((Logged 6/7/2000))

Entrance of Dazil
Contents:
Luka
Proteus (Gear)
Simo
Keringale (Gear)
Sign

Azazel (Gear) lands from the sky!
Azazel (Gear) has arrived.
Julian has arrived.

Har tightens his boot. "So what was your name again? I can always use talking to 
good mechanics." He grins at Simo, and then as Azazel arrives, grins to Julian 
too.

Julian straightens his coveralls, dusting himself off from the sand cloud caused 
by his landing, "Evenin' Har, what brings you out so far into the boonies?"

Luka shields her eyes from the renewed dust that the Gear's landing causes, 
frowning as her heavy lab coat snaps in the wind. She only grants Julian's 
arrival a cool raise of her brow, still writing notes upon her clipboard from 
the discussion.

Simo says, "Well Har, I learned my craft in the battling paddock in Nortune."

Simo says, "Now I'm out here on my own seeing how my skills translate in the 
real world."

"Nortune, right? That's a good place to come from. Are you just working here in 
the Ethos shop until then?" Har rakes fingers through his hair and smiles. "Nice 
to see you again Julian. I'm just down and about as always."

Julian nods and smiles at Har, to Luka a simple nod, "Well, can't beat the night 
sky over the desert, quite breathtaking"

Luka straightens her narrow glasses with a finger, adding another line of 
notation. "Your name then, sir? I fear that we did not take that down."

Simo says, "I'm not associated with the Ethos at all.  The life of a battling 
gear tech can become rather stale.  I'm looking for some more out of life."
Simo takes his hat off, "I'm sorry, I'm Simo."

Har chuckles. "The sky is great, isn't it? I love flying over the desert. 
Sunrises, sunsets--you name it, it's beautiful. Too bad that there's not much 
time for these kinds of breaks." He bows low to Simo. "Pleasure to meet you, 
good sir."

Simo puts his hat back on and extends his hand to Har. "Nice to meet you as 
well."

Luka nods to Simo. "What sort of aspect do you then seek? Fighting or repair? Or 
possibly something more quiet."

Simo points to his stomach. "Well, this forced me to realize that I'd be better 
at fixing gears than fighting in them."

Julian hehs and walks over to Har, "She's too focused I'd say, hey, I'll be in 
town for a few days - what about a drink, my treat of course"

Har grins at Simo. "It takes all kinds, and I've appriciated my work crew at 
times more than other pilots." A chuckle, and he turns to Julian. "A drink might 
be nice. We could all grab one, hey, Simo want to join us?"

Luka slides her pen over the back of her ear, a faint frown beginning to stir. 
But it is dispelled soon enough, and, glancing to her watch, she warns, "We 
cannot take too long down here."

Julian laughs, "What? I don't think Solaris is going to turn into a pumpkin at 
the drop of midnight, comon, ever have any fun?" he smiles

Simo nods to Har "Sure, a drink right now might be a good idea.  It will get us 
out of this hot sun.

Har claps Luka on the back. "We'll be fine enough for a drink and I'm thirsty. 
Off to the tavern then? If the first round is Julian's, the next'll be mine."

Luka shoots a glance at Har from the corner of her eye, but folds away her 
clipboard, preparing to follow the group.

Julian thinks for a moment, "Oh crap, I have some errands to run first, here" he 
tosses a few coins at Har, "Here's the first round, don't wait up for me, sorry" 
he mounts the side ladder to his gear

Julian has left.
Azazel (Gear) falls asleep.