Jarren:

Jarren curses, and runs to different view ports to see if he can see an signs of the droid. "Damn, Damn, Damn " He says out loud. " Come on show your self". As he runs to the cockpit to see what's out there, he once again starts to think out loud. "Maybe it's some Jawas looking to trade, Or maybe it's a beautiful women come to throw herself at my feet…." Jarren shakes his head "I've been watching that Damn Holo to long. With my luck it's a couple of Sand Drake Thinking that my ship is nice tasty treat with a hard shell and a soft chewy center, or maybe a band of Blood thirsting Sand People looking to kill and plunder." Jarren put his hand on his blaster and smiles, "That could be fun, I nice little battle hopeless out numbered. Oh well the droid probable just blow a fuse or something. " "Hey Tin man I don't hear the worker droid anymore can you detect any movement or noise outside the ship?" He asks the 3PO unit.

Ian:

Upon hearing Cal's question about being alone, Ian looks over his shoulder to the approximate place where he left Dex and replies "Well, I thought I was walking with someone else but I am pretty sure it was a halucination. I must of dismissed him from my mind when I saw you." Ian scratches his head before continuing while looking again at Cal, "Anyway, maybe he will reappear at some point but I doubt you will see him. Too bad since he is actually a decent chap."

Ian then is silient for a momment. Can this Cal be the first real person he has seen or is he a halucination as well? That would explain him knowing about the ship but even Ian realizes somewhat dim-wittedly that he would have a hard time conjuring some character like Cal. Cal seems too…well, weird…to be a halucination. At some point Ian figures he would have to actually encounter a flesh-and-blood person and not all things "detected" by his visual cortex can be an illusion. Yes, Cal must be real.

"Sand people you say? I am not too worried about them since I haven't seen sand since I left the ship I was on back some time ago. The woodlands provided quite a bit of cover until we reached the meadow that led us down into this river canyon." Ian replies as he points back over his shoulder again.

"As to where I am going, I have no clue. I just followed Dex the halucination since I figured he knew where he was going. But, I guess that was silly to follow a halucination! I mean, how would my fantastical friend know where to go if I don't even know where to go?" At that Ian chuckles at the sudden revelation.

"So, what's got you so hot-and-bothered? This guy really must have done something! I haven't seen someone so blind with rage since I blew up the shipment of smuggled fuel stocks and my partners sold me to Bothan slave merchants."

Upon saying the last statement, a light bulb deeply repressed in Ian's consciousness suddenly begins to glow a bit. "Wait a second…if I was sold to Bothan slave merchants…and I've determined you are real…then what in the heck happened to the Bothans?"

Ian then strains deeply to figure out how he escaped the Bothans but can't seem to recall any aspect of that episode. "Oh well, since I don't remember escaping the Bothans, perhaps I am still halucinating. That would be too bad since you seem such a decent chap and I was quite hoping you were real."

Dex:

Dex has determined that Cal poses little threat and is beginning to make his way down to the dump when Ian starts spouting off about hallucinations and forests. Dex can not help laughing to himself as he imagines what must be going through Cal's head. Dex is also happy to see a vague ray of sanity coming from Ian. Maybe Ian will be snapping out of this soon.

As I get to the entry, I hollar out to Cal and Ian, "Greetings, my good sirs. I am the hallucination going by the name of Dex. No doubt you have heard of me." When it is apprtopriate, I will ask Cal if he could spare a glass of water for me.

When the conversation steers itself to who we are and wheat we are doing, I will explain that we are traders whose ship has suffered some problems, and we are in need of some assistence. We are seeking parts for our ship, and a place to make the repairs. If he asks, I will describe the actual problems we have with the ship, but I will claim the damage is the result a navagational computer error, and an unskilled pilot. (It's so hard to find good help these days.) If it seems appropriate, I will also hint to Cal to effect that my unfortunate friend here has suffered a tragic accident that has left him lacking in perception.

I will try to find what services might be aquired there, and from who. I will also try to get a general impression of the settlement from him (Are people distrustful of strangers, prone to violence, etc.) I will also feel the guy out to see if he might want to purchase some smut holocards; if he knows someone who may be in the market for a crate full of smut holocards.