conversations: human
conversations:  STAR WARS 
   A Light in Dark Times   
   The shadow of the Dark Side has fallen upon many once-peaceful worlds.
  The Old Republic, once a beacon of freedom in the galaxy, has fallen into ruin.
  In its place, the Galactic Empire has begun its conquest in the name of Emperor Palpatine.
  
  Still rebuilding from the devastation of the Clone Wars, only a few worlds have
  refused the aid of the New Order. Others, shocked by the savagery of the New Order's
  rise to power, have struggled to remain neutral as resistance to the Empire begins to grow.
  The world of Sarrabahn, relatively unscathed by the Clone Wars, is one such place. Yet even now
  the insidious agents of the Emperor have begun their work to unroot the fledgling Rebellion there. 
   
conversations: Sylvre Phire:
conversations: human
conversations:  Fira 
  
  Fira sighed as she fastened the top button of her vest, then flipped her hair out of the garment, spraying water droplets behind her.
  
  The cancelled job.  It was part and parcel of the delivery business, but that didn't make it any more palatable.  She'd carried the spice all the way to Sarrabahn knowing there was more lucrative job waiting there, but during the time spent in hyperspace, the client had found another ship.  After paying the import taxes and docking fees, they'd barely made a profit on the spice.  Now, instead of having a milk run for easy credits, they were on a strange planet with nothing lined up.  The girl sighed and wiped the steam off the mirror, her own serious visage staring back at her.
  
  "  Today is a new day, and it'll be better than yesterday  ", she tried to convince herself.
  
  Fira stepped out of the bathroom, the sharp scent of the exotic spice still lingering in the air, and crossed to where her boots lay, strewn where she'd pulled them off the previous night.  Wanting nothing more than to stay in the ship and relax, she forced herself to put the footwear back on, tucking her dark pants into the worn leather.
  
  " Tressam! Dalik!  I'm heading into town to look for work, " she called, listening for a response.
  
  "  Worst case, we can always pick up some passengers,  " she thought.
  
  On her way to the docking ramp, Fira spied some leftover food, which represented the majority of their profit from the spice run.  Thinking better of starting the day on an empty stomach, the young captain sat down to have a few bites to eat.
conversations: Thundercracker:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tressam  
  
  Hearing Fira's voice woke Tressam up from his almost meditive state of working. After carefully placing the Droid parts back into their respective containers, Tressam left the little make-shift work area of the cargo hold.
  The gaunt silver Mon Calamari in his usual shipsuit entered the compartment of the ship where Fira was eating a few seconds after she had sat down to eat. The shipsuit was beginning to be a little rough around the edges, but Tressam obviously did what he could to maintain it. He had left his tools - somewhat uncommon for him - at the workstation, and currently only carried a single datapad attached to his belt. His easy features and current state of mind gave him a tranquil look, and he smiled as he made eye contact with Fira.
  
  He sat down in front of her and collected a small amount of food on a plate.  "Please, no more spices."  the Tressam gurgled - a tendency he had when he was not fully awake - as he made swift eye contact once again with Fira.  "The residue of them irritates my airways."  He then began taking small bites of the food, obviously still not accoustmed with non-Mon Calamari food.
conversations: Shadowleaf:
conversations: human
conversations:  Fira 
  
  The young captain smirked wryly.
  
  " Alright, no more spice, at least until we upgrade the air filters, " Fira said.
  
  She took another bite, then dropped what remained of the food back onto the plate and sighed.
  
  " Sorry about the job, Tress, " she said, looking directly at the mon calamari " we might be stuck here for a while until we can find some more work, but look at the bright side, you'll have time to get that humidifier for your bunk up and running, right? "
  
  Fira gave a half-hearted smile, clearly attempting to cast the situation in the best possible light.
conversations: Thundercracker:
conversations: human
conversations:  Tressam  
  Tressam smiled gently.  "That's a luxury, not a necessity, but thinking of a real bath makes my barbles jingle."  He chuckled loudly to make the barbles on his chin shake.
  
   "I have no problems with staying here for a while. I'm passing my free time building that droid I was talking about, and there is little difference working on it whilst docked, or working on it whilst flying."  He eased his face into a half-crooked smile.  "Truth be told, it's easier to work on it while docked. Less... Shaking." 
conversations: Shadowleaf:
conversations: human
conversations:  Fira 
  
  Fira gave a small laugh as she smiled, genuinely this time.
  
  " I'd call it a necessity if we want to take on spice runs,"  she said as she walked to the water dispenser and filled a container," maybe we'll make new air filters a requirement for the job. "
  Fira tilted her head back as she took several long swallows, then briefly chewed her lip in thought.
  
  " What did you say that droid was going to do when it's done? " she asked.
conversations: Thundercracker: