Logged: Nov. 20, 2000
Logged by Dai'tun
Titled: Vacation Time!
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Gold Beaches -- Coronet 
	The Gold Beaches are named so because of the golden hue of 
the sand lining its edge. At times the sand seems to glimmer 
giving off the illusion of having actual gold as the sand of the 
beach. The clear blue ocean waves lap up along the beach edge in 
a daily ritual of sound and motion. Along the northern leg of 
the beach resides the Bela Vista resort where several hut-like 
structures dot the beach line and many visitors appear to be 
savoring the sunlight.

	Sitting on the beach, deeply implanted into the sand, sits 
Dalkata next to his terminally best friend. Eyes trace after each 
attractive woman walking by -- just short of gawking. "Wow." He 
murmers to Blackthorne, "I think we've been out on the dig too 
long. No booze, and no..." Tearing his eyes away, he turns them 
to his comrade, "...scenery." With a mischefous wink, a grin 
forms. "So what's our next move in the mode-of-transportation 
area? If it's money we need, we need to start looking for a 
client that'll pay up front. They don't like to do that though."

"Like anyone likes to part with cold hard cash." Blackthorne 
lowers his shades to observe some more... Scenery. "Ouch. And I 
thought a Marauder had good curves." A wide smirk forms, as he 
kicks back a bit on the sand. "Money, parts, you know the deal. 
There's bound to be some rich eccentric willing to pay cash for 
some interesting trinkets in this city. I mean, there always 
were before.

Dai'tun walks quietly along the surf of the beach, the gentle 
waves occasionally lapping up against his feet. A soft smile 
flickers over his green features as the Corellian sun caresses 
him with its warmth. Violet eyes casually roam over the various 
inhabitants of the beach, occasionally lingering on a 
particularly attractive woman. Slender fingers absently caress 
one of the pistols at his side.

	"I don't think we'll find many here. The last thing I want 
is my father to come harping down on me. He knows we're here. 
He's got to know." Dalkata imparts ruefully, "I say we find some 
way off-world to somewhere that we can find some clientele that's 
more on our level. If you know what I mean." A sly grin forms 
before following still more scenery, "We can try and swing a ship 
out of a dig. You're good enough to patch up some of those other 
old hunks we found. Maybe we'll get lucky."

"Hey, I'm not just 'good enough', I'm the best. But yea, we might 
not wanna linger. Your dad's got one helluva temper. Think he 
knows about that last dig?" Blackthorne shrugs, and continues to 
appreciate the locals. "Our level.. Hrm. Well, I'm sure we can 
swing a ride out of the system. Question of the evening.. Where 
do we go? Where will people want treasure hunters...."

	Dalkata seems to freeze a moment, "The last dig?" His eyes 
move over to Dai'tun, then to Blackthorne, "Noone knows about that 
but us unless you told someone." The Corellian adds in a hushed 
whisper, "I mean, I might've let it slip at the bar that night. 
But I don't think anyone there cares about a Sanda'arian kendar 
pipe." Narrowing his eyes in thought, he shrugs it off. "I don't 
think we should go back to that planet anyway. For a while at 
least."

Dai'tun smirks at the two of you as parts of your conversation 
drift to his ears. He walks over, stopping a couple of feet away 
from Blackthorne. "Sanda'arian kendar pipe? Haven't seen one of 
those in awhile.."

"I told no one. You were the one tanked to high heaven and back." 
Blackthorne lies back, relaxing again. "And that planet sucked. 
Not a decent bar for miles in any direction. I mean, there was 
that one tavern, but serious, it wasn't worth the effort. That 
wasn't ale. It tasted secondhand." Blackthorne continues to 
ramble along. And then freezes.

	A curious glance is acast to Blackthorne, "Uh, yeah. They're 
kind of rare I guess. If you take into account that the were made 
a couple thousand years ago. They're supposed to do something for," 
Stopping in his train of thought to turn to his friend for 
reassurance, "for...taking spice?" The instant he says it, his 
eyes alight with the recognition that he's said too much, "Or 
if you're an extremely rich antique collector, or happen to know 
someone who's had it passed down in their family. Heh." Trying 
his hand at a nervous laugh, Dalkata turns back to the new 
arrival, "We didn't steal it or anything. We found it 
legitimately. Really."

Dai'tun laughs softly, violet eyes giving you and your possessions 
a good look-over purely on instinct. "I'm sure you did. Things 
like that could fetch quite a price with a collector, unless you 
plan to keep it for yourselves?" He tilts his head curiously, a 
finger unconsciously running along the chrome of one of his 
blasters.

Blackthorne listens to his comrade ramble, and elbows him. "Ignore 
him. He's had a little too much sun. Treasure hunters Dalkata and 
Blackthorne, at your humble service. We specialize in antiques. My 
friend here has taken part in some of the great archaeological 
digs of this decade. He really is a genius. Unless he sits in the 
sun, in which case he has flashbacks and starts thinking you're 
an angry Hutt."

Dai'tun smiles warmly, his eyes wandering between the two. "Can't 
have that now..I am Dai'tun Miro. I suppose I'm something of a 
treasure hunter myself. What brings you two treasure hunters to 
Corellia? Selling artifacts, perhaps?"

"Not today... Just taking a day off. You know how it is. Bouncing 
from world to world. Can't get a decent beer or bath on half of 
them. Right now we're between commissions. Just laying out on the 
beach, enjoying the... Scenery." He smirks as a exceptionally nice 
piece of scenery passes, his eyes drinking the sight in.

Dai'tun nods slightly, his eyes fixing upon you curiously. "You 
hunt mainly for private collectors then?" A flicker of a smile 
upon his lips. "Very interesting. I should like to see some of 
your equipment sometime." His eyes drift over a passing piece of 
said scenery, then drift back to you.

"Nothing phenomenal. Just the stock for a archaeological dig. 
The trick is getting rides between digs. Some worlds we're 
commissioned for are pretty dang backwater. Last time we spent 
half our starting cash just to convince the guy to take us out 
there."

Dai'tun laughs softly. "Sounds like I'm not the only one in need 
of a good pilot." He crouches down in the sand, getting the sun's 
glare out of his eyes. "Where do you usually get your jobs?"

Black shrugs. "Wherever. Rich eccentrics, Historical societies, 
stuff like that." He removes a tabacc stick, and lights it, 
taking a puff. "As for pilots, I'm a pretty good pilot. It's just 
lack of a ship that hurts us. Bills gotta come first, y'know?"

Dai'tun nods. "My problem is just the opposite. Plenty of cash 
for a ship, but no one to fly it for me." He laughs cheerfully, 
his rich tenor voice brightening the area. "I had a Sullustan 
working for me before, but he got stupid." A slight shrug is all 
the explanation given, and probably needed. "Without him, I had 
no need of the ship, so I sold it away and decided to take a 
small vacation."

"Well well...." A smirk formed. "Sullustan's a fine.... But 
Corellians make the best pilots. I thought everyone knew that." 
Blackthorne kicks back some.

Dai'tun shrugs slightly. "Perhaps. All I had need of was someone 
that could fly a few basic maneuvers in addition to knowing the 
quickest path between a and b." A flicker of a smile. "If I'm 
doing my job, there's no need to worry about trouble while we're 
in space…too easy to kill off your quarry unless you take them 
on the ground."

Blackthorne blinks. "Oh. That kinda treasure hunter. I see." He 
considers his options, and sticks where he is. Better than 
running and encouraging incoming fire. "That a good line of 
work?"

Dai'tun laughs that cheerful laugh again. Awfully nice guy for a 
bounty hunter...especially one of his reputation. "I certainly 
don't suffer for a lack of jobs." A slight shrug. "Amazing what 
people will pay for vengeance..." His eyes darken for a brief 
moment, the skin of his face turning a purplish hue before 
returning to light green. Another shrug, as he stands, stretching 
the muscles of his back. "I'm pretty choosy about my jobs since 
I went independent though.."

"That's.... Good. What with what would probably happen to them 
after they were caught, discretion is very good." Ulp. That's 
what's on Blackhtorne's mind. Ulp. Surely none of the victims of 
treasure hunting had sent this guy after him. It's not like he 
ever let himself be recognized. Be calm.

Dai'tun notices his discomfort and smirks, violet eyes glittering 
as they meet his. "But like I said, I'm on vacation and I never 
take jobs hunting friends. Conflict of interests and all that."

"Yea. I know where you're coming from there. It'd be like curb 
stomping a pal. You don't do that. it's not cool." Blackthorne 
forces himself to calm down, and resume his laid back posture.

Dai'tun nods. "Our professions are actually fairly similar. When 
I give my word, that word needs to be trusted. A bounty hunter 
who goes around back-stabbing his friends is only setting himself 
up for a hard fall.." He smiles warmly.

"Yea.. That sounds about right. I mean, if you can't give your 
word, what're you worth? You know what I mean. But enough talk of 
business... We're on vacation, man! Sit back. Enjoy the ladies 
with not very much on! Get some booze. Booze is good. Especially 
since this is Corellia and they have decent bars."

Dai'tun smirks. "I may be on vacation, but a lot of others that 
might have a problem with me aren't. Perhaps somewhere less 
populated." He grins. "For now, I'll have to enjoy things how I 
can." He nods to you. "I'll see you around, maybe." And with 
that he continues his stroll along the beach, enjoying the last 
rays of the setting sun.