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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on May 2, 2015 0:42:36 GMT -5
(Successfully navigating the maze of sub-menus and base code, you discern two things: One being that this 'Droid truly is pathologically insane, and two - that these are NOT the Gran you are looking for. Running a comprehensive facial recognition program against all known criminals and miscreants in the sector, you fail to find a match. Anywhere. Even running their images against birth records over the last few Standard decades has failed to come up with any results when coupled with age-enhancement programs. Its almost as if...they were never born.)
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on May 2, 2015 15:14:21 GMT -5
Almost if they were never born... She looked up, unhooking the droid from her computer. She let out low grunts and trills in her original language at the computer before turning her attention away from it. She patted the droid on its metal back plate. "No cross references to anyone," she admitted, "not even birth records-my first guess is someone is working on cloning, but I've always jumped to the worst conclusions."
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2015 16:45:47 GMT -5
No data detected. The Droids eyes glow bright looks towards Arvid.
"FREE GAME?"
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on May 2, 2015 19:21:46 GMT -5
Having arrived just before Keena announced her findings, Arvid thought carefully about his next response. He and his crew needed work badly; they did not really have the time to get distracted by such a seemingly meaningless gang of 'Droidnappers. After all, what were a few gangsters more or less?
Steeling himself for BADASS's inevitably bad reaction to this, he chose his words carefully, "I dont think this is the right time for a crusade, BADASS. We need credits, not to run up a steep repair bill to eliminate a few footsoldiers. If you really want to do this, you need to talk to Miko and Keena and get their opinions. If they say go, then we go kick their shebs but if not, then we go to Kashyyk as planned as soon as Miko finalizes the contract."
Turning to Keena, he raised a bony brow, "What do you think? Try to track these guys down or keep flying?"
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Post by Sara (Keena, Paela, RingPaw) on May 3, 2015 12:33:32 GMT -5
"Alosho-nau, (my friend droid)," she said gently; she too wasn't fond of racking up a bill or dealing with gangsters, "I agree with Arvid, we must build up credits-that way when we do deal with them, our money will take us distances our guns cannot after them."
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2015 20:58:24 GMT -5
The Droid's eyes begin to dim and darken into crimson red orbs. The Droid looks between Arvid and Keena. After several glances the droid turns and walks towards the docking bay. He pauses and his head makes a 180 degree turn back to his crew with eyes bright again.
"AFTER THE MISSION?"
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on May 4, 2015 15:49:50 GMT -5
Sauntering into the Prowling Rancor Miko surveys the room and quickly locates Genna sitting in a dark corner of the room. Ordering a drink he casually makes his way over to her table and sits next to her ignoring the glares of her bodyguards. “Hello Genna, long time.” Miko looks around to see if there are any noticable threats or eavesdroppers. Discreetness is the name of the game with these type of arrangements.
Perception 5VmQEsMr1d20+1
Gather Information 1d20+71d20+1·1d20+7
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on May 4, 2015 18:36:25 GMT -5
(Taking a quick glance around the tavern - but quickly distracted by all the baser pleasures offered by the various patrons - you think you catch a quick glimpse of a familiar blue face, but as you look again it is lost in the swirls of T'baq smoke that seems to permeate even the duraplast tabletop before you. Returning your attention to Genna, you focus on her just in time to hear her conclude, "....The time we spent together on Selonia." Her words bring up the distant past, of joyriding on stolen speeders and long nights spent under the familiar constellations of the Corellian system. Realizing you've once again allowed yourself to be distracted by her beauty and tantalizing memories of what came before - and could never be again.
Looking back up from your straw spinning idly in your Corellian Twister you meet her eyes and realize she is scowling at you. "You know, we really don't have time for your usual trips down memory lane. This shipment is urgently needed on Kashyyk, and your delays have already caused too much trouble for my usual supply network to take care of it. They're all too busy scrambling to fill the holes left by you and your crew across this arm of the Galaxy! Now, the terms are this: You leave immediately for the Kashyyk system. You will receive a fee of 3000 credits, all payable upon successful delivery of the cargo and your ensuing return here. This is all or nothing, flyboy, so take it or get back out of my life!"
Dazed as you are by her sudden verbal assault, you realize that something is not right here. She is usually much more congenial than this - even when under such pressure. You also are familiar with the rates posted in the other jobs wanted and put together that her rate is less than a fifth of what such a high-risk smuggling run would bring in.)
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on May 4, 2015 20:47:51 GMT -5
Something is not right here, Miko thinks. Taking her hand and slipping her a secure data card with a secure message link, hoping she would understand and contact him later to let him know what is really going on, he looks into Genna's eyes and says, "Genna i've known you for a long time, we go way back and have had many happy days (and nights), I know this is business and you should never mix pleasure into it but... Anyway you know we are the ones for this job otherwise you would have contracted some other nerf herder for it. Think of the profits and the nights we could spend it on. Come on you can do better than that."
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Persuasion 1d20+21d20+7·1d20+2
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Post by Will (Arvid/Iados/Bumblebuck) on May 5, 2015 16:59:33 GMT -5
(Genna's cheeks grow flushed as you press the chip into her palm and she stands up violently, her chair toppling behind her as she struggles to restrain her shout, "The nights we could spend on this?! Are you insane? Sentients are dying! And you truly expect me to believe you only have eyes for me?! I saw you cavorting with that blue-skinned tramp last night! Veron was right; I should never have trusted you! I'm going to give the job to him...at least he loves me, truly and deeply! That's more than I can ever say for you!"
With that she picks up her drink, a Fogblaster, and throws it into your face. Miniature explosions detonate across the booth as droplets of the volatile drink find condensation rings and react with unpleasant results. Heads across the tapcaf turn and as you blearily wipe steaming bits of alcohol from your face, you think you catch a glimpse of that familiar blue face again at the fringes of the crowd now forming a healthy distance away from your fiery table. Rising and throwing your napkin into the small inferno you turn to follow Geena, only to find her disappeared into the crowd. A tall, muscular man in Dathomiri dress halts you with arms crossed in front of his chest and a deep voice rumbles from his throat in a register that makes your eyes hurt, "Boss will want you to pay for that. You should know better. All patrons are warned not to mix Fogblasters with water."
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Post by Josh (Veron, Ferrack, Balder) on May 5, 2015 17:21:42 GMT -5
A tall, handsome green skinned alien walked up next to the smoking humanoid. Looking at the man in the Dathomiri dress "I'm sorry boys, my friend here can be a little over zealous when it comes to the ladies. This should cover it." He hands the man a credit chip. Turning to the man that had the drink blow up on him, "I'll talk to Geena and calm her down enough to talk to you, it'll cost you though, but we will talk about that afterwards." Before the man has a chance to reply, the green skinned man turned and followed Geena.
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on May 6, 2015 12:14:34 GMT -5
Completely caught off guard Miko can only stare in shock at this turn of events. "Wha.. Who..." Miko stands up and wlks out of the Rancor trying to find out where Genna and the green skinned alien went and where he might know him from. Since falling in with his current lot it seems the galaxy has turned against him. At this rate his luck has no choice to change for the better!
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Post by Katrina (Eris/Amytha) on May 12, 2015 1:31:43 GMT -5
A blue skinned woman with stunning, pupil-less red eyes slams full body into the rushing human on his way out of the noisy cantina. They stumble awkwardly, clutching each other to keep from falling over. "Hey! Watch where you're..." She begins angrily, then fully realizes the handsome figure that's got her caught in his arms. "Oh." She smiles appreciatively. "Thanks for the save. I bet you rescue all the pretty damsels this way."
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Post by Josh (Veron, Ferrack, Balder) on May 13, 2015 1:32:22 GMT -5
Meanwhile the green skinned alien was able to catch up to Genna and reaching out he gently turned her around and embraced her in a hug. After a moment he ended the hug and with a gentle touch under the chin he lifted her face till their eyes met. "Genna, dear, did that man harm you? What did he do to get you so worked up?"
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Post by Rick (Miko, Bartholomew, DM) on May 16, 2015 12:22:15 GMT -5
Forgetting about Genna for a moment, Miko flashes his smile "Sorry Beautiful, just in a rush and didn't see you there. You didn't see a lady and walk out followed by a green skinned fellow did you?"
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