Kartijan emerges from Trair's Honour carrying a small leaf, recognizable to those familiar with Kashyyyk culture as being from the worshyr tree. She looks like she may be upset, her eyes are a little puffy as she regards the leaf. Once off the ship she takes the time to lock the ship behind her then continues to stand there beside the space vessel, still regarding the leaf.

      The smooth sound of leather and a heavy blaster rubbing is always a great sound to hear even in terrible circumstances such as this. Tyler's cigarette glows red as he takes a draw and lets it go allowing it a slow decent to the ground where his boot conquerors it and it's fire, the smoke from his last draw exits through his nostrils and some through his mouth as he speaks, "This had better been legitimate." He states, "I'd hate to have wasted that cigarette." He says, his weapon remains pointed at the ground, "Show me your ID bounty hunter." He requests his eyes shifting toward the hunter, "Everyone's got rights on Corellia."

      Donivan casually makes his way into the spaceport, by way of filthy back alleys. Upon arrival, he is already expecting the commotion that is taking place. John stays informed when it comes to visiting home. The Corellian Pirate casually strolls into the port. John's cold blue eyes glance around... Typical, guns and egoes in the Coronet spaceport. The only words Donivan hears upon entering the port are "Hunter, and Republic." As the words ring through his head, Don immediately starts eyeing the exits. Could the bastards be after him already? He's only missed trial by two days...

      Freya talks to the Corsec man "Sir, can I take my id card out?" She seems scared and nervous "I meet this person before, he was trying to arrest someone I know, I just wanted to make sure he wasn't a bad guy, that's all"

      Kiare is ready to mention that she knows Malaki, and who he is employed by, at least sometimes. But she stays quiet waiting patiently though her hand still rests on the blaster watching those involved carefully. The last time she wasn't careful Scaven nearly took her head off missing the Bothan he was shooting at. A finger against the Blaster verifies for her that it's on stun.

      Muttering quietly about the incompetance of civilian law enforcement, the hunter reaches into the unclipped pocket, the soft clattering of metal within metal and a moment later he withdraws a small datachip, tossing it to the CorSec officer, his eyes still do not leave Freya for a moment and as thus has not noticed Kiare standing just beyond his vision. "The officer isn't a judge Freya, he can't decide whether your innocent or not, only the legality of this arrest.!"
      Even over the distorting amplifiers his tone is clearly annoyed. "Would you mind if I placed my suspect in custody and /then/ we sorted out these details officer?" I'd rather know she's not going to run away whilst I satisfy you that I am who I say I am..."

      Kartijan's ears catch the phrase, 'Everyone's got rights on Corellia' and she turns toward where she heard the sounds, curious as to what has illicited the Need that it be spelled out. She spots a small group of people and moves a bit closer, not to interfere as to be able to better understand what is going on. She does not hide, but the sight of people with hands on guns stops her while she is still a number of feet away. She recognizes Malaki as the one who brought trouble to the Caspian Queen from the report her security guard had filed on the matter and moves the leaf carefully into one of the pouches on her belt. She realizes that she also recognizes a couple of the other people here and remains standing to one side watching.

      Tyler visibly sighs as he holsters his weapon and takes a look at the chip, everything looked good to him, he tosses it back, and draws a cigarette from a pack in his pocket and lights up. He takes a moment to take a few draws and then removes it from his mouth to speak.
      "Yeah the hunter is right I'm not a judge." He says with a smirk, "His credentials check out so he's got the legal right to take you in, so it is out of my hands honestly. She's all yours bounty hunter." He says and places his cigarette back into his mouth and turns around to walk away.
      "Blasted, hunters and their marks." He says with a sigh and pats Kiare's shoulder as he passes, "I'm heading back to my boat." He states to her with a wink, though of course his eyes spot Donivan, blast was it time for /that/ already. He shrugs and turns back to Kiare, "Change of plans doll, I got some business to take care off, how about you get that Coholl iced up and I'll be back in time to enjoy a few drinks with you. How does that sound?"

      Freya looks from one to the other "Please help me, please? Don't leave in the hands of a bounty hunter, I just tried to take care of a new friend so she wouldn't be hurt, I didn't know. I tried to get him to identify himself."

      Kiare smiles at Tyler and nods then shrugs at the 'mark', "Look, I'm with him. That makes me the last person you should be begging for clemency." A grin touches her features and she winks at Malaki, "Personally I'd rather be taken in by him than some of the other yahoos out there."

      Donivan's hands are near his blasters as he scurries through the port. John taps a small com device on his wrist. "Hunter in the port," he mutters, "stear clear." On his way toward the exit, John barely manages to catch sight of an old friend, who owes him breakfast... At least this trip will not be all business. A second later, and oddly enough a simple phrase in Mandalorian (of all the languages in the galaxy) escapes the pirate. "Twenty minutes to go."

      Malaki quite obviously isn't interested in Freya's pleas. From her attitude upon the beach other day this is probably some kind of act and he points to the wall with his free hand, the other still resting upon his Kylan. Tilting his helmet to the wall. "The wall Freya, hands on your head. I'll ask you one last time; are you carrying any weapons upon your person?" the voice that replies to them however brings a smile to the hunter's lips. Turning to face Kiare he nods in greeting, lips forming a blown kiss even though he is aware she can't see it, one eye remains on Freya the entire time. He laughs, although almost soft inside, the amplifiers demonise the sound as it enters the air. "Im a yahoo now?"