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[demlshn_boy_sir]

Kell is sitting in a booth in the corner of the bar, looking rather ill.

He's got a number of tools, too, and he's using them to probe at and scan the strange black briefcase on the table in front of him.

Despite the fact that he's turning 3 shades of green.

Anyone curious?

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[i_love_kettch]

Hey ... a pilot Wes didn't know was here. That's got to be blasphemy of the highest levels, surely?

He peers over the edge of the next booth over -- he finds this to be a good shield, especially when people are messing with tools and Weird Looking Things That Might Explode -- and eyes sick!Kell warily.

"Hello," he decides on, brightly. Then, "Wait, what time are you from?"

Possibly these things should be checked before initiating conversation, in the case of people who may, potentially, want to kill you.

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Startled, Kell jumps.

Right into Wes. Their heads clash. Kell looks up accusingly. "Sithspit! Don't scare me like that." He rubsa t the back of his head. Just his luck.

Pause. The question kinda caught him off-guard...Confused, Kell asks "Would it help if I told you it was about a year, year and a half aft--"

Freeze. Eyes widen.

"...Janson?"

[i_love_kettch]

"Ow," Wes says indignantly, rubbing at his own head and shuffling sideways as far as he can, away from Kell. "That hurt."

Beat.

"Right, yes. That's my name, don't wear it out. Um. Year and a half after what, exactly?"

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Being told your father's killer is in the bar is one thing. Plowing headfirst into him--literally--is something else entirely. While he's used to it, it still shocks him a bit if he's not expecting to run into Wes.

"Uh... Coruscant. But if you want mission specifics, we're out hunting Zsinj. You?" He drops his hand from his head and simply cranes his neck.

"And Face told me you were here, but consider me just a little surprised to see you poking your head over me while I'm making sure things don't explode." He greatly prefers doing just the opposite... but whatcha you gonna do?

Kell smiles. "This place is NUTS... any reasons you didn't tell the rest of the squad about it?"

[i_love_kettch]

"Oh, right. From the past, huh." Yeah, that'd do it. Wes grins vaguely apologetically, trying to ignore the awkwardness, and adds, "That's almost six years ago for me.

"And I don't need to tell the squad cause, hey, looks like they're almost all here now anyway."

Then, suspiciously, "Just what has Face been saying about me?"

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Kell blinks. Six years ago??? I don't even want to think about it. And he promptly stops doing so.

"What do you mean, looks like we're almost all here? Face didn't mention anyone but you and me as being Wraiths that'd found this place. An' all he told me about you was that you were here and had started some sort of squadron."

Best not mention the prank war--Wes might think he was in league with Face, and Kell does not want to get tagged as a targetby either party.

[i_love_kettch]

"Well..." Wes thinks for a moment, and starts listing pilots in his head. "Okay, maybe not all the Wraiths -- there's me, an' you, an' Face, an' Wedge counts -- but there's a lotta Rogues, too. More than enough for a squadron," he adds with a nod, "and we've got even more pilots for that, from other worlds."

Beat.

"Wanna join?"

[demlshn_boy_sir]

"The commander's here? Great. He from your time, too, or might he actually be of some use to me when he's from?" Kell instinctively takes a quick glance around the room, hoping maaaaybe he could catch him.

Nuts.

Again with the concealment of things from Wes, he thinks. Making himself a big glaring target is not high on his list right now... "Y'know, I dunno yet. I'm still trying to get the hang of this place. If I'm interested once I've got that in the bag, I'll come find you."

[i_love_kettch]

"He's, uh--" Wes grins quickly. "He's from about a year before me, I think. Going through a mission just now."

Oh, Adumar. 'Mission' is certainly one word for it.

"Ah, but joinin' the squad'll help you get the hang of it," he says. "You'll know a bunch of people from all sorts'f places, right, an' it's best to jump right into things. How long have you been here, anyway?"

[demlshn_boy_sir]

'Catastrophe'? 'Debacle'? Or how about 'fiasco'? Either way, Kell fears that grin. Boy, he's glad Wedge gets the other end of that thing, and not him--for now.

"I dunno--that whole 'learning by immersion' thing never really worked for me when I was a kid. Guess I'm just better at picking things up a little at a time." He shrugs.

Then his curiosity beats him to it. "Still... any names I might know who're part of it?"

Hey, if he and Face are trying to steal Wes's pilots, might be good to have names to ty recruiting... Besides, might be good to know what they'd be up against as pilots.

[i_love_kettch]

"Pfft, well. Next briefing we have, come along anyway. ... I have no idea when it'll be, but yeah."

Wes thinks about that, and wishes briefly that he had his notebook with him. He can never remember them all offhand.

"There's Hobbie, when he's here--" This gets a small, brief frown. "--Corran, an' Inyri ... uh, Jaina-- oh, wait, future for you. Same with Fel's kid. Face," he adds, oblivious. "I don't know if y'know any of the others. Different worlds an' times."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

"...Did you say 'Fel's kid'? As in, Baron Fel?" Kell looks a little wary. Maaaaaybe this wasn't such a hot plan after all... and with Hobbie and Wes in there, too...

"Thought you were the leader of this outfit, but you guys don't even have regularly scheduled breifings or anything?" Kell's a bit amused.

((OOC: Might be out for awhile--slowtime?))

[i_love_kettch]

Wes waves a hand vaguely and says, "He's better than his dad."

Like, a hundred times better, for real, yo.

He grins ruefully and shrugs. "We have 'em when we have 'em. Don't exactly need to be often, in a bar."

This is true. He might organise another one soon, though. Maybe.

[demlshn_boy_sir]

"...Better than the Baron?" This is a concept foreign to Kell. "Do they make 'em like that, outside Commander Antilles?"

"Yeah, I kind of missed the logic of having a bar squadron in the first place. Care to let me in on your thinking?"

Kell immediately regrets asking that. No sane person REALLY wants to know what Wes is thinking. Then again, Kell IS a Wraith...

[i_love_kettch]

Insanity does come with the territory. It's rather a requirement, in fact.

"Well, a better person, anyways." Wes shrugs and grins ruefully. "Not seen him flyin', 'cept in the sims."

For the next part, all he says (affecting a very wise tone) is, "Morale."

Hey, someone's got to be Morale Officer with Runt not here yet.

[demlshn_boy_sir]

"Morale," Kell echoes. "You have morale concerns... in a bar."

Yup. It's Wes.