[hr][hr][center][color=#E6E6FA][h1]Alyra Vosrin[/h1][/color][/center][hr][hr]

For a moment Alyra's heart jumped at the possibilities. a captain meant a ship, and a ship meant a way off this rock. However it also meant going back to port where she was likely to get turned on. Yet with all the potential outcomes, she really didn't have another choice. So she reached down and helped this Ubese lift the device and simultaneously investigate what it was. She was able to reactive the repulsors by engaging them at 100 percent lift, unfortunately the power cell that ran the repulsor wasn't going to hold out for more than half an hour at this rate but it would make it effortless to push therefore faster, assuming they could get to the ship in that time. The device seemed to resemble a containment vessel of some sort but what material was inside it she couldn't tell, given where they were it was probably dangerous, likely explosive, and definitely valuable. The coolant leak seemed to get worse when it was elevated again as the hissing became louder so Alyra crimped the tube, whatever was in there had plenty of redundant cooling tubes so this one shouldn't matter but she gave her best scowl to insure that no one knew it was that superficial or they wouldn't need her to fix it.

As they began pushing the device into through the crowd toward the space port, Alyra began to think now about the challenge at hand: the Captain. Apparently everything depended on impressing this person, whoever they were, and apparently they liked people pretty. There were many things Alyra felt right now: The pain in her ankle causing her to limp slightly, the throbbing in her head, the throb of her clearly broken nose, the busted lip, the sharp pain running up her jaw, and the blood drying all down the front of her face, but not at all pretty. She considered trying to clean herself up and she straightend the pack on her pack and tried to wipe some blood off her face but then they passed by a glass store front and she caught a glimpse of herself. She looked horrible, busted lip, swollen eyes and face, blood all down her shirt. She cthoguht about taking a moment to set her nose but given current company she figured that if she lived long enough she would wait till she was in private to deal with more blood. So she resigned herself to meeting the captain looking like she lost a fight with a Wookie, and decided gathering information would be better.

[color=#E6E6FA]"So tell me, Who is your captain? Is it of a ship, do you have a crew? what is the the name of the ship and crew? and what kind of ship is it?" [/color] She ventured to ask in Ubese to her companion. Hoping for some indication of what to expect as the began to near the port, it looked like the repulsors would hold out.

[color=silver]"You ask too many questions. CR90 in the hanger. Come now, or test your luck with the guards."[/color] He responded in Ubese, and kept moving. Turning a corner they were now in sight of the entrance to the Spaceport.

Not a very chatty person but then again it could be her shitty understanding of the Ubese language. Either way she would just have to count on her charm and skill set to secure her way because her looks were not going to do it. Running her hands over her pack on her back as the approached the doors of the hanger, she could feel the grip of her pistol digging into her back and she felt the tips of her electro-batons sticking out of the bottom of the pack. She was as ready as she was ever going to be. Trying to to use her tongue to clean some of the blood off of her teeth, and checking to make sure they were all still there, she spit it into the sand. She began to push into the device as they entered the Spaceport and steeled herself. Whatever was next she would deal with it too. Whatever it took to get off this planet.

[color=#E6E6FA]"Alright, lead the way. Which hanger?"[/color] She asked, this time in basic, as they crossed the threshold and she ventured a glance back to her companion.