Transmission 34-A: Scholar Contact (Me, Nexus, Kurt)

[Incubi Priest]

In such a mundane and ornery cantina, it wasn't surprising that a tall Sephi with elegant clothing drew loads of attention. What made him even more conspicuous was his awkwardness and his nervous stutter when ordering drinks. Alkeci was born with his stutter, yet it was worse at the moment. Hell, how could it not be? He was about to meet two of the greatest archaeologists in the entire Galaxy!

Transmissions had been sent to both Hal Diggs and Dal'Ahab with instructions on where to meet Alkeci. Of course, he wasn't the one who contacted them, his employer had, and for that he was very grateful. The Sephi was a loyal agent and clung to the briefcase he carried tightly. After all, for them to believe his offer, he needed something to show for it.

"M-m-miss," Alkeci stuttered quietly at the waitress, "Could you t-tell me when m-misters Dal'a-ahab and Diggs arrive?"

The lady rolled her eyes and nodded, obviously annoyed by his stutter. With a smile on his face, Alkeci waited for the arrival of the two archaeologists.

 

[Ser Gregor]

In the distance, a growing growl of screeching metal along pavement could be heard. It was growing louder, and louder, and louder. A few loud smacks of metal and then the Cantina exploded into a bustle of confusion as a huge, clinking, gear grinding machine punched a hole in the wall, a man sitting on the back howling with laughter.

It was Hal Diggs. It was his steam-bike. It was without breaks.

Smack dab in the middle of the Cantina, the gear-grinding, steam-gushing bike skidded to a halt, and a grey haired man sat promptly on top of it, a pair of thick, black goggles on his eyes as he gathered his breath.

"Woooh-eee! That was SO worth it!" he called, still chuckling as he hopped of the mass of metal, fixing his clothing up, all dressed in a garish white and blue stripped uniform. Looking around, his face fell. It seemed to occur to him he wasn't in the parking lot...

 

[Ser Yorick]

A moment or two after the crash, a peculiar-looking man wearing a metal helmet and large canisters upon his back stepped calmly through the hole in the wall caused by the vehicle piloted by Hal Diggs. Some bar patrons would probably confuse this man for a 'droid, but he was in fact a man, just wearing a helmet. This man was doctor Dal'Ahab, a very well-respected archaeologist, inventor, and sometimes professor under the right circumstances. He had put on his most professional brown and green garments today atop his usual armour(same as every day), for it was business that brought both him and his partner Hal Diggs to the cantina.

The doctor reached up a gloved hand and cranked a knob on the front of his helmet. It was the voice-amplifier. What came out when he spoke probably frightened the patrons more than put them at ease, for he had turned up the volume a little too much, amplifying his mechanized voice to the level of a loud speaker. "PLEASE REMAIN CALM. THIS WAS AN ACCIDENT, NOT AN ACT OF VIOLENCE."

 

[Incubi Priest]

Alkeci quickly made his way over to the man who crashed his vehicle into the wall. At first, he was worried that the driver of the steambike had been injured (a probably outcome to hitting a wall at such high velocity) but once he got a look of the man's face he smiled with intense glee.

"M-m-mr. Diggs!" Alkeci said, almost on the verge of tears due to the immense joy in his soul, "You made it! W-where is Mr. D-dal'ahab?"

 

[Ser Yorick]

"THAT WOULD--" Some of the bar patrons jumped again at the sound of his voice. He dialled down the amplifier and continued to walk over to Alkeci and Diggs. "I am the one of which you speak. And I would appreciate it if you would refer to me as 'doctor' Dal'Ahab." The doctor then took a quick survey of the area. Good, nobody had drawn their weapons. However, the barkeep appeared rather upset. He was flailing his arms around and cursing and yelling.

"Who's going to pay for this!?" the barkeep screamed. He then fell silent as doctor Dal'Ahab stepped up to the counter and slid across the sum of a couple hundred credits.

 

[Incubi Priest]

"I-I'm terribly sorry Dr. Dal'ahab." The Sephi said apologetically with a low bow before ushering the two archaeologists to a nearby table that hadn't been covered with debris from Diggs's surprising entry.

Taking a seat and snapping a waitress over, the regally dressed man spoke with as much excitement as one possibly could. Sipping his own drink, that he had brought over with him from his former table, the Sephi bowed his head once again in praise.

"I must say it is an honor to meet two scholars with intelligence of your magnitude. The breakthroughs and discoveries made by you have inspired sentients across the entire galaxy, me included."

 

[Ser Gregor]

"Woh there buddy, don't start humping my leg now," Hal commented, throwing his hands up in a 'stop' gesture. "We're awesome, yea, but calm it down a bit."

(((OOC: Really nothing to say... >.>)))

 

[Incubi Priest]

"I do not mean to seem overly happy to m-meet you, but what I speak is the truth. My em-emp-employer surveyed several hundred thousand archaeologists in the Galaxy, and you two were the most t-t-talented by far. He has been recruiting in pairs and threes for the most part, and with your expertise, this mission could be a tre-tre-...tremen...tremendous success."

The Sephi sipped his drink and took a deep breath to try and calm himself down. The stutter still annoyed him after all these years, but it served as a reminder to the power of his employer.