Hayabusa's Dawn of Defiance: Chapter II: A Wretched Hive
perrinmiller
Adventurer
Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier
On hearing the offer, Mack is not sure how Demos is going frag it up. Since he is just supposed to watch and listen, he does just that.
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[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 4 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +10 Perception: +10(+8 without Helmet)
HP: 55 (17 Threshold) Current: 55 CT: 0
Reflex: 21 (18ff) Fort: 17 Will: 15
Weapon in Hand: Blaster rifle
Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw, Rapid Shot[/sblock]___________________________________
Mack Granger
On hearing the offer, Mack is not sure how Demos is going frag it up. Since he is just supposed to watch and listen, he does just that.
"..."
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Init: +10 Perception: +10(+8 without Helmet)
HP: 55 (17 Threshold) Current: 55 CT: 0
Reflex: 21 (18ff) Fort: 17 Will: 15
Weapon in Hand: Blaster rifle
Attack Options: Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Battle Analysis, Cover Fire, Running Attack, Quick Draw, Rapid Shot[/sblock]___________________________________
possum
First Post
"You will have to do a bit better than that," Darga replies to her initial offer in Huttese, the translator droid next to him translating it for the benefit of the Imperials. "I'm expecting a 90% increase in payments."
The Imperial negotiator looks down in thought for a few seconds before counteroffering. "We are prepared to offer you an 80% increase, along with an increase of 20% of biological resources. Also, we've heard of the attempt on your life recently and the heroic gestures of the Crimson Fists." She looks at each of you. "While there is no doubt of their skill, their loyalty as mercenaries can be a bit suspect. I am prepared to offer you a full Imperial security detail, free of charge. An Imperial garrison--a real one, not that backwater we have now--here in Zarra and a Carrick cruiser and flight of TIE fighters for when you have business off-world."
Darga looks to the group and has Demos escort the Imperials to a side room so you and the Hutt can discuss the offers away from their ears.
The Imperial negotiator looks down in thought for a few seconds before counteroffering. "We are prepared to offer you an 80% increase, along with an increase of 20% of biological resources. Also, we've heard of the attempt on your life recently and the heroic gestures of the Crimson Fists." She looks at each of you. "While there is no doubt of their skill, their loyalty as mercenaries can be a bit suspect. I am prepared to offer you a full Imperial security detail, free of charge. An Imperial garrison--a real one, not that backwater we have now--here in Zarra and a Carrick cruiser and flight of TIE fighters for when you have business off-world."
Darga looks to the group and has Demos escort the Imperials to a side room so you and the Hutt can discuss the offers away from their ears.
Songdragon
Explorer
Once away from prying ears, Mir will talk quietly, "First, how does the Imperial know of what took place not 25 hours prior?" He nods and continues, "We all know where they got that information..." She lets that matter drop.
"Firstly, I will be the first to admit mercenaries might be less trustworthy, but how much more would you trust an Imperial garrison, who you do not control?" She looks to Darga, "I would advice turning the Imperials down on their offer for security, but leave that at the end of the deal. No need to sour things to start off then you have to."
"Remember, they came to you and want double the gas output as before. If the Imperials could get as much elsewhere, they would. They are here asking you, Great Darga. Budge a little on the numbers as a gesture of good will, but not by 10%. Maybe 2% to a maximum of 5% on credits, and if you still wish to deal with ogranics..." the woman seems troubled talking of such matters, "Get the most you can on that front as well."
She looks to the Darga then to Sloor, Mack and Darius, "Those are my suggestions."
After that she attempts to listen to anything that the Imperials and Demos have to talk to one another about. Hoping others are on that as well.
(( Perception in the Imperial delegation/Demos' direction 1d20+9=24 ))
[sblock=Mir's Mini-Stats]Scout 2/ Scoundrel 1 / Soldier 1
Initiative: +9 Perception: +9
Conditions: none
Reflex: 19 Frotitude: 17 Will: 17
Hit Points: 44 of 44 Threshold: 17 Second Wind: 2 of 2 (13 HP healed)
In Hand: Heavy Blaster Pistol +3 (3d8+1)
Force Points: 7 Destiny Points: 4
Force Powers: Cloak, Mind Trick, Mind Shard, Negate Energy, Force Blast, Rebuke, Vital Transfer
Force Talents: Illusion, Force Harmony[/sblock]
"Firstly, I will be the first to admit mercenaries might be less trustworthy, but how much more would you trust an Imperial garrison, who you do not control?" She looks to Darga, "I would advice turning the Imperials down on their offer for security, but leave that at the end of the deal. No need to sour things to start off then you have to."
"Remember, they came to you and want double the gas output as before. If the Imperials could get as much elsewhere, they would. They are here asking you, Great Darga. Budge a little on the numbers as a gesture of good will, but not by 10%. Maybe 2% to a maximum of 5% on credits, and if you still wish to deal with ogranics..." the woman seems troubled talking of such matters, "Get the most you can on that front as well."
She looks to the Darga then to Sloor, Mack and Darius, "Those are my suggestions."
After that she attempts to listen to anything that the Imperials and Demos have to talk to one another about. Hoping others are on that as well.
(( Perception in the Imperial delegation/Demos' direction 1d20+9=24 ))
[sblock=Mir's Mini-Stats]Scout 2/ Scoundrel 1 / Soldier 1
Initiative: +9 Perception: +9
Conditions: none
Reflex: 19 Frotitude: 17 Will: 17
Hit Points: 44 of 44 Threshold: 17 Second Wind: 2 of 2 (13 HP healed)
In Hand: Heavy Blaster Pistol +3 (3d8+1)
Force Points: 7 Destiny Points: 4
Force Powers: Cloak, Mind Trick, Mind Shard, Negate Energy, Force Blast, Rebuke, Vital Transfer
Force Talents: Illusion, Force Harmony[/sblock]
possum
First Post
At the Demos is asking the Imperials if they want any refreshments. It seems like one of the two identical bodyguards does, for a serving girl is soon brought to the room.
Dr Simon
Explorer
Darius joins the huddle, moving slowly and deliberately, one eye on the Imperials.
"Such a generous offer," he says sarcastically. "I'm confident Mighty Darga knows that this would be the eopie's nose in the tent. Once given a foothold, the Empire would never leave Cato Nemodia willingly. And with a garrison in place, any deal you make now will be worthless when they can threaten to alter it by force." He quirks an eyebrow. "Unless mighty Darga has forces able to stand up to TIE fighters and Imperial troops?"
"Such a generous offer," he says sarcastically. "I'm confident Mighty Darga knows that this would be the eopie's nose in the tent. Once given a foothold, the Empire would never leave Cato Nemodia willingly. And with a garrison in place, any deal you make now will be worthless when they can threaten to alter it by force." He quirks an eyebrow. "Unless mighty Darga has forces able to stand up to TIE fighters and Imperial troops?"
possum
First Post
The Hutt speaks something in Huttese, causing the translator droid to pass on the message. "Mighty darga says that you could have laid off of the sarcasm, but the basic idea you have is correct. While he has at his command several mercenary crews and ships, Darga feels that a growing Imperial foothold would not be a wise move in the long run."
Dr Simon
Explorer
Darius gives a bow of acquiescence.
"I meant no offence," he says. "I just have little reason to trust Imperials. I feel that this whole business is a feint. If they wanted the tibanna gas that badly they have the resources to take it outright. They may well do so anyway." He looks sideways at Sloor, seeking his opinion. "What would happen, I wonder, if Mighty Darga refused their offer outright?"
"I meant no offence," he says. "I just have little reason to trust Imperials. I feel that this whole business is a feint. If they wanted the tibanna gas that badly they have the resources to take it outright. They may well do so anyway." He looks sideways at Sloor, seeking his opinion. "What would happen, I wonder, if Mighty Darga refused their offer outright?"
Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
The big alien smiles minutely at that and shakes his armor-plated head: "I dan't knaw, sra: I rather *like* him. Bit too intellectual fawr his awn gawd, sure, but what's wrang with the rest?" Creds and power should be frekking worthy pursuits in anybody's book (except, granted, most likely in the book of the very woman he's talking to...).
<Response Mir?>
The besalisk give him a slightly bothered look, but then shrugs powerful shoulders: "They dawn't want taw advertise their need fawr the gas, Darius man. Naw, what I think is that you spirks aren't giving the imperial sra enawgh credit, is what I think. Look at the Nawble awne: *he* knaws! She said it plain as a one-taw punch: a 'we have spies in your inner cawrt' jab taw sawften us up and then a frecsing 'if things dan't gaw awr way here we *can* plant a frecsing garrisan awn your frecsing dawrstep, you knaw?' right taw the face!" A sideways look that way, at the interplay of serving girl and imperials: "Gawt taw admire that level awf arrawgance in a human wawman." And by the interested gleam in his eyes, he means it too!
Shaking that away and back to the matter at hand (though there is... something... somewhere...): "If they're attacking that strang straight frawm the get-gaw *I* think we might have taw bend a bit awn the cred side, Ah Nawble Awne. I'm thinking we ask fawr an 80% increase, all in creds - no slaves *at all* - and when they try taw up the biawlawgical half of the equatian, we attack frawm the side with the med facility. If they frekking insist awn barter, we *have* taw be able taw make a reasawnable prawfit frawm it, right? Else we shawld actually charge *them* fawr nawble Darga's slave-dispawsal services!"
<Response Darga/Demos ?>
Just then, as the imperial soldier is lifting an ornate cup towards his lips in seeming slow motion, what had been bothering him coalesces in his head -- not the whole picture yet, but - frek - this morning - it was the same -
Sloor's head swivels, eyes wide as his face goes slack. "Uh, what do you figure would happen if an imperial spirk was pawisaned in a crima-lawrd's halls?" he hears himself asking as if in a dream. His body is already moving, but by then it is too late - far too late.
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possum
First Post
"Mighty Darga says that you have suggested a wise course of, what are you doing?" the interpreter droid says as Sloor moves quickly. The Besalisk crosses the room quickly and slaps the cup out of the clone's hand. He simply stares at Sloor while the other clone pulls his blaster carbine.
"Hold your fire!" the Imperial woman calls out. "What is the meaning of this?!"
"Hold your fire!" the Imperial woman calls out. "What is the meaning of this?!"
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