Hayabusa's Dawn of Defiance: Chapter I: The Traitor's Gambit

Binder Fred

3 rings to bind them all!
Varth looks Sloor as the Besalisk asks him about his condition. "I believe I shall be fine for the trip to wherever you're taking me," he states in a fine Coruscanti accent. "As for that, I have information that the Empire is planning something big. I don't quite know what it is. I've also been funneling certain information to some interested third parties about the Empire's activities.
"Sure enawth." Sloor leans closer, elbow on knee, "Saw when did you start having dawbts then?"

After giving it his best shot and failing, he looks at Mir and offers, "Perhaps she plays on the other side of the deflector shield, if you know what I mean."
Sloor throws up all four of his hands and wanders off to do something else.


«Nice exchange. :D


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"Frek." Sloor takes in the ship... "Neck deep in military crap naw, spirks."

He scrunches close to the viewports, trying to see if they've got other neighbours.


«Any other ship in the vicinity, Possum. Docked with the other ship or otherwise.
 

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Binder Fred

3 rings to bind them all!
During the trip

"Been thinking abawt that hawle." Sloor keeps his voice relatively low.

"Go on," prompts TB, settling on its three legs in that quiet corner of the bay.

Its besalisk partner leans two elbows on the droid's outer hull, eyes not quite level with the glowing optics, "I'm talking abawt the awne in the flawr back there."

"Structural concerns?"

"Fawnny. Naw, I was thinking... I didn't even look at it, TB, just ran past awn awer way taw the roof!"

"And that is bad?"

"I shawld have warned them! A hundred frekking spirks... Dead becawse awf me."

"Well technically-"


"'I watched a spirk I knaw kill a hundred peopawl'? Didn't even bawther taw tell them taw run? That's- nawt really any frekking better, is it?" The last word is little more than a grumble: "Frek."

A pause. "So what are we going to do?"

"..... Frek if I knaw."


«Sloor means it as a personal talk, but feel encouraged to put in your two cents. :)
 
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perrinmiller

Adventurer
During the Trip

Mack was nearby and noticed the besalisk and his droid talking quietly, and he is a little stir crazy after Okeefe and Mir pretty much left him nothing for entertainment during the short trip in hyperspace, "What up, buddy? You look to be having a serious contemplative discussion."

He wasn't in a position to overhear the first part, but he was of a mind to discuss programming TB with Sloor anyway.

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +8 Perception: +9
HP: 47 (16 Threshold) Current: 47
Reflex: 20 (18ff) Fort: 16 Will: 14
Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw[/sblock]___________________________________

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Mack Granger CS
 

Binder Fred

3 rings to bind them all!
During the trip

A pause. "So what are we going to do?"

"..... Frek if I knaw."
“Have you considered looking at the Empire like a rival gang?”

“A what?” Sloor distractedly taps on the droid’s hull.

“The Empire, it’s muscling in on our territory, trying to control our cred sources, blowing up our safe houses (you remember Caamas?), ‘bumping off’ our lieutenants (the senator Fang Zar mentioned by Ma-”

The big alien sits up. “Wait! You’re saying we jawined the ‘Rebellian’ gang?!”

Mack was nearby and noticed the besalisk and his droid talking quietly, and he is a little stir crazy after Okeefe and Mir pretty much left him nothing for entertainment during the short trip in hyperspace, "What up, buddy? You look to be having a serious contemplative discussion."
“Cawld say that,” mouthes Sloor with the far-away look of someone trying to re-arrange his world view. Then his big brown eyes snap back into focus: “By the by, and in case you were wandering, I ain’t behind mass-killings, at all.” He crosses one set of arms, an elbow still propped on TB’s hull. "Have a seat."
 
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perrinmiller

Adventurer
During the trip

Mack sits down and begins absently cleaning his gear, trying to remove the rest of the jungle from it. "What's this about mass-killings? Are you talking about methods of waging war or just genocide? I don't consider myself a killer, but this is becoming war and I am a soldier."

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +8 Perception: +9
HP: 47 (16 Threshold) Current: 47
Reflex: 20 (18ff) Fort: 16 Will: 14
Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw[/sblock]___________________________________

MackSmall.jpg
Mack Granger CS
 

Binder Fred

3 rings to bind them all!
"Hu," Sloor rubs at the side of his neck, dubitative. "Killer, sawldier, War... that's all just wawrds taw me. You - Me and you - *we've* made a lawt peapawl nawt alive tawday, Mack." Should have frekking brought a bottle of the strong stuff on this trip, just for conversations like this! "I guess what I'm asking is: This is haw you see awer side winning, is it? Millions awf dead troopers?"
 

perrinmiller

Adventurer
During the trip

Mack leans with his back against the bulkhead, contemplating aloud, "No, I don't see us doing that. The Empire will win a war of attrition, so killing millions of troopers isn't going bring victory. Ultimately, it will take us cutting the head off the beast and cauterizing the wound so a new one just like it won't grow back."

"But, I won't hesitate when it is us versus them."

"Bael Organa seems to have the peoples of the galaxy's best interests at heart, so I am trusting that he will put us to use that will make a more meaningful contribution."


[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +8 Perception: +9
HP: 47 (16 Threshold) Current: 47
Reflex: 20 (18ff) Fort: 16 Will: 14
Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw[/sblock]___________________________________

MackSmall.jpg
Mack Granger CS
 

Binder Fred

3 rings to bind them all!
"Saw," temporizes the besalisk, trying to see what Mack's trying to say and not quite succeeding. "If bumping awf the emperawrs's gawng taw daw it - if killing troopers ain't dawing us any gawd - why the *frek* are we running arawnd rawtting fungus planets killing troopers? And I frecsing disagree: cutting awf the head ain't gawing taw daw nawthing fawr us if the feet are standing strawng." 'Right?' asks his hand gesture.
 
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perrinmiller

Adventurer
Using Sloor's example to help make his point, Mack replies, "I imagine it will take some weakening of those legs for us to gain access to the head to begin with. More than likely it will take both."

"Besides, just killing the emperor is not enough. We will need to have an influence in whatever fills that hole in power. I suspect that's where our benefactor will come in."


[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +8 Perception: +9
HP: 47 (16 Threshold) Current: 47
Reflex: 20 (18ff) Fort: 16 Will: 14
Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw[/sblock]___________________________________

MackSmall.jpg
Mack Granger CS
 

Songdragon

Explorer
< Aboard the Resurgence, a few hours after arriving... >

The young woman thanks the good Captain of the Banshee for being there when needed. She then takes her meager belongings and is escorted to her quarters. Mir will take a nice hot show and clean. She changed into something more clean and after meeting with Captain Verana, gets some rest without worrying who or what might attack.

Waking early the woman gets some food and gets herself familiar with the ship. She will then return to her quarters and mediates for a short time. With her mind clean she reaches out and attempts to Sense Force... (( UtF 1d20+13=17 ))

After she will seek out the others...
 

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