Bubble and Squeak Cantina

Dice followed the crew, albeit slowly and ignoring everything until the door opened and her eyes narrowed on a seat. Erly was sitting, and the blonde was silent. Odd she felt like the female would talk often. Perhaps it was the company? Dice's clothes rustled as she took a seat, the hood on her cloak was not up, and the bottoms of her skirt could be seen as she sat.

Giving nods of greeting to each of the crew members as they arrive, Neassa turns her t-visor towards Silas when he asks what her plan is, her lips pursed in thought unseen beneath her buy'ce as she considers how to answer the question given how little she actually knows about the situation they will be facing since she was not present when the crew made the deal with Juvex. Knowing where they will be delivering the slaves and what type of security presence they need to factor in are things they will need to know, but Neassa and Spectre have conducted enough similar operations to make laying out the broad strokes of a plan for now easy enough to do. Her plan will need to be flexible, Neassa thinks as she considers the best way to approach the impending op, and one that minimizes the risk of the Draykon crew being connected to whatever needs to be done to free the slaves and make the slavers rethink their profession, assuming any are left standing at all.

Those thoughts pass through her mind quickly enough that there is little to no pause between the time Silas asks the question to when Neassa answers in a dry, confident tone that suggests she is no stranger to the type of business being discussed, We'll all travel to Kessel in the Shadow, and set down somewhere far enough away from the delivery point that we won't be detected to offload Spectre's ship. Westy::, she gestures towards Trent, ::will stay with Spectre's ship along with anyone that will be on the assault team while the crew that will be making the delivery heads out to do their thing. Spectre and I will jump from the Shadow using our jetpacks before they reach the delivery point so that we can get into position to get some intel on what kind of external security they have in place. The crew making the delivery will be our eyes on the inside, and can comm Westy with what they observe after they get paid and depart. The Shadow will make for orbit, jump someplace not too far out, and then wait for the assault team to rendezvous with them when the strike has been completed. That should keep the assault from being connected to the Draykon crew in anyway. When we judge enough time has passed, or when the circumstances seem ideal, Westy will bring the rest of the assault team in to link up with me and Spectre, then we make our play.::  It should go without saying, but Neassa says anyway, ::How exactly we make the assault will depend on what we learn when we get eyes on our target, but that's the way I think we should go about it up to that point.::  Reminding herself that she isn't leading the crew, and that they might not like following her lead given that she is a total stranger to nearly all of them, Neassa invites them to share their thoughts, saying, ::If any of you have thoughts about what we might add to or change about that idea, let's hear them.

I just stare blankly at him for a moment. He does have a point. The first thing I did was to go flying, and crashing, right into my head. What was I thinking?!?

Well at least he is entertained, the way he laughs. I do get a few looks when we're inside, I'm really small (even more so when next to him), and my attire doesn't really inspire belief that I might be older than I look, but I like my chosen attire.

There's a blonde girl who gives me a considering look, along with a Nagai. We're going to their table. So, looks like I'm meeting dad's friends. There's a lady who has armor that looks like dad's, and she's talking about transporting slaves and then rescuing them in a two-pronged attack. That's interesting. I abhor violence. I don't know how I know that, but I don't think violence should be had by any. Still, maybe I can help, so I shoot my hand up to get the lady's attention and ask, "Uhm...how big is your ship? 'cause I have a big one, really big. Maybe I can transport you there."

Probably not my smartest choice, as it is, I'm not even sure I'm supposed to be out of the hospital yet. I did just wake up from a coma, and there could be so many unforeseen circumstances. Plus, I'm not sure I'm actually qualified to fly anything...

The Nagai leans forward to shake Trent's hand firmly when offered, nodding in lieu of verbally replying to the man's greeting. Taking a drink from her ale as Trent mimes shaking hands with the occupant of the empty seat, occupied in her mind by Anzhelina, the Nagai watches the empty air when Trent asks about where the nickname Connie comes from as though listening to the answer the occupant of the empty chair gives. The answer, occurring solely in the Nagai's delusional version of reality, will necessarily be left to the imaginations of the other crew members, and is apparently too long an explanation for the Nagai, who lifts a hand as though to silence the occupant of the empty chair, telling said illusory occupant, "I think they get the general idea Anzhelina." They will have plenty of time to share stories, like the one explaining why Trent addresses Neassa as 'Commander', during the journey to Kessel in the Nagai's opinion, that journey being one she would prefer to begin undertaking sooner than later. Trent brings up valid concerns, to be sure, and the Nagai is sure that if they sat here long enough they could think of endless other 'what-if's' to take into account so that they have a plan for nearly any eventuality imaginable. While there is something to be said for having such plans in place so that things going off the rails at any point does not leave anyone wondering what to do, the Nagai believes it is also true that trying to plan for all possible permutations of how events will play out is a fool's errand, and could lead to panic when an unexplored possibility arises rather than one that has.

Addressing the young red haired female's question first, the Nagai informs her in the low, gruff voice she has been using, "Our ship is a Wayfarer, 82 meters. The idea of traveling to Kessel with the Shadow, inside of which the Mandalorian's ship sits, inside the female's ship - like a set of nesting dolls - has its appeal, but the Nagai elects to leave that decision on the table since there is some disagreement about how they will handle the two arrival of the two teams. Her tone indicating she is not dismissing his concerns, the Nagai tells Trent, There may very well be a better way to go about things, you are correct. Until we have had the chance to see what it is we are up against, however, trying to plan things in any more depth than we have feels premature. If the location looks well protected enough that additional reconnaissance would increase the chances of success, we can abort, take the time to reconnoiter it more thoroughly, and adjust our plan accordingly. Addressing the other members of the crew she assumes were possibly with Draykon when the arrangements for the job were made in case they know anything useful, the Nagai asks, Did Captain Draykon tell anyone any details about the location where the delivery is to be made, or about who it is we are making the delivery to?"

"Mmh..." was the first noise Erly made ever since greeting Trent Weston. She'd simply been listening in and weighing out everything that was said so far. She certainly took interest in how Trent addressed Neassa as a commander. So some of these people have obvious history with each other. Then there was that young girl again. She made Erly and Grisha look tall compared to her. But more interestingly, was that she apparently had a big ship. In the first place, she shouldn't be in a cantina, and the next thing was how could someone as young as her be owning a ship? Unless this girl was some pampered heiress or princess with that kind of credits to throw around. Even then that was a bit of a stretch.

One of the nunas hooted and hopped over Erly's foot as she shifted her position suddenly.

Grisha seemed to be listening to no one in particular when she suddenly addressed someone by the name of Anzhelina. Hmmm...

Erly never imagined that joining up with Adrien on Juvex would have such interesting results. The kinds of people he brought together, even unknowingly it was interesting. She felt certain that he would have been impressed if he could see them all now. So she thought. When Grisha inquired about whether anyone else had been given more information by Adrien about this deal, Erly played back her entire recollection of meeting Adrien the first time. He had made no mention to her about it, and she had been brought along to be a scope for passengers.

"The only people who knew anything about this deal with the slaves would have been Captain Draykon, Fenrir, and...him." she gestured politely towards Spectre, the hulking Mandalorian. As she remembered, based on conclusions and evidence that provided her with the means to make some guesswork, Adrien, Fenrir, and Spectre had been in contact prior to her. Meaning, that they would know more about this whole involvement with the slaves. And since Adrien's thoroughly incapacitated, and Fenrir's just disappeared like a ghost, that left Spectre, with whatever he might know or remember on their first meet on Juvex, which wasn't exactly more than a day-and-a-half ago, so the memory should still be fresh.

She leaned over towards Silas, the Outlander, and whispered to him, "Juvex Imports deals in just about everything, including slaves. Based on what Grisha said earlier, I guess Captain Draykon had no idea he was being paid to transport them."

Just then, her order for Corellian Spiced Crunchies arrived (she'd made a quick order on the way in) and took a bite. She liked to associate all her memories with food, and this was her way of recording everything that was said here today, to be tucked away for reference later, should she eat the same food again on another day, she would recall this event.

Around then, a thought occurred to her, as she began to recall her observation of the slaves. They had unusual markings on their bodies, and an almost robotic behavior. She had to wonder "What happens once they're free? The slaves. What is your plan after they're free?"