Hayabusa's Dawn of Defiance: Chapter II: A Wretched Hive

Binder Fred · Feb 14, 2012

perrinmiller said:
Mack pauses to look at Sloor in the eyes. "Very well." Unable to fathom why the besalisk is so insistent, the soldier leaves it be.

Sloor shoots a slightly worried glare down the corridor, just in case there's an army of onlookers lurking there as well-

OOC:

Is the opera singer still singing, by the way, Possum?

-and then follows the blond human down, thinking: That went frekkingly well, considering... So why does he have this weird feeling that things zigged when they should have zagged; that he went in for one thing and somehow came out with the booby prize...? And, horrible thought, didn't Mack agree a bit too frekking quick?

Situation's probably about as solved as it was before... and twice as murky, but it had to be done. No frecsing idea exactly why, but... yeah. Felt right. Nothing is always easier; except that it never is, as old two-mouths used to say with that ithorian accent of his...

(Frek! I'm not going to actually start following his advice, am I?)

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perrinmiller said:
"Let me take a look."

However, it is quite clear that such techniques are not necessary as the key card is found.

"Want taw daw the hawnours, Darius man?" Sloor hold out the card to him between two fingers. "You've frekking earned it."

«Since Dr Simon is out for the week, let's assume he does and opens the door.... That alright with everybody? Assuming so, check for cameras (1d20+3=7), then, as there are none....

"After you, Sra." And here he does finally look at her, blinking, looking for signs that she might have overheard (he's... not entirely sure which way he's hoping that goes)...

<Response Mir?>

OOC:

I'd roll a Sense Motive, but I've been told that would be considered an aggressive action. :devil:

Binder "Too soon?" Fred.

Songdragon · Feb 14, 2012

She nods to Sloor... Appearing as if she has not heard anything... She moves in cautiously...

(( Stealth1d20+9=28, Perception 1d20+9=10 ))

((I do not mind such rolls...))

possum · Feb 14, 2012

Inside of Darga's dungeons, there aren't any "residents" sitting in the cells, though with the Hutt's penchant for gladiator fights it's not hard to imagine what happened to anyone who was in them. The only thing in the room of note are two large slabs of carbonite, each with a humanoid form embedded in them.

Binder Fred · Feb 14, 2012

Songdragon said:
She nods to Sloor... Appearing as if she has not heard anything... She moves in cautiously...

Disappointed it is. Sloor files that away for future consideration (as if there's any frekking way he'll remember any of this straight tomorrow), silently shrugs Mack's way and goes to follow Mir and Darius in.

The two force sensitives haven't gotten very far at all though, because:

possum said:
Inside of Darga's dungeons, there aren't any "residents" sitting in the cells, though with the Hutt's penchant for gladiator fights it's not hard to imagine what happened to anyone who was in them. The only thing in the room of note are two large slabs of carbonite, each with a humanoid form embedded in them.

Ah... The besalisk hiccups once, twice, then just lets the building chuckles come out as they may!

OOC:

It may or may not be contagious.

Songdragon · Feb 15, 2012

Mir looks at Sloor as he hiccups and to Darius as she looks at the two individuals within the carbonite... whispering, "That cannot be good."

Making sure not to touch anything she looks over the two peoples to see if there is anything of note she might recognize about them.

(( Knowledge (Galatic Lore) 1d20+9=18 ))

perrinmiller · Feb 15, 2012

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack puts the interface visor away and follows after the others, clueless on the interplay or lack there of between Sloor and Mir, doing his best not to think about having sex with the attractive scout.

Seeing the carbonite, he remarks, "What the frak is it with freezing people in carbonite?"

OOC: Take 10 on Perception (+8) with out helmet for 18. No worries, now that I know why you are rolling, BF, we are cool. We can joke about it.

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 4 (Rescue) FP: 7
Init: +10 Perception: +10
HP: 55 (17 Threshold) Current: 55 CT: 0
Reflex: 21 (18ff) Fort: 17 Will: 15

Weapon in Hand: Blaster rifle (single shot/stun)

Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw, Rapid Shot[/sblock]___________________________________

Mack Granger

Binder Fred · Feb 15, 2012

Sloor rubs a tear from the corner of his left eye, still half-strangled with giggling: "Aw cawme awn: it's funny! All this frecing effawrt taw have a chat with these spirks and then-" Laughter echoes from the walls of Darga's dungeon once more, possibly a first in the place's long history.

possum · Feb 17, 2012

Mir is unable to think of much about the two frozen in carbonite. Mack looks through the dungeons, eyes and ears open. The place is dark and shadows pervade the entire of the room. On the wall in the distance are specks of dried blood.

The controls on the slabs blink, bringing momentary light into the darkness.