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Javi 0/5 Harm | XP 0 | shaken (disadvantage to nerve rolls) Will: 1 Destiny: 1 I look up at the Relay's question, "Yeah, sounds like a plan." I need something to do while I roll my vision around, and making myself useful seems like a good way to go. I basically grew up with hand-me-down Jedi training, but my affinity for the Force itself has never been very strong. I can't use telekinesis, I can't read minds or even influence them. This was only my second Force Vision ever in my entire life. To say it was intense would be an understatement, and its all I can do to keep my composure until I can meditate more fully and process this.
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The Wreck - Level 300 Ever since Gwuk Garan figured out how to siphon the working bulk of Cloud City's mechanical garbage out of the smelters and side-tubes and into his little fiefdom here on the Three-Hundred-Even, the Wreck had become the go-to spot for those who needed to nab or maintain a bit of tech without any of the pesky regulations or associated costs, and didn't mind secondhand goods - not to mention bartering or rummaging for them in a large cube-shaped chamber stuffed surface-to-surface with scrap and oil-vapors. Relay's no stranger here, and a handful of hawkers and vendors give him a nod as he passes, inbetween barking their products. Assembled today, parked on piles of junk or wedged in lean-tos carved out from layers of metal were plenty of regulars like Boologosh (swoop parts), Ixkay Kidid (casino consoles), GT-121 (surprisingly effective limb prosthetics made from refurbished droid parts), and of course Gwuk Garan himself (just about anything and everything). It takes a minute, but the old clone spots the gang of nikto he's looking for, lounging back in a little cul-de-sac of busted speeders, food-freshers, and whatever they've come to sell inside their stacks of dinted durasteel hand-crates. They were fixtures in The Wreck for the half-year, at least, and reportedly had lines on Imperial surplus and caches still leftover from the occupation - each of them carried E-11 rifles and bits of plasteel 'trooper armor on their person. 'Hard merchandise' as Gwuk liked to call it. I don't know who's with Relay! Or what everyone else plans to do!
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Feb 18, 2017 05:55
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I am with Relay
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Feb 18, 2017 06:49
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Relay Relay gives a quick, sloppy salute to the group of niktos by way of greeting. "Afternoon, folks. An'anuk. Joontu." He nods to each of them in turn. He's careful not to look at the others in his group, particularly Javi. The Jedi didn't look much like a Jedi; but it would certainly be hard to explain to a group of smugglers. "Thanks again for finding that crash-console. Had to find someone to gut the firmware and compile it from scratch to be compatible with the rest of the... system, but hey - I figure you'd be surprised if I didn't have to do that." He grins. "How's business been?" Would it be most appropriate for me to roll Savvy since I'm heading up the 'make an impression'? I'm at 0 .
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Emenwe Cho - The Consular's Lounge Seated overlooking the eastern landing platforms, the Consular's Lounge served as bar for bureaucrats and middling professionals waiting for their charter ships or hooking up on business trips. It had that old, pre-Imperial furnishing that could be confused for 'classic' in the dim lighting. Dressed for the crowd, in a snappy burgundy suit and skirt with her hair done up, Cho sits at the bar, nursing an orange fizzy spirit she's swindled out of some hopeful Zabrak eight seats down the way. But she only has eyes for the Chadra-Fan seated by himself at a booth across the lounge, speaking under her breath to the com link clipped to her lapel, "There's Kureti - going to go introduce myself. Someone take a seat next to him, in case he gets cold feet." She knocks back her drink in a pull and smooths her skirt before heading toward the booth with her data slate. Dexan's guy-who-knew-a-guy at Incom corporate security had managed to drop them a name of a former employee who'd been let go for, wittingly or unwittingly, participating in the clawdite's scheme. A quick message, vague in intent, hinting at a consulting job without actually promising anything, and they'd drawn him out. She slides into the booth with a broad smile, "Ladania Tiy, Elanus Risk Control, so glad you could agree to meet on such short notice, Mister, ah, Kureti?" She looks down to her dataslate as if to confirm that is correct. Talking fast, "Now, this shouldn't take long - we're only making port for a short while but I've been asked to the take the opportunity to clarify specifics as they pertain to particular holdings and liabilities our firm is preparing to take on in an acquisition from Incom Corporation, formerly designated and originally formed as the Torranix Inertial Compensator Corporation, your former employer, here on out referred to as 'Incom.' We have questions about the nature of operations of Incom during your employment here on the station - bear in mind that all statements made here are shielded from prosecution by the Republic Workplace Accountability Act - commonly called Wookirek's Law." She glides the the avalanche of bantha fodder, bidding her associate to sit down at the booth with them, "For the record, what were your duties and responsibilities with Incom prior to the time of your termination?" Anyone else feel free to join Cho on questioning this lil bat guy about where he and Jool Jeetoq used to hang out. Masking The Truth, and uh... welp. <skybot> ambivalent: 5 (2d6+1=3, 1)
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Heck with it. Making an impression on the Niktos: 2d6+0: 6 Welp.
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The Wreck "Slow," Joontu's response is curt as his eyes glance over Relay and his companions. Half the nikto's mouth had been fused together - by a lightsaber cut, he claims - and so everything he says rumbles out the open side in crooked growl. His tone could be ironic or annoyed; hard to tell, really. "Crash-console's wiped and tested. Is good," he pats one of the metal containers, a low thud echoing through their little junk-enclosure. The nikto watch Relay, then look between each other. "Rush order. Specialty component. Not easy. And you get alone, which means you must have all the other parts you need for your... project, yes? Whatever is may be." Joontu sits back onto the crate, one boot dangling from a crossed leg. "Unusual order. You sure you're here for just console?" The Consular's Lounge Kureti quaffs his Palisade Sunrise in one stiff, backwards bend of his squat neck. For a minute, the chadra-fan's ears are wide open, two fleshy triangles quivering at the chance to get back into the graces of a company with style, and panache. He makes sure to add in a quick, compliment about Elanus's use of self-reloading heat sinks on their latest personal weaponry line, and is all thoughtful nods and sycophantic smiles throughout most of Cho's pitch. When she finishes, the disgraced engineer begins to reconsider. "I thought this was an employment offer. Not an informant's deal." Kureti's nostrils wrinkle as more details come to surface in his mind, "And Wookirek's Law doesn't extend to hornblowers any further out than the Mid Rim! Organa made sure of that - looking out for her Mon Cal friends, I bet. How'd you not know that? It was in all the trade-holos." Cho's would-be source narrows his black eyes, "Just who are you, really?" Make an impression is Nerve, so Relay's roll is a hit; the niktos feel like Relay and gang are dependably-sordid sorts of customers and aren't backing out of the deal, but Joontu realizes that they're here for more than just a quick buy. Cho's miss means Kureti is about to walk!
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Sorry - don't know how I messed that up. Relay - The Wreck Relay leans against the crate as well, and speaks conspiratorially. "Yeah, there was something else... I'm trying to find someone. I hear he's here on a decent score, and I want in. A rodian, the kind of fellow who blows down a door before considering if he should knock. I figured you guys might have helped out with some hardware, and you know me... knowing which door to blow down is just as important as knowing how much baridium to use. Thought I could make his little run a little easier for a few creds. He's got an orange frill, I hear." He looks at Joontu, pausing. "Met anybody like that lately?"
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Starro Starro, lingering by Relay's hip, affects a wide-eyed ratty look and tugs at his clothing. "Hey," she says sotto voce, "I thought Pongeeto said he wanted us to narc on these guys to the Bespin Wing, why do we gotta buy something from them too?". This is totally audible to the niktos. Starro masks the truth to trick the niktos into thinking Pongeeto double crossed them. She uses her Camaas Document move to hopefully incite violence/action without implicating herself and her friends, so like, they'll just be mad at Pongeeto, right? Pretty sure that's how this works. Also I can select who believes the lie so Relay and Javi can clock to the trick if they want. <@AndroidBlues> .roll 2d6+1 <skybot> AndroidBlues: 9 (2d6+1=2, 6)
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Relay Relay turns to look at Starro, flummoxed by her sudden interjection. "Uhhhhhh..." he says slowly. He turns to look at Joontu. "Ummmmmm..."
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Javi 0/5 Harm | XP 0 | shaken (disadvantage to nerve rolls) Will: 1 Destiny: 1 As a newcomer to this place, and a newcomer with these people, I figure the most useful I can be is playing the big silent type, So I hang back and let Relay do the talking, of course little Starro's declaration has us all kinda staring at her. I don't know these people, and I don't know whoever Starro namedropped either, but I can feel imminent violence like a combination of goosebumps and pinpricks on the back of my neck. As they say... "I've got a bad feeling about this..."
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