[Bashae]

Reikin lands inside the Smuggler Base. Having found the numerous AXs in the dock, he begins looking for Harkin's AX-72.

[Cspace]

*Harkin's ship does not appear to be present in the docking bay*

[Bashae]

"Hm..." Reikin scratches his head. He looks around for a bar of some sort to see if he can get any info.

[Cspace]

*You hear some music from down one of the corridors, perhaps there exists a bar of some sort there*

[Bashae]

Reikin slowly walks down the corridor where the music is heard, taking care for anything suspicious.

[Cspace]

*You find a bar, and a few people sitting around lazily watching their consoles.*

[Bashae]

Reikin sits down at the bar and asks for a drink from what appeared to be the barkeeper. He looks for any patrons near him to get information off.

[Cspace]

*To the right of Reikin is someone who appears to be an outsider. Perhaps he can help.*

[Bashae]

He recieves the drink and pretends to drink it, lest there be some chemical in it. He casually but quietly asks the person, "You look like someone who knows a lot. Do you know a guy with the name, Harkin?"

[Cspace]

He replies inquisitively in an almost spastic manner, probably caught a little off-guard for not previously expecting anyone to talk with him...

"Huh? Harkin? I'm not too good with names, should I know him? Who is he?"

[Bashae]

"Oh no... Not really anyone in particular. Just a friend of mine who I thought would be here," Reikin replies. He takes a 'sip' and rubs his forehead.
Perhaps he is in the Pirate Haven...

[Cspace]

Getting things together, the person seems to be thinking more clearly...

"I think the name 'Harkin' sounds familiar... But in the galaxy, I'm sure there isn't just one 'Harkin'. Know a surname? Profession? Maybe I can help more."

[Bashae]

"Well, sorry. It felt like such a unique name, but in a universe as big as this one I guess it's not possible. His name is Harkin Edelark. I do believe he is a Soldier but not from Corroria," Reikin replies.

[Cspace]

"Hmm, I don't know him. Hey, bar-man, ever hear of a Harkin Edelark?"

Frustrated, the barkeep replies, "Why do you call me that every time?"

"Because you keep giving me that lunacy drink. Not your fault, I love that stuff, but I wouldn't dare ask what's in it."

"Ergg extracts. You're welcome."

"Oh, not... Wait. There's slug juice in this? You're lucky that I like it, or I'd throw it at you."

"I'm lucky indeed."

"So, know a Harkin Edelark?"

"Yeah, I think I know him. That dangerous-looking gray-haired soldier who never goes anywhere without his rifle, and always wears that crazy visor thing over his eyes? I can't say I want to see him again, he was always tense and angry about something.

He was always fixated on the Corrorians, I can't tell if he likes 'em or hates 'em. He doesn't seem to be with them, but he put a quick end to one guy's joke about their Navy. I'm surprised no one ended up without a limb or something that day. Don't know what his problem was though, if he's not with the Corrorians then why would he care about something as simple as a joke?

Anyway, he used to hang out here a few years ago, I think he was hiding from someone. Then one day he got in his Starfire and left. Never saw him since, no idea where he went. Until now I thought he may have been killed, heh. That's what happens when you go privateer like that, you need friends out here or you don't last long."

[Bashae]

"His Starfire? I thought he flew an AX-72," Reikin asked intriguingly. "Or is that what he calls his ship?" He then follows up.