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

[Songdragon]

Mir remains off to one side of Sloor's impromptu party. As mack returns she nods, "Doing alright?" While the woman might appear to have several different glasses of differing drinks, she does nothing more than sip at them. Grabbing another before anyone might notice that she never finished. 'Must keep my wits about me, especially at a time like this.'

As she watches her companions party she smiles, 'Well. Now we are in with Daraga. Now to find out what he's up to and what this Sarlacc Project is about.'

She will smile and hoist her drink at yet another toast from Sloor.

 

[Binder Fred]

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.

"Hey, spirk!" His toast done, the besalisk strides over to the bug-eyed gunman, drink in hand, and gets him into a playful half-headlock: "Haw's the arm? You want TB taw have a look at it?"

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

"Sra! Came awn and play with us!"

<Response Mir?>

OOC: I have never heard of this 'too much fun' you speak of.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Being a little tipsy and Mir is not getting drunk, nor returning any of he flirtatious gestures (probably because he isn't very good at them), Mack goes to investigate where they took the RX remains.

"Anyone mind if I... hic... take a look at our scrapped foe?"

The soldier is mainly curious, but perhaps there are salvageable parts he can use on TB.

[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

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

Mack Granger

 

[Dr Simon]

Darius spends most of the party attempting to act the part of aloof mercenary, wandering the fringes of the room looking dangerous and mysterious, and drinking little. The image is somewhat spoiled when Sloor somehow persuades him into a dancing lesson. After this he loosens up a little, and even manages to smile and make small-talk with other guests. His natural reserve and high levels of distrust, however, stop him from becoming too involved. This is, after all, merely the first step in the mission.

 

[possum]

"If you think you can get him operational better than we can," the workshop manager says, "be my guest.". He leads you into the workshop, a stark white room save for the oil grime on the workbenches. Several scraps of droid metal lay in bins while nearly-functional droids meander around.

 

[Songdragon]

"I better keep an eye on Mack," Mir says as she watches him wonder off alone. She gets up and moves after him.

 

[Binder Fred]

"You want TB?" offers Sloor.

 

[Songdragon]

"No thanks... I'll be fine. Or you'll hear a scream for help..." She nods to Sloor and disappears after Mack.

 

[Binder Fred]

The droid pokes him with its extensible manipulator, hard.

"What?"

"I should not have to be the one saying this, oh grand master of persuasion, but: two persons excuse themselves from a party, seconds apart...? Think about it."

He does. "...Awh... Frek." But then, why should he care? It's not like- He's drunk too much of that and not enough of this, is all. And besides: "She's a frecsing *saint*, TB. She's just wawrried."

"Uhu," airily agrees his droid.

If looks could bruise. "I frecsing hate you sawmetimes. A *hundred* awn the next pass, spirks!" Scrap metal randomizers impact the tiles in front of him, just a bit more forcefully than strictly necessary.

"And yet my love knows no bounds," softly quotes the hover droid at his back as it resumes its discreet surveillance of their noisy surroundings.

OOC: I figure Sloor has bet 300 creds so far. Want me to roll a Gambling roll, Possum? *I'm* actually hoping to loose a little money to win further points with the Zayda team, but you'd get an entirely different point of view if you asked Sloor, of course.

 

[perrinmiller]

Mack Granger, Human Male Soldier

Mack notices Mir come into the workshop behind, "Hey, doll. I am looking at our handiwork and checking to see if we can salvage something."

The soldier is tipsy, but his metal faculties are not really impaired. Maybe his judgement is off a bit (Wisdom penalty, not Intelligence). He pulls out his interface visor and sets down the alcoholic drink.

"Say, mate. You mind if I keep the broken droid? We sorta won the rights to him by trial of combat." He asks the workshop manager as he pulls out his toolkit.

[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: Toolkit

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

Mack Granger