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Dec. 18th, 2006 07:17 pmThe Ithorian eyed Atton suspiciously, looking from his fake ID to his grin and back again.
“A researcher?”
“Yes - Fifth year working under some very prestigious - and rich - scientists at the Research Institute of Coruscant.”
“I thought,” The Ithorian murmured slowly. “That you said you came here from Dantooine?”
“I did,” Atton nodded cheerfully. “Beautiful planet, nice grasslands, not boring at all. Technically I still have two weeks worth of break there before I’m actually scheduled to start my research here - That’s probably why you haven’t recieved a message from them to warn you that I’d be coming, they’re very absent-minded at times.”
“And ‘they’ are?”
“A multitude of ecologists.”
The Ithorian glared.
“And they are?”
“Oh, right. You want names,” Atton paused, frowning slightly. “... Doctor Janson. And Doctor Kettch, his partner. Professor Nelprin, Professor Sun, Professor Sandhu, Doctor Forge, Doctor Darklighter. Loads, really. The Research Institute of Coruscant has a very high concentration of ecologists, and a lot of them are very interested in providing extra funding. Not a lot extra, you understand. We’re talking fifty, sixty-thousand credits? And a recommendation to several major businesses to provide larger funds.”
“I see. I’ll send messages to them post-haste.”
“You do that,” Atton grinned. “Y’may have to wait a while - Their computers suffered a massive system’s failure last night. But I’m sure they’ll be back online soon.”
The Ithorian scribbled it down.
“I see.”
“Glad you do. Now, are y’going to hand over that higher level access card or not?”
---
The room was vast, with several enclosures for small groups of nerf, a large group of scientists milling about, and several banks of computer.
Atton ran a hand through his hair nervously, pasting a smile on his face and catching a passing Twi’lek.
“Hey - I’m new here, really only visiting, I don’t suppose y’could tell me where Lyman-Kel Tae is?”
The Twi’lek peered around the room, before eventually pointing towards a man crouched by a sleeping nerf.
“There, with Milly.”
Atton briefly thanked her and headed over, stuffing his hands in his pockets to stop himself from wringing them, staring down at the top of Lyman’s head.
“Can I help you or are you just going to stand there?” Lyman didn’t look up.
“Right, sorry,” Atton grinned nervously, rummaging around and pulling out the fake ID. “Atton Rand, from the Research Institute of Coruscant. Can I ... erm ... talk to you, for a second? Research, and all.”
Lyman stood, folding his arms and brushing his hair out of his eyes to stare at Atton. Atton stared back, momentarily struck speechless, noting the same grey eyes, same unruly dark hair, and striking similarity to his own features, while a tiny, squeaking voice at the back of his head reminded him that he didn’t know this man at all.
“I’m busy.” Snapped, pulling Atton sharply back to reality. “You have two minutes.”
Atton raised an eyebrow, trying to think of an appropriate question. Nothing came. His brain stubbornly refused to work.
“A minute,” Atton ground his teeth together, desperately trying to pull out a question to ask, or at least something to say. No luck. “Are you alright? You’re real quiet.” Lyman frowned, prodding him in the shoulder.
“Fine.” Atton eventually forced out, twisting his mouth into a grin. It came out sounding far more vehement than he wanted. “Just left my notes at my ship.”
Lyman shrugged.
“You’re out of time anyway.” He headed away to tend to one of the other nerfs, leaving Atton to leave as quickly as he could, to find the nearest cantina.
“A researcher?”
“Yes - Fifth year working under some very prestigious - and rich - scientists at the Research Institute of Coruscant.”
“I thought,” The Ithorian murmured slowly. “That you said you came here from Dantooine?”
“I did,” Atton nodded cheerfully. “Beautiful planet, nice grasslands, not boring at all. Technically I still have two weeks worth of break there before I’m actually scheduled to start my research here - That’s probably why you haven’t recieved a message from them to warn you that I’d be coming, they’re very absent-minded at times.”
“And ‘they’ are?”
“A multitude of ecologists.”
The Ithorian glared.
“And they are?”
“Oh, right. You want names,” Atton paused, frowning slightly. “... Doctor Janson. And Doctor Kettch, his partner. Professor Nelprin, Professor Sun, Professor Sandhu, Doctor Forge, Doctor Darklighter. Loads, really. The Research Institute of Coruscant has a very high concentration of ecologists, and a lot of them are very interested in providing extra funding. Not a lot extra, you understand. We’re talking fifty, sixty-thousand credits? And a recommendation to several major businesses to provide larger funds.”
“I see. I’ll send messages to them post-haste.”
“You do that,” Atton grinned. “Y’may have to wait a while - Their computers suffered a massive system’s failure last night. But I’m sure they’ll be back online soon.”
The Ithorian scribbled it down.
“I see.”
“Glad you do. Now, are y’going to hand over that higher level access card or not?”
---
The room was vast, with several enclosures for small groups of nerf, a large group of scientists milling about, and several banks of computer.
Atton ran a hand through his hair nervously, pasting a smile on his face and catching a passing Twi’lek.
“Hey - I’m new here, really only visiting, I don’t suppose y’could tell me where Lyman-Kel Tae is?”
The Twi’lek peered around the room, before eventually pointing towards a man crouched by a sleeping nerf.
“There, with Milly.”
Atton briefly thanked her and headed over, stuffing his hands in his pockets to stop himself from wringing them, staring down at the top of Lyman’s head.
“Can I help you or are you just going to stand there?” Lyman didn’t look up.
“Right, sorry,” Atton grinned nervously, rummaging around and pulling out the fake ID. “Atton Rand, from the Research Institute of Coruscant. Can I ... erm ... talk to you, for a second? Research, and all.”
Lyman stood, folding his arms and brushing his hair out of his eyes to stare at Atton. Atton stared back, momentarily struck speechless, noting the same grey eyes, same unruly dark hair, and striking similarity to his own features, while a tiny, squeaking voice at the back of his head reminded him that he didn’t know this man at all.
“I’m busy.” Snapped, pulling Atton sharply back to reality. “You have two minutes.”
Atton raised an eyebrow, trying to think of an appropriate question. Nothing came. His brain stubbornly refused to work.
“A minute,” Atton ground his teeth together, desperately trying to pull out a question to ask, or at least something to say. No luck. “Are you alright? You’re real quiet.” Lyman frowned, prodding him in the shoulder.
“Fine.” Atton eventually forced out, twisting his mouth into a grin. It came out sounding far more vehement than he wanted. “Just left my notes at my ship.”
Lyman shrugged.
“You’re out of time anyway.” He headed away to tend to one of the other nerfs, leaving Atton to leave as quickly as he could, to find the nearest cantina.
