Baktah was about to call up security and have them check it out, being entirely impatient with this whole ordeal and pissed that he had to distract his own men with the work initially. The fact that it had been a Krath-damn Jedi padawan who had caused the whole incident was of no help to him either. This whole thing irked him -greatly-... and I mean GREATLY!!
Speaking of Jedi though, perhaps he could get -some- use out of that worthless piece of bantha poo-doo after all. Radioing up his supervisor, Baktah barked some orders into his side of the comm, "Odin, git yer Jedi's ass over to the wrecked wing an' have him track down our maintenance crew. Been here less than half an hour an' have already gone fecking missing!" He slammed his comm down without giving Odin any time to respond. Krath, was he pissed!! He wanted his station fixed Yesterday!!
After a moment, he re-established comms with Randall in the hangar bay. His voice much more calm this time, he stated, "Randall, the pada-waaa is coming your way. See if he can't be of -some- use to us and track down that maintenance crew. I don't know what the feck they think they're doin', but their asses -should- be down there fixin' my shet." After a simple reply, Baktah terminated the comm. Muttering as he began to pace. This whole thing was... distasteful. He thought about having his security round up this crew, but perhaps it was a bit early for that. Still though, they weren't on their ship, in their hangar, or at the job site. The feck?!?!
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((Switching to Kidd Vegas))
Kidd's come went off with a zap!! They'd intentionally given him one with a small short in it that would sometimes give off an electrical discharge when activated. Jumping a bit at the shock, he soon swallowed his bite as he fiddled with the device, answering it with his mouth still half-full. "This is Kidd," he replied in his usual, cheerful tone, himself still finding it amusing the measures they took to spite him. No doubt, these were just more opportunities for character development that his Master had probably already foreseen... or at least figured and counted on.
Lieutenant Randall wasn't as harsh as Baktah Mose, but still, he could tell by his tone over the comm that he was not overly excited about the predicament they all found themselves in. Kidd nearly inquired back why they just didn't use Security to find them, but decided against it as it really wasn't his place, plus this would give him a good excuse to practice some Force abilities that he hadn't really used in awhile... or at least since being on this station.
Having only ate half of his breakfast, Kidd dumped it anyway as he made his way towards the wrecked arm of the space station. As usual since the start of his punishment here, he didn't carry his training lightsaber with him, yet did have a good blaster held snug within a holster on his belt. Attempting to warm himself up before he got to the Lieutenant, Kidd began to focus on the Force and tried to locate Baktah Mose... then the Lieutenant... those two were easy enough. He'd had enough personal exchanges with them to know just what to look for.
This deal with this maintenance crew would prove much more tricky. He didn't really have anything to go off of. What? Was he supposed to find every humanoid aboard the space station and determine what their role here was? He hadn't met everyone, nor was he even anywere -remotely- that skilled with the Force... or that smart for that matter. Was that even possible? He'd ask his mentor when he got back to the Temple... whenever -that- would be.
Finally entering the hangar bay where the awaiting Lieutenant was, Kidd had ran through the hallways, calling upon the Force to aid his speed and awareness so that he wouldn't run into anyone. That wouldn't help his PR campaign here at all. With the knowledge that the Lieutenant was prior military, the padawan assumed the position of attention as he reported, "Kidd Vegas reporting as ordered, Sir!"
It had worked. The Lieutenant gave a crooked smirk as he eyed the young Jedi, then began to explain to him just what had happened and who they were looking for, though he didn't really have any physical descriptions since he hadn't... well... wait... then he described the blue-furred, four-armed humanoid. Perhaps if they could find him, they could inquire of him where the rest of his team was.
"He's a Pho Ph'eahian?" Kidd inquired as he quirked an eyebrow. He wasn't familiar with that name... or race. He would have to look it up while the Lieutenant described him. Doing so on his datapad, it wouldn't be easy to cover such a large space station in search of all these... well... wait... the LT said there were only a handful. Speaking up as he looked up from his datapad, Kidd replied, "It'd be faster if we had a few security teams workin' with us, so we could tell them where to go instead of jus' me runnin' all over this big ol' space station."
The Lieutenant took a moment to consider the young Jedi's words, then concurred, stating such as he brought his comm up to his lips, calling down to the security outpost. He'd have them dispatch at least three teams, having them report to him and the young Padawan, if he could get them to respond to his calls. Kidd began to focus as best he could on finding those of that race here on the station. He hadn't really done this kind of thing before. Success didn't look promising.
Speaking of Jedi though, perhaps he could get -some- use out of that worthless piece of bantha poo-doo after all. Radioing up his supervisor, Baktah barked some orders into his side of the comm, "Odin, git yer Jedi's ass over to the wrecked wing an' have him track down our maintenance crew. Been here less than half an hour an' have already gone fecking missing!" He slammed his comm down without giving Odin any time to respond. Krath, was he pissed!! He wanted his station fixed Yesterday!!
After a moment, he re-established comms with Randall in the hangar bay. His voice much more calm this time, he stated, "Randall, the pada-waaa is coming your way. See if he can't be of -some- use to us and track down that maintenance crew. I don't know what the feck they think they're doin', but their asses -should- be down there fixin' my shet." After a simple reply, Baktah terminated the comm. Muttering as he began to pace. This whole thing was... distasteful. He thought about having his security round up this crew, but perhaps it was a bit early for that. Still though, they weren't on their ship, in their hangar, or at the job site. The feck?!?!
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((Switching to Kidd Vegas))
Kidd's come went off with a zap!! They'd intentionally given him one with a small short in it that would sometimes give off an electrical discharge when activated. Jumping a bit at the shock, he soon swallowed his bite as he fiddled with the device, answering it with his mouth still half-full. "This is Kidd," he replied in his usual, cheerful tone, himself still finding it amusing the measures they took to spite him. No doubt, these were just more opportunities for character development that his Master had probably already foreseen... or at least figured and counted on.
Lieutenant Randall wasn't as harsh as Baktah Mose, but still, he could tell by his tone over the comm that he was not overly excited about the predicament they all found themselves in. Kidd nearly inquired back why they just didn't use Security to find them, but decided against it as it really wasn't his place, plus this would give him a good excuse to practice some Force abilities that he hadn't really used in awhile... or at least since being on this station.
Having only ate half of his breakfast, Kidd dumped it anyway as he made his way towards the wrecked arm of the space station. As usual since the start of his punishment here, he didn't carry his training lightsaber with him, yet did have a good blaster held snug within a holster on his belt. Attempting to warm himself up before he got to the Lieutenant, Kidd began to focus on the Force and tried to locate Baktah Mose... then the Lieutenant... those two were easy enough. He'd had enough personal exchanges with them to know just what to look for.
This deal with this maintenance crew would prove much more tricky. He didn't really have anything to go off of. What? Was he supposed to find every humanoid aboard the space station and determine what their role here was? He hadn't met everyone, nor was he even anywere -remotely- that skilled with the Force... or that smart for that matter. Was that even possible? He'd ask his mentor when he got back to the Temple... whenever -that- would be.
Finally entering the hangar bay where the awaiting Lieutenant was, Kidd had ran through the hallways, calling upon the Force to aid his speed and awareness so that he wouldn't run into anyone. That wouldn't help his PR campaign here at all. With the knowledge that the Lieutenant was prior military, the padawan assumed the position of attention as he reported, "Kidd Vegas reporting as ordered, Sir!"
It had worked. The Lieutenant gave a crooked smirk as he eyed the young Jedi, then began to explain to him just what had happened and who they were looking for, though he didn't really have any physical descriptions since he hadn't... well... wait... then he described the blue-furred, four-armed humanoid. Perhaps if they could find him, they could inquire of him where the rest of his team was.
"He's a Pho Ph'eahian?" Kidd inquired as he quirked an eyebrow. He wasn't familiar with that name... or race. He would have to look it up while the Lieutenant described him. Doing so on his datapad, it wouldn't be easy to cover such a large space station in search of all these... well... wait... the LT said there were only a handful. Speaking up as he looked up from his datapad, Kidd replied, "It'd be faster if we had a few security teams workin' with us, so we could tell them where to go instead of jus' me runnin' all over this big ol' space station."
The Lieutenant took a moment to consider the young Jedi's words, then concurred, stating such as he brought his comm up to his lips, calling down to the security outpost. He'd have them dispatch at least three teams, having them report to him and the young Padawan, if he could get them to respond to his calls. Kidd began to focus as best he could on finding those of that race here on the station. He hadn't really done this kind of thing before. Success didn't look promising.