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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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[corsec_jedi]

Strolling through the bar, Corran notices... well, okay, so the face is somewhat familiar, but the pilot uniform is DEFINITELY on his list of things he knows far too well to pass up.

He strolls over, slowly realizing the guy obviously isn't feeling too hot...and wondering what he's tinkering with. "Y'alright there, Lieutenant?"

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Kell looks up. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Just... working on this case...thing." He shrugs. "Girl I met earlier--Angea, I think her name was--told me it was pretty suspicious, and so I'm making sure it doesn't explode."

He looks his fellow pilot over, then sets down the scanner in his right hand and offers it to Corran in greeting. "You seem familiar somehow, but I don't know if we've met. Name's Tainer--call me Kell."

[corsec_jedi]

Now that you mention it, there is a rather sickly sensation rolling out of that case. Not like explosives, though...

He chuckles. Now he remembers--this guy was on Mon Remonda with him. A Wraith, if his memory holds true. He takes the proferred hand. "Corran Horn. Thought you seemed familiar. One of Face's Wraiths, right?"

He moves to sit down across the table from Kell--then instead, pulls up a chair about 5 feet from the table and glances at the case distastefully. He doesn't want to get much closer to that thing--feels nasty.

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Kell chuckles. He'd flat-out laugh, but he's not in a mood to lose his lunch. Must have picked up a bug somewhere around the bar...who knows what's out there that he could have picked up with all that "other worlds" stuff Face was telling him about.

"Yeah, I suppose Face is definitely one of our ringleaders. He mentioned you when I got in here--that and something about a prank war." He turns his attention back to the case and continues to prod at it with the tool in his hand.

[necessary_child]

Sam's been enjoying his lunch close by in his own corner of the bar, but looks up when one of the scanners bleeps rather loudly.

"You all right?" he enquires. "You don't look good."

[demlshn_boy_sir]

Kell looks up and smiles weakly. "Yeah, just a bug I think I picked up somewhere in the bar. Enough people from places other than mine around here, there's bound to be something."

[necessary_child]

Sam nods. "True enough. What are you up to, anyway?"

[demlshn_boy_sir]

He waves at the case. "Suspicious case, thought I'd check and see if it was gonna blow when opened before handing it off to Security." He shrugs, then thinks a moment and eyes Sam. "Know anything about this sort of thing?"

[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?"