Lama asks over the comm. "Can I take off now?"

"This doesn't seem like the best time for that Lama," Larik replies.

Naught chimes in on the comm as serenely as possible, "Indeed, this Gand is currently trying to convince ground control of our peaceful intentions. Please refrain from doing anything that could be construed as demonstrating hostile intent."

"Fine. I'm going to look around the cargo hold behind the cockpit then."

"Well you ain't parking here Missy" the operator rudely states before turning off the comms.

"Well then, you're gonna need a place to land are you?" Comes a mysterious new transmission.

"Indeed we are," Naught responds over the comm, motioning for Larik to try to locate the signal, "Can you point us to a suitable landing zone?"

"Yeah, you can use my roof, you're what, two fighters and an extremely light freighter?" And he sends his location on the other side of the city, past the crashed star cruiser that crashed about a week ago and ended the Rebel presence here. The word Atatarka across it's side.

"Thank you, we will be coming in presently," Naught responds with gratitude. She then tilts her head for a moment as if in thought, mutes the comm, and turns to the others in the cockpit. "It just now occurs to this Gand that the vocoder this Gand uses may have caused those on the ground to arrive at some unfounded conclusions. Hopefully they are not too taken aback."

Khit chuckles "I'm sure its going to be fine.. I'll be in the barn saddling Gup incase we have a walk ahead of us"

She quietly ducks through the door and into the cramped hold, happy to be away from the stench in the cockpit, much preferring the smell of her non-sentient mount. She feeds Gup a little snack, then loads up the saddle, leaving the camping equipment behind, "We are landing in a town Gup, no need for you to carry those around today" He gently muzzles into her hand, looking for more to eat.

Larik checks the scanners to make sure the transmission is coming from the coordinates of the building to which they've been directed.

He nods to Wale and Naught to indicate that it is and when they've looked away pats the interior pocket of his smuggler's coat to reassure himself his lightsaber is still there.

"I'm heading back to my bunk to get my gear in order," he says, getting up and moving toward the hallway that leads deeper in to the ship.

"Hopefully we've found a friend here," he adds, over his shoulder.

Naught calls back to Larik: "Please check the status of our speeder bike and wilderness survival kit. This Gand wants to be ready to respond to further communications or attacks, but it should be confirmed that those necessities are ready."

Naught turned back to her controls, tensely watching the scanner for any signs that enemy fighters had taken notice of them as they made their way to the planet.

"No problem," Larik says to Naught.

He loads his stimpacks and blaster reload into the various pockets in his coat and heads to the cargo hold for the speeder.

Opening the backpack slung across the driver's seatback, he can tell everything is in order with the survivial kit, but looking at the swoop he frowns. He moves to the front of it and then to the side, just looking at it. He looks down the corridor toward the cockpit and then glances around the bay looking for security cameras. Khit is on the other side of the hold, but her full attention is with Gupgup and if she's even noticed he's here, she's given no indication of such. Satisfied that no one can see him, he steps a bit closer to it and kneels down a bit beside it, squinting.

Under his breath, "I have no idea what I'm even supposed to be checking on this thing."

Finally he settles for making sure the sidecar is securely attached and thumbs his comlink.

"Naught, everything looks just fine to me. I think we're all set to land and see what our host has to say."

Wale sets the HWK down by the coordinates given to him by the transmitter, you note that you're on the far side of town, deep in the ruins of the old city,where the native species live in their huts, surrounded by guns, death, and violence. The Transmitter, one of the natives, invites you into his home. You take notice of his lack of legs as he scoots about in a wheeled trolley, obviously having difficulties entering and exiting his own home. You can't help but feel pity (If you're a lightsider) for the poor turtle-like humanoid, he does not appear to have a mate in which to help him.

Feeling pity Khit offers help "Can i help you there" as she asks she takes her time looking around, taking in the destruction and suffering

"Yeah, the old man needs some help, thank you, I'm getting to old for this bantha pudu," he accepts the help and offers a room for all of you, "Now, tell me, why did you come here, of all places, on a mission of mercy? This world has known nothing but war, just look around you, even we, the native Krogen of this planet, have known war our entire existance."

Larik looks around the room an realizes there aren't enough chairs for everyone, which actually is perfect for how he wants to treat the situation.

Taking a knee and making sure his head is lower than the old being's, Larik tries to exude a feeling of calm and friendliness through the Force.

"Firstly, we want to thank you for letting us land and extending us your hospitality," Larik says, smiling warmly. "My name is Larik Desh and to be honest with you friend, we're still a bit fuzzy on why we've been called here. My friends and I received a communication from a being residing on this planet saying she needed to be relieved of her current duties on this planet and needed our help to do so. Beyond that, we haven't had much to go on. We're not even sure how she found us or why she chose us.

"Have you ever heard of anyone described as a babysitter, or anything like that?"

Naught looked around the planet as they left the ship and followed the Krogan into his home. The planet was obviously war-scarred when viewed from orbit, but it was quite another thing to see it up close. There were craters and ruins everywhere, and the lack of vegetation due to the conflict was contributing to some severe dust storms. This was a planet that had been in pain for so long that it had gone numb. Naught thought back to the Zabrak that had summoned them here, who wanted "off this godsforsaken planet" she was "babysitting" and had to wonder. Was it already this bad when she arrived, or did this happen under her watch? Was her flippant frustration the result of a well-meaning guardian who had toiled fruitlessly for too long on a conflict beyond her abilities, or did she simply not care about this planet and its inhabitants? Naught knew she should reserve judgment, as she was far from understanding the full context of what was going on, but it was hard not to question the motives of the individual who had called them here.

As Larik addressed the Transmitter, Naught noted with respect the lengths he was going to to show respect and decency to the Krogan who had given them space to land. She worried, however, that he was playing with his cards too close to his chest. Such a vague description was unlikely to ring any bells with the Krogan, so Naught decided to take the calculated risk of adding to Larik's description. Already being shorter than everyone present, she merely stood next to Larik and added: "When we spoke to her, she was wearing a distinctive silver hood, if that sounds like anyone you know."

The Krogen, after he has you seated, or well, most of you, he answers your question, "No, I do not know of a 'Zabrek' nor of any silver hooded woman, then again, I don't get out much," He gestures to his stumps, "But it does sound like you need to go into town, and with the security heightened there, your going to have to fight your way in." He pauses, "I bet you have been wondering why the planet is in such a state of distress, the answer is, it always has, for at least 200,000 years. It is what makes us Krogen such tough folk, as both the planet and the people on it will try to kill you. War is always a constant here, the sides just change."

What are the current main factions?

"Thank you for the warning," Naught's vocoder intoned as she briefly turned to catch Larik's eye. She reached up to adjust her goggles and swept her hand over the crown of her head before turning back to the Krogan. Gesturing at Lama, she adds "If security is heightened, is there an offensive underway, or does one of the factions have reason to close ranks?" Naught tucks her hands back into her sleeves and tilts her head thoughtfully, "This Gand is not sure how we will find out what we need to know if everyone is shooting rather than talking."

"Well the current factions are us, the native Krogen, the Empire, granted it did just split and the Rebellion on the planet. The way I hear it you're walking into the central capital, held by a neutral party and a constant battleground, but then again, where on this planet isn't a battlefield?" He pauses then scoots away, retrieving something from a chest, "You, yes you the Green Tenticley haired thingy (OOC: Khit Ne), you look strong and I am old, accept my ancestral weapon as I have no children to pass it down to. Her name is Vera, and she has saved my live countless times, and if anyone asks where you got it, tell them, that Wrex gave it to you."

Khit approaches Wrex, studying his unfamiliar face, looking for any hint of treachery. Not seeing anything (or not knowing what to see!) she reaches out, taking the weapon Vera from the old veteran "Thank you". She hefts it and studies it closely.

Does she recognise it or know of familiar weapons?

Khit feels the weight of the rifle, she's never held a gun that launches projectiles, and the grenade launcher gives it a different balance to her normal. But it's not uncomfortable, and careful of who is around her she aims out a window to a distant object, it feels good to hold. The ammunition is intriguing to her, something about it seems different, "these rounds? They seem different somehow, they have a coating of something?"

She then checks over the grenade launcher underneath, noting the quality of workmanship and the ease to reload and fire. It looks to be able to hold a single round, but she can see straight away another could be made to fit quite easily.

"Vera is an impressive weapon Wrex, I thank you deeply for your gift. Others must recognise this as yours, I will tell them of your kindness"

"I don't know if the rounds are different, we just scrounge up whatever we can from the ground. It came in very helpful against those a**holes with laser swords and white f**ks 20 years ago," He smiles, "Vera is impressive, closest thing I had to a wife, it meant that much to me, but I cant use it anymore, so you take it, and treat her well, and she'll do the same."

"Oh I will look after her"

Khit is a little alarmed by his calm approach to violence, what kind of place is this? Ammo just laying on the ground!

"So we head toward the centre of the city, but how far is that? And are there any safe places along the way? Where could we get food and shelter?"