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Open Beyond The Stars

As Cuzakji took his vodka from the attendant, he looked over at the communicator on his arm. The communicator included a PDA and clock feature built in. It was 5 minutes past 8:00 local time. "He's late," the Kreel grunted to himself, sighing. He dipped his conical-shaped muzzle into his glass and slurped up a little of the alcoholic beverage. Another Kreel, a female, happened to enter the bar about this time, but he didn't pay much attention at first. She was kind of cute, but it wasn't like they were the only Kreel that happened to stop by a joint like this.

A couple minutes later, a human, tall and dark, dressed in a dark-brown raincoat and small brown hat, walked into the bar. He looked around for a moment, glanced at a slip of paper he held in his hand, just barely out from the long coat, then looked around again. Noticing Cuzakji, he finally walked over to him, pulling over a normal human chair and sitting in it.
"Cuza?" he asked, in a soft voice, almost a whisper. His combination beard/mustache hid most details of his mouth.
"You're late, Erin," Cuzakji replied.
"Yeah, yeah. Did you bring the shipment?"
"Of course.. And you have the money?"
"It's being wired to your account as we speak."
"Good..." Cuzakji pulled out a small pouch from a pocket connected to his communicator. He slid it over to the human.
"Pleasure doing business with you. And if you're interested, a friend of mine might just have a job for you." The human gave Cuza a computer chip. "Call him sometime."
The human stood back up and left the nightclub, just as the current song ended.
 
((Erm, sorry to nag or anything, but was my form accepted?))
 
((Aah.. Apologies for that, sort of slipped me last night. ^^; Yes, you're good to go~

...Wish I wasn't on my way out the door so I could add a new RP post to this.. xD Eep))
 
High above a small rocky world, the Nautiloida drifted in a parking orbit. Inside, a cargo shuttle had landed in the main bay. A hatch in the top of the forward section opened, and a bulbous shape emerged. The thing was a fiery orange, and was dripping water as a mass of tentacles drew outwards from the shuttle. As the appendages fully emerged from the shuttle, the hatch slammed shut with a clang. The creature turned to reveal a small, amost parrot-like beak and a pair of bright eyes, which looked almost human, apart from the irises, which were a deep vivid purple. Aluarira rose up through the cargo decks, and towards the front of the ship. Passing up onto the lowest passenger deck, she travelled along and through a doorway. The doors closed and water flooded into the chamber. Aluarira seemed almost to visibly relax as she was immersed in the liquid. The doors on the far side of the airlock opened, and the Oomari swam up through the decks and into the bridge unit, settling by the flight controls.

The Nautiloida's engines powered up, and the ship began to move, slowly at first, but accelerating as it moved away from the planet. Suddenly with a flash the ship appeared to vanish. Aluarira and her cargo were on their way to their next destination.
 
Initialising Rush autopilot. Please select a destination.

"Where do you think, Eiipa? Lots of stuff to do. There's that shipment of iron sheets that those weapons manufacturers on Shaadri were looking for, then that big crate of spices is headed for Koshin, and - what, you want to go to Koshin?"

The purple monkey-like creature nodded twice. "Well, okay," continued Desyr, "If you say so. Koshin."

He said the last word loudly and clearly while holding in a button on the ship's main control panel.

Affirmative. Plotting co-ordinates for planet Koshin.

The ship's four engines began to rumble as they heated up, and a blue glow emanated from them for a few moments, until with a whoosh they burst into life, sending the ship rocketing off into the darkness of space.
 
Wandering into the pub, Rin took notice the the relative apathy of the humans to her appearance. It was obvious they were more accustomed to her species than the more inner-system humans, who tended to come off a bit uneasy. There was even another Kreel at the counter at the time, who copped a quick glance but was wrapped up in his own dealings, whatever they may be.
K'Iera was sitting on Rin's back under her cloak, peering out occasionally but otherwise remaining hidden - Rin thought it was best to do so for the time being. She was a little fidgety, however, the music playing throughout the nightclub seemed to either catch her attention or annoy her.
Wandering closer to the counter, the Kreel went to take a seat of his own. Tapping the counter lightly and flashing a credit chip Rin spoke to the barkeep behind the counter. "Long as it's strong huh?" She was about out of cash and knew she'd more than likely be spending the night here. "Oh and.. Know of anything interesting to.. do, around here? Bit short ya know?"
The barkeep just glared for a moment before going to dig behind the counter to look for what no doubt was the most expensive drink he could squeeze off the credits offered.
"...What'd I say?... Eh." Checking at her wrist console, she tapped into it quickly hoping it had picked up the local time. "8:06.. yeah under what system?.. Oh screw, like it matters." Reaching for the drink the barkeep had slid to her, Rin took a look around. She hoped someone might know something useful, but it didn't seem like a very good idea asking most of them. Perhaps the Kreel, though.. She somewhat mindlessly looked over to him as a human got up from the same table and left the club, the song switching over and K'Iera nudging around a bit in response.
 
Captain Lehrer walked onto the bridge of the Ionia. "Good morning, crew, I hope that you are ready to go. Helmsman, take us from port." The ship slowly started moving away. "Hail the Terran Naval Force, and tell them that we are En Route to Kashin." The message was sent and the helmsman relayed "They wished us luck and said that we are free to go."
"Good, let's get going. As soon as we are clear go to Warp 8, and give me an ETA." They pulled away from the port, and then went to warp. Captain Lehrer touched his comm badge and said, "Mr. Lahz to the bridge, please." Captain Lehrer sat down in his Captain's Chair and waited for Lahz.
 
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Mark wiped the sweat off of his cheek. He hated the tropics. They were too hot! How his current employer could stand it was beyond him. Pompeii seemed to be enjoying herself, though. The Numel was slowly trotting to their destination, her eyes less droopy than normal. He adjusted the Melimariian carrier, little more than an orb of blue light, that he was holding. Inside was a Polarian Pachirisu, its light purple paws scrabbling against its container, looking around in hyper amusement. Mark saw his employer, another Melimarii, waving to him. He walked over to her, and wordlessly handed her the Pachirisu. It was always tough letting go of his little charges, whom he always took care of from infancy. The female passed him her card and typed in her Integalactic Personal Information Numeral, allowing Mark to pass the card through his scanner, transfering a preset amount of credits into his account. Mark thanked his employer for her buisness, and set of in the sweltering heat for his ship, the Sirius ALPHA, and soon reached it. Hopping off of his Numel and returning her to his Friend Ball, specially designed by galaxy-famous Pokeball designer Sari Kirt, Mark jumped into his ship and powered up his anti–grav, shooting like a plasma bolt into the sky. Mark checked his power, than jump-drived into hyperspace.
 
Another song started in the night pub, a quick and upbeat tune that sounded vaguely Melimarii with its trills and clicks. People – a few humans, Kreels, Quintok, and even a Oomari in special water tank – chatted amongst themselves. None of them had paid any attention to the little exchange between the light blue Kreel and the human; those things were common in the pub, and they preferred to mind their own business. A few did look up as the human left, but they soon resumed to their own activities.

Nobody noticed the Drall. Of course, Dralls are very good at making themselves hard to notice; their ability to change their shape and color at will is what makes a Drall a Drall. The creature – if one can call it that – detached itself from the bottom of the human’s chair and slid on to the ground. The Drall quivered curiously like jelly and suddenly morphed into a crumpled beer can right by the Kreel’s foot.
 
As the human he had been talking with left, Cuzakji sighed. He didn't like or trust the guy, but hey, money is money. He took another long slurp of vodka and leaned back. He glanced back and saw a female Kreel, the last one that had entered, was looking at him, but his gaze was averted when he heard a little beeping sound, a signal his communicator was picking up an incoming transmission. Cuzakji tapped a small button on the side of it, and a picture of a Flygon showed up on the screen, wearing a small communications headset.

Vell was situated inside an odd-looking cockpit inside the dragon ship, Starlight. There were no windows, but a large screen in front of the Flygon displayed an image directly received from Star... just whatever the dragon herself was seeing. Starlight was perched in the middle of a small park, in plain sight except for the fact her cloaking armor was on. She had a good, unobstructed view of the nearby marketplace, including the nightclub that Cuzakji had entered... and something was amiss.

"Cuza," Vell told Cuzakji through the communicator. "Watch yourself. Star's picking up possible police activity. Cerberus is back now. We're just waiting for you and the Drall."
"All right," Cuzakji replied in a low whisper. "I'm almost done. I'll be out shortly."

The male Kreel dumped the remainder of his drink into his large maw, guzzling it like it was a milder drink, like beer. He twitched slightly, but seemed to remain in control of his facilities. He then stood up and started to head for the door, but noticed the female Kreel still seemed to be watching him. Cuzakji turned his head to her and asked, in a somewhat abrupt, though soft voice. "You looking for something? Whacha need?"
 
The Ionia pulled up to the planet, Kashin, for some routine patrol duties and checking who and what are going in and out of the area. A small cargo ship pulled up next near the planet. "Hail them." Captain Lehrer said to to the Helmsman. "State your name and and your buisness here." he commanded.
 
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Huh, why did you edit a 3 hour old post? Particularly after several others had posted.
 
The Drall – or more accurately, the beer can – didn’t move. It sat there patiently as the light blue Drall talked to someone on his communicator. The voice was the one of a Flygon, probably Cuzakji’s beloved Vell. The Flygon was the one who stayed on their spaceship to monitor the surroundings while deals like this were being made; one can never be too careful.

The Kreel stood up started to leave. The crumpled beer can quivered as it prepared to transform into a move moveable shape, but stopped again as a female Kreel approached. The female was pinkish orange in color with obsidian armor, and she looked a bit confused. Perhaps she had one drink too many, or else she just had a rough ride through hyperspace.

The beer can patiently waited for the conversation to end. The music continued to play in the pub; this time, it was a slower melody, probably from Polaris. A small security telescreen blinked, showing a few police patrolling outside. A pub always attract trouble, and the police know that; they gather around pubs like flies around rotten meat, waiting for a chance to pounce on the unfortunate drunk and earn some money.
 
"Huhwha?-" Rin snapped back into attention somewhat as she noticed the male Kreel had made his way to her. "Whoa, barely even into my first drink, isn't it a little early for you to be hitting on-" She stopped mid sentence as she was able to process what he actually had said.
"Ooh.. Oh! Actually.. Yeah. You seem to know the local dealings yeah? Bit short you know? Where's a quick credit when you need it.." She was somewhat awkward and felt to be dealing a little too bluntly. She wasn't so used to dealing with the more underworld sort (Despite her previous location, dishwashing didn't pick up much smooth talk) as it could be told the run down little pub housed, and wasn't so sure how to approach asking. Glancing over his shoulder, Rin glanced at a crumpled beer bar under the table the male Kreel had been sitting at - sighing remembering the nights spent with packs of sloppy patrons flooding the run down joints - but decided against bringing it up, was frivolous anyway.
 
Cuzakji gave a quick chuckle, but responded seriously. "Quick credit? There's no such thing. You'd be best to just keep yourself clean."

Outside, however, a few human police gathered, analyzing the place. Visual scans confirmed the Kreel's identity. The cops began to converge. However, Cuzakji noticed them as well. He looked down at the 'beer can' and spoke to the Drall. "Crap... we need a distraction... meet me on the roof in 2 minutes."

"Police! Freeze!" The cops yelled, closing in on the bar, standard pulse rifles drawing. Cuza grabbed the female Kreel's wrist, and ordered, "Cloak yourself, and come with me." He pressed a button on his communicator with his other hand, activating his cloaking device. As he effectively disappeared from sight, he started to run, trying to drag her arm and get her to keep up with him.
 
"Erf- What're you-" Rin was taken aback by the suddeness of it all, but she didn't waste any more time activated her own cloak with a somewhat struggled reach being dragged along. She knew from being on the side herself that law enforcement had no trouble being indiscriminate, and as it is she already looked to be running alone. K'Iera barked in a surprised tone and hung on tightly as the two were dragged along, now shrouded and invisible.
"I sure know how to pick them.." Rin thought to herself, trying to keep up best she should. "Wonder how today could get any more 'interesting'"
 
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