We are the Imp- The voice on the comm started before abruptly cutting off. When it returned it sounded more clam. This is the Drake , with ... Kiev Security Forces.. You'll have to contact the spaceport directly to arrange.. repairs.. although I can't see the point.

" Thank you, Drake . We'll do that right away." Sienna says cheerily before switching off the comm. "Sooo... the Empire is pretending to be KSF, for... why? Well, we've confirmed that the Empire is here at any rate. Let's go directly to the spaceport for the repairs, Cadena and I will disguise ourselves on the way down, and then we can arrange for repairs before we go exploring so we don't risk getting trapped here."

Cadena shakes her head, "If you want to be inconspicuous, you're best off leaving that... tunic... robe... thing behind. It is not what most would expect to see a spacer wearing."

Sienna scrunches up her face comically, "You have no grasp of style whatsoever. Besides, it hides my verpine underlay."

"Jackets are a girl's best friend."

"I think that was diamonds , but sure. I'll consider leaving it behind."

As Crash turns the shuttle to begin its descent, Cadena glances to the others and sweeps her hand through the air, tracing a circle with her fingertips and leaving a portal of glowing, green mist that soon fades away. "I always have my sword with me, so I can provide inconspicuous escort, should the need arise. No weapon scanners will detect it."

As the shuttle gets close enough that the planet takes up the entire view, a new voice comes across the comm, Shuttle.. we're told you need assistance?

"Kiev Spaceport Control, this is the Sheathipede shuttle Clunker . We have experienced some mechanical difficulties with the hyperdrive and need to land for repairs," Aleena explained over the comm, weaving as much Force-enhanced suggestion into her voice as possible while following the prompt notes which Sienna had quickly listed on her datapad and held up in front of her face.

Y-you..are.. The voice sounds distracted, almost sleepy. ..Cleared for landing in the main spaceport.. bay four-five... . uh.. sending you maps of the local town as well..ch-check with maintenance, offfficsss eight? yawwwn.... ugh, scuusss' me...neeeed naap..* the sound of the persons head impacting the desk was a dull dunk.

Ellis?? hey what happened to Ellis? call a medic! Voices chattered in the distance of the transmission as Crash slowly reached over and switched off the comm. uhhh, okaay... Well, I am going to land at bay foutyfive before they change their mind, ok?

"Go ahead, but you'd better not crash." Sienna says, smirking at her play on words. "Cadena, let's work on our disguises."

Cadena, having already retrieved the kit, opens it up and starts scanning the contents.

Aleena blinked in consternation at the sounds that came over the comlink before the call was terminated. I've never experienced results like that before!

Oh, hilarious Crash muttered as he adjusted the ships course and carefully brought the smoking shuttle towards the largest settlement on the sensors, there really wasn't much of a choice, there didn't seem to be many settlements large enough to host a spaceport. A tall spire came into view, cresting over the low hills and sparse forest along their flight path, The spire itself was only about five stories tall, but it dwarfs the surrounding buildings. The bunker like structure of the main building was only about two stories, the ship bays were an open air pad with thick walls separating the individual bays with enclosed passageways connecting them and small buildings with the main building.

Crash looked into a couple of bays as they passed over. There are several Imperial ships berthed here.. He slowed and hovered over the bay with "45" stenciled on the floor and blinking guide lights, he let the shuttle drift in a slow circle, until the rear hatch was aligned with the bay entrance and gently set the shuttle down to the deck.

"I wonder if the planet's former Imperial representative has set himself up as a local ruler of some sort," Aleena speculated out loud. "That might explain why they call themselves the 'Kiev Security Forces' now."

Sienna looks up from where she is applying the makeup to Cadena, trying to cover up the tattoos and generally make her look less... Dathomiri . "Maybe. Unless they are trying to pretend to be ex-Empire? Though I guess it'd be a pretty weak case considering the ships, and the armor, and the weapons, et cetera. Not exactly subt - Would you stop twitching !? Thank you."

Cadena tries to relax her face, having scrunched it up in an attempt to ward off a sneeze, and glares daggers at Sienna, who, she guesses, would not have appreciated being on the receiving end of a double-barreled scattergun of a sneeze.

After a minute, Sienna steps back, clearly pleased with herself. "There, I think that should just about cover you. Looks pretty good if I do say so myself..."

Cadena stands up and walks into the shuttle's small refresher, taking a look in the mirror. "Mm. Passable."

" Great job, Sienna. You should get a job at the theater. " Sienna mutters. "Now move, I need to do myself."

While applying her makeup, Sienna expounded upon her ideas for what they should do to start pursuing the investigation. "I've been thinking about how to go about this, and I think we should wait until we've got at least some of the repairs done before we start investigating. If we cause trouble, they could stop the repairs and then we'd be stuck here."

After a moment's pause, she says, "We don't know what ship Gala came in on, but I bet we could find out. I think we should try and track down where Gala went and what happened to her, and her ship is likely the best place to start if we want to retrace her steps. It'd be good if we can also track down her contact, but we don't know if the contact is trustworthy. They may have turned Gala in."

She finishes and steps out of the refreshers, "There. How do I look? Sufficiently Human? Except the hair, I suppose. Is it too conspicuous, or passable?" She nervously runs her hand down her braid, hung over her shoulder.

Crash got out of the pilot's seat and pulled an antiquated blaster carbine from a compartment along the upper bulkhead. I am ready to assist in the mission! Crash declared happily.

"Thank you, Crash! You've got one of the most important jobs. We need you to watch the ship, make sure the repairs are completed, and ensure that the mechanics do their job properly. If we need to get out of here quickly, we need to know that the hyperdrive was properly repaired and that the ship can come to us in a pinch. Just be careful what you say to them, we don't want to tip them off." Sienna gives Crash her winningest smile, trying to smooth over accidentally (well, mostly accidentally) insulting him (twice) earlier and not make him think she is trying to keep him out of the way. Because that's half of what I'm doing. Poor Crash...

Crash seemed to wilt in disappointment, his arm reached up and over his shoulder, securing the blaster to the backpack structure on his back. Sigh.. okay.. I will talk to the being in charge of maintenance. Crash shuffled between the women, activated the hatch and short boarding ramp. He made his way down the ramp, Greatings! his voice called out, My name is Crash, I would like to talk to-- no, no need to fear, I am reprogrammed , I am no longer a Battle Droi-- well yes, my chassis is still a B1, but... no, wait... no need to call security!

Barda facepalmed at the situation developing outside the Clunker .

Aleena shrugged and said, "Time to make nice with the locals, I guess, seeing as we don't want to lose our pilot to nervous trigger fingers."

She stood up, straightened her clothing from its too-long-in-a-small-shuttle condition, and walked out onto the boarding ramp.

"Good day, gentlebeings!" she called cheerfully, laying on the charm as thickly as possible. "I do hope that our pilot's appearance hasn't ruffled any feathers."

The man was old, grizzled and in mechanic overalls covered in faded stains, brandishing a breaker bar at Crash. Dis yur Battle droid?

As I said; technically not a battle droid, sir! Crash said, still holding up his hands.

Sienna peeks her head around the hatch, watching the proceedings curiously.

"Well, the chassis is that of a B1, but he's been thoroughly re-programmed and is now our pilot," Aleena explained soothingly to the old man. "He can still defend the ship, but otherwise the only danger that he presents is to our equanimity while he's piloting."

Crash nods as Aleena tries to calm the man, "He can still defend the ship, but otherwise the only danger that he presents is to our equanimity while he's piloting."

Hey.. Crash protests.

The mechanic scratches his graying hair, Well... I spose thats ok.. He looks over Crash. Yeah, it doesn't seem that dangerous.. probably so old it'll pro'lly fall apart.

He-ey, I am right here!

So.. the man claps his hands and rubs them together, what kin ah do fer you?

Sienna shakes her head and murmurs, "Poor Crash..."

"Well, that brings us back to our equanamity," Aleena explained to the mechanic. "According to Crash, we're missing our hyperdrive, or at least parts of it."

The mechanic looks toward the ship and slowly walk around. Considering the state of this thing, how can you tell? As he got closer, he leaned back, his face scrunched. Gawd! Smells like you fried yer induction coils.. uh, oh.. is dat coolant? he asked, indicating the drops of green-orange fluid accumulating on the permacrete. He stepped back, looking at the shuttle as a whole, his head swaying back and forth, lips moving silently.. Five thousand credits he said finally, with a nod.

Aleena gulps a bit at the amount mentioned.

"We'll need to discuss it with the rest of the crew first," she finally comes up with. "Once you've started, what would be the estimated timeline?"

Started on what? That's for the salvage. He looked at Crash, thirty five credits for th' droid..

Hey, knock it off!

"Wait, you're offering us five thousand credits for the ship?"

Aleena was starting to get a bit worried.