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[right][b][color=00aeef]Keldabe Space Port // Mandalore // Mandalore Sector[/color][/b]
[sup][sup]Mentioning [@Chev][/sup][/sup][/right]
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[color=gray]"We'll add them to the database, and make sure we catch them on their way offworld."[/color] The Mandalorian Clone gave a slight salute, before taking the data-drive back into the security office of the space-port. Crossfire was left standing in a marginally populated segment of the space-port near the entrance, looking up to see a few straggling ships still seeming to funnel tourists in... but at this point, most of the travel seemed to be planetside already. Crossfire had been busy, his digital ticket-book filling up with violations and transgressions as more and more drunk foreigners seemed to be forgetting all sense of laws and decency... not that the locals were particularly better about staying out of trouble. Though, not even a stickler for rules like Crossfire was dumb enough to go citing every bar fight and street brawl... those were just part of the festivities. He set his scanners on thefts, but this was growing stale. Crossfire turned to his nearby speeder, ready to head back to the heart of the festivities.

[color=Lightsteelblue]{"Crossfire... are you still at the spaceport?"}[/color]

The Commando stopped, his Captain's voice coming in over his comms. [color=00aeef]"Yes, sir."[/color]

[color=Lightsteelblue]{"Clan Keldau reached out... our long range scanners are picking up a distress beacon travelling through hyperspace towards Mandalorian space. It's not one of ours... and Keldau doesn't want to cause a scene by sending a cruiser to investigate and cause a stir in front of the Corellians and Imperials."}[/color]

[color=00aeef]"What are your orders?"[/color]

[color=Lightsteelblue]{"I'm sending you the coordinates. Intercept the ship, board it, and investigate. Report back whatever you find."}[/color]

Crossfire smirked underneath his helmet, returning to his speeder and mounting it swiftly as he switched it on. [color=00aeef]"Order received, sir. Crossfire, rolling out."[/color]
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[right][b][color=82ca9d]Keldabe Administrative District // Mandalore // Mandalore Sector[/color][/b]
[sup][sup]Interacting with [@Sep][/sup][/sup][/right][hr]

[color=lightblue]"I'm afraid we might have to postpone the tour of the cruiser. There's some form of state-function party going on that I'm expected to attend. Are you attending?"[/color]

Ro Nuul looked towards the setting sun himself, nodding softly as Koren mentioned the festivities. [color=82ca9d]"I will most likely be attending, yes."[/color] He heard a slight beeping sound coming from a pocket in his robe, politely bowing a little as he reached towards it. [color=82ca9d]"Pardon me... a moment."[/color]

Ro Nuul reached in and fetched a small pocket data-pad, quickly looking over the message he had been sent. He sighed, nodding slowly, before turning back to Koren. [color=82ca9d]"My apologies... but yes, I do intend to attend the festivities. Unfortunately, it appears those aristocratic colleagues of mine will not take no for an answer... I have been selected by a number of them to manage a charitable organization. It is not as thrilling nor as important as being nobility, but it seems it comes with its own responsibilities and obligations."[/color] Hidden beneath the goggles and breathing apparatus was an inkling of a sly grin, which was then followed by a more formal nod of his head. The Jedi master reached out a hand towards Koren Omi-Ren for a handshake. [color=82ca9d]"I do hope my politics have not bored you, Prince Omi-Ren. And I do hope to catch you at the festivities. If not... the datapad I have given you should have my contact details. I am always willing to do what I can to aid a fellow survivor."[/color]