The Next Move

[bravesirrobin]

[You won't be able to get whatever you want, but you can certainly get alot. And all of those things should be available.]

[shrubbery]

'Y'lemon, why don't you go and see what might be available? We'll draw up a shopping list. If there's anything we can't get as a freebie let me know and me and Jackal can have a scout round some alternative sources. Oh, and while you're talking to people, find out what you can about the Heldarine system. Don't be too obvious, though. We'll do the same.'

Once he's looked over the charts with Siaz and planned the outline of their route onto the prison planet Raffie leaves the Sullustan to work out the details while he disappears with Jarakel into some of the less reputable bars in the area (I'm guessing Raffie will already know some underworld contacts on Coruscant) and starts finding out what he can about the economics and significance of the Heldarine system besides moliev circuits. He also investigates black market prices on all the equipment on the list.

[johandenerad]

As he and Raffie hit the wretched hives of scum and villainy in search of information and equipment, Jarakel feels uneasy, and keeps his hand near his blaster at all times. He's never liked Coruscant. Whether it's the drab, stifling lower levels or the regal open spaces up above the whole planet just seems backwards to him, incapable of sustaining itself without others to provide for it. Slinking through downtown after downtown, he hopes the New Republic will do something to provide for the people down here.

[Learned Hand]

Even as the crew of The Hidden Sun go into the seedy underbelly of Coruscant, Y'Lemon heads to the upper crust, reflecting that although it is not really any less seedy, everybody smells nicer and there are canapes.

He sees some of his contacts, trying to wrangle some sort of advance of equipment or credits for the ship and her crew, ostensibly in the name of various legitimate concerns with Alliance sympathies. Unfortunately, with Durren gone a lot of Y'Lemon's own influence seems to have gone as well. He is after all, now an aide with nobody to aid.

After several completely unsuccessful meetings Y'Lemon decides to cut his losses. He's sure that Nawara and Emtrey can get them most of what they need, and the longer he spends talking to these bureacrats, the more danger the prisoners are in.

[Learned Hand]

Y'Lemon looks at his watch. The others are late. It feels like he's been waiting for days!