To the Millennium Falcon!

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek, having called ahead, goes down towards the junkyard and then turns to take the path over to the white ship that Han had said wasn't so big... Could have fooled him, really - it was larger than most of the ships he'd ever seen.

Reaching what looks like the entrance he glances about, wondering how to announce his presence. Krycek shrugs and knocks on the nearest part of the ship, hoping someone hears.

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[names-ash.livejournal.com]

::wanders outside, a cup of coffee in his metal hand, and a newspaper in his real one::

Yo kid... you lookin' for someone?

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Recognizes the man as a teacher, but he doesn't recall the name. Krycek nods though. "Looking for Han Solo, sir. Is he here?"

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

I think I heard the knucklehead inside somewhere...

::sticks his newspaper in his armpit, switches hands on his coffee, and then bangs on the side of the Falcon with his metal hand::

Yo, Solo! You got a visitor.

::eyes Krycek::

Don't think I've seen you around quite yet. Name's Ash, Wrestling Coach. ::offers his metal hand to shake::

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek looks a little surprised at the metal hand, but takes it when it's offered, shaking firmly. "Alex Krycek, sir. I've seen you at school, but only from afar." He glances at the ship. "You live here too?"

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

Yeah, got myself a nice deal on a cabin... and being off campus has it's benefits. ::sips his coffee::

You look like a good kid, Krycek. Might be good for Wrestling Club, if you're interested... I think I hear Solo coming, so I'll leave you to him... I gotta go get myself some more coffee. You two screwheads better not blow up the ship while I'm gone... ::points a metal finger at Krycek, and laughs::

Seeya around, baby. Seeya around.

::walks off in search of more coffee::

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek blinks as Ash walks off, wondering if was being made fun of or what exactly. Shaking his head, he turns to greet Han, wondering if Wrestling Class is as frightening an idea in this school as he thinks it would be.

[OOC: I seriously love your Ash. *g*]

[names-ash.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Thanks! And yes, Wrestling Club is that frightening. Just ask Draco Malfoy.]

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

*shows up, wrestling with a comb. His hair seems to be determined to go every direction other than the one he wants.*

Yo, Krycek.
Come on in.

Watch your head on the hatch.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Giving a nod in greeting, he follows Han inside. Glancing around at the walls, Krycek seems a bit nervous even while trying to hide it. "Seems smaller inside."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Yeah. She's just a four crew ship.

Most of what you see from the outside is cargo space. She's a freighter.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Looking around at the walls, he swallows hard, nodding again. "What's your normal cargo?" Talking would distract him from the ship anyway. Funny that he hadn't really thought about being inside a spaceship. Even funnier that he hadn't realized it'd be a bit unnerving.

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Anything we can get: spice, water, droid parts, holoprojectors. Things are tough for independents.

Only thing we don't carry is slaves. Summary execution ain't my idea of a good time.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"Understandable," he says, ignoring the ceiling and just following Han. "So about these pills - what did you say they were called?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Common name is "Portside Friends." Trade name is "Hangquel." Quells the hangover, see?

*Leads into galley and stands before an amazingly cmplicated dispenser*

*taps a touch screen written in something Krycek can't read*

A bottle of 30 should last you a month, if you drink like a Corellian. Just take one before bed after a night out.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Eyes a bit wide, he examines the dispenser, trying to make sense of it... It's nothing he's ever seen the like of, except in movies or courtesy his own imagination, and it actually makes him forget how uncomfortable the inside of the ship makes him feel.

Krycek nods at Han's description, but frowns faintly as well. "A Corellian?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

My people.

Hard drinking, hard fighting, best damn pilots and shipwrights in the galaxy.

We were one of the first peoples to take to space.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

At that he smirks. "Sounds like good people to know."

Glancing at the dispenser again, Krycek's expression turns shrewd. "So how much?" he asks abruptly. "I have money, but in Earth denominations - don't know if that's worth anything to you."


[OOC: Sorry I've been so slow btw - it's been a long, busy day.]

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

It all converts. I use the Earth currency around town.

$30 for the bottle.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

"That's it?" Krycek looks surprised, though he's not one to turn down a deal like that. "Solo, you're a generous man." He's even got the cash on him - after digging in his jacket a moment, he produces three tens.

As an afterthought, he looks at Han. "Corellian biology shouldn't be too different from mine, I hope. I mean, I'm not going to wake up with spots or another limb or anything?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Nah. We're pretty close to main-stock human, and this is marketed to most species of humanoid.

A little different, mostly in...*wink* enzymes.

Shouldn't have any nasty effects, but I suggest trying it yourself first, if you're planning on peddling those to our fellow students.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek grins, nodding as he pockets the bottle. "Thanks, then. I appreciate this. I don't figure myself a dealer - just anyone I drink with who I don't want waking up hating me," he explains. "Especially if it's right next to me."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan.
Which you plannin on waking up to? Boys? Girls? Both?

Do mainstock human have a neuter?

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

He shrugs. "Whomever I go to bed with." The last question makes him pause, then smirk. "And no neuters, not really. At least, none that aren't medical oddities."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Not picky about the unimportant things. That's always good.

Look, I gotta get to class. Good luck with the hangquells.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek nods. "Thanks again, Solo. And nice meeting you."

Heading out with a wave, he chuckles. "And I'll let you know if I grow any tentacles."