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

[Dr Simon]

"I will happily raise a glass with you, my friend," says Darius from within the folds of Sloor's arms, "although it might be wise if one of us at least kept his wits about him. I'll leave the getting plastered to you and Mack. Like working a crowd, you're better at it than me."

 

[Binder Fred]

"I will happily raise a glass with you, my friend," says Darius from within the folds of Sloor's arms, "although it might be wise if one of us at least kept his wits about him. I'll leave the getting plastered to you and Mack. Like working a crowd, you're better at it than me."

The 'friend' bit earns him a couple of raised eyebrows, but -hey- apparently even Darius can loosen up a bit now and then! "What abawt you, Sra? Sawme mawre meditatian?"

<Response Mir?>

"Sloor, buddy, the Crimson Fists are champions. Even is we have to beat some more alleged champions to prove it."

The big guy's grin slowly, steadily returns, "Fifty thawsand creds, eh?"

OOC: Are we autoshunted to our rooms, Possum, or can we choose to party the night away instead?

 

[Songdragon]

She looks to Sloor, "A bit of meditating can keep one's mind sharp. In this case, I might be convinced to have a drink or two."

She turns to Demos, "It would appear my friends here are into some celebration, might we acquire some alcoholic beverages to go around, please?"

She smiles and looks to her companions, "A very good win for us."

She tries to keep an eye out for anything...out of the ordinary. ((Perception 1d20+9=24 ))

[sblock=Re Force Powers]Well... the 3 Force Powers that Mir did use would be rather difficult to detect, since none had any visible effects. The first two were Mir turning to the Krags and suggesting to them to do something... odd yes... and they might watch her for 'something'. The Vital Transfer, was Mir merely giving Sloor a helping hand but all looks. Trying to keep any flashy abilities to a minimum

Further question re force powers moved to the ooc thread. (in a little bit, dinner time)[/sblock]

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack puts an arm around the baton wielder, "Don't you worry, Darius. Being a mercenary requires that you work hard AND play hard. Getting plastered is easy, we will show you how."

The soldier hopes that a drink or two, will be stretched into three to five or more to increase his chances with Mir letting her feminine defenses down.

[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

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

Mack Granger

 

[possum]

OOC: Feel free to party all you want after you get your equipment stored away.

Alcohol is served freely and heavily in Darga's throne room after the battle is finished. Several lower bounty hunters rush over to congratulate you on a victory well deserved.

 

[Binder Fred]

She looks to Sloor, "A bit of meditating can keep one's mind sharp. In this case, I might be convinced to have a drink or two."

"Perfect! Frecsing perfect!" agrees Sloor, beaming a pleasantly-surprised grin her way.

"Nothing quite like a nicely blunted instrument to broaden the mind," lightly agrees TB from its discreet spot way at the back of the party (almost like it's trying not to be noticed...).

OOC: Bit short on time tonight. No time to deal with the fans. Sloor plans to work the room, propose a couple of toasts and get in a screaming, drunken fight with Darga over the latest Droid Catch results (just kidding).

 

[Dr Simon]

Mack puts an arm around the baton wielder, "Don't you worry, Darius. Being a mercenary requires that you work hard AND play hard. Getting plastered is easy, we will show you how."

Is that a smile from Darius? Maybe just a hint.

 

[Binder Fred]

Highlights from the party

Sloor trying to show Darius how to dance "Awjawm style" (which apparently involves a strong base beat, a few basic steps and a complex mix of locking and sinuous arm movements -- usually all at once, with different arms doing different things!).

"A tawst! SHUT - UP! A frekking tawst, I said! Taw Zayda and his team: the best frecsing battlers we've ever faced!"

A wristshake with Darg Karg slowly turning into a strength contest, each side unwilling to - let - *go*! A drunken arm-wrestling tournament ensues.

Sloor discussing insignias with a trandoshian bounty hunter who has some expertise that way.
"Naw, naw. Naw blawd drawps! I'm seeing fawr red fists, awne fawr each awf us - fawr fingers, awf cawrse - like they're spray-painted awn metal awr sawmething."
"One for each of us?" mentions TB from behind its owner's shoulder.
"Awh. Right." A suddenly sharpened smile: "Thraw in a wingnut then."
"... Hexagonal, please," icily corrects the hover droid.

Sloor squatting in a circle with the two younger Karg brothers, gambling on some local game of dexterity and luck involving pieces of metal scrap. He turns around to greet a new arrival, grey smoke streaming up. All of them are smoking stogies of something that smells like clowing plastics.

OOC: Feel free to add yourself to any of those scenes if you want. Feel *encouraged* to add your own.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack goes into the refresher and removes his helmet and cleans up the nose bleed and rinses out his mouth. Talking to himself in the mirror since he is alone, he frowns, "Not sure what the frak this is all about, but at least it stopped. Maybe the air is too dry."

The soldier is fooling himself, since the air filtration system in his armor would have made that a non-issue.

Mack leaves the helmet in their quarters and catches up to the revelry, sticking close to Mir. He carefully watches over her, and makes sure she has plenty to drink.

[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: Alcoholic beverage and possibly Mir

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

Mack Granger

 

[possum]

Sloor trying to show Darius how to dance "Awjawm style" (which apparently involves a strong base beat, a few basic steps and a complex mix of locking and sinuous arm movements -- usually all at once, with different arms doing different things!).

"A tawst! SHUT - UP! A frekking tawst, I said! Taw Zayda and his team: the best frecsing battlers we've ever faced!"

A wristshake with Darg Karg slowly turning into a strength contest, each side unwilling to - let - *go*! A drunken arm-wrestling tournament ensues.

Sloor discussing insignias with a trandoshian bounty hunter who has some expertise that way.
"Naw, naw. Naw blawd drawps! I'm seeing fawr red fists, awne fawr each awf us - fawr fingers, awf cawrse - like they're spray-painted awn metal awr sawmething."
"One for each of us?" mentions TB from behind its owner's shoulder.
"Awh. Right." A suddenly sharpened smile: "Thraw in a wingnut then."
"... Hexagonal, please," icily corrects the hover droid.

Sloor squatting in a circle with the two younger Karg brothers, gambling on some local game of dexterity and luck involving pieces of metal scrap. He turns around to greet a new arrival, grey smoke streaming up. All of them are smoking stogies of something that smells like clowing plastics.

OOC: Feel free to add yourself to any of those scenes if you want. Feel *encouraged* to add your own.

OOC: You are having way to much fun with this, aren't you?

Zayda returns the toast somewhat haphazardly, the young Rodian's concussion prohibiting him from drinking anything alcoholic for the night and he has reluctantly settled into drinking flavored carbonated water for the night.

The three Karg brothers are celebrating with more adult beverages with Sloor, two of them ashamed of their actions in the arena. The last anyone saw of RX was Darga's salvage crew carrying the scattered pieces of the droid into the workshop.