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

[Binder Fred]

The woman will slap one of Sloor's hand gently, "Save some for us big guy..."

The besalisks grins down on her: "Earn it." And then he goes for the *last* tail of the dipped hawk-bat! <which everyone *knows* is the best part >

Mack gets some food, not bothering to make a pig of himself. [...] "But, if he would rather the agent disappear, we could arrange that, no? That would earn favor."

"Weeeell... The spirk I was talking taw didn't seem taw think saw. He was thinking business deal actually -- a re-negawtiatian maybe. Nawble Darga deals a lawt in- human ressawrces apparently." A lifted brow ridge, "You spirks find the slave pens while you were wandering abawt?"

<Response Darius and/or Mack?>

"Otherwise, maybe we should challenge some of his punks for the gladiator arena and get him to bet money on us. That might help win points."

"Shawcase sawme awf awer talent uh?" He chews a bit on that (and on other, rather tasty, things as well). "Yeah, that might just wawrk!" He turns to Mir, "When's the next qualifier, Sra? And what the frek's a 'rattatak'?" he adds as an afterthought.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack looks to Darius to answer about the slave pins.

He remarks about the other issues, "We could offer to help in negotiating. I think Mir would definitely be able to assist in Lord Darga's favor. Or we can use blasters to take a firm stance on the issue."

"However, being Crimson Fists, knocking heads together in the arena might be more our forte in building up our reputation."

OOC: I think Possum needs to provide the information on the slave pins. We did recon, but never really got results from it.

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +8 Perception: +9
HP: 47 (16 Threshold) Current: 47 CT: 0
Reflex: 20 (18ff) Fort: 16 Will: 14

Weapon in Hand: Blaster Rifle

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

Mack Granger

 

[Binder Fred]

He remarks about the other issues, "We could offer to help in negotiating. I think Mir would definitely be able to assist in Lord Darga's favor."

Sloor sends a heavy warning look his way: they *don't* want to give Darga any frekking ideas about delivering jedi's to the empire, do they? He looks to the Hutt in question...

OOC: What is Darga doing during all this? Is he talking to anyone in particular (second in command, current favorite, etc)?

 

[toasterferret]

OOC: yeah, waiting for info on the slave pens.

Darius responds quietly, "I'm not terribly keen on the idea of the arena, what with having to keep certain things secret and all. If you guys think we can manage without my particular.... expertise, then I suppose we could. I'd rather find another way though..."

 

[Binder Fred]

"You've gawt a stun batan, dan't you?" mildly inquires Sloor with a tapping gesture towards the jedi's belt (another hand simultaneously wipes his lips with the provided towel/napkin/whatever it is). "But yeah, this is assuming Nawble Darga dawsn't call us intaw service tawday, awr tommawraw. Then- Well *then* we'll just have taw shaw him what the Crimsan Fists are capable awf!"

He looks back, a bit curious as to why his metal partner is so quiet all of a sudden, but TB seems to be alright, just on watch, sensor turret swivelling this way and that... Probably wise of it too; time enough to talk tonight in their quarters if need be...

OOC: Waiting for the Possum questions to be answered and Mir to speak up on various matters -- will Sloor end up with the last hawk-bat tail on the planet?! The suspense is killing me.

 

[toasterferret]

Darius looks to the stun baton on his belt before replying in hushed tones:

"That I do, though such an inelegant weapon will hamper my capabilities rather significantly.

 

[possum]

OOC: Any one attempting to enter any "sensitive" area of the palace was politely turned away by security. So you were unable to reach any slave pen, if it even exists. Darga is talking to several beings. One being his majordomo, who's actually Neimoidian, instead of Twi'lek. The others are random courtiers and a few of the bounty hunters.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack replies to Darius, "You want a grenade? Not very elegant either, but damned effective."

The soldier looks askance at the besalisk's appetite for seemingly inedible things and gives something else that Sloor tried a whirl. Mack's face contorts in disgust as he struggles to chew and then swallow the rubbery thing.

"Auugh. What was that thing I just ate?"

OOC: Even with Darius looking through walls we did not find anything of interest then?

[sblock=Mini Stats]DP: 3 (Rescue) FP: 6
Init: +8 Perception: +9
HP: 47 (16 Threshold) Current: 47 CT: 0
Reflex: 20 (18ff) Fort: 16 Will: 14

Weapon in Hand: Blaster Rifle

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

Mack Granger

 

[toasterferret]

Darius smirks, "A grenade couldn't hurt. Unfortunately for me I spent most of my time training to be a duelist, not a consular or sentinel. His gaze wanders off to the distance as he remembers the time before Order 66, and wonders if any that he knew might still be alive.

 

[Songdragon]

"Earn it you say..." Mir smiles,"How about I look you in the eye and ask you for it?" The woman grins.

"No idea on the next match, but I am sure it is whenever Darga wants such entertainment, he gets it." the scout adds.